Jun 23, 2005, 10:34 AM | |
EVERYTHING RUINED
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Jun 23, 2005, 10:46 AM | |
trust me, it's better than putting him RIGHT NEXT to Unfoo
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Jun 23, 2005, 10:47 AM | ||
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Jun 23, 2005, 10:49 AM | |
And Fooruman won't stand a chance all by himself! we need to have both Fooru and Sphere attack on the SAME TURN. nope, i just did some brainthinking. We need Fooru to attack Unfoo before Unfoo attacks Fooru, and then have Sphere attack Ufoo. But keeping Fooru alive at the same time.
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Jun 23, 2005, 10:52 AM | ||
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Jun 23, 2005, 11:53 AM | |
There's a strategy thread for a reason, people. It's kind of stupid to say your plans here out loud where Radium can read them.
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Jun 23, 2005, 04:10 PM | |
Wait, so use my commands or no? My post will reappear if so.
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Jun 23, 2005, 06:43 PM | |
Sphere: SW, Attack Unfoo.
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Jun 23, 2005, 06:51 PM | |
E. Sphere: Attack Unfoo. We win gg.
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Jun 23, 2005, 07:00 PM | |
Sphere: attack Unfoo.
VICTOLY! (I think.)
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Jun 23, 2005, 07:07 PM | |
Great cooperation, people! A total of three people all want to claim victory for themselves.
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Jun 23, 2005, 07:11 PM | |
We're just making sure nobody overrides us and does something stupid. I guess.
Anyway, I blame Cooba for our victory.
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Jun 23, 2005, 07:18 PM | |
Did we even use the wait-till-unfoo casts a spell so we can do double damage to him and use ninja speed on shuri to attack twice combo?
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Jun 23, 2005, 07:21 PM | |
They used the ninja speed trick to kill spotty.
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Jun 23, 2005, 08:03 PM | ||
Can I look at the strategy thread now?
The Enchantresphere shocks Unfooruman with a pulse of magic lightning (4 damage) Unfooruman explodes, leaving a gaping hole of unmade dead sprite in the HTML table and causing the wall to the right of him to shift left one space. Spotty defends.
I opened my eyes and saw Leetzan and Fooruman, seated in a wooden canoe (which, notably, was not in water). The midsection of the canoe was heavily bandaged with silver tape. “You were clinically dead for like an hour, but Spherey repaired Fooruman’s canoe with duct tape and revived everyone,” Leetzan said. Despite the impracticality of a limbless magic bubble using duct tape, there was a seemingly more important topic to discuss. “You named the enchantresphere? And Spherey, none the less?” Leetzan snickered at my comment slightly. “Well, it has saved your sorry tail at least twice now. And considering the battle never technically ended, given the rabbit with the gun was still alive, it probably won’t disappear back to wherever summons come from. For a while, anyway.” “Where is said rabbit?” I asked, taking a chance to look at my surroundings. The same stereotype dungeon scheme suggested I was still in the citadel. In this room, however, the walls were lined with various control panels that, from the layer of dust that had settled on them over time, likely served no practical purpose. “Fooruman megawarped us out,” she explained. “Megawarp” was one of those abilities Fooruman had that never proved particularly useful. The concept behind it (being able to instantly move you and those around you to a location anywhere in the universe) was great indeed, but it required you to give the “universal X, Y, and Z coordinates” of this location. Your probability of landing on a planet, let alone the desired location, was extremely low. I chose not to question how this happened either, at least now for the time being. But there was one pressing question I was meaning to ask. “Fooruman,” I addressed. He looked through me and cocked his head. “Why are you in a canoe?” “Ah, you see, it all started when we got separated earlier,” he said, glaring dreamily up at the ceiling like someone overdramatizing a story about their childhood. “I found myself alone in the darkest darks of the deepest depths of the dungeoniest dungeon, with nobody on my side. And then I met this nice canoe. From what I learned, it had once been an apprentice of a great magic teacher but had been turned into a boating device by an evil dreadlord named Blackraptor.” Blackraptor had been a recurring name in people’s far-fetched stories. I continued to listen, faking interest. “And so, as months passed we developed a near-symbiotic relationship, between the canoe’s healing powers and my mad skills. We became an unstoppable pair, and fought countless enemies and allies until we both unlocked our true power. Then we went and got ice cream. Then we came as fast as we could to save you.” “Wow. All in about 45 minutes,” I commented. The old archmage scowled at me and rowed his canoe away out the nearby doorway. Leetzan shrugged and slithered after him. Inventory Code:
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Jun 24, 2005, 12:37 AM | ||
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Jun 24, 2005, 12:46 AM | |
Go through the door.
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:10 AM | ||
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Jun 24, 2005, 08:05 AM | ||
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![]() I'll consider that a "yes" to letting me look at the strategy thread. Until the next time you need it, that is >=D
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Jun 24, 2005, 08:23 AM | |
You ruined my drama D=
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Jun 24, 2005, 12:31 PM | |
List exits.
Ask Fooruman if he's seen Uberbob and/or Fawriel.
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Jun 24, 2005, 03:54 PM | |
The CD is Mozart. It's in its desc. (I have mouseover power!)
I ran out the doorway and into another hall to catch up with Fooruman and Leetzan. “Did you find the others?” I called after them. My question was answered before they had a chance to respond, as I noticed Uberbob, Fawriel, and Spherey waiting at the end of the hallway. Uberbob was sort of our leader. Nobody particularly knew why. He was a thin gray rabbit with pale green eyes that tended to wander around and examine every random object they could find. His most noticeable feature, though, was his missing ear and two robotic limbs. I lingered back, hoping he wouldn’t feel the need to initiate a conversation. Fawriel was a healer of sorts. Other than that, I was not entirely sure what he was. His long tail and ears, along with the rest of his body, were covered with light green fur - the only exception to which was his hair, which was blue in color and hung down past his shoulders. He typically carried a spear with him, but his current one was clearly new and a bit fancier looking. He had a shield slung loosely across one arm, and some sort of golden ribbon braided and tied around his waist - likely of some magical significance. “Been shopping?” I sarcastically asked. “Yes, in fact,” he answered seriously, “online shopping was one of the many forms of torture we were exposed to in your absence.” I’ll admit I did not see that coming, but the more I thought about it the more sense it made. Uberbob, evidently, decided it was his duty to take charge again. “The employee exit is right down this hall. We should leave this structure, and subsequently leave this islan-” he began, but suddenly stopped as his eye caught a loose rock on the ground. He quickly kneeled down, picked up the rock, and put it in his pocket. Leetzan took this opportunity to pose a rather important question. “What about Araches?” “Who?” responded Uberbob. “Araches,” Leetzan repeated. Uberbob raised an eyebrow. “That sorceress with the exposing attire. We left her in a tunnel back somewhere.” “Oh, her!” Uberbob said, “why didn’t you just specify her quantity of clothing to begin with?” Leetzan looked off to the side and sighed, frustrated, but Uberbob had already wandered off to investigate another apparently loose rock on the ground. “Island self destruct in four minutes,” a digital voice announced over some sort of speaker system. “Should we be concerned about that?” I asked Leetzan “Archmage Fooruman said to ignore it,” she responded. “By the way, he wanted to see you about something outside and to the east. If you get a chance, go find Araches while you’re out. I’m going with Faw and Uberbob to find whatever teleportation ward was keeping us on the island before.” She led me through a few hallways to a staircase, then slithered away to go find Uberbob. I went up the stairway, exiting through a trapdoor skillfully hidden in the middle of a grassy pathway. I appeared to be a in an open area of forest again. It was good to be out of Unfooruman’s citadel; the forest had various flowers and bushes growing wild along the edges of pathways, which lead to the north, south, east, and west. The echo of music was slightly audible from the southwest. Inventory Code:
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Jun 24, 2005, 04:14 PM | |
I followed the path west. It dead-ended right next to a large, intricate machine that seemed to do nothing. We had been here earlier, stole a few pieces, and managed to break the thing. Fooruman was waiting here, standing up in his canoe.
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Jun 24, 2005, 04:18 PM | |
Ask why.
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Jun 24, 2005, 04:59 PM | |
In a while, MSB.
"... why?" I questioned. "You are a powerful warrior indeed," he commented, "which is why I will willingly teach you how to do da fo'shizzle." I blinked. "What?" "It's a dance." "I mean, why?" "Ah, but the fo'shizzle is no regular dance, my reddish-colored and abnormally hairy ninjafriend!" he explained, "the foshizzle is a dance of great power, unmatched skill, and inconsistant spelling!" "That all sounds moderately impressive," I commented, actually thinking it was rather creepy. "It lets you blow people up if you're hurt or something, based off the formula hp-=(caster.hishp-caster.hp)." I raised an eyebrow. "So, any interest?" |
Jun 24, 2005, 05:02 PM | |
"Yes, I am in great interest."
(Sounds cooler than just saying Im interested)
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:03 PM | |
"Yes."
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:32 PM | |
"Sure," I responded, not knowing whether I would regret it, "I am in great interest."
Fooruman looked surprised. "Wow. I didn't expect that. Anyway, first, you must shake your hips. Like this," he explained, starting to do a dance that made resemble a live fish thrown into a frying pan, only vertical. I did my best to imitate him. "Like this?" "No, it needs to look more like a live fish thrown into a frying pan, only vertical." The dance lessons went on for about another twenty minutes. "So, I'm supposed to do this dance in the middle of a battle?" I asked, trying to duplicate the overdramatized split Fooruman had executed. "Why not?" the old man asked, confused. "... nevermind." Fooruman stared at me for a moment, still confused, then sat back down in his canoe. "I must depart now, to restore peace and unity to my island. For the most part, they're already there, but I want to go check anyway. BRB K THX LOL." And he vanished with a clicking Megawarp noise. I was still by the broken machine, having gained nothing but some moderate dancing skills of alleged magic power. The trail to my east lead back to the clearing. Inventory Code:
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:42 PM | |
If my calculations are correct (and the fact that I have the map of Unfoo), Shuri should go E, S, W, S, W, W, W, S, W, S, W, S to reach the town that the music is most likely coming from.
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:55 PM | |
Or maybe E, S, W, W, S, W, W, S, W, S, W, S.
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Jun 24, 2005, 05:57 PM | |
Wasn't the bridge on that gap out?
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