Jun 24, 2005, 06:00 PM | ||
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Jun 24, 2005, 06:01 PM | |
Your map really needs labels, Vio.
I hearby proclaim no person can own this page.
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Jun 24, 2005, 07:28 PM | |
since i'm to lazy to read the some 200 pages of previous Uberbob tales, i'm wondering:
what happened to the Thirdnotestrudel? what do we do now? go after Blackraptor?
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Jun 24, 2005, 07:54 PM | ||
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Jun 24, 2005, 08:11 PM | |
Can we still even get into his fortress? (We killed the cyborg (forgot his name, bleh) who was the only one who knew how to get in).
Just remembered his name. Wafflelord.
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Jun 25, 2005, 05:47 PM | |
Woah, was neglecting this thread.
I carefully searched the machine for any loose parts that looked like they might be useful. Everything seemed fairly well attached, with the exception of one small gear, about three inches in diameter. I pried it off the contraption with my sword and shoved it in my pocket. I was starting to feel like Uberbob. I had gotten to know the layout of the island pretty well in my time here. I raced across it and reached where I remembered a town being. Now, however, it had several buildings torn down and yellow tape stretched across the main path. "Under De-Evilization" a sign read. Footprints and cans of alcoholic beverages suggested the presence of many construction workers, though they seemed absent now. There was one person present, however. "G'afternun, m'gal. 'Wunt spectin' to see you 'gain so soon." Came the recognizable apostrophe-abusing accent of Felipe Oliver Xei (more commonly known as Fox). Fox was a merchant. He sold me some stuff to me a bit earlier when I was still trying to get into Unfooruman's Citadel. Fox skillfully kicked a can off the ground and caught it in his hand. "What c'nye do ya for?" Inventory Code:
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Jun 25, 2005, 06:49 PM | |
Remember kids! Hold your mouse over stuff!
"What is de-evilization?" I asked Fox. He shrugged. "No'a clue. Methinks they're building a casino ov'r there, thou." I looked where he was pointing, but the building's construction was too early to tell anything. "So. Anything for sale?" "Methought y'd nev'r ask," he grinned, falling backwards onto the ground and spreading out some trinkets from his pocket in one quick move. Evidently, there is a market for random items to which I was unaware. "I lef'me magic stuff n' money back'n my oth'r coat. Willin' to trade, thou." For Trade Code:
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He snickered. "The're all ov'r, thou if y'want pay me forrit, feel free. Sau, what brings ye back here?" |
Jun 25, 2005, 07:13 PM | |
Ask for what the properties of the First Aid Kit are.
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Jun 25, 2005, 07:28 PM | |
"What are the properties of that first aid kit?" I asked Fox.
He looked down at the small white box and back up at me. ".. properties? Y'adventurey folk are strange. Jus' thismornin sum'on as't me the a'tack valu of this hourglass." He flipped open the first aid kit. "Gauze, tweez'rs, soap, ban'-ai's, thermometer, alcohol." I looked at the kit and back up at Fox. "What could I get for a gear?" "What d'ye want forrit?" |
Jun 25, 2005, 07:37 PM | |
Trade rope for gear.
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Jun 25, 2005, 07:50 PM | |
I removed the small gear from my pocket. "Could I trade this for the rope?" I asked. Rope is just one of those all-around useful things.
Fox took the gear and carefully examined it, much like a jeweler examines what he believes to be a valuable gemstone. "A gear. There in't much'va market for gears. But a gear furra string, that soun' fair 'nuf." He put the gear down with the rest of his equipment and tossed me the bundle of rope. For Trade Code:
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Jun 25, 2005, 08:26 PM | |
"Rock Paper Scissors for the hourglass?" I proposed.
Fox raised an eyebrow. "'M a merchant," he explained, "I don't gamble 'less I've a way to to cheat 'n know 'm going 't win." He opened the can he had picked up and took a swig. |
Jun 26, 2005, 05:49 AM | |
Is the rope strong enough to support a person without snapping or anything? If so we could use it to climb down cliffs and such and perhaps rescue Araches.
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Jun 26, 2005, 06:05 AM | |
The rope appeared to be fairly strong; enough to support the weight of one or two people, anyway. I looped it around my waist.
"What are the properties of the PDF?" Fox looked at the hideously large file. "Size: 3.2 GB; Size on disk: 3.3 GB; Created: Friday, November 19; Modified: Monday, August 11," he read off from somewhere or other. I was impressed; that was indeed a horrendously large PDF file. |
Jun 26, 2005, 10:50 AM | |
Trade the CD player for the First Aid Kit and "Scotch Tape: Friend or Foe?" for the Lantern.
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Jun 26, 2005, 12:35 PM | |
If it means anything, I agree with Lems post.
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Jun 26, 2005, 12:40 PM | |
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Jun 26, 2005, 12:43 PM | |
Ask how to use the PDF file.
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Jun 26, 2005, 01:38 PM | |
The most support (two people) seems to be with Lem's post.
"So, how do I use a PDF file?" I questioned. "Well, ye kin read it," Fox said, stopping to think, "but they us'ly a'nt verry interestin'. An' pretty slow, i'relevent, n' graphic-heavy, too." I looked at him doubtfully. The PDF sounded utterly useless, apart from an interesting conversation piece. I removed the CD player and book from my pocket. "Trade these for the lantern and First-Aid kit?" "Gladly. Ye'd be s'prized how well books sell, spesh'ly Sterling's work," he said, taking both items in his hand. Fox briefly paged through the book, probably to make sure it wasn't a misprint or somesuch. He tossed me the lantern and First-Aid kit; carrying things with a practical application made me feel much more sane. "Pers'nly, I liked th' chapt'r en how Scotch Tape cre'ted the universe. Whatabout ye?" "It was all pretty good," I responded, hoping to end the conversation sooner. "Aye. Got pretty slow near th' end, thou." For Trade Code:
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Jun 26, 2005, 01:41 PM | |
Ask him whether he's heading anywhere anytime soon, and if so, where, just in case we need any of those other items soon, and since I'm interested in whether the unknown thingy could prove useful..
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Jun 26, 2005, 02:16 PM | |
The party is just Shuri right now. Morale is neutral-low.
Though I was out of things to trade off, the small, unidentified object looked like just the sort of thing that would open some ancient lock, possess a magical power, or be able to nail someone on the head from 100 feet away. "Anyway, how soon are you departing?" I asked Fox. "Why? Lookin' t' go share a hotel room?" There was an extremely awkward silence. "Ye know, 'twas a joke. Like -" "Yeah, I got it," I responded. "And the only reason you still have all your limbs is because you've been mildly helpful before." Fox glanced around nervously and quickly re-responded to my initial question. "Aye, I'll prol'ly be stickin' round," he said, "there's s'more of ye adventurey folks up in the tunnels n' citadel to th' norreast. Good business." |
Jun 26, 2005, 02:31 PM | |
do we really need a lantern? nailing someone or something from a 100 feet away sounds pretty useful to me.
trade lantern for Thingy. ask Fox if he knows what Thingy is.
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Jun 26, 2005, 03:28 PM | |
Ignore the previous command.
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Jun 26, 2005, 04:38 PM | |
Because we don't know if the "I have have no idea what this does" object is useless.
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Jun 26, 2005, 06:31 PM | |
And trying to steal from Fox seems stupid.
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Jun 26, 2005, 09:26 PM | |
Unless youre INVISIBLE.
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Jun 27, 2005, 04:29 PM | |
Can the people who made the previous posts come to some sort of conclusion?
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