Bullshit RPG: And I Would Walk 500 Miles; And I Would Walk 500 More
05-07-2018, 10:54 PM
@Kaede You reach for your weapon as you descend the stairs and grip... nothing?
You arrive on the bottom floor and inspect your person. You are somehow now in a bridal gown adorned with the traditional highborn accessories as one would expect the bride at a rich wedding to have.
Looking around, you find yourself at the end of the aisle in your hometown's local church. In the pews on the left, you spot all your mage college friends and family members staring at you. Some in disbelief, some with sadness, and some with apathy. On the right side you find a bunch of people you might believe to be troublemakers or miscreants.
"Ayyyyy, Mrs. Magyyk Marm, you're finally here."
At the front of the aisle, you spot a familiar character dressed in a jester's finest outfit.
He even has that little flower that squirts water when poked attached to his left breast.
Lady Tamira turns her head towards you once again, smiling that same genuine smile.
"Go on then. Get out of my life then."
@Corenat Rovarnus
You slowly climb up the side of the building as the giant ants quickly ascent towards you.
Reaching out, you start emitting magical energy towards the rift.
"Expellipharmus"
"Floopify"
"Avacado Kedaver"
As the rift opens up, you hear what seem to be incantations being shouted out and you see colorful flashes of light as each phrase is completed.
As the entrance to the rift grows to the size of a potato, you notice what seems to be a group of british kids having a magical war with unnaturally pale, snakelike, evil looking generic bad guys in some stereotypical magical dark wooded area.
Exerting your magical energy towards the portal, it finally reaches a size that you can squeeze through.
Unfortunately, one of the british kids notices you and casts a powerful water spell, sending a torrent of liquid rage rushing right at you.
You quickly lose your grip on the 5th floor wall of the building, sending you crashing down onto the nearest ant, bouncing you even farther away from the building.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
@Kaede
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The jester bride spontaneously begins screeming
@Corenat Rovarnus
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You quickly sit up in your bed, finding yourself in a pool of sweat (and it seems you've pissed yourself) as you scream from your strange nightmare.
@Kaede
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You wake up, shaking in disbelief and your heart pounding. The Magyyk Man seems to have woken you up from your strange dream/nightmare with his screaming.
@Interovegas
"Eh, he's kinda of a random fellow. He sells whatever he pleases all the time, so his stock is always changing. I'd imagine you'd be more familiar with what's being sold today since you rode the same bus as he did to get here. Though I guess you were probably asleep most of the journey given the state you were in when you arrived."
Suddenly a flash of memory invades your mind. You recall Frank Frill, the trader Emmilia bought some stuff from right before boarding the ABS red line.
You recall the slave-owning herb plantation owners plot of starting a revolution against the rich castle folk who wanted to increase taxation and ban slavery.
You recall hearing of the group of knights your newfound comrades supposedly slain in order to save the villagers.
You also vaguely recall some Russian guy that could jump really high and this Latin American guy that had a lot of the herb.
You arrive on the bottom floor and inspect your person. You are somehow now in a bridal gown adorned with the traditional highborn accessories as one would expect the bride at a rich wedding to have.
Looking around, you find yourself at the end of the aisle in your hometown's local church. In the pews on the left, you spot all your mage college friends and family members staring at you. Some in disbelief, some with sadness, and some with apathy. On the right side you find a bunch of people you might believe to be troublemakers or miscreants.
"Ayyyyy, Mrs. Magyyk Marm, you're finally here."
At the front of the aisle, you spot a familiar character dressed in a jester's finest outfit.
He even has that little flower that squirts water when poked attached to his left breast.
Lady Tamira turns her head towards you once again, smiling that same genuine smile.
"Go on then. Get out of my life then."
@Corenat Rovarnus
You slowly climb up the side of the building as the giant ants quickly ascent towards you.
Reaching out, you start emitting magical energy towards the rift.
"Expellipharmus"
"Floopify"
"Avacado Kedaver"
As the rift opens up, you hear what seem to be incantations being shouted out and you see colorful flashes of light as each phrase is completed.
As the entrance to the rift grows to the size of a potato, you notice what seems to be a group of british kids having a magical war with unnaturally pale, snakelike, evil looking generic bad guys in some stereotypical magical dark wooded area.
Exerting your magical energy towards the portal, it finally reaches a size that you can squeeze through.
Unfortunately, one of the british kids notices you and casts a powerful water spell, sending a torrent of liquid rage rushing right at you.
You quickly lose your grip on the 5th floor wall of the building, sending you crashing down onto the nearest ant, bouncing you even farther away from the building.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
@Kaede
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The jester bride spontaneously begins screeming
@Corenat Rovarnus
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You quickly sit up in your bed, finding yourself in a pool of sweat (and it seems you've pissed yourself) as you scream from your strange nightmare.
@Kaede
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You wake up, shaking in disbelief and your heart pounding. The Magyyk Man seems to have woken you up from your strange dream/nightmare with his screaming.
@Interovegas
"Eh, he's kinda of a random fellow. He sells whatever he pleases all the time, so his stock is always changing. I'd imagine you'd be more familiar with what's being sold today since you rode the same bus as he did to get here. Though I guess you were probably asleep most of the journey given the state you were in when you arrived."
Suddenly a flash of memory invades your mind. You recall Frank Frill, the trader Emmilia bought some stuff from right before boarding the ABS red line.
You recall the slave-owning herb plantation owners plot of starting a revolution against the rich castle folk who wanted to increase taxation and ban slavery.
You recall hearing of the group of knights your newfound comrades supposedly slain in order to save the villagers.
You also vaguely recall some Russian guy that could jump really high and this Latin American guy that had a lot of the herb.
