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 on: November 27, 2014, 06:13:59 PM 
Started by Lucca - Last post by Dice

Wait wha?

Aaah Canada.  Our bears are mighty.

 on: November 27, 2014, 05:34:04 PM 
Started by Aeolus - Last post by Dice
THE VILLAINS!?!??!  Dun dun dun

 on: November 27, 2014, 03:32:46 PM 
Started by Yoda - Last post by Mickeymac92
Huh. We don't have a dream thread. I might have to fix that tomorrow.

I just want to bring up a random nightmare I had a few years ago. It was really weird, since it was 3 acts:

It was about a huge castle that was turned into a prestigious school and museum. It even had a whole wing that seemed to be a hospital of some sort. The first act of the dream started with the school getting invaded by soldiers dressed in medieval armor equipped with swords, spears, rifles of various kinds, and cannons, all attacking from the east. Most of this act was focused on a boy trying to escape the chaos, first in the school, which was the east wing of the building, and then in the dim, spooky museum in the central building of the castle, where he's stalked by an exceptionally large knight wielding a large broadsword. This part was very intense, like a horror movie, made worse by the empty armors and frequent destruction and sounds of explosions from the invading army, and never knowing where the ominous knight may appear. Eventually the boy is cornered and presumedly captured by the knight, who is revealed to be the general of the invading army.

The second act took place in the west wing of the building, where the hospital was, and centered around a nurse who is also trying to escape the turmoil, but is eventually captured and forced to become the assistant of their chief medical officer, "The surgeon general". She then had to witness and even conduct these bizarre surgeries, often on live patients - all the screaming, all the pleading, al the blood and gore...this part alone would've made it a nightmare I wish I could forget.

By the third act, The nurse eventually outlived her usefulness and is turned into a patient herself, becoming a mindless puppet for the third general, "The Warden", who is keeping the students as prisoners in the dorm in the north wing, presumedly to be used as subjects for the Surgeon's experiements (amusement?). This is where things take an even weirder turn: The Warden is a highly effeminate man with long flowing hair and a mask covering his eyes, and conducting an orgy with the women-turned-puppets, many of whom seemed to be stitched together and still bleeded. Some of them are even strung up in strange, contorted positions, their bodies barely holding together. All the while they have these vacant, slack-jawed stares. This act alone makes me want to puke every time I remember it. The boy from act one has been brought to his private room in the dorms to play witness to his deed, as well as to become his bitch-boy, his body having already been altered, but his intelligence was left intact. His spirit, however, was not so lucky.

I believe I woke up after this, but I think there was supposed to be another act involving a female general in the South Wing, but I don't know what it would've involved. I'm kinda curious, but I think that nightmare was bad enough for one night...

 on: November 27, 2014, 03:21:44 PM 
Started by Lucca - Last post by Annubis

Wait wha?

 on: November 27, 2014, 01:48:08 PM 
Started by Dincrest - Last post by Dincrest
Crestee: So why were you always hasslin' me and my livestock?  If y'all were lookin' out for me, why'd you scratch me all the time?  

Leona: When you're as old as I am and have been around as long as I have in this accursed cat body, you tend to get a little ornery.  And I often used that to keep people at bay.  Plus, like I said before, if I scratched you, I had the power to keep tabs on you until your scratches fully healed up.  I initially scratched at your livestock to get a bead on you, then scratched you directly.  I knew you were different when your scratches healed up faster than usual.  You were a magic innate.  So I had to keep scratching you to keep tabs on you.  And THAT is why I picked on you so much.  

Crestee: Why you... why didn't you just right TELL me what was going on before things got all clitchy?  I ain't some prissy little Strassle princess who's virgin ears can't hear a bull's backdoor trots or even them uppity girls in Madora with their prize winnin' animals.  For corn sakes, I get my hands good 'n dirty on Uncle's ranch rescuin' and rehabilitatin' abused and neglected animals.  I seen Loper at his worst when he weren't nuthin' but sickly skin 'n bones and now he's as stout and healthy as any blue ribbon stallion.  With time and patience I can have the most irascible horse eatin' outta my hand.  And my dad... when I was a wee baby our house was bein' robbed and he was killed fightin' off them outlaws so mama and I could escape.  We were homeless drifters for a while till mama's little brother Clyde took us in.  I had trouble saying "Clyde" as a baby, so I called 'im "Unca" then "Uncle."      

Leona: Crestee, I know you've seen and experienced tragedy in your life and I didn't want to burden you with more weight on your shoulders.  I wanted you to have some semblance of a normal life.  Be  regular girl as much as possible.  Be like everyone else in the village who's tangled with the ornery cat.  Plus, I wanted to be sure you grew mature enough to handle things, especially your latent power.  I know you're a spitfire around people, especially those you think are stupid, but you're as cool and collected as can be with your animals.  

Crestee: Darn tootin.'  Animals, especially horses, are super sensitive to peoples' emotions and the ones we rescued spooked even easier 'cuz o' what they gone through.  

Leona:  Maybe I spoke too late, but better late than never.  The winds of change blow strong with you, Crestee.  

Crestee: Spare me the elemental puns about being dust in the wind and all that.  

Roko: So even if you had been forthright with cowboy barbie earlier on, you're saying she'd be in a bad predicament even if not this one?  Between a rock and a hard place.  

Leona: Yes, and at this point I'm glad she's not alone on this journey.  The Eye is attuned to Alex as well, so his fate is intertwined.  Why you're with the party is a mystery, but something compels you, Roko.  

Just then, Alexandra meekly steps out of her hiding place and into the main room.  

Alexandra: I'm, I'm sorry I freaked out a little earlier.  It's just that...

Alexander: No need.  Sorry I got carried away.  It's just that...

Alexandra: No need to explain yourself again.  We're all in the same boat.  You need answers.  Crestee needs answers.  I need answers.  I'm not much good at fighting, but I can do this *Alexandra casts a low level water spell with healing properties* so maybe I can come along with you?  I won't get anywhere on my own and you do seem to care, Alex.  

The party nods in agreement.  

*Alexandra joins the party*

Sherdal: Dincrest, I would like you to accompany them as well.  The truth is out there and this motley crew is a lightning rod for it.  

*Dincrest joins the party*

Roko: It's about time we got a hunky swordsman in the party, no offense buttercup.  

Crestee: None taken, though you could ease up on the pet names.  I'm not some twee little girl.  I'm a lot taller and have a more... erm... hearty build than some twig noble.  Them prissy gals couldn't handle my horses.  

Roko: *licks lips* Sure thing, apple tart.  

Sherdal: The eye will guide you on your way, and my son can forage a path.  

The party is now:
Crestee, wind elemental, rapier type swords
Alexander, fire elemental, knives & daggers
Leona, ???, claws
Roko, ???, whips
Alexandra, water elemental, rods
Dincrest, ???, longswords

So the party exits the swamps and is back out on the overworld where the Eye points them to...

 on: November 27, 2014, 12:36:26 PM 
Started by Dincrest - Last post by kkhohoho
Still going to Chicago, but not until later this afternoon, so...
Leona: Right; Time's Eye. Basically, the Eye's like your great grand-uncle twice removed; hardly anyone knows it exists, but it's been around for longer than anyone could have guessed, and legends about it have been around for nearly as long. It's said that the eye was created by the twin Goddesses Orihu and Uhiro, masters of life and life and death respectively. It was supposedly made when the universe was young, and the Gods were trying out just about everything to see what stuck. Cue the Time's Eye, which can also be likened to an old science experiment that you made years ago and don't really pay much attention to anymore. As for what it can you, you've seen some of it. So long as you know what you're doing, time and space might as well be at your fingertips. If you don't know what you're doing, you end up sending, say, your mothers and sisters into the past. You, Crestee, couldn't control the Time's Eye just set. Hate to say it, but it's because of you know why your mother and Alex's sister (maybe,) got sent back here. The more you know...

Leona (Continued): Anyway, once created, it was too strong for the Gods to just get rid of it, or to even keep away in the Celestial Plane. If they did that, the energies of the eye would react to those of the Celestial Plane, resulting in... well, if you've ever heard any theories on the Big Blast, it would basically be that times a hundred. They had to keep it here, and so they entrusted it to to the Crestee clan, which you, Crestee, just happen to be named after. Not that your parents knew. They just knew the name had been passed down for practically forever, along with the heirloom, but it'd been forever since they knew why. Though as for Dincrest, I guess he just happened to marry in.

Leona: (Continued): And as for me, I'm the first. The first member of the clan to ever be bestowed the honor of protecting the heirloom. Basically, Crestee, I'm your great, great, great, great... well, very great grandpappy, for all intents and purposes. And when my time was done, rather than just kick the bucket, the clan enacted a ritual to transfer my soul to the body of a cat. The could would live forever, while my soul would forever rest within it, and keep watch over the Time's Eyes, to make sure that future descendants of the clan stayed on the right path. Though let me tell ya', some of those later young-ungs were a pain in the rear end, let me tell ya'. Course, at some point or another, some members of the clan stopped believing in what they saw as, 'space-time hooey', and nothing anyone could do would convince 'em. I've stayed in the shadows since then, making sure the heirlooms never fell into the wrong hands. Only now, it's in danger of doing so, so I just couldn't keep quiet any longer, so to speak. And let me tell you, after keeping my trap shut for so long, it's a darn relief to finally be yapping away again. Maybe that's why I'm so chatty.

Leona: (Continued.) And that's what I know. If anyone's got any question's, now the time to ask 'em...

{Save Game?}

 on: November 27, 2014, 11:44:58 AM 
Started by Dincrest - Last post by Dincrest
Just then, Crestee and Dincrest walk in, panting from time spent swordfighting.  

Crestee: "Umm, what's with all the sullen looks?"

Sherdal: "Your kitty cat was just about to spill the beans on this whole mess."

Dincrest: "Let's take a seat then."

So everyone sits down on the floor (except for Alexandra who's in another room, but still listening in) and Leona begins her lecture about the Eye of Spacetime, her connection to it, and why she's a cat...

 on: November 27, 2014, 10:20:18 AM 
Started by Yoda - Last post by Annubis
Been sick for the last two days and starting to be bored of napping...

 on: November 27, 2014, 09:56:15 AM 
Started by Dincrest - Last post by kkhohoho
...matters of great import. Such as the existence of a talking cat.

Sherdal: Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Though honestly, if it wasn't for all of you youngsters hearing this little bugger with your own hears, I'd swear I was blasted on swamp piss. Either that, or we're all blasted on swamp piss.

Alex: Uh, not in front of my sister, please.

Sherdal: Speaking of which, are you sure this is truly the sister of whom you speak?

Alex ...Come again?

Sherdal: Well, think about it. Myself and my son are apparently ancestors of your Crestee, correct? Who's to say that this young woman -- who, I might add, cannot remember a single thing about who she is -- isn't merely an ancestor herself?

Alex: But, the beacon--

Sherdal: --Could have led to the person that was, in this time, like your sister. If that person were to be an ancestor, then that would make perfect sense.

Alex: No! That, that can't be--

Roko: Hate to say it, but the geezer here might have a point. She doesn't remember a thing, right? Sure, she could be your sister, but we don't know the first thing about this whole time-travelling business, do we?

Alexendra???: Uh, um...

Alex: Alexandra?

Alexendra: Um, I don't, I don't really know what's going on here, I really don't, but--

Roko: Just spit it out, girl.

Alex: Roko!

Alexandra???: It's, it's alright. I, I don't know, but, Alex. It is Alex, correct? I, am sorry, but I truly don't remember anything. Not this place, and not this time you have spoken of either. I am sorry, I truly am, but...

Alex: But what?

Alexandra???: ...But it could be true that I am not your sister.

Alex: But Alexandra--

Alexandra: Please! I just, I'm sorry, but I just need some time to myself. I do not want others defining me when I cannot even define my own person! So please, just let me be...

Alex: But--

Leona: Better let her be. Whether she's your sister or not, she needs some time to herself.

Alex: But, I thought you said my sister was here--

Leona: That I did. But even if she's still in this time, that doesn't mean Sherdal's wrong. I don't even like saying this, but whoever this girl is, she might not be your sister. 'Sides, we've got bigger fish to try. I think, after seeing all of this, you'll believe what I've gotta' say. Think it's finally time I tell ya' all 'bout the Time's Eye...

Just an FYI, I'm going to be away in Chicago for a few days without any real internet access. See you all Sunday, I guess. :P

 on: November 27, 2014, 09:35:58 AM 
Started by Yoda - Last post by Klutz64
Happy Day of Being Forced to Eat Awful Poultry, everyone!

Yeah... not a big turkey fan and without any friends or family I enjoy being around, it's kind of just an annoying holiday for me.

But I hope everyone has a good one all the same.

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