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You wander towards the gates of town, passing all sorts of strange peoples(a goblin busy spinning around on his head, a statue woman who insists on letting pigeons perch on her, and the most adorable little chickentaur). Chunk spies the chicken hungrily, but is kept in check.
The gates to town are solidly closed, keeping everyone inside. The lizard offers: "Yeah, they were like that when this all happened. There should be a way to open them in the gatehouse... He points at a door near the right side of the gates. "...but nothing else has been the way it should, so it's also possible that it opens somewhere else entirely."
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"For now we should stick with the normal way of doing things, and be prepared for anything else to happen. I'll go open the gate" illiaster says, walking to the door and opening it.
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. |
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Illia: The inside of the guardhouse is very... colorful. Nice purple walls, chairs(mildly transparent) mounted to the ceiling rather than the floor, and implements of cookery(Bread rollers, cutting boards, and a single pink rotary cutter) where the weapon rack should be. There's a hefty lever to unlock the gate, currently sticking out of the ceiling. Gravity, it seems, will be your opponent today.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Illiaster looks at the grappling hook, tries to calculate how much rope will be needed, and thinks if it would be possible to it to get a gold of the lever with that, or get a lasso around it with the other end of the rope. Failing that, looks to see if there is anything stable he can grapple on the ceiling near the lever.
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. |
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. Last edited by sslrranma; Nov 26th, 2011 at 05:20 AM. |
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"This puzzle will just have to wait i guess" says Illiaster to himself with a frown. "Can someone give me a boost? The lever is on the ceiling."
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. |
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Eiath comes barrelling into the room. "One moment!"
He turns his companion upsides down and lifts him until his feet touch the ceiling.
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"Thanks" says Illiaster as he now pulls the lever. This female wererat form was going to be tricky, especially since all his weight has seemed to gone to his chest. Thankfully he still has pants.
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Illia: The lever is slightly sticky, but you manage to yank it free. A burst of confetti falls from the ceiling, with a congratulatory *toot*. You hear the sound of gearwork, and the gate being lowered down outside.
Outside Crowd: The land outside of town doesn't look much better than inside. The road is made of grass, the grass is made of road(you're not sure how dirt manages to stay up in such thin stalks, but it manages), and there's a strange looking man wandering around wearing nothing but a cowbell and a smile. He gives a polite "Mooo" in your direction.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Nov 29th, 2011 at 08:57 PM. |
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Walking outside the building after being put down, Illiaster walks over to the others and says "So whats going on... Why is that man wearing a cow bell"
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Eiath waves at the cowbell man. "Moo." He looks over his shoulder at Illia. "....Because he's a cow. Wasn't I the dumb one?"
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Dergan grunts, and the high-pitched squeak of a fart emits from his now feminine...but decidedly furry backside. He only glances back at the offending body part before starting out into the wide and weird wilderness beyond the gate. He/she gives the cow a quick glance, then shrugs. Dunno...you part of the town here, ma' bovine friend? We could be usin' some direction here.
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