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Magic! We can make potions in our ramshackle hut that will throw the villagers into chaos! And make decent money doing it.
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Samara is already growing her own food. She should take that self-reliance a step further and make her own furniture.
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Ghostwoods posted:Robots. We need to befriend robots. Are there any? There will be if we build them. We need to build robots. A lot of robots.
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Zybourne Clock posted:Samara is already growing her own food. She should take that self-reliance a step further and make her own furniture. There's two ways to make our own furniture: dabbling in inventing, or practicing sculpting. Sculpting will provide more traditional furniture like chairs, tables, and even toilets. Inventing will allow us to create more high-tech and unconventional items, like a giant vacuum that sucks up all collectables in an area. Theta Zero fucked around with this message at 00:50 on Dec 31, 2014 |
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Theta Zero posted:There's two ways to make our own furniture: dabbling in inventing, or practicing sculpting. Sculpting will provide more traditional furniture like chairs, tables, and even toilets. Inventing will allow us to create more high-tech and unconventional items, like a giant vacuum that sucks up all collectables in an area. There's your answer
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Give Samara's shanty a single, tiny window. Make meet everyone in town a long-term goal.
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Samara should build a robot that is exactly like her. If personality trait chips allow that, anyway. I know it's kind of limited.
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We need a very simple, short-term goal. Take over the town.
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I think we should stick with the long term goal of marrying Genghis. Now to that end we should have the short term goal of murdering Genghis' wife.
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David D. Davidson posted:I think we should stick with the long term goal of marrying Genghis. Now to that end we should have the short term goal of murdering Genghis' wife. Please we need to marry the Alien and have many alien-wizard hybrid kids. Also if we become a werewolf or vampire (you can do that can't you?) we can have alien-wizard-undead hybrid kids.
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Day 9, 10 and 11: Invention Mail time!  Oh, there's where we put our phone. I guess I was wrong, the reskins do actually reflect on the phone's model, because it's red now. To do ☐ Buy some shoes ☐ Buy a new outfit ☐ Buy a window ☐ Dabble in the dark arts ☐ Buy a workbench and invent something ☐ Gnomes ☐ Befriend a Robot ☐ Buy a computer ☐ Travel abroad Is that a hole in your wallet or are we just happen to see some money?  One day we'll fix this toilet. And clean it.  Maybe if we can get the little knob to stay down, we can flood the entire neighborhood.  We may not have a computer, but at least the desk provides a better eating surface than the toilet.  Our plants are doing well, too. I think this day might be pretty good after all. At least the rain waters the plants for us, that frees up some spare time.  I almost forgot! Let's give Gregory some fresh air. We'll keep him on our desk for now. We want to get some new clothes, and I know just the place to get them.  To Quincey's hou--Oh, he's not home.  Tooo Gengis's house!  We rang the doorbell, but nobody's coming... They must be hiding under the tables again. We could wait them out, but I think just going to the local pawn shop will save us some time.  Speaking of which, this is...uh, well, the local pawn shop. You can offload any junk you find or make here for a quick buck.  Usually you get more money than if you just sold it outright. We'll come here if we ever find a bunch of trash we can sell in bulk.  Ah, here it is. Let's see if we can find any good secondhand clothing.  So...very tempting...but I think we should find something more conventional.  Hey, this isn't half-bad. I'll even keep a second version of this, sans vest. Why don't we try these on for free for a while? Like, for a few weeks? Until we get a new outfit?  Let's drop by the police station and pick up a case.  Huh. Full moon.  A lot of really weird...things happen on a full moon.    Yeah, kind of like that.  OH MY GOODNESS!  A real-life, fully fledged zombie! How exciting!  Oh! Can I shake your hand? Are you contagious?  "Brains," huh?  "Braaaiiins" right back at you, buddy. Hah! That's good, I can appreciate the classics.  Oh, you want Samara's brains? Ha, that's a good one.  Jokes on you, Samara doesn't have any brains to begin with. Now get lost.  Let's see...case file says our client works at the Harvest and Trustee bar as a bartender.  I hope she can't afford our services. Maybe then she'll try to pay us in booze.  Let's see...she's been having some issues with her garden gnome being kicked over. She suspects her neighbor, named Harry, of kicking it over. She wants us to...oh boy! She wants us to dig through Harry's trash for evidence!  Don't worry, we're already there! ...Wow, Harry needs to turn down the bloom on his door.  Man, we do this just for fun. We're in the right business if we get paid for it.  Let's see here... God, how many T.V. dinners can one man eat? Aha! A pair of shoes with the ends worn out! I say we found our gnome-kicker.  Our good "friend" Harry is hiding out at the local bowling alley. I've got an idea that'll land us some extra greenbacks. Let's blackmail him for the evidence, then tell our client that he's innocent. Double the pay!  There you are, Harry. Here, take this evidence.  Wait, no. That's the wrong order.  We got conclusive proof that you've been responsible for some gnome-tipping around the neighborhood. Your secret is as good as out...unless you slip us a little something to make us "forget" your old shoes, here.  ...That's not the reaction I was going for. He's...happy we confronted him.  Harry's been having some anger management issues, so he's been taking it out on some gnomes. He was conflicted on whether or not to apologize to our client, but because we confronted him, we convinced him too.  Well...so much for blackmailing. At least we can consider this case closed. Let's get a pizza.  Because we've been solving so many cases, we're being recognized for our work. City Hall has given us a... ...$2 trophy. Thanks. Thanks a lot.  Oh, and our client also gave us the tipped over gnome. Samara called it Albert. We'll just leave him in front of our bathroom door.  At the very least, the money we got from the case helped us afford this window right here. That'll save money on electricity. If we didn't just keep the light on all the time anyways. Let's sleep until morning.  Oh wow! It snowed last night! We still have some more cases to solve, but first...    Snow angels!  ...That's a really unconventional approach, Samara.  Hey, that's not half bad. This is like, the first nice thing Samara's ever made. Hell, it's the first nice thing we've ever had.  So we better fix that.  That'll learn you. Let's pick up a case, I'm in the money making mood this morning.  Our client is at...the library, of all places. We're spending a lot of time here, I've noticed. Maybe one day I'll remember the name of this place.  Oh hey, it's Gengis! We haven't seen him since he told us we suck.  This is our client, Tori. She...wait what? What is this, middle school? Tori has a crush on another woman named Clara. She wants us to ask around and see if Clara is seeing somebody else at the moment. Ugh. Whatever, it's your money, lady.  Well, there's interviewee #1.  Hey, you know a lady named Clara? Know if she's seeing somebody right now? Never heard of her? A likely story. We'll let you off easy, this time.  How about you, Gengis? You and your brat ever heard of a woman named Clara? Nope? Well, that's conclusive evidence, I'd say. Clara clearly isn't real.  Sorry, Tori. You're fawning over a ghost. Maybe next time, try getting the hots for a corporeal woman. Now pay up.  Interviewee #1 tries to hit on Tori as we leave, with...expected results.  With the money we got from that case, we can afford a workbench now! Using this workbench, we can start inventing new things! But not until we've got some scrap to work with.  Next objective...maybe expand the house a little.  That was convenient. We picked up another case, and our client this time is Gengis! Gengis suspect that his neighbor has joined an underground crime syndicate...interesting.  Well, let's head over and dig through his stuff. Man, this job is the bomb.  Bill, bill, bill... Aha! Figured this guy gets his paycheck through the mail!  Typical. His paycheck is a literal check. Can't cash that in...  Let's see what's in the... ...Huh. Actually...  I think I have a better idea...  Why don't we be a bit more thorough in our work and..."investigate" this guy's belongings?  ...What? Oh. He forget to lock it.  Bingo, let's see what we've got.  Hey-hey! A kitchen! Let's see what this guy's got in the fridge. We're hungry.  Orange sherbet ice cream!  Don't mind if we do. ...Uh-oh. I think somebody's home early.  Just act natural.  ...Ha! He doesn't suspect a thing. Where were we?  Oh, what do we have here? A folder conveniently containing neatly organized documentation of his nefarious criminal activites. I think I know what that means. Clearly this man used to be in the crime syndicate, but has since given up his life of crime, and started the process by throwing his criminal evidence in the trash.  Sorry, Gengis my man. Your hunch we wrong. Your neighbor doesn't have anything to do with any criminal organization. But you can sleep easy now. Pay up.  Cool. With the money from that case, and some clever renovating, we managed to combine our bedroom and...I dunno what to call it, our workshop into one room. I think we can classify our collection of walls a house now, don't you?  You hear, that Quincey!? We're catching up to you! You think you're so great, with your roof and holiday lights?  Well, the ball's in YOUR court, now. And we're waiting for you to make a move.  I think we can squeeze out one more case for the day. Our client's at this little bar here. Can't say I'm a fan of this place. A lot of freaks like to hang out around here.  Oh, hi Quincey. We've never actually seen him in his casual outfit. His little beanie combo is what he wears to work. Apparently "business casual" has a very loose definition there.  Quincey puts on a fake smile and...I... I've never actually seen Quincey smile before, I think. At least not at us. But maybe it's for the best. That's a downright creepy grin.  Tsk, tsk, tsk. Quincey, Quincey, Quincey. Quincey's been relying a bit too much on the ol' credit card. You have to work to get your fancy house and furniture, Quincey. He's hired us to hack the local bank's database and...remove a few zeroes from his debt. Back to the library we go.  Samara successfully hacks the database with some well-placed headbutts.  Man, we've been spending a lot of time on the computer. Can't wait until we can afford one.  Okay, Quincey. Consider your debt gone. What we did wasn't exactly legal, so we...  ...We...I can't focus with that weird smile. What were we saying? Well, whatever. Just pay up and get out.  I used the money from all these cases to finish up our little room. When we're...well, basically not-poor, we can get a little bit more creative. As for now, I'm using the rest of the money to buy scrap metal. We need scrap to invent things on the workbench.  Good morning, Gregory. Today we're going to do nothing but invent. Once we eat, use the bathroom, and take a shower, we're going to lock ourselves inside our house and just dabble away. ...Say, is Samara getting fatter, or is it just me?  The weather is being kind of brutal on our plants...we lost an apple tree. Hopefully they'll last until it gets warmer out.  Inventing is a neat skill because you can make some pretty strange things. But it requires scrap and eats through it like crazy...  ...Unless you've got the right lifetime rewards. You get these by doing "Wants," basically what Samara feels like doing or hopes to do. We had enough points, so I got this bad boy which lets us use less scrap when we invent. In the future, I'll ask what rewards we feel like getting.  Samara can make a lot of objects and sell them at the pawn shop we visited a few days ago. We can make a lot of money through inventing.  Assuming we hit more nails than fingers. Inventing is a skill, and working on a workbench improves not only inventing, but also Handiness--a skill used for repairing things. ...Maybe we can fix that toilet. Nah, maybe later.  You invented something! Confetti all around! Let's see what we've got.  A...mailbox dog thing. That's...that's...  Why don't we just keep it next to Gregory?  Mailcall! This is the first time we've seen the postal worker actually deliver the mail.  Any presents? Rewards? Hatemail? ...Typical. A bill. And we can't afford it. Hopefully Samara can invent something that'll land us money by the end of the day.  Tell you what, why don't we move the mailbox to a more convenient location? Anyways, back to work.  We invented a miniature nuclear explosion!  Oh. It's a...cow? I think?  Next to Gregory you go. These things are worth chump change! We can't afford the bills unless Samara makes something people will buy. Oh. We ran out of scrap.  Don't worry, there's a solution to that...if I can find it... Everything kind of looks the same now...  There it is! This is the junkyard. Your first stop for all your scrap and used furniture needs.  Look at this! People just throw away perfectly good tables! We'll just...take these with us on our way back.  Okay, let's dive on into this pile of crap and see what we can find.  A...pipe. I don't think we can break this down into scrap so...  No, we can't use that.  What else can you find?  Another pipe.  What, is this nothing but a pile of pipes or something?  Let's try this junk heap instead. I see something we can use...a few gears...a wheel...a...  ...Pipe. Why do I even try?  Oh forget it. It's getting late. Let's take the scrap we've got and head home.  ...Along with all this nice furniture that...we can't use. Because it's pretty broken. Can't even sell it for a single dollar. So much for that.  We did find a very nice radio. But we sold it for $150, because we aren't allowed to have nice things. ...Wait, I used the money from this to buy scrap, and used the scrap to invent something we can sell for money to pay bills. What was I thinking?  Now then, back to the drawing board. Okay, Samara is definitely getting fatter. I'm not even doing anything.  What? You can't...there's no... This is somebody else's invention. We can't sell this.  Oh. Samara welded the balls together so they don't clack. I guess that's different enough to warrant a patent. What else does she got?  A...a thing. A squid thing, or something.  Apparently the little windy thing is just for show... I'm sure Samara just needs some practice and soon she'll be inventing something, well, valuable. Until then, these little doodads sell enough to afford the bills, so I call that a successful day.  Let's call it a night while Samara gives you a really creepy stare. To Do ☑ Get some shoes ☑ Time for a new outfit ☑ Buy a window ☐ Dabble in the dark arts ☑ Invent something ☑ Gnomes ☐ Befriend a Robot ☐ Buy a computer ☐ Travel abroad Alchemy is coming soon, don't worry. But we've got a long way to go before we can achieve those other goals. Theta Zero fucked around with this message at 11:46 on Jan 2, 2015 |
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Focus on dark magic! We shall brew... the money potion.
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Samara should try inventing a flying machine and then go travel with her great pal Albert the tipped-over gnome. Using her internet fame to generate travel guide videos with said great pal is a plus.
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We've dabbled in the metal arts. We're focusing on the dark arts next time. But what I want is for Samara to indulge in the art...arts. By which I mean try her hand at painting.
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I think Samara should murder somebody because 1. it'll help us in our day job as a private investigator, since then we would actually be criminals and tus be able to understand the criminal mind better and 2. I just won't be happy until Samara gets some blood on her hands goddamnit.
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Jan 2, 2015 06:25
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Being easily impressed is apparently effective protection against lesser undead.
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Jan 2, 2015 06:53
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Get a way to Pay Bills Maybe do some work or something.
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Jan 2, 2015 07:49
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Give everyone in town a Mailbox Dog. Mailbox Dog owns.
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Jan 2, 2015 08:10
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Buy a computer and post on Something Awful dot com.
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Jan 2, 2015 11:14
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Samara needs someone to be her muse. Go hit on the bartending lady.
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jon joe posted:Buy a computer and post on Something Awful dot com. With our most basic needs taken care off this takes priority.
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To celebrate the successful enclosure of all of our belongings with walls, we should throw a housewarming party.
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Samara should consult a doctor about her metabolic problems. A witchdoctor. Cause the real thing would bankrupt her.
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Mustard Snobbery posted:To celebrate the successful enclosure of all of our belongings with walls, we should throw a housewarming party. Invite only Quincey.
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Gnomespree! We need to get pictures of Samara and Albert having fun all over town.
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Tiggum posted:Invite only Quincey. It will be a blast.
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Eat something that contains protein
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I love how our "house" is growing day by day like an angry orange sherbert colored zit on the neighborhood. The homeowners' board would love us. We're making money from everywhere now, let's act like the bored, suburban gal we are and seduce the piazza delivery person.
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Since we still need to feed ourselves, we should at least learn how to cook. Also, once we get the time, we need to paint and decorate our house and furniture to look more like the shanty it is. And Definitely wear that hot dog suit again, maybe to a party.
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Anchors posted:I love how our "house" is growing day by day like an angry orange sherbert colored zit on the neighborhood. The homeowners' board would love us.
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Quantum Toast posted:Good point. We should find something else to paint orange.
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Day 12, 13, and 14: House Party Let's take a look at that to do list. Okay... Practice our hand at painting...  Check. Try to learn how to cook...  Check. And finally, make our house look like the shanty it is.  Check, check, and check. We already got a headstart on the day.  Of course, as per requested, we left one room sherbet orange. Namely, our bathroom.  We also got a nice frosted window door for our P.I. abilities. We'll just replace our front door with this. Speaking of which, let's go pick up a case for today. How else are we going to pay the bills?  Oh, I also made that hot dog outfit from yesterday our detective clothes. Just for today, though. I'm not going to make a habit out of this. I nearly forgot, here's our to do list for the next few days. To do ☐ Dabble in the dark arts ☐ Gnomes ☐ You live in a shanty, look like it ☐ But keep something orange ☐ Try painting ☐ Hit on the bartender lady ☐ Literally hit on the bartender lady ☐ Invite Gengis and Quincey over ☐ Give friends a Mailbox Dog ☐ Call for pizza ☐ Eat something with protein, like pizza ☐ Get skills ☐ Pay bills ☐ Hot dogs ☐ Befriend a Robot ☐ Buy a computer ☐ Post on somethingawful.com ☐ Learn to cook ☐ Travel abroad  Our client for this case is...Quincey!  Quincey's close friend lost her child! Oh my! How exciting! Could it be a kidnapping? A child running away from home? Let's get to work and find out!  The kid was last seen at the beach before school.  Hmm... Aha, just as I suspected!  This is snow. Which means that there's no reason for anybody to head to the beach.  I figured this was a bad lead. Let's just head to the school if we can find any clues as to where the kid last was.  Ugh. This stupid phone will not stop ringing. We'll silence it for now.  Wait, what are those guys doing?  It's literally freezing out. Like, literally. Things are frozen.  Whatever. Off to the school we go. We ask around for the kid's whereabouts and...wait, what?  QUINCEY YOU IDIOT! Did it occur to you and your friend that maybe, just maybe the reason the kid isn't at home is because school's in session!?  You're lucky we didn't have to wait for school to end before we could find that out! ... Thank you for your patronage, we'll accept our payment in cash.  Oh hey, Gengis's wife Blaise is here. Why don't we join her for a friendly game of bowling? Hell, she already paid. It's on her, anyways.    Line them up and knock them down!  That's...five out of ten! That's like a very high F+!  Victory is in our grasp! Don't feel pressured, that's pretty hard to top, Blaise.  We'll observe your form and posture and give you proper criticisms if they aren't up standard.  Hey, you got to be careful, you'll--  Pfft. Slip and fall. Don't feel bad, everybody makes mistakes. It's just that you make more of them.  W-what!? A strike!?  You...you cheated! That's it! We don't enjoy playing games with amateurs. We're. Leaving.  Our next case is...with this guy. We helped him with his wife running out with most of his money. And...from how I understand it, it's more of an "ex-wife" now. He's looking towards proposing to his new girlfriend, but he wants us to investigate if his kids support him and if she shares feelings towards him as well.  What are we, marriage counselors? Whatever. Let's start by asking his dear son. He apparently absolutely despises his future step mom. How heartwarming. Last up is his lovely daughter. I...don't see her within the immediate vicinity. I'm sure she'll be easy to find...  ...in this mansion.  At the very least if we don't find her, we can snoop around their belongings. Let's check this room.  Homina homina homina...  An...an indoor, private pool!? These people are unreal! God, no wonder this guy goes through ex-wives like Samara goes through socks.  Oh, there she is. What's with the look? You got something to hide? Well, we'll turn a watchful eye...for now. She gives us the same story, she hates her would-be step mother too.  While we may be looking for any excuse to dig through people's belongings, I think it would be best if we looked through mumsy's computer diary. ...Yeah, just as I thought. She couldn't care less about this family of albinos, she's just in it for the money.  Sorry bub, but the love of your life lives on a one-way street. Next time try finding somebody who likes your personality more than your wallet. ...Say, how about dinner some time? Actually, nevermind.  I think we can squeeze one more case out of the day.  Our next client works as a bouncer at this bar here.  Pfft, what? Did you get stuck in a wind tunnel or does your hair always look like that? You look ridiculous. ...Anyways, this guy lost a sculpture of a flamingo he made and decided to display on his front lawn. He wants us to ask around to see if people found it.  Luckily, the dump is right next to this metaphorical dump, so let's head over and nab some scrap. If we're lucky, we'll find a few people to interview.  Looks like a mother and her kids are hiding out here. Let's ask around.  Hey have you... ...Good lord, kid. You can poke an eye out with that nose. You know what, forget it.  Let's just ask mom over here. Excuse me miss, we--  WOAH! I mean uh...good god, where did that kid get his nose from? This...fine lady tells us that she did see a new display that looked like the sculpture in question at the local art museum. How convenient, that's only...  ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN!  ...I can't imagine walking all this way without our bike. This town is too big for it's own good. Regardless, here we are at the local museum. Let's head inside and look for clues.  Just as I thought!  All the displays here are garbage. But we did find the flamingo sculpture. Let's head back to our bouncer friend.  Hey, we found your statue at the local art musuem. Didn't know who snatched it, but you can have it back now.  What? No, of course we don't have it. We're detectives, not delivery boys. Now pay up.  Let's head back to our house, we've had enough of the snow.  Using the money that we got, we managed to upgrade our bed! I fitted it with creepy crawly sheets. I think it matches our shanty nicely. It also has double the sleep restoration stat as the old bed. I don't think that means we'll spend half as much time sleeping, but it certainly makes Samara spend less time in bed.  I also gave Samara a proper outerwear outfit. She'll put this on when it's cold out so she won't freeze to death.  And...tah dah! A new computer!  Let's try this baby out.  We'll just buy a Something Awful account and make our first post there.  Beautiful.  Well, I'd say today was a great success. Let's hit the sack and sleep in tomorrow.  Today's the big day. Because we have a house now, we're going to throw a house party!  And what house party is complete without gifts for the guests? We make a few mailbox dogs for all our friends that are coming over! As for entertainment...  A hacky sack! Don't worry, we'll resell it when the party's over so we get our money back.  Now that we're all cleaned up, it's time to invite the guests! ...Good god, Samara keeps getting fatter. I'm seriously not doing anything. She's just slowly getting bigger each day.  Ah! Our guests have arrived! There's Quincey, and Gengis, and... That's it. Because I'm pretty sure everyone else hates us.  Here you go, Quincey! I'm not going to spoil what's inside, but it's a mailbox dog and I just did.  Oh, and don't think I forgot about our good friend, Gengis! At least Gengis can appreciate a gift. You can take some lessons from him, Quincey. ...Wait a second. Duh, it's snowing outside!  Quincey, give me back that hacky sack. With all this snow we got here, it's the perfect opportunity for a...  SNOWBALL FIGHT!  Woah!  Okay, you were way too eager and ready to do that, Quincey.  You picked a bad time to decide to shave, Gengis!  What? This ain't no action movie. You stop dodging and take these snowballs like a man. Rapid fire!    That'll learn you.  Well, that was fun. But I think it's time to serve our guests.  Let's just order up a pizza. It's 30 minutes or free, after all.  And hey, while we're waiting, what don't we get together and make an igloo?  Wow, this is what it's like to have people like Samara. It's an...unfamiliar feeling, isn't it?  Beautiful. I don't know how this compares to our new bed, but we'll sleep in this igloo tonight. It'll probably melt soon, so might as well get some mileage out of it.  That's a job well done. We've still got some time before the pizza gets here...how about...  Oh, I know. How about we try building a snowman?  Oh, nix that. Pizza's here.  We don't have a place to put this, so we'll stow away the computer for now. Every family has a family inventory where you can store furniture that they'll keep if they move. Or you can just use it for some quick storage if need be.  We don't have any chairs, so we'll just have to eat while standing up.  Oh, except there isn't enough room in the house for all of us. Sorry Quincey, looks like you're sitting on the toilet. Everyone really enjoyed their time over, which was great. Quincey and Gengis got a boosted relationship with Samara.  As for the pizza, well...  It apparently won't fit in the fridge...so we'll have to throw it out. How disappointing. Like everything else Samara does.  Let's see if our thread got any responses.  Aw, what!?  Some stupid moderator locked our thread! Forget this, this forum sucks.  Let's finish up that snowman before we hit the igloo.  That's...really something.  At the very least, I'll give it points for creativity.  And now it dies.  What destruction. Such a disregard for life. I wonder how she got the snow to be black like that. Actually, I probably don't want to know.  Let's call it a day and sleep in our friendship igloo. The next morning...  Today, the plan is to do a quick case to make some money, and use the money to buy scrap to invent some stuff.  Our client is that loser from the mansion. We're seeing these guys a lot, lately. He just lost his wallet, and wants us to find it. According to this, he lost saw his wallet at...  ...The beach. What is wrong with the people in this town?  Oh, of course! It wouldn't be convenient enough that the wallet would just be here. Nooo. Instead, we found some notes suggesting some lady took the wallet and ran off to the arcade. You know, the arcade on the other side of town. See how it looks like it's the middle of the day here?  We bicycle all the way to the arcade, and by the time we get there, it's dusk. I really hope we get to punch somebody for this case. Actually...I have an idea.  Hello ma'am. We have reason to suggest you've procured another man's wallet during your time on the beach earlier today. Would you...not be unwilling to not bestow the wallet to us? "Yes?" That's just the answer we were looking for.  GUT TACKLE!  BODY SLAM!  CHOOOKE HOOOLD!  Thank you for your cooperation. For your convenience, we've taken the liberty of obtaining the wallet during our transaction.  We've left our card next to your teeth, give us a call if you need anything that needs solving.  Another day, another dollar. We got the standard $500 for turning in that wallet and finishing the case. We use the money to buy some scrap. Let's see if we can get a few inventions before the day's over.  A...tesla tower. That's...actually a decent invention.  If it worked, that is. This thing is supposed to give out electricity, but because Samara made it, it doesn't. Oh well. We can drop this off by the pawn shop and make a quick buck after we've thrown some other inventions into the mix. What else can we make?  A...globe. Well, at least it's not useless. From what I can see, it looks...mostly geographically accurate. What else you got?  Hmm. I think somebody's already invented fire.  Oh, that's not an invention. Samara's just on fire. We might have to do something about that.  Oh. It looks like the snow melted while we were inventing. So much for that idea.  It's a good thing we have a shower then. A pre-discovered invention, a useless invention, and setting ourselves on fire.  I'll take that as a sign that we need to call it a day. Let's knock off for the night and see what tomorrow brings. ☐ Dabble in the dark arts ☑ Gnomes ☑ You live in a shanty, look like it ☑ But keep something orange ☑ Try painting ☑ Invite Gengis and Quincey over ☑ Give friends a Mailbox Dog ☑ Call for pizza ☑ Eat something with protein, like pizza ☑ Get skills ☑ Pay bills ☑ Hot dogs ☐ Befriend a Robot ☑ Buy a computer ☑ Post on somethingawful.com ☑ Learn to cook ☐ Travel abroad Oh, whoops. I forgot to try alchemy. Don't worry, once we're finished with the small stuff on the next to do list, it's going to be nothing but potion brewing. Theta Zero fucked around with this message at 02:27 on Jan 6, 2015 |
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As per usual, I say we murder somebody preferably Edward Cullen or whatever that guy's name is. we also should think about forming a band with Quincey and Genghis.
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Jan 4, 2015 07:21
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Too bad that the forum account didn't work out. Maybe Samara should use her computer to improve her hacking skills.
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Jan 4, 2015 07:26
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Perhaps Samraa should keep working out. She's never going to find the grit necessary to become a hard-boiled detective if she doesn't stay in (a non-spherical) shape.
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Jan 4, 2015 08:05
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Potion Extra, Extra Hard
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Clearly we must revenge ourselves upon the moderator. Doxx him.
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