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Music You wake up and find that your hands are bound together. You're riding on a wagon going at a quick pace, and you see that there are other people in your situation. Most of them are asleep, and the ones who aren't don't really look like they're in the mood for speech. You ride along in silence. You arrive at the gate of a town. The guards at the gate take a few guys from end of the wagon and carry them off through the gate. The driver commands the horses to move and you're back on the road. You're at the front of the wagon, so you'll have to wait a while for your turn to get off. The sun begins to set as you reach the third town's gate. You're the only one left besides the driver and the horses, so the drivers leads you into town himself. The townsfolk pointedly ignore you as you're taken through winding cobbled streets. The wagon driver stops in front of a building and knocks a few times. Music Suddenly, the door slams open and a large man with a waxed moustache drags you inside, puts you in a chair at a table in the corner of the building, which seems to be a tavern, and says: "What would you like to drink?" What do you order? There's an IRC channel for CYOA's and similar games; it's #madgod on irc.synirc.net. Here's a Spotify playlist of all of the songs so far. I would consider it spoilers if you haven't read the adventure yet. Music Theory fucked around with this message at 16:54 on Jul 29, 2015 |
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:09 |
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"A glass of milk. Make it a double".
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:11 |
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Milk
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:11 |
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1930 Volgvogan Tropical Island
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:13 |
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Milk and rum. - 5 gal milk - 1 gal cuban rum (havana club, bacardi, 151...) - 1 gal rum (white) - 5 gal ice cream (vanilla) - 10 oz powdered cinnamon - 1 fifth coffee liqueur (tia maria,kahlua)
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:13 |
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LowellDND posted:- 5 gal milk I'm voting in favor of this CYOA staying strictly metric.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:15 |
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Theantero posted:I'm voting in favor of this CYOA staying strictly metric. This forum is imperial
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:23 |
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"Boston Club Punch posted:2 oranges (Seville if you can get them, but you probably can't since the season is well over)
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:27 |
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Doesn't have milk
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:28 |
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Changing vote to Everything combined
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:38 |
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Nyaa posted:Changing vote to Everything combined Acceptable
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:39 |
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Nyaa posted:Changing vote to Everything combined Why not
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:40 |
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YOU ARE ALL TRAITORS TO THE CAUSE! ALL OF YOUUUU!!
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:42 |
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Music You tell him you want some rum, and he says that it'll be just a moment. Wait, you say, could it also have some other stuff in it, too? He says sure. Just wait a bit. You think of something else as he goes to get it and you tell him you want some milk and other stuff too. Maybe some orange juice. The man stares at you for a bit, then nods and starts peeling oranges. You look out the window for a second, then turn back to him and ask him to add a lot of milk. He looks at you, shakes his head, and says that he'll do it but it'll be a while. You turn towards the window next to you as he goes to get it. You see lightning in the distance. The other patrons seem not to have noticed your strange entrance, and most just sit and talk to each other or drink quietly. Why were you forced into this tavern? Is this some sort of punishment? You don't remember anything before you woke up this morning, so you can't say for sure. You sit in silence and watch the tavernkeeper mix part of your drink. Someone knocks on the door; the man puts down his orange peeler and goes over to answer it. He says something to whoever's outside, then drags in a group of three people and puts them at their own table. He takes their order, brings them their drinks, and then tells them that adventuring equipment can be bought at a couple of shops down the road. The sun's gone down and you've got a few options here. You could stay in the common room, although that might not work out well later when the bartender decides that you can either rent a room or get out. You could actually rent a room, but you're pretty sure that would exhaust the money you found in your pocket entirely. You could also try to leave the tavern, but you might run into trouble with the bartender and whoever brought you here. What do you do? The bartender slides you a very large glass of a mixture of liquids that has never before been created. You drink some of it, then set it down. It's a little too much to finish in one go.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:52 |
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FINISH THE DRINK
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:54 |
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LowellDND posted:FINISH THE DRINK
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:54 |
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Nurse our drink all night long. If the bartender asks us to leave, tell him it's rude to send away a guest who's not done with his drink yet. Ask for some peanuts.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 19:57 |
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Zybourne Clock posted:Nurse our drink all night long. If the bartender asks us to leave, tell him it's rude to send away a guest who's not done with his drink yet. Ask for some peanuts.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:01 |
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LowellDND posted:FINISH THE DRINK
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:06 |
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Music You look into your drink. It's a strange swirling mix of many kinds of acohol, juice, and milk. You can see shimmering eddies and whorls sprin through it. You shake it a bit and watch it swirl around. What possessed you to order this? It doesn't taste particularly good, and you knew it wouldn't. How did you even remember the recipes for it when you can't even remember how you got arrested or anything before that? Were you some kind of alcoholic before this? Maybe that's what got you arrested. What kind of bartender has a waxed moustache, anyway? Maybe he was a boxer before he became a tavernkeeper. He's pretty muscular, so it's not unreasonable that he got too old for the boxing lifestyle and opened a tavern. Maybe that was his real dream all along, and he was just in boxing for the money. At least, that's what you hope. It'd be kind of sad if he had to give up boxing because of an injury or something. You watch rain drops slide down the window next to you. Two men get into a fight over a bottle that one of them dropped. They could probably learn a thing or two from the barkeeper. Inside the tavern, the crowd has thinned out a bit. It's quiet; most of the noise is coming from the group of adventurers that got dragged in earlier. They're arguing about pizza and who is and is not going to pay for it. You drain the last of your drink; your throat burns and your vision's getting fuzzy. You ask the bartender for some peanuts and he obliges. It's getting late. What do you do? You can talk to people, by the way. It works the same as in Paradise Lost, where you post questions and they answer and it takes 0 time in game. Statements and such have to be voted on, though. Music Theory fucked around with this message at 20:51 on Jul 24, 2015 |
# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:48 |
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We should probably Escape since that is the name of this CYOA and all.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:50 |
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Stumble out the door The smart thing to do would be to ask some questions and try to understand what's going on. But we're drunk!
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:51 |
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"Bartender, another one of those, please". Keep drinking until someone approaches us. Or until we pass out in a puddle of our own vomit. Whichever comes first, I suppose.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:52 |
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activate cyber kidney augmentation to power filter alcohol.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 20:53 |
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What was the surrounding terrain like when we were outside?
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Ralith posted:What was the surrounding terrain like when we were outside? It's a small town, so mostly buildings and roads and such. The roads are cobblestone and the buildings are mostly made of wood and bricks. The terrain itself is pretty flat, and outside the town are plains and sparse woodland.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 21:28 |
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Time to leave. You put some money on the counter, get up, and go to the door. It's locked. You try to unlock it, but it requires a key. You turn around to go ask the tavernkeeper about it and you're saved the trouble of walking back to the bar because he's right behind you. Music He asks where you're going, to which you reply that you have business to attend to. This is said less eloquently than is represented here due to the beverage you just consumed. The bartender retaliates by asking what business that might be. You curse in your mind. How did he see through your ruse!? You bring out the big guns. What's your business asking my business, you say. Or at least, you kind of say it. That was a pretty hardcore drink. Hey, you made it up, that means you get to name it, right? What do you name the drink? After naming the drink, you find that the tavernkeeper has carried you to a bedroom and left you in it. In retrospect, this might be for the best, since you're not sure you could make it across the street in one try right now. However: screw that, freedom! You can figure out how to use the road after you escape. You check the window: Locked, and on the second floor. The door's locked too. You could try breaking the window somehow, but that might get the ex-boxer proprietor of this fine establishment angry. You could also try lockpicking the door. You mean, come on, you were arrested! That must mean you were a criminal at some point, and therefore you must know how to pick locks. It's basic criminology and that is the soundest logic you can remember performing. Do you try to escape? If so, how? If not, what do you do?
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 22:42 |
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I name it the fro jone imlky orxange Collect every item in the room.
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Nyaa posted:Collect every item in the room. You examine the contents of the room. There's a bed. It looks pretty decent for a tavern bed. A nightstand sits next to it, and on top of that a lantern. Pretty much the only thing you can take is the lantern, unless there's something in the nightstand or you want to take the sheets off of the bed. If you do take the lantern, you'll probably just leave it on the nightstand until you actually leave. You can turn it off to preserve fuel, though.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 22:50 |
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Escape into bed They're treating us pretty well. Let's not be hasty. Maybe in the morning we can work out what's actually going on here.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 22:54 |
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Examine nightstand content
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 22:56 |
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The mix of milk and alcohol has given us both drunk courage as well as strong bones. Break the window and jump to freedom.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 22:58 |
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fro jone imlky orxange!! stevey666 fucked around with this message at 23:21 on Jul 24, 2015 |
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Nyaa posted:Examine nightstand content You find a book with a collection of Norse sagas.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 23:07 |
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stevey666 posted:By break the window and jump, theantro means open the window forcefully and tie bedsheets up or whatever to create a rope we can climb some of the way down and jump and roll after that!! Our drink has given us many things, but the manual dexterity required to make a rope is not one of them.
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Read Norse Sagas. Be inspired by Nordic heroism and its tale of 'worthy men'. Rip shirt off, sing poor imitation of nordic song out loud. Grab Lantern, it's now my Hammer of Iceland Glory. When someone come to inspect the noise, club their head hard. "Invader of mother Iceland has been defeated! We should boast and feast in merry! Come! Toast to my fellow brave man! Pour some oil on bed sheet, start fire, dance and leave to find food.
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 23:17 |
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PLAN NYA
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# ? Jul 24, 2015 23:20 |
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The fro jone imlky orxange has given you courage. The sagas have taught you how to wield it. The lantern is but a tool to be used, and in the right hands - YOUR hands - it will be an instrument of freedom. You imagine a suitable song to go with your escape. Music Yes! You'll defeat the ex-boxer and take his title! None shall stand in your path; the path of freedom! You hammer at the window lock with the lantern, spilling a bit of oil in the process but breaking the lock! You pull the window open just as the barkeeper - your jailor! - opens the door to check out the commotion. You set the bedsheets aflame with the fires of liberty, throw them at the man and leap through the window! Thankfully, you land in a bush. Your drunken endurance protected you! You get up and stumble off towards the road. When you reach it, you're momentarily blinded by a bright light. You close your eyes and wait for it to pass, but it persists. You slowly open your eyes. It's daytime and it's stopped raining. How did that happen? There aren't even any puddles anywhere. Weird. You turn around to look at the tavern… It looks just like it did a moment ago. In fact, it's even raining on the property that it sits on! Through a window you see the barkeeper run to the front door. You prepare to run, but he disappears as soon as he passes through the door! Now, maybe you've had a bit too much to drink, but that seemed too real. You go closer to the tavern to investigate, but you stop when the barkeeper suddenly reappears at the end of the alley you escaped through. You watch him look around in the bushes, and he runs off in the other direction when he doesn't find you. He disappears again when he reaches the other end of the alley. Well, that's weird! What do you do with your newfound freedom?
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Dig trash for survival gear and consumable
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