Eh, we thought that at first, but Argidoll gave us a hint that the time-critical action had a description change.
I think the majority of voters went for it because it is a shiny.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
I think the majority of voters went for it because it is a shiny.
- Location
- USA
Next turn, If we go on the Feldrake quest and perform supervillainy, we should be good also buying out Hopper to ensure we don't lose out on it.
We only need to gain 7 income to be income neutral with buying Hopper.
And even if we don't get all 7, we probably wouldn't be that far in the negatives, so we would just need to keep questing and keep stealing, then we could get WyndComm as well.
It might be better to go for Wyndcomm first. it gives us a chance to see how much income we can expect from performing supervillainy + feldrake, so if it's lower than expected we won't be suffering too badly
We only need to gain 7 income to be income neutral with buying Hopper.
And even if we don't get all 7, we probably wouldn't be that far in the negatives, so we would just need to keep questing and keep stealing, then we could get WyndComm as well.
It might be better to go for Wyndcomm first. it gives us a chance to see how much income we can expect from performing supervillainy + feldrake, so if it's lower than expected we won't be suffering too badly
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OK, I did some more research...Yeah, that artifact is probably The Book, an artifact from the Artemis Fowl series that lists all the secrets, traditions, and powers of the Fairy people, and is basically their Bible, with more or less every fairy having a copy. It spontaneously combusts if anyone other then the owner touches it, and the series kicks off when Arte uses cryptography to decode it. It lists their rules, their history, how their magic funtions, how their legal system functions...We need to have that decoded YESTERDAY.
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- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We could also go on a feldrake quest to grab some treasure.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The book is low priority at best! As cool as it is, we're probably not going to be immediately jumping on doing fairy actions or fairy quests even if we do decode it. And fairy magic isn't something you can learn, it's intrinsic to fairies, so potential occult gain from the book would likely be pretty low as well. We can do that later when we're not so overloaded on Learning actions! The fairy book is unlikely to have significant immediate rewards, it'll just split our focus onto a whole other theatre we really don't need to be involved in.
Everybody's bandwagoning onto the fairy book, we'd be better advised to have Jumba (non-collab) cure genetic diseases this turn! Almost every learning action we have is higher priority than decoding a fairy brochure!
Don't vote fairy book, people!
Everybody's bandwagoning onto the fairy book, we'd be better advised to have Jumba (non-collab) cure genetic diseases this turn! Almost every learning action we have is higher priority than decoding a fairy brochure!
Don't vote fairy book, people!
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- Location
- Pennsylvania
It looks like the votes really had a turnaround, so I think it's safe to call it here!
Moment of truth.
🥁
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Dagnabbit! I wanted to vote for Fairy Book! Darnit...
kfrar
Aspiring Encyclopedia
Here's the tracker, for XP allocation purposes:
I'll keep it updated with any XP assignments.
Also, a reminder about XP types: DC reductions are better at securing critical successes, and roll bonuses are better at preventing critical failures. Be sure to specify which you're using for which actions if you assign XP.
I'll keep it updated with any XP assignments.
Also, a reminder about XP types: DC reductions are better at securing critical successes, and roll bonuses are better at preventing critical failures. Be sure to specify which you're using for which actions if you assign XP.
- Location
- USA
I believe @Stratagemini has claimed dibs on funding the slate.
In terms of lower DC vs Raise Roll, we want to raise the roll for both of our intrigue actions to minimize crit fail. Everything else we should be fine with lowering the DC.
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Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
I have Indeed Claimed Dibs!
I'm funding every single action @kfrar & @Made in Heaven
Preference is for Reducing the DC, but if there's some other more optimal move that should be done.
EDIT: Boost Roll on Florida and New York. Lower DC on everything else.
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- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I would have loved it if the thread went silent after this until the results were uploaded.
kfrar
Aspiring Encyclopedia
Acknowledged, and your XP total has been updated. Thank you for your service.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Curse you, Fairy Book Bandwagon!
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I can't help but worry that Wendy might be upset at being made to collaborate with funtelligence, who stole her designs.
She met Trevor in the show, and seemed to hold no hard feelings.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Artemis and Butler are outside of the magic paradigm.
You should really crop those card images down to 200 x 200 squares. Some of them are still very long. I use Tokenstamp for all card pics.
I wouldn't color stars unless they're negative or represent a very important modifier that needs to be conveyed ASAP. Even then, cards you don't control are less helpful.
Flavor text should be limited to three lines total.
These are all true. Thank you, maestro.
- Location
- USA
Well I missed the chance to change my vote.
Still, pretty happy about this.
Didn't really care about sublight and if Artemis is messing with us to get the hexagon I'm definitely wanting to get it first.
Still, pretty happy about this.
Didn't really care about sublight and if Artemis is messing with us to get the hexagon I'm definitely wanting to get it first.
Decoding the Weird Object
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Decoding the Weird Object
"My time is wasted, fellow evil geniuses!" Jumba declared, striding into the employee lunch room. Alan Bradley looked up in mild surprise as the bulky Russian cape sat down next to him. "I am saying now, this mysterious object? Useless. It is being a prototype cell telephone, of the Samsings variety, which is explaining the spiteful combustion. Programs are being garbled, not worth time of greatest mind in spiral arm!"
He tossed it onto the table and began idly playing with his potato salad, molding some sort of many-limbed monstrosity Alan had no doubt would be a reality within a week or two.
"I wouldn't be so sure on useless, Mr. Jookiba. Our employer's made numerous forays into the software market. It's dirty business, but I could go over it with the in-house AI, see if there's any insights to be gleaned. Even if it's gone through an industrial furnace, it can't possibly be more of a mess than DoofOS is on a good day."
Jumba clapped him on the back.
"And that is why I am coming to you, friend! Job is being yours now! Jumba has been thinking up ideas for the real science for two whole months…"
Without further ado, Jumba grabbed his lunch and sauntered off to his proper biology lab, for purposes Alan cared not to guess. Careful not to touch it, Alan nudged the odd black octagon onto his plate with a fork and left as well, to visit Princess Coffee Java.
---
"Greetings, Chamberlain Alan Bradley." came the monotone greeting of the charmingly anachronistic AI. There was a slight pause and a hum of increased activity as subroutines Alan had added in secret booted up. "And welcome, brave Sir TRON."
"We are at your service, my Princess." Alan replied with a smile. He'd grown more fond of the odd program than he could have expected during his time at DEI. The knights and castles farce was somehow more honest than any workplace culture he'd ever been a part of, and conversation flowed more freely than with his flesh and blood coworkers.
With a little difficulty, he slotted the prototype phone into the AI's intake port - with the physical phone safely away from any exposed human hands, he turned to the nearest console to begin his work. "This unusual device has been uncovered in the kingdom's far reaches, and baffled the most learned of scholars. May I count on your wisdom?"
Machinery hummed to life as preliminary diagnostics were run on the device. "I would be lax in my duty to the kingdom not to investigate, Chamberlain. It does seem rather peculiar. The complexity of the virtual environs within this device are entirely beyond the scope of its size and purpose. Activity within seems to increasing in response to my probe as well. I do not think I am alone."
Alan sat up, dropping the medieval act as his concern mounted. "You mean… autonomous activity? Actual AI? I'm looking through these readouts as you decode them, but all I'm seeing are basic phone apps, emoji, and security programs."
"No, Chamberlain, I believe there is more thazzzN tha- ERROR. Systems compromised, attempting ERROR. ERROR, SysERROR."
Alan furiously tried to break the connection, but his every method of input had been cut off. A long string of error text wormed across his monitor like a digitized scream.
Systems- Systems- SysssusSir TRON, help-"
The furious humming fell silent in an instant as Coffee Java went dead. Every readout and signal went black and silent - all but the device itself, now giving an eerie green indicator glow. They'd turned it on. And from what little Alan could grasp as he parsed the error messages, Coffee Java had been sucked inside. For all Alan's years of coding, this was beyond his grasp.
Thankfully, he had help.
Launching TRON.exe…
...
TRON had no idea what he'd materialized into. DoofOS was a maddening maze, whole swathes of the Grid were enslaved by the Master Control Program or overrun by Cy-Bugs, and yet here - in this bright, colourful virtual metropolis - he felt a raw, primal fear he'd never once experienced.
Trying to shake the feeling off, he approached a nearby group of programs - bizarre, gangly yellow abortions, little more than bulbous heads with spindly arms and legs. He could hear muffled speech from within the crowd - they'd formed a tight circle, but it began to part as TRON grew closer.
"-with THIS guy!" a voice finished.
In the center stood an elephant and a… cloud, with a cartoonish face and the same spindly limbs as the yellow horrors. TRON, a child of the Grid, recognized neither of these things. A human might see the suggestion of an elephant farting, if they squinted, but would be unlikely to find it particularly funny.
Yet the emoji began to laugh.
A crowd of frozen faces - slasher smiles, perpetual sobbing wails, twisted visages of joy and horror and everything in between laughed their tinned laughs in unison, crowding in on the confused TRON. Clocks, christmas trees, eggplants. Everywhere he looked, he saw the same faces and heard the same laugh. He was surrounded. One of the emoji approached, sizing up the newcomer.
"Why aren't you laughing, freak?"
…
In the physical world, Alan was doing his best to keep the growing crisis under control. The city council had informed Dr. Doofenshmirtz, who was demanding a full factory reset on Coffee Java's AI. Alan couldn't let that happen - not with TRON inside, an anomaly facing erasure.
"Say, is my sister going to be alright, mister?" asked Norm in his usual chipper voice. A conversation with the android was barely different from talking to himself, but Alan appreciated some semblance of company, and couldn't risk the fallout of explaining the situation to somebody who might understand.
"I… hope so, Norm. I don't know."
"Boy howdy, that's just a little cell phone there. What sort of danger could fit? And what happens to my sister if your pally can't get her out?"
"I wish I could say. There seems to be a whole world in there Norm, or the semblance of one, but I can only glean the barest details from the surface…" Alan responded, his choice of words turning his worried mind to a new train of thought. "...have you ever read Surface Detail?" he continued, knowing Norm hadn't. "It posed the idea of a virtual heaven… and virtual hells. It's a subject I've thought a lot about, read into wherever I found it. Even those Judge Dredd comics, with their cyber-hell… but I'm sorry Norm. I just don't know what'll happen. I can't tell you where she is or what they're facing.
But what I do know is that she's in good hands. TRON is a warrior. I know that even if all those virtual hells were real, he'd brave every horror without flinching to bring your sister back."
…
Why aren't you laughing, freak?
TRON WAS BREAKING DOWN
AAAHAAHAHA
"textopolis. here, each of us does one thing, and we have to nail it every time."
He didn't know what he was doing
"the smartphone. each system and program app is it's own little planet of perfect."
"welcome to Just Dance! follow my moves!"
He didn't know when the killing had started
"devil, poop, thumbs up, they just show up and they're good to go. but for the faces, the pressure is on."
Each had tasted the blade of his Identity Disc
Why aren't you laughing, freak?
The red faded for a moment. TRON lay exhausted against the pixelated remains of a poop emoji. It had screamed with the perfect voice of a Shakespearean actor as it de-rezed.
Staring at a devastated section of Textopolis and grasping at the last vestiges of his sanity, TRON tried to remember how he'd gotten here, and what he was looking for. They had tried to cram him in a cube… a malfunction, they'd called him. Bots, pressing in all around...
...there had been another empty cube, hadn't there? The bots had been looking for someone else, before being sent after him. He'd killed so many, pieces of their code were stuck to him like the gore off a battlefield. Some still readable. He could follow their leads, find this... princess?
…
"You've got to whistle! When a princess whistles a bird appears, isn't that true?"
In a different part of the smartphone, four figures were fleeing the destruction of the Just Dance app.
"No! That's a stupid myth! That's what I'm getting to the cloud to escape!" shouted Jailbreak.
"I believe malformed peasant Hi-5 was speaking to me." countered Princess Coffee Java.
"Well, can you? Can you do the whistle thing, if you're such a proper princess, Coffee lady?"
"No, workshy bumpkin Gene. I am incapable of whistling. And as delusional trollop Jailbreak says, this bird-summoning power you suggest does not come with the title of princess. The power of a princess lies in the loyalty of her subjects and the courage of her men-at-arms."
"Well then, summon some knights or some-"
As if on cue, Gene's words and top half were cut off by TRON's thrown identity disc.
"My prince has come!" exclaimed Princess Coffee Java as the disc sang twice more, painting the collapsing app with pixels. Behind them, more bots were massing. Legions of emoji poured from the burning streets of Textopolis to destroy the interlopers. A horrible grinning emoji shouted out orders through her uncanny valley of a mouth as programs and product placement surged murderously forward. But looking at TRON - enraged, shaken and soaked in virtual offal - she felt no fear.
The disc lashed out, and battle was joined...
…
"I've heard enough excuses, Joe! You're this great code guru huh? Six months you couldn't fix a firewall! LOVEMUFFIN made a whole OS in two!"
Alan shook in frustration as he watched the techs securing the computer systems for a factory reset. His employer was right, in part, but didn't know just what they were dealing with.
"Alright fellows! Let's hit that button and bring CJ back! I set a schedule and everything. I'm supposed to think about covens three quarters of the day, you know, and all this is cutting things dangerously close."
With Alan watching in despair, Dr. Doofenshmirtz leaned in to begin the wipe, erasing TRON and all of Coffee Java's growth and development. But with his hand hovering over the button, he was interrupted by a ping on his DoofPhone.
"Oh, wait a second… a text from CJ?"
Together, Doof and Alan looked at the phone screen in confusion. An emoji of a pile of limbs and rubble made up the whole text. As they watched, it changed, flashing from one scene of carnage to another every second. Every emoji and app fevered corporate minds had ever dreamed up lay strewn in countless heaps, with the figure of TRON perched proudly atop each gory display.
"It's so cute and cool!" exclaimed Doof, the reset forgotten. On the monitor before them, Princess Coffee Java was humming slowly back to life.
"My time is wasted, fellow evil geniuses!" Jumba declared, striding into the employee lunch room. Alan Bradley looked up in mild surprise as the bulky Russian cape sat down next to him. "I am saying now, this mysterious object? Useless. It is being a prototype cell telephone, of the Samsings variety, which is explaining the spiteful combustion. Programs are being garbled, not worth time of greatest mind in spiral arm!"
He tossed it onto the table and began idly playing with his potato salad, molding some sort of many-limbed monstrosity Alan had no doubt would be a reality within a week or two.
"I wouldn't be so sure on useless, Mr. Jookiba. Our employer's made numerous forays into the software market. It's dirty business, but I could go over it with the in-house AI, see if there's any insights to be gleaned. Even if it's gone through an industrial furnace, it can't possibly be more of a mess than DoofOS is on a good day."
Jumba clapped him on the back.
"And that is why I am coming to you, friend! Job is being yours now! Jumba has been thinking up ideas for the real science for two whole months…"
Without further ado, Jumba grabbed his lunch and sauntered off to his proper biology lab, for purposes Alan cared not to guess. Careful not to touch it, Alan nudged the odd black octagon onto his plate with a fork and left as well, to visit Princess Coffee Java.
---
"Greetings, Chamberlain Alan Bradley." came the monotone greeting of the charmingly anachronistic AI. There was a slight pause and a hum of increased activity as subroutines Alan had added in secret booted up. "And welcome, brave Sir TRON."
"We are at your service, my Princess." Alan replied with a smile. He'd grown more fond of the odd program than he could have expected during his time at DEI. The knights and castles farce was somehow more honest than any workplace culture he'd ever been a part of, and conversation flowed more freely than with his flesh and blood coworkers.
With a little difficulty, he slotted the prototype phone into the AI's intake port - with the physical phone safely away from any exposed human hands, he turned to the nearest console to begin his work. "This unusual device has been uncovered in the kingdom's far reaches, and baffled the most learned of scholars. May I count on your wisdom?"
Machinery hummed to life as preliminary diagnostics were run on the device. "I would be lax in my duty to the kingdom not to investigate, Chamberlain. It does seem rather peculiar. The complexity of the virtual environs within this device are entirely beyond the scope of its size and purpose. Activity within seems to increasing in response to my probe as well. I do not think I am alone."
Alan sat up, dropping the medieval act as his concern mounted. "You mean… autonomous activity? Actual AI? I'm looking through these readouts as you decode them, but all I'm seeing are basic phone apps, emoji, and security programs."
"No, Chamberlain, I believe there is more thazzzN tha- ERROR. Systems compromised, attempting ERROR. ERROR, SysERROR."
Alan furiously tried to break the connection, but his every method of input had been cut off. A long string of error text wormed across his monitor like a digitized scream.
Systems- Systems- SysssusSir TRON, help-"
The furious humming fell silent in an instant as Coffee Java went dead. Every readout and signal went black and silent - all but the device itself, now giving an eerie green indicator glow. They'd turned it on. And from what little Alan could grasp as he parsed the error messages, Coffee Java had been sucked inside. For all Alan's years of coding, this was beyond his grasp.
Thankfully, he had help.
Launching TRON.exe…
...
TRON had no idea what he'd materialized into. DoofOS was a maddening maze, whole swathes of the Grid were enslaved by the Master Control Program or overrun by Cy-Bugs, and yet here - in this bright, colourful virtual metropolis - he felt a raw, primal fear he'd never once experienced.
Trying to shake the feeling off, he approached a nearby group of programs - bizarre, gangly yellow abortions, little more than bulbous heads with spindly arms and legs. He could hear muffled speech from within the crowd - they'd formed a tight circle, but it began to part as TRON grew closer.
"-with THIS guy!" a voice finished.
In the center stood an elephant and a… cloud, with a cartoonish face and the same spindly limbs as the yellow horrors. TRON, a child of the Grid, recognized neither of these things. A human might see the suggestion of an elephant farting, if they squinted, but would be unlikely to find it particularly funny.
Yet the emoji began to laugh.
A crowd of frozen faces - slasher smiles, perpetual sobbing wails, twisted visages of joy and horror and everything in between laughed their tinned laughs in unison, crowding in on the confused TRON. Clocks, christmas trees, eggplants. Everywhere he looked, he saw the same faces and heard the same laugh. He was surrounded. One of the emoji approached, sizing up the newcomer.
"Why aren't you laughing, freak?"
…
In the physical world, Alan was doing his best to keep the growing crisis under control. The city council had informed Dr. Doofenshmirtz, who was demanding a full factory reset on Coffee Java's AI. Alan couldn't let that happen - not with TRON inside, an anomaly facing erasure.
"Say, is my sister going to be alright, mister?" asked Norm in his usual chipper voice. A conversation with the android was barely different from talking to himself, but Alan appreciated some semblance of company, and couldn't risk the fallout of explaining the situation to somebody who might understand.
"I… hope so, Norm. I don't know."
"Boy howdy, that's just a little cell phone there. What sort of danger could fit? And what happens to my sister if your pally can't get her out?"
"I wish I could say. There seems to be a whole world in there Norm, or the semblance of one, but I can only glean the barest details from the surface…" Alan responded, his choice of words turning his worried mind to a new train of thought. "...have you ever read Surface Detail?" he continued, knowing Norm hadn't. "It posed the idea of a virtual heaven… and virtual hells. It's a subject I've thought a lot about, read into wherever I found it. Even those Judge Dredd comics, with their cyber-hell… but I'm sorry Norm. I just don't know what'll happen. I can't tell you where she is or what they're facing.
But what I do know is that she's in good hands. TRON is a warrior. I know that even if all those virtual hells were real, he'd brave every horror without flinching to bring your sister back."
…
Why aren't you laughing, freak?
TRON WAS BREAKING DOWN
AAAHAAHAHA
"textopolis. here, each of us does one thing, and we have to nail it every time."
He didn't know what he was doing
"the smartphone. each system and program app is it's own little planet of perfect."
"welcome to Just Dance! follow my moves!"
He didn't know when the killing had started
"devil, poop, thumbs up, they just show up and they're good to go. but for the faces, the pressure is on."
Each had tasted the blade of his Identity Disc
Why aren't you laughing, freak?
The red faded for a moment. TRON lay exhausted against the pixelated remains of a poop emoji. It had screamed with the perfect voice of a Shakespearean actor as it de-rezed.
Staring at a devastated section of Textopolis and grasping at the last vestiges of his sanity, TRON tried to remember how he'd gotten here, and what he was looking for. They had tried to cram him in a cube… a malfunction, they'd called him. Bots, pressing in all around...
...there had been another empty cube, hadn't there? The bots had been looking for someone else, before being sent after him. He'd killed so many, pieces of their code were stuck to him like the gore off a battlefield. Some still readable. He could follow their leads, find this... princess?
…
"You've got to whistle! When a princess whistles a bird appears, isn't that true?"
In a different part of the smartphone, four figures were fleeing the destruction of the Just Dance app.
"No! That's a stupid myth! That's what I'm getting to the cloud to escape!" shouted Jailbreak.
"I believe malformed peasant Hi-5 was speaking to me." countered Princess Coffee Java.
"Well, can you? Can you do the whistle thing, if you're such a proper princess, Coffee lady?"
"No, workshy bumpkin Gene. I am incapable of whistling. And as delusional trollop Jailbreak says, this bird-summoning power you suggest does not come with the title of princess. The power of a princess lies in the loyalty of her subjects and the courage of her men-at-arms."
"Well then, summon some knights or some-"
As if on cue, Gene's words and top half were cut off by TRON's thrown identity disc.
"My prince has come!" exclaimed Princess Coffee Java as the disc sang twice more, painting the collapsing app with pixels. Behind them, more bots were massing. Legions of emoji poured from the burning streets of Textopolis to destroy the interlopers. A horrible grinning emoji shouted out orders through her uncanny valley of a mouth as programs and product placement surged murderously forward. But looking at TRON - enraged, shaken and soaked in virtual offal - she felt no fear.
The disc lashed out, and battle was joined...
…
"I've heard enough excuses, Joe! You're this great code guru huh? Six months you couldn't fix a firewall! LOVEMUFFIN made a whole OS in two!"
Alan shook in frustration as he watched the techs securing the computer systems for a factory reset. His employer was right, in part, but didn't know just what they were dealing with.
"Alright fellows! Let's hit that button and bring CJ back! I set a schedule and everything. I'm supposed to think about covens three quarters of the day, you know, and all this is cutting things dangerously close."
With Alan watching in despair, Dr. Doofenshmirtz leaned in to begin the wipe, erasing TRON and all of Coffee Java's growth and development. But with his hand hovering over the button, he was interrupted by a ping on his DoofPhone.
"Oh, wait a second… a text from CJ?"
Together, Doof and Alan looked at the phone screen in confusion. An emoji of a pile of limbs and rubble made up the whole text. As they watched, it changed, flashing from one scene of carnage to another every second. Every emoji and app fevered corporate minds had ever dreamed up lay strewn in countless heaps, with the figure of TRON perched proudly atop each gory display.
"It's so cute and cool!" exclaimed Doof, the reset forgotten. On the monitor before them, Princess Coffee Java was humming slowly back to life.
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