- Location
- America
So do I, but not enough people want to shoot.
Extra Hero Quest [Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari]
- Thread starter shibosho
- Start date
shibosho
The Face of Procrastination
- Location
- The Land of Oz
Your nose is itchy. Really itchy. The muzzle mask thing on your face is itchy.
You must scratch but you have no hands. Except that you do, hands that are currently strapped across your chest thanks to the unholy powers of the jacket! Curse the devilish fiend who has trapped you within this prison of soft cushy walls and white. White like the wedding dress you're going to wear when because it would look really cool splattered with blood when your would-be husband get murdered and you go on a killing spree for TRUE LOVE...and VENGEANCE!
....
You're hungry and it's still really stupid long minutes away from food time. You'd eat the wall but they taste terrible. Blah. What do think you should eat? Maybe the fairies?
"Teehee! you can't eat us silly, we're not real and fairy dust is bad for your liver!" Says the lead fairy in her polka dot dress of ashes and flowers. The other fairies laugh, their livers glowing where they hide in their tiny nubile bodies. Curses, fairy dust is tasty but makes you do weird things like leaving the toilet seat up when you're done doing stuff. Stupid edible but drug filled fairies.
.....
You hate drugs. They try and make you eat several of them everyday. You just hide them and give them to the other athletes who takes drugs all the time. Steroids are bad and they make you win at running and then lose at life and more running. You're a good girl who listens to her mum so you don't do drugs.
.....
The voices are back and they speak of weapons.
....
Gun? What's a gun? And why should you be ready to steel thy shovel?
....
A gun is a weapon that works by propelling a small slug of solid material via a tiny explosion within a firing chamber.
Okay, so gun is a slingshot that uses explosions instead of elastic bands. The fairies are singing and Mister Purple has come to visit!
"Hello, milady! Care to join me for tea?" The giant purple furry dinosaur thing with a top hat and monocle asks.
Of course you will! This is your imagination. Anything is possible when you're a ninja and not a pirate. You're on an invisible tiny pony.
...
The voices are gone. The fairies are gone. Mister Purple is gone. You're alone again. Alone in a large white padded room that your former friends and family put you in for your own good. It was only one time and it was just to get the necessary material for your artwork. It just so hard to make the proper colours from just mixing especially I call when there's a good supply of the right hue of red in your body and everyone else's.
You hate this place. They don't let you paint. It's too white. If you could, you'd paint the walls red. Red is a really nice colour. Blood is your favourite red. So lively yet so dark at the same time, what a paradox.
....
This strait jacket is on too tight. Stupid nurses and their tendency to gang up on you to put the stupid jacket on. Life is so unfair sometimes.
Right now you'd do anything for a paintbrush and some paints or alternatively a knife so you could cut yourself out of this stupid jacket.
"Anything?"
Yes mysterious voice that you never heard of before but willing to hear out. Now speak mysterious voice for you are queen of the castle and will not tolerate such tardiness.
"Will you do your best to save a world from ruination if set free?"
Yes yes yes. Easy peasy, how hard can saving the world be? It be where all your stuff is anyway so why wouldn't you?
"Not your world but a different world."
Oh. Another world is fine too. You can keep new stuff there instead.
"Then it's settled. Good luck Hero of the knife. You'll need it."
Haha, joke's on the mysterious voice, you don't believe luck. It's an intangible concept that people give to events that happen by coincidence and believe it happened due to some intangible attribute that's impossible to measure except those guessing via how many good or bad things that happens.
And your arms are free. Sweet sweet unrestrained freedom! You can do the boogie, play patty cakes, play the piano and all kinds of stuff that requires handy hands! Hurrah for mysterious voices!
Huh, what's that in the soft padded ground?
My god, is that what you think it?
It is! It's a knife!
Now you can get paint and change the colour of the walls and get rid of this stupid muzzle mask thing so you can stretch your nose! Cut cut saw saw and it's off.
You smell that? It the sweet smell of Freedom and an itch being scratched.
Now for the wall-
Woah.
What happened?
You're no longer in a white bright room that is soft and empty. You are now in the opposite of that room - a grey dark room that is hard and full of people that are not you. Your imagination is so uncreative sometimes. Or maybe the knife had a bug and instead of stabbing things, it sent you to another world. In your head. A dream within a dream within a matrix.
Maybe you should make sure the knife is still working and stab the long hair pretty boy that has his hand out to help you off the floor.
Or maybe you should lie down and wait for God, the game master to fix reality so that you're back in the padded room with a knife in hand.
Or hey, that guy has a shield! Like Captain America! Is he a hero? You heard somewhere that heroes like hugs. Ergo, you should hug a hero who wants to be like Captain America! Wait that's like double Hero! Then you should double hug him then! Or stab him. His blood should look really nice on this nice and you could make a flower pattern on your nice white broken strait jacket with the blood that you would get from stabbing him. Heroic blood flower for the win!
....
Seriously though, your headache is making a mess of things and you don't where you are which is pretty normal for you. The people here are talking too much and making your headache worse so what should you do?
[ ] Stab the pretty boy and use his blood to make pretty flower patterns with his blood.
[ ] Hug/stab the crappy Captain America cosplayer. He forgot the spandex, mask, and wrong shape for the shield! He must be feeling really silly so make him feel better.
[ ] Sit down. lie on the ground. Assume fatal position. Suck on thumb until Reality is fixed and you're back in the correct place.
[ ] Tell everyone to shut the fuck up. You need some aspirin.
[ ] write-in
You must scratch but you have no hands. Except that you do, hands that are currently strapped across your chest thanks to the unholy powers of the jacket! Curse the devilish fiend who has trapped you within this prison of soft cushy walls and white. White like the wedding dress you're going to wear when because it would look really cool splattered with blood when your would-be husband get murdered and you go on a killing spree for TRUE LOVE...and VENGEANCE!
....
You're hungry and it's still really stupid long minutes away from food time. You'd eat the wall but they taste terrible. Blah. What do think you should eat? Maybe the fairies?
"Teehee! you can't eat us silly, we're not real and fairy dust is bad for your liver!" Says the lead fairy in her polka dot dress of ashes and flowers. The other fairies laugh, their livers glowing where they hide in their tiny nubile bodies. Curses, fairy dust is tasty but makes you do weird things like leaving the toilet seat up when you're done doing stuff. Stupid edible but drug filled fairies.
.....
You hate drugs. They try and make you eat several of them everyday. You just hide them and give them to the other athletes who takes drugs all the time. Steroids are bad and they make you win at running and then lose at life and more running. You're a good girl who listens to her mum so you don't do drugs.
.....
The voices are back and they speak of weapons.
....
Gun? What's a gun? And why should you be ready to steel thy shovel?
....
A gun is a weapon that works by propelling a small slug of solid material via a tiny explosion within a firing chamber.
Okay, so gun is a slingshot that uses explosions instead of elastic bands. The fairies are singing and Mister Purple has come to visit!
"Hello, milady! Care to join me for tea?" The giant purple furry dinosaur thing with a top hat and monocle asks.
Of course you will! This is your imagination. Anything is possible when you're a ninja and not a pirate. You're on an invisible tiny pony.
...
The voices are gone. The fairies are gone. Mister Purple is gone. You're alone again. Alone in a large white padded room that your former friends and family put you in for your own good. It was only one time and it was just to get the necessary material for your artwork. It just so hard to make the proper colours from just mixing especially I call when there's a good supply of the right hue of red in your body and everyone else's.
You hate this place. They don't let you paint. It's too white. If you could, you'd paint the walls red. Red is a really nice colour. Blood is your favourite red. So lively yet so dark at the same time, what a paradox.
....
This strait jacket is on too tight. Stupid nurses and their tendency to gang up on you to put the stupid jacket on. Life is so unfair sometimes.
Right now you'd do anything for a paintbrush and some paints or alternatively a knife so you could cut yourself out of this stupid jacket.
"Anything?"
Yes mysterious voice that you never heard of before but willing to hear out. Now speak mysterious voice for you are queen of the castle and will not tolerate such tardiness.
"Will you do your best to save a world from ruination if set free?"
Yes yes yes. Easy peasy, how hard can saving the world be? It be where all your stuff is anyway so why wouldn't you?
"Not your world but a different world."
Oh. Another world is fine too. You can keep new stuff there instead.
"Then it's settled. Good luck Hero of the knife. You'll need it."
Haha, joke's on the mysterious voice, you don't believe luck. It's an intangible concept that people give to events that happen by coincidence and believe it happened due to some intangible attribute that's impossible to measure except those guessing via how many good or bad things that happens.
And your arms are free. Sweet sweet unrestrained freedom! You can do the boogie, play patty cakes, play the piano and all kinds of stuff that requires handy hands! Hurrah for mysterious voices!
Huh, what's that in the soft padded ground?
My god, is that what you think it?
It is! It's a knife!
Now you can get paint and change the colour of the walls and get rid of this stupid muzzle mask thing so you can stretch your nose! Cut cut saw saw and it's off.
You smell that? It the sweet smell of Freedom and an itch being scratched.
Now for the wall-
Woah.
What happened?
You're no longer in a white bright room that is soft and empty. You are now in the opposite of that room - a grey dark room that is hard and full of people that are not you. Your imagination is so uncreative sometimes. Or maybe the knife had a bug and instead of stabbing things, it sent you to another world. In your head. A dream within a dream within a matrix.
Maybe you should make sure the knife is still working and stab the long hair pretty boy that has his hand out to help you off the floor.
Or maybe you should lie down and wait for God, the game master to fix reality so that you're back in the padded room with a knife in hand.
Or hey, that guy has a shield! Like Captain America! Is he a hero? You heard somewhere that heroes like hugs. Ergo, you should hug a hero who wants to be like Captain America! Wait that's like double Hero! Then you should double hug him then! Or stab him. His blood should look really nice on this nice and you could make a flower pattern on your nice white broken strait jacket with the blood that you would get from stabbing him. Heroic blood flower for the win!
....
Seriously though, your headache is making a mess of things and you don't where you are which is pretty normal for you. The people here are talking too much and making your headache worse so what should you do?
[ ] Stab the pretty boy and use his blood to make pretty flower patterns with his blood.
[ ] Hug/stab the crappy Captain America cosplayer. He forgot the spandex, mask, and wrong shape for the shield! He must be feeling really silly so make him feel better.
[ ] Sit down. lie on the ground. Assume fatal position. Suck on thumb until Reality is fixed and you're back in the correct place.
[ ] Tell everyone to shut the fuck up. You need some aspirin.
[ ] write-in
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A Nation's Virtue
南國山河南帝居
[X] Tell everyone to shut the fuck up. You need some aspirin.
Gun hero REALLY might have been a better choice.
Gun hero REALLY might have been a better choice.
A Nation's Virtue
南國山河南帝居
If you want Shovel hero, might as well go to SB.
Shintouyu
A Wandering Soul
Are SV's and SB's account cross-compatible? Bit too lazy to make a new account just to participate in a Quest.
A Nation's Virtue
南國山河南帝居
Nope. Although SV is a splinter forum of SB, you'll see a lot of the same names.
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trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
[X] Tell everyone to shut the fuck up. You need some aspirin.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[X] Tell everyone to shut the fuck up. You need some aspirin.
CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
I LOVE THIS WOMAN
[x] Kiss the pretty boy.
-[x] Without painting. We can do that later.
It's like a lobotomized Sarah! Except, ya know, with knives.
[x] Kiss the pretty boy.
-[x] Without painting. We can do that later.
It's like a lobotomized Sarah! Except, ya know, with knives.
shibosho
The Face of Procrastination
- Location
- The Land of Oz
Okay, head's up. I've got 24 hours to properly write the correct Javadoc for a bunch of codes. So I may or may not update today. Wish me luck! If you want, you guys can argue over what our character looks like along with name.
Name
[ ] Write in
Appearance
[ ] Write in
Name
[ ] Write in
Appearance
[ ] Write in
A Nation's Virtue
南國山河南帝居
[X] Amano Yuuno
[X]
[X]
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[X] Zan Hewer [roughly means "cutting clown"]
[X]
[X]
