Love Crafted
- Thread starter RavensDagger
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- USA
[X] The Bapping shall continue until Mortals improve
All of my yes.
And when they start being polite:
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
All of my yes.
And when they start being polite:
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
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Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
- Location
- USA
I'm voting for what he said. Shorter than writing it all out.
I've seen it done in other quests.
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
I...don't know if it works like that.
And you don't have to write things out; you can copy-paste things.
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
[X] They seem to have a great deal of ego... sorta like gods, come to think of it. Explain to them that it isn't going to work on you, you've eaten plenty of gods as it is and it won't work any more on you this time than all the other times.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Bapping shall continue until Mortals improve
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
- Location
- Germany
That only works if you use a tallying program. But because this quest is on three different websites, our author tallys by hand. That means that your way of voting will trip him up and require that he goes back to the other person to see what you want. Please don't make things more difficult than they need to be.
- Location
- Singapore
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Bapping shall continue until Mortals improve
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
[X] Go report your success to Abigail and your other friends
[X] Return the experimented-on Inquisitors in exchange for stuff (like food and diplomatic immunity)
[X] Go report your success to Abigail and your other friends
executed
[X] The Bapping shall continue until Mortals improve
[X] Let them know that you will escalate to a Spray Bottle if necessary.
[X] The Bapping shall continue until Mortals improve
[X] Let them know that you will escalate to a Spray Bottle if necessary.
[X] Let them know that you will escalate to a Spray Bottle if necessary.
Chapter Seventy-Nine
RavensDagger
Officially Infracted Speceist since 2019!
- Location
- Someplace Cold, Canada
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Once, Abigail explained to you how mass production worked.
It was very simple.
Mortals, because they were so lame (Other than Abigail, of course) couldn't just make stuff become more stuff. They had to deal with things being a finite resource. When they burned wood, they only got ashes and smoke to show for it, and they weren't clever enough to make time go backwards so that it turned back into wood.
Still, they had some smart ideas about making lots of similar things. All they had to do was figure out each step needed to make a thing, then they would repeat the step over and over on something that wasn't complete yet.
Then, when they had all their incomplete stuff, they would go to the next step and repeat that one over and over on each incomplete thing.
In the end, it took way less time to make a bunch of stuff all at once than it did to make each thing individually.
That's why you, being very clever and attentive when you felt like it, lined up all of the annoying Inquisition people in a straight line, each one held in place by a few friendly tentacles.
"You can't do this!" some said.
"We'll have you executed!" others said.
The big important one, who wasn't so big or important now that he was on his knees and his hat was on your head, was screaming loudest of all.
You ignore all of their noises and get ready to begin your mass production of less rude people.
First, you extended the newspaper of bapping off to one side, held at the end of an extended arm. Then you line it up with the head of the first inquisitor in the long row that loops around the room in a big circle.
You're ready.
Your little legs take off with a mighty thump-thump of your bare feet on the wooden floor.
The newspaper bapped the first inquisitor on the side of the head, then as you moved forwards it smacked into the second, then the third. The faster you run, the faster the bapping.
There are screams of pain and torment and embarrassment as you sprint across the room, their noises only drowned out by the smack smack smack of the newspaper of bapping doing its work.
You come back to where you started and pause to pant a bit. That was a lot of running! "Did you learn your lesson?" you ask.
"You think you can intimidate us with that? We will return unto you all hard you cause tenfold!" Mister Lord Shooksword screams. There's spittle and everything.
You sigh and start running again. It's kind of fun because you need to wave your arm up and down so that the newspaper of bapping hits each Inquisitor right in the face. Maybe you should have lined them up by height?
No, no this is more fun. No one said that revenge shouldn't be enjoyable.
"Whoosh!" you say as you beat your arms in the air like a bird, the newspaper of bapping still going smack smack with every bouncing step you take.
Some of the mean inquisitor people start crying, others try even harder to break out of the grasp of your tentacles, but it's to no avail.
This time you go around twice before stopping to breath hard and grin at your hard word. "Did you learn your lesson?" you ask.
They reply with a bunch of sniffling and some moans. Maybe next time you'll run the other way around to make the red smack-marks on their faces match.
"You--you can't do this," Mister Lord Shooksword says. He looks most pitiful of them all.
You walk over to him, tower of hats wobbling proudly above you as you stop in front of him. "Will you hurt Abigail?" you ask.
"She, she violated--"
Smack goes the newspaper of bapping.
"Will you hurt Abigail?" You asked again, this time while waving the paper under his nose.
"We can't allo--" he stops to flinch when you raise the paper for another bap. "We-we." He swallows. "We could come to a compromise?"
"What sort?" I asked.
"If she unsummons you, we'll promise not to hurt her?"
You bap him again. "No. That's a stupid idea. Stop being stupid, it annoys me."
"But, but it's our duty, our job!" he says.
You smack him on the forehead. "Get another job! This is not hard. Abigail does shopkeeping stuff, you could do that instead of annoying everyone that comes from places where you can't go because you're all squishy and weak."
He starts crying, and you wonder if maybe you failed to be polite at some point.
"Please get another job?" you try.
Much better! If Abigail were here she would certainly be patting your head and cuddling you into her chest.
How long has it been since you were last with your Abigail? She's probably all worried and sad because you're not there to give her a place to rest her hands, such as atop your head.
At least she has Daphne for cuddles and Charlotte for distractions.
Your eyes narrow. You're really tired of all of these inquisition people.
"Look. I'll make it easy." A rip opens up above the table in the middle of the room and disgorges a pile of naked inquisitors. "You can have all of these, and in exchange, you stop bugging me and Abigail. If you don't stop, then I eat you. Okay?"
Mister Lord Shooksword doesn't look like he wants to agree.
You raise the newspapper of bapping.
"You win! You win! We'll surrender!"
Victory!
Thanks to your incredible diplomatic skills and your polite nature, you won the day.
***
[] Tell Abigail about your victory
[] Make up for lost cuddles
[] Announce your victory over the inquisition to the whole world.
[] Write in...
Once, Abigail explained to you how mass production worked.
It was very simple.
Mortals, because they were so lame (Other than Abigail, of course) couldn't just make stuff become more stuff. They had to deal with things being a finite resource. When they burned wood, they only got ashes and smoke to show for it, and they weren't clever enough to make time go backwards so that it turned back into wood.
Still, they had some smart ideas about making lots of similar things. All they had to do was figure out each step needed to make a thing, then they would repeat the step over and over on something that wasn't complete yet.
Then, when they had all their incomplete stuff, they would go to the next step and repeat that one over and over on each incomplete thing.
In the end, it took way less time to make a bunch of stuff all at once than it did to make each thing individually.
That's why you, being very clever and attentive when you felt like it, lined up all of the annoying Inquisition people in a straight line, each one held in place by a few friendly tentacles.
"You can't do this!" some said.
"We'll have you executed!" others said.
The big important one, who wasn't so big or important now that he was on his knees and his hat was on your head, was screaming loudest of all.
You ignore all of their noises and get ready to begin your mass production of less rude people.
First, you extended the newspaper of bapping off to one side, held at the end of an extended arm. Then you line it up with the head of the first inquisitor in the long row that loops around the room in a big circle.
You're ready.
Your little legs take off with a mighty thump-thump of your bare feet on the wooden floor.
The newspaper bapped the first inquisitor on the side of the head, then as you moved forwards it smacked into the second, then the third. The faster you run, the faster the bapping.
There are screams of pain and torment and embarrassment as you sprint across the room, their noises only drowned out by the smack smack smack of the newspaper of bapping doing its work.
You come back to where you started and pause to pant a bit. That was a lot of running! "Did you learn your lesson?" you ask.
"You think you can intimidate us with that? We will return unto you all hard you cause tenfold!" Mister Lord Shooksword screams. There's spittle and everything.
You sigh and start running again. It's kind of fun because you need to wave your arm up and down so that the newspaper of bapping hits each Inquisitor right in the face. Maybe you should have lined them up by height?
No, no this is more fun. No one said that revenge shouldn't be enjoyable.
"Whoosh!" you say as you beat your arms in the air like a bird, the newspaper of bapping still going smack smack with every bouncing step you take.
Some of the mean inquisitor people start crying, others try even harder to break out of the grasp of your tentacles, but it's to no avail.
This time you go around twice before stopping to breath hard and grin at your hard word. "Did you learn your lesson?" you ask.
They reply with a bunch of sniffling and some moans. Maybe next time you'll run the other way around to make the red smack-marks on their faces match.
"You--you can't do this," Mister Lord Shooksword says. He looks most pitiful of them all.
You walk over to him, tower of hats wobbling proudly above you as you stop in front of him. "Will you hurt Abigail?" you ask.
"She, she violated--"
Smack goes the newspaper of bapping.
"Will you hurt Abigail?" You asked again, this time while waving the paper under his nose.
"We can't allo--" he stops to flinch when you raise the paper for another bap. "We-we." He swallows. "We could come to a compromise?"
"What sort?" I asked.
"If she unsummons you, we'll promise not to hurt her?"
You bap him again. "No. That's a stupid idea. Stop being stupid, it annoys me."
"But, but it's our duty, our job!" he says.
You smack him on the forehead. "Get another job! This is not hard. Abigail does shopkeeping stuff, you could do that instead of annoying everyone that comes from places where you can't go because you're all squishy and weak."
He starts crying, and you wonder if maybe you failed to be polite at some point.
"Please get another job?" you try.
Much better! If Abigail were here she would certainly be patting your head and cuddling you into her chest.
How long has it been since you were last with your Abigail? She's probably all worried and sad because you're not there to give her a place to rest her hands, such as atop your head.
At least she has Daphne for cuddles and Charlotte for distractions.
Your eyes narrow. You're really tired of all of these inquisition people.
"Look. I'll make it easy." A rip opens up above the table in the middle of the room and disgorges a pile of naked inquisitors. "You can have all of these, and in exchange, you stop bugging me and Abigail. If you don't stop, then I eat you. Okay?"
Mister Lord Shooksword doesn't look like he wants to agree.
You raise the newspapper of bapping.
"You win! You win! We'll surrender!"
Victory!
Thanks to your incredible diplomatic skills and your polite nature, you won the day.
***
[] Tell Abigail about your victory
[] Make up for lost cuddles
[] Announce your victory over the inquisition to the whole world.
[] Write in...
[X] Tell Abigail about your victory
I just want to see reactions of other reacting to Dreamer telling others what she did to the inquisition. While announcing said victory was too tempting to pass up and making up for lost cuddles seem more in line with Dreamer mindset I just had to go with this.
I just want to see reactions of other reacting to Dreamer telling others what she did to the inquisition. While announcing said victory was too tempting to pass up and making up for lost cuddles seem more in line with Dreamer mindset I just had to go with this.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Announce your victory over the inquisition to the whole world.
-[X] Build a gargantuan statue to tower over the city, reaching to the sky; a statue of Abigail giving you headpats. To either side of Abigail are Daphne and Charlotte, slightly smaller, her right and left hands. The statue is also a building, so Abigail can have a penthouse suite that looks down on everyone else.
-[X] Build a gargantuan statue to tower over the city, reaching to the sky; a statue of Abigail giving you headpats. To either side of Abigail are Daphne and Charlotte, slightly smaller, her right and left hands. The statue is also a building, so Abigail can have a penthouse suite that looks down on everyone else.
- Location
- USA
[x] Make up for lost cuddles
[x] Announce your victory over the inquisition to the whole world.
[x] Announce your victory over the inquisition to the whole world.
PreytorFenix
(Verified US Army)
- Location
- Ft Hood, TX
[X] Tell Abigail about your victory