Powers Quest (Original/The Gamer) [Sort-of Hiatus]
- Thread starter Zen
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Damn, I was hoping you guys would miss that...
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- 18th Century Victorian England duh
[X] Look up.
This is pretty interesting! And I'm excited to see what kind of yandere this cop will be, and how interested he'll find us, and how often he'll show up. Tom grew on me FAST. I'm also curious about that 'some other guy who looks like us comitting crimes' thing.
This is pretty interesting! And I'm excited to see what kind of yandere this cop will be, and how interested he'll find us, and how often he'll show up. Tom grew on me FAST. I'm also curious about that 'some other guy who looks like us comitting crimes' thing.
[X] Look up.
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- USA
wait... really? I intentionally chose not to vote for it because this isn't what I want to do. But people are always going to notice invisitext because of things likeDamn, I was hoping you guys would miss that...
XenForo Invisitext Handler - Themes and Skins for Sufficientvelocity - userstyles.org
which shows invisitext as a black box that shows text inside as green on black when you hover over it. it requires the following extension to be installed
Stylish
As well as the fact its so commonly used that people without it check for it religiously. I know did until I got that tool. (it was immensely frustrating to do so manually on every post)
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1 point to Luck would be cool.
Nero200
High Priest of Eito, Part Time Nyar.
Wooo!
Luck buffs all around!
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- 18th Century Victorian England duh
Hang on a tic, if we hadn't picked the Lucky trait would we have had only 1 in LUK?
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I've been away for about a year, we didn't have that script back then (Nero told me about it only after this update), and considering the amount of invisitext people have missed in my posts on Magical Advisor Quest, obviously a lot of people didn't used to check.
I won't bother with it now though, since people are apparently cheats these days.
Booo!No, you'd have had 0. 0 is totally average for Luck. -1 would tend towards bad luck, +1 tends toward good.
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It was a tough vote, but I gotta call it for look up.
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What, he's just letting you go? Is that even leg-
Wait.
Something - a faint sense of being watched - pulls you to turn slightly, looking upwards at one of the buildings aside the alley you just emerged from. Three storeys up, peering down from the corner of the flat roof is - that powered you saw before, wearing a tight, all-black costume, head to toe. And why the hell are they staring right down at you?
You stare back.
They keep staring.
You lift your hand up slightly and wave at them. "Yo."
In an instant, they're up and moving, backwards and out of sight, leaving you alone with Officer Gunn, the weirdo, now looking strangely thoughtful. "Interesting company you keep, there."
"Not really a friend," you smile ever-so-politely, edging away. "Well, I have places to be, people to see, places to not rob, all good, gotta go, nice meeting you, bye."
"What?"
"So long, fuzz!" you finish, picking up the speed and hurtling onwards, towards your friendly neighbourhood witch-doctor, abandoning sight of the strangest cop you've ever had the misfortune of running into.
___
Before you knock, you take a moment to square your shoulder and pat down your hair. The witch-doctor - okay, technically she's some kind of healing mage thing, but who cares - is preeeetty reclusive, but still well-known. Your only concern is what she's gonna demand in payment but... it's just a check-up, right? Besides, whatever's happening to you seems fairly useful so far, not dangerous.
And apparently she's an asshole, so there's that to deal with.
You knock. Barely a second later (how the hell...?) the door open, a woman's face peering out. A thick scowl is accented by dark bags under her furious eyes, and you get the impression you maaaay not have come at the best time.
"Get on with it," she snaps.
You try not to flinch back. "Do you do check-ups?" Maybe you sound a little apologetic.
The scowl deepens, but the door opens further; she's wearing a long, baggy dress, ropes of beads strung from around her neck in a way that's vaguely hippy-like. "Check-up? Are you shitting me?"
Uh. "No?"
"You want me. A fully qualified Mage of the Corpsebreakers, to give you a check-up?"
Huh. "Maybe I have the wrong address. I'm looking for the local witch-do-"
"That's me." She crosses her arms, kicking the door open further still and stepping aside. "Get your ass in, bitch, I'll rummage around in you as much as you want - if you can pay for it."
[ ] Step into the spider's lair, little fly
[ ] Nopenopenope
[ ] Write-in
Wait.
Something - a faint sense of being watched - pulls you to turn slightly, looking upwards at one of the buildings aside the alley you just emerged from. Three storeys up, peering down from the corner of the flat roof is - that powered you saw before, wearing a tight, all-black costume, head to toe. And why the hell are they staring right down at you?
You stare back.
They keep staring.
You lift your hand up slightly and wave at them. "Yo."
In an instant, they're up and moving, backwards and out of sight, leaving you alone with Officer Gunn, the weirdo, now looking strangely thoughtful. "Interesting company you keep, there."
"Not really a friend," you smile ever-so-politely, edging away. "Well, I have places to be, people to see, places to not rob, all good, gotta go, nice meeting you, bye."
"What?"
"So long, fuzz!" you finish, picking up the speed and hurtling onwards, towards your friendly neighbourhood witch-doctor, abandoning sight of the strangest cop you've ever had the misfortune of running into.
___
Before you knock, you take a moment to square your shoulder and pat down your hair. The witch-doctor - okay, technically she's some kind of healing mage thing, but who cares - is preeeetty reclusive, but still well-known. Your only concern is what she's gonna demand in payment but... it's just a check-up, right? Besides, whatever's happening to you seems fairly useful so far, not dangerous.
And apparently she's an asshole, so there's that to deal with.
You knock. Barely a second later (how the hell...?) the door open, a woman's face peering out. A thick scowl is accented by dark bags under her furious eyes, and you get the impression you maaaay not have come at the best time.
"Get on with it," she snaps.
You try not to flinch back. "Do you do check-ups?" Maybe you sound a little apologetic.
The scowl deepens, but the door opens further; she's wearing a long, baggy dress, ropes of beads strung from around her neck in a way that's vaguely hippy-like. "Check-up? Are you shitting me?"
Uh. "No?"
"You want me. A fully qualified Mage of the Corpsebreakers, to give you a check-up?"
Huh. "Maybe I have the wrong address. I'm looking for the local witch-do-"
"That's me." She crosses her arms, kicking the door open further still and stepping aside. "Get your ass in, bitch, I'll rummage around in you as much as you want - if you can pay for it."
Hm. That's... not good.
[ ] Step into the spider's lair, little fly
[ ] Nopenopenope
[ ] Write-in
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[X] Step into the spider's lair, little fly
-[X] Check for traps. And make sure that the door stays unlocked. You've seen how these things go in movies, after all.
-[X] Don't make it obvious that you're ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.
-[X] Smiiile. Be friendly. You don't want the crazy witch-doctor to take offense, do you?
-[X] Check for traps. And make sure that the door stays unlocked. You've seen how these things go in movies, after all.
-[X] Don't make it obvious that you're ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.
-[X] Smiiile. Be friendly. You don't want the crazy witch-doctor to take offense, do you?
Nero200
High Priest of Eito, Part Time Nyar.
[X] Nopenopenope
-[X] "Sorry, as attractive as you are (Roll Bluff!), I'm not really into that kinda thing."
-[X] Skedaddle like there is a possible necrophiliac behind you!
-[X] While screaming like a 5 year old girl.
Accuse everyone who sets off the danger sense of being a sexual deviant.
This will only end well.
Troll mode, online~
-[X] "Sorry, as attractive as you are (Roll Bluff!), I'm not really into that kinda thing."
-[X] Skedaddle like there is a possible necrophiliac behind you!
-[X] While screaming like a 5 year old girl.
Accuse everyone who sets off the danger sense of being a sexual deviant.
This will only end well.
Troll mode, online~
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She can discover our Gamer abilities and drug us on the fly, selling us to the highest bidder afterwards. Then we'll find ourselves in a research facility, strapped to the table and in constant agony to torture our deepest secrets out of us, right until they realize we don't know anything and have an unknown means of protecting our mind and retaining our sanity. Then we get transferred to an even more secure place, where they'll acquire the services of a being that can actually crack our mind defense. Perhaps a divinity? Fast forward to where we're a forever evolving brainwashed slave happy to do the bidding of our masters.
No biggie.
[X] Step into the spider's lair, little fly
She seems friendly.
She seems friendly.
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- USA
if you are gonna nopenopenope at least scream like a little girl while running away.
Nero200
High Priest of Eito, Part Time Nyar.
Good point, fixed.