Demigods don't get Freepoints.
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overturns box full of extensive demigod planning on table, disappears into a flurry of papers muttering 'THE PLANS, THE PLANS ARE FOILED'
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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W HAT
overturns box full of extensive demigod planning on table, disappears into a flurry of papers muttering 'THE PLANS, THE PLANS ARE FOILED'
It feels like a technicality to work around, so I wouldn't waste points on it that you could be using to do something much cooler. A free point for two enchanted earrings or something that interpret any language, bam.
@Scarifar In an incredible display of irony, I actually forgot about him right after Jvan said she wouldn't forget about him.
Later on I remembered, and the angel that was turned into the Plumes of the bludgeons carried one of his rings, which is now Violet's. Other than that, nope. My only plan for the Valley of Peace right now involves Flux and Yulosi.
Later on I remembered, and the angel that was turned into the Plumes of the bludgeons carried one of his rings, which is now Violet's. Other than that, nope. My only plan for the Valley of Peace right now involves Flux and Yulosi.
3) Increasingly wild charades
Alas, my exams just started.
*lights blunt*
I just wrote about lab rats being martyrs of rodent suffering for Philosophy.
*stares into distance*
*lights blunt*
I just wrote about lab rats being martyrs of rodent suffering for Philosophy.
*stares into distance*
"Yeah, I know," said Giggles softly when Marco explained his situation. The words didn't have much substance, but there was sympathy in his voice. Marco's colourful explosives drew a sharply skeptical squint, though. "Mmmm-mm. Squeeze twice for explosion on impact, huh?" Giggles did so, then abruptly pitched the ball into the corner.
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"Ohhh," said Giggles, gazing at the ball with sincere respect. It hadn't left his hand. "You flinched. Three seconds to disarm, got it." The inert weapon was put back on the table. It fit right in with the rest of the trash, perfectly innocuous. "Careful who you palm off bombs to, man. Sorry for doubting."
Giggles dragged his arm over the table, sweeping the odds and ends back into his bag. All but the Valentine bombs, which were in his palm again. Sometimes customs didn't expect sleight of hand. "Hey, I'm not gonna take these from you until we slam out an actual deal. No offense, but your head seems a little fuzzy right now. I get it."
And Giggles had good reason to believe that he did, really, get it. He'd been playing a certain game his whole life, and he knew baby steps when he saw them. Of all the people the gunsmith could have found hustling in a bar... Well, funny accidents sometimes happened to Giggles, and he had a feeling Marco Valentine was one of them.
He side-eyed the man with the riot control dog as the intercom blared again. "...Let's take this outside. Legal or not, I'd rather not talk realshit where drunk people can hear." Giggles snapped his fingers once at Borulama, once at Diana. "You, you. Make money happen. And don't forget to tip the middleman."
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"Ohhh," said Giggles, gazing at the ball with sincere respect. It hadn't left his hand. "You flinched. Three seconds to disarm, got it." The inert weapon was put back on the table. It fit right in with the rest of the trash, perfectly innocuous. "Careful who you palm off bombs to, man. Sorry for doubting."
Giggles dragged his arm over the table, sweeping the odds and ends back into his bag. All but the Valentine bombs, which were in his palm again. Sometimes customs didn't expect sleight of hand. "Hey, I'm not gonna take these from you until we slam out an actual deal. No offense, but your head seems a little fuzzy right now. I get it."
And Giggles had good reason to believe that he did, really, get it. He'd been playing a certain game his whole life, and he knew baby steps when he saw them. Of all the people the gunsmith could have found hustling in a bar... Well, funny accidents sometimes happened to Giggles, and he had a feeling Marco Valentine was one of them.
He side-eyed the man with the riot control dog as the intercom blared again. "...Let's take this outside. Legal or not, I'd rather not talk realshit where drunk people can hear." Giggles snapped his fingers once at Borulama, once at Diana. "You, you. Make money happen. And don't forget to tip the middleman."
*scribbles 'dialogue and mutual understanding of goals is critical to collaborative storytelling' on a piece of card*
*holds up sign*
Anyway, we're getting a reasonable number of people now so I'm gonna have Giggles bail from this tired-ass 'meet in a bar' trope so we can separate the conversations and have a clearer post order.
ed: So Giggles has a little sleight of hand up his sleeve and has pegged Marco for a potential anarchist.
also settling on a text colour is hard
*holds up sign*
Anyway, we're getting a reasonable number of people now so I'm gonna have Giggles bail from this tired-ass 'meet in a bar' trope so we can separate the conversations and have a clearer post order.
ed: So Giggles has a little sleight of hand up his sleeve and has pegged Marco for a potential anarchist.
also settling on a text colour is hard
@HeroicSociopath I don't think public appearances will help. Think of how advanced modern counter-terrorist tactics are, and then add some two hundred years worth of tech development to that, except for a ruling faction with a planet's resources instead of a single nation's. We're well past the days of Lee Harvey Oswald, here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also consider: Given the setting, there are probably hundreds of people with more money, patience and organisation trying to do the same thing, but without success. For our straggly little band to actually succeed, they'd have to outperform basically the whole planet.
WHICH ISN'T TO SAY IT'S NOT POSSIBLE
and definitely not that it shouldn't be attempted
But success is an unlikely outcome.
Also consider: Given the setting, there are probably hundreds of people with more money, patience and organisation trying to do the same thing, but without success. For our straggly little band to actually succeed, they'd have to outperform basically the whole planet.
WHICH ISN'T TO SAY IT'S NOT POSSIBLE
and definitely not that it shouldn't be attempted
But success is an unlikely outcome.
Got ninja'd. Gimme a second and I'll patch that stuff up.
Still kinda works, since most of the post is just a 'wacky shit in a character's pockets' gag as Gigs tries to convince Marco he's a legitimate customer.
Still kinda works, since most of the post is just a 'wacky shit in a character's pockets' gag as Gigs tries to convince Marco he's a legitimate customer.
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