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The Dart Game

Click THROW, roll the dice, open the number, get a writing prompt.
Post your work in IC and people will discuss it.
Fun for All.

_{-So Sayeth Aye!}

The Dart Game

Dart Board

THROW

if you click on "THROW" it will take you to the dice roll screen. Roll a d6 to throw you dart

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  This used to be an adventurer before it took an arrow to the knee
  
  
  
  
  • 2

    OUCH!! Watch where you're throwing those darts!
    
    
    
    
    • 3

      I found this under a rock in Maryland
      
      
      
      
      • 4

        My mom gave this to me when I was but a lad
        
        
        
        
        • 5

          An elephant pooped this one out but thought it smelled nice so he saved it
          
          
          
          
          • 6

            ooooo shiney.....

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Hihi

Welcome Lady Maus

This play has been rebooted, see below for link.

Bander watched as Jabber finished yelling and then suddenly found himself surrounded by empty quietness, the only sound was the crackle of burning building and the clomp of his stomping feet. Jabber turned around looking for someone to unleash his fury upon, but the people were all gone. Jub Jub transformed into her harpy state and grabbed hold of Bander before flying down to meet with Jabber on the ground.

"Ya' don't live this close to the castle of Draygon without figuring out a way to survive." Bander's voice boomed as he his armored feet hit the ground. "They've all gone into the mountain over there, escaped in the caves running all over these lands."

"Sorry for your loss," came Jub's sanguine, saucy tone, "I do so know how much you love to buuuurn things."

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Guidance for Jabber

The sleeper has awakened, and he alone has the ability to communicate with the great, flying tower and utilize it's weapon systems. You must find him, but you don't know where he might be. To track him, your first option is to follow the prophecy as it is written in the shrines spread throughout the country, the only people who know where the shrines are, are the wise ones, one of whom you just saw flee into the woods nearby.

Of course, your other option is to say, "Fuck Draygon! and fuck the Tower!" and then go on a killing spree, your call, I'll react to whatever you post and build the world around you.

This play has been rebooted, see below for link.

The Trials of the Jabberwocky

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Jub Jub Bird

Bandersnatch

Bander and Jub sat atop the castle watching Jabber release carnage on the oblivious city below. "He's such a predictable sadist." Jub said matter-of-factly in her high, musical voice.

Bander spoke aggressively with a deep, gravely voice, "He never learned to control his monstrous form," he said to his squatting companion, "it shall be his undoing one day, but for now it makes him the best tracker." The two lieutenants were perched on the side of the large castle like a pair of gargoyles, surveying the burning building and noting the screams of the populace below. They watch Jabber land and scream something at the people before launching into a bloody and fiery mayhem.

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Kensu- Priest of Thunder

Kensu ran to the city square followed by a small army of townsfolks carrying pales of water to put out the fire. "I'll distract the monster! You focus on the fire!" He yelled in command from atop his great horse.

"Face me you monster!!!" He turned and screamed at Jabberwocky. He lifted his great hammer to the sky and lightning shot from it's head and bolted towards the dragon beast. Without watching to see if the bolt landed he turned his horse and ran ran towards the trees at the edge of the town, hoping to lead Jabber away from the town.

Arena Chat Thread

@Doc DoctorI wanna fight, I wanna see my arena score look good under my name :) There's a lot in this thread, and I've read a good bit, but it's still unclear how all of this works. Can you work with me to set up a judged match?

Lucky Tongue Tavern

Today I threw a 2 on the board and got this prompt:

"Write 5 questions you would like to ask a funny looking researcher who controls a fleet of star ship."

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Ned clicked his pen nervously in anticipation of beginning the interview. The big bosses at "Twinkle," the cheesy culture 'zine on the worlds in the stars, did not treat these sciencey pieces too seriously and so he needed to make this good or else his article would be lost to the oblivion of a billion unread words in the great pile of word garbage.

The Colonel flowed and flopped into the room. He was from one of the big gas giant planets so his body was made of some sort of sludgy mist crammed into a tentacle envelope of a suit. Ned couldn't see a face, just a glass fishbowl of swirling pink and purple gas and a little square box at the collar that bleeped when the Colonel talked. "Heblo Blister 'Ed" came the Colonel's burbled voice through the voice box, "bLet's get bis ober wib qwibly, I hab mud to do."

Ned sat frozen and wide eyed, he barely understood what the colonel had said and didn't know how to respond. "Well," he shook his head and regained his focus, "yes.. um, well yes... um" Ned shuffled the pages in front of him, his questions for the Colonel. "Um.. thank you for meeting me today Colonel, we at Twinkle really appreciate your time, as does our readers you can be sure."

"Bly Blejure 'Ed" he burbled.

'.......What?' Ned thought,

He moved on, "So... um.. what is the nature of your research?"

"I'm Blag you aggled," the Colonel burped, "Bly bleet id bebling 'ent do dah fah egles ob bla balaxgi. Blee hab dibcobered a new borm ob blenerby, our bledorts 'ay 'at it may blee an enerbly blat bormed dah bery nadure ob all creadion!. Ib id a trubly amabling digobery!!"
The Colonel was waving his tentacle arms as if he wer excited but Ned had no idea what he had just said. Unfazed, Ned soldiered on.

"Do you believe that your research justifies the incredible expenses it requires? I mean, a whole fleet of ships sir, surely you only need one or two..."

"Blone Queblin Me Hoomon!!" The burbling figure asserted, "BlI am blum de grayblist blientibles in deh Uniberd!! Ob Corb I woul' no' akk for do mud mondee ib i diben neeb it!"

Ned was not discouraged, "and what do you have to say about the impact of moving such a large fleet through so many inhabited regions of space? The gravitational disturbance alone is enough to cause massive weather events in no less that three early industrial societies."

The Colonel settled down, "Bwe hab greybly condibered the abbect ob our bleet mobing acobb so bar a rebion, and we bully unberdand de' ebbects ib will habeb. Bwe addure your reabers that our digobbery jujdibies any ingonbeniende ib will caub. Bwe will gib to dah galagee dah
bleclet of libe!" The Colonel raises a tentacular fist as if in inspiration.

Ned didn't know what to write, he wished he had his recorder for the interview but he forgot it at the office before he left to come here. There was nothing left to do, he was going to have to make up the entire thing. By the time the magazine made it to the fleet they would be light eons away and it wouldn't matter.

"Well Colonel thank you for meeting with me, but I think I got everything I need."

"Dats ib?" the Colonel said, looking down hearted in his suit, "Blut I hab do mub to teb you aboub dah secrebs ob dah blars?"
Not knowing what he said, Ned replied, "Well yes and thank you again, I... um..." Ned moved as if to shake the Colonel's hand / tentacle, but it slithered over his fingers in a strangely intimate way, "err... um.. I will be going now." Ned grabbed his things and left the meeting room as fast as his legs could take him.

"Pidy," the Colonel mused, watching the man flee, "he deemed realbly nide."

The Ward

Marty CS

Full Name:

Martin Aukvaron

Age:

39

Nationality:

American

Appearance:

Caucasion male, 5'6, 180 lbs. Brown Hair, green eyes, muscular build. No visible tattoos, 1-inch scar on thumb. Soft hands like someone who's more used to reading books than working outside.

Background:

REDACTED

Talents:

Canning, camping, wilderness survival, at least in theory. Read a lot about doomsday prep and has developed skills felt necessary to survive the end of the world. Has also studied communal living and group psychology, knows a lot of Bible verses.

Personal Effect:

A small, decorative brass compass contained in a small wooden hinge box. On the back is laser etched a cross and the Bible verse: I Peter 5:8, "Above all love eachother deeply, for love covers a multitude of sins."

This play has been rebooted, see below for link.

Draygon's Lair

The layer was cold, dark, and quiet. The torch light flickered on the shiny, marbled walls revealing statues of demonic creatures of all shapes and sizes. Draygon sat atop his thrown looking down at his lieutenants, one which was the one called Jabberwocky.

Draygon

"The sleeper has awakened..." he rumbled, his crackling voice rolling through the halls like evil bubble wrap.
"You will find him... and bring him to me." He spoke slowly, amplifying the sense of power radiating from him.

The lieutenants disappeared in blurs and flashes, teleporting to different areas of the world, seeking the one who had awakened, the one spoken of in the prophecy.

Draygon looked up into the skylight to see the glimmering light of the tower flickering in the distance. He would reach the tower, and the sleeper would give him power.

Dear Jabberwocky

This is it, begin your hunt my friend. As you write, so will I reply. You and Nesy play the characters, I play the world. Happy hunting.

This play has been rebooted, see below for link.

Jabberwocky

Looks

Extra

Life Force


• HP 50
• MP 50

Combat


• Hand to Hand - 1d6
• Claw - 1d12
• Bite - 1d20
• Assassin Dagger -1d8 normal or 3d8 if you catch them by surprise

Skills and Magic


• Healing - 1d10
• FireBall (when in dragon form) 2d12 - area affect, causes burning
• Flight
• Transformation
• Matter Phasing

Jabberwocky

BY LEWIS CARROLL

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)