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 TLDR - The jist is you can go back in time and do some poo poo and we'll see what the consequences are and maybe youll need to fix up some mess down the line. Time is a funny thing. quote:15th June, 2015 Welcome to Time to Di-ary! It's July 2015 and something strange has started to happen to you, your memories are no longer syncing up to the world. You're pretty sure you've lost your poo poo but a small part of you thinks maybe.. MAYBE you've become a god. Well, in so far as that sometimes when you wake up from a dream, things seem to have.. changed. Jack is alive again. Sure he beat the poo poo out of you for it, but he's alive even if he is In jail right now because of that accident he caused a few days ago. You're sure it wasn't his fault though. Wrong place, wrong time. The current idea, and we'll see how this works, is for you to control the character in first person while in his/her 'dream state'. You will have influence over the real world, but updates will come in the form of diary entries. Various things about your current mental state, your surroundings and sheer luck will be considered in the background. If you want to change something, just hope you'll be able to stay in the dreamscape long enough to complete your plans. 1. Who are you and where are you from? (So I can have a baseline and tone) A. American female - mid 20s B. Australian male - mid 40s C. Write in 2. How financially secure would you say you are? Write in! A. Very. B. Doing alright C. Poor as gently caress 3. Do you have any pets? A. one very cute dog B. one very annoying (and also cute) cat C. write in You wonder, just how far back can one of your 'special' dreams go? Can you undo something you've done before? Can you die? You're not sure.. but.. only one way to find out? 4. It's getting late, you should probably go to sleep. Which means.. something may happen. What are you thinking about before you go to sleep? [where are you trying to to go? You can try to change anything in history.. Or Try anyway!] A. Kill Hitler B. Punch a particular famous name in the face - (Where and when?) C. Buy shares in Google D. Write in. Feel free to write in for anything here. Edit: Tonally, this can be serious or silly.. Depending on what people want to do. The jist is you can go back in time and do some poo poo and we'll see what the consequences are and maybe youll need to fix up some mess down the line. Time is a funny thing. Add some options to see if that makes this more accessible for now. stevey666 fucked around with this message at 03:14 on Feb 16, 2016 |
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I am intrigued! Added to the masterpost 
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1. Who are you and where are you from? Angela, from Dallas Texas. 2. How financially secure would you say you are? You know what? let's switch it up. We are the 1%. Daughter of an oil baron. 3. Do you have any pets? Yes, a leopard that wears a giant Rolex for a collar. His name is Steven. 4. It's getting late, you should probably go to sleep. Which means.. something may happen. What are you thinking about before you go to sleep? [where are you trying to to go?] To a point in which we make father proud.
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Feb 15, 2016 18:08
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Thanks Lowell! By the way, killing Hitler is normally the first big thing people try to do. So go ahead and try if you like! It hasn't worked out so far..or has it?
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Feb 15, 2016 18:38
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Edited in a couple of example options to try and make this a little more accessible. Hey Vagon, I dread to think what would make an oil baron proud  . But we'll find out perhaps!
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Feb 16, 2016 03:16
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A, C, C, C Our pets are half a dozen capybaras. We're poor from paying their maintenance.
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Feb 16, 2016 03:18
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B. Australian male - mid 40s C. Poor as gently caress A. one very cute dog D. Write in. Get that winning scratchie (lottery ticket) the girl before in line got. $2000 bucks mate! We are Bruce! The heavy drinking bogan. poo poo Plumber and crap person.
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Feb 19, 2016 01:18
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Strewth 2k'll make im a real good bogan ah reckon mate. A true CUB. I'll cobble something together soon from the varied votes we have. I quite like the ramifications of taking that 2k..
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Feb 19, 2016 01:35
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Fucken right mate, pack of winnies and get on the piss. We can pay the rent tomorrow, but I reckon we hit up the casino tonight and see if we can make a bit of spending moneys aye?
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Feb 19, 2016 01:41
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(Alright, this is probably the best I can work with at the moment. Will see how it goes and if it becomes interesting or sucks.) Bruce! a heaving drinking Aussie bloke. A bit of a bogan, and a poo poo plumber.  'Gday!' -- quote:20th June, 2015  Bruce beings to dream... Now you begin to wake. You are Bruce, maybe. Probably. Colours begin to form and constructs of memories piece together. You don't remember any of this of course, but it's quite a beautiful thing to behold. The constructs change shape, like fractals (if you knew what fractals were anyway). You have no body, but can turn your.. being and stare into them. The fractals fractalise faster, spinning on and on into what seems like forever. You are in the initial dream state. It is normal for any being that dreams to experience the initial dream state.. But not like this. The walls don't stretch on forever, their view is limited where as yours is limitless. Staring deep into the fractals you feel like you're falling, and barely able to control yourself. You slip through them gently, sinking deeper. And then you see it and you stare in awe of it's beauty.  You gaze in awe as you sink closer and closer. The colours swirl around and around, seemingly guiding you in. You are near speechless, never before seeing or even being able to comprehend such beauty... And not just beauty. You must up every fibre of your being to try to articulate your feelings at seeing what possibly nobody has been able to experience before. You try to speak. "Strewth!" Your voice booms throughout the dreamscape. The fractals burst with colour and frenzied activity. As if trying desperately to draw you in. You sink closer to some and see flashes of your childhood.. Closer to others and flashes of.. history? Memories that are not your own but somebody elses, all interlinked? You attempt to vomit at the feeling, but you have no body. Suddenly you feel a strong pull towards a fractal and it gives you a feeling.. A memory.. This is it! The bit where that Sheila got your god damned two thousand dollars! And so you fall.. Deeper... And.. Deeper. ..  You suddenly find yourself outside the shop, just like the one a few days ago. You look behind you and things appear.. blurry. Well bugger than, you'll have to go inside and do what you came here to do. You see movement inside. "poo poo! The sheila is already inside!" You shout to yourself, charging into the store. The woman is standing close to the till, checking out some of the booze. She's about to go to the till and ask for that scratcher! poo poo! What do you do? A. Let her take the scratcher. She may have lil blighters to feed for gods sake! B. Shout "OI! WATCH OUT THERE MATE THAT SHEILA JUST TRIED TO STICK A CAB SAV DOWN HER KNICKERS!" C. Let her buy the scratcher, push her down and steal it. D. Write in stevey666 fucked around with this message at 00:13 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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Feb 20, 2016 00:18
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##vote 1 C; B
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Feb 20, 2016 00:24
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##vote 1 C; B Sounds good to me mates. Horay for Bruce the Bastard!
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Feb 20, 2016 01:20
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D Make her a bet that if she wins more than $100 dollars from the scratch card she has to give you a blow job, but if she wins less than $100 you have to give her $100.
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Feb 20, 2016 07:11
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No way anyone could do that well enough to justify $2000.
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Feb 20, 2016 07:14
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##vote 1. B
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Feb 20, 2016 08:56
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B. Let's go full bogan.
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"OI! WATCH OUT THERE MATE THAT SHEILA JUST TRIED TO STICK A CAB SAV DOWN HER KNICKERS!" You shout accusingly. "gently caress off did I!" She shouts as she turns towards you, she's loving pissed! She begins to stomp forward "Listen here you bloody oval office I'll-" She begins, suddenly cut off by a young enterprising security guard knocking her into the ground with a crash and a pop. She screams.  "That'll be the sab cav then, mate." You state sagely, though you're not sure if anybody heard over the screaming and swearing. With more security staffing scrambling over towards you, panicked looked on all their faces, you head to the counter and speak to the clerk. With your best grin you say to him "Mate, don't worry about her. She ain't worth a Zack. Now how about a scratcher?" With a lurch you are pulled from your dream. The fractals appear again, just for a slit second. You're waking up! quote:21st June, 2015 - Congratulations. You survived your first foray into editing history! Bruce gained a hangover! Also made a few bucks out of it! Also stealing stuff is easier! Not too bad mates, not too bad.  Oh wait! Looks like Bruce is falling asleep again! Must have mixed the tinnies with a few pills. What is Bruce going to dream of you reckon? Write in. stevey666 fucked around with this message at 00:18 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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Feb 22, 2016 00:12
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It's all about the pineapples mates! Not sure what we're supposed to do, weren't you going to give a description of the next day or are we sort of doing each 'day' from behind as it were? Outrail fucked around with this message at 02:15 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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Feb 22, 2016 01:28
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I should have made it clearer, strewth! You're on the edge of the bender. History changed, and you started the bender and now you have 500 bucks leftover. You don't have a job at the moment however. Unemployed plumber! You can go back and change whatever you can think of, be it 1 day, 1 week, 1 year, 1000 years, whatevers. Hopefully Bruce will dream around the time you want, and on the topic you want. Very open ended. If you want to be re-employed you'll need to go back and change something. stevey666 fucked around with this message at 01:47 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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Feb 22, 2016 01:44
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Re-employed? Strewth no! Remember when we got nicked by the scum just coz we'd had a few drinks before driving home? It was just a few tins and some JB and cokes. Haha, and some coke too. Great night. Pity we lost our drivers licence and our rig. Kinda miss being a truckie.  Should have floored it through the boozbus lane, I reckon I could have nipped in through the suburbs and lost em. I'm assuming that Bruce's power is activated when a booze warps his REM cycles during an alcohol induced coma. Maybe do a few character building jumps and then start drunkenly loving with the history channel. That JFK fella was a horn dog, be great to have a few beers with him and Monroe aye? Outrail fucked around with this message at 02:31 on Feb 22, 2016 |
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That's the spirit, Outrail. A Bogan of Space and Time You float in the darkness, this time you're concentrating on your rig, on that night with the drat cops. You were an idiot! You shouldn't have stopped, no way you'd pass a test after JB and coke. And also some coke. You lost your truck too, mother fuckers. But maybe this time things can work out yeah? Fractals begin to fade back in once more, one bigger and "heavier" than all the others.  You head towards it, you're sure it must be the one. Holy gently caress you're drunk. Cor mate you've drank a bit. You're managing to keep the truck perfectly straight, however the road keeps moving around all over the place. Must be the head! Focus mate! You gotta park the big rig in the centre of Melbourne before tomorrow arvo or they'll have ya.  poo poo! The cops with a loving boozebus! You think to yourself, my word look at the establishment doing their duty and here is me in quite the inebriated state. I suppose I should hand myself in and take it swiftly on the chin gentleman. However your lips move like so: "Fuuuccckkkkkking coppash maytes. CUNTS! CUNNNTTSS MATE!" The fucker in front is pointing you towards the boozebus lane. Fuuuck. Alright, you've done this before! You stopped and they took your rig away, so gently caress that.. maybe? You.. A. Take the booze test in the booze bus, in which they will certainly catch you and take your rig. Plan 'Fuckin Tossers' B. Drive through the fat fucker up in front and on into the bush! gently caress the cops! Plan 'loving BASTARDS DIE' C. Nip into the boozebus lane, find out theres no booze on that bus and power through it, careening into the burbs to try and escape from the coppers. Plan 'false advertising WHERES MY BOOZE YA GITS' D. Park up. Hop out. RUN! Plan 'gently caress I'm not 20 anymore! Pant pant pant!' E. Plan 'write the gently caress in''
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C. I'm no truckologist but I'm fairly certain all the coke in our system will allow us to conduct a high speed police chase through a residential neighbourhood in a mack truck owned by the Shell corporation hauling a company branded 40,000L tank of gasoline with zero negative ramifications for both ourselves and the Shell corporation.
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Plan C can only end well.
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##Vote 1. A;B;C;D
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"Lets fuckin' do this eh Bruce!" You say to yourself. "I'm no truckologist but I'm fairly certain all the coke in our system will allow us to conduct a high speed police chase through a residential neighbourhood in a mack truck owned by the Shell corporation hauling a company branded 40,000L tank of gasoline with zero negative ramifications for both ourselves and the Shell corporation." You state with surprising eloquence for a man in your state, possibly for some scene setting descriptive reasons. Crashing through the boozebus lane your scare the bloody life out of some dopey copper. "loving HAVE THAT YOU DOPEY COPPER oval office!" You shout manically, the coke and booze binge causing your mind to activate the 'witty dialogue' section of your brain to extreme levels. You floor it and go zipping off down the street and heading towards the suburbs!  "Woooohoooooo" You shout, crushing a tinny in your hand and throwing it from your window. The suburbs are getting closer and closer and it looks like you're home free, bastard cops too slow to catch up with you! Oh.. for fucks sake. You spot something in the distance... and also behind you too.  Alright, not many options here! You got coppas coming in from the front and the back! ALRIGHT MATE WHAT NEXT? A. Slow down a touch and bail out! Run/hobble away and find somewhere to hide B. Gun it! Drive ahead and if there's a blockade, ram it! C. Lights off and turn left down a dark alley at great speed! D. Turn right by the sign for a school, about 2 seconds ago you passed a sign stating 'school play on tonight!' E. Write in!
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Feb 25, 2016 20:57
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D I plan on redoing this night again, can we do that? To where we don't do a bunch of Coke and cause a massive explosion and lose our job?
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Feb 25, 2016 21:24
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hollylolly posted:D If you dont die, yep! What explosion? 
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Feb 25, 2016 21:28
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stevey666 posted:If you dont die, yep! What explosion? The one we're about to create 
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Feb 25, 2016 21:30
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D! What part of town are we in? Seems like a flash part if it's got all these coppers. I bet Johnny Howard sends his kids to this wanky school... Let's murder the current Prime Minister of Australia with a fuel truck.
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Feb 25, 2016 22:57
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Outrail posted:
Bruce the Bogan, time assassin. Sorry but we're in Melbourne and not Sydney or Canberra!
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stevey666 posted:Bruce the Bogan, time assassin. Sorry but we're in Melbourne and not Sydney or Canberra! Can anyone think of anyone of world political importance who was in Melbourne ~5 years ago (or whenever we jumped to)? Julia Gillard? Malcolm Turnbull? Hugh Jackman?
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