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In the beginning of the Uncharted Days of The Empire, there were 8 space pirate lords.They were fierce, they were terrible, and they ruled the 8 Pirate Fleets. They stole and they collaborated, they robbed, and they schemed, and a great amount of wealth was obtained, and with any great amount of wealth, a great deal of trouble was also collected. It wasn’t long, until the thing that destroys all people seeped in, allowing corruption and greed to set deep in the hearts of the Pirate Lords. The wars that started were terrible, and nearly destroyed the entire galaxy. With ships and planets all over the galaxy being destroyed, the Empire eventually had to step in. They waged a full on war with the Pirate Lords, and eventually the Uncharted Days came to the end. The Pirate Lords made a truce, that there weapons and loot would never be turned in to the Empire, even if there lives were taken. They found a planet, somewhere out there in the wide wide galaxy, and hid everything before the final battle where they all would perish. Every single Pirate Lord was hung for crimes against the Empire. The Treasure planet was never found… 500 years later, I am born, and you all are given a special place in my head. You guys have always been there, since the very beginning! And I’ve always listened to you. In fact, in the beginning, you decided where my parents would settle, and even who my parents were! Parent(s) Job: Deadmeat5150 posted:A Who do I choose?: 1d7 6 A.) Scientist, and Engineer - My parents were intelligentsia of the highest order, working on the craziest most advanced technology our ship had ever seen. They are:  K.) Octomires, magical octopuses specializing in dark magics, excellent necromancers and above all else excellent Researchers. And we were located on the: 9 Write In - Whatever you write, we’ll go with! Flash Clan Ark And Suggest a Name to call me! Out of Character posted:One poster will be chosen to be the voice, any suggestion has a chance to be the next one in, and it will be decided by orokos roll. Turtlicious fucked around with this message at 00:05 on Mar 5, 2019 |
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C J Let's be keyboard cat. 6
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FK2 We are Orby, and we have an obsession with spheres.
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Mar 4, 2019 14:00
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G. Hackers and Stock J 6 Technomagicat it is
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Mar 4, 2019 14:04
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super sweet best pal posted:C
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Mar 4, 2019 14:11
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A I 8 Techo-violent Captain Kirk plz.
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Mar 4, 2019 15:14
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A K 9: Flash Clan Ark
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Mar 4, 2019 18:10
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I'm leaving my choice to chance: A J 1
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Mar 4, 2019 20:41
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Out of Character posted:One poster will be chosen to be the voice, any suggestion has a chance to be the next one in, and it will be decided by orokos roll. I really do love this approach to voting. Looks like I missed the initial vote, what were the other choices? In any event, this seems like my exact kind of heresy, can't wait to see where this goes!
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Mar 4, 2019 23:33
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CourValant posted:I really do love this approach to voting. "turtlicious posted:Parent(s) Job: Sorry, I'll leave it up next time.
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Mar 5, 2019 00:16
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Turtlicious posted:Sorry, I'll leave it up next time. No worries! I wasn't wrong, you really are bringing my favorite types of heresies!  Turtlicious posted:L.) Balsinian, Mech Wearing hamsters known for there engineering capabilities, intelligent and extremely xenophobic. What have the rest of you done??! We could have been mecha-hamsters!!!
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Mar 5, 2019 00:24
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So were techno-necro-octopus? And still need a name? Sietapis, we lost a tentecle in a rather embarrassing episode of technological exploration.
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Mar 5, 2019 00:47
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 When I was a young Octomire, my parents had made the pilgrimage to the FlashClan Ark. The alure of the Pilgrimage is simple, anyone who had wandered the galaxy for more than 20 minutes would see one of there drones. It would run up to you, give you a scan, and ask you if you wanted a change in your life. If you said yes, it’d spit out a tiny little star chart, and would even pay for your coin. Pilgrims are recruited all over. The promise is simple, if you come and work on the Flash Clan, you will be given peace, and if you choose, you may work to make this beautiful home better for everyone. At least, that’s what people followed when the drones showed. The drones would follow you, monitor your life, and then quickly assess what you were missing most. And the drones would point out how easy it would be if you followed the Way of the Flash Clan. The Flash Clan’s leader has never been seen besides by his 4 personal students, who have ruled kindly and justly in his absence. The Flash Clan is best known for their use as impartial mediators. There ship coming both in the shape of the open hand, and the closed fist. Anyone who wants to follow a life of fighting for, and upholding peace throughout the galaxy can find a home in the Flash Clan. You parents, were a famous Scientist and Engineer. Your parents invented the Drone Program, a simple empathetic implant based on the same empathetic wavelengths used by the Intru, your Dad came up with the vague theoretical concept, but your Mom was renowned for her work, and her ability to turn that concept into a reality, she birthed into the world, the Drone Core. The Implant was put in every Drone Recruitment Bot to better allow them to communicate with each other, and to give the recruitment specialists of Drone Core the information needed to make the best decisions for new recruits. By creating small interpersonal Intru networks, the Drone bot will allow new recruits to feel what the recruitment specialist feels and vice versa, giving them a small taste of life on the Flash Ark. In the night, Intru shadow assassin’s boarded the vessel, and a team of them slipped past all but the last few of the robo-pugs.  “Help, HELLLP!” I screamed as invisible warriors sliced through my personal guards, “MOOOOOOM!” I ran as fast as I could, I don’t know how but I was able to stay ahead of the guards, but I could hear there nearly silent footsteps behind me, my blood was pounding, and all I could think of was escape. I locked myself into the safest place I knew. It was up to me to defend myself, and my family, I was surrounded by items in my mother’s workshop. I needed something to defend yourself. Something to channel my magic through. You knew if you could just find the right thing. This was the first time the voices called out to me. This was the first time I met you all. I heard you say "Sietapis, grab ..." A The Wand - A sorcerer’s tools, and the basis for any magic use, like my idol High Queen Jacquelyn of the Intru. B The Sword - A soldier’s tool, and the basis for a life in the military, like my father C The Hammer - A craftsman’s tool, and the basis for a life in the craft core, like my mother D My fists - You told me I didn’t need a focus, and I was powerful in my own way.  OOC posted:Remember, whatever you post Sietapis will respond too. I'm bummed we didn't get to do the intru ship, so I'm either murdering, both, one or none of sietapis' parents tonight depending on what you choose. Good Luck! Turtlicious fucked around with this message at 01:17 on Mar 5, 2019 |
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Mar 5, 2019 01:14
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4 Octopunch!
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Mar 5, 2019 01:20
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I am sorry, but you have more than five tentacles to grab everything and throw a punch. ABCD
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Mar 5, 2019 01:22
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Vote: A The Wand - A sorcerer’s tools, and the basis for any magic use, like my idol High Queen Jacquelyn of the Intru. You're a Space Octopus Wizard, Sietapis!!
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Mar 5, 2019 01:41
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Mar 5, 2019 02:22
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Nyaa posted:I am sorry, but you have more than five tentacles to grab everything and throw a punch. Yes! Blindly flinging poo poo and seeing what sticks is my kinda thing.
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Mar 5, 2019 02:27
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Nyaa posted:I am sorry, but you have more than five tentacles to grab everything and throw a punch. I dig. Specialisation is for insects.
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Mar 5, 2019 04:32
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Nyaa posted:I am sorry, but you have more than five tentacles to grab everything and throw a punch. AJ_Impy posted:I dig. Specialisation is for insects.
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Mar 5, 2019 14:48
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super sweet best pal posted:4 Selecting a voice: 1d7 1
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Mar 6, 2019 09:09
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You hid as the Intru assassin’s drew closer. You ducked into the shadows, and refused all weapons. You felt something reach out to you, a dark calling. Honey laced whispers that burrowed into your ear, and scratch against the wrinkled surface of your mind eroding it. Pretty soon the words were falling from your lips. A scream from your mom’s laboratory. “Mom…” Your grief is too large for words.  The words come spilling from you now, you’re not ready for Mom to be gone. You’re not ready to be alone. The words are coming faster and faster, from some arcane place that had been waiting for you waiting for the apotheosis of your pre-magic state. Your mom stands up.  Her normal bright purple skin was dull and pallid, and the Intru’s weapons cut her to ribbons, but didn’t stop her assault. You watched as your mom burst from her office strangling an intru, and grabbing two more, she reached up to their throats/ She held them aloft easily and she starts to squeeze. One of the Intru’s looks at you, “please no…” There’s something in it’s eye, and you’re horrified by what you’ll have to watch your mom do. She looks to you as if for guidance. A.) “Mom, No!” B.) “Mom… Do it.” C.) Write in. OOC posted:I'll count votes once the thread goes 48 hours w/o activity, or Tuesday. whichever comes first, when I intend to update. Voices in my head updates once a week on Fridays. Turtlicious fucked around with this message at 10:33 on Mar 8, 2019 |
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Mar 8, 2019 10:28
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C: Mom, let it buy its life with information.
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Mar 8, 2019 13:26
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B Let's get ruthless.
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Mar 8, 2019 13:32
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C. Mom, let me do it,. *ZAPPITY BLAPPITY, BRAINY-OUTSIDEY*
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Mar 8, 2019 13:59
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AJ_Impy posted:C: Mom, let it buy its life with information. Agreed, but we decide whether to honor the deal afterward (if we're capable of thinking that far ahead).
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Mar 8, 2019 14:16
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C. You are not my mom!
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Mar 8, 2019 14:22
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dont be mean to me posted:Agreed, but we decide whether to honor the deal afterward (if we're capable of thinking that far ahead). You are!
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Mar 8, 2019 21:04
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Mar 8, 2019 21:09
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AJ_Impy posted:C: Mom, let it buy its life with information. This, then B.) “Mom… Do it.”
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Mar 8, 2019 21:24
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The best way to do this would be to have Mom yank their souls out for interrogation.
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Mar 8, 2019 23:14
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C: Let it buy its life with information, and have mom eat it because gently caress you buddy.
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Mar 9, 2019 03:58
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The secret ingredient in mom's Famous Space Brownies is the tortured soul of someone who wronged our family! 
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Mar 9, 2019 06:58
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Nyaa posted:C. You are not my mom! I choose... YOU!: 1d11 5 "Oh god, Mom's dead, that's not mom." Your tears start to well. "I don't know what to do, but I can feel it in my bones, that's not Mom. Oh god, who is that, what is it? What have I done." The creature resembling Mom stood on the table. Holding the small Intru aloft, it gurgles slightly as it holds the creature. "Maybe the zombie would have said more if you were a better necromancer. Maybe if you were capable of doing or meaning something, you'd have already solved this, but you're not Sietapis. You don't have the training capable to bind spirits, and soon this magic will consume you." Who said that!? “Dark Magics take a toll, are you sure you’re willing to pay,” The voice said. “I’d give anything for the power to undo this.” The voice chuckled slightly, “Eager child, show patience, I’ve unlocked the wisdom of ancient ancestors. They will guide you. I will also answer questions. 3 Questions that is.”
Blasphemaster posted:The best way to do this would be to have Mom yank their souls out for interrogation. “Throw’em in a cage” Not a real necromancer, no real training. I have natural talent I don’t need training, “And get me Mom’s books.” Bastards. How dare they. They want to make me look weak. They… You trail off in your mind as a tiny shape suddenly appears. It is blue and glowy, and when you try to touch it feel like a hologram. Except no heat. A cologram. Mom would laugh at that. “Not-Mom, this thing isn’t hot, that makes it a cologram” The zombie grumbles appreciably. “Mom would have laughed.” You said disgusted, your mood changing sharply, angrily. “Mom would have recognized the format of a joke. She would have told me how great I am, and how funny and smart.” The zombie moans with feigned concern. “Ugh… Get out of here And take the Intru, and the blue glowy with you.” The zombie stares at you. “The Thing right there!” You point at the spot where the spot is floating. The zombie stares at you blankly, before slowly turning and ripping off the floor panel where you pointed. Bending the hard steel with her tentacles. The Intru starts to wake up, and she slams it on the floor breaking it’s mask, revealing its face and cold dead eyes, which have rolled back into its head.  The zombie grabs a cage and lets loose some creature with 5 legs and 3 eyes that mom was working on. It’s a mismatch of disproportional limbs and eyes. It cowers in the corner sobbing. The zombie places the Intru Shadow assassin into the cage, and places the piece of floor tile up onto it. Then it hands you mom’s book. The book is bound in a very pale purple leather, and every page is covered with tiny neat scrawls of line. You’ve been reading your mom’s handwriting your entire life though, and it’s easy enough to navigate to the proper page. “In order to bring back the dead for questioning, I first must create a…” I pout slightly as I look at the long ingredient list. “Zombie thing, go get me Mom’s laptop, and her magic wand, she keeps both in the bedroom.” As the Zombie teeters off, I get started on lighting the candles and creating the circle of salt. Mom’s tight handwriting was very clear. Programming and Magic were very similar, and both have catastrophic repercussions if you don’t properly cover syntax. The salt is to bind the raised thing, so it can not leave or escape. The candles are so that the binding doesn’t hurt, or else it will constantly be screaming in pain. The wand activates the magic. Your mom had a wand out, but it wasn’t Her wand. And I wanted her wand. Her power. The zombie dumps the pile of things on the ground. “This is worst day, of my life, ever. Hehehehahahaha” The laughter came at that point. High pitched and manic, and it wouldn’t stop. The laughter turned from full belly guffaws to open sobs quickly, and the rest of the ritual time was spent crying and laughing. “Why is this happening?” You reach through the bars to the unconscious intru and shake him. “Why are you doing this to my family.” His mask comes tumbling off, revealing cold empty faceted eyes unseeing, unblinking. “You will pay for this for an eternity.” I snarl. “I will see you bound to me for the rest of your days. You will become my 2nd servant. A high honor.” I spit on the corpse. I ignore the cockroaches covering the ceiling. The insane shapes and numbers before me that no longer make sense. I can see these tiny demons plaguing me. Though they respect the confines of the circle. Something must have awakened inside of me. The creatures can tell I’m looking at them. Some wave and want attention, some sit stock still, others blink rapidly, many flee. No time to focus on that now. No time. “WAaarrrrrrrrnggg” The zombie moaned. And dropped a thick black twisted gnarled thing, a thick ruby gleamed with malicious intent, and around it was woven a thicket of thorns. It bounced against the thorns, it’s not allowed in here like them. “Ugh, you know you can’t cross the barrier, simpleton.” It feels good to berate it, It’s not Mom, and you must never forget that.  I reach my hand out, and I was delighted to find the things I saw could not touch me, could not harm me, and therefore could be ignored. I whispered into the wand. “Operator sudo init thrall dot pie, on the Intru Shadow Assassin who killed my Mom.” When I had thought of my mother’s magic, I imagined it would be a spectacular show, with lights, and smoke, billowing winds. That magic would innately, with it’s arcane rituals, and ancient wordings, have some pomp and circumstance to the magic bit. There was none. There was a moment of silence, and then instantly, he appeared. One second, there was a blank piece of space, and then… “What where am I?” the spirit barked, “I feel cut-off. There is no Intru here, what have you done to me!?” “Quiet.” The intru fell silent 4.) ALL SUBMIT What are all the things I should ask? OOC posted:Every submission to question 4 will be used within reason. That’s vague because I don’t know how many submissions I’ll get but I’ll just start writing for them as they come in for next week’s update. Turtlicious fucked around with this message at 00:10 on Mar 21, 2019 |
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Mar 15, 2019 00:32
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TELL ME EVERYTHING OR I WILL INVENT A BIOLOGICAL SPACE ROOMBA JUST TO BIND YOUR SOUL TO IT. And you will clean up the locker rooms of the breeding deck. Forever. And Ever. *etc* *cue singsong creepiness*
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Blasphemaster posted:TELL ME EVERYTHING OR I WILL INVENT A BIOLOGICAL SPACE ROOMBA JUST TO BIND YOUR SOUL TO IT. And you will clean up the locker rooms of the breeding deck. Forever. And Ever. *etc* *cue singsong creepiness*  Uh, yeah. Also voting that
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Blasphemaster posted:TELL ME EVERYTHING OR I WILL INVENT A BIOLOGICAL SPACE ROOMBA JUST TO BIND YOUR SOUL TO IT. And you will clean up the locker rooms of the breeding deck. Forever. And Ever. *etc* *cue singsong creepiness* Yeah
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Mar 15, 2019 10:01
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Blasphemaster posted:TELL ME EVERYTHING OR I WILL INVENT A BIOLOGICAL SPACE ROOMBA JUST TO BIND YOUR SOUL TO IT. And you will clean up the locker rooms of the breeding deck. Forever. And Ever. *etc* *cue singsong creepiness* Works for me.
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Ugh this makes no sense at all you thought to yourself, you decided to speak to the voices. "Guys wait are we threatening the dark magic voice or the Shadow Intru, because as much as I'd like to say I can, I have no idea how to effect the weird voice guy." Sietapsis said to the empty room. The Intru spirit scoffed and crouched over the peeling bulkhead. He pulls out a blade and in the ground he carves "You are insane, like all wizards." It seems that an order not to talk is not the same as not communicating. "Shut up." The Shadow Intru sat cross legged in the circle and began to meditate. "If I'm going all in on threatening them, I need to know which one we're threatening. Like where do I start, what do I say?!" "and what the hell is a Roomba!?" Turtlicious fucked around with this message at 01:53 on Mar 21, 2019 |
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