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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 23, 2013 9:59:56 GMT -6
"100 feet is not unreasonable"
Fated digs frantically into the soil, attempting to burrow his way to the teleporter ring and escape.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 22, 2013 21:46:53 GMT -6
I really like that guy's work, and it reinforces a direction I'm going that envisions a more surreal, fantastical, baroque, even romantic aesthetic for Carcosa. I've been thinking about putting together material that squeezes Carcosa through more of a Viriconium-Dan McPharlin-Dying Earth lens. Maybe like the current Carcosa set to +50,000 years, where men have waxed and now are waning again.
At least, that's one of about a thousand fragmentary ideas I've started and stopped lately.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 22, 2013 3:07:13 GMT -6
Yep, Fated and whoever of his men still live are here... and diving for cover in a direction 90 degrees from the one the Colossus is being drawn in.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 21, 2013 23:59:46 GMT -6
OOC: Do we have any explosives left over?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 20, 2013 22:04:51 GMT -6
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 17, 2013 20:20:21 GMT -6
Fated: "NOW we make it to the Slime Florist... Valentine's Day was 3 days ago!"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 16, 2013 15:01:09 GMT -6
Fated calls up the buckethole: "TWO COMING UP!!!"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 13, 2013 12:32:02 GMT -6
Fated: "Well Breath, so far I'm out 2 c.p. in here. I think we should gather the rest of the expedition and decide how to proceed... either with the mission or into the unknown."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 13, 2013 11:57:04 GMT -6
Fated tosses another coin into the abyss and listens carefully for the sound of it hitting bottom.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 13, 2013 11:28:16 GMT -6
Fated tosses a copper coin through the ring, just to see what happens...
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 13, 2013 10:05:25 GMT -6
Fated delivers a stinging slap to Breath's face then looks intently into her eyes --
"Are you okay? Are you back?!?!?" He looks for signs that Breath has returned to her senses, as he cocks his arm and readies another strike (this time with the back of his hand).
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 12, 2013 15:28:00 GMT -6
Fated readies himself to make an open field tackle...
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 10, 2013 20:47:12 GMT -6
Fated unties himself. "Breath, reel the rope in and tie one end to yourself and the other end to the bridge. Give it enough play so you can get close enough to read the ring. If you start into the ring, the rope will stop you. Then I'll smack you in the head or something to bring you to your senses. Sounds plausible, right?"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 9, 2013 11:06:53 GMT -6
OOC: Does Fated have any inkling of what danger was avoided when he passed the save? Like, did he feel some grav effect tugging him into the ring and he maintained his footing, or did he shrug off whispered voices and some compulsion to hurl himself in?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 7, 2013 21:59:16 GMT -6
Fated approaches the gate and examines it first from a "safe" distance of about 10'. Any external controls? Runes or writing? Anything else noteworthy about the platform?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 7, 2013 19:19:09 GMT -6
Fated ties the rope to his waist, waits for Breath to secure it, then begins across the bridge with a jaunty stride.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 6, 2013 15:31:16 GMT -6
Fated: "You sure? I mean, when you headed right for this passage it looked like you really wanted to lead the way..."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 5, 2013 21:08:27 GMT -6
Fated goes back to grab the rope thrown down earlier for his man.
To Breath: "One of us ties this around the waist and walks across, while the other stays on this side to hold on. Who's going?"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 5, 2013 19:29:07 GMT -6
Fated examines the bridge to judge it's capacity to safely support him.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 5, 2013 15:02:33 GMT -6
Fated draws his weapon (sword?) and scrapes it loudly along the stone as he draws up aside the entrance to the passage, so he cannot be seen by whatever is within. Then he plays the light onto the wall opposite the passage, hoping to draw out whatever is within to investigate.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Feb 5, 2013 11:51:40 GMT -6
OOC: Is there light? Can we see?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 31, 2013 21:11:07 GMT -6
Fated jumps in the kettle. "Lower me down... anyone coming?"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 29, 2013 9:32:35 GMT -6
Fated: "Hey buddy, we're gonna get you some help. Hang tight. Maybe taste the paste?"
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 23, 2013 18:35:53 GMT -6
Fated waves over one of his men, "Come help me seal this up." When the henchman stands over the hole to lend a hand, Fated points excitedly toward the distance, "Hey is that a flying DINOSAUR?!?!?" When everyone looks where he's pointing, Fated casually hipchecks his henchman into the manhole. "OH MY GOODNESS HE'S FALLEN!!! Um... CAN YOU SEE ANYTHING DOWN THERE??? We should get him a torch, guys..."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 23, 2013 14:26:24 GMT -6
Fated: "Uh, excuse me... we're going to leave a MANHOLE unexplored? I mean, it's right there in the name -- it's a HOLE that MEN are supposed to go into."
Fated crouches down by the manhole, stills his breathing, and focuses his thoughts... any hint of communication from Snarf?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 18, 2013 21:48:16 GMT -6
(on shirt Island) Fated and his men dive for cover!
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 14, 2013 9:12:35 GMT -6
Fated also likes the idea of other people scouting. He stands quietly, looking resolute but not budging from the safety of the larger group.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 11, 2013 21:32:55 GMT -6
In the level for "The Darkness Beneath" that I wrote for Fight On!, I have the SAs using clones... but the gene-lines become increasingly contaminated, which gives rise to Irrationalists and societal decay.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 10, 2013 21:38:48 GMT -6
Fated keeps an "ear" open for additional calls from Snarf. If there's a fire, he pokes sullenly at it with a stick and ignores his mens' attempts to lift his spirits.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jan 5, 2013 1:44:58 GMT -6
For those who have not yet read The Pastel City, the first paragraph is wonderfully evocative and may convince you to take the plunge:
"Some seventeen notable empires rose in the Middle Period of Earth. These were the Afternoon Cultures. All but one are unimportant to this narrative, and there is little need to speak of them save to say that none of them lasted for less than a millennium, none for more than ten; that each extracted such secrets and obtained such comforts as its nature (and the nature of the universe) enabled it to find; and that each fell back from the universe in confusion, dwindled, and died."
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