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- Player: sinatra
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- XP: 1
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- Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2
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- XP: 0
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- Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2, Combat Magic 2
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- Equipment: Sword of Yam'L, Ginnarak Crystal (Earth)
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---
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title: 00035
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created: Wed, 09 Nov 2022 12:34:03 -0700
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updated: Thu, 10 Nov 2022 21:49:20 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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---
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### 00035 {#00035}
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> Shouting in the direction of the grampus "Yo! That dude is
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> definitely going to forget us. We're almost the definition of
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> forgettable, I mean it's not like we're some kind of murderous
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> hobos or something!"
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>
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> While shouting Corraidhin takes aim, and slings his magic missing
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> at the figure, aiming for a kill. (Meta: I'd like to spend that xp
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> now, lets take this sucker down).
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>
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> After the missile flies loose the skeleton begins to pull
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> Corraidhin back into the hull of the ship, he kicks desperately at
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> the boney clutches desperately trying to break free.
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>
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> "I always knew I'd go out fighting some undead spooky thing. If you
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> don't become a necromancer, you end up some necromancers thrall."
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> at least, that's what Kevin used to tell me. I always thought he
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> was being melodramatic.
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>
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> As the skeleton drags Corraidhin back through the hatch he grabs
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> the dagger, in a vein attempt to ready himself.
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>
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> "I guess this is it my Stabby friend, time to show these Skeletons
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> what happens when you back a Sysorceor into a corner"
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>
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> And with that Corraidhin activates his fork bomb.
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~
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> While feeding their jellyfish bites of wasabi pear and watching the
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> sysorcerer investigate the hull, Inky eventually notices movement
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> in the direction of the ship's deck in the form of a figure
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> crawling out of the hatch with a bundle. Inky squints at the
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> retreating form. Could it be another retrieval team, or a rogue
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> agent? Master Corraidhín would probably not be pleased if the
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> crystal melon were to fall into unknown hands, never mind of those
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> whose names don't start with the letter "B" and end in the letter
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> "r".
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>
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> Sparing a brief second to lament the waste of a perfectly good
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> snack, Inky reaches into their bag and lobs a spiky chestnut
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> cluster at the figure's breathing bell from the opening of their
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> bubblebee, followed by a glass bottle of blahoblin shoe polish. The
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> glass shatters on impact, sending the dark, sticky and somewhat
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> pungent substance all over the figure's (punctured) breathing bell
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> and face.
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>
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> As Inky's bubblebee floats up a little closer to the figure, Inky
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> tosses a smaller bottle at the figure, this time of some synthetic
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> blood from another brick that Inky had set aside for experiments of
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> a different sort. At the last moment the thruster accelerates, Inky
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> throws their paring knife at the bundle where the cord hugged the
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> figure's waist, before veering away just as quickly as the
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> horkosgrampus nearby catch a whiff of the blood.
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**RETCON**: It has been brought to our attention that the `scp` spell
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does not *move* an entity, but merely copies it from one location to
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another. As such, the original merbear and tardigrade are still on
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the deck of the SS RSS. Their facsimiles are present near where Inky
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used to be.
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Okay so two extremely interesting and complicated things happen all
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at once and in quick succession. It's very chaotic and explosive and
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cinematic.
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THING THE FIRST
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Corraidhín aims his shootin' finger---the one that resolutely,
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emphatically mashes the Enter key when deploying to production---at
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the floaty thief. The very same second he fires off the magic
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missile, he sees the figure jerk as a small projectile first
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punctures its jellyfish helmet and then coats its entire cranial area
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in black ink.
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It screams, "Aw, fuck!"
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The breathing bell is having none of this shit, thank you very much,
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and detaches itself from the figure's head and starts to propel
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itself away. As such, the figure no longer has access to breathable
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air.
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It screams, "No, wait!"
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And then a fine blade juts out from the bubblebee severing the cord
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connecting the floating bundle to the would-be thief. The blade
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scoops out a hunk of flesh from the thief's hip in the process.
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It screams, "Ouch! Stop, I wasn't going to..."
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The horkosgrampus---kind of lazily drifting about thus far---stir
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from complacency at the first scent of blood. But they snap to
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ravenous attention at the first utterance of a possible lie.
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Finally (an instant later) the magic missile strikes its target and
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the thief splatters like a wet paper bag full of soup hitting the
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ground.
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It sputters and coughs and screams, "I wasn't going to! Please, you
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can have it! I wasn't going to take it! I don't even want it! It's
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yours!"
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And the horkosgrampus fucking lose their minds. They stop being mere
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toothy scavenger whales, and instead become the ravenous, wrathful
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instruments of the god of oaths and promises. They descend upon the
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liar in a fury of teeth and tusks. First Mate "Lucky" Three-Fingered
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Gerald cackles with depraved, unhinged mirth as he is torn to shreds.
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In the end a single golden orb---his false eye---is all that is left of
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the would-be thief of the second Ginnarak Crystal.
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The eye and the crystal slowly emerge from the horkosgrampus frenzy,
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hovering suspended above the harrowkrake trench.
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THING THE SECOND
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Remember there are two extremely interesting and complicated things
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happening all at once?
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The second thing is this.
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First, Corraidhín lets loose his magic missile at Three-Fingered
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Gerald. Then, as he is being pulled down by the undead pirate
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skeleton, he lets loose a fork bomb.
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The fork bomb is also known as a 'rabbit attack' because the rapidity
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with which it spawns new processes resembles the fecundity of
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breeding rabbits.
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So here's what it looks like. The skeleton pulls Corraidhín downward.
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Corraidhín points and clicks. Pew, pew. A single small sea bunny slug
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wriggles its way between the skeleton's fingers where it has a hold
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of the sysorcerer's ankle. Another two wriggle out. Then four, eight,
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sixteen. In an instant there are dozens, hundreds, thousands,
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millions of the tiny slugs in the hold of the ship.
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Everything, every living entity, every process, light and sound and
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thought itself, it all grinds to a halt as the sea bunnies continue
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to multiply until billions and trillions of them squeeze and burrow
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their way amongst molecules, betwixt atoms, and into the quantum foam
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between subatomic particles.
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The ship and everything on it and inside it---including the original
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merbear and tardigrade---collapse into a singularity. It continues to
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exist in this moment in space and time but only as a static snapshot
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of the moment that its operating system crashed. It is a mirage, a
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core memory dump, a segmentation fault, a flickering feedback loop,
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the same two to three seconds endlessly repeating: Corraidhín backed
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into a corner, and pointing a finger at a skeleton, and then BANG!
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over and over and over again.
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Corraidhín, you can continue to act and move, but your have become
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unhinged and unattached from this moment in space and time. You can
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interact with entities inside the ship, but will struggle mightily to
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comprehend and interact with entities outside the fork bomb.
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Outside observers see the SS RSS become paper thin and translucent as
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it starts to lose its footing in this plane of reality.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00080.html)
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www/index.html
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<li><a href="#00032" id="toc-00032">00032</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00033" id="toc-00033">00033</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00034" id="toc-00034">00034</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00035" id="toc-00035">00035</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 28654 words / 122 minute read.</p>
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<p>There have been 117 messages posted over 119 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .98.</p>
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<p>Total length: 29826 words / 127 minute read.</p>
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<p>There have been 122 messages posted over 120 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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</details>
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<ul>
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<li>Player: sinatra</li>
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2, Combat Magic 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: Sword of Yam’L, Ginnarak Crystal (Earth)</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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</ol></li>
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<li><ol start="2" type="1">
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<li><strong>Pocket Sand</strong> (Overcome a foe while blinded
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yourself): You have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit, or
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rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
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yourself): You always have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit,
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or rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
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foe.</li>
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</ol></li>
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<li><ol start="3" type="1">
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getting away.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00066.html">www</a></p>
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00070.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00035">00035</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Shouting in the direction of the grampus “Yo! That dude is definitely
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going to forget us. We’re almost the definition of forgettable, I mean
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it’s not like we’re some kind of murderous hobos or something!”</p>
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<p>While shouting Corraidhin takes aim, and slings his magic missing at
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the figure, aiming for a kill. (Meta: I’d like to spend that xp now,
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lets take this sucker down).</p>
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<p>After the missile flies loose the skeleton begins to pull Corraidhin
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back into the hull of the ship, he kicks desperately at the boney
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clutches desperately trying to break free.</p>
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<p>“I always knew I’d go out fighting some undead spooky thing. If you
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don’t become a necromancer, you end up some necromancers thrall.” at
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least, that’s what Kevin used to tell me. I always thought he was being
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melodramatic.</p>
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<p>As the skeleton drags Corraidhin back through the hatch he grabs the
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dagger, in a vein attempt to ready himself.</p>
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<p>“I guess this is it my Stabby friend, time to show these Skeletons
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what happens when you back a Sysorceor into a corner”</p>
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<p>And with that Corraidhin activates his fork bomb.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While feeding their jellyfish bites of wasabi pear and watching the
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sysorcerer investigate the hull, Inky eventually notices movement in the
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direction of the ship’s deck in the form of a figure crawling out of the
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hatch with a bundle. Inky squints at the retreating form. Could it be
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another retrieval team, or a rogue agent? Master Corraidhín would
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probably not be pleased if the crystal melon were to fall into unknown
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hands, never mind of those whose names don’t start with the letter “B”
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and end in the letter “r”.</p>
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<p>Sparing a brief second to lament the waste of a perfectly good snack,
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Inky reaches into their bag and lobs a spiky chestnut cluster at the
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figure’s breathing bell from the opening of their bubblebee, followed by
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a glass bottle of blahoblin shoe polish. The glass shatters on impact,
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sending the dark, sticky and somewhat pungent substance all over the
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figure’s (punctured) breathing bell and face.</p>
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<p>As Inky’s bubblebee floats up a little closer to the figure, Inky
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tosses a smaller bottle at the figure, this time of some synthetic blood
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from another brick that Inky had set aside for experiments of a
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different sort. At the last moment the thruster accelerates, Inky throws
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their paring knife at the bundle where the cord hugged the figure’s
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waist, before veering away just as quickly as the horkosgrampus nearby
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catch a whiff of the blood.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p><strong>RETCON</strong>: It has been brought to our attention that
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the <code>scp</code> spell does not <em>move</em> an entity, but merely
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copies it from one location to another. As such, the original merbear
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and tardigrade are still on the deck of the SS RSS. Their facsimiles are
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present near where Inky used to be.</p>
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<p>Okay so two extremely interesting and complicated things happen all
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at once and in quick succession. It’s very chaotic and explosive and
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cinematic.</p>
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<p>THING THE FIRST</p>
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<p>Corraidhín aims his shootin’ finger—the one that resolutely,
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emphatically mashes the Enter key when deploying to production—at the
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floaty thief. The very same second he fires off the magic missile, he
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sees the figure jerk as a small projectile first punctures its jellyfish
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helmet and then coats its entire cranial area in black ink.</p>
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<p>It screams, “Aw, fuck!”</p>
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<p>The breathing bell is having none of this shit, thank you very much,
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and detaches itself from the figure’s head and starts to propel itself
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away. As such, the figure no longer has access to breathable air.</p>
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<p>It screams, “No, wait!”</p>
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<p>And then a fine blade juts out from the bubblebee severing the cord
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connecting the floating bundle to the would-be thief. The blade scoops
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out a hunk of flesh from the thief’s hip in the process.</p>
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<p>It screams, “Ouch! Stop, I wasn’t going to…”</p>
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<p>The horkosgrampus—kind of lazily drifting about thus far—stir from
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complacency at the first scent of blood. But they snap to ravenous
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attention at the first utterance of a possible lie.</p>
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<p>Finally (an instant later) the magic missile strikes its target and
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the thief splatters like a wet paper bag full of soup hitting the
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ground.</p>
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<p>It sputters and coughs and screams, “I wasn’t going to! Please, you
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can have it! I wasn’t going to take it! I don’t even want it! It’s
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yours!”</p>
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<p>And the horkosgrampus fucking lose their minds. They stop being mere
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toothy scavenger whales, and instead become the ravenous, wrathful
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instruments of the god of oaths and promises. They descend upon the liar
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in a fury of teeth and tusks. First Mate “Lucky” Three-Fingered Gerald
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cackles with depraved, unhinged mirth as he is torn to shreds. In the
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end a single golden orb—his false eye—is all that is left of the
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would-be thief of the second Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
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<p>The eye and the crystal slowly emerge from the horkosgrampus frenzy,
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hovering suspended above the harrowkrake trench.</p>
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<p>THING THE SECOND</p>
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<p>Remember there are two extremely interesting and complicated things
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happening all at once?</p>
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<p>The second thing is this.</p>
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<p>First, Corraidhín lets loose his magic missile at Three-Fingered
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Gerald. Then, as he is being pulled down by the undead pirate skeleton,
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he lets loose a fork bomb.</p>
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<p>The fork bomb is also known as a ‘rabbit attack’ because the rapidity
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with which it spawns new processes resembles the fecundity of breeding
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rabbits.</p>
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<p>So here’s what it looks like. The skeleton pulls Corraidhín downward.
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Corraidhín points and clicks. Pew, pew. A single small sea bunny slug
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wriggles its way between the skeleton’s fingers where it has a hold of
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the sysorcerer’s ankle. Another two wriggle out. Then four, eight,
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sixteen. In an instant there are dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions
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of the tiny slugs in the hold of the ship.</p>
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<p>Everything, every living entity, every process, light and sound and
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thought itself, it all grinds to a halt as the sea bunnies continue to
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multiply until billions and trillions of them squeeze and burrow their
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way amongst molecules, betwixt atoms, and into the quantum foam between
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subatomic particles.</p>
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<p>The ship and everything on it and inside it—including the original
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merbear and tardigrade—collapse into a singularity. It continues to
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exist in this moment in space and time but only as a static snapshot of
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the moment that its operating system crashed. It is a mirage, a core
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memory dump, a segmentation fault, a flickering feedback loop, the same
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two to three seconds endlessly repeating: Corraidhín backed into a
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corner, and pointing a finger at a skeleton, and then BANG! over and
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over and over again.</p>
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<p>Corraidhín, you can continue to act and move, but your have become
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unhinged and unattached from this moment in space and time. You can
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interact with entities inside the ship, but will struggle mightily to
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comprehend and interact with entities outside the fork bomb.</p>
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<p>Outside observers see the SS RSS become paper thin and translucent as
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it starts to lose its footing in this plane of reality.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00080.html">www</a></p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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<title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
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<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
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<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
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<item>
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<title>33</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">33 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 15:58:50
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-0700</guid>
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<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 09:48:03 -0700</pubDate>
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<description>
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<![CDATA[
|
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<h3 id="00033">00033</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>At Master Corraidhín’s confirmation of the crystal’s
|
||||
presence within the shipwreck, Inky moves the bubblebee closer
|
||||
above the opening in the hull, adjusting the angle of the
|
||||
headlights so that a little more light falls over the gaping
|
||||
hole should the rest of the party wish to enter the ship
|
||||
through it.</p>
|
||||
<p>Next, Inky pulls out some wasabi pears from their bag,
|
||||
biting into one before dropping the others one at a time
|
||||
several paces apart, starting near the bow of the ship in a
|
||||
trail until a few roll down into the hole and land in a hollow
|
||||
thonks somewhere inside the ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>Inky then settles near the opening, partly-eaten pear in
|
||||
hand and waits for the source of the rustling sounds to
|
||||
emerge, if it decides to emerge at all.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>From their vantage point, Inky sees a figure crawl up onto
|
||||
the deck of the ship through a hatch from somewhere below. It
|
||||
appears to be wearing a breathing bell and a vest of weighted
|
||||
sandbags similar to yours. It is carrying a bulky bundle tied
|
||||
to its waist by a cord.</p>
|
||||
<p>It freezes when it sees the merbear and the tardigrade on
|
||||
ship deck. But then the bears are teleported to safety a few
|
||||
meters from the inkling. The figure looks around curiously and
|
||||
shrugs. It casts off some sandbags and starts rising up
|
||||
through the water toward the happy manta ray and the restless
|
||||
horkusgrampus. It looks down in your direction as it goes. Its
|
||||
face is somewhat blurred and obscured by the breathing bell,
|
||||
but you see a glint of gold as the light of your bubblebee
|
||||
reflects off one of its eyes.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Ah ha! Our prize is near then. And it looks like that bolt
|
||||
forced that squid monster thing back into its hole. Likely
|
||||
we’ll be alright to plum the depths here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Thank goodness our bears are safe, I should probably move
|
||||
them somewhere out of harms way, just in case.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>#!/bin/sh
|
||||
safety=$(find /ocean/* -perm 644 | head -n 1)
|
||||
for bear in merbear tardigrade; do
|
||||
sudo usermod -a -G party $bear
|
||||
sudo scp /ocean/shipwreck/$bear /ocean/$safety
|
||||
sudo chown corraidhin:party /ocean/$safety
|
||||
done
|
||||
sudo chown -R 770 /ocean/$safety</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>That should ward them sufficiently, now only the party
|
||||
members can come and go freely, and they’re part of the party.
|
||||
I’m positive nobody will complain, they might, but there won’t
|
||||
be anymore bolt mishaps this way at least..</p>
|
||||
<p>As Corraidhin finishes his relocation spell he creeps
|
||||
closer to the hull of the ship. “Lets see what we’re dealing
|
||||
with here..” he sticks his head into the opening looking about
|
||||
inside the wreckage, a small orb of light illuminates the tip
|
||||
of his right hand pointer finger, and he uses it to carefully
|
||||
probe around the opening as though it were a flash light.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhín cautiously explores the breach in the hull of
|
||||
the SS RSS. You poke your head in and see the cargo hold of
|
||||
the ship. The remains of some of the ship crew are here, long
|
||||
since picked clean by ocean critters. Their bones are bleached
|
||||
white and they grin mirthlessly at you. They are nestled in
|
||||
and amongst the spilled contents of several large chests:
|
||||
jewelry, gold coins, precious stones litter the floor of the
|
||||
ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>You do not see any lumpy, multi-faceted, blue and gold
|
||||
crystal melon here.</p>
|
||||
<p>The ship is resting mostly on its side, so its sloping
|
||||
“floor” is actually the ship wall. The hatch up to the upper
|
||||
deck is to your right, and as you enter the hold, someone or
|
||||
something shuts the hatch closed.</p>
|
||||
<p>A skeleton by the hull entrance crawls forward, trying to
|
||||
block your exit. And two more start to claw themselves up and
|
||||
free of the ship’s treasure, and they start to advance toward
|
||||
you.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00064.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
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</description>
|
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<item>
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<title>27</title>
|
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
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|
@ -234,68 +146,90 @@ sudo chown -R 770 /ocean/$safety</code></pre>
|
|||
</description>
|
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</item>
|
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<item>
|
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<title>32</title>
|
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<title>33</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">32 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:03
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">33 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 15:58:50
|
||||
-0700</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:12 -0700</pubDate>
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||||
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 09:48:03 -0700</pubDate>
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||||
<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00032">00032</h3>
|
||||
<h3 id="00033">00033</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Oh thank goodness, I thought I killed that innocent bear! I
|
||||
should probably be a little more careful with my spells..</p>
|
||||
<p>Nonetheless, we need to shed some light on what’s going on
|
||||
here, no sense in diving into the clutches of some evil sea
|
||||
creature blind.</p>
|
||||
<p>Gather himself, Corraidhin casts a fzf on the ship,
|
||||
searching for the creature inside</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
|
||||
<p>At Master Corraidhín’s confirmation of the crystal’s
|
||||
presence within the shipwreck, Inky moves the bubblebee closer
|
||||
above the opening in the hull, adjusting the angle of the
|
||||
headlights so that a little more light falls over the gaping
|
||||
hole should the rest of the party wish to enter the ship
|
||||
through it.</p>
|
||||
<p>Next, Inky pulls out some wasabi pears from their bag,
|
||||
biting into one before dropping the others one at a time
|
||||
several paces apart, starting near the bow of the ship in a
|
||||
trail until a few roll down into the hole and land in a hollow
|
||||
thonks somewhere inside the ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>Inky then settles near the opening, partly-eaten pear in
|
||||
hand and waits for the source of the rustling sounds to
|
||||
emerge, if it decides to emerge at all.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>From their vantage point, Inky sees a figure crawl up onto
|
||||
the deck of the ship through a hatch from somewhere below. It
|
||||
appears to be wearing a breathing bell and a vest of weighted
|
||||
sandbags similar to yours. It is carrying a bulky bundle tied
|
||||
to its waist by a cord.</p>
|
||||
<p>It freezes when it sees the merbear and the tardigrade on
|
||||
ship deck. But then the bears are teleported to safety a few
|
||||
meters from the inkling. The figure looks around curiously and
|
||||
shrugs. It casts off some sandbags and starts rising up
|
||||
through the water toward the happy manta ray and the restless
|
||||
horkusgrampus. It looks down in your direction as it goes. Its
|
||||
face is somewhat blurred and obscured by the breathing bell,
|
||||
but you see a glint of gold as the light of your bubblebee
|
||||
reflects off one of its eyes.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>t e n t a c l e</p>
|
||||
<p>Ah ha! Our prize is near then. And it looks like that bolt
|
||||
forced that squid monster thing back into its hole. Likely
|
||||
we’ll be alright to plum the depths here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Thank goodness our bears are safe, I should probably move
|
||||
them somewhere out of harms way, just in case.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>#!/bin/sh
|
||||
safety=$(find /ocean/* -perm 644 | head -n 1)
|
||||
for bear in merbear tardigrade; do
|
||||
sudo usermod -a -G party $bear
|
||||
sudo scp /ocean/shipwreck/$bear /ocean/$safety
|
||||
sudo chown corraidhin:party /ocean/$safety
|
||||
done
|
||||
sudo chown -R 770 /ocean/$safety</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>That should ward them sufficiently, now only the party
|
||||
members can come and go freely, and they’re part of the party.
|
||||
I’m positive nobody will complain, they might, but there won’t
|
||||
be anymore bolt mishaps this way at least..</p>
|
||||
<p>As Corraidhin finishes his relocation spell he creeps
|
||||
closer to the hull of the ship. “Lets see what we’re dealing
|
||||
with here..” he sticks his head into the opening looking about
|
||||
inside the wreckage, a small orb of light illuminates the tip
|
||||
of his right hand pointer finger, and he uses it to carefully
|
||||
probe around the opening as though it were a flash light.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Hmmm, no nothing too interesting there.. Maybe crystal?</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>c r y s t a l</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Blast! Why can’t I find anything.. The syscerroer muses for
|
||||
a moment.</p>
|
||||
<p>OH!</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf /sea/ship_wreck/interior</code></p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>t e n t a c l e</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>You probe the ship. You do not detect the presence of any
|
||||
tentacles inside the ship. But you do detect the presence of
|
||||
the crystal you seek.</p>
|
||||
<p>If you scan the trench, you will detect the presence of a
|
||||
<em>harrowkrake</em>. A colossal, many-tentacled sea monster
|
||||
with a plow shaped shell that it drags across the ocean floor,
|
||||
digging deep furrows. Kind of like if a giant squid could grow
|
||||
a nautilus shell. They are usually content to stay in their
|
||||
trenches, grabbing prey as it swims by with their long
|
||||
tentacles like some kind of nightmarish barnacle.</p>
|
||||
<p>The giant manta is still gliding around crunching on
|
||||
candies. A few blue spherical globules of harrowkrake blood
|
||||
float lazily upward from where Gabs got her stabs on,
|
||||
attracting the attention of a couple horkosgrampus. The manta
|
||||
gives them a wide berth but doesn’t otherwise seem too
|
||||
concerned about them.</p>
|
||||
<p>Horkosgrampus are toothy whales with a single long tusk.
|
||||
They are mostly scavengers, and are only provoked to violence
|
||||
in the presence of a lie or the breaking of an oath, in which
|
||||
case they go into a frenzy preying on the liar or liars. They
|
||||
can smell blood from a great distance, but can hear a lie from
|
||||
much further.</p>
|
||||
<p>You hear a thud from inside the ship, and a slow rustling
|
||||
like smooth stones rolling over each other. The ship settles a
|
||||
little further onto its side, and dangles just a little
|
||||
further over the harrowkrake trench.</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhín cautiously explores the breach in the hull of
|
||||
the SS RSS. You poke your head in and see the cargo hold of
|
||||
the ship. The remains of some of the ship crew are here, long
|
||||
since picked clean by ocean critters. Their bones are bleached
|
||||
white and they grin mirthlessly at you. They are nestled in
|
||||
and amongst the spilled contents of several large chests:
|
||||
jewelry, gold coins, precious stones litter the floor of the
|
||||
ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>You do not see any lumpy, multi-faceted, blue and gold
|
||||
crystal melon here.</p>
|
||||
<p>The ship is resting mostly on its side, so its sloping
|
||||
“floor” is actually the ship wall. The hatch up to the upper
|
||||
deck is to your right, and as you enter the hold, someone or
|
||||
something shuts the hatch closed.</p>
|
||||
<p>A skeleton by the hull entrance crawls forward, trying to
|
||||
block your exit. And two more start to claw themselves up and
|
||||
free of the ship’s treasure, and they start to advance toward
|
||||
you.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00060.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00064.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
@ -549,6 +483,72 @@ sudo chown -R 770 /ocean/$safety</code></pre>
|
|||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>32</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">32 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:03
|
||||
-0700</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:12 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00032">00032</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Oh thank goodness, I thought I killed that innocent bear! I
|
||||
should probably be a little more careful with my spells..</p>
|
||||
<p>Nonetheless, we need to shed some light on what’s going on
|
||||
here, no sense in diving into the clutches of some evil sea
|
||||
creature blind.</p>
|
||||
<p>Gather himself, Corraidhin casts a fzf on the ship,
|
||||
searching for the creature inside</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>t e n t a c l e</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Hmmm, no nothing too interesting there.. Maybe crystal?</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>c r y s t a l</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Blast! Why can’t I find anything.. The syscerroer muses for
|
||||
a moment.</p>
|
||||
<p>OH!</p>
|
||||
<p><code>sudo fzf /sea/ship_wreck/interior</code></p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>t e n t a c l e</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>You probe the ship. You do not detect the presence of any
|
||||
tentacles inside the ship. But you do detect the presence of
|
||||
the crystal you seek.</p>
|
||||
<p>If you scan the trench, you will detect the presence of a
|
||||
<em>harrowkrake</em>. A colossal, many-tentacled sea monster
|
||||
with a plow shaped shell that it drags across the ocean floor,
|
||||
digging deep furrows. Kind of like if a giant squid could grow
|
||||
a nautilus shell. They are usually content to stay in their
|
||||
trenches, grabbing prey as it swims by with their long
|
||||
tentacles like some kind of nightmarish barnacle.</p>
|
||||
<p>The giant manta is still gliding around crunching on
|
||||
candies. A few blue spherical globules of harrowkrake blood
|
||||
float lazily upward from where Gabs got her stabs on,
|
||||
attracting the attention of a couple horkosgrampus. The manta
|
||||
gives them a wide berth but doesn’t otherwise seem too
|
||||
concerned about them.</p>
|
||||
<p>Horkosgrampus are toothy whales with a single long tusk.
|
||||
They are mostly scavengers, and are only provoked to violence
|
||||
in the presence of a lie or the breaking of an oath, in which
|
||||
case they go into a frenzy preying on the liar or liars. They
|
||||
can smell blood from a great distance, but can hear a lie from
|
||||
much further.</p>
|
||||
<p>You hear a thud from inside the ship, and a slow rustling
|
||||
like smooth stones rolling over each other. The ship settles a
|
||||
little further onto its side, and dangles just a little
|
||||
further over the harrowkrake trench.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00060.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>29</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
|
@ -741,6 +741,61 @@ sudo chown -R 770 /ocean/$safety</code></pre>
|
|||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>31</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">31 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:11
|
||||
-0700</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:14 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00031">00031</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky follows behind the merbear at a healthy 2 meters’
|
||||
distance away in the bubblebee, the headlights illuminating a
|
||||
moderate distance ahead of the distraught bear as it darts
|
||||
after its brother.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the merbear homes in on the tardigrade near the ship
|
||||
deck, Inky keeps a lookout for any signs of movement or
|
||||
tentacles from behind or below the shipwreck. The bubblebee’s
|
||||
headlights cast an eerie shadow from the ship’s double masts
|
||||
even as it partly lights up the rim of a gaping hole in the
|
||||
hull.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>The tardigrade, still tucked into a ball, lands on the ship
|
||||
deck with a gentle thud. It rolls a couple of times and
|
||||
finally comes to rest against the rigging. The merbear reaches
|
||||
it a moment later and cradles its jelly-like body gently in
|
||||
its bear arms. “My brother!” it cries. “My dear bear
|
||||
brother!”</p>
|
||||
<p>The tardigrade slowly uncurls and stretches out and looks
|
||||
around, disoriented and bleary-eyed. It waggles its eight arms
|
||||
around experimentally, closes and opens its claws as though
|
||||
kneading the water. “Brother?” says the merbear in
|
||||
astonishment.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I am okay brother!” says the tardigrade. “We water bears
|
||||
are very hardy and resilient! It will take more than a mere
|
||||
other worldly tentacle attack and an arcane electric blast to
|
||||
do me in!”</p>
|
||||
<p>While the bears are having their teary-eyed reunion, you
|
||||
sense movement in the shadows deep in the ocean trench, over
|
||||
which protrude the ship’s masts. Your lights don’t penetrate
|
||||
the darkness enough to see what it was. But it was large. The
|
||||
very stuff that thalassophobia is made of.</p>
|
||||
<p>You also think you see a flash of gold as the light of the
|
||||
bubblebee reflects off of something inside the ship through
|
||||
the hole in the hull. Could it be the second Ginnarak
|
||||
Crystal?</p>
|
||||
<p>The breach in the hull is easily large enough to admit a
|
||||
medium sized creature such as an inkling in a bubblebee
|
||||
apparatus. Or a sysorcer or a lanky old half-devil tavern
|
||||
owner.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00056.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>22</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
|
@ -1226,57 +1281,69 @@ scp sysorceor.guild:/home/corraidhin/chest milkbase.alpha:/home/corraidhin/chest
|
|||
</description>
|
||||
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|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>31</title>
|
||||
<title>34</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">31 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:11
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">34 - Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:43:05
|
||||
-0700</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:14 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:43:08 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00031">00031</h3>
|
||||
<h3 id="00034">00034</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky follows behind the merbear at a healthy 2 meters’
|
||||
distance away in the bubblebee, the headlights illuminating a
|
||||
moderate distance ahead of the distraught bear as it darts
|
||||
after its brother.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the merbear homes in on the tardigrade near the ship
|
||||
deck, Inky keeps a lookout for any signs of movement or
|
||||
tentacles from behind or below the shipwreck. The bubblebee’s
|
||||
headlights cast an eerie shadow from the ship’s double masts
|
||||
even as it partly lights up the rim of a gaping hole in the
|
||||
hull.</p>
|
||||
<p>Fuck, skeletons? This is ridiculous, I did not sign up for
|
||||
underwater pirate skeletons.</p>
|
||||
<p>Reacting quickly Corraidhin prepares a fork bomb, if the
|
||||
skeletons are going to take him out, he’s going to take out
|
||||
those skeletons too.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>#!/bin/sh
|
||||
:(){
|
||||
:|:&
|
||||
};:</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>Hopefully I won’t have to use that. Corraidhin hoists
|
||||
himself up into the opening and begins targetting the
|
||||
skeletons one by one. No time for much fancy preparation here,
|
||||
just good old fashioned magic missiles strewn about the
|
||||
interior of the hull. While so doing Corraidhin glances around
|
||||
the treasure strewn hull, searching for the crystal, can’t
|
||||
blow the whole ship up if the prize is here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Then again, a magical item that powerful, could probably
|
||||
withstand a fork bomb pretty easily. It’s worth the risk if
|
||||
things get worse.</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhin ensures his back is to the opening, able to make
|
||||
a haphazard escape should the skeletons get the better of
|
||||
him.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>The tardigrade, still tucked into a ball, lands on the ship
|
||||
deck with a gentle thud. It rolls a couple of times and
|
||||
finally comes to rest against the rigging. The merbear reaches
|
||||
it a moment later and cradles its jelly-like body gently in
|
||||
its bear arms. “My brother!” it cries. “My dear bear
|
||||
brother!”</p>
|
||||
<p>The tardigrade slowly uncurls and stretches out and looks
|
||||
around, disoriented and bleary-eyed. It waggles its eight arms
|
||||
around experimentally, closes and opens its claws as though
|
||||
kneading the water. “Brother?” says the merbear in
|
||||
astonishment.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I am okay brother!” says the tardigrade. “We water bears
|
||||
are very hardy and resilient! It will take more than a mere
|
||||
other worldly tentacle attack and an arcane electric blast to
|
||||
do me in!”</p>
|
||||
<p>While the bears are having their teary-eyed reunion, you
|
||||
sense movement in the shadows deep in the ocean trench, over
|
||||
which protrude the ship’s masts. Your lights don’t penetrate
|
||||
the darkness enough to see what it was. But it was large. The
|
||||
very stuff that thalassophobia is made of.</p>
|
||||
<p>You also think you see a flash of gold as the light of the
|
||||
bubblebee reflects off of something inside the ship through
|
||||
the hole in the hull. Could it be the second Ginnarak
|
||||
Crystal?</p>
|
||||
<p>The breach in the hull is easily large enough to admit a
|
||||
medium sized creature such as an inkling in a bubblebee
|
||||
apparatus. Or a sysorcer or a lanky old half-devil tavern
|
||||
owner.</p>
|
||||
<!--
|
||||
Roll Do Anything 1 for magic missiles = 5
|
||||
success at cost
|
||||
//-->
|
||||
<p>You prep your fork bomb to keep in your back pocket as a
|
||||
last resort.</p>
|
||||
<p>In the meantime you start blasting skeletons. They maintain
|
||||
a slow advance but you able to pick them off slowly one by
|
||||
one. Bones splinter and fly apart.</p>
|
||||
<p>During your maneuvering, you get turned around and are
|
||||
backed into the corner with the hatch leading up to the upper
|
||||
deck. You reach behind yourself and fumble with the latch. One
|
||||
skeleton manages to get its bony claws around your ankle just
|
||||
as you open the hatch. You look behind you and see a human
|
||||
shaped figure floating away, illuminated in the beams of
|
||||
Inky’s bubblebee. It is toting a small bundle. Up above you
|
||||
can see the shadow of the manta ray gliding around eating
|
||||
candy, and the horkosgrampus idling in the absence of carrion
|
||||
or lies.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I thank ye, gents!” cries the figure down to you as it
|
||||
ascends. “You distracted the harrowkrake just long enough for
|
||||
me to get in that ship and grab what I needs!” It tugs on the
|
||||
cord attached to its bundle and laughs. “I shan’t forget ye!”
|
||||
It waves and gives a little salute.</p>
|
||||
<p>You have a magic missile loaded and ready to go. In a
|
||||
moment the figure will be out of range. You can blast it now
|
||||
and risk being pulled down by the skeleton. Or you can blast
|
||||
the skeleton and risk the figure getting away.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00056.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00070.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
@ -1384,69 +1451,155 @@ scp sysorceor.guild:/home/corraidhin/chest milkbase.alpha:/home/corraidhin/chest
|
|||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>34</title>
|
||||
<title>35</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">34 - Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:43:05
|
||||
<guid isPermaLink="false">35 - Wed, 09 Nov 2022 12:34:03
|
||||
-0700</guid>
|
||||
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:43:08 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2022 21:49:20 -0700</pubDate>
|
||||
<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00034">00034</h3>
|
||||
<h3 id="00035">00035</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Fuck, skeletons? This is ridiculous, I did not sign up for
|
||||
underwater pirate skeletons.</p>
|
||||
<p>Reacting quickly Corraidhin prepares a fork bomb, if the
|
||||
skeletons are going to take him out, he’s going to take out
|
||||
those skeletons too.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>#!/bin/sh
|
||||
:(){
|
||||
:|:&
|
||||
};:</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>Hopefully I won’t have to use that. Corraidhin hoists
|
||||
himself up into the opening and begins targetting the
|
||||
skeletons one by one. No time for much fancy preparation here,
|
||||
just good old fashioned magic missiles strewn about the
|
||||
interior of the hull. While so doing Corraidhin glances around
|
||||
the treasure strewn hull, searching for the crystal, can’t
|
||||
blow the whole ship up if the prize is here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Then again, a magical item that powerful, could probably
|
||||
withstand a fork bomb pretty easily. It’s worth the risk if
|
||||
things get worse.</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhin ensures his back is to the opening, able to make
|
||||
a haphazard escape should the skeletons get the better of
|
||||
him.</p>
|
||||
<p>Shouting in the direction of the grampus “Yo! That dude is
|
||||
definitely going to forget us. We’re almost the definition of
|
||||
forgettable, I mean it’s not like we’re some kind of murderous
|
||||
hobos or something!”</p>
|
||||
<p>While shouting Corraidhin takes aim, and slings his magic
|
||||
missing at the figure, aiming for a kill. (Meta: I’d like to
|
||||
spend that xp now, lets take this sucker down).</p>
|
||||
<p>After the missile flies loose the skeleton begins to pull
|
||||
Corraidhin back into the hull of the ship, he kicks
|
||||
desperately at the boney clutches desperately trying to break
|
||||
free.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I always knew I’d go out fighting some undead spooky
|
||||
thing. If you don’t become a necromancer, you end up some
|
||||
necromancers thrall.” at least, that’s what Kevin used to tell
|
||||
me. I always thought he was being melodramatic.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the skeleton drags Corraidhin back through the hatch he
|
||||
grabs the dagger, in a vein attempt to ready himself.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I guess this is it my Stabby friend, time to show these
|
||||
Skeletons what happens when you back a Sysorceor into a
|
||||
corner”</p>
|
||||
<p>And with that Corraidhin activates his fork bomb.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<!--
|
||||
Roll Do Anything 1 for magic missiles = 5
|
||||
success at cost
|
||||
//-->
|
||||
<p>You prep your fork bomb to keep in your back pocket as a
|
||||
last resort.</p>
|
||||
<p>In the meantime you start blasting skeletons. They maintain
|
||||
a slow advance but you able to pick them off slowly one by
|
||||
one. Bones splinter and fly apart.</p>
|
||||
<p>During your maneuvering, you get turned around and are
|
||||
backed into the corner with the hatch leading up to the upper
|
||||
deck. You reach behind yourself and fumble with the latch. One
|
||||
skeleton manages to get its bony claws around your ankle just
|
||||
as you open the hatch. You look behind you and see a human
|
||||
shaped figure floating away, illuminated in the beams of
|
||||
Inky’s bubblebee. It is toting a small bundle. Up above you
|
||||
can see the shadow of the manta ray gliding around eating
|
||||
candy, and the horkosgrampus idling in the absence of carrion
|
||||
or lies.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I thank ye, gents!” cries the figure down to you as it
|
||||
ascends. “You distracted the harrowkrake just long enough for
|
||||
me to get in that ship and grab what I needs!” It tugs on the
|
||||
cord attached to its bundle and laughs. “I shan’t forget ye!”
|
||||
It waves and gives a little salute.</p>
|
||||
<p>You have a magic missile loaded and ready to go. In a
|
||||
moment the figure will be out of range. You can blast it now
|
||||
and risk being pulled down by the skeleton. Or you can blast
|
||||
the skeleton and risk the figure getting away.</p>
|
||||
<p>~</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>While feeding their jellyfish bites of wasabi pear and
|
||||
watching the sysorcerer investigate the hull, Inky eventually
|
||||
notices movement in the direction of the ship’s deck in the
|
||||
form of a figure crawling out of the hatch with a bundle. Inky
|
||||
squints at the retreating form. Could it be another retrieval
|
||||
team, or a rogue agent? Master Corraidhín would probably not
|
||||
be pleased if the crystal melon were to fall into unknown
|
||||
hands, never mind of those whose names don’t start with the
|
||||
letter “B” and end in the letter “r”.</p>
|
||||
<p>Sparing a brief second to lament the waste of a perfectly
|
||||
good snack, Inky reaches into their bag and lobs a spiky
|
||||
chestnut cluster at the figure’s breathing bell from the
|
||||
opening of their bubblebee, followed by a glass bottle of
|
||||
blahoblin shoe polish. The glass shatters on impact, sending
|
||||
the dark, sticky and somewhat pungent substance all over the
|
||||
figure’s (punctured) breathing bell and face.</p>
|
||||
<p>As Inky’s bubblebee floats up a little closer to the
|
||||
figure, Inky tosses a smaller bottle at the figure, this time
|
||||
of some synthetic blood from another brick that Inky had set
|
||||
aside for experiments of a different sort. At the last moment
|
||||
the thruster accelerates, Inky throws their paring knife at
|
||||
the bundle where the cord hugged the figure’s waist, before
|
||||
veering away just as quickly as the horkosgrampus nearby catch
|
||||
a whiff of the blood.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p><strong>RETCON</strong>: It has been brought to our
|
||||
attention that the <code>scp</code> spell does not
|
||||
<em>move</em> an entity, but merely copies it from one
|
||||
location to another. As such, the original merbear and
|
||||
tardigrade are still on the deck of the SS RSS. Their
|
||||
facsimiles are present near where Inky used to be.</p>
|
||||
<p>Okay so two extremely interesting and complicated things
|
||||
happen all at once and in quick succession. It’s very chaotic
|
||||
and explosive and cinematic.</p>
|
||||
<p>THING THE FIRST</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhín aims his shootin’ finger—the one that
|
||||
resolutely, emphatically mashes the Enter key when deploying
|
||||
to production—at the floaty thief. The very same second he
|
||||
fires off the magic missile, he sees the figure jerk as a
|
||||
small projectile first punctures its jellyfish helmet and then
|
||||
coats its entire cranial area in black ink.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “Aw, fuck!”</p>
|
||||
<p>The breathing bell is having none of this shit, thank you
|
||||
very much, and detaches itself from the figure’s head and
|
||||
starts to propel itself away. As such, the figure no longer
|
||||
has access to breathable air.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “No, wait!”</p>
|
||||
<p>And then a fine blade juts out from the bubblebee severing
|
||||
the cord connecting the floating bundle to the would-be thief.
|
||||
The blade scoops out a hunk of flesh from the thief’s hip in
|
||||
the process.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “Ouch! Stop, I wasn’t going to…”</p>
|
||||
<p>The horkosgrampus—kind of lazily drifting about thus
|
||||
far—stir from complacency at the first scent of blood. But
|
||||
they snap to ravenous attention at the first utterance of a
|
||||
possible lie.</p>
|
||||
<p>Finally (an instant later) the magic missile strikes its
|
||||
target and the thief splatters like a wet paper bag full of
|
||||
soup hitting the ground.</p>
|
||||
<p>It sputters and coughs and screams, “I wasn’t going to!
|
||||
Please, you can have it! I wasn’t going to take it! I don’t
|
||||
even want it! It’s yours!”</p>
|
||||
<p>And the horkosgrampus fucking lose their minds. They stop
|
||||
being mere toothy scavenger whales, and instead become the
|
||||
ravenous, wrathful instruments of the god of oaths and
|
||||
promises. They descend upon the liar in a fury of teeth and
|
||||
tusks. First Mate “Lucky” Three-Fingered Gerald cackles with
|
||||
depraved, unhinged mirth as he is torn to shreds. In the end a
|
||||
single golden orb—his false eye—is all that is left of the
|
||||
would-be thief of the second Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
|
||||
<p>The eye and the crystal slowly emerge from the
|
||||
horkosgrampus frenzy, hovering suspended above the harrowkrake
|
||||
trench.</p>
|
||||
<p>THING THE SECOND</p>
|
||||
<p>Remember there are two extremely interesting and
|
||||
complicated things happening all at once?</p>
|
||||
<p>The second thing is this.</p>
|
||||
<p>First, Corraidhín lets loose his magic missile at
|
||||
Three-Fingered Gerald. Then, as he is being pulled down by the
|
||||
undead pirate skeleton, he lets loose a fork bomb.</p>
|
||||
<p>The fork bomb is also known as a ‘rabbit attack’ because
|
||||
the rapidity with which it spawns new processes resembles the
|
||||
fecundity of breeding rabbits.</p>
|
||||
<p>So here’s what it looks like. The skeleton pulls Corraidhín
|
||||
downward. Corraidhín points and clicks. Pew, pew. A single
|
||||
small sea bunny slug wriggles its way between the skeleton’s
|
||||
fingers where it has a hold of the sysorcerer’s ankle. Another
|
||||
two wriggle out. Then four, eight, sixteen. In an instant
|
||||
there are dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions of the tiny
|
||||
slugs in the hold of the ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>Everything, every living entity, every process, light and
|
||||
sound and thought itself, it all grinds to a halt as the sea
|
||||
bunnies continue to multiply until billions and trillions of
|
||||
them squeeze and burrow their way amongst molecules, betwixt
|
||||
atoms, and into the quantum foam between subatomic
|
||||
particles.</p>
|
||||
<p>The ship and everything on it and inside it—including the
|
||||
original merbear and tardigrade—collapse into a singularity.
|
||||
It continues to exist in this moment in space and time but
|
||||
only as a static snapshot of the moment that its operating
|
||||
system crashed. It is a mirage, a core memory dump, a
|
||||
segmentation fault, a flickering feedback loop, the same two
|
||||
to three seconds endlessly repeating: Corraidhín backed into a
|
||||
corner, and pointing a finger at a skeleton, and then BANG!
|
||||
over and over and over again.</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhín, you can continue to act and move, but your have
|
||||
become unhinged and unattached from this moment in space and
|
||||
time. You can interact with entities inside the ship, but will
|
||||
struggle mightily to comprehend and interact with entities
|
||||
outside the fork bomb.</p>
|
||||
<p>Outside observers see the SS RSS become paper thin and
|
||||
translucent as it starts to lose its footing in this plane of
|
||||
reality.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00066.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00080.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -256,6 +256,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
|
|||
<li><a href="#00032" id="toc-00032">00032</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00033" id="toc-00033">00033</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00034" id="toc-00034">00034</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00035" id="toc-00035">00035</a></li>
|
||||
</ul></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
|
||||
|
@ -268,9 +269,9 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
|
|||
</ul>
|
||||
</nav>
|
||||
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
|
||||
<p>Total length: 28654 words / 122 minute read.</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 117 messages posted over 119 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .98.</p>
|
||||
<p>Total length: 29826 words / 127 minute read.</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 122 messages posted over 120 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
|
||||
<h2 id="about">About</h2>
|
||||
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
|
||||
email.</p>
|
||||
|
@ -307,8 +308,8 @@ story entirely.</p>
|
|||
</details>
|
||||
<ul>
|
||||
<li>Player: sinatra</li>
|
||||
<li>XP: 1</li>
|
||||
<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2</li>
|
||||
<li>XP: 0</li>
|
||||
<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2, Combat Magic 2</li>
|
||||
<li>Equipment: Sword of Yam’L, Ginnarak Crystal (Earth)</li>
|
||||
</ul>
|
||||
<p>Paths:</p>
|
||||
|
@ -580,8 +581,8 @@ otherwise worse off than you.</li>
|
|||
</ol></li>
|
||||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||||
<li><strong>Pocket Sand</strong> (Overcome a foe while blinded
|
||||
yourself): You have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit, or
|
||||
rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
|
||||
yourself): You always have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit,
|
||||
or rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
|
||||
foe.</li>
|
||||
</ol></li>
|
||||
<li><ol start="3" type="1">
|
||||
|
@ -3415,7 +3416,131 @@ down by the skeleton. Or you can blast the skeleton and risk the figure
|
|||
getting away.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00066.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00070.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
<h3 id="00035">00035</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Shouting in the direction of the grampus “Yo! That dude is definitely
|
||||
going to forget us. We’re almost the definition of forgettable, I mean
|
||||
it’s not like we’re some kind of murderous hobos or something!”</p>
|
||||
<p>While shouting Corraidhin takes aim, and slings his magic missing at
|
||||
the figure, aiming for a kill. (Meta: I’d like to spend that xp now,
|
||||
lets take this sucker down).</p>
|
||||
<p>After the missile flies loose the skeleton begins to pull Corraidhin
|
||||
back into the hull of the ship, he kicks desperately at the boney
|
||||
clutches desperately trying to break free.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I always knew I’d go out fighting some undead spooky thing. If you
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don’t become a necromancer, you end up some necromancers thrall.” at
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least, that’s what Kevin used to tell me. I always thought he was being
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melodramatic.</p>
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<p>As the skeleton drags Corraidhin back through the hatch he grabs the
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dagger, in a vein attempt to ready himself.</p>
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<p>“I guess this is it my Stabby friend, time to show these Skeletons
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what happens when you back a Sysorceor into a corner”</p>
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<p>And with that Corraidhin activates his fork bomb.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While feeding their jellyfish bites of wasabi pear and watching the
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sysorcerer investigate the hull, Inky eventually notices movement in the
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direction of the ship’s deck in the form of a figure crawling out of the
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hatch with a bundle. Inky squints at the retreating form. Could it be
|
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another retrieval team, or a rogue agent? Master Corraidhín would
|
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probably not be pleased if the crystal melon were to fall into unknown
|
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hands, never mind of those whose names don’t start with the letter “B”
|
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and end in the letter “r”.</p>
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<p>Sparing a brief second to lament the waste of a perfectly good snack,
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Inky reaches into their bag and lobs a spiky chestnut cluster at the
|
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figure’s breathing bell from the opening of their bubblebee, followed by
|
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a glass bottle of blahoblin shoe polish. The glass shatters on impact,
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sending the dark, sticky and somewhat pungent substance all over the
|
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figure’s (punctured) breathing bell and face.</p>
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||||
<p>As Inky’s bubblebee floats up a little closer to the figure, Inky
|
||||
tosses a smaller bottle at the figure, this time of some synthetic blood
|
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from another brick that Inky had set aside for experiments of a
|
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different sort. At the last moment the thruster accelerates, Inky throws
|
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their paring knife at the bundle where the cord hugged the figure’s
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waist, before veering away just as quickly as the horkosgrampus nearby
|
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catch a whiff of the blood.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p><strong>RETCON</strong>: It has been brought to our attention that
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the <code>scp</code> spell does not <em>move</em> an entity, but merely
|
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copies it from one location to another. As such, the original merbear
|
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and tardigrade are still on the deck of the SS RSS. Their facsimiles are
|
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present near where Inky used to be.</p>
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<p>Okay so two extremely interesting and complicated things happen all
|
||||
at once and in quick succession. It’s very chaotic and explosive and
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cinematic.</p>
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<p>THING THE FIRST</p>
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||||
<p>Corraidhín aims his shootin’ finger—the one that resolutely,
|
||||
emphatically mashes the Enter key when deploying to production—at the
|
||||
floaty thief. The very same second he fires off the magic missile, he
|
||||
sees the figure jerk as a small projectile first punctures its jellyfish
|
||||
helmet and then coats its entire cranial area in black ink.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “Aw, fuck!”</p>
|
||||
<p>The breathing bell is having none of this shit, thank you very much,
|
||||
and detaches itself from the figure’s head and starts to propel itself
|
||||
away. As such, the figure no longer has access to breathable air.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “No, wait!”</p>
|
||||
<p>And then a fine blade juts out from the bubblebee severing the cord
|
||||
connecting the floating bundle to the would-be thief. The blade scoops
|
||||
out a hunk of flesh from the thief’s hip in the process.</p>
|
||||
<p>It screams, “Ouch! Stop, I wasn’t going to…”</p>
|
||||
<p>The horkosgrampus—kind of lazily drifting about thus far—stir from
|
||||
complacency at the first scent of blood. But they snap to ravenous
|
||||
attention at the first utterance of a possible lie.</p>
|
||||
<p>Finally (an instant later) the magic missile strikes its target and
|
||||
the thief splatters like a wet paper bag full of soup hitting the
|
||||
ground.</p>
|
||||
<p>It sputters and coughs and screams, “I wasn’t going to! Please, you
|
||||
can have it! I wasn’t going to take it! I don’t even want it! It’s
|
||||
yours!”</p>
|
||||
<p>And the horkosgrampus fucking lose their minds. They stop being mere
|
||||
toothy scavenger whales, and instead become the ravenous, wrathful
|
||||
instruments of the god of oaths and promises. They descend upon the liar
|
||||
in a fury of teeth and tusks. First Mate “Lucky” Three-Fingered Gerald
|
||||
cackles with depraved, unhinged mirth as he is torn to shreds. In the
|
||||
end a single golden orb—his false eye—is all that is left of the
|
||||
would-be thief of the second Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
|
||||
<p>The eye and the crystal slowly emerge from the horkosgrampus frenzy,
|
||||
hovering suspended above the harrowkrake trench.</p>
|
||||
<p>THING THE SECOND</p>
|
||||
<p>Remember there are two extremely interesting and complicated things
|
||||
happening all at once?</p>
|
||||
<p>The second thing is this.</p>
|
||||
<p>First, Corraidhín lets loose his magic missile at Three-Fingered
|
||||
Gerald. Then, as he is being pulled down by the undead pirate skeleton,
|
||||
he lets loose a fork bomb.</p>
|
||||
<p>The fork bomb is also known as a ‘rabbit attack’ because the rapidity
|
||||
with which it spawns new processes resembles the fecundity of breeding
|
||||
rabbits.</p>
|
||||
<p>So here’s what it looks like. The skeleton pulls Corraidhín downward.
|
||||
Corraidhín points and clicks. Pew, pew. A single small sea bunny slug
|
||||
wriggles its way between the skeleton’s fingers where it has a hold of
|
||||
the sysorcerer’s ankle. Another two wriggle out. Then four, eight,
|
||||
sixteen. In an instant there are dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions
|
||||
of the tiny slugs in the hold of the ship.</p>
|
||||
<p>Everything, every living entity, every process, light and sound and
|
||||
thought itself, it all grinds to a halt as the sea bunnies continue to
|
||||
multiply until billions and trillions of them squeeze and burrow their
|
||||
way amongst molecules, betwixt atoms, and into the quantum foam between
|
||||
subatomic particles.</p>
|
||||
<p>The ship and everything on it and inside it—including the original
|
||||
merbear and tardigrade—collapse into a singularity. It continues to
|
||||
exist in this moment in space and time but only as a static snapshot of
|
||||
the moment that its operating system crashed. It is a mirage, a core
|
||||
memory dump, a segmentation fault, a flickering feedback loop, the same
|
||||
two to three seconds endlessly repeating: Corraidhín backed into a
|
||||
corner, and pointing a finger at a skeleton, and then BANG! over and
|
||||
over and over again.</p>
|
||||
<p>Corraidhín, you can continue to act and move, but your have become
|
||||
unhinged and unattached from this moment in space and time. You can
|
||||
interact with entities inside the ship, but will struggle mightily to
|
||||
comprehend and interact with entities outside the fork bomb.</p>
|
||||
<p>Outside observers see the SS RSS become paper thin and translucent as
|
||||
it starts to lose its footing in this plane of reality.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00080.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
|
||||
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
|
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