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Dwarf Fortress => DF Community Games & Stories => Topic started by: RabidAnubis on July 18, 2011, 07:33:11 pm
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I, RabidAnubis, the supposed mason of the team sat in the lodge of the tavern, before their final embark to this surprisingly average terrain. But my fellow dwarves and I have a goal. We want to break the peace. Elves of the woods and Dwarves of the cavern cannot get along in peace. We need wood. Right now, two friends of mine Charismatic were arguing over the leadership of this hellhole. "Okay? Can we be quiet? We have a job to do!"
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"Shut up! I just want to mine, get drunk, and forget this whole damn day! then I'll wake up and repeat the process! ehehe..." rambled The Master, the team's miner.
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'Shut up ya lazy blockbuilding autist!' The Militia Commander HorridOwn4ge yelled. 'We can use the Elves for their wondrous "gifts" to our people better known as stripping them naked throw them out of our fort and then seize all what is ours".
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"yeeeahhhh...what heee shleeead......." and with that being said, the poor miner passed out, but not before having finished ALL of the dwarven wine.
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At this point I did not know weather or not this was a good idea. It seemed that we had at least one delusional along with us, a person who is in good taste also. But, the other members are quiet. Is this an issue?
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At this point I did not know weather or not this was a good idea. It seemed that we had at least one delusional along with us, a person who is in good taste also. But, the other members are quiet. Is this an issue?
No it's a choice they don't need to talk if they don't want to.
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(My guy is writting in letter format. He is in character right now.)
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"Oh...Wha?! WHAT THE...WHERE THE...SHIT, WHERE'S ARMOK?!" complains The Master, getting off the floor of the tavern.
"Ah. I'm not dead. Fuck. HEY, MASON, GIMMIE THAT...WRITER THINGY!!!!!!" he screams, snatching the quill from RabidAnubis.
"HEEHHEHE!! LOOK AT ME! I'M AN ELF! OOOOH! MORE BEEEEEEEEEEER!" Insane with sudden alcohol cravings, The Master grabs a keg of dwarven moonshine, rips the cap off, and proceeds to pour the ENTIRE barrel down his windpipe.
The Master has drowned!
(out of character) Just kidding.
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Why the hell did I take the soul of a Dwarf? I'm the god of Fucking embalmnation, not a death on a party to their doom.
"I can't give the journal to you. But I can prepare you a great tomb if you find it necessary." While no one is looking, a few lines appear on my page. I looked up at them and smiled.
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"Damn it! NO MORE BEER?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?! I HATE THIS PLACE, THIS PLACE SUCKS!! WAAAAAAAHHHHAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Master is throwing a tantrum!
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The Master has calmed down.
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I am confused by this action...
RabidAnubis realizes people are wondering how he is writing in his journal without a quill. He picks it up as a prop.
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Only then does Electriger notice the noisy rabble.
He yells RabidAnubis' head off, for ripping out a feather from his favorite rooster.
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"STOP YELLING AT ME FOR THE SAKE OF ARMOK! I'm WRITTING THIS STUFF DOWN!"
RabidAnubis returns to writing.
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"STOP YELLING AT ME FOR THE SAKE OF ARMOK! I'm WRITTING THIS STUFF DOWN!"
RabidAnubis returns to writing.
*Gains a British accent. "I'm tired of waiting, good sir. I'm sober, and I can't be quite so rude when I'm in such a state as this. Please, can we get a move on?"
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-posting to follow and contribute when my dwarf finaly arrives on the scene-