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DF Adventure Mode Discussion / Re: What's going on in your adventure?
« on: June 21, 2017, 12:58:17 pm »
Recently, I have been attempting to kill the world. Venturing through villages and fortresses, I have slaughtered whole populations, over 140 people dying at the hands of my sword. If someone escaped, I would track their trail as far as it went, and if there was no trail, I would await their return. However, I soon grew bored of waiting, and devised a method of stopping people from ever escaping: throwing stuff at them.
First, I stole a few knives and daggers, and levelled up by throwing them at an annoying pigeon. However, my first taste of the power of throwing stuff was yet to come.
I had been attempting to destroy the population of a small village, but the mayor kept escaping, and I was having difficulty tracking him. Eventually, I found him cowering in the hillside. He turned to run, but I was ready. My dagger spun through the air, tearing through his right cheek, destroying his tongue and embedding itself in his left cheek. With the pain slowing him and a telltale trail of blood, I could easily track and dispatch him
Soon after that, I began collecting pebbles and coins to throw too. At that point, I had begun to perfect my technique: I would first walk into a room filled with victims. The few standing by the doorway would be killed instantly, my sword cleaving through their necks. Some tried to run, but this was a mistake, for they were greeted by a positive hail of pebbles and coins, breaking their bones, tearing at their muscles and severing nerves. Those who were not killed were immobilised, and could soon be dispatched. And all this before they had time to cross the room.
Sometimes, someone would try to fight me. A farmer armed with a knife, or maybe even a soldier. Luckily, I had a technique for this too. First, I would launch a dagger at them, tearing through their legs and knocking them to the ground. But even crippled, they could still be dangerous. It is because of this that I threw my knife at them, severing their heads and finally killing them.
Via this method, I have killed over 140 people. I have destroyed civilization in the Hills of Admiration. And I will eventually destroy the world. I am Bob Umerkad.
First, I stole a few knives and daggers, and levelled up by throwing them at an annoying pigeon. However, my first taste of the power of throwing stuff was yet to come.
I had been attempting to destroy the population of a small village, but the mayor kept escaping, and I was having difficulty tracking him. Eventually, I found him cowering in the hillside. He turned to run, but I was ready. My dagger spun through the air, tearing through his right cheek, destroying his tongue and embedding itself in his left cheek. With the pain slowing him and a telltale trail of blood, I could easily track and dispatch him
Soon after that, I began collecting pebbles and coins to throw too. At that point, I had begun to perfect my technique: I would first walk into a room filled with victims. The few standing by the doorway would be killed instantly, my sword cleaving through their necks. Some tried to run, but this was a mistake, for they were greeted by a positive hail of pebbles and coins, breaking their bones, tearing at their muscles and severing nerves. Those who were not killed were immobilised, and could soon be dispatched. And all this before they had time to cross the room.
Sometimes, someone would try to fight me. A farmer armed with a knife, or maybe even a soldier. Luckily, I had a technique for this too. First, I would launch a dagger at them, tearing through their legs and knocking them to the ground. But even crippled, they could still be dangerous. It is because of this that I threw my knife at them, severing their heads and finally killing them.
Via this method, I have killed over 140 people. I have destroyed civilization in the Hills of Admiration. And I will eventually destroy the world. I am Bob Umerkad.
