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Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on September 25, 2012, 09:38:51 pm

Good news! As of now, a TV Tropes link leads TO the Drunk Fortress Tropes page! Check Epic Fail.

Smexellent. Linky?

People always get angry at me when I post TV Tropes links...and Epic Rail's not a hard trope to find. Also I'm on my tablet at the moment, nd it doesn't copy-paste well. Just head to the Drunk Fortress TV Tropes page, look at the tropes, find Epic Fail, click on it, head to the Dwarf Fortress section of the Video Games folder, nd read the final bit!

It won't rot, and probably can't be butchered.

"IF GER IS GOERN OUT HE'S TAKERN YER WITH HIM!" Stomp stomp stompity stomp stomp (I totally understand if Ger dies this round xD He's had a good run for someone who quickly lost an arm in round one xD)

Edit: (also I'm having a lot of fun with this RTD, and I'm not just saying that because its my first one =P)

Edit #2: (Also its really hard to attack creatively when you have no arms xD)

[2-1] Ger manages to stomp on his own leg, [4-2] which does not help him stopping his bleeding.
Lucius nurses his broken leg and other wounds.

Another of the four leaves. A second of the four insinuates that the leaver was cheating anyways, but Armok strikes him on the head. "I was helping the mighty warrior along, is that so bad?"
The mediator said, "In my opinion, yes. We set up rules, we need to follow them. Should I draft up some more?"
The three nodded in assent.

Depends. What do you want to do with it?

[2] You got nothing. Bright side, you are released from prison, but you need to help out around the Patrol Place every Tuesday. You know, cleaning and stuff. Yippee.

You get back to your original plans.
[4-1] Despite your lack of knowledge about genetic engineering, you mix monkey and lizard to create...well, it looks like a D&D kobold (3.5 edition) with patchy fur, a rat like head, and a good combination of sicknesses. You call it CB-A-1, as it is your first specimen of the first kind of cutebold you tried to make. CB-A-1 is sterile and weak, but you could clone it.
[1] You kill a hen. You now have two.

Edit: Oh, and you're still missing an arm.

...did I do last night.

Planned.
Maybe not The final Countdown, but the general idea.

Stomp all the facehuggers, then clothesline the lawyer.

[1] You stomp on your feet. [1] You hit the lawyer with a clothesline, and it sues you. You can't pay, so you go to jail. Several cops spawn to take you there.

Take the labtop and fly to Phobos!

[6] You take every computer in the city, including the central one. You collapse under the weight.

Push Tokugawa into saving the world from demons.

I see what you mean! [1] The world is retroactively doomed from demons. Wow, you're EVIL.

Neurotoxin, that makes you nauseas? That seems to fly in the face of the of the phhrase "neuro". Could be a headache inducer though.

>EXPLAIN VERY SIMPLY THAT PRODUCTION OF NEUROTOXIN IS LEGAL IN MARTIAN COLONIES, SINCE THEY FALL UNDER THE JURIDSTICTION OF LAW 324
SECTION Q SUBSECTION O INDENT I OF THE "REFULATION O VIDEOGAME SUBSTANCES ACT", WHICH ALLLOWS USE OUTSIDE OF 50 MILES FROM TERRAN-BASED HOMELESS SHELTERS
> FILE COUNTER-MEASURE  SUING THE LAWYERFOR EXISTANCE IN A RTD WITH A REALNESS QUOTIENT OF LESS THEN 3.543

It relaxed sphincters and activates all the muscles in the stomach at once. Now shut up, you're an intelligent AI fighting either for or against a Scientologist xenomorph godling, a scrap golem, an unemployed god, and a future jester lich who is currently the self-image of a young Tokugawa who doomed the dock to capture by demons.
You get unplugged before you can do that. HAH! Take that!

GM Turn:
The CSM [3] repairs some damage to itself. The Scientologistt xenomorph godling [5] eats some citizen whole and converts some citizens to Scientology. The fac] form a splinter religion and gather the chestbursters, because it's no fun if a bunch of people are ganging up on the PCs.
The lawyer [4] sues TCM.
The imp struggles against Furtaka for the laptop [5v6] but fails to grab it.
The pimp clown [2] starts to do something before stopping and thinking about how ludicrous he is.