You are an explorer! Or rather, you will be an explorer. For now, you are a farmer. In fact, you do not know why you thought you are an explorer. You have always been a farmer, and you will always be a farmer. You live in the lovely city of Urbs Pacis. You don't have very much money, what with being a farmer and all, but you live well enough. You have a beautiful wife and daughter, many friends in both the poor area and wealthy area of Urbs Pacis, and the knowledge that you live in the world's greatest city.

Or, at least, it was the world's greatest city. Its benevolent ruler died suddenly just two weeks ago. One of his young advisers stepped up to run the city. You're not entirely sure of his name, since the government means nothing to a poor farmer like you.

Or, at least, it used to mean nothing to you. One of the new ruler's first moves was to strengthen the class divide. Goats became a protected animal, and suddenly the farmers found their goats being taken away and into the aristocratic part of the city. Goats are now considered noble animals, fit only for the aristocracy to own. The next thing that happened was the sudden shortage of water, as if the main part of the city decided to refuse the poor access to water. And then, on their own as a result of the loss of water, your crops started dying and your food started running out.

This is suddenly not the world's greatest city.

You take a step outside and onto your porch as you sometimes used to do during nights when you couldn't sleep. The wooden boards creak beneath your rapidly diminishing weight. You look out to your farm, lit up by a few dim lights. Everything else is dark. You know there's nothing growing, there never is anymore, but a guy can dream.

An unfamiliar voice shouts at you in a harsh tone. You notice a tall man, clad in gray armor, standing near the stairs of your porch. He asks for your name.

What is your name?

.....Ben.....

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Rusty Shackleford

........so, do we just keep spouting names, or do we proceed?

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Cecil Shephard

Wait until Marina posts again.

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

Aamir Shiraz

Ok....We'll probably have 23 names till then.

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H. H. Holmes

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Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom, hit the switch was in the bed before the room was dark.

Skye
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Timothy Jones

Salvatore Gravano

Wait. I'm changing mine to Rex Steelix.

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You can do multiple recommendations.
Nobody cares.

That was a sharp way to say that.....

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Hugh Jass

Whydowehaveacharacterlimit

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You tell the armored man your name is Cecil Shephard.

He tells you since you are a poor, uneducated farmer, you are probably not literate enough to acquaint yourself with the laws of the city. He says he will let you off with a warning this time, but next time you will be taken to prison.

You ask him why.

He explains that you are violating the curfew that was instated two weeks ago. You cannot leave the house after sunset. You return inside, not wanting to get into a scuffle with an armored soldier. Not yet, anyway. You are now in the living room of your house, which is one of two rooms in your house. The second room is the bedroom, where your wife and daughter are currently sleeping. Your living room is, for all intents and purposes, your kitchen and dining room too. That's fine, though, your house is still bigger than most of the others in this community. You built it yourself, with help from an old friend, an explorer who left Urbs Pacis years ago to find some ancient ruins. You miss him. You wrote him a letter, but he never responded. You hope he's still alive.

You look at your wooden table, which you also crafted with your own hands. There is a small handmade knife on it, next to a block of wood which you have been whittling away at in an effort to make a figurine in the image of your daughter.

What will you do?


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (0/6): n/a

work on the figurine

Sneak outside and stay in the shadows. When you see a guard you wait for him to walk away from others and stab him silently and loot his body. Rinse and repeat until you feel like you've don enough damage for the day

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Kill myself....

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> Examine your remaining stores of food and other supplies

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

> Forge Handmade Knife and Figurine of Daughter

Sounds like as good of an idea as any. You sit back down and whittle away at the wood for a few more minutes or hours, you're not too sure. Time doesn't really exist for you when you're doing this. Still, some time later, you manage to finish. You have created a beautiful wooden figurine of your beautiful daughter. You glance out the window. It's still night, which means you still can't go outside. This house feels less like a house and more like a prison nowadays.

You walk over to the kitchen portion of your living room. You see a sack of potatoes (you are primarily a potato farmer, you see), but unfortunately the sack is down to the last two potatoes. You will have to make these last. You imagine your neighbors aren't doing much better. You have heard tales of stealing food and fighting over food. Fortunately, this has not affected you. The knife is the only thing you can think of that's useful. Your farming tools are out in the tool shed, which you are not allowed to go to thanks to the curfew.

You suddenly get a brilliant idea. You shove your handmade knife into the bottom of your daughter figurine, creating the Handmade Daughterknife, which has come from your hands the same way your daughter came from your loins. The difference is your Handmade Daughterknife is a good blunt instrument, and your daughter is not particularly useful for that purpose. Now, just in case you get into a fight with a guard, you can incapacitate them without permanently injuring them.

Can't really kill yourself with a figurine on a stick now, can you?

You look out your front window. The soldier from before seems to have walked away, but you know he's patrolling somewhere nearby. If he's patrolling, there are probably others patrolling. Still, you will take the risk. It's possible that the soldiers might have food on their person, and your Handmade Daughterknife is more than enough to knock out some heavily armored soldiers.

You slowly open your front door and walk across your porch and down your steps as silently as possible. So far, so good. You don't hear the clanking of metal, nor do you hear any voices. You walk up the path, toward your farm. You could get an even more powerful weapon if you could just make it to the tool shed. As you open the wooden gate to your farm, you hear some shouting - no, more like pained screams - a little ways up the road.

What will you do?


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (1/6): Handmade Daughterknife

Oh yes you can. I've seen worse.

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Fetch sack of potatoes

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

Go to the tool shed to get a better weapon then stealthily go see whats up.

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> Be the hero

Go to the tool shed to get a better weapon then stealthily go see whats up. [2]

You quickly run back into your house, fetch your sack of potatoes, and run back up the path and into your farm. You never know when you'll be able to use this sack of potatoes. Who knows, it could come in handy. Sure, you're slightly nervous about the idea of carrying around what may very well be the only remaining food in this part of the city, but it's a risk you're willing to take.

You walk across your farm and open the door to your tool shed. There is a shovel leaning right against the wall. That seems pretty useful, so you take it. Now you should be ready to see what's up with those pained screams up the road. You leave your farm and proceed up the road. It's too dark for you to see what you're going toward, but you continue to follow the shouting and, now that you're closer, what appears to be growling. You can make out a pair of silhouettes now, one on the ground with the other on top. You raise your shovel in one hand and your handmade daughterknife in the other and shout a battlecry.

It is time! You charge into battle to save the day, to be the hero, to help the poor victim! It's then that you notice this is not at all a common assault. Now that you're close, you can see what the real scene is. The armored soldier from before is on the ground now, some pieces of armor torn off, with a poor citizen of Urbs Pacis on top of him, attempting to gnaw at the soldier's exposed flesh. It seems he has succeeded at least on the right arm.

That's... that's gonna leave a mark.

You think you can see bone.

Suddenly you are unsure of whether or not you want to be the hero anymore.


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Sack of Potatoes | Shovel

>chicken out

Run. Run. Run. GET THE HELL OUT. THOSE GUYS ARE ZOMBIES

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> Summon dragon.

lol.

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Life moves on like a conveyor belt

Throw a potato at the zombie's head to get its attention while keeping a safe distance from it.

You reach into your sack of potatoes, grab one, and toss it at the zombie's head. The potato hits him square in the side of the head. Instead of turning his attention to you, he instead picks up the potato and begins to devour it with the same haste and brutality that he was eating the soldier. He ignores you entirely until you decide, for some reason, to open your mouth.

You shout at the zombie to prepare, creature of Satan, for that potato shall be his last meal. You see, you are going to summon A DRAGON. If only you knew how.

The zombie looks at you and tells you he's not a zombie. He's a poor man, just like you, and he hasn't eaten in days. Speaking of eating, you seem to have a sack of potatoes there. He says he'll be taking that from you. By force.

Aw screw this you're outta here.

The guy's not a zombie, but he will probably kill you and eat you (possibly in reverse order). He starts running up the path in your direction. You high-tail it. It's not really safe out here, you should've listened to the soldier. You hope that guy's going to be okay, it would really suck if he died. He was just doing his job, after all.

Ha ha what are you kidding, the guy was a jackass. Totally had it coming.

Still, where are you going to run? This is a pretty tough call. Your wife and daughter are at home, so you don't know if running straight to your house is that great of an idea when there's a murderous cannibal right behind you, and gaining.


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Sack of Potatoes (1 potato) | Shovel

Improvise a slingshot out of the sack, with the final potato as a projectile.

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

> Dig a trap, using the last potato as bait

Run around in circles until the zombie tires out or gives up.

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Wednesday Thursday Friday?

> TELL STARVING CITIZEN that it's duck season

You equip your trusty shovel and start to dig into the ground. Unfortunately, the starving citizen is too quick and you don't have enough time to dig the hole. He lunges at you, and you narrowly avoid. Your shovel is still planted in the ground.

You take the final potato from the sack. You somehow craft a slingshot using the sack and the handmade daughterknife. You put the potato into the slingshot and pull back, hurling the potato directly at the starving citizen. He catches it in his mouth and consumes it savagely.

You ask if he's good now.

He says no.

The chase resumes.

He chases you around in circles with a rather fitting piece of background music. You hope that eventually he will tire out, but the sad truth of the matter is this citizen is fairly young and you are fairly old, and he is infinitely more hungry than you are. He has more stamina and he has more drive, and it's likely you'll tire out sooner. Things are not looking good for you! Suddenly you get an idea.

As you are running, you tell the starving citizen that it's duck season and surely there are plenty of ducks around. He tells you to stop kidding around, since ducks are only for the aristocracy. You guys haven't seen ducks in years, even when you did have water and food. Somebody suddenly begins to run in the circle as well, behind him and in front of you. The starving citizen does not seem to notice. You suggest the starving citizen look over his shoulder, because there is a duck right there.

The starving citizen would not usually fall for such an obvious trick, but he is starving enough to look behind him. Just as he does, an armored fist meets his face, breaking several bones and knocking him out cold. Your savior is the armored soldier from before, who has bandaged his horrible wounds but still seems to be bleeding quite profusely.


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Sack of Potatoes (1 potato)

Offer the armoured soldier refuge and hot tea inside my humble abode. Offer to go out to get help but only if the armoured soldier gives me his gun for protection.

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Realize that you have a magical, regenerating sack of potatoes in your possession.

Put the soldier out of his misery.

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> "Hope that guy was hungry for a knuckle sandwich, amirite?"

> Taunt the solider

How strange. You could've sworn you used that last potato. The only possible explanation is that your sack of potatoes is in fact a potato sack of holding, and it seems to have an infinite supply of potatoes inside of it. Fascinating!

You invite the soldier into your house. If there are others like that guy, it's dangerous to be out on the street, even when clad in armor. The soldier accepts your invitation and comes inside. You prepare some tea for the two of you. You were never very good at preparing tea, but he doesn't seem to mind. The two of you sit around your table. Fortunately, the clanking of the soldier's metal armor did not wake your wife or daughter. The soldier apologizes for calling you illiterate earlier. You accept his apology. You offer to go outside and find help, but you would need to use the soldier's gun.

The soldier asks what a gun is.

You are admittedly unsure of that yourself.

The soldier offers you his sword instead. He explains that his sword arm was the one that got half-eaten by the cannibal, so it's not too useful anymore.

You chuckle and nudge him with your elbow (right in his exposed bone arm), joking that the cannibal outside must've been hungry for a knuckle sandwich. The soldier tells you not to joke about that since, yeah, if given the chance, that guy probably would've eaten his knuckles. And hands. And arms. And probably any decent meat on the body, for that matter. Guy was a cannibal.

Oh, don't feel too bad about it, happens to the best of us, you tell him. Sometimes being an upstanding citizen and following the law costs you an arm and a leg.

The soldier calls you a bastard.

You decide that the man is suffering and the best thing for him is to put him out of his misery. You stand up and walk over to your cabinet, reaching up to the top shelf and taking a vial of purple liquid. You walk back to the table. The soldier has his head turned, looking into your bedroom.

He asks if that's your wife and kid. You tell him they are. He says you might want to get them out of here before it gets worse.

You take advantage of his lack of attention to put a few drops of this liquid into his tea. He soon returns to his tea, taking a sip of it. He mentions something about feeling strange, and a moment later tears his bandage off to reveal perfectly reformed skin over the part of the arm that was, just a moment ago, only exposed bone. He asks how you did that. You explain to him that you used a special medicine sent to you by your explorer friend. It's a potent medicine that has the power to cure seemingly anything, and was discovered in the ruins of an ancient shamanistic civilization.

The soldier has effectively been put out of his misery, as he is now quite healthy. To show his gratitude, he joins your party.



Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (4/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword

Armored Soldier
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Bandages | Book of Laws | Picture of Family

Ask about his family.

Then forge Picture of Family to Book of Laws to save space.

Rouse your family to come meet your new guest.

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

Ask the soldier his name.
Search the depths of my mind trying to remember where I learned the word 'gun'. But all I remember is 'future dweller'

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Wednesday Thursday Friday?

You ask the soldier for his name. He responds that is name is Beyer Farin, soldier of Urbs Pacis.

While he tells you this, you wonder why you knew what a gun is, since a gun is obviously a thing that does not exist in your time. How curious. You close your eyes and think as hard as you possibly can, before realizing it: your explorer friend. He found ruins that... belonged to future dwellers or something and... he got a gun... but you broke it a long time ago. Whoops!

You ask Beyer about his family, since you couldn't help but notice the picture.

He asks how you noticed the picture while he wasn't carrying it. You explain to him that, now that he's a party member, you can clearly see his inventory.

Beyer nods, deems this an acceptable response, and begins to tell you about his family. He explains that he and his family came from a town about an hour away from here. Two weeks ago, when the ownership of Urbs Pacis traded hands, he packed his things and brought his family to Urbs Pacis. You ask why he did this. He explains that the town's goats, the main food source, were being brutally slaughtered by an unknown person or group of persons. His town started to descend into discord just like this part of Urbs Pacis, and he figured a tyrant coming into control of Urbs Pacis might be a good opportunity to get a job in the oppressive imperial military. He explains to you that, thanks to his work as a soldier, his wife and daughter now have access to food, water, and comfortable living. Furthermore, there are many doctors in Urbs Pacis, meaning his sickly daughter is not at risk of dying like she was every day in his previous home.

You wonder how much of his infodump is actually valuable to the plot. While he's explaining, though, he slips his picture into his book of laws to save inventory space, since for whatever reason every item takes up an equal amount of space.

Wife and daughter! What a lovely coincidence, you also have a wife and daughter! You stand up from the table and run into the bedroom. You hit the light switch - electricity is a luxury in the poor part of Urbs Pacis, and you're fortunate to have it - and shout for them to wake up. Your wife and daughter are not in the house.

Wait.

Your wife and daughter are missing.


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (4/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword

Beyer Farin
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Bandages | Book of Laws w/ Picture of Family

Ask the soldier if he will help you look for your wife and daughter.

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Remember the starving citizen unconscious outside and ask Beyer to help me tie him up. Then try to look for clues and evidence as to where and how the wife and daughter left the house.

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Wednesday Thursday Friday?

> PRESS X to WIFE/DAUGHTER

> Carve a matching figurine of Beyer's daughter

You're far too panicked to do that!

Storm clouds roll overhead and, with a clap of thunder, it begins to pour. How fitting, you know, from a dramatic perspective.

You run back to your living room and ask Beyer to help you locate your wife and daughter. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. After glancing around, he tells you he would like to help, but he can't. You tell him to put aside his actual duties (that is, enforcing the recent tyranny) and help to locate your family. He says no, he literally can't. He doesn't want anything to do with this. The window is locked and unbroken. He knows this sort of thing all too well. Your wife and daughter are beyond help at this point, even if he assisted.

You attempt to bribe him by grabbing the nearest block of wood and quickly making an effigy of Beyer's daughter from memory. It is a very good figurine, but Beyer is still hesitant to help you.

You tell Beyer to at least help tie up the unconscious cannibal outside. If he won't find your family with you, he could at least help take care of a cannibal who will soon be waking up and will be very, very pissed. Beyer tells you he's not going to step outside, not tonight. You walk up to your window and look out of it. You can suddenly understand Beyer's concern. You can't see a single thing outside, you can only hear the rain and the thunder.





Wait what.

Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (5/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword | Beyer's Daughter Figurine

Beyer Farin
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Bandages | Book of Laws w/ Picture of Family

wow rina fancy stuff

> LOCK ARMS with CECIL and PRANCE AROUND in RAIN while SINGING about how friends help eachother

Fetch a lantern and try to find footprints outside the house. Hopefully the rain hasn't washed them away yet.

Realise going outside in the pitch dark, thunder and rain, is a fools errand, best wait till first light eh?

Inquire if Beyer is a religious man and ask him to join in prayer.

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Wednesday Thursday Friday?

> Kindly ask Beyer to brave the nightmares outside to retrieve possible barricade supplies from the toolshed

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

hey thanks I am clearly a master of windows movie maker

You grab Cecil by the arm and force him to link arms with you. You guide him to the door, but he resists, and he is too heavy in his armor for you to pull out the door. He tells you it's best not to go outside. You ask if it's because of that thing you saw out the window. He says yes. It's best to wait until day. That thing is pissed, and if you step outside he'll probably kill you.

You say oh.

In that case then, why not tell Beyer to go outside? You ask him to go to the toolshed and retrieve some supplies to barricade your house from that thing, or from the cannibals, or both. Beyer tells you he's not safe from that thing either, he's stuck here until day. You tell him somebody needs to go out there to barricade the house, since if there are other cannibals they'll all be flocking here. Beyer tells you not to worry. If any other cannibals are roaming the streets, that thing has no doubt taken care of them.

You walk back to your living room and fetch your lantern. You tell Beyer that, if he's not going out, then you will. You'll track down that thing and fight it. Beyer asks if you're serious. You can't fight that. It's just not going to happen. You'll walk outside, he says, and it'll just come up and snap your neck and it'll be over like that, before you even look at it.

Well in that case you should probably just wait until day. You ask if it will be out there during the day, and Beyer says no, the morning sun vanquishes the horrible night and the monsters retreat with it. Sounds fair enough.

You ask if Beyer is a religious man.

He says no.

You say oh.

You pray anyway. You're not too sure what you're praying for, but you pray anyway.


Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (5/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword | Beyer's Daughter Figurine

Beyer Farin
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Bandages | Book of Laws w/ Picture of Family

> TAKE **** ON BEYERgggggggggg

Cecil realizes that it's rude to pray in Beyer's presence because he's non-religious. Cecil stops. He recommends to Beyer that they get some rest until it's daytime.

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Strip beyer of his armor and challenge him to a joust then eat a potato

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Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

Get some much needed rest.

> SING CAMPFIRE SONGS to pass the time

> TWIDDLE thumbs

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

...What? You briefly wonder what's come over you that you're having such idiotic thoughts. Stop being stupid, Cecil, you've got a family fo find.

And speaking of being stupid, Beyer isn't religious and you're praying in front of him, so it could be viewed as an offensive gesture. Wouldn't want to step on any toes now.

The two of you return to your table and idly twiddle your thumbs as you think of something to do to pass the time. Suddenly it occurs to you.

You reach for your guitar offer to sing some campfire songs. Beyer tells you not to, because campfire songs are now illegal in Urbs Pacis. That wouldn't be a good idea. Fine, you say. You put the guitar back and resume twiddling your thumbs.

You suggest to Beyer that the two of you get some rest. You ask if you are able to rest without being taken from your bed like your children. Beyer assures you that you will not be abducted.

In that case, then, no harm in getting a little sleep. You hop onto your bed, close your eyes, and, despite the horrible things that have happened today, you go to sleep. Beyer stands by and watches as you sleep, just to make sure no harm befalls you.


You wake up on a cold stone floor, far different than the bed you slept in. You notice your surroundings are much different as well. You sit up and look around. You're in a tiny prison cell, with three other prisoners. One of them is your mother. Needless to say, you are not Cecil Shephard anymore. Your name is Cindy, and Cecil Shephard is your father.

You immediately ask if this is a dream.

One of the prisoners tells you it is not. It is very real, but fortunately it will not last long.


Cindy Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (0/6):

> Attempt to SEDUCE GUARD

Ask the names of the other two prisoners and invite them and your mother into the party.

> whistle nonchalantly

You ask the names of the other two prisoners. They tell you their names are Estragon and Vladimir, and they showed up here at the same time as you. You ask if they want to be a part of your party. You might as well team up, right? Suddenly, a person outside the cell speaks.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

You decide that, if there's a guard there, you might be able to seduce him. Who knows, he might be a pedophile who's into 10 year old girls. You start to whistle intentionally nonchalantly, trying to catch the attention of the guard. Soon, a guard approaches the bars. Excellent, now you can seduce him and get freed.


...Suddenly you do not think you want to seduce this guard.


Cindy Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (0/6):

> Temper tantrum

You begin to stomp around and shout at the monster, because you figure a temper tantrum is appropriate for a ten year old girl.

The monster does not agree. He reaches through the bars, grabs the top of your head, and snaps your neck with little difficulty.

Now, usually, snapping a person's neck doesn't actually kill them instantly, no, it'll take awhile or just paralyze them, but this creature is so strong that he pretty much just murders you with that.

The point is you're dead.

Whoops.

You are now Rosa, Cindy's mother.

Rosa Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (0/6):

Vladimir consoles Rosa. He asks about her power. 'I don't have any powers' she sobs.
Vladimir explains only those with powers are abducted. Rosa stares at him, speechless.

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Wednesday Thursday Friday?

Sit in the corner in the fetal position and rock back and forth.

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wtf you just killed a 10 year old girl

> FELL as if a million voices cried out and were suddenly silenced

Vladimir consoles you. He asks about your power. In between sobs, you tell him you don't have any powers. Vladimir tells you that you might not realize it, but you do. Only those with powers are abducted. You are speechless.

Now that you think about it, you're pretty sure you're the descendant of one of the ancient shamanistic tribes, the only ones in the world who had magic. They're all gone now, of course, but it's very possible you have some latent magical ability.

The guard laughs.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠʟᴀᴅɪᴍɪʀ. sᴛᴏɴᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs ᴏғ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Estragon and Vladimir protest, saying the only reason they're behind these bars is because the empire is scared of the POTENT MAGICAL PROWESS the people in this prison have.

Estragon says there must be at least a million people in this prison. If they all team up and combine their magic, they could bust out of here and overthrow the tyrannical empire.

The guard chuckles again.

Vladimir laughs even harder. He turns to Rosa and Estragon, boasting that the guard is too scared to try killing him, because he has SO MUCH GODDAMN MAGIC.

Which is right about the time the guard's bony hand wrapped around Vladimir's neck and pulled him against the bars.

While being choked to death, Vladimir continues to threaten the guard by promising that he will RISE FROM THE ASHES with his MYSTICAL POWERS and kick SO MUCH ASS.

And then he died.

You and Estragon do the only thing you really can do at this point. You go to the back corner of the cell, curl up into the fetal position, and rock back and forth crying. You are dead. You are so dead.

If it makes you feel any better she was created for the sole purpose of being killed.

It was her calling in life.

The estimated million prisoners in this jail begin to cry out in anger and protest at the murder of an innocent ten year old girl.

Why do you have the oddest feeling that this is going to end in everybody being silenced

Oh right

Because it's going to happen.

After a few minutes of shouting from the prisoners, the guard decides to do something about it.

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.

sᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ.

ʟᴇᴛ's ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇsᴛ.

The guard quickly lets out an otherworldly shriek at a volume you did not think possible. In a few seconds time, your brain (as well as everybody else's brain) is torn asunder by the demonic howl.

You and a million others have just died.


YOU ARE NOW THE GUARD. Rather, you are now the Shadowlurker. You just killed like a million innocent people.

But for you, it was Tuesday.

Fortunately, the prison is soundproof. Nobody important died, except maybe a few guys hired to torture prisoners. Like you said, nobody important died.

You've decided it would be really funny if you taxadermied these million corpses into really hilarious positions and delivered them to their surviving families. You should probably do that.

But first, you're feeling sort of lonely so you add a few of these guys to your party.


The Shadowlurker
Health: Nonexistent
Inventory (2/∞): Black Sharpie | Red Sharpie

Cindy Shephard
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Rosa Shephard
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Vladimir
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Estragon
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

> CONGRATULATE YOURSELF for a job well done

ᴅᴀᴍɴ. ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs ᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɢᴏᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ. ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ. ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ.

ᴏʜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ.

You teleport out of the prison and in front of a house, the same house you abducted that girl and her mother from earlier. You tap on the window and scare the hell out of the man in the house, since he's thinking about leaving the house, which is a violation of the tyrant's asinine laws.

You hang outside the house until the man eventually decides to go to sleep.

God you love this job.


The Shadowlurker
Health: Nonexistent
Inventory (2/∞): Black Sharpie | Red Sharpie

Cindy Shephard
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Rosa Shephard
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Vladimir
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

Estragon
Health: Dead
Inventory (0/6)

I would just like to say how much I am impressed by this. Very creative.

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Take the weight off and smoke pipe (killing is tiring work). Use sharpie and check to-do list.

Item 6: Help the Town Elders harvest energy from prisoners powers.

'S**t' thought Mr Shadowlurker, 'what have I done?' *facepalm*

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>go in house and caress the man's silky, smooth, delicate hair

>Hump him to death in his sleep

>eat red sharpie

Well thanks man!!!!!!!!

You take our your black sharpie and flip a small switch on it. Turns out it's not a sharpie at all, it is in fact a pipe. Like, a lead pipe. Sometimes you enjoy smoking the hell out of this pipe, other times you enjoy doing other horrible things to people with this pipe. The point is it's a pipe.

You also look at your mental to-do list. For some reason, your #6 was to help the town elders harvest energy from prisoner's powers.

God, you really were high when you made this list, weren't you. You knew you shouldn't have let Vladimir talk you into smoking his rare drugs.

ᴅᴀᴍᴍɪᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴇ? you ask yourself, before realizing ᴏʜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛs ғᴏʀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs. Speaking of killing innocents, there are two in this house here. You suddenly get a wonderful idea.

You're only supposed to punish lawbreakers, and Cecil Shephard hasn't done much. No, the other guy in the house has done so much worse, and you're going to screw with him for it. You walk around to the front of the house, go up the porch, and slowly open the door, making sure it creaks as much as possible. Beyer Farin hears the creaking and comes into the living room to investigate.

He asks what you're doing here.

ᴘᴜɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴡʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ.

He says you already stole Cecil's family, that's punishment enough.

ᴏʜ ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴇᴄɪʟ.

Beyer seems confused. You appear behind him, quickly remove his helmet, and raise one hand to his mouth, covering it and stopping him from waking Cecil with his noise. With your other hand, you gently caress his silky hair.

ʙᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪɢ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs.

You stop caressing his hair for a moment to take out your red sharpie. You don't intend to eat it, but somebody's going to eat it. You move your hand away from Beyer's mouth and start to force the sharpie down his throat.

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴘɪᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ.

When the sharpie has been consumed, he asked how that wasn't the bad part.

You hold your lead pipe up in front of his face

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡᴏʀsᴇ. ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ.

He passes out while you're shoving the pipe down his throat. You consider this an excellent time to strip him of his armor and violate him sexually. You do this until he is dead. But oh, you're not done yet. You dress him up in his armor again, and fetch the corpses of Rosa and Cindy Shephard. You drag them into the bedroom, along with two chairs from the living room. You place the corpses on these chairs and prop them up so they're staring at Cecil. When he wakes up, the corpses of his wife and daughter will be looking him in the eyes.

God you love this job.

You take the other corpses and warp back to the Palace.


Your name is GODOT. You are not an explorer, nor have you ever been an explorer. You are an ally of the new ruler of Urbs Pacis, who prefers to call himself the King. You spend most of your time in the palace, though you were recently away, acting as an ambassador to another city farther away. You are back because you heard your loyal bodyguards, Vladimir and Estragon, were imprisoned while waiting for you.

You are not in the palace though, no. You need to get there, though. You find yourself in the poor region of Urbs Pacis, since the poor region encircles the wealthy, aristocratic part of the city you know and love.

The sun is starting to rise.

What will you do?


Godot
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Identification | Shamanistic Leaves | Survival Knife

>Cut up Identification

>practice knife throwing

Sneak up on a random peasant and hold your knife against their throat. Then ask for directions.

You take out your knife and your card and prepare to cut up your identification. You know this is a horrible idea, because if you lose your identification you're basically fair game for the Shadowlurker. The only reason he hasn't killed you already is because you're sort of nobility. It is daytime and it's rumored the Shadowlurker doesn't come out during the day, but you know that's a lie.

On second thought maybe you shouldn't cut up your identification, that would be a bad idea.

You've been away from Urbs Pacis for so long that you kind of forget the layout. It's a confusing city even for a native, so it's understandable you could use some directions. You decide to do this in the best way you know how: with violence.

You approach the closest peasant from behind and hold your knife against his neck. You order him to give you directions to the palace. He elbows you, forcing you to stagger back. He turns around to face you. He's practically drooling.

Great.

He starts to approach you in a manner you deem hostile.

You take a few steps back and you decide this would be a really great time to practice that knife throwing you love so much. You hold up your knife, aim carefully, and toss it at the peasant. You hit him in the forehead.

BOOM. HEADSHOT. With a knife.

The peasant falls over, dead. You hear some shouting in all directions and several more peasants come up the road. They all have the same hungry look in their eyes, just like the peasant you just killed. You feel like this is going to be a long day.


Godot
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Shamanistic Leaves

Run, run for your life. Run towards a strange flickering light in the east. Or head towards a strange plume of smoke to the north?

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> Wreck shtuff with your mad ambassador skills, yo

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

Retrieve your knife and eat some of the Shamanistic Leaves.

take a hit from your spliff and commence the killing

You didn't become ambassador for nothing. To be an ambassador under this new King, you had to be competent in fighting. So bring it on, peasants.

But first you should probably pick up your knife. You do so, and then take out your shamanistic leaves. But no, you're not going to eat them. You're not supposed to eat shamanistic leaves, no no no.

Ah, there we go, now you've got the right idea. If you could just find a way to burn these...

A peasant rushes you while you're admiring your shamanistic leaves and manages to snatch them from your hand. He eats them. You respond by delivering a quick slash to the torso, dropping him. The other peasants have surrounded you. You assume the best martial arts stance you can think of.

This is going to be a long day.

You talk to the peasants. You ask them how this is going to go. One on one, fists only, knives...? Come on, establish some rules here.

Your questions are answered when the peasants form a circle around you, a makeshift arena, and a single knife-wielding peasant enters the circle. The two of you slowly approach each other. Right before the fight begins, a peasant from behind starts to run at you. You sidestep and trip him, and he falls over onto the knife-wielding peasant. The two of them stand up a moment later and yell at the rest of the peasants to do something. They do. You are now being attacked by an estimated twenty peasants or so. Works for you.

You decide your best course of action is to break through the circle and get to a more advantageous location. The peasants are not very competent fighters, they're too busy thinking about (you assume) eating you to be competent fighters. However, a single person beating twenty people is hard no matter what, really.

You're in the middle of the circle. There are five peasants around you. You can take them. You start the fighting off by attacking the peasant close to you, stabbing them in the stomach, mostly to incapacitate them. You'd hate to explain why you killed twenty peasants. You mean, peasants aren't very important really, but some people view that as a sign of suppression and you'd hate to be the one that triggered a peasant revolution, two weeks into this glorious new regime.

You spin around and punch a peasant in the gut. They bend over in pain, and you grab their head and knee them in the face. You toss them at the peasants closest to the end of the circle, dispersing them. You make a break for it, cutting your way through when necessary. You are now outside of the circle, and the eighteen remaining peasants are now all in front of you.

You could run, or you could stay and fight. You start to think about the repercussions if you do fight them. Like you thought earlier, a peasant revolution would be a problem. The murder of twenty peasants would be a really great way to start off a revolution, and you don't want that. On the other hand, these twenty peasants seem to be cannibals. If there are this many cannibals, it's probably a safe assumption there are more cannibals, maybe even all of the peasants are cannibals. Cannibals won't have a revolution, they'll just find more people to eat, maybe they'll even turn to eating each other.

Yeah, you can totally kill all twenty of these guys.

But just in case, you look in all directions for an escape route. Well, there's this flickering light, seemingly from a house equipped with electricity, to the east. You could fall back to that place if it comes down to it. The south is the gates of the city, the west is boring, and the north... that looks a lot like a cloud of smoke... interesting. You know the armored soldiers sometimes burn the bodies of the deceased, is that what's going on there? No, no, that's not possible, because the smoke cloud is getting closer and closer. You now see the source of the smoke cloud: it's a peasant. He's carrying a chainsaw, revved up and smoking.

Great. He's probably not an ally.


Godot
Health: Fine
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Survival Knife

Break out in song, and hope for the best

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE oh Jesus Christ one of the peasants just punched you in the face. Thaaaat's gotta hurt.

The chainsaw man is quickly approaching you. You decide your best course of action is to flee to the east, toward that house with electricity. You reach the porch, run up the steps, open the door, get on the floor, and walk the dinosaur over into the dark bedroom. As you do this, you knock over the chairs holding the resident's wife and daughter. They fall over on the ground. You quickly stand up. Your actions wake the resident of the house, who does not notice the corpses of his family on the floor beside the bed.

You ask if he is a cannibal. He says no. He introduces himself as Cecil Shephard. You tell him there are a bunch of cannibals outside and one of them has a chainsaw. Cecil tells you they started up the cannibalization last night, and that's why there's an armored soldier staying in his house. You ask Cecil what armored soldier. Cecil says his name is Beyer Farin, and he's in the other room. You tell him there is nobody on the other room.

No wait. You lied. There is now a single cannibal in the room, because you did not think to close the front door.

Cecil joins your party.

Godot
Health: Caution
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Survival Knife

Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (5/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword | Beyer's Daughter Figurine

>flirt with Cecil

> TAME cannibal by feeding it Shephard family corpses

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My spoon is too big.
My spoon... IS TOO BIG.

> INFORM CANNIBAL that eating bodies ruins one's complexion

You notice Cecil is really, really pretty and no just kidding he's a farmer and you're an ambassador and you are both very manly men. He's more manly than you are, and you don't go for the manly guys. Or guys at all, really. You are not into dudes. In any case, you need to deal with this cannibal.

You decide killing him might make too much noise and attract more cannibals (and also you wouldn't want to stain Cecil's floor with blood), so you decide to take the diplomatic approach. You are an ambassador, after all. You tell the cannibal that eating bodies ruins one's complexion, and he wouldn't want that now, would he? His skin is so beautiful.

The cannibal says wait he's not a cannibal let him explain.

You do not hear this. You decide he cannot be convinced that cannibalism is bad. No, you need to feed him and tame him. You run back into the bedroom, drag the corpses of the Shephard family into the living room, and knock the cannibal over. You start trying to shove Cindy's body, whole, into the cannibal's mouth.

Cecil is staring in horror at his murdered wife and daughter, but you do not notice because you think you're making progress, you've at least got Cindy's fist into the cannibal's mouth. Cecil suddenly recognizes the cannibal and tells you to stop feeding his daughter to said cannibal. The cannibal tosses you off of him and removes the dead little girl's fist from his mouth. He stands up and tells you he's not a cannibal, he's here to help.

You ask who he is.

He tells you his name is Kain Whitewind. He's a friend of Cecil's. You ask him why he didn't say so before. Kain says he tried to. Cecil said he was too distracted with his murdered family. Kain tells you there are about eighteen cannibals and then another guy with a chainsaw coming up the road now.

Kain asks Cecil if he still has that "gun" thing the explorer sent him a few years ago. Cecil tells him it's under his bed. Kain grabs the gun and looks at it. Cecil tells him it's broken. He fired it eight times and then it just stopped working. Kain asks if Cecil received anything alongside the shotgun. Cecil says yes, a smaller box. Kain looks under the bed and grabs the smaller box.

He tells Cecil he's an idiot, it's not broken, the stuff in this box is just the ammunition and to use this gun, it needs to be reloaded. Well, looks like you're all ready to fight a bunch of cannibals.

Kain joins the party.


Godot
Health: Caution
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Survival Knife

Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (5/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Potato Sack of Holding | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword | Beyer's Daughter Figurine

Kain Whitewind
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Shotgun (8/8) | 64 shotgun shells | Lance

Negotiate with the cannibals and offer to give them the Potato Sack of Holding.

Godot is an ambassador after all.

> FIND a TOWN to burn down

You notice Cecil is carrying a POTATO SACK OF HOLDING. You steal it from his inventory and walk out the front door. You hold it up like Rafiki held up Simba, and you tell the cannibals they don't need to be cannibals anymore. This bag contains an INFINITE NUMBER OF POTATOES.


The chainsaw man approaches you. He takes the potato sack from your hands, and puts it over his head.


The magical properties of the potato sack of holding kick in and the bag consumes him. The cannibals believe you have tricked them, and they're using the disappearance of the chainsaw man as evidence. Looks like you've pissed them off even more.

WHAT A LOVELY COINCIDENCE, YOU ARE CURRENTLY IN A VERY TOWNLIKE AREA OF A VERY WONDERFUL CITY

GUESS WHICH PART OF THE CITY ISN'T FIREPROOF

IT'S THIS ONE

If only you could start a fire. You think you can spot the Shadowlurker watching you from a window in the house across the street.


Godot
Health: Caution
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Survival Knife

Cecil Shephard
Health: Fine
Inventory (4/6): Handmade Daughterknife | Omnicure Potion | Urbs Pacis Soldier Sword | Beyer's Daughter Figurine

Kain Whitewind
Health: Fine
Inventory (3/6): Shotgun (8/8) | 64 shotgun shells | Lance

COVER said town in GASOLINE

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> FIND a SUMMONER and KILL their MOTHER to get them to join you

Feed summoner to cannibals

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What? That's silly. There are no such things as summoners! No, that's absurd. You are quite certain you will never find a summoner, not now, not ever.

Though, if you ever do find a summoner, you make a mental note to feed him/her to cannibals. That'll show them.

Where are you going to find gasoline here though? It would probably be a really hard resource to locate in this poor section of Urbs Pacis.

ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀɪɴɢs ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏᴡɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇʀs.

You recognize that voice. It's the Shadowlurker. He's not watching from the window anymore, so the safest assumption is he's probably standing behind you.

Still, he mentioned a ring. Cecil was a married man, you know that. You turn around and go back into the house. The Shadowlurker is not there, but Cecil is. You walk up to Cecil, grab his wrist, raise it, and remove his wedding ring from his finger. You walk out the door again, onto the porch, and raise the wedding ring up as high as you can. Flames erupt from the ring, and seemingly living fire scatters about the town, quickly setting it ablaze.

Sure is fortunate that the only important part of Urbs Pacis, the inner city/aristocratic section, is pretty fireproof. The only thing that will be lost is this silly little peasant area. Nothing of value will be lost today, no sir.

The cannibals panic as soon as their town catches fire. They scatter and run away. Once they're gone, you go to add the ring to your inventory. Unfortunately, it turns to dust and gets blown away by the wind.

Cecil and Kain are pissed at you and leave the party. You should probably get going. Wouldn't want to overstay your welcome now, would you?


Godot
Health: Caution
Inventory (2/6): Identification | Survival Knife

Take ring from cecil's wife before you leave

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Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

>Cry like a loser

> TAKE STROLL through PEASANT AREA and LAUGH at PEASANTS

You figure perhaps crying like a loser will earn you their sympathies. Cecil and Kain are unmoved. They tell you you're free to oppress them if you so please, but one day, they'll have their revenge. The Chupacabra, the defender of justice, is already in your city. He is already taking that which is most precious to you. Be prepared, your regime will fall.

You tell them you'll leave, seeing as though you've done enough damage. But first, you walk over to Rosa's corpse, grab the explosive ring from her finger, and stash it into your inventory. You turn and leave.

As much as you would love to stroll through the peasant area, it's kind of on fire. You'd much rather avoid the fire as much as possible, and you'd also like to end the intermission so you can finally BE THE EXPLORER.

Is that song in the background of the video from The Lion King videogame for the genesis?

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FFI - Town - YouTube

You are an explorer. More accurately, you are THE Explorer. It's about time you were the center of the story, only took an act and an intermission. Though, you are not the present day Explorer. You are the Explorer who left Urbs Pacis to go on exciting adventures and explore exciting ruins like the little Explorer that you are. These two Explorers are the same Explorer, but Present!Explorer has had more adventures than Past!Explorer, which is you.

You've been away from Urbs Pacis for a year now. You have not forgotten your good peasant friend Cecil Shephard, and you recently sent him two gifts in the form of a shotgun which you stole from the ruins of a high-tech civilization, and a potion that can cure any ailment, which you pilfered from the ruins of a shamanistic civilization. You also collected several shamanistic leaves from these shamanistic ruins, but you kept them for yourself. That was some good stuff.

You are at the entrance to some strange ruins you very recently located. You are intent on exploring them. You'd best waste no time.

You approach the entrance. There is a stone door, locked by some strange magic. There is a white rectangle on the stone door, with an engraving above it:

"The door will open when the visitor has signed their name in their own blood."

What is your name?


Mr. Explorer
Health: Fine
Inventory (4/6): Whip | MSX Laptop | La-Mulana MSX Catridge | Weight

Coleman Hunter

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Sin Cara de Lapanoza

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Cupcake.....

Leo Michelini

Briss Johnson

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Bryan Dudemeister

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