RE: The Grand Cooperative
03-22-2016, 02:04 AM
well i think the usual starting point for a good adventure is a tavern right?? we could do something like that lol
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SpoilerAs you open the spoiler, your eyes are assaulted by a sickly wall of cotton-candy text. As you read them, you can feel a grin pressing against the sound of your thoughts. The Vocalist. "Hi~!" You can practically see the glitter in this voice.
"Now, before you say an~ything, I knooow that it's a little bitty bit naughty for a battler to address the oh oh see." A wink, coyly exchanged.
"But you would not be-lieve the amount of pre-production screening involved in finding the most situationally entertaining locations for multiversal death battles! A~s a resul~t I've got a few locations in the queue that might be suitable for our little game~"
The Culvert of Obsolescence:
What's a civilization to do when your landfills can't keep pace with consumption? Forget messing around with improving your recycling facilities or making garbage asteroids, chuck it all right into the void! Leftover food, broken toys, elderly relatives, unfashionable clothes, old software updates, gods, ripped plastic bags; throw it all right down the local subspace channel where it'll join up with the fetid river of garbage gently flowing into oblivion! You might notice rafts of civilization here and there, tenacious scavengers, but don't worry-- most of them're only one catastrophic engine failure away from slipping downstream and off into the void, out of everyone's concern forever!
Frog Hotel:
The, not A. A luxurious operation that defies dimensional constraints and versal congruency. A flexible and somewhat esoteric system of renumeration ensures that every frog in existence could theoretically afford to stay at least once in their lives. Despite the name, it caters to toads as well.
Nyamazing Sky Citadels:
This sprawling stone fortress hovers a mile over open ocean, connected to the world below only by massive fishing nets. Notable for the maze-like parks, towering spires, and booming population of sentient cats. Most inhabitants are of the Boot and Waistcoat variety, but there is a growing subculture of alternatively clothed hooligans threatening the natural order. Rumors of a rat invafestion have been circulating recently, but the general consensus is that the local diet would be less fish and seabird oriented if there were any rats left in the citadels.
"I think one of these should suit our needs for an opening round, don't you~?" You can see that the text is very nearly done, and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Now, before you say an~ything, I knooow that it's a little bitty bit naughty for a battler to address the oh oh see." A wink, coyly exchanged.
"But you would not be-lieve the amount of pre-production screening involved in finding the most situationally entertaining locations for multiversal death battles! A~s a resul~t I've got a few locations in the queue that might be suitable for our little game~"
The Culvert of Obsolescence:
What's a civilization to do when your landfills can't keep pace with consumption? Forget messing around with improving your recycling facilities or making garbage asteroids, chuck it all right into the void! Leftover food, broken toys, elderly relatives, unfashionable clothes, old software updates, gods, ripped plastic bags; throw it all right down the local subspace channel where it'll join up with the fetid river of garbage gently flowing into oblivion! You might notice rafts of civilization here and there, tenacious scavengers, but don't worry-- most of them're only one catastrophic engine failure away from slipping downstream and off into the void, out of everyone's concern forever!
Frog Hotel:
The, not A. A luxurious operation that defies dimensional constraints and versal congruency. A flexible and somewhat esoteric system of renumeration ensures that every frog in existence could theoretically afford to stay at least once in their lives. Despite the name, it caters to toads as well.
Nyamazing Sky Citadels:
This sprawling stone fortress hovers a mile over open ocean, connected to the world below only by massive fishing nets. Notable for the maze-like parks, towering spires, and booming population of sentient cats. Most inhabitants are of the Boot and Waistcoat variety, but there is a growing subculture of alternatively clothed hooligans threatening the natural order. Rumors of a rat invafestion have been circulating recently, but the general consensus is that the local diet would be less fish and seabird oriented if there were any rats left in the citadels.
"I think one of these should suit our needs for an opening round, don't you~?" You can see that the text is very nearly done, and breathe a sigh of relief.
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