RE: TIMEOTHY MAKES A FOOL OF HIMSELF USING STANDARD NERD FARE
01-12-2012, 04:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2012, 05:07 AM by TimeothyHour.)
There are some things all of those born in the land of 220 by 220 know.
Most of these are myths: explanations for the phenomena in the world around them, and, therefore, the perplexing land in which they lived.
At a glance, you'd be forgiven for assuming that 220 was a traditional fantasy land- indeed, if not for some slight... differences, it would be much the same. But if you look closely, everything changes.
The legend of Grakthor, cartographer and giant, details- albeit with varying degrees of sensationalism and inaccuracies- the first systematic exploration of the land of 220. The legend claims he was so large he walked along the edges of the world- each edge taking only 220 steps to walk.
You heard me right. Edges. The world is 220 mythical giant's feet by 220 mythical giant's feet big. Past that is just... nothing. A void. It's not a planet, it's not anything, just... a plane, sitting in a void.
What of light, then? Of weather? How can such a world exist?
In the center of this land, a pillar of light stretches up into seeming infinity. No one knows what's causing it, mind- a significant desert surrounds its source, from which, of those who have tried to venture out there, none of returned. It's brightness seems to cycle on and off in specific periods, and a calendar system was created to follow this cycle.
Similarly strange, an infinite amount of water seems to rain down in immense waterfalls at various points around 220- forming rivers, lakes, even oceans. This keeps the entire world hydrated and alive- not a spec of traditional precipitation has ever touched the land of 220 by 220.
A very rich and influential man has called each of you to his home, situated on the face of one of the tallest mountains. None of you have met each other before this day, and none of you know why, exactly you were invited- simply that you were, and that you arrived. The lot of you are milling around in large, fancy set of rooms. There are a team of butlers, whom you may speak to or interact with, there are the other adventurers, and there are refreshments, which you may heartily consume. Or, you could simply wait.
What do you do?
(Please post at least one action during this sequence. This is acting as a basic confirmation. If you don't post an action by, say, a few days to a week from now, you'll have never have been in the room in the first place- you're too inactive for what is an EIGHT PLAYER GAME.)
Most of these are myths: explanations for the phenomena in the world around them, and, therefore, the perplexing land in which they lived.
At a glance, you'd be forgiven for assuming that 220 was a traditional fantasy land- indeed, if not for some slight... differences, it would be much the same. But if you look closely, everything changes.
The legend of Grakthor, cartographer and giant, details- albeit with varying degrees of sensationalism and inaccuracies- the first systematic exploration of the land of 220. The legend claims he was so large he walked along the edges of the world- each edge taking only 220 steps to walk.
You heard me right. Edges. The world is 220 mythical giant's feet by 220 mythical giant's feet big. Past that is just... nothing. A void. It's not a planet, it's not anything, just... a plane, sitting in a void.
What of light, then? Of weather? How can such a world exist?
In the center of this land, a pillar of light stretches up into seeming infinity. No one knows what's causing it, mind- a significant desert surrounds its source, from which, of those who have tried to venture out there, none of returned. It's brightness seems to cycle on and off in specific periods, and a calendar system was created to follow this cycle.
Similarly strange, an infinite amount of water seems to rain down in immense waterfalls at various points around 220- forming rivers, lakes, even oceans. This keeps the entire world hydrated and alive- not a spec of traditional precipitation has ever touched the land of 220 by 220.
A very rich and influential man has called each of you to his home, situated on the face of one of the tallest mountains. None of you have met each other before this day, and none of you know why, exactly you were invited- simply that you were, and that you arrived. The lot of you are milling around in large, fancy set of rooms. There are a team of butlers, whom you may speak to or interact with, there are the other adventurers, and there are refreshments, which you may heartily consume. Or, you could simply wait.
What do you do?
(Please post at least one action during this sequence. This is acting as a basic confirmation. If you don't post an action by, say, a few days to a week from now, you'll have never have been in the room in the first place- you're too inactive for what is an EIGHT PLAYER GAME.)