Space Opera - The Drip Chronicles

Originally posted on MSPA by thriggle.

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NT: DANCE!!! [img]images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif[/img] [img]images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif[/img] [img]images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

Your master WESLEY can wait. For now you are content to celebrate your existence with an EXUBERANT DANCE NUMBER.

You clearly have powers beyond man's ken.

NT: Talk in an annoying nasal voice to enrage the animals into stunned raging stillness.

You decide to test out your vocal abilities, arguing to yourself that this will somehow serve your master WESLEY.

You quickly get carried away with your own voice. You are a FANTASTIC singer, if you do say so yourself. Deliciously nasal and delightfully annoying!

NT: Inspect your surroundings

>NT: Defend your master at all costs! Determine the largest threat to WESLEY.

NT: Sneak attack! Get the natives from the rear while they're still attacking Wesley/Nigel!

> NT: Waddle over to hostile natives. Assess risk levels and/or attack.

>NT: DESTROY ALL

Enough fooling around. It's time for BUSINESS. (It's BUSINESS TIME.)
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Huh. Looks like during those two or so hours of singing and dancing the NATIVE ANIMALS ceased hostilities and are now on their way out. They probably see the INANIMATE WESLEY as no longer a threat. You can see that they are removing the SPACE VESSEL with a yellow BEAST OF BURDEN. A pair of NATIVES are examining a ZAP GUN that has been rent in twain. Only one TINFOIL-HELMETED NATIVE seems to be still directing anger toward the now motionless WESLEY.

What now?