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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:27 pm
Group: Eats Name: lostandtold Response: "My horror movie sense is tingling." Lost frowns, crossing her arms. The dark alley, or the sunny beach? Well, a life on the edge was a life well-lived. She turns to follow Atma into the dark alley, only to jump backwards at the emergence of a stranger in a trenchcoat. After her heartrate goes down, she manages to grin. "Hey, stranger, whaddaya selling?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:15 pm
 ROUND 2 ENDS 11.59PM PST, 31 JAN (THURS) 2013
GROUP SPARTA
Instead of having traversed outside the theme park to the eponymous HyTech building,
our adventurers have been unknowingly led by your own into...the factory inside Phonyland.
This turn of events is underlined when you wander down an ominously long corridor to -
- find yourselves teetering on the edge of a massive pool, full of strange, bubbling chemicals!
Behind you, a pair of metal panels, hitherto concealed, have slid out of the walls to slam shut behind you - you are trapped!
But you might not even have noticed, for the fumes from the chemical pool are making you very dizzy indeed......What do you do NOW?!Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Sparta
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can't dictate what happens to the chemicals nor what they do :| ] GROUP AFTERMATH
Our intrepid adventurers decide to start with the Phonyland Stables dumpsters for proximity convenience,
figuring you could always move on to the much further C*cktail at HQ if the search proved fruitless.
Venturing deep into the residential district, you shoulder onwards into the massive dumpsters, lined up end to end,
behind the dormitory-esque buildings, braving the stench to rummage through the rubbish, eyeing up each can.
At first there is only one growl, low and guttural...then it is quickly joined up many, many more
- and our heroes look up to see -
- oh, yes, a brief interlude to point out the cheery neon sign neatly tacked behind the dumpsters:
Our Phonyland Dumpsters are Protected by our Phonyland Dumpster-protecting Goggie Squad! <3 -
- a snarling pack of giant bristling razor-fanged hounds - rushing straight at you.
WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?!?!?!
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Aftermath
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to the hounds nor what they do! :O ] GROUP EATS
The roguishly handsome mustachioed man starts to part his trenchcoat, clinking with a host of jostling cans -
when a pair of pistols (one might have been a sawed-off shotgun) falls from that dark cavern to the ground.
There is a moment of freezing silence - then he swoops the guns off the floor and point them at our intrepid heroes.
"Sorry, kiddos," he says with a steady eye, "you weren’t supposed to see that - and now you’ll pay the price."
YIKES. Facing certain death, what will you do NOW?
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Eats
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to your mustachioed man nor what he does - he belongs to us now mwahahahah >D ] GROUP BONJOUR
Unable to come to a uncommon consensus, our adventurers wander around the Phony City streets,
peering into dark alleys, eyeing up groups of people, and glancing at game stalls -
Kitty Sprightt trailing more unwillingly behind, bag held like a shield.
When you hear the murmur of a group of people from behind a steel door in a dark alley -
and was that the sound of tiles being dealt? A game (of sorts)! - it seems the natural conclusion
to open the door and venture in -
- to find yourselves surrounded by a horde of ninjas brandishing gleaming blades,
furious at being interrupted in the middle of an intense game of Shibo Yangcong-san!
Secret ninjas in Phonyland. Who’da thunk?
You mean - AAAAHHHHHH NOW WHAT DO YOU DO?!!?!?!?
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Bonjour
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to the ninjas nor what they do ;D ] GROUP SLEAZY
As fiendishly clever as your plan might have been, it isn’t long before word reaches the Admin building
- and our creative miscreants are hauled into a vast, if sparse, interrogation room where a yellow Pegasus awaits you,
left with nothing but what you had been using and, where applicable, the bag of the unfortunate last customer you had frisked.
The only door clangs shut behind you.
"Look, guys," the yellow Phony shrugs, with the dicky sort of smile only a superior officer can afford, "we’ve been getting...complaints and -"
before he can finish the sentence, the light overhead flickers and -
- as soon as the room is plunged into darkness, the gurgles and growls begin.
"Ah, damn," the voice of the Phony continues, "sorry, guys, we’ve been having this grue problem - just hang tight, I’ll be back in a sec."
There is the beat of wings and the distant thud of a ceiling trapdoor.
Our adventurers have been left to yourselves. It is pitch black.
You are likely to be eaten by a grue.WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?!!?!?Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Sleazy
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to the likely grue nor what it does! 89 ] GROUP DECAF
And indeed, our adventurers set off into the back-alleys of Phony City.
Strangely enough for a theme park, the back-alleys turn out to be vast and mazy, one dank alley
leading into another: one turn and the next and the next - and suddenly our heroes are...in the sewers?
CLANG - you sharply turn to see the steel grate drop over the mouth of the tunnel you have unwittingly walked into.
You are trapped.
And then, they come.
“One of us. One of us. One of us.” They shamble out of the darkness, four-limbed and misshapen
- were they...were they Phonies?!! It was so difficult to tell past the melting skin and
staring eyes and chattering teeth, coated with a toxic-looking substance.
Closer and closer they came, hordes, all around you - if they touched you, or, worse, bit you...
What...what do you do now?!!?!
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Decaf
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to the toxic Phonies nor what they do D8! ] Luafien Included in this round because we were notified of force majeure GROUP MONSTROUS
The reasoning is sound enough: our intrepid explorers leave the premises and start towards the distant HyTech building.
Your journey there, if slightly tiring, is remarkably uneventful (for this CYOA anyway).
When you reach the building, you find it strangely quiet - even the proud Hybrid Technica sign out front has been left unlit.
The glass doors, however, still slide open.
Unfortunately, once the entire group has made your way beyond them, they slide shut - and slide no more.
There is no one here. The computer terminals are still on, but most of the lights are off.
As our heroes ponder where to turn, the elevator announces its arrival with a ‘ding’ -
but as you watch the doors part, no ordinary ‘ding’ could have prepared them for the monstrosity that bursts out of the lift:
It is HUGE. With WINGS. And TENTACLES. AND CLAWS AND FANGS AND
- IS IT SPITTING ACID?!! AT YOU?!?!!? AS IT ROARS AND RUSHES ACROSS THE ROOM - AT YOU?!?!?
WHAT SORT OF ATROCITIES COULD HAVE BEEN COMMITTED AT THIS LABORATORY TO BRING FORTH
A MONSTER FROM A RESIDENT EVIL GAME?!!?!?
AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?!?!?!!?!??
Please use the following code to respond: [b]Group:[/b] Monstrous
[b]Name:[/b] [ your username ]
[b]Response:[/b] [ response here! You can’t dictate what happens to the monstrosity nor what it does! BD ] AS FOR YOU...
The slumbering forms of customers lain wily-nily across the parkgrounds displease Prowl. They displease Prowl very much.
When a customer chooses to lie on your floor and fall asleep at will, they cross the line from customers to loiterers.
Prowl cannot tolerate loiterers. They are so...untidy.
With little ceremony, the loiterers are collected and deposited outside Phonyland.
They slumber on.
Days pass.
They slumber on.
Months pass.
They slumber on.
Years pass.
They slumber on.
They are no longer human - no, no, no longer human, having slumbered so long.
Little by little their forms had turned to stone, sparkling stone, beautiful statues, not far from the gates of Phonyland.
The Slumbering Loiterers, visitors call them. They are attractions in their own right.
Couples marvel over them, children swing from their arms, birds - well, they are statues.
They slumber on, until one day - but that is another story. Wait - actually, this whole thing is another story.
Oh sh- we got the scripts mixed up. Sorry, sorry!
Anyway, the loiterers are collected and deposited outside Phonyland where they get eaten by a grue when night falls.
Better luck next time!
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Your Little Phony Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:29 pm
Group: Decaf
Name: Syrcaid
Response: Perhaps aimless wandering was the wrong course of action. My fellow team mates were being surrounded by some nasty looking Phony-like creatures. Why would a place like Phonyland really have such a place where creatures hid away?
"I think I remember a situation something similar to this for the Ninja Turtles. I got dibs on Raph, by the way," I said, in nervous conversation.
I looked desperately at the pipes. Nothing... nothing... rats... nothing...
"Aha!" I exclaimed, finally seeing something that might help. Anything was better than being poisoned or worse.
With a groan, I pulled open a valve with the hopes that clean water would soon come rushing in.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:34 pm
Group: Monstrous
Name: ChezaRain
Response:
First things first: RUN!
Not knowing WHAT that thing was, and without a strategy guide to beating it with a double-barrel shotgun and grenades, there wasn't much else Cheza COULD do. BUT, she did have a thought to share.
"WHY CAN'T WE JUST TAKE HIS WINGS INSTEAD AND BOLT FOR THE ELEVATOR?! ;3;"
Heck, if that's what they decided on doing, Cheza was grabbing the nearest computer monitor and chucking it at acid-guys' head. SOME defense was better than her bare hands!
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:44 pm
Group: Eats
Name: -Yasha Alchemist
Response: All she needed was to get her mits on some forbidden fruit energy drinks and she was now about to get shot? That ain't right. So Yasha did all she could do..... fall to the ground and cover herself up with trash of the sketch alleyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:38 pm
Group: Bonjour
Name: Kitty Sprightt
Response: What I do is thank my lucky stars that I was at the back of the group, let go of my bag, hold my hands loosely open and visible at my sides, and back up towards the door. I don't want any trouble, and I make sure my body language conveys that as accurately as possible.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:41 pm
Group: Sparta
Name: Kitomyx
Response:
"Well, shoot." Death by chemical inhalation. But there were worse ways to go, right? Like being ripped to shreds by a bunch of vicious stray dogs. Or being shot down by a stranger with guns. Or being stabbed by the gleaming blades of angry ninjas or mutilated by a heard of zombie phonies or being turned to stone or mauled by something out of a Resident Evil game. Or finding oneself in pitch black darkness before being consumed by a grue. Whatever a grue was. In fact, all that made death by chemicals seem that much more peaceful.
But of course there was always the chance of becoming mentally retarded or badly mutated instead, depending on what chemicals they were being exposed to. If their fumes were making them dizzy, it couldn't have been anything good, at the very least. They needed ventilation. Or gas masks. Whoever worked in this absurd place had to have one or the other, right? Then again, the metal panels thing was a bit eerie... Did they do that to all their employees?
"Guys, I'm going to look for gas masks or windows," he informed the group, trying to breathe as little as possible. He waved the fumes away as best he could, taking a lungful of air closest to the doors where they'd entered. It seemed more likely that air would be the least polluted. Breath held, Kit did a quick inspection of the area to see what he could find.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:50 pm
Group: Monstrous
Name: Chrystali
Response: Chrys does the most natural thing she can and has the most ridiculous kira-kira face one could possibly muster in such a situation. No one told her Yorick and Dacj had babies!
Of course, that didn't make the danger any less real given just who those gene donors were, and with only one viable option being shouted, there wasn't much room to reason. "Sounds like as good an idea as any, but aim for the stairs -- it's too empty in here to trust that they're working in our favor!" But she remained where she was, save for a dance to and fro to avoid splatters of acid the best she could, waiting --
-- because someone had to get on its back to take its wings...or at least ride it around like a kicking jabberwock-cthulu thing. Maybe it just needed a good scritch behind the ear. Or maybe it would splatter her on the wall. Either way, she would try to assuage the beast's acidic spew, because hey. This was her turf. And if this thing hurt her Ju Hytes, there would be hell to pay.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:54 pm
Group: Bonjour
Name: peanutbutterpies
Response:
How cool! Andsomewhatterrifyingohgod. I, very quickly, put my hands up to show I have no weapons and mean peace. And by peace I back up towards the door, hoping that I won't get hurt. Because death is bad.
"H-Hiiiii. We uh, we kind of found the wrong door. So we'll just be going noowww...." I say, trying to diffuse the situation the best I can.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:25 pm
Group: Bonjour
Name: SilverShieldwolf
Response:
For the love of phony...I get bumped into by PBP. The ninja's look pretty awesome, but those blades don't. I let my arms relax showing that I mean no harm. "Hey they might be able to help us find what we are looking for." I look at the ninjas, "for a price maybe."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:45 pm
Group: Bonjour
Name: Chibi_Kokoro143
Response: Chibi_Kokoro laughs in nervousness as she looks at the tip of the blade. "I don't think....money will help."
Chibi looks at Corn's bag and think's maybe anything that's inside or the bag it's self might be a distraction.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 4:51 pm
Group: Sleazy Name: Vesperiie Response: Grue.... where had she heard that before. Ah yes, Scara the Sordid had been talking about them, in a place called Zork, vicious but light-fearing creatures. And well, if it was light they needed, here comes the cleric! She put her hands together, murmuring a series of magical incantations (that may or may not have contained some expletives), and suddenly Vesp the Voluptuous began to radiate with holy light, enough to illuminate the group of them and a small region beyond that. And if some parts of her were glowing a bit brighter than others, well, all the better.
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 5:08 pm
Hey guys? We can be done with this thing. We can be done with this thing right now. I was just in the mailroom of my apartment and I... I... this was at the junk mail/flyer desk. Anyways, time for my real response! Group: Sleazy Name: Scaramouche Fandango Response: You hang out in enough dark alleyways and you get to know your creatures of darkness pretty well. Hell, being a back alley-din was just a few steps away from being a creature of darkness yourself. Scaradango the Sordid wasn't going to get buried under a tombstone that stated she'd died doing the right thing, that was for sure. But grues were bad news, and she wasn't about to let her team get munched. She gripped tightly to the heavy handbag of the little old grandmother she'd frisked earlier as she prepared to cast a spell. "Guys!" she hissed. "Gather behind me! We need as much light as possible!" She flailed about in the darkness for a bit, grabbing hands and arms and bodies and flinging them behind her. "I'm casting Magic Missile! I'm attacking the darkness!" Yeah, sure, it wasn't really the most paladin-esque of spells, but it was the old chestnut for attacking the darkness.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 5:12 pm
Group: Decaf
Name: Fairymount
Response: Oh fantastic! It was the Feed/Walking Dead/Insert-Zombie-Movie-and-or-Book nightmares all over again. Except this time, they were real. And well... Phonies. And if Fairy was prepared for anything, it was zombies. Surely all those hours wasted reading, watching and planning would come in handy now.
Keeping her eyes on the monstrous forms surrounding their group, Fairy backed up slowly, intending to form a small cluster with her team-mates.
"Don't let 'em touch or bite you! Keep together so they can't get in behind us!"
Then, with a grim smile of amusement, Fairy shut off her camcorder and turned it in her hand so so that it formed a rough guard for her knuckles. If it was curtain time, she was going to go out in style, and take a few of these monsters with her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 7:05 pm
[spolier] Group: Sleazers gonna sleaze. Name: StarieMichie Response: Nobody puts Michie in a dark corner with a Grue. Nobody. Unfortunately, being a d**k Summoner was a rather specific class to take. She couldn't make her tits glow like another member of the group could (that had to make Vesp the life of every party). But, it was the group's lucky day because Michie had also multi-classed into Heartless a*****e. One of the things she learned from playing video roleplaying games was that summons and pets were great things to use as meat shields. What better way to sponge up the damage than a fat d**k! She reached into her pocket and pulled out some more magic dust and shouted her summon, "WIDE-U c***e-U". Out came the otaku self-propelled stomach, Senshi Desu Dicku Wa. SDDW promptly made kawaii twinkle eyes at the monster while summoning a magical companion of her own. Summons in summons? WE'VE GONE TOO DEEP. Little Molly Dickwald began to just repeat "bone and meat" over and over... it was more than a little creepy. Way better than hearing him talk about Huey Lewis and the News though. Miche totally had nothing on her that could make light, unless you counted her security guard, standard issue, electronic stun gun. But that was waaaaay to dangerous to whip out in the closed space. Yepp. Cannon fodder was the way to go. A shitty thing to do, but you don't take a rank in Heartless a*****e without breaking a few dicks.
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