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Other Chat / Teeskab
« on: July 04, 2011, 04:23:40 am »
A man in a suit is walking along a sidewalk when he suddenly remembers he had a meeting with a friend that day at a nearby cafe. He looks to his wrist, only to find that he has forgotten his watch. He hails the nearest car to ask the time. As the car slows to a stop, the rear window rolls down, and a man pokes his head out.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, could you give me the time?"
"It is... four thirty-six."
"Thank you."
The window rolls up and the car continues on its way.

Question:
Who was the wealthiest person in this story?
Also, guesses don't count. Explain your reasons.

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Roleplay Corner / [OOCC] - Disgaea: Presence of Favoritism
« on: April 30, 2011, 04:07:36 am »
Suddenly an OOCC thread!

As of now, there are three members of the RP including myself. We'll start it up when one more person joins.

gopostklol

Any questions regarding the RP are to be put here.

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Other Roleplay / [Profiles] Disgaea - Presence of Favoritism
« on: April 30, 2011, 01:45:55 am »
[Insert long, pointless OP here]
Profiles. For this RP. With THIS skeleton:
PU Name:
RP Name:
Class:
Bio:
Image:

Send me your profile if you want to join, and I'll post it here, providing you didn't name your character Sparklypoo or choose a class I said was bannified.

JerryEDIT: Okay, I'm shaping the following profiles a little better.

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Other Roleplay / [RP] Disgaea - Presence of Favoritism
« on: April 28, 2011, 01:45:55 am »
Frenchfry has never opened an RP before, so please just bear with me. I needed to be the one to propose this because I will not trust anyone else to do the actual game justice.


Disgaea PoF take place in - surprise - the Disgaea Universe. A few fans of the series might know where "Presence of Favoritism" came from. Disgaea is populated by many alternate worlds, known as Netherworlds, populated by beings - human-resemblant or otherwise - called Demons. Each Netherworld is unique, and each has an Overlord, the most powerful demon in said Netherworld and their leader. Technically, there is also Celestia and the Human world, but we don't care about them right now.

In general, Demons are not nice people. Most of them are selfish and violent, which is viewed by the "Dark Assembly" - A Netherworld's government body, as a good thing. Regardless, there are still very many heroic demons, several of them even being Overlords.

You are a demon in the Netherworld known as Sanctum, a slightly-less-heartless than usual world. Sanctum's Overlord Yuiska has recently left to challenge Supreme Overlord Baal, rather absentmindedly forgetting to leave a vassal in charge during her absence. And, seeing as Baal is the single most powerful being in the universe, she'll be busy for a while.

In the meantime, a Demon Lord by the name of Lloyd has taken over, and, unlike Yuiska, he is a particularly iron-handed ruler, as well as extremely greedy. Mister Lloyd must die, and WE have to make that happen, because all the Unique characters are off being lazy.

All players must have their character be one of these classes. Don't worry, you have a lot of choices, not all of which are human. Dragons and dragon-based monsters (With the exception of Holy Dragons), Rifle Demons, Wood Giants and Majins are not allowed, due to them being overpowered.
*UPDATE*
In the games, disgaea is Turn-based, with Stats and Levels, which would be needlessly complex for an RP. The action here will be standard, not turn-based or stat-based by any means, though classes will still have their advantages and disadvantages. However, we can safely assume there is still HP involved, which is why you won't be killed just from being hit once, unless you're a healer being hit by a buffed-up Rifle Demon.
If you DO die? Sucks for you, because the Dark Hospital is on vacation right now. If you die, you stay dead. So don't die.
Everyone will be starting in a village called Knavesmire. Fitting might it be, that's a legit town name.

Skeletons, skeletons, Skeletons...
PU Name:
RP Name:
Class:
Bio:
Image:

Approvalplzkthnx?

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Other Chat / 365
« on: April 23, 2011, 07:17:59 am »

Three hundred sixty-five. That number is a lot of things.
It's a Microsoft Office edition, It's the number of things you can do in any given city, and it's what comes after three hundred sixty-four.

But do you know what the most important thing about the number 365 is? It's the number of days that have passed since Ruby's last birthday.



Happy birthday, Ruby!

May you always eat cake and never get sick or gain a pound

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Other Chat / Omegle Conversation Logs
« on: March 19, 2011, 06:39:07 pm »
*Crashes through window*
Gentlemen.

So recently, Myself, and Wailord under my instruction, have been trolling in Omegle. omegle is an entirely anonymous chat website, with or without a video feed for inserting penis. We go on the no video feed server. trolling ventures on Omegle are unpredictable, and oftentimes incredibly lulzy. This thread will be for logs taken from Omegle by myself and Wailord. Anyone else can go to Omegle.com and try it out themselves, and post their own log here, too. Careful, though. There is a hazardous amount of horny teenagers on Omegle.

Here's my most recent one, under the guise of Wesker from Resident Evil:

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.

Stranger: hi:)
You: Oh my. New test subjects?
You: Thank you for volunteering.
Stranger: ok........no sure what is this test about...
You: My name is Albert Wesker. I am a leader.
You: I'm sure you're a busy individual, so allow me to be concise.
Stranger: hi there albert......johnny...leader of what??/
You: A new age is being ushered in. It will need a god.
Stranger: sure no prob....
You: All is going according to plan. I will be this god.
Stranger: ok.....
Stranger: one sec.....
You: There is a virus in the making. One powerful enough to obliterate the entire human race.
You: It's almost completed. I just need a few more test subjects.
Stranger: ok.....
Stranger: virus???
Stranger: what about it???
You: As I said. A new age is being ushered in.
Stranger: ok.......interesting.....
You: Humanity has ruled this earth long enough.
Stranger: ok.......
You: With this virus, humanity will meet its end, with a rebirth as a new, more advanced species.
Stranger: ok....and whtas the name of the virus....
Stranger: or chemical comonent???
Stranger: sorry....component???
You: I thank you for volunteering your life to Umbrella's cause.
You: Your death will be remembered.
Stranger: ok......
Stranger: sure...no prob...
You: My lapdogs are on their way to your home as we speak. Kindly sort out any personal belongings before they arrive.
Stranger: if you what to continue this chat let me know about this virus....
Stranger: i'm with the CIA....
You: The CIA is nothing to me.
Stranger: ok........
You: Have you noticed some of your higher ups wearing sunglasses recently? Even when indoors?
You: Perhaps they've been behaving strangely, as well.
Stranger: i have tracted you host and IP and i know where exactly you are......
You: No matter. This base was rather inconveniently placed, anyway.
Stranger: are you lieing to me???
Stranger: trust me i know who you are...
You: Oh, I can assure you, 29458332, Umbrella is a very real organization.
Stranger: ok....
Stranger: please if you like we can work to gether to do something about it.....
Stranger: bring this serious matter of such gravity in consideration
Stranger: i give you my word....
You: No, I don't need any partners right now, but I do need a few lapdogs.
You: Interested in auditioning?
Stranger: sure........let me get you information....
You: I don't need information, agent. I need bodies.
You: Live bodies.
Stranger: ok....this will be only between you and me....
Stranger: i will deliver 10 live bodies......
Stranger: at the address you provide...
Stranger: 10 live lapdoggs.....

You: When the bodies are ready for transport, I will have my men come and retrieve them.
You: We'll be in touch.

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Other Chat / Frenchfry has a Q&A, too!
« on: January 22, 2011, 03:41:29 am »

DO IT FAGGOT

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Fan Fiction & Writing / The Fallen King (Part Three!)
« on: December 22, 2010, 08:56:42 pm »
Wow. I finally made part three. This is an omen, man.

Anurak was a lot of things. He was a pale man with stark white hair, dressed in an open black leather jacket, pants, and boots, with gold-rimmed Aviator sunglasses. He was a Muay Thai master. He a resigned Army Captain. Above all, though, he was a bounty hunter.
Anurak, along with a young hunter named Zeith, a slightly narcissistic diplomat named Dredge, and a Dragoon named Kain who said little about where he’d come from, spent their days  in the capital city of Mesopotamia, catching thieves, killers, rapists, and pretty much anything that could be considered a threat to society.

Today, he was sitting on the couch of his team’s base, his feet up on the table in front of him, strumming Snow ((Hey Oh)) on his guitar, watching Dredge organize legal documents across from him.

“Hey, Dredge,” He said, managing a smile. “How come we’ve never met your wife?”

Dredge, a man with the small, fit frame of Bruce Lee, looked up from the papers for a moment, smiling back. “Oh, well that’s easy enough a question to answer. I’m afraid she might like you better.”

Anurak laughed, and stopped playing for a moment. “Really, though. I’d love to meet her. She sounds lovely. Impulsive, erratic, and inexorably positive. She’d certainly be better company than Zeith.”

Dredge thought for a moment, then put down the stack of papers he was holding, stood up, and straightened the tie of his open black suit. “Fair enough. Let’s go. I’ll finish our property taxes later.” Anurak laughed again. In the fifteen years Anurak had known Dredge, neither of them had paid a single tax. Anurak lost his house for it, Dredge didn’t. In fact, it was almost as if Dredge was making the government pay taxes to HIM. After sharing a building with Dredge, he’d come to realize it had something to do with actually writing something down on the papers given to you.
“Right-o. I can’t wait.” Anurak stood up, slung his guitar over his back, and followed Dredge out the door shortly after changing his black leather jacket for his dull green Captain’s jacket, adorned with several honorary stripes, along with the Medal of Honor on his right chest.

After ten minutes or so, Dredge had led them to the front door of a three-story house that, aside from its size and obviously well-kept lawn, was unremarkable. It was the house of a man who knew he was rich, but didn’t care. Dredge confidently turned the knob and pushed the door in, shouting, “Come downstairs with your hands up! This is the police!”

There was a small crashing sound, and a feminine figure rolled into the room on a computer chair backwards, her arms raised as she made airplane noises. The chair slowed to a stop and the woman turned around, grinning madly. She was German and Japanese, miraculously inheriting the greatest physical features of both races, with large green eyes and naturally tan skin. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. “Dredge~!” She raised her arms, nearly tackling Dredge to the ground with a vicious attack hug.

Dredge spun her around once before letting her down gently on the floor. She stared at him lovingly for a moment before turning to Anurak.

“Hiya! Who are you?” she said, with a cheery enough expression to make the most hardened criminal’s heart melt.

Dredge chimed in. “Krystal, this is Anurak. He’s my friend, and a partner of mine in the bounty
hunting business.”

Krystal’s expression brightened even more, and she embraced Anurak in a hug, which he returned. Anurak glanced over to Dredge, who gave him a ’Yes, I know I’m lucky’ smile. Krystal released him after a moment, and invited them inside.

Leading them past a spiral staircase into a living room, Krystal committed herself to friendly rambling.

“Dredge always talks about all of you. There’s Zeith, who, from what I gather, is a brat, albeit one that can use a knife and aim a crossbow. Kain sounds nice enough, but a bit too quiet for me. I can’t say any of that for sure, though, because SOMEONE decided never to introduce me!”

Dredge looked out a window nonchalantly.
At the precise moment that the three of them sat down, a particularly tall and muscular man in a suit entered the room, presumably a bodyguard.

“Forgive me, Dredge. He refused to leave until he could speak with you.” Anurak directed his attention to the comparatively small boy clamped in the guard’s grip, in clear discomfort.

Dredge stood up immediately. “Ah, Zeith! Wonderful timing! That will be all, Craig.” The bodyguard relinquished his grip on Zeith and exited the room.

Zeith cast his gaze at Krystal for a moment before muttering, “A brat, eh?”

Krystal looked at him, dumbfounded. “What? How did you-“

“People in my trade have sharp ears. Very sharp ears.”

Anurak straightened his Medal of Honor and piped up. “So, Zeith, what brings you here? I know you didn’t waste that guard’s time just to say ‘I heard that’.”

Zeith pulled a crossbow bolt from his waist, examining the tip. “No, I didn’t. Have you ever heard of the Ancient Lord Stefan?”

Krystal cocked her head to the side. “Oh, you mean that guy that’s like a billion years old because he forgot how to die? Yeah, didn’t he start burning down towns lately, with sticks and stones, pretty much?”

Zeith glared at her. “He’s an Immortal. It’s a semi-human race that more or less went extinct some five hundred years ago. They stop aging somewhere in their mid twenties. And no, the village burning wasn’t him. He also doesn’t use sticks and stones. His kingdom was around in the time of swords and bows, so that’s what he arms his… men… with. While bows may have been long replaced with actual firearms, swords are far from obsolete. So to put it simply: No.”

Krystal threw her hands in the air. “Well sooooo~rry! Why does he matter to you, anyway?”

Zeith looked over to Dredge and Anurak. “Call Kain. Stefan and I need to talk.”

Oh, and by the way, when Zeith mentions that “Swords are far from obsolete,” That is applying to a fantasy world. Not Earth. Please don’t join the military expecting to be a swordfighter.

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Computers & Technology / My internets broke :(
« on: November 20, 2010, 06:11:21 am »
Okay, so here's basically what's going on:

My computer says that it has an 'Excellent' connection to the internet. My family, who happens to be using the same router as me, have no problem. As of right now, there are two websites that I can successfully access: Google and Pokemon Universe.
Everything else... I get that litte circle that says the page is loading... and it just stops there. I've tried letting it sit, and it lasted three hours, just loading, before my battery died.
If it helps, I'm using windows XP with IE7.

Halp. :(

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Ideas & Suggestions / Emotes?
« on: November 14, 2010, 02:07:25 am »
Alright, since the search bar revealed absolutely no insight to this for me, I just decided to throw this out there. It's not an idea, really, since pretty much every game with online capabilities already has it.

Emotes. You know them. You love them. You spent fifty consecutive hours playing Lost Planet 2 to unlock all of them. The question is, "Will they be in PU?"
I, personally, would love it, and be sorely dissapointed if they were absent. I even have a few planned out in my head (The character spins around and gives a 'thumbs up' while facing south; The character grabs their arm and shuts one eye, insinating that they're injured).
I've never seen an MMO without some degree of emotes, so I'm sure they will be in... I just want to be sure.

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Fan Fiction & Writing / The Fallen King (Pt.2)
« on: October 01, 2010, 03:32:03 am »
Okay, this took a while because I just stopped working on it at one point. I don't have much else to say, aside from the fact that it's much longer than last episode, so here you go:

Day 3, month 5, year 530.
Until now I have been making base in the pitiful shambles of what was once a great kingdom. When I look upon the ruins that I call my home, I can’t help but feel my predecessors would be revolted by what their kingdom has become. That is why I am leaving. In Geoffrey’s Mountains, it is rumored there is the key to a colossal tower. This tower is not simply a large building, however. Within its walls are rumored to be the very roots of the dark magic which I have so long sought to be the omnipotent master of. The tower itself is already in my possetion. I have no means of entering it without this ‘key’. The Shadow Clan will compare to fleas in the face of the mighty beasts that I may raise upon entering this tower. The Griffon said to guard the kingdom that has replaced my own will cower in fear at what lies within those walls. From the mighty Leviathan to the invincible Bahamut, everything will be within my reach.


Stefan had traveled alone to the mountain range said to hold the key to the tower. After several tedious hours of rummaging through the innards of each, he had finally come across a cave that showed promise. Whoever had hidden this item had clearly been a priest of some sort. The finest ornaments and masonry lined the entrance, and the walls of the cave were lined with statues of soldiers. The soldiers were known as ‘guardians’ in certain religious cults, and were supposed to keep their surrounding safe from evil. The irony being, of course, that their presence had made it glaringly obvious that the key was there.
As he reached the end of the long corridor, a thought occurred to Stefan. In the world of religion… magic is almost always the culprit of the spread in belief. If that is the case, then whoever hid the key most likely had a touch more planned for those statues than simply to ward off invisible evil. Turning around, he reached for the scythe on his back. He took a step towards the nearest statue, and pointed the scythe towards it, and, as he did so, a few ripples of energy flowed towards the blade. After a few seconds, a pitch-black beam was released from its heel, impacting on the statue almost immediately. The impact was met with a small tremor throughout the statue. Then it shattered, sending debris in every direction. When the remains stilled, a white mist floated up from them, disappearing into the ceiling. Stefan repeated this process on the remaining statues, then proceeded into the next area.
In the center of this room was an extremely tall Mayan-pyramid-style pillar, at the top of which stood a magnificent crystal. Smirking at how easy this had been made for him, Stefan placed his foot on the first step of the steep staircase in front of him. As soon as he did so, however, tower shook violently, cracked, and collapsed into dust, the crystal becoming buried inside it.
Stefan could almost feel the anger pulsating through his brain. Letting out a scream, he jumped into the sand and started throwing mounds of the remnants aside, searching wildly for the crystal. What he found, however, wrenched his heart both directions.
The crystal gone. Almost. Stefan could see a few glowing grains of bluish sand in the pile in his hand, extremely small, but unmistakably parts of the crystal. Letting his crushed hope drain between his fingers, Stefan stood, turned around, and walked away.
As he left, however, something caught his eye. There, on the wall, right next to the exit, was a small, yet obviously man-made straight crack going downwards about arm-level with Stefan.

A glimmer of hope reignited, Stefan slowly raised his arm towards the crack. With a spark of black magic, he willed the rock outwards. A small square, about five square inches, was lifted off the wall, and fell to the ground a moment later. In its place, Stefan saw a small, black key. His hands shaking, Stefan reached out and lifted up the key. It was surprisingly heavy for such a small object. This was it.
A small smile crept over Stefan’s face. He laughed menacingly, then walked out of the cave. Walking away, however, he was somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected the key to the tower to be, well… a key. No matter, he had it now, and in moments, he would be inside the tower.
After about ten minutes, the Tower was looming over Stefan like a colossal beast. It’s sheer size blotted out the sun from Stefan’s position. Every inch of the exterior was coated with an intricate, beautiful, and menacing design. It truly looked like a pillar from hell. Slowly, Stefan placed the key in what looked to him to be the only thing that could possibly be a keyhole.
For just a moment, some black, vine-like object shot out of the tower and wrapped itself around Stefan’s cranium, and returned back into the tower before he could react. The result was the slow opening of the door, into the tower.
Setting aside the weird-factor of what had just happened, Stefan walked inside the tower. The innards of the tower were magnificent. He felt as if he had just walked into the court of a god. Gold trimming lined nearly everything, and two large flights of stairs came down against the back wall, meeting and coming forward towards the front. While Stefan took in the beauty of the room he was now in, he heard a small noise. Footsteps. They were growing progressively nearer, until finally a man appeared at the top of the staircase. Stefan gripped the Scythe on his back.
When the man’s ‘face’ appeared, Stefan noticed he was wearing a Drama mask- The right half black with a white smile, the left half white with a black frown. He also wore a tophat, and a black cloak covered everything below his neck. He turned his head to face Stefan, and began talking.

“Oh, hello there, Stefan. I was wondering when you would arrive.” As he spoke, a white-gloved hand appeared from the cloak, and he tipped his hat.

Loosening his grip on the Scythe, Stefan asked, “Who are you, and more importantly, HOW did you get in here?

His hand on the brim of his hat, the man replied. “My name is Eric, and as far as my entering this tower goes…” Eric extended his hand outward, snapped his fingers, and vanished into thin air.
He reappeared some three feet away from Stefan, his arm once again hidden beneath his cloak.
“…I have my ways of passing locked doors.”

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Fan Fiction & Writing / The Fallen King
« on: September 08, 2010, 12:48:34 am »
[Insert introductory speech here]

I am fear. I am chaos. I am war. My name is Stefan. I sit on the dark throne of a forgotten empire, biding my time, observing the war-torn civilization beneath me, waiting for a time when the men of war have all passed on, and I may once again take hold of the reigns and restore my empire to its former glory. With me is an army of undead, risen by the Scythe of Death himself, and ready to crush any of the feeble resistance that may remain when the time comes. Recently, however, men have been venturing to my ruined city. They are pinning some idiotic insurrection on me. A small village torn apart by bandits, one of them identified as a knight in Onyx armor. They have somehow blamed this on me. I have done nothing, but it matters very little. All those who attempt to destroy me shall meet a swift and untimely end.

Stefan was a truly frightening man- if he could be called that anymore. His jet black hair and blood red eyes made him seem ruthlessly evil. He was well over five hundred years old, though his face maintained a youthful appearance, and while not particularly tall, he was still tall enough where he could literally look down on most men. His Onyx armor was ancient, but still far more useful than anything produced in modern days, and the shoulder spikes made it nearly impossible for someone to take a slice at his neck.
Today, Stefan sat on his throne, pondering what he would do with a recently captured prisoner. A small boy, by the name of Zeith. He had charged into the ruins of Stefan’s old empire armed with nothing but a small combat knife. Even so, he had taken apart quite a few of the undead before Stefan arrived and took him down.
Sometime after high noon, a member of the Shadow Clan – His elite guard – slipped into the throne room through a small hole in the wall. “Massssster…”
Stefan, irritated by the interruption, said slowly, “Shadow, I believe I gave you very specific instructions on when you were permitted to disrupt my train of thought.”
“Yesssss, master. Only if the prissssssoner was becoming a problem, and…”
“Shadow, your troupe is supposed to be the best of the best, is it not? How much trouble can you have with unarmed boy that still isn’t old enough to drink?”
“…We will tend to the problem, masssster.”
“No, you won’t. Empty the cell, I’ll be there in a moment.”
In the cell, the prisoner, a boy aged about fourteen, was still chained to the wall, as before, though he held the skull of an undead between his teeth. As Stefan entered, the boy’s eyes erupted into pure hate, almost bursting with distain.
Ripping the skull from the boy’s mouth, Stefan asked, “What is your name, boy?”
The reply was, unsurprisingly, hostile. “You monster! I’ll kill you!”
He may very well have continued, but Stefan clamped his mouth shut. “I asked for your name, kid. Tell me who you are, or I will kill you in the most painful manner possible.”
The boy paused, clearly having an internal struggle with his own pride. “…My name is Zeith,” he said eventually.
“Ah, I knew a man named Zeith when I was your age. Very quiet as a person, and very frightening on the battlefield. That was centuries ago, though. Tell me, Zeith; Why have you come here?”
“You destroyed my village, you bastard! You killed everyone!”
“…Zeith. I haven’t left these ruins in five hundred years. What could I have done to your village?
“Liar! I saw you! You and your soldiers killed every last one of them!”
Stefan, losing patience, planted his fist deep in the stomach of Zeith. Looking past him, into the wall, Stefan continued. “I am not a nice person, Zeith, but I am not a monster. I have nothing to gain from attacking helpless civilians, and nothing to prove by burning the innocent. What happened to your village is unfortunate, but it had nothing to do with me.”
“…”
“Think about it. If I were so ruthless that I would attack a village without provocation, then why would I be allowing you to live right now?”
Zeith looked away.
“Listen to me. I am going to let you go now. What you do next will decide your future. If you raise a hand against me, I will kill you.”
Stefan cut the bonds that held Zeith to the wall, who dropped to the ground and fell to his knees for a moment, before righting himself and moving slowly towards the door.
As he opened the door, Zeith turned back and said, slowly, “The man you knew… Zeith… He is my ancestor. He was the father of modern ninjas, and the namesake for every man in my family.”
Not leaving time for Stefan to reply, Zeith hurried out the door and away from the ruins.
Staring off into oblivion, Stefan wondered. Would this be the last he sees of Zeith? He shook his head. Something had compelled him to allow that boy to live. Something in him. Something… different. Whatever his future held, Zeith was going to have a large role in shaping the world to the future.

BAM! I have to end this here, because it’s getting just a little too long for a single post. I will be including pokemon later if I feel like continuing the story, though this isn’t a story about saving the world from team fag-ma and team cock-wa, this is about Stefan, and his journy to regain his place as the ruler of the world, so don’t expect pokemon to be that important to the story.

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Quests & Plots / The Fearrow in the Fissure/Chain
« on: July 08, 2010, 02:10:31 am »
Graaaaah…. This is mine second attempt at making a quest. Last one didn’t get enough publicity for me to tell if it was good or bad, but apparently that guy with the “You’re Adopted!” Picture liked it. This time I also actually READ the guidelines, so no legendaries are in this one!

Reccomended level: 30+
Enviroment: Forest. (Wait, Unbreakable... I DID say if it was in the woods! Read the first sentence!)
Reward: 1x Ultra Ball, 300poke (...We're still using 'poke' as the currency in PU, right?)
NPCs: Robert, Fearrow

Anyway, the trigger for the quest to begin is in the middle of a forest. As you’re walking through, you come to a giant fissure with something sparkling at the bottom. Pressing the  action button here will bring up a box that says “You see something glowing at the bottom, but can’t quite make it out. Lean forward for a better look (Quest Initiative)? [Yes] [No]

So you select ‘Yes’, and as you look down into the fissure, a Pikachu jumps on your head to get across, and you fall in shortly afterwards. At the bottom of the hole, you find out that the shiny object was a fork. Disappointing, yes, but that’s okay, because now you’re trapped at the bottom of a giant hole! So you look around for a bit, when a giant Onix bores through the wall and almost crashes into you, when someone pulls you out of the way.

After scolding you for being stupid for falling in, he introduces himself as Robert. He says that he’s been looking for his Fearrow since an Ursurang tackled it into the fissure about a day ago. Obviously, this triggers your interest, because a Fearrow could get you out of there. So, you look around for a while with Robert, during which time any random encounters will be a double battle, and eventually you find his Fearrow. As you approach it, the ground rumbles, and a Steelix bursts out of the wall and knocks Robert into the wall, keeping him from helping you fight it. So you fight off the Steelix, and you get his Fearrow back, which, to your dismay, is too injured to fly.

Robert puts his Fearrow snugly in its pokeball, and you help him back to where you fell in. He says that he came prepared, and fires a flare gun into the sky. Moments later, a ladder gets thrown to you and you climb up. At the top, several people all dressed in assortments of red are surrounding the hole. Robert introduces them as his clan, and tells you that they were combing the forest for the egg  nest of a rare pokemon. He also says that you are welcome to join them at any time, though their search hasn’t been going very well. Afterwards, you gain access to the clan’s camp, which has a fairly long chain of tedious quests, at the end of which, you are granted an egg that will later hatch into a rare pokemon. Which pokemon exactly I’m not sure. Perhaps one of the starter pokemon?
http://rubbishcarrot.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2thys1
Deviantart wouldn't let me post this on the forum, so here's the link. Someone please help me figure out two things:
1) How does I post picture with new deviantart?
2) Is it healthy to have drawing skills this bad?

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Ideas & Suggestions / Possible bug/issue...?
« on: May 26, 2010, 03:43:20 am »
I'm sure you've probably thought of this by now, but there is a problem that just occured to me with the entire mmorpg thing with a pokemon map format.
This might have been asked before, but I used the search bar twice and nothing came up, so...
So, the problem I see is this: Can two avatars be on the same square? Because if not, then if two players didn't like another player for whatever reason, then they could just wait for him to go to walk through a twoo-square-wide pathway, and they could both stand next to eachother in the path, blocking him and keeping him from leaving the town. Or, two people could stand in the same spot, but they just happen to be afk, and  nobody could leave the town.
By the same token, if two avatars CAN be on the same square, than if everyone's talking in the center of a poular town or whatever, people could annoy other players by standing on the same square as them.
So, I want to know if the PU team has any plan to solve this problem.

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Fan Fiction & Writing / Stefan's rare-hunt
« on: April 02, 2010, 11:46:42 pm »
I got bored, so I decided to try my hand at roleplaying. The stars of this story - which I will continue if people like it - are Stefan Bashkir, a rare pokemon hunter, and his partner Sunset, a Lucario. Some of you might have seen my quest idea, and this is, in fact, the very same Stefan, though in the past, a little before he became famous. So without further ado, my story.

In the deep, dark, unforgiving forest called Tiny Woods, a caterpie was cacooning itself in preperation for evolution. Approximately halfway through its covering itself with web, the caterpie was stamped into the ground by a Grovyle moving lightning-fast through the woods. Dazed, but unharmed alive, the caterpie pulled itself out of the hole it had made in the ground, only to be kicked an easy eight feet away by a man dressed like Van Helsing pursuing the Grovyle.

Stefan cursed under his breath. That Grovyle was a touch faster than him, and the mask over his mouth was beginning to make simple breathing a challenge; his clothing was hardly suited for dodging through a forest like this. He reached a hand to his belt, and grabbed a throwing knife out of it. He lifted it by the blade, took aim, and threw- and the knife whizzed past the grovyle's head.
This, however, was intentional. The knife dug a few inches into a tree, and a failing branch, shaken by the impact, gave in and fell- catching the grovyle by the foot. The branch did not stop the Grovyle, but it did trip it up, making it stumble and slam headfirst into a tree. The grovyle fell backwards, unconscious.
Irritaded, Stefan called out, "Gee wiz, thanks for the help, Sunset. I really appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule of watching paint dry to give me a hand with this chase."
the leaves of a nearby tree rustled, and a Lucario landed softly on the ground in front of him.
"You did fine on your own, didn't you?" Sunset rolled out his shoulder nonchalantly.
"Oh, yes, I did fine. If you count ten minutes of chasing a single pokemon - which, mind you, is twice as agile and slightly faster than I am - through an unfamiliar forest while it hurtles through a deathtrap made of wood at fifty miles an hour as 'doing fine'."
"Meh. It hardly matters. We can still get out, and nothing else was affected in the forest, so what's the problem?"
Stefan still appeared irritated, though he said nothing more. Instead, he tossed a Pokeball at the grovyle, which put up very little resistance due to its recent head injury.

Later, at a pokemon center, Stefan passed the time waiting for his Grovyle to recover by reading the newspaper to see what his next target would be. Psyduck sighted near littleroot? He has twenty of them from his first year of being a trainer. Rattas loose in oldale? Don't make me laugh, you can't walk ten feet without stepping on one of them. Ralts in kanto? that caught his eye. Why would that appear in a Hoenn newspaper? He read more of the article. Apparently this particular ralts has a habit of attacking everything it sees. Just about the exact opposite of normal behavior. The species might not be rare, but that would certainly be a one-of-a-kind catch. Hell, it might even be a male. Gallades were one of those species that Stefan never could get a hold of.
Sunset looked up at him. "I know that look. You found our next target?"
Stefan spun a pokeball on the tip of his finger, one of his alternatives to actually twiddling his thumbs. "Oh, I found are target all right. Before that, though, we have to enter a tournament of some sort."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm broke."

Quick note here: If anyone was planning on telling me that Sunset is a pokemon and shouldn't be able to talk, he's a Lucario. Lucario, Mewtwo, and Lugia can talk, according to the anime movies.

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