You find yourself in E1M1

[foq]

<mfw extra silly impulse was actually useful

>practice grappling hook skills, play cards with DKC, play fetch with SFX, listen to more phychobabble

[Shadowswift]

<mfw extra silly impulse was actually useful

>practice grappling hook skills, play cards with DKC, play fetch with SFX, listen to more phychobabble

As the atrium is quite generous with room and ceiling space, you practice your hooking. No, not THAT kind of hooking...

You open your console and begin a game of 5 card draw with the DKC. After losing the first seven hands played, you opt for a different game. Go Fish! Now that is a MAN'S game! You soundly crush your companion two games out of three.

You pull out your old hand axe and call SFX over. You fling the axe far across the room and tell it to go fetch! It puzzles over your request for a bit, then slowly floats over and retreaves the axe, then brings it back to you. It does not look amused. You get the feeling that Darkscythe would have been a lot better at this game...

You set down cross-legged and clear your mind. You attempt to listen to the psychic traffic.

...

...........Damn this itches....I wonder who gave it to me. I bet it was that tramp from last night....oh gods, they can hear me! Oh gods, I can hear me! Laalalalalllalaalalaalalaaalaallaaaa!!!



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[foq]

>use your old hand axe to chip some super cool design into the wall

[metchsteekle]

> count the stones in the floor

[foq]

>call HQ and ask them if they can get someone to deliver a pizza

[metchsteekle]

>text ray 'herrow '

[Shadowswift]

>use your old hand axe to chip some super cool design into the wall

You chip away a picture of a medieval warrior in armor made of chain and cloth with a helmet that blocks off his entire face, save for two little eyeholes. The detail is extraordinary. You name him "Tim the Adventurer". You then set to work carving out an enemy for Tim. A bandit, armed with bow and arrow. The bandit is bleeding and broken, but Tim appears to have taken an arrow to his knee. Poor Tim. That probably ended whatever adventuring career he had.

> count the stones in the floor

The floor appears to be made of old, worn, cracked bricks. You devise a counting and marking system with your axe to make sure you dont doublecount any of the bricks. After several hours of careful counting and recounting, you make the final count of 12,520 bricks on the floor. You feel extremely accomplished right now.

>call HQ and ask them if they can get someone to deliver a pizza

After making your request, you hear Lieutenant Donavon laughing on the other end, followed promptly by a *click*. Did they just hang up on you...? Sheesh, how rude! It wasn't THAT outragious...I mean, sure, once he's here with your pizza, he's pretty much stuck here until you can figure out how to get back and he'd have to take up arms as one of your companions, but how bad could that be? All pizza delivery boys are trained in interdimensional combat tactics these days, aren't they?

>text ray 'herrow '

The Captain took his console off and left it lying somewhere in the Nameless City. Your friendly text would go unanswered The very thought of such rejection makes you tear up and prevents you from even typing it out.

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[foq]

>practice the mystic art of kaio-ken

[Shadowswift]

>practice the mystic art of kaio-ken

You sit down cross-legged and try to find your inner-strength. It is difficult to find your own thoughts with all the psychic mumblings around here. You pull from whatever inner self you have and bring it out. You focus on the strength, the untapped reservoirs of power within. A red aura errupts around you, small and glimmering at first, then chaotic and fiery. The sudden surge of power rips through you like a bolt of lightning. The strain on your body is too great. You release the strength before it tears you apart. You flop down, exhausted, and smile to yourself. You feel accomplished...

Your skill in Kaio-ken increased by 1
Your Kaio-ken skill is now at 1/525

[ImperiusDamian]

> now stop footling about and go frag Yogg-Shargoth

[metchsteekle]

> while humming Clubbed to Death

[foq]

>see if you can reach NON-STOP NYAN CAT! from your console

[foq]

> now stop footling about and go frag Yogg-Shargoth

(he's working on that, we're just keeping him busy while he figures out what to do)

[ImperiusDamian]

(he's working on that, we're just keeping him busy while he figures out what to do)

Oh well in that case...

>scratch 'we woz 'ere" in the stones of the wall with your axe

[Shadowswift]

>see if you can reach NON-STOP NYAN CAT! from your console

Your score was 117.2 seconds before Darkscythe mauled you and stomped your console closed. Damn it.

>scratch 'we woz 'ere" in the stones of the wall with your axe

You chip away the message on the stone wall above the healing pool, wondering why you suddenly have a welsh accent...

> while humming Clubbed to Death

You hum a few bars before you realize that you...have never heard that song before. You tend to stick to the classics. Ya know, Bach, Bethoven, Strauss, Led Zeppelin...the real old-timey stuff.