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Miscellaneous => Forum Games => Topic started by: K-Far on July 03, 2009, 10:14:15 PM
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Make sure my helmet and suit is airtight for the big exit.
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I decide to sleep for 15 more minutes.
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After wrestling against the welling self-doubt that had been accruing since junior astronaut school, I come to the pivotal life-changing decision that I will leave behind my old life and follow my true life's ambition of becoming a professional gambler.
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Have a panic attack and be shipped to a medical facility.
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I cook a space omelet.
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I sleep for an hour and twenty-five minutes.
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Then I wake up and find that the space omelet is cold, so I microwave it for four minutes and thirty seconds.
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I get ready.
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I practice my Vulcan hand-sign and do my throat exercises by shouting "KHAAAAAAAN!"
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I decide to play Team Fortress 2 instead.
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I become thoroughly despondent and regret the choice made earlier in the day concerning my course of action.
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I keep driving on the rim, even though it's totally going to be ruined. I won't need a car once I'm in space.
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I commit suicide by sucking on my running car's exhaust pipe.
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I cook a space omelet on the engine block.
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I get the spare tire out of the trunk and change it on the side of the road, and then proceed to the launching pad.
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I call my buddy Sonic the Hedgehog to carry me at Mach 1 the rest of the way there.
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I decide that I'd best leave space exploration to the professionals and rock out to my Crystal Method/Chemical Brothers/Prodigy mixtape.
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"Kiss me, you fool!"
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If alex = girl
{
If girl = cute
{
pickup_line = true
buy_beer = true
}
If girl = ugly
{
pickup_line = false
buy_beer = false
}
}
If alex = guy
{
pickup_line = false
buy_beer = true
}
Anyone mind telling me how my GML is? I think I may be a little rusty.
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"Alex, why did we go to 'collage' instead of college?"
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"I'm an astronaut, who's the 'retard that doesn't study enough' now?"
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"What exactly were all those jars on your half of the room for?"
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"The direction away from the center of gravity of a planetary object. Did you skip that day in astronaut school?"
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"What isn't up, Andy? In this upside down world we live in are we really the capable of making judgments on matters we cannot fully understand? I thought you, my former roommate Arthur, of all people would understand that. How far we've fallen, Albert. How far we've fallen."
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NOTE: K-Far should pick Black Mage's responses more often.
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stfu!!!!!!!!!
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I think he picks the absolute most boring response, so if you want to get picked there's still good opportunity for this juncture.
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"I'm an astronaut and I'm going to space."
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I think he picks the absolute most boring response, so if you want to get picked there's still good opportunity for this juncture.
This topic is only good for reading the responses not picked.
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"K-Far will not pick this response, knowing that he must pick something unexpected to beat people's opinion that he only picks boring responses."
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Sure they do. Just not in the direction you have in mind.
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"Kiss me, you fool!" << romantic plot that might keep the astronaut from going into space? Sounds like a story to me.
"Alex, why did we go to 'collage' instead of college?" << Maybe her misspelling reveals that "Alex" is a spy from another countries space program, lot's of story there!
"I'm an astronaut, who's the 'retard that doesn't study enough' now?" << A past rivalry? Maybe Alex is the Gary MF Oak of the main character's life and he has just been assigned to join the astronaut into space! DRAMA!
"The direction away from the center of gravity of a planetary object. Did you skip that day in astronaut school?" Low budget educational straight-to-VHS movie about gravity and stuff?
"What isn't up, Andy? In this upside down world we live in are we really the capable of making judgments on matters we cannot fully understand? I thought you, my former roommate Arthur, of all people would understand that. How far we've fallen, Albert. How far we've fallen." << Clearly there's enough potential depth here to get a novel in the works. Does the astronaut have Alzheimer's? Does Alex have a plethora of alias? Commentary on the current state of humanity within the realm of the science fiction universe being presented where astronauts drive from their houses to launch sites on the day of takeoff? I could go on forever with potential plot direction on this one!
"I'm an astronaut and I'm going to space." << Yeah this one doesn't really make the story go anywhere.
"K-Far will not pick this response, knowing that he must pick something unexpected to beat people's opinion that he only picks boring responses." << Breaking the forth wall, EDGY.
Don't blame us for you lack of imagination and/or fear to take the story anywhere remotely interesting or fun.
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I'm assuming mysterious jars aren't interesting enough for this narrative.
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Oops, missed one.
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After realizing how ineffective my astronaut training appeared to be, I look back further into my past for guidance. I recall a time back in astronaut collage when I got into a scuffle over an article in the newspaper about planetary objects. Something about their gravity and its direction, but that's not important. What mattered was that I found myself going blow to blow with Abby. I relied on my astronaut training, and clenched my body as tight as humanly possible. This, unfortunately, proved to protect nothing and as Addison exchanged her final blow she knocked me into the shelves on the wall. As I hit the ground, I found myself surrounded by the remains of the shelf and the shards of the broken jars that once mysteriously sat upon them. Thinking back, perhaps Aaron was right... Maybe I didn't study enough. Alas, I can only believe in what I know, and as such, I further clench my muscles as tight as the most professional of astronauts.
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What he said.
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STFU, I'm Going somewhere with this.
I just want to get the petty little stuff out of the way as fast as possible so I can get to the real big plot twists.
If you're just looking to write a story, why not publish it in "Fan Creations" with chapters and structure?
If you really want an interactive story that leaves the actions of the character up to someone else, then you should probably be prepared to have the story go somewhere other than where you planned it to.
...just sayin'.
For story purposes:
Instead of clenching my body, which clearly isn't working, I loosen up and grab a beer from a convenient nearby fridge. I figure if I'm going to pass out, it might as well be because I'm drunk.
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I fight the irrestistable urge to pass out, and instead enter a state of super-awakeness.
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I just pass out, I was feeling groggy from waking up so early and needed a nap anyway.
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I start feeling sharp pains in my chest, I can't breathe. The stress is so severe that I go into a self-induced coma to prevent myself from surrendering to total insanity.
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I hit the "ABORT MISSION" button but nothing happens, foreshadowing an Apollo 13-esque trip to the moon.
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THIS STORY IS CANCELED!!! I WILL MAKE A MORE OPEN ENDED STORY SOON!!! THIS SPACE IS AVAILIBLE FOR RANDOM STUFF!!!
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I decide to get up off the painful remains of the jars and walk around. But the gravity has failed(?) and there are now thousands of pieces of glass floating around the cockpit! We did get as far as launching, right?
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K-Far? More like 2-Far!
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K-Far? More like 2-Far!
*cough* stupid pun *cough, cough*
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K-Far? More like K-Fart!!!!!
Anyway, I decide to put on mah space soot and jump out of the ship and live on the moon. I begin my settlement by building a fire.
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K-Fart? More like K-Mart!!!!!!!!
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You can't build a fire on the moon, there's no oxygen to burn!
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I make some oxygen for the fire. I begin to cross fertilize with the native moon damsels.
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My offspring become mighty and wish to topple me. Foolish mortals, they dare try to topple a GOD?
K-Mart? More like Gay-Mart!!!!!!!!
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I eat my young, because they are small and tasty.
Gay-Mart? More like Ted Haggard Mart!
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I take some Tums because they were also very spicy and caused heartburn.
[insert clever "moar liek" phrase involving Ted Haggard here]
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So, this is now an "Add one sentence to the tale" deal? Okay...
I then consider the moral implications of eating my own young, and wonder if the spicy flavor associated with them could simply be bad karma.
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I jump as high as I can (which, on the moon, is pretty [darn] high!)
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What in God's name is going on around here?
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GOD the bountyhunter
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Huh? Where did this game come from? I didn't see it here earlier.
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It's that astronaut interactive game or whatever, but K-Far went back and replaced every single one of his posts with gibberish.