Index
Appendix A: Multi-Choice ChaptersAppendix B: Sim-Pod Stats
Introduction
- i. Thunderclaw
- ii. Refuse Help
- iii. Shower
- iv. Pick Up The Soap
- v. Do Nothing
- vi. Punch Firedemon
- vii. Ceiling Escape
Act I: The Path of Spirit
Chapter One: Dissent
- i. Read The Material (a)
- ii. Read The Material (b)
- iii. Galadon; Smith/Swordsman; INT/DEX
- iv. Go Quietly
- v. Exploding Bolt
- vi. Plea Bargain
- vii. Epilogue
- viii. End
Intermission I: Coolpool
Intermission II: Casus Belli
Intermission III: Another War
Intermission IV: The Obligatory Musical One
Chapter Two: Turmoil
[Teaser I]
- i. Give an Honest Estimate
The Teal Storm (i)
The Teal Storm (ii)
The Teal Storm (iii)
The Teal Storm (iv)
The Teal Storm (v)
The Teal Storm (vi)
- ii. Investigate the Guild
- iii. Run Upstairs
INTRODUCTION: THE LOSER
The biggest loser on the forums was having an average day, which was pretty awful. Currently Firedemon was holding his head in a toilet bowl of the Mafia General thread's bathroom, while Tim, with a certain amount of ceremony, reached over his shoulder to proudly flush it. Unfortunately, their victim had stopped trying to scream for help by the time the water level had subsided to below his head, and instead just sat there quietly sputtering. "Huh" said Firedemon. "Hey Tim, do you think we're being a little over-the-top cliched, here? Cause I feel like this is getting kind of redundant at this point."
"Naw, man," said Tim. "C'mon, this one's a classic! We just should've peed in it first, is all. But hey, look, I heard Riyant installed som-" the loser didn't hear what came next, because the water level went back over his ears again. There was some excited back-and-forth before Firedemon let him up for air, and was about to dunk him again just before Requiem walked in.
"Req! Help!" He shouted, and immediately regretted it. Depending on Requiem's mood, he could be one of the forum's chillest dudes, most annoying spammers, funniest jokers, gayest gaybies, savagest banterers, or whiniest bitches. A quick glance at his face before getting dunked again had told him all he needed to know about which one he was now.
"Man, this again?" Said Req. "And still with just the water? Come on, at least make it interesting. Move over, Tim. I gotta take a leak..."
Hours later, inside one of the lockers in the Mafia General thread's brand-new locker room, the biggest loser on the forums wept quietly as he reflected on his life. Nothing particularly unusual had happened to bring this about - and that realization was exactly the problem. This was always happening. Practically every day, in fact. And it wasn't even the big shot bullies that went for him, either. Tirin? Stealthy? That would be one thing, but Req? Tim? Firedemon? At this rate, even the bots were going to start picking on him pretty soon.
The fall of heavy footsteps arriving, accompanied by muttered thoughts in some unrecognizable foreign tongue snapped him out of his reflections. That didn't sound like Mexican! "Hey, Easy!" He called, banging on the locker door. "Help! You're smart, you can pick this lock for me! Please! FD and Tim locked me in here like four hours ago!"
Easy paused, surprised at the interruption. "Uh. Yeah, I probably could..." he said, walking up to the locker. Without warning, a fist smashed through the door from the outside, grabbed around the latch, and ripped the whole thing from its hinges with a scream of twisting metal. "Eventually. Oh," he added, throwing the useless door aside as the poor man stepped out, blinking at the sudden influx of light. "It's you again."
The biggest loser on the forums is...
Choose your character:
1) Thunderclaw
2) W1LG3R
3) Rondait
4) Dunsparce
5) Walrus
6) ___?
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