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Topic: Forum Games / Storyteller Idol (ROUND 1- FREE WRITE)

SIGN.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Murder in Paradise! Sign ups still open. Started!

Originally posted by occooa:

Sign. I don’t know walfordking but I do know that everyone deserves a second chance. Stop being mean to him :’(

Let’s be fair- Walford has had many second chances. People’s resentment is not unfounded, and nor is the criticism people are making of his game.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Wrecked Games.

Walford

Four years ago, when you were trying to get into BC’s game Killers, you would continue spamming and whining about how you couldn’t join. If you’ve kept it up all four years (which it seems you might have), well…

I’m always willing to forgive. But you’ve done this for a real long time, so please do realize that many people here will be a little less forgiving.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by thenewampkit:

>Slash at one of the batlike animals if possible, then swiftly make my retreat.

You can’t remember much of anything.

You take a swipe in the darkness, the blade flying from your hand in an act of clumsiness and sticking square in one of the bat’s abdomen. It makes a quaint “squeak” and explodes into a puff of smoke as you stumble back out of the Jaw Building. Light enters vision again, and the bat swarm inside squeals in synchrony. You’re about to get incredibly worried before realizing that the blade is, impossibly, back in your hand. Neat.

Blade Experience: 2
Your blade is drawn.

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Topic: Forum Games / Hi, I just made my first game

Wrong place to post this. Try General Gaming.

Anyone else, don’t post any more- no need, just flag and move along.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by thenewampkit:

>Head towards the structure.

You can’t remember much of anything.

The blade in hand, you step through the stone-lined doorway of the Jaw Building, light immediately cutting in the unlit area. You wait for a moment, letting night vision kick into your eyes, and stare around. The small space of the building’s main tower is only long enough to stand on- on either side, it shifts into a staircase, up or down, and in the faint light you can see a number of gigantic batlike animals hanging on the ceiling.

Your blade is drawn.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by GotterakaThing:

> A ha. Maybe I was called Major Tom or King Tom. Probably the former. In either case, I should set sail and land on the first landmass I see after I depart.

You can’t remember much of anything.

Stepping onto the raft, its surface overgrown with algae and some kind of hard fish, you begin pushing it from the rough sand into the water. It slips quickly into the ocean, waves knocking it back toward the beach, and you hop on, quickly using the blade to paddle on away from the shore. As you rock back and fort, a bit aimless, the island with Chaba and the hermit and Kanpachi and Umah begins to fade from vision into the morning fog. But you have a feeling you won’t stay lost for long, paddling, paddling…

You rock back and forth for a long time, paddling…

Over the horizon line, another figure arises. Higher than the earlier island, thicker and more well-defined. You drift toward it, the waves passing idly toward the island. You get a good look at it before beaching… the island is tiny, only a small platform big enough to build a lighthouse on. The stone structure on top is rectangular, tall, and shapes into a giant stone maw at the top, seemingly a room itself. A small passageway opens into the structure from the front. You can’t see behind the structure.

Discovered island: Jaw Building
You ready your blade.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by thenewampkit:


>Walk out of the house and look for the sword from yesterday, attempting to pull it out.

You can’t remember much of anything.

Taking a few steps out of the home, the blaze of the sun hardly over the horizon and the path just cool enough to walk, you climb over the small ridge and downward to the beach, clambering down the rocks and passing the raft toward the stones at the end where the blade was buried- and double-take, stepping back and staring at the parcel on top of the raft.

A written-on scrap of paper rests on its top-

“So long as you always maintain a sense of exploration, you will someday find the way home. This is my hope.”

You don’t know what it means.

Got the Map System!
Can be used to travel from island to island easily.

You continue traversing to the sword buried in stones, the beach less hazy than ever with just enough light to see what you clasp your hands around. It doesn’t give way immediately, but as you push and push, it slips, scraping the sea-hardened stones and falls into your own hands.

Got the Blade.
Experience: 1

The sea burns brightly.

You feel like you could sail anywhere.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

None submitted. Automating for a bit…

You can’t remember much of anything.

Kanpachi leaves without much more than a “Good night,” and descends into the night as you sit, thinking vague and passing thoughts. The hermit stands at the door for a while before finally speaking- “Now would be the time. Come, I’ll show you to the shack.” With hesitance, you follow, leaving the old man to sit pondering his slab of fish as it starts to rot.

The island looks different at night as the two of you step up hazy rocks and a hardly-present pathway up the few hills that exist. The hermit stops, putting his hand on your shoulder, and points to something in the sky, directing your view. It looks like some kind of landmass… floating in the air, its surface flat and mountainous- even with just its silhouette, you can tell its scale is grand.

“If Pach is right… then maybe both of you fell from that. It has been here a long time- as long as I can remember. I don’t know if it’s possible to go there.” He looks down back at you with a half-smile and continues walking along the path, leading past forks and bends until the stones lead to a metal-and-wood tool shack- nothing bigger than the size of a bathroom- and opens its door into its unlit interior. Small, but with a large box covered in sheets and a small table covered in desecrated papers. He leads you inside.

“This will do for now, I hope. And…” He pauses at the doorway, preparing to shut it. “I do not have any control over you. You are free to stay here with the others, and maybe it’s best you meet them all. If you want, you can use that raft you washed up on to leave, and certainly we have no use for the blade in those rocks.” He sighs. “Good night,” and shuts the door, leaving you basked in darkness as the occasional moonlight shines through the cracks in the ceiling.

With nothing much better to do, you settle down in the bed…

You dream about red flower petals.

You feel rested.

You wake up hours later, the sun having risen, and with the apparent energy to do anything you please.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by GotterakaThing:

> Strange names. Mull over this as I eat the meat in front of me and consider calling myself Tom to make sure that I at least have a name.

You can’t remember much of anything.

You murmur a bit under your breath, “Tom will do for now,” and continue eating at the fish. It tastes odd, and burns at your throat, but starvation forces you to continue scarfing down your section until it’s gone and enough time has passed for Chaba to stand.

“I’m done with the food. Good night, the- all of you.” He prepares to open the door in haste as the hermit mulls over Chaba’s half-eaten piece of fish and Kanpachi eats with vigor, before Chaba turns back from the door and to you. “Oh- Tom-like. I have a shop set up in my house if you need anything. You’ll need white stones to pay for what I have, though. I have a lot of white stones, and nice things!” He exits the townhouse.

The hermit faces you.

“I got the shack ready, too. There’s bedding there. Let me know when you want to head there for the night- it’s getting late.”

[inactivity will be less common now, sorry for the intermission]

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember much of anything.

You leave the overcooked-looking piece of meat in front of you and continue to spark conversation.

“Is… am I supposed to remember my name? Maybe… er… Tom?”

Chaba looks up from his vacant stare at the plate. “You don’t look like a Tom. Pach’s name- Kanpachi- maybe your name is like that?” He shrugs little cockroach shoulders and, with that, begins to eat the food with vigor and a bit like an animal.

“Maybe not. I suppose I should just remember my name. But I don’t know anything.” Kanpachi leans up from his dinner.

“Well-” he swallowed and took one pawlike hand to wipe his mouth- “you knew my name. Probably. The four of us combined, we’ll figure it out eventually. Maybe that letter will help, too. Maybe your name is Sue.” He stifles a laugh and continues eating.

The hermit speaks, “Chaba was the one to start calling me Suzou. Said it made the most sense, so whatever happens- time will fix everything. But you’ll have to be patient. And… you might have to get used to fish and fruit.” He picks at his own cooking, occasionally swallowing a mouthful.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by BLOODYRAIN10001:

> Ask what fruits they’re talking about, and then start dancing a little

Originally posted by GotterakaThing:

> Ponder about what my name is or was.

Originally posted by thenewampkit:

>Stay quiet and listen to their conversation, trying to find out about the fruits.

You can’t remember much of anything.

“What fruits?”

The gigantic being of Chaba turns to you, and then back at Kanpachi.

“See? Come on. It’ll be a while yet until Suzou has dinner ready. Tell us, from where you left off.” He makes for a short sigh, gathering his senses, and then speaks.

“There are green shapes in the sky, sometimes. They seem like birds, but much larger… and one day I put out some of the good yellow fruits out, the ones we only grow a few of in the farm. One of the green shapes came down to the beach and ate them… it seemed like some kind of gigantic bird, wings made out of- shell, almost. And it looked big enough to ride on, so me and Umah are growing more of the yellow fruits. It’s nothing big.”

“But I remember when the dragon came down. What’s the new part, Pach?”

“There is none.”

The sound of their speaking is calming enough, and suddenly you realized you’ve already began tapping your foot in rhythm with the faint sounds of waves outside, bobbing occasionally- maybe you’re getting used to this room already. You certainly don’t feel claustrophobia… but there is a feeling deep inside that occasionally wells- is this anger? If so, what are you angry at?

“I bet the old man knows more than you do about this, Pach. He’s got that… er… look.”

“He’s got terminal brain damage. He fell onto the island. If he knows more, then I’m probably pretty dumb.”

“You’re not dumb. Just boring. Hey, Suzou’s back.” The door of the townhouse creaks open and from it comes the hermit, two hands clasped around a large, rough shard of flat ceramic with a green-tinted fish resting on its surface as smoke billows from its cooked skin.

“Anything special?” is Kanpachi’s initial reaction, but maybe he wasn’t expecting the hermit to nod slowly as he walked to the front of the table next to Chaba and set the ceramic down.

“Something washed up on the shore just today. I mean, besides the visitor.” In between using a sharp bit of metal to cut apart the fish, he slips something out of a back pocket- what looks like a message in a bottle, to which the eagerly watching Chaba makes a faint cooing sound and the old man with red-tinted goggles simply stares face-forward at.

Suzou sets the blade down for a moment, reaching at the bottle’s cork and pulling it free, turning it upside down, and grabbing the small slip of paper.

“Now to see if it jogs memories for any of you…” He begins to read it from the top.

“To King,” he begins. “I don’t know where you are. I hope you’re okay. Sue- Sue got me a paper and a bottle to send you this. She said there’s water below us right now, and… I hope you get this letter.” He continues reading, stopping at a point when it finishes with “Toroko” and slipping it back into the bottle, pushing the cork back on.

Certainly the names don’t jog much of any memories for you, even if it feels like they should. Though the name “Toroko” rolls off the tongue, and “King” reigns a sense of ease, neither are in any way familiar.

Kanpachi speaks first, “I think I know that name, Sue. Sounds really, uh… I don’t know…”

The hermit puts down slices of cooked fish on everyone’s sides of the table, even the old man’s, and the four of them begin to eat as best they manage. Chaba stays still, the old man half-drools, Umah stays hidden- while the hermit and Kanpachi eat without much issue.

[sorry! my alarm clock broke and i woke up ungodly late, and haven’t had the chance to respond until a half hour ago]

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by thenewampkit:

>Sit down and examine my surroundings.

You can’t remember much of anything.

You take a careful seating in the thick wooden chairs of the townhouse, the lights above burning brightly and giving an overwhelming sense of calm, despite the chaos you already feel purged into- what with the memories being transient, and almost nonexistent. But maybe this was a good thing to have found this island, inhabited with other unlucky souls, others who had lost their sense of bearing. The hermit must have taken his exit as you gaze around.

“So… welcome to our little island of misfits,” Kanpachi begins. “Obviously some of us came from the same place. The way my fishing rod fell, I’m thinking it was from that floating place, way up… you can see it when the fog clears.” It brings no immediate memories, the sounds he speaks- not of the island. “And that blade that fell with you. It must’ve come from there. Maybe we both did.”

The four sitting at the table- Chaba, the old man, Kanpachi and you- stay relatively silent for a bit. The golem-like figure stays hidden.

“Pach, didn’t you- weren’t you talking about the farm earlier, and the yellow fruits?” Chaba seems more curious and vibrant than anything, despite his tall figure and menacing eyes.

“Is now the time?”

Yes! Now is always the time. It’s news, anyway. And I’m sick of fish.”

“But the visitor…”

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[edit: i’m gonna be taking a break for the night, sorry. and thanks for participating.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by thenewampkit:
>Extend my hand and greet him, using his name.

You can’t remember much of anything.

You make the first steps, extending a hand to Kanpachi, and before allowing him to speak-

“You’re Kanpachi- yes? That’s your name. I remember it.” He stops with his movements, a stricken moment of confusion on him, and he takes a step back, looking at the hermit, whose calm half-smiling gaze does little to help Kanpachi.

“I don’t know your name. I don’t think we have met before, not before my memory… Maybe you’re like Chaba, but with my name?” He stifles a disbelieving laugh, then cautiously reaches out to shake your hand. “Yes, I guess I am Kanpachi. I think you have met almost everyone. Oh, but not Umah, or the old man, or the bot. Anyway, hello!”

Friendly enough. A figure from past the wall separating the main room and the back of the townhouse peers past it- unbearably tall, almost to the height of the ceiling, a brown-skinned golem of a person stares at the arrival, three tree branches extending off his head and a green gemstone embedded into his forehead.

“Why don’t you sit down,” the hermit says off-hand as Chaba and Kanpachi both do. “I’ll get the food ready.”

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

Following Chaba and the hermit leads you around a corner into a modestly-lit long room with a few entrances and exits, a low ceiling, and a wooden table extending for its entire width. It looks somewhat populated, with the short haired palish-white looking man sitting at one end, his eyes blocked by red goggles that leave him looking dreary and unconscious, as well as the white-furred figure- you assume Pach- with two thick overhanging ears like a bunny and a lazy demeanor as he talks to somebody else, seemingly in the back of the townhouse. It strikes you with a sense of familiarity, but maybe that’s just the feeling of seeing somebody else that looks similar…

Chaba calls out to him.

“Pach, we have a visitor! Suzou found him! He looks like you!” The short one turns, and upon seeing him, a thought flows through your mind-

Kanpachi. His name’s Kanpachi. But you have trouble reminiscing exactly how you know this, or why your memories are returning in such a peculiar way. He begins walking over to the three of you at the entrance as the Hermit closes the door shut.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

“I’ll greet you to the people in the townhouse. Dinner’s coming up soon enough, so most of the people on this island will be there.” He takes a few steps down a winding rocky path sloping toward a larger building made out of wood and scrap metal, past other modest house-looking things with slanted roofs and a rural demeanor. Commotion rises vaguely from the townhouse, and for a moment you can glimpse back at the sunset emerging over the rocks as the old hermit knocks three times on the door.

It slides open. What seems to look like a gigantic, carapaced walking cockroach emerges, two semi-white eyes in the fading darkness look out, peering at the hermit and then back at you.

Suzou! You brought a visitor! Wow, he looks just like Pach! Well, sort of. Hey, you two, come in! He’s not a kid, is he?” The hermit Suzou looks down back at you.

“No, same way Pach isn’t. Same as the rest of us- doesn’t remember a thing.” He turns back to the figure in the door, holding it open. “This is Chaba. He’s the only one of us who remembers their full name.”

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

“I’ll follow,” you utter out, and with silence the hermit strolls across the beachway, leaving thick footprints on the sand, and you pursue. The water crashes every so often, but the beach is short.

“Where do you think they came from?” The old man turns around for a moment, then back to speak.

“I don’t know. There weren’t so many when I got here. There’s one that looks kind of like you- it’s who I got the fishing rod from. But he says he doesn’t know how to, so I fish. Maybe he came from the same place you did?” He falters a bit and continues. “And there’s the drowned one, made of metal, that we can’t get working. But it reminds me of something, alright.”

“What do you mean- looks like me?”

“With the big ears and the fur and all that. Like I said, maybe you two came from the same place.”

You hadn’t really noticed that, though it explains your fatigue after getting wet… and certainly the man’s a lot taller than you, almost unnaturally.

“…and whose blade was that, the one in the rocks?”

“I don’t know. It fell from the sky a couple of days ago. Maybe it’s yours.”

The two of you approach a somewhat desecrated wooden dock jutting from the island, and behind it a trail going up further into the island, where it seems to flatten out, dotted by only a couple of trees, an uneven terrain and shanty buildings placed haphazardly.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

Fishing Rod was taken by the hermit.

“I don’t remember anything, either… maybe I’m some kind of wanderer.” Your body enters a calmer demeanor, with the outline of the island now plainly visible and sharper than before- small enough to house only a family or two, but in such a flat ocean it’s no wonder it was the first thing you saw on your way. That reminds you.
“What about those visitors? Who are they?”

The hermit clasps one hand on the rod and the other around his chin, reminiscing.

“There are… quite a few. They’re all very odd. You might want to meet them yourself. Seems a lot of them forgot everything too… except Chaba, but only his name. Maybe I could get the old shack fixed up for you to sleep in, at least for tonight.” He motions off-hand toward the beach leading up to the main island’s section, past the dock.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

Originally posted by kilozombie:

Lastly, I’d appreciate if you tried to be serious, and at least the smallest bit courteous.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

“I’m sorry,” your voice wavers out, the rod still drawn but a bit lower and your legs now slightly in the water. “It was instinct.” The old man’s voice tries to begin, but falters.
“Where is this?”

He seats himself on the bed of sand as the waves caress it in short bursts and the raft bobs silently.

“I don’t know. I can only remember the past couple of years. Occasionally I get visitors like you, and there’s some already on this island… but I’m a hermit all the same. Can I have my rod back? And who are you, anyway?”

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

Holding the rod drawn and facing him, you stand with your back to the waves and the raft. He slowly stands, his face opening into curiosity amidst the confusion and anger.

“You don’t seem like you’re from these parts… do you remember the language?” He rests a hand on a rock and apparently gets into a ready stance for any actions you make, the man’s smiling nature still near.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

Surprised, your arm reaches up to grab the rod, and in a moment of adrenaline you slip it from his hand and slash at the air, striking at the man as he stumbles back- in a moment you’re upright again, holding the rod from its thin end, standing over the man as he curses.

Weapon gained: Fishing Rod
Experience: 1
Weapons will naturally gain experience as you use them, and also in a variety of other ways. This will passively change how effective you are with it.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

The sand seems so soft… and surely will be enough to rest upon. If only for a while. The raft isn’t going anywhere, and surely the dock ahead isn’t either. Just to catch a breath…

The blackness of sleep descends upon you. It is dreamless.

You feel restored.

“Hello? You there on the ground. You dead?” The slightly raspy voice comes from above. Upon opening your eyes, you see the sun just beginning to set past the sea’s line and an older man with ripped, sun-dashed clothes and a half-smiling demeanor standing above you, his right hand clasping a fishing rod.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

Though it’s a bit hard to see, it’s definitely there, lodged between two stones violently like something huge had plunged it in… a short steel blade, worn on its own and- despite it all- a bit familiar. You try for a moment to dislodge it, but through the sickness of sea travel and general amnesia, are unable to. You limp to where you were before, noting the position in your mind.

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Topic: Forum Games / [CYOA/RPG] Fallen King

You can’t remember anything.

The water’s cool, smooth and moves well with your movements as you paddle on through it. Past the horizon seems like nothing, nothing but the occasional pocket of fog as it drifts like low-hanging clouds. But a figure approaches, a shadow against the thick blue skyline. Hours must’ve passed before the logs, tied together with rope, can see the island- and so can you. It’s moody and small, very small, but it’s certainly something.

The raft washes up on its vaguely sandy shore, exhaustion creeping on you. Rocks in front forming a barrier, the hazy shapes to your left and right become the only guidepoints, and your only option to circle the island’s shore.

To your left appears a dock of some type, hanging low against the water. To your right it appears the beach ends, leading into more rocks- difficult to climb.