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This is a "virutal TH" adventure that I started back in December of 2007... lost track of in January of 2008, then re-discovered in March of this year.

Warning: It's in A Very Rough-Draft Form. Also, I'm going to be using several posts at the end for space (a triplet of additional spots) so I can make additions/changes as time permits.

Enjoy! Enjoy! And please include your feedback/constructive criticism/thoughts.

I present:

"Knowing is Half the Bana..."

Most done: 12/5/2007
Last updated: 1/10/2008, 3/15/2008

Quest Name: Knowing is Half the Bana…

Start: About level 14 and Visit the Twilight Police Department:

Officer Rand: There was a disturbance over at Shiloh last night. Some nut in a pirate-suit raving about the “End of the world”. It happens from time to time… but something tells me this one is on to something. (had the ring of truth?) We’d bring him in for questioning… but he can’t leave his room. The staff told us he has a rare case of Gara-a-phobia. Something about fear of the outdoors and… “blood-thirsty sand ninjas.” Can you believe that nonsense? But… with aliens and super-powered whackos on our doorstep I can’t disregard any possibilities. Could you check it out?

By the way, he said he would only see people with one of these. Officer Rand holds up something shiny and intricate (ooooh!)… which disappointingly turns out to be an orange paper origami flower (awww!)

Office Rand pins the orange paper origami flower on your chest.

Visiting the Shiloh Sanatarium:

Ras Arr Garr

One of the orderlies leads you down to a room marked 8105. You make a mental note… 8 +1 + 0 + 5 = 14. One more than evil. It’s like one of those Saturdays where insanity happens.

You slide the metal door open. “Tiver me Shimbers!”, a voice calls from inside. “A visitor has arrrrived.” (Stay back statement?)

At first glance, Ras Arr Garr has “Gone Pirate” That’s right… he drinks rum… he wears a stuffed parrot… and he plays barge-dall. (At least that’s what the unspeakably evil patch with the emblazoned red rubber ball of death says on his frock/lapel).

He seems to reach down for something under his shoddy wooden table when his eyes alight on your front-quarters.

“What’s dat thar? Sum-tharrng fer ma?” Ras Arr Garr’s eyes light up as you unpin and hold out the orange paper orgami flower.

Ahh… Some-un who will list-un ta old Ras Arr Garr’s tales eh?

You nod noncommittally.

Ras swallows down a black mug. His breath smells like an ancient mixture of rum and fermented-Gingerette. (gone-bad-then-worse.)

“The world is doomed I tells ya! Dooooooooooooooooooooooo…. “(Ras breaks out into a fit of raspy coughs) “They dinnae listen to my talkie! They nebber paid me for the intern-net! They kilt me electric galleon! En would you believe Ronny swallowed mi last piece-of-eight.” (Another joke about creating the internet?)

“Not only that… but mi ship-mates… the Plann-it-arrs stole the treasures that could save us all!”

“YOU… must find the racred sings… arr… sacred rings of Electric, Fire, Ice, Sonic, and most importantly… Spleen!”

Erm… don’t you mean Heart?

Ras Arr Garr looks a bit confused, tracing a path with his finger from his mouth down his chest to his abdomen.

“Narrr… Spleen. Heart donna digest that well. Gives me tha runs.”

“Okay… so how do I go about finding these rings?”

Ras Arr Garr pulls something out of the long tendrils of his beard. It’s shiny… it’s golden… it’s a key! Or at least you thought it was before he pressed down on one end and the pen tip clicked out. Ras pushes on the parrot’s abdomen and with a cute “Squawk” a yellow pad pops out of its neck. A “par-it-note” perhaps? Scribble scribble… Hmmm… First mate… “The Iron Lung”… you’ll probably find em hanging out with others creating metal mischief. Second mate… "Backdaft"… he’s got more of the devil’s blood inna him than I’d ever like. Probably somewhere hot. Then there was the cook “Iced-T”… ahh that’s a lad who loved whatever the sea brought us to eat. Den dere was mi pet hedgehog…. Probably working as a grip somewhere. Les see…. Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro… ahh… and our intern.

Your intern?

Aye! E’ kept our books. Ye know how hard the IRS comes down on pirates? We’re in our own tax bracket! Shiny looking fella… Brick… aye… Brick James. Thought I could trust em since e seemed to care more about steak than gold. You’ll probably find em….

(Give information about locations)

The Crew:

Electric – “The Iron Lung” - Robot Hive (50% electric resistance)

A bolt of lightning strikes your backsides.

Something about Jamaican bobsledding.

Fire – Backdaft (50% fire resistance) Notice the screams coming from… The guy is obviously on fire. Toasty!

Backdaft will cause damage to himself the entire fight? Or if you use an item to “fan the flames” perhaps?

Starts to speak in a monologue about fire, it’s beauty, … psychic damage.

Ice – “Iced-T” Docks (50% ice resistance)

Sonic – Extremely Angry-looking hedgehog – attacks with large golden rings (Notice the large golden rings on his fingers moments before they strike your jaw) (50% sonic resistance)

Spleen – Fight a homage/parody of Jick (Brick James?)… the leader of the LOKs (Larping Over Kangaroos). Attack messages are of six types… relating to the six classes in KOL.

His looks are tight. His skin is tight. Sliver-spandex. If looks could kill, you’d be DOA-RIP.

…strikes you over the head with a seal-shaped wok. It’s clubbing time!

…smacks you repeatedly behind the kneecaps with a large green action-figure. Figure skating never saw this kind of Turtle-power!

…goes Titanium Chef all over your innards. Who thought kidneys and tortellini would go so well together?

…sends a stream of Grandma’s slow-roasted 48-hours in the oven tasty gravy bliss that hits you right between the eyes. Ohhh… why does something that smells so good hurt so bad? (fire)

…does the mash potato! He does the twist! Now if he would only not do it on your kidneys… He does the twist his knees into your lower intestine…

…strikes out with his voice… hitting the sharp B above A above D. Windows shatter… so do several of your teeth. (sonic)

Ring Descriptions: (needs work!)

Electric:

Fire:

Ice:

Sonic:

Spleen: Spleen eh? It looks more like the pulverized remains of a 96 ounce steak on top of something you “borrowed” from Tiffany. Nothing left but fristle and gat.

With all 5 rings, Visiting Shiloh Sanatarium:

You’ve found em all? Arr of em? Give em here!

You shake your head. Something isn’t right. At least the thought of giving powerful magical rings to an insane pirate doesn’t seem anywhere near the “common sense” your mother always said you were lacking…

Insert: Several clickable choices that say in one way or another “I don’t have what you need…”

Ras Arr Gar’s eyes darken as he looks your way… “Too bad you failed.”

He raises one leathery fist in the air.

“You mean you don’t have the rings of…. ELECTRIC!” A ring pops out of your pocket with an unearthly yellow-tint and rises into the air. Uh oh. You try to retrieve the ring but it burns your fingers… you are forced to let go… (You try to grasp the ring but It Burns! It Burns! The Light is so Bright! The Light is so Bright! You are forced to let go…)

FIRE! ICE! SONIC! And SPLEEEEEEEN! One by one they pull from your clothes into the air…

The rings begin to orbit around each other in a multi-colored swirl… moving faster and faster like some demented kaleidoscope.

Ras Arr Garr busts out in song, “EL KAPTIAN PANIC! Him you’ll Fear-a! Drive thar Population down ta Zera!”

A burst of multi-colored energy tears through the roof. Your instincts tell you find cover quickly as you find yourself showered in granite and wood splinters.

Something forms out of the light… Something evil… and… marshmellowy?

“I AM KAPTAIN PANIC!”

Ras Arr Garr points a bony finger your direction. CRUSHITIZE MON KAPITAN!

“Uh Oh” (button)

Description of Kaptain Panic:

It looks like the universe wadded together billions of colored stale marshmallows on top of wonder-of-wonders bread. With looks like that… no wonder it seems mean. And it’s angry. Very Angry. Looking in your direction. Did I mention this thing is VERY MAD?

Stay-Puff has nothing on this one. Stay-Puff this aint.

Attack Messages:

A large purple horseshoe knocks you into the green clover for X damage. The pain hurts so much you can only let out a soft peep.

Crackles come snapping and popping from its midsection… you are briefly taken back to your childhood. So briefly in fact you wonder how you got knocked into that wall for X damage. Anyone know a good chiropractor?

Crunch your berries.

Koo Koo Kachews on your shoulder.

It asks you straightforwardly if “Are You a Dog?” “YES!” It stops what it is doing for a moment. Confused? Perhaps. Missed a turn? Yes it did. Remember… you always say, “YES!”

Something about the Fifth Element.

When you defeat Kaptain Panic:

Kaptain Panic implodes with a tiny “pop”.

Afterwards:

You turn to face Ras Arr Garr… but a dash of something makes you very… very sleepy…

As your body drifts to the floor the world moves in slow motion.
(last things you hear are)
Ras’s voice rises through the room…. “The sand-tarr ninjas! They’ve found me!” … The last image before your eyes close are what seem to be large bearded men bedecked in red and white who seem to shake (and smell) like bowlfuls of stale pudding…

Their shrill voices softly echo… “Ho. Ho. Ho.”

When you awake the orderly is looking over you. The room is in shambles… and Ras Arr Garr is gone… but that had to be the best nap you’ve had in ages. (Restores full HP and MP). And what’s that on the ground?

(New Talisman perhaps?)

It’s that origami flower you brought Ras! Well at least you think it is. Strangely enough (as if this experience hasn’t been strange enough) it seems to be bigger… more complex. But it’s just a paper flower right? Right? RIGHT?!?

Regardless… the cosmos left it here… and you aren’t picking a fight with the cosmos right now. Flower meet pocket.

Description: O.P.O.F. Orange Paper Origami Flower. Formed and functional. Do not add water. Do not feed after midnight.

Note: This is a usable item that comes into play AFTER you defeat Kaptain Panic. It rustles perhaps?

A Mistake is Me!

You first have to attempt to “Use” it.

You poke at the O.P.O.F. and grimace. Nothing like a full-dose of paper cuts to ruin an evening. Wait a minute… You swear the thing rustled at you. Paper cut… blood? You stick your index finger into the middle… it makes little sucky noises (so full of goo!) and... retches. It turns toward your face and shakes violently...

Well that’s new. You don’t think you’ve ever been sassed by a flower before.

Maybe it needs something a bit more… Powerful?

If you use it WITH a fancy latte or something medium caffinated in your inventory: As you bring the fancy latte to your lips… the O.P.O.F. rustles slightly. Perhaps it needs a bit of the liquid caffeinated goodness? Feed Me! You pour the fancy latte into the flower and it vanishes! (Take that evil childhood magician!) It shines! It shimmers. It lets out a soft “burp”… and then it… doesn’t do anything else. What a jip!

With something strong… perhaps with Fortified coffee or a Dose of X-presso… (regular coffees not enough) That tasty beverage had quite the kick to it! More powerful than skele-grow…

Becomes: Triple-H (Hungry Hungry Handicraft) – Accessory that can attack your opponent? Or an opponent you can fight? Larger than a hippo and meaner than your cousin Sal…

Or…

Message changes depending on what caffeinated beverage you feed it… perhaps causing it to turn into different items?

Without any needed items: You swear the thing thinks that you are nuts…

Still need to add:

Ending the adventure message when you Visit the Twilight Police Department...

Messages in your Journal for different stages of the quest...

All sorts of details...

P.S. Thanks for Reading! Hope you enjoyed what's there so far!

-spaaaaaacccceee pooooosssstttt- (for future goodness related to this virutal adventure)

-spaaaaaacccceee pooooosssstttt- (for future goodness related to this virutal adventure)

-spaaaaaacccceee pooooosssstttt- (for future goodness related to this virutal adventure)

Alright, so, I'll admit, I don't really get this thread.

If I understand correctly, this is your idea for a new quest?

Yeah, we have a thread for that over here.

In addition, there was no reason to make 13 separate posts. That's ridiculous. I would hesitate to call it spam, except that you also posted three entirely blank post. For "future goodness." That's basically the definition of spam.

A word of advice: Read the rules before posting again, and look around before posting a redundant topic.

Locked.

-Therum

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