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Post by Crystallis on Jul 10, 2010 21:47:02 GMT -5
> Brian
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 10, 2010 22:12:43 GMT -5
> Brian
Your name is BRIAN LAYMAN.
You like to fancy yourself a bit of a mystery solver. You can't get enough of it, or really any sufficiently complicated weird puzzle shit. You have persisted with the habit even in spite of your frequent encounters with your boss about not doing any actual work. But then again, it's been so long since you've done any actual work, you can't even remember what it is you're company is supposed to be doing.
Your attention span is kind of sporadic, leading you to do seemingly insane sequences of actions that make the other employees think you're bipolar. Come to think of it, that's probably the reason they haven't fired you yet. Claiming you're handicapped allows them to meet their special cases quota. Occasionally you forget you are a flimsy paper pushy, and are prone to acts of futile manly bravado, like attempting to kick down your office door.
You do not believe in the existence of the great Avatar of creation. You are a plain and simple man, and enjoy defying those who worship "Dark Lord Cecil" whenever the opportunity presents itself.
>_
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Post by Pink on Jul 10, 2010 23:49:10 GMT -5
>Pocket Pen
>Consider changing name to 'Dark Lord Cecil' so people's worship would be attributed to you and you would ascend to deity-hood.
>Apply chair to door.
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 11, 2010 0:16:39 GMT -5
> Pocket Pen You jab your hand on a key, it seems there is already something in your pocket. >Consid- I'm going to stop you right there before you do something you're going to regret and we have to start this adventure all over again before it's even really begun. You stare at the potted plant poured out on the floor instead. You should really do something about that soon if you don't want it to die. > Apply chair to door The crappy plastic wheely chair they gave you to sit on shatters against your steel door. You start to think you've somehow put on some muscle, but than you remember the chair was already started to buckle, and wasn't really particularly comfortable anyway. They're likely going to take that chair out of your next paycheck.
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Post by Pink on Jul 11, 2010 3:52:50 GMT -5
>examine contents of pockets
>Pick-up and pocket a sharp shard of the plastic chair
>Use key on door
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Post by Crystallis on Jul 11, 2010 16:57:25 GMT -5
> save potted plant
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 11, 2010 18:04:32 GMT -5
What is that? 4 commands? You know what, Screw this sequential crap. >examine contents of pockets >Pick-up and pocket a sharp shard of the plastic chair >Use key on door > save potted plant You stab a hole in your pocket with a shard of the plastic chair, dumping the contents on the floor, managing to scoop the key up while recovering the potted plant and than proceeding to smash it against the door to your office attempting to get the key into the slot. That plant is pretty screwed if you can't find a new pot you guess. At least you recover the key from the soily remains in time to find it isn't the right key for your office door. This is the key to the lounge, you stole it to piss off the other employees by locking them out. Maybe it would be a good idea to look at things before you try and use them in the future, but that doesn't sound like the kind of thing you're likely to do. >_
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Post by Crystallis on Jul 11, 2010 18:29:48 GMT -5
> examine former contents of pockets
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 12, 2010 1:58:16 GMT -5
> examine former contents of pockets Well, there's the key to the lounge. Your pen. Your wallet. The Plastic spike, and a post it note pad. "What kind of adventurers are you anyway? This is the third page of this thread and you still haven't done a simple > inventory." >_
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Post by Pink on Jul 12, 2010 15:08:15 GMT -5
>Don't perceive the voice of a non-existent helmeted deity-like being.
>Check wallet.
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 12, 2010 17:35:06 GMT -5
>Don't perceive the voice of a non-existent helmeted deity-like being. >Check wallet.
"What voice?" You toss this absurd thought from your mind, you DO NOT hear voices, regardless of what your coworkers might say and get to work rifling through your own almost empty wallet for change. It contains your drivers license, and a quarter. This about sums up your whole life.
>_
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Post by Pink on Jul 13, 2010 1:39:29 GMT -5
>Use driver's license to open locked door.
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Post by Crystallis on Jul 13, 2010 16:15:32 GMT -5
> salvage potted plant
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Post by Videospirit on Jul 13, 2010 16:22:08 GMT -5
> Use driver's license to open locked door. > salvage potted plant
You stare at the drivers license for a moment, glancing from it to the latch you pulled across the door earlier in the day to keep people out as you gather up the remains of the plant. You're not sure it's edible, but you reckon there's enough plant matter for 3 servings.
>_
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Post by Crystallis on Jul 13, 2010 17:09:46 GMT -5
> unlock door
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