Post by ExtropianDreamer on May 18, 2012 20:56:55 GMT -5
Not sure if this's the right place for this particular story, since it's chiefly about me. But what the hey, I'll repost it anyway.
Expect more to follow, whenever I can be arsed.
Expect more to follow, whenever I can be arsed.
Woah? You too? Clearly we must be Mist butterfly buddies.
Though, that brings to mind the story of my first Mist session and it's terrible, fucked-up glitchy-ness. Wanna hear it?
Actually, know what? Don't care, telling you anyway.
Anyway, it was my... third session, if I recall correctly. Just a small little thing, nice and cosy with only four players who all seemed decent enough folks. I rolled Bard of Mist, with a Witch of Rain, Knight of Space and Maid of Time to round things off. Things were going all swimmingly at first, the Witch got in just fine with the Knight and I not too far behind. And then we got to the Maid. She faffed about a little, kept messing about and putting off the entry shenanigans. I think it was only her second playthrough, so I guess she might not have wanted to plunge straight in. Except she dithered a tad too long. BAM! Died during entry. And I'm like, oh shit, better make with the corpsesmooches 'cause the Witch and the Knight had already waded into their quests and were nowhere near a portal so it was all up to little old me. It works she pops back up and we all assume that everything is gravy.
'Cept it's not. Turns out the Witch, doing her witchy thing, had prototyped a playing card. Guess which one? That's right, it was the fucking Joker. So Noir (fuck that asshole) was all up and getting his rampage on, including, as we later found out, showing his stabs to the Maid's and the Witch's Dreamselves whilst they were still napping away on that sweet purple moon of theirs. Which raises the question of how she popped back up - 'cause let me tell you, those holes them meteors made in her weren't exactly the sorta thing you survive. In the end we shrug, assume that it's more weird Sburb bullshit that'll make sense in retrospect and get on with playing the damn apocalyptic murder-game.
We eventually manage to nab Noir and Exile him before he can get his hands on the ring or do the same for the Prospitian Dreamselves, 'cause whatever bullfuckery allowed the Maid to win her way back to the land of the living, we don't want to chance it. But we end up having to anyway when our Knight takes a shortcut through an Atomyk Ebonpyre and gets dogpiled by Giclopses, eventually followed by him pulling Knight syndrome just in time to get the Witch killed as well - the two were buddy-buddy for most of the session incidentally and, I know it's wrong to speak ill of the dead but I'll say it anyway, the dude was a terrible Knight. Might have done better as a Scout of Blood or something. Anyway, he and the Witch bite it and I figure, well, looks like I'll have to see if whatever bullshit worked on the Maid works for them too. It does, they pop right back up , I add another couple of notches to my "corpses smooched" tally and we carry on, nevermind that three out of four players have miraculously pulled a third freaking life out of nowhere. It's Sburb, weird shit happens and without a Seer we'll just have to wait to figure out what's going on.
Life is great, fun times are had by all and so on until we get to the Skaian Skirmishes. The Endgame is coming up fast, and we figure we should get to the bottom of the extra lives business. So we mosey on over to the Land of Towers and Ropes and Frogs and put the question to our surviving Denizen, asking him how the fuck three of our players are still alive. His answer? "There's only one player here". Turns out I'd spent the last year and change talking to myself. Basically the entire game had just been me, and a bunch of double-Waltz'd time-clones.
Over a year. Talking to my fucking self.
Man, fuck Mist. Or maybe fuck Bards, 'cause the turning into Butterflies thing was kinda sweet. But especially fuck the Bard outfit, that thing is horrible.
Side-effect of that bullshit, Sburb now thinks that I'm all of those players permanently, thanks to Weird Mist Shit. So I've rolled some supposedly female-only titles since. The Dame outfit does not look good on me.
So yeah, there's my weird Mist shit horror story from back when I was a mewling newbie. Hope someone can learn something from that mess.
Though, that brings to mind the story of my first Mist session and it's terrible, fucked-up glitchy-ness. Wanna hear it?
Actually, know what? Don't care, telling you anyway.
Anyway, it was my... third session, if I recall correctly. Just a small little thing, nice and cosy with only four players who all seemed decent enough folks. I rolled Bard of Mist, with a Witch of Rain, Knight of Space and Maid of Time to round things off. Things were going all swimmingly at first, the Witch got in just fine with the Knight and I not too far behind. And then we got to the Maid. She faffed about a little, kept messing about and putting off the entry shenanigans. I think it was only her second playthrough, so I guess she might not have wanted to plunge straight in. Except she dithered a tad too long. BAM! Died during entry. And I'm like, oh shit, better make with the corpsesmooches 'cause the Witch and the Knight had already waded into their quests and were nowhere near a portal so it was all up to little old me. It works she pops back up and we all assume that everything is gravy.
'Cept it's not. Turns out the Witch, doing her witchy thing, had prototyped a playing card. Guess which one? That's right, it was the fucking Joker. So Noir (fuck that asshole) was all up and getting his rampage on, including, as we later found out, showing his stabs to the Maid's and the Witch's Dreamselves whilst they were still napping away on that sweet purple moon of theirs. Which raises the question of how she popped back up - 'cause let me tell you, those holes them meteors made in her weren't exactly the sorta thing you survive. In the end we shrug, assume that it's more weird Sburb bullshit that'll make sense in retrospect and get on with playing the damn apocalyptic murder-game.
We eventually manage to nab Noir and Exile him before he can get his hands on the ring or do the same for the Prospitian Dreamselves, 'cause whatever bullfuckery allowed the Maid to win her way back to the land of the living, we don't want to chance it. But we end up having to anyway when our Knight takes a shortcut through an Atomyk Ebonpyre and gets dogpiled by Giclopses, eventually followed by him pulling Knight syndrome just in time to get the Witch killed as well - the two were buddy-buddy for most of the session incidentally and, I know it's wrong to speak ill of the dead but I'll say it anyway, the dude was a terrible Knight. Might have done better as a Scout of Blood or something. Anyway, he and the Witch bite it and I figure, well, looks like I'll have to see if whatever bullshit worked on the Maid works for them too. It does, they pop right back up , I add another couple of notches to my "corpses smooched" tally and we carry on, nevermind that three out of four players have miraculously pulled a third freaking life out of nowhere. It's Sburb, weird shit happens and without a Seer we'll just have to wait to figure out what's going on.
Life is great, fun times are had by all and so on until we get to the Skaian Skirmishes. The Endgame is coming up fast, and we figure we should get to the bottom of the extra lives business. So we mosey on over to the Land of Towers and Ropes and Frogs and put the question to our surviving Denizen, asking him how the fuck three of our players are still alive. His answer? "There's only one player here". Turns out I'd spent the last year and change talking to myself. Basically the entire game had just been me, and a bunch of double-Waltz'd time-clones.
Over a year. Talking to my fucking self.
Man, fuck Mist. Or maybe fuck Bards, 'cause the turning into Butterflies thing was kinda sweet. But especially fuck the Bard outfit, that thing is horrible.
Side-effect of that bullshit, Sburb now thinks that I'm all of those players permanently, thanks to Weird Mist Shit. So I've rolled some supposedly female-only titles since. The Dame outfit does not look good on me.
So yeah, there's my weird Mist shit horror story from back when I was a mewling newbie. Hope someone can learn something from that mess.