@SpookySquid What exactly is darkest dungeon?
It's a video game where you draft groups of heroes and send them into a dungeon. It's on steam.
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It's a video game where you draft groups of heroes and send them into a dungeon. It's on steam.
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Yeah, I'm sure you could join, I just doubt you'll be able to have an S-class hero.
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Santa didn't get to me this time.
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All your life, you dreamed of becoming an adventurer. A powerful magician, a brave archer, a strong knight. Or perhaps not an adventurer, but at least a blacksmith or doctor. Maybe something practical in advertising. Heck, even retail wouldn't have been too bad. A cashier, even, would have done. Well, you attempted to become one of these. But you failed.
So, there you sit, doomed to be a farmer (at best) for the rest of your life, constantly bored. Then, you received a letter.
Dear _________,
I am The Flute Player. You may have heard tales of me, my great feats, my noble deeds. Many, I'm afraid, are far from true. However, I still preform dangerous task and need young, daring men and women such as yourself to help me as I age. You, along with some others, have been asked to meet me at Wind's Helmet by the end of the week in order to make arrangements for you to become my apprentices. I'm warning you, though. The task is difficult and dangerous. Bring any possessions you want with you.
Sincerely,
The Flute Player
The Flute Player? Incredible! The Flute Player is a legend! The bravest swordsmen, wizards, and mages you've met speak about him with fearful voices. However, what he does, exactly, is a mystery. Some claim he is simply a particularly skilled swordsman, who got his name for his flute playing hobby. However, many agree that he has learned some sort of odd magic that perplexes even the greatest of wizards. Reports speak of his ability to destroy and create towns full of people and goblins, how that, with the flick of his wrist, a giant's bones will become powder and the giant will melt through the ground.
You will have to travel from your home town to meet him at Wind's Helmet. A
Alright, alright, I suppose I should tell you a little bit about this magical world.
So, there you sit, doomed to be a farmer (at best) for the rest of your life, constantly bored. Then, you received a letter.
Dear _________,
I am The Flute Player. You may have heard tales of me, my great feats, my noble deeds. Many, I'm afraid, are far from true. However, I still preform dangerous task and need young, daring men and women such as yourself to help me as I age. You, along with some others, have been asked to meet me at Wind's Helmet by the end of the week in order to make arrangements for you to become my apprentices. I'm warning you, though. The task is difficult and dangerous. Bring any possessions you want with you.
Sincerely,
The Flute Player
The Flute Player? Incredible! The Flute Player is a legend! The bravest swordsmen, wizards, and mages you've met speak about him with fearful voices. However, what he does, exactly, is a mystery. Some claim he is simply a particularly skilled swordsman, who got his name for his flute playing hobby. However, many agree that he has learned some sort of odd magic that perplexes even the greatest of wizards. Reports speak of his ability to destroy and create towns full of people and goblins, how that, with the flick of his wrist, a giant's bones will become powder and the giant will melt through the ground.
You will have to travel from your home town to meet him at Wind's Helmet. A
Alright, alright, I suppose I should tell you a little bit about this magical world.
Happy Holidays!
So, every once in a while, I'm going to add a new feature, or there will be some sort of event that happens that introduces a new character or conflict.
Below is an example of one such instance. I will eventually copy and paste this into the actual RP.
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Robert S. Field was checking his email when Lisa walked through the door. Robert quickly stood as he realized she was panting heavily and her arms were covered in blood.
Lisa was a photographer that he had sent with a team of seventeen others to enter the dungeon. She would take pictures within the dungeon in order to sell them. Robert also hoped to use some of the photos to increase his reputation.
After leaving the dungeon, she was supposed to talk with Alfred Banks, a trusted high school friend of his who operated as a sort of inspector. Robert and Al had been among the very first people to invest in portal and dungeon exploration. While Robert handled all of the paperwork, Al made sure people were properly equipped and were properly cleaned according to government regulations after leaving. She wouldn't come straight to Robert without full cleaning unless there was some major emergency.
"I already explained the situation to Al, he said... he said come right here."
Lisa picked up a small sack that Robert distributed to all of his employees before entrance into the dungeons. She spilled the contents onto Robert's desk. They were mostly food rations, odds and ends like that. He noticed that there was an interesting trinket in there, probably worth a decent amount of money, most likely thrown in her pack to conserve space in some of the heavier totes.
Lisa quickly grabbed her digital camera and began flipping through pictures on it. She finally got to one she wanted and brought it towards Robert.
"Lisa what's..." Robert began, baffled, but as soon as his eyes rested on the picture, all of his questions were answered.
The picture was that of a dungeon floor. There was blood seeping into the cracks of the stone and small pools of it were littered around the room. All seventeen of the people that had walked in with Lisa had died, there corpses present in this image. But not torn to shreds by some sort of monster. These were bullets.
There was a message, made out of the remains and blood of the dead: "Stop endangering the world."
"Who-" began Robert.
"Four men, they had these crazy guns. Said we needed to stop going to the dungeons. Or else we'd-" Lisa stumbled over the last words, and then burst into tears. Robert tried to comfort her, and then sent her back to Al to be cleaned up. Shaking, Robert retrieved his water bottle and took a swig.
Robert stared at the photograph, unsure of what to do. He knew that people opposed what he was doing, but he didn't realize people would go through such lengths to stop him. He wasn't even a particularly large company, just one of the earlier ones.
Eventually, Robert brought his clammy hands to his cell phone and made a call. He had to let someone know.
*NEW: Photographer Unlocked.
Below is an example of one such instance. I will eventually copy and paste this into the actual RP.
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Robert S. Field was checking his email when Lisa walked through the door. Robert quickly stood as he realized she was panting heavily and her arms were covered in blood.
Lisa was a photographer that he had sent with a team of seventeen others to enter the dungeon. She would take pictures within the dungeon in order to sell them. Robert also hoped to use some of the photos to increase his reputation.
After leaving the dungeon, she was supposed to talk with Alfred Banks, a trusted high school friend of his who operated as a sort of inspector. Robert and Al had been among the very first people to invest in portal and dungeon exploration. While Robert handled all of the paperwork, Al made sure people were properly equipped and were properly cleaned according to government regulations after leaving. She wouldn't come straight to Robert without full cleaning unless there was some major emergency.
"I already explained the situation to Al, he said... he said come right here."
Lisa picked up a small sack that Robert distributed to all of his employees before entrance into the dungeons. She spilled the contents onto Robert's desk. They were mostly food rations, odds and ends like that. He noticed that there was an interesting trinket in there, probably worth a decent amount of money, most likely thrown in her pack to conserve space in some of the heavier totes.
Lisa quickly grabbed her digital camera and began flipping through pictures on it. She finally got to one she wanted and brought it towards Robert.
"Lisa what's..." Robert began, baffled, but as soon as his eyes rested on the picture, all of his questions were answered.
The picture was that of a dungeon floor. There was blood seeping into the cracks of the stone and small pools of it were littered around the room. All seventeen of the people that had walked in with Lisa had died, there corpses present in this image. But not torn to shreds by some sort of monster. These were bullets.
There was a message, made out of the remains and blood of the dead: "Stop endangering the world."
"Who-" began Robert.
"Four men, they had these crazy guns. Said we needed to stop going to the dungeons. Or else we'd-" Lisa stumbled over the last words, and then burst into tears. Robert tried to comfort her, and then sent her back to Al to be cleaned up. Shaking, Robert retrieved his water bottle and took a swig.
Robert stared at the photograph, unsure of what to do. He knew that people opposed what he was doing, but he didn't realize people would go through such lengths to stop him. He wasn't even a particularly large company, just one of the earlier ones.
Eventually, Robert brought his clammy hands to his cell phone and made a call. He had to let someone know.
*NEW: Photographer Unlocked.
So, every once in a while, I'm going to add a new feature, or there will be some sort of event that happens that introduces a new character or conflict.
Below is an example of one such instance. I will eventually copy and paste this into the actual RP.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Robert S. Field was checking his email when Lisa walked through the door. Robert quickly stood as he realized she was panting heavily and her arms were covered in blood.
Lisa was a photographer that he had sent with a team of seventeen others to enter the dungeon. She would take pictures within the dungeon in order to sell them. Robert also hoped to use some of the photos to increase his reputation.
After leaving the dungeon, she was supposed to talk with Alfred Banks, a trusted high school friend of his who operated as a sort of inspector. Robert and Al had been among the very first people to invest in portal and dungeon exploration. While Robert handled all of the paperwork, Al made sure people were properly equipped and were properly cleaned according to government regulations after leaving. She wouldn't come straight to Robert without full cleaning unless there was some major emergency.
"I already explained the situation to Al, he said... he said come right here."
Lisa picked up a small sack that Robert distributed to all of his employees before entrance into the dungeons. She spilled the contents onto Robert's desk. They were mostly food rations, odds and ends like that. He noticed that there was an interesting trinket in there, probably worth a decent amount of money, most likely thrown in her pack to conserve space in some of the heavier totes.
Lisa quickly grabbed her digital camera and began flipping through pictures on it. She finally got to one she wanted and brought it towards Robert.
"Lisa what's..." Robert began, baffled, but as soon as his eyes rested on the picture, all of his questions were answered.
The picture was that of a dungeon floor. There was blood seeping into the cracks of the stone and small pools of it were littered around the room. All seventeen of the people that had walked in with Lisa had died, there corpses present in this image. But not torn to shreds by some sort of monster. These were bullets.
There was a message, made out of the remains and blood of the dead: "Stop endangering the world."
"Who-" began Robert.
"Four men, they had these crazy guns. Said we needed to stop going to the dungeons. Or else we'd-" Lisa stumbled over the last words, and then burst into tears. Robert tried to comfort her, and then sent her back to Al to be cleaned up. Shaking, Robert retrieved his water bottle and took a swig.
Robert stared at the photograph, unsure of what to do. He knew that people opposed what he was doing, but he didn't realize people would go through such lengths to stop him. He wasn't even a particularly large company, just one of the earlier ones.
Eventually, Robert brought his clammy hands to his cell phone and made a call. He had to let someone know.
*NEW: Photographer Unlocked.
Below is an example of one such instance. I will eventually copy and paste this into the actual RP.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Robert S. Field was checking his email when Lisa walked through the door. Robert quickly stood as he realized she was panting heavily and her arms were covered in blood.
Lisa was a photographer that he had sent with a team of seventeen others to enter the dungeon. She would take pictures within the dungeon in order to sell them. Robert also hoped to use some of the photos to increase his reputation.
After leaving the dungeon, she was supposed to talk with Alfred Banks, a trusted high school friend of his who operated as a sort of inspector. Robert and Al had been among the very first people to invest in portal and dungeon exploration. While Robert handled all of the paperwork, Al made sure people were properly equipped and were properly cleaned according to government regulations after leaving. She wouldn't come straight to Robert without full cleaning unless there was some major emergency.
"I already explained the situation to Al, he said... he said come right here."
Lisa picked up a small sack that Robert distributed to all of his employees before entrance into the dungeons. She spilled the contents onto Robert's desk. They were mostly food rations, odds and ends like that. He noticed that there was an interesting trinket in there, probably worth a decent amount of money, most likely thrown in her pack to conserve space in some of the heavier totes.
Lisa quickly grabbed her digital camera and began flipping through pictures on it. She finally got to one she wanted and brought it towards Robert.
"Lisa what's..." Robert began, baffled, but as soon as his eyes rested on the picture, all of his questions were answered.
The picture was that of a dungeon floor. There was blood seeping into the cracks of the stone and small pools of it were littered around the room. All seventeen of the people that had walked in with Lisa had died, there corpses present in this image. But not torn to shreds by some sort of monster. These were bullets.
There was a message, made out of the remains and blood of the dead: "Stop endangering the world."
"Who-" began Robert.
"Four men, they had these crazy guns. Said we needed to stop going to the dungeons. Or else we'd-" Lisa stumbled over the last words, and then burst into tears. Robert tried to comfort her, and then sent her back to Al to be cleaned up. Shaking, Robert retrieved his water bottle and took a swig.
Robert stared at the photograph, unsure of what to do. He knew that people opposed what he was doing, but he didn't realize people would go through such lengths to stop him. He wasn't even a particularly large company, just one of the earlier ones.
Eventually, Robert brought his clammy hands to his cell phone and made a call. He had to let someone know.
*NEW: Photographer Unlocked.
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