The order of players currently is as follows, although it's open to all and can be swapped around depending on availability.
Bedizen
Agent 47
slushysnowman
Garland
j-man
Please name one of the dwarves after yourself, feel free to name other dwarves funny names aswell considering there's likely to be a ton more dwarves than the number of players; but leave some so the next people to play can have their custom dorf.
Each player will play for:
1 ingame year or less
1 real week or less
Feel free to pass it on early if you don't wish to do the whole year or you finish your turn early. Or pass on a go if you wish to take it later instead. There won't be a strict schedule.
Oh also, if you could maybe do a little writeup of any significant events that happened during your go when your turn ends (nothing too role-playish or anything, just like "seiged by goblins etc." unless you want to get creative. ;) that would be awesome.
Oops just realised I didn't set up the autosaving on this version, if the first person playing could do that, would be good, sorry. It's in the folder: Data -> Init -> Init.txt if you're not familiar, and the line to alter is:
I don't know if I'll be able to keep this up, but it's worth a try to get into the spirit of things.
Tar Acath 1051 1st February
The dwarves grunted and struggled as they dragged the laden cart across the river mud.
The expedition leader, a terrifying harpy of a dwarf woman screeched and screamed as the others squelched and heaved their way into the slowly flowing water. ‘YOU CALL THAT PUSHING, I’VE SEEN SNOT ON MY GRANDMOTHER’S FACE, may Gud rest her copper socks, MOVE FASTER THAN YOU PATHETIC EXCUSES’ ‘Speaking of which, I’ve seen snot that looks better than you,’ Beduhzen, the parties grower/alcoholic muttered. It was hard being an alcoholic among dwarves and he had always taken pride in the fact ‘WHAT?’ ‘Nothing… Nothing!’ The leaders ample brow dimpled in on itself, reminding the others of the expression on one of the dogs’ face when it had eaten swamp nettles. ‘WHATEVER. SHUT UP AND KEEP PUSHING, WE’RE ALMOST THERE IN ANY CASE AND THIS LOOKS LIKE A GOOD A SPOT AS ANY’ ‘You know,’ one of the parties miners chipped in ‘you really don’t need to be so… screechy all the time’ The leader looked momentarily more angry ‘I AM NOT SCREECHY - MY MOTHER, Gud bless her wiry beard, SAID I HAD A MEH-LO-DI-OUS VOICE’ ‘About as melodious as a cat in a bacon slicer’ ‘I DON'T NEED THREE GUESSES TO KNOW WHO THAT WAS’ Beduhzen looked cautiously to the dwarves on either side of him, then pointed at both ‘He did it’ Now one the carpenter chose to speak up, airing buried grumbles ‘We never would have had to leave if Beduhzen hadn’t vomited in the Low King’s hat!’ Beduhzen threw up his hands ‘Oh now come on, it was hardly as bad as you make it…’ ‘He was still wearing it!’ ‘Well… I mean… I never intended that…’ ‘SHUT. IT. WE HAVE TO MAKE THE BEST OF THIS SCHIST HOLE, AND I INTEND THAT WE WILL BE VERY COMFORTABLE INDEED’ ‘It would be easier to push the cart if you weren’t stading on it fatty’ The sound from the slap of the leaders hand echoed off Beduhzen’s face and startled a nearby pigeon into desperate flight. ‘KEEP PUSHING!’
The history of Largejuggles had begun its twist into existence.
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