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…by a 'RossFerrow' also on the blockchain?You awaken in a grassy field, unable to remember how you got here. - Other Forum Games - Forum Games - Community Forums - MTG Salvation Forums - MTG Salvation
You awaken in a grassy field, unable to remember how you got here. You can hear a waterfall in a nearby forest, and you can see smoke rising from a town in t...
Won't the crypto guys get miffed if we start duplicating stuff on 'their' playground?
it's already costing me money to add. Just not a lot
So The original author of the opening prompt is someone else. but I programmed the branching story system. (I also wrote a lot of the initial branches, but the actual first prompt came from someone else)
Ah, I see. We always look askance at something like this just 'dropping in', and more so when it turns up posted elsewhere also—looks a lot like plagiarism at that stage, of which we get a lot here, so we're always wary.
That's my choice
Ah, I see. We always look askance at something like this just 'dropping in', and more so when it turns up posted elsewhere also—looks a lot like plagiarism at that stage, of which we get a lot here, so we're always wary.
Kudos on your work so far. I assume you'd like forum members to play along, choose an option from the previous post and you'll reply with each new scenario.
So I'll start before I head out for a while:
That's my choice
Stepping through the backdoor, you see the blacksmith is not hard to find. To the left you see them slumped over a wooden table, bottle in hand. They are mumbling in an awkward drunken slumber. The fire flares up a moment, catching your attention, but it quickly settles back down. The air smells of sweat and booze. There's several tools on the front facing wall, and to the right a rack of beautiful weaponry and armor.
Taking a closer look at the weapons, you see a dozen swords of great quality. Tall brilliant shining metal with long handles wrapped tightly in cured leather. There are also metal tipped arrows next to some chainmail armor. All of great quality work, but what stands out most to you is the axe. It's the largest, with a blade spanning nearly half of the swords'. It's taller than you, but rests horizontally on the wall. The blacksmith notices you, gets up, but his foot gets caught between the seat and leg of the table. Incapacitated, he flips everything over, along with himself, hurling a bottle of alcohol right into the furnace, splashing fire everywhere.
This is exactly my dilemma this morning. My excuse is the grass is too wet to mow...
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