Quote:Wasn't there a scene somewhere on the site involving Doug winding up in the MASH setting?

Quote:Wasn't there a scene somewhere on the site involving Doug winding up in the MASH setting?

Quote:I'm fairly certain there was, but I've been batting zero on finding it.

Quote:Since Bob has numbered the NanoSteps, all I need to say is "number 44"...

Quote:robkelk wrote:

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We weren't making any headway in this crazy hall of mirrors, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out a song that would help us see our way through. They weren't illusions, they were mirrors...
Then Lee wound up and punched the glass in front of us.
Yeah, that'd work.

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"Enter the Dragon"

Quote:The air here was acrid and sooty. I'd awoken to a gang of thugs
ransacking my bike, and after trouncing them had decided that I wasn't
going to leave it alone any time soon. Despite its obvious
technological superiority to everything else I had seen, passersby were
not giving it or me very much attention - I got a second glance here
and there, but more often an "I've seen weirder things than that" indifference. Judging from the variety of the inhabitants, it was probably justified, too.
"Excuse me."
I
turned to face the speaker, and I'm not sure what I noticed first: the
the scar tissue that covered his gray skin so thoroughly that it looked
like he'd lost a fight with a threshing machine, or the the belt across
his bare chest that was studded with menacing spikes of bone and
terminated at a multiply-oversized belt buckle made of uncarved bones.
His ragged, irregularly-beaded black dreadlocks only added to the
effect. "Have you seen a skull recently?"
"Why do you ask? Looking to complete your outfit?" I replied.

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Half-Life?

Quote:It wasn't human. At some point it had been, and physically, it almost looked like one still, assuming you saw it in bad light. But in magesight, what it was was incredibly clear.

A walking corpse, its only animation came to it from an outside source, its existence sustained to serve as a parasite, feeding on behalf of its master in darkened back alleys like this one. And I could see by the slow spread of black in its latest victim, that it was spreading. It was a horribly elegant means of spreading the apparent necromancer's power. One was killed and infected others, who spread it to others, all the power flowing back through them to the central source, like a twisted pyramid scheme of sorcery. But at the present situation, the news had suggested the killings and disappearances had been fairly isolated, so it must not have had much time to spread yet.

Not for the first time, I wondered if just once, whatever seemed to guide my path home could see fit to deposit me early enough into a problem to nip it in the bud rather than just late enough that the bad guy had some kind of momentum going. Dramatic or not, it was very annoying.

Still, best to destroy this one quickly. I began to roll through my list of potential songs I could resort to in order to keep the necromancer from noticing his thralls being destroyed too early when something jumped into the alleyway with a speed that made me blink. Now, note that, given my previous occupation and some of my teammates, it takes a lot to impress me in terms of speed. This thing was that fast. And about a half a second later, the thrall that I'd been preparing to target was rendered into two quickly disintegrating halves, ripped in half bodily by this thing's bare hands. Which was when I got my first real look at it. Physically, it looked more human than the thralls had, short blonde hair and fairly mundane dress not being something that'd stand out any more than I did in this particular incarnation of Japan, which wasn't exactly the melting pot of foreigners that Megatokyo had been.

Magically, however, was something else entirely. This wasn't a god or demon like I'd seen before, but it was something....something that definitely would make a couple of the ones I'd met take more than a second thought as to just casually tangling with it. As it hunched down, power practically bleeding off of it like the moonlight did off its white clothing, I began to slowly back up. What I'd intended to do was obviously about to be taken care of quite easily without me doing anything, and treading into something that powerful's territory without at least trying to look up polite ways to say "please don't murder me horribly for just being in your way" suggests that one is either brave, stupid, or some measure in between. While I was the former, in all modesty, I liked to think I wasn't the latter, and thus continued to slowly retreat....before freezing as the creature turned, a single crimson eye locking with mine.

But a tingling danger sense told me that what I needed to worry about was behind me. A second thrall lurched out of the shadows, having apparently managed to evade my cursory threat scan earlier by simply being...well, dead. I slid to the side, preparing to respond when this thrall also found itself in two pieces....but this time along a single clean line, the body similarly crumbling to dust. What stood in its wake was a perfectly normal young man, wearing a school uniform that I believe belonged to a nearby establishment. But as he turned, I broke into a cold sweat. While the earlier creature had been a towering pinnacle of power, there was something in this young man's gaze that chilled me to the bone as I saw it in magesight. I flicked out of it to avoid freezing up entirely, as the young man slid a pair of glasses onto his utterly unexceptional looking face.

"You should be more careful, sir. The back alleys are dangerous these days."

blackaeronaut Wrote:Spoiler [+]
Half-Life?

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Tsukihime

Rod H Wrote:oh fsckSpoiler [+]
Tsukihime

Bob Schroeck Wrote:

Quote:The air here was acrid and sooty. I'd awoken to a gang of thugs
ransacking my bike, and after trouncing them had decided that I wasn't
going to leave it alone any time soon. Despite its obvious
technological superiority to everything else I had seen, passersby were
not giving it or me very much attention - I got a second glance here
and there, but more often an "I've seen weirder things than that" indifference. Judging from the variety of the inhabitants, it was probably justified, too.
"Excuse me."
I
turned to face the speaker, and I'm not sure what I noticed first: the
the scar tissue that covered his gray skin so thoroughly that it looked
like he'd lost a fight with a threshing machine, or the the belt across
his bare chest that was studded with menacing spikes of bone and
terminated at a multiply-oversized belt buckle made of uncarved bones.
His ragged, irregularly-beaded black dreadlocks only added to the
effect. "Have you seen a skull recently?"
"Why do you ask? Looking to complete your outfit?" I replied.

Could someone ID this one for me?  I don't recognize it.  Thanks!

Spoiler

Planescape: Torment

Blackaeronaut Wrote:Oh fsck indeed. It is at this point, when Doug learns the true depth of what he's stumbled into, that he may go OMGWTFBBQ!!!

Quote:I found myself down the Marina with some time to kill before moving on. A breadboard advertised a small boat running three-hour tours of the nearby islands.

What could be the harm?

Quote:I don’t know what had been pulling me here: a suburban community just south-east of Denver.  But, after several hours of driving around, I finally saw something with magesight.  A strange energy was, just barely, leaking from a house.  Having seen nothing on mage sight all day, this was slightly encouraging.  I parked the bike a bit off, so I could walk over.
An obese Asian guy, with a mustache and beard came out of the house after a moment.  He didn’t even notice me.  I quickly looked at him in magesight and got the same thing I’d been getting all day: nothing.  He crossed the street and looked to be heading out to the mail boxes a block away.  I hurried up to the door and tried it.  Unlocked.  I went in and blinked.

It was dark, but over the TV was a collection of statues . . . and I recognized some of the people.  A lot of them were of Asuka, in varying outfits.  I didn’t look for long as I shifted back into magesight. The glow was coming from down the short hall, behind a closed door.  I was about to knock when I heard:

“All righty, I need to get Skuld's clothes off her to get a better look at her." 

The door didn’t stand much chance against me.  The fat guy in sweatpants and glasses didn’t even struggle.  I had him out of his computer chair and pinned against the wall to his side in an instant.  He was staring down at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, crap,” he muttered.  “I’m about to get my ass kicked by Doug Sangnoir.  Figures.”

“You know who I am?”  I probably didn’t have to put the growl in my voice, but it just came out.

“Yes, Colonel.  Put me down, please.  We’ve got a lot to go cover.”

Quote:“Yes, Colonel. Put me down, please. We’ve got a lot to go cover.”

Wiredgeek Wrote:That couldn't get better unless you were on a live-chat/video call with Bob Schroeck himself at the time.

Quote:It said "I sense some universe breaking recursion. I tried to write it. It made my head hurt.

Probably think we're a buncha weirdos. "

Before repeating that in a quote box, remarking on the repetition, remarking on the remarking of repetition..... including an ellipsis to break that chain of thought, then concluding with a guess at my mental state.

My head hurts too.

It mentioned a discussion, then went on with the mentioned discussion about how the fan had thought about doing the same thing , based on a 'Superman' story, but didn't think it would be appropriate.