The Travellers: An Interactive Story

Kick him in the fucking face, break the ties on my arms and grab my arrows. Shank the gay little fuck in non lethal places until he dies of blood loss, making sure he suffers.

Continues building the metal form, building a very large metal animal form, warping the color of the metal into white and orange, including circuits, until the form of a tiger lion hybrid, a 'liger' starts to form in front of him, claws on each foot, 2 large blades being formed on the head but sweeping back, hinged so they they can end up coming forward though. On each knee is another blade hinged so that they can be deployed to each side so they slash anything he runs by, along with a cannon on the bottom of it, and feeding it a chamber full of unshaped metal he can shape. In the head is the the cockpit, a place for him to sit and control the machine, though he also gives it its own life as well so it can move on it's own as well.

Attacks with Whack.

Kenneth: Your hypothetical situation does not work out, as he happens to have a choking fetish. He continues feeding you candy until his Butterfinger Starbursts all over the inside of your Bit o' Honey. You wake up in your bed at home, realizing that it was just a dream. You have a red coat on.
What will you do?

Marcau: You are inside your powerful machine.
What will you do?

Walter: You attack with Whack, hitting your dummy in the face. Nothing happens.

Take the red coat off and put on some normal clothes, examine the red coat and my ass, or "mouth" as the narrator prefers calling it.

Kenneth: You examine your ass, and a thick white liquid flows out. You wonder if you are dreaming.

Slap my face and look again.

You smack yourself across the face.
You look again and realize that you passed out in the clearing. You must have hit your head!
Go train!
Head to the factory!
Kill yourself!
Shit your pants!
Piss on the ground!
Masturbate!

I'll go train.

"What a fucked up dream...."

Heads toward the training ground in my Blade Liger

Tries out Blizzard rush on the dummy.

Kenneth: You make your way to the training ground. A dummy flops to the ground in front of you. It arguably looks like Slappy.
What will you do?

Walter: Your staff has a charging function. Every turn that you don't use it, you add a stack to its charges. Every turn, in addition to your primary ability, you may use a stack(s) from your Rylai's Crystal Scepter to add an additional effect/attack to your primary ability.
Slow: Automatic
Hail: Uses one stack per turn, deals 10 damage to each enemy at the end of the turn.
Blizzard Rush: Uses three stacks per turn, deals 50 damage to each enemy at the end of the turn.
Permafrost: Freezes the enemy unit(s) solid for three (3) turns, dealing 60 damage to each and rendering them unable to retaliate. Uses 12 stacks.
Max: 15 stacks.
Only 1 effect may be used per turn.

You Blizzard Rush the dummy. Nothing happens. You feel yourself getting a handle on your abilities.

Marcau: Your large Copyright Liger runs toward the training grounds. You arrive. I think you may have frightened some people...
What will you do?

Uses mobilize to create a metal ball for the liger canon to fire at one of the dummies

"....uh...."

Gets some practice in on Shortshot, shooting arrows at the dummy and collecting them back.

Kenneth: I forgot to tell you. Shortshot has its own arrows. Collected from your life force. It is kinda.... a wicked bow. The more life you sacrifice, the stronger it gets.
You fire a bunch of basic, not life-requiring arrows at the dummy. Nothing happens. Your dummy becomes animated, using Spore and leaving you drowsy.

Marcau: Using all of this metal has really drained you, and while you can still function properly, there is no metal around for you to use.
May I recommend you train by yourself, seeing as you can't take the liger to other worlds unless you build one there?


Freya: You lay down, thinking about what the boy said to you earlier. You come to a realization that you're going to have to make up for the incompetence that seems to come over your group (or part of it) when it comes to decision-making.
What will you do?

"What....the fuh....fuck...."

Five leaf shurikens.

Goes and trains by himself

"That's enough for me time to get on with the mission."

(also a counter of how many stacks i got would be great korasi.)

Marcau: You receive your own dummy. It looks like Reshiram.
What will you do?

Kenneth: You throw your shuriken at Slappy. Nothing happens.

Walter: You leave the training grounds, feeling satisfied with your abilities.
You will receive a counter of your stacks in battle.
Kill a teammate!
Kill yourself!
Shit a brick!
Go on the next mission!
Go on the Lore sidequest!

Go on Lore sidequest first.

Runs at the dummy with leg blades on left side out, letting them slash the dummy as he runs past.

Drathmar wrote:Runs at the dummy with leg blades on left side out, letting them slash the dummy as he runs past.

Drath, you're supposed to get out of the liger. That's why I said "fight alone".