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8848 No. 8848 ID: e707fd

Sure is INACTIVE IMAGEBOARD around here...

Okay, tg/tg/! In the interest of activity, I have a CONUNDRUM for you!

This is SUE.

She's LIKE A RABBIT MONSTER OR SOME SHIT but that's really neither here nor there.

What is important is that she wants a SANDWICH.

So I ask you, tg/tg/... ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH-- I mean, CAN YOU ACCOMPLISH THIS TASK BY WAY OF SIMPLE COMMANDS?

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No. 8849 ID: e707fd
File 1240698743607.png - (17.45KB , 800x600 )
8849

SUE is in the KITCHEN.

There is a REFRIGERATOR, a MICROWAVE, an OVEN, a SINK, some CABINETS, some DRAWERS, and two DOORS here.

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No. 8850 ID: 5e7389

>>Oh my fucking god Suuuuuuuuuuuuuue! She is a Mimiga damnit.

Sue: open cabinets and examine contents.

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No. 8851 ID: e707fd
File 1240699324704.png - (8.98KB , 500x500 )
8851

>check cabinets

Fuck, there's nothing useful in any of these. How the fuck is Sue gonna make a goddamn sandwich with fucking peas?

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No. 8852 ID: 411d5e

>>8851
Pick up the can of peas. Check your inventory.

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No. 8855 ID: f95743

FUCK. We need BREAD and MEAT and STUFF.
Check the fridge.

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No. 8856 ID: e707fd
File 1240700074786.png - (4.82KB , 458x458 )
8856

Sue takes the CAN OF PEAS, even though she has no fucking clue what she's gonna do with it.

The only other thing she's carrying right now is a BOTTLE OF ASPIRIN. She took a couple of those earlier to make her goddamn headache from hell go away.

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No. 8857 ID: 411d5e

>>8856
What >>8855 said, crack open that fridge and see what's inside.

>>
No. 8858 ID: 5e7389

>>8851
Fuck, I meant drawers.

PROGRAM
X=0
IF
Knife = true
THEN
CMD [stab self]
END
(10)
X+1=X
DISPLAY "lol"
IF X=100
THEN
GOTO (20)
END
GOTO (10)
(20)
END PROGRAM

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No. 8861 ID: 411d5e

>>8858

Fine! Be indecisive then. I say the FRIDGE now. Also can Sue understand programmed instructions?

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No. 8863 ID: e707fd
File 1240700678541.png - (11.74KB , 500x500 )
8863

>open fridge

...

FUCK.

Sue knew she fucking forgot something. God damnit.

All that's in here is a jar of fucking MIRACLE WHIP (what the god damn hell did Sue buy that shit for anyway, it's fucking nasty) and another jar full of WEIRD RED SHIT Sue doesn't remember putting there or even seeing before.

>Can Sue understand programmed instructions?

Sue doesn't even fucking know what you mean when you say "programmed instructions" so probably not.

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No. 8864 ID: 411d5e

>>8863
Pocket everything in the fridge like an obsessive-compulsive and this time go rifle through the drawers.

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No. 8865 ID: e707fd
File 1240701345498.png - (17.27KB , 800x600 )
8865

(Sorry about being kind of slow...)

>take stuff in fridge

Sue takes the MIRACLE WHIP and the JAR OF RED SHIT, which is sticky and leaves fucking disgusting residue on her hands. Goddamn.

>check drawers

Sue looks around in the drawers...

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No. 8866 ID: e707fd
File 1240701771924.png - (7.80KB , 500x500 )
8866

Most of the shit Sue found was totally fucking useless (like old mail and shit, what the hell does Sue even still have this shit for), but she did find her WALLET, and a BUTTER KNIFE (out of a really incomplete set of silverware, plus clearly relevant to sandwich-making).

And this FUCKING SCARY KNIFE. Sue feels like she could really fuck up some shit with this thing. It's a good feeling.

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No. 8867 ID: 411d5e

>>8866
Check to see if your scars are still there. This knife could very well be a healing knife and thus useless.

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No. 8868 ID: e707fd
File 1240702035701.png - (8.06KB , 500x500 )
8868

>>8867
(Fuck, art blip. They're still there.)

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No. 8869 ID: f20643

Taste red shit and use knife to fondly regard your own reflection.

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No. 8870 ID: 411d5e

>>8868
Be wary of the knife until it has tasted your blood. For that is the sacrifice you will have to make one day to use the knife properly. Also yes, I agree with the previous.

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No. 8873 ID: e707fd
File 1240702858992.png - (10.58KB , 500x500 )
8873

>taste RED SHIT

The jar is clearly labeled "DO NOT EAT," and in Sue's own handwriting, no less.

Sue experimentally opens the jar anyway.

...

Mother of GOD, this shit smells fucking TERRIBLE. No way is Sue putting this fucking abomination unto nature in her goddamn mouth.

Sue closes the jar again and tries to waft away the smell, which sickeningly lingers around.

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No. 8874 ID: e707fd
File 1240703207749.png - (9.36KB , 500x500 )
8874

>fondly regard reflection with KNIFE

Sue looks a little haggard. She doesn't really remember what she was doing last night but it probably didn't involve a lot of sleeping, which is probably why she's so fucking cranky right now.

Those damn scars are probably never gonna go away...

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No. 8875 ID: d23ff6

Combine Miracle Whip, peas and aspiring to form HEALING ITEM.
Call the door on the left a faggot and reconnoiter the room behind it by kicking the door and entering the room by waving the knife around yelling profanities of preferrably blasphemous nature.

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No. 8878 ID: e707fd
File 1240704928768.png - (18.16KB , 800x600 )
8878

>combine some stuff

Yeah, the aspirin works well enough on its own. Besides, Sue doesn't seem to own a can opener (what the fuck, right? there wasn't one in the drawers), and she fucking hates Miracle Whip.

>bust through door on left like a drunkard

If there was someone else in there, Sue would totally fucking do this.

But that door just goes to the garage. Waste of fucking effort.

Sue opens the door...

[continued]

(Motherfuck, screwed up the scars again. Repost)

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No. 8879 ID: e707fd
File 1240705079063.png - (16.79KB , 800x600 )
8879

>>8878

(sorry on the long-ass wait; screwed up drawing the new room the first time)

What the fuck?! Where the fuck is Sue's car? How the hell is she gonna fucking go to the store and buy some fucking food without a fucking car?!

God fucking DAMMIT, today has fucking sucked.

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No. 8880 ID: d23ff6

Observe the note, but only pick it up with the knife. Observe containers labeled "gas" and "paint" to verify contents.
Keep an eye out for Russian strike teams or lone stalkers.

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No. 8881 ID: e707fd
File 1240705715328.png - (10.19KB , 500x500 )
8881

>read note

Sue picks up the note with the knife, although she's not sure why she's bothering.

...

Oh that fucking bitch.

>>
No. 8882 ID: 411d5e

>>8879
Check on your capabilities for a moment to see if your strength, agility, endurance, etc. are anything of note or especially bad.

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No. 8883 ID: e707fd

>check capabilities

(I don't need to draw anything for this, I don't think.)

Sue is pretty much normal, except she's a pretty good fighter. There's really not a whole lot else to say.

(Short break while I run and grab some dinner. You guys can still post suggestions, it just might be a while before I can get to the next image. Also, if you post like six commands at once, Sue's only going to perform as many actions as I can justify drawing only one image for.)

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No. 8884 ID: 411d5e

>>8883
Shake knife angrily into the air.
Go EXAMINE the containers.

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No. 8885 ID: 5c469d

>>8883
recall who -M is.

stab the can of peas open with the knife.

review library of fighting moves sue knows. (good fighter how? is sue going to choke a bitch, bloody stabbing murder, kung fu bullshit?)

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No. 8887 ID: e707fd
File 1240711554826.png - (11.28KB , 500x500 )
8887

(Sorry, dinner took longer than expected. Also, this image looks awful...)

>who is M.?

Misery. Sue borrowed some cash from that fucking bitch a while back, but she's paid it all off. Who the fuck does she think she is, stealing Sue's fucking car, huh?

>shake KNIFE angrily into air
>stab CAN OF PEAS with KNIFE

Sue curses the bitch-ass ceiling of her garage, shakes the knife a bit, and then utterly ruins the can of peas, sending little green blobs everywhere.

But man, that felt good. Sue is a little less angry at the whole goddamn world now.

>fighting moves?

I'm gonna go with "choke a bitch" here, although Sue could probably use pretty much any weapon she gets her hands on fairly effectively. Point is, she can take care of herself (if she's not outnumbered or outsized or something like that) in an unarmed fight.

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No. 8888 ID: 5c469d

map of home!

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No. 8889 ID: e707fd
File 1240715473790.png - (6.97KB , 500x500 )
8889

>map of home
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No. 8890 ID: 5c469d

>>8889
investigate living room. also, check wallet for monies.

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No. 8891 ID: e707fd
File 1240717524786.png - (11.70KB , 800x600 )
8891

>check out living room

As Sue walks from the garage to the living room (although she's not sure what she expects to find there), she feels the aspirin finally fucking kick in. This does wonders for her mood (although she's still simmering over her car getting fucking jacked and her continued inability to just fix a fucking sandwich).

There's nothing in here except a TV and a couch, though. Sue never really got around to buying furniture.

[And Dorf Quest just started, so I'm out for the night most likely. If you guys have any suggestions for when I shoul run the next one, I'm totally open to pretty much anything; I have a lot of free time, yeah.]

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No. 8892 ID: 5c469d

>>8891
check wallet for monies.
if (monies==true) go 7/11, buy sammich;
else find man with monies, break kneecaps, take monies, place monies in wallet, check wallet again.

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No. 8901 ID: a34a53

eat some peas to partially satisfy hunger.

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No. 8902 ID: e707fd
File 1240788130585.png - (8.82KB , 500x500 )
8902

[Here we go some more, because I'm not really doing anything important right now. Don't know how long this session will last though.]

>check wallet

Sue seems to only have one of this place's weirdo units of currency. That is not really enough to buy a sandwich anywhere Sue knows of.

... Fucking hell.

>machine code

Sue doesn't understand what you're trying to say.

>eat some peas

Fuck that shit. Sue is in the mood for a goddamn sandwich and nothing else is gonna fucking substitute. Especially not PEAS, what the hell?

>>
No. 8903 ID: a34a53

ALL I AM SAYIN' ♫
IS GIVE PEAS A CHANCE ♫

>>
No. 8904 ID: c633fd

Throw peas into the wall

>>
No. 8905 ID: 5c469d

examine top of tv. (what's that black thing?)

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No. 8907 ID: e707fd
File 1240788658215.png - (12.45KB , 800x600 )
8907

>throw peas at wall

Sue makes a mess of the living room.

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No. 8909 ID: c42be6

>>8889
We haven't been to the Bedroom or Bathroom yet! Go there and check for useful items.
Also, considering that this board doesn't move, and the thread won't fall off, it's not really important to have 'sessions.' We can just leave commands, and you can draw them when you have free time.

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No. 8910 ID: e707fd
File 1240789329592.png - (5.79KB , 500x500 )
8910

>examine BOX

It's a VCR. Sue doesn't really have anything to use it with though.

>clone MONEY

Sue fucking wishes.

>clean up PEAS

Maybe later. Sue wants that fucking sandwich first.

>check BEDROOM/BATHROOM

Sue was already in those this morning, and the only useful thing she found was the ASPIRIN, unless you want her to carry her fucking PILLOW around or something. There's definitely nothing in there related to getting a sandwich, given that Sue doesn't even own a phone.

Actually, why the hell did Sue even come in the living room? She needs to fucking focus, goddamn.

>>8909

[Point taken; that's probably a good idea. It's just that I'll probably wind up doing session-type things on my end anyway...]

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No. 8911 ID: 5c469d

>>8910
take VCR (if you have nothing to use with it, then it's going to get pawned). go garage, retrieve GASOLINE and PAINT, go outside.

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No. 8912 ID: e707fd
File 1240790590016.png - (13.77KB , 800x600 )
8912

>take VCR, PAINT, GAS

Sue is probably going to need to see a psychologist about this impulsive and obsessive desire to take every fucking object she sees, especially since she has no damn clue what she's supposed to do with all this shit.

Paint is fucking heavy. Goddamn.

>go outside

Sue notes yet again that her house doesn't look right from the outside. [I wish I was slightly less awful at drawing, and sorry for another long wait.] There's a STREET and EMPTY YARD in front of Sue, a DEAD END to her right, and a NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE to her left.

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No. 8913 ID: c42be6

Who is Sue's Neighbor? And how far to the nearest grocery or deli?

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No. 8914 ID: e707fd

>Sue's neighbor?

Sue can't remember his name. Starts with a "Q" or some shit. Sue doesn't really know him all that well.

>where can Sue buy stuff

The nearest store is beyond reasonable walking distance. Sue's gonna need a set of wheels from somewhere to get there. And she's still fucking short on cash, too.

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No. 8917 ID: c633fd

Go ask the neighbors for some sandwich shit.

>>
No. 8918 ID: 411d5e

>>8912
Get back in the house and go examine the bedroom. Maybe there are more objects to compulsively carry around with you in there.

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No. 8962 ID: 667c91

[Derp dee derp post with no images or content or anything.

Anyway, uh, just letting you guys know that even though it's been a week, I am in fact going to do another one of these just as soon as I stop being busy with random shit.

And also that you shouldn't expect this to last too long, because I went into it with absolutely no preplanning and ultimately decided it wasn't worth planning out too much because I'm planning out something significantly weightier (although knowing me you guys may never see it) and will instead pretty much just use this as a pacing test.

That sentence was totally incoherent, yeah. My bad.

So, uh, basically, gonna make more of these tomorrow, also gonna end probably when Sue gets the sandwich finally because I don't know what else to do with it. Also I promise I'll come up with something better next time. :(]

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No. 8964 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241400035104.png - (11.00KB , 800x600 )
8964

>>8962

[Sup guys. Here we go some more? Also some weird things may be happening with the art as I continue to try to figure out how to not suck at this.]

>check bedroom/bathroom

Fucking hell.

Sue retrieves the PILLOW from her bedroom, but is really sick of picking up all this random shit that she probably won't even use.

>ask neigbor for a sandwich

Sue knocks on the door. She still can't remember what her neighbor's name is. She decides to call him "Dumbshit."

[continued]

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No. 8965 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241400842942.png - (23.85KB , 800x600 )
8965

... Oh right, this guy.

What should Sue say to him?

[I hope this drawing makes sense. Not changing it now.]

>>
No. 8966 ID: 4f58db

>>8965
"Sandwich - do you have one?"

>>
No. 8967 ID: 411d5e

>>8965
"I'm your friendly neighbourhood sandwich inspector. I need to inspect any sandwiches in your residence, or if lacking any, if you have the relevant ingredients for such a task, and your skill at making one."

>>
No. 8968 ID: 411d5e

>>8967
Also ask if they have noticed that recently all the colour has drained from the world, and if they are the cause.

>>
No. 8969 ID: e0f008

>>8965
Smother him with the pillow!

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No. 8970 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241401783067.png - (8.76KB , 500x500 )
8970

>"Do you have a sandwich?"

Quote's eyes light up! He says he loves making sandwiches, and if you'll just wait in the front room he'll make you one, lickety-split!

... He's pretty fucking creepy, honestly. Sue's kind of glad they don't talk often.

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No. 8971 ID: 4f58db

>>8970
Thank him.

Angrily.

>>
No. 8972 ID: e0f008

>>8970
Politely enter the front room and wait for your sandwich.
While he's busy, case the joint for anything you can steal.

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No. 8973 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241402447372.png - (6.57KB , 500x500 )
8973

>angrily thank him

Sue shouts a message of mixed gratitude and contempt at Quote, but he doesn't seem to notice.

... Sue sits down. At least he's making a fucking sandwich.

>examine room

There's fucking nothing in here except this really damn uncomfortable couch... thing... that Sue's sitting on. Apparently Quote is even worse at purchasing furniture than Sue is.

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No. 8974 ID: 411d5e

>>8973
While he's not here, rifle through the sofa/couch/thing for loose change, and anything else of possible value that got lost in it.

>>
No. 8975 ID: 411d5e

>>8974
Also take note of your inventory.

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No. 8976 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241403103134.png - (6.77KB , 500x500 )
8976

>check cushions

... Damn, nothing at all. Does this guy even use this piece of shit, or is it just in here?

>check inventory

[not drawing it, you guys picked up so much shit anyway]

Sue is carrying a BOTTLE OF ASPIRIN, MIRACLE WHIP, a JAR OF RED SHIT, her WALLET, a BUTTER KNIFE, a FUCKING SCARY KNIFE, a VCR, a CAN OF PAINT, a GAS CAN, and a PILLOW.

And it's fucking heavy.

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No. 8977 ID: 4f58db

Apply PAINT to WALL.

>>
No. 8978 ID: e0f008

>>8976
>>8977
YES. Paint a mural across his wall to brighten up the place. Draw.. a SANDWICH.

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No. 8979 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241403693990.png - (9.22KB , 500x500 )
8979

>paint wall

Sue visualizes the image-to-be in her mind...

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No. 8980 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241403828316.png - (5.57KB , 500x500 )
8980

PLOSH.

... Fuck, that's not even close. Sue wishes she had a paintbrush or something.

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No. 8981 ID: 4f58db

>>8980
Use the pillow as a paint brush.

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No. 8982 ID: 411d5e

>>8981
If (when using the pillow as a paintbrush) you can't quite get a sandwich out of it, try for a mural of ethnic cheer.

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No. 8983 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241404213561.png - (5.45KB , 500x500 )
8983

>use PILLOW on PAINT

... Sue really sucks at this.

... What the hell is the holdup on that goddamn sandwich, anyway?

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No. 8984 ID: 4f58db

>>8983
Verify that Quote is building your sandwich properly.

>>
No. 8985 ID: 411d5e

>>8983
Admire your work.

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No. 8986 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241404861711.png - (7.99KB , 500x500 )
8986

>admire WORK

Are you kidding? Sue isn't going to pretend this is some kind of artistic masterpiece. It's a fucking splotch on the wall.

... On the other hand, she did mess up that creepy fucker's wall. Maybe it is a masterpiece of a sort.

>sandwich?

As Sue is about to head toward the kitchen and ask Quote about the sandwich, he suddenly walks in and gives her a disturbing-ass grin.

...

After looking at you for longer than you'd really like him to without saying anything, he finally says he's sorry but he forgot to ask you what did you want on your sandwich.

He doesn't notice the mess on his wall for some reason.

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No. 8987 ID: 4f58db

>>8986
You want a delicious deli based sandwich with cheese, meat, lettuce, tomato, and not mayonnaise.

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No. 8988 ID: e0f008

>>8987
>>8986
Better stress that last part.

>>
No. 8989 ID: 411d5e

>>8986
Specify that you want him to clean his hands before he makes this sandwich too. Glare at him whilst you do this.

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No. 8990 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241407169670.png - (8.44KB , 500x500 )
8990

>clarify sandwich

"One sandwich, cheese, meat, lettuce, tomato, no mayonnaise. And wash my hands. Gotcha!"

Quote seems to be completely oblivious to Sue's disdain for him.

[Whoops. Got distracted.]

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No. 8991 ID: 411d5e

>>8990
When he goes back to the kitchen, sneak up to it and try to watch him make the sandwich so he doesn't do any... funny business.

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No. 8992 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241408103036.png - (6.63KB , 500x500 )
8992

>spy on him

... Nothing out of the ordinary here, except he's really deliberate about everything he does. Maybe he's just stupid or something.

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No. 8993 ID: 4f58db

>>8992
Go back to couch, wait for sammich.

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No. 8995 ID: 1b04f1
File 1241410259684.png - (6.94KB , 500x500 )
8995

>wait

Sue waits.

...

And waits.

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No. 8996 ID: 4f58db

>>8995
Check kitchen once more.

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No. 8997 ID: 12a6ed

Just run out there, yank his pants down, and suck him off.
If you want him to notice you it's the only way.

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No. 8999 ID: 411d5e

>>8996
Yes, continue your espionage.

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No. 9023 ID: e707fd
File 1241915061470.png - (5.82KB , 500x500 )
9023

When last we left Sue, she was advised to go start spying on Mister-takes-fucking-forever-to-make-a-sandwich.

Let's fucking get to it, then.

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No. 9024 ID: e707fd
File 1241915582486.png - (8.64KB , 500x500 )
9024

Sue doesn't even make it three steps before--

Hey, would you look at that. Maybe this guy is just creepy and kind of dumb. It looks like he actually came through with--

[continued!]

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No. 9025 ID: e707fd
File 1241916095671.png - (6.87KB , 500x500 )
9025

"Huzzah!"

What the f-- Oh God dammit. The fucking sandwich was right fucking there...

Sue is going to kick someone's fucking rectangular ass.

[what the hell the guy's a BOX why can't I draw him right]

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No. 9026 ID: e0f008

>>9025
Yell at boxguy.
Order Quote to kick his ass, he seems like he's good at taking orders.

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No. 9027 ID: d67f48

Hit him with the paint pillow and yell at him

>>
No. 9028 ID: 411d5e

>>9025
Shout incomprehensibly and demand a question from god as to why you can't get JUST ONE FUCKING SANDWICH RAARARARHG.

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No. 9029 ID: e707fd
File 1241916721095.png - (6.69KB , 500x500 )
9029

[Well, the consensus is RAGE.]

Sue used RAGE!

...

It's not very effective...

>>
No. 9030 ID: e0f008

>>9029
Order boxguy to get you a sandwich to replace the one you lost!
You don't care how just DO IT.

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No. 9031 ID: 411d5e

>>9029
Follow it up by telling quote to kill the box, and rip out its life.

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No. 9032 ID: e707fd
File 1241917376038.png - (4.81KB , 500x500 )
9032

>>9030

Sue asks the box dude to make her a new goddamn sandwich, that son of a bitch.

The box guy holds up his appendages and sadly points out that he doesn't really have the fine motor skills necessary to make a sandwich.

>>9031

Quote seems to be out of commission. He did just get crushed by a giant box, after all.

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No. 9033 ID: d8977e

>>9032
Go in the kitchen and attempt to make a sandwich yourself while Quote is out of it.

>>
No. 9034 ID: d67f48

>>9033
Don't forget to cuss him out as you leave

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No. 9035 ID: e707fd
File 1241917809186.png - (8.04KB , 500x500 )
9035

>>9034

The box guy still doesn't seem to understand Sue when she does this.

>>9033

... Sue really wishes it was easier to find things in Quote's kitchen. Trashbags do not a good sandwich make, and that's what half the goddamn cabinets seem to be full of.

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No. 9036 ID: e0f008

>>9035
Whatever, at least we have our sandwich. EAT BACON SANDWICH OF BACON.

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No. 9037 ID: d67f48

that looks like a damn good sandwich. Eat it before anything else can happen

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No. 9038 ID: e707fd
File 1241918388173.png - (7.48KB , 500x500 )
9038

Sue eats the sandwich.

...

Despite having way too much pork product, this is actually pretty damn good.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE ACHIEVED!

[So, uh, seriously, guys, I don't really know what to do next.]

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No. 9039 ID: d8977e

>>9038
Check up on Quote.

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No. 9040 ID: 276781

>>9038
Construct BACONLANCE; wield against BOX GUY and threaten him with FLAMING PORK-RELATED DEATH for the destruction of your last SANDWICH. Hopefully scare PLOT DETAILS out of him.

http://www.boingboing.net/2009/04/15/bb-video-the-flaming.html

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No. 9041 ID: d67f48

>>9038

>too much pork product

That's HERETICAL.

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No. 9042 ID: e707fd
File 1241918997022.png - (6.33KB , 500x500 )
9042

>construct BACONLANCE

Sue already ate all the bacon. Damn, that looks fucking awesome, too.

Although Sue is pretty sure she wouldn't be able to make the damn thing anyway.

>check on Quote

He looks kind of dead. Or broken. He's not going to move of his own power anytime soon.

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No. 9043 ID: 411d5e

>>9042

Quote has been conquered, loot his place.

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No. 9044 ID: e707fd
File 1241919611493.png - (6.47KB , 500x500 )
9044

>>9043

Sue is already carrying so much goddamn useless shit around at this point that she doesn't really want to do this. Unless you have a specific idea of what to search for it's not fucking happening.

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No. 9045 ID: e0f008

>>9044
Just grab some trash bags. Quote has enough of those anyway, he'll never miss them.
Also we can probably just leave the empty can of paint here. And the butter knife (why did we bring that? We have a better knife already).
Also check his pockets for money or interesting stuff.

>>
No. 9046 ID: 411d5e

>>9044
Search for the will to carry more totally not-useless crap.

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No. 9047 ID: e707fd
File 1241920209762.png - (7.57KB , 500x500 )
9047

>>9045

Sue ditches the empty PAINT CAN and the BUTTER KNIFE.

She picks up a bunch of TRASH BAGS, and then finds twenty more WEIRD CURRENCY UNITS and a LIGHTER on Quote's person.

The box guy is still looking at her. He looks kind of lost, like he's not really sure what to do at this point.

>>
No. 9048 ID: 4f58db

>>9047
Command Boxguy to carry you to the city. He can be that mode of transportation we needed so badly.

>>
No. 9051 ID: e707fd

>>9048

[y halo thar Gnome]

The box dude (who is apparently named Balrog? Sue wonders where the fuck you even get that kind of name) says he'd be totally willing to fly you to the city. Because apparently he can fly, despite having the aerodynamic capabilities of a large metal box.

Anyway, Sue should probably figure out where they're going to fly to before they just charge off in some random direction.

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No. 9052 ID: e707fd
File 1241923605982.png - (5.73KB , 500x500 )
9052

>>9051

[fixing image]

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No. 9053 ID: 411d5e

>>9051
To Misery's, that bitch stole your car, now to pay her back in kind. Also get your car back too.

>>
No. 9111 ID: 1f67e0

Drop the VCR, it's useless.
Then, go take CAR back from MISERY.

>>
No. 9120 ID: 5c469d

>>9111
we can pawn it in the city, and buy ourselves a gat, godamn.

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No. 9218 ID: 667c91

[Okay guys really sorry for another contentless bump, but I thought you might want a rudimentary explanation for why this hasn't started again. Basically, since Saturday (the day I intended to get the next bit in), I've come home from college and then proceeded to get sick with God knows what, and it's kind of taken up all of my time and energy.

So, uh, dunno when there'll be another one, but as soon as I stop spending better than half of every day unconscious I promise I'll get back on this; it's certainly not that I haven't got the free time at this point.]

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No. 9219 ID: 411d5e

>>9218
Draw anyway.
advicedog.jpg
Amuse us with your fevered imaginings.

>>
No. 9261 ID: a4f3a2

>>9219
Is right. The more insane and incoherent anything is, the more fun it'll be.

>>
No. 9332 ID: bde1b8

>>9261
C'mon, Teedash, give us life!

>>
No. 9351 ID: 667c91
File 1243563090436.png - (6.42KB , 500x500 )
9351

[Right!]

So hang on.

What was Sue going to do again?

>>
No. 9352 ID: 87583b

Uh, eat the sandwich and fall into a coma due to bad mayonnaise?

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No. 9353 ID: 667c91
File 1243563574724.png - (7.50KB , 500x500 )
9353

>>9352

Sue already ate the sandwich, remember? And she was just napping due to lack of instructions, anyway. Nice try though.

>>
No. 9354 ID: bde1b8

>>9353
Sue was going to go to Misery's place and steal her car back!

>>
No. 9355 ID: 667c91
File 1243567766647.png - (6.12KB , 500x500 )
9355

Right, let's go do that then.

>>
No. 9356 ID: bde1b8

>>9355
While we're on the way, lets ask Balrog where he lives.

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No. 9357 ID: 667c91
File 1243568244995.png - (9.13KB , 500x500 )
9357

>>9355

Sue and the box guy arrive at a badly drawn strip mall. Never mind that they were clearly flying toward skyscrapers; that's hardly relevant now.

>>9356

Balrog shies away from the question.

... Hmm.

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No. 9358 ID: bde1b8

>>9357
Attempt to rob the Unsecure Loans building.

>>
No. 9359 ID: 5e7389

Is this Misery's place?

>>
No. 9360 ID: 64dd34

>>9358
use funds to lease store next door.

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No. 9362 ID: 667c91
File 1243569998642.png - (8.94KB , 500x500 )
9362

>>9358

The place is easy enough to get into, but... there's not a lot here. There does seem to be a backroom behind the counter that was conveniently omitted from this image, and a nonfunctional computer monitor that's not plugged into anything.

Where's Sue's car, dammit?

>>9359

Yes, although most of the stuff that should be in here (like that one weird-looking roachy guy she employed) is missing.

>>9360

What funds?

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No. 9363 ID: bde1b8

>>9362
Use computer monitor to bash open back door!

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No. 9364 ID: 667c91
File 1243570422385.png - (6.86KB , 500x500 )
9364

>>9363

It's not very effective...

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No. 9365 ID: 64dd34

>>9364
knock politely then

>>
No. 9367 ID: bde1b8

>>9365
And loudly ask if Misery is there, while you are at it.

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No. 9369 ID: 050aad

>>9363
>>9364
Use BALROG to bash open back door!

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No. 9376 ID: bde1b8

>>9364
Use BACK DOOR to bash open BALROG!

>>
No. 9377 ID: 9891a9

>>9364
Balrog OPEN DOOR to BACK use bash!

>>
No. 9403 ID: bde1b8

>664

back BALROG bash door open TO USE!

>>
No. 9468 ID: 7b81d5

Let's see if that bumping works.

>>
No. 9469 ID: 7b81d5

>>9468 Seems like it does.

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No. 9478 ID: 667c91
File 1243900793759.png - (8.53KB , 500x500 )
9478

>>9369
>>9376
>>9377
>>9403

The door and surrounding wall are no match for Balrog!

[continued]

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No. 9480 ID: 667c91
File 1243900875198.png - (9.93KB , 500x500 )
9480

...

Uh-oh.

In hindsight, Sue probably should've expected this... Any quick ideas?

>>
No. 9482 ID: 183b27

>>9480
Scream "terrorist" and lie face down on the floor.

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No. 9492 ID: b5c3b4

Offer to pay off your car using the money you stole from Quote.
The door was caused by Balrog and entirely his fault, so offer to loan him to Misery until he pays off his debt that you had nothing to do with.

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No. 9493 ID: b5c3b4

>>9480
"BALROG! HUG MISERY!"

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No. 9501 ID: 667c91
File 1243904423116.png - (7.10KB , 500x500 )
9501

>>9493

In keeping with her personal philosophy of inflicting violence on others for fun and profit, Sue orders Balrog to, uh, "hug" Misery.

... Misery was not expecting this.

[Huzzah, this is the worst-looking image I've produced for this thing by far. I really need to work with pre-made backgrounds and such next time...]

[also continued]

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No. 9503 ID: 667c91
File 1243904506310.png - (5.65KB , 500x500 )
9503

...

Wow, that was surprisingly effective.

>>
No. 9509 ID: 4470ad

>>9503
Ensure she didn't teleport out of the way.
If she didn't, search the body and backroom.
If she did, GTFO and regroup.

>>
No. 9510 ID: 4470ad

Anyone else suspicious about the red stuff in the fridge?
I have a sneaking suspicion about it's contents...

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No. 9512 ID: b5c3b4

>>9503
LOOT EVERYTHING.
Also, find your car.

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No. 9524 ID: 667c91
File 1243912329576.png - (10.27KB , 500x500 )
9524

>>9509

Misery would appear to be safely flattened.

>>9509 again
>>9512

Sue would really like to do something or other, but the building appears to be falling apart.

...

For some reason.

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No. 9525 ID: bde1b8

>>9524
Hide underneath Balrog!

>>
No. 9526 ID: b5c3b4

>>9524
RUN. LEAVE THEM TO DIE.

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No. 9527 ID: 667c91
File 1243912858194.png - (14.35KB , 500x500 )
9527

>>9526

Running does sound like an awfully good id--

OH NO THERE IS A BADLY DRAWN PIECE OF RUBBLE IN THE WAY ALL OF A SUDDEN.

>>
No. 9528 ID: bde1b8

>>9527
THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR: HIDING UNDER BALROG!

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No. 9529 ID: 667c91
File 1243913418515.png - (9.16KB , 500x500 )
9529

>>9528

Yeah, this isn't awkward or anything. At least Sue should be safe from falling building pieces here.

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No. 9530 ID: bde1b8

>>9529
Curl up and hope for the best/wait.

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No. 9531 ID: 667c91
File 1243913948728.png - (12.58KB , 500x500 )
9531

>>9529

Oh, hey, it's Sue's car!

What sort of silly person puts a car in an attic? That sort of carelessness could lead to someone getting severely hurt!

...

Oh. Right.

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No. 9533 ID: bde1b8

>>9531
...Did we just die?

>>
No. 9534 ID: 9891a9

>>9533
Of course not, we're safely under Balrog, see?

>>
No. 9536 ID: b5c3b4

>>9531
SPECIAL ENDING
With dying strength, eat WEIRD RED SHIT.
Go totally Frenzy. Push Balrog off with increased super crazy strength.
Of course, you'll be super crazy then, so go out and kill random people until you're eventually shot to death by the police.
BAD END

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No. 9554 ID: d450b2
File 1243998681168.png - (9.43KB , 500x500 )
9554

>>9536

Sue doesn't really seem to have a lot of options at this point, so...

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No. 9555 ID: d450b2
File 1243998970799.png - (34.15KB , 500x500 )
9555

>>9554

Sue has no idea what's going on anymore...

>>
No. 9556 ID: 87583b

WAKE UP, SUE!

WAKE UP!

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No. 9557 ID: d450b2
File 1243999526534.png - (16.66KB , 500x500 )
9557

>>9555

...And Sue finally regains sensory input only to discover that she's dying from multiple gunshot wounds in a pool of her own blood next to an apparently burning building because the author of this wreck can't come up with a better way to get this ended already.

BAD END.

However, bonus points for quite a bit of property damage and managing to get every character killed off. ... Okay, well, Balrog will probably be okay, but you get the point.

[Also, if you guys wouldn't mind telling me what you thought of this... it was pretty much a poorly-thought out test run mostly to see if I can draw something recognizable in a fairly short period of time (the answer being yes, although I wound up taking too long to update half the time anyway... at least it was for other reasons, I guess), and consequently I didn't really plot anything out. At all. And it shows. This should not be a problem for the next one.]

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No. 9562 ID: b5c3b4

>>9557
Well, I liked it. Would've been nice if posts had been more frequent, but it's tgchan, so no big deal.

Lack of plot can always be solved by letting the audience do stupid crazy shit. Which you did.
I think the only thing Sue objected to was carrying a hundred pounds of useless junk.

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No. 9570 ID: d450b2

>Would've been nice if posts had been more frequent

See, that's why I want to do this sort of thing in sessions, so I could designate a block of time where I'd be doing nothing but working on the quest.

Except, of course, when I tried that with this, lack of an audience started to become a problem. Admittedly, though, that was closer to right after the board had been put up, so it might work better now, given that a larger number of people seem to be posting here. I'll have to see, I guess.

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