RPG Quotes: Blood & Pancakes XXXI
The party starts uncovering various things in the mayor's office; a bottle of lethal poison, money bags of nearly no money, and a working computer with diary entries from a long dead crook that worked for the government. ...that last one might be a politician. Not sure.
Amadi: “How much of a mental blackout is acceptable, on a one to ten scale? And what are your thoughts on tasting colors?”
Viridia: “Is blacking out ever going to be beneficial? And what utility would tasting colors have?”
GM: “The small box was filled with a few gold bits! Congratulations, Moonshadow has discovered Penny's rainy day fund, or something.”
Doc: (Deadpan) “At last, Penny can retire and give up this life of crime.”
Doc: “Come on Live, let's go check the basement now that we got the gang together.”
Livewire: “We can be two places at once! I'll stick in here while you guys scavenge down there. It'll be easier!”
Moon: “Livewire is totally stuck in the closet isn't she?”
Viridia: “Well, the Olives probably don't have an insane mass mind-controlling torturer in their midst. Just caps-hungry jerks.”
Stellar: “Who want us dead for what happened to Olive Leaf.”
Moon: “And not killing Abbaas to grant them control over the local drug/water supply.”
GM: “It looked like the screen was locked until the password was put in, or it would only react to the power button.”
Moon: “Tch, always another step. Oh, well. Even if we can't figure it out, I'm sure we could sell it to someone for a pretty penny.”
Viridia: “Let me try. Computer! I am your master! Now spread 'em!”
Log Entry 5031: “Helped another zebra with a cough, today. You'd think they would know better than to let their foals run outside while it's so cold, but that's zebras for you. Dumb as bricks.”
Viridia: “It feels like we're roleplaying reading a story on Fimfiction.”
GM: “When you put it that way, it makes it sound like a blatant time waster.”
Viridia: “I'd never imply that. Neeeveer.”
Log Entry 5037: “Dalair invited me to a party! I snorted moondust off the ass of a mare named Pole Dancer and met the mayor of this cesspool, and he's about as terrible as I thought he was. My life is complete and my bank account has six digits in it, though, so all hail the mayor.”
Viridia: *Yawn*
GM: “The complete lack of caring about Coco Pummel is hilarious.”
Moon: “None of our characters know anything about her. Other than she's almost certainly dead. So why care?”
GM: “Because she's this pony.” (Shows image of Coco as a product of Fluttershy and Rarity)
Viridia: “...she's a lesbian magic baby?”
Moon: “And use Out-of-Character knowledge?! How scandalous!”
GM: “The nastiest individual in town at the moment actually cooked the group dinner, for example.”
Doc: “The chef on Captain Kahiklani’s boat is evil?”
Moon: “I don't know if Pancake party works for cries of vengeance. ‘Pancaaaaaaaakesss!’ Just sounds silly as an angry yell.”
Doc: “And making the Olives look like fools when they yell that is a perfectly satisfactory option in my opinion.”
GM: “For blood and pancakes! Charge!”
Doc: “For a team name, how about Calamity Jacks, as in the poker card Jack?”
GM: “Bleugh, card metaphors.”
Viridia: “Oh, don't be such a queen. You play the cards you're dealt.”
Doc: “Too bad there's no way to reverse-pickpocket sleep poisons in Fallout. Or build a dart gun and use sleep poisons. Instead, we put grenades down peoples' trousers.”
Amadi: “How much of a mental blackout is acceptable, on a one to ten scale? And what are your thoughts on tasting colors?”
Viridia: “Is blacking out ever going to be beneficial? And what utility would tasting colors have?”
GM: “The small box was filled with a few gold bits! Congratulations, Moonshadow has discovered Penny's rainy day fund, or something.”
Doc: (Deadpan) “At last, Penny can retire and give up this life of crime.”
Doc: “Come on Live, let's go check the basement now that we got the gang together.”
Livewire: “We can be two places at once! I'll stick in here while you guys scavenge down there. It'll be easier!”
Moon: “Livewire is totally stuck in the closet isn't she?”
Viridia: “Well, the Olives probably don't have an insane mass mind-controlling torturer in their midst. Just caps-hungry jerks.”
Stellar: “Who want us dead for what happened to Olive Leaf.”
Moon: “And not killing Abbaas to grant them control over the local drug/water supply.”
GM: “It looked like the screen was locked until the password was put in, or it would only react to the power button.”
Moon: “Tch, always another step. Oh, well. Even if we can't figure it out, I'm sure we could sell it to someone for a pretty penny.”
Viridia: “Let me try. Computer! I am your master! Now spread 'em!”
Log Entry 5031: “Helped another zebra with a cough, today. You'd think they would know better than to let their foals run outside while it's so cold, but that's zebras for you. Dumb as bricks.”
Viridia: “It feels like we're roleplaying reading a story on Fimfiction.”
GM: “When you put it that way, it makes it sound like a blatant time waster.”
Viridia: “I'd never imply that. Neeeveer.”
Log Entry 5037: “Dalair invited me to a party! I snorted moondust off the ass of a mare named Pole Dancer and met the mayor of this cesspool, and he's about as terrible as I thought he was. My life is complete and my bank account has six digits in it, though, so all hail the mayor.”
Viridia: *Yawn*
GM: “The complete lack of caring about Coco Pummel is hilarious.”
Moon: “None of our characters know anything about her. Other than she's almost certainly dead. So why care?”
GM: “Because she's this pony.” (Shows image of Coco as a product of Fluttershy and Rarity)
Viridia: “...she's a lesbian magic baby?”
Moon: “And use Out-of-Character knowledge?! How scandalous!”
GM: “The nastiest individual in town at the moment actually cooked the group dinner, for example.”
Doc: “The chef on Captain Kahiklani’s boat is evil?”
Moon: “I don't know if Pancake party works for cries of vengeance. ‘Pancaaaaaaaakesss!’ Just sounds silly as an angry yell.”
Doc: “And making the Olives look like fools when they yell that is a perfectly satisfactory option in my opinion.”
GM: “For blood and pancakes! Charge!”
Doc: “For a team name, how about Calamity Jacks, as in the poker card Jack?”
GM: “Bleugh, card metaphors.”
Viridia: “Oh, don't be such a queen. You play the cards you're dealt.”
Doc: “Too bad there's no way to reverse-pickpocket sleep poisons in Fallout. Or build a dart gun and use sleep poisons. Instead, we put grenades down peoples' trousers.”