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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 22, 2011 10:14:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron cannot help but giggle as he drinks Clipper's drinks. Wow, these are... he's glad Impactor doesn't seem to have a sense of taste, because he think Impactor would be offended to think these if he did.
They taste like airy spun crystals, like a rainbow caught in a cloud.
He draws a card and stares at it. The card is purple. Sigh. "None of us are girls."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 22, 2011 18:55:47 GMT -5
The drinks would probably fit the theme of the game, then.
Impactor shrugs. "I half suspect this whole 'female' thing is some sort of massive practical joke you're pulling on me, anyway, so it doesn't matter." Then he gestures. "You gotta go again. I'm on a dot." Perhaps Xaaron will get a chance to caught up? Probably not, considering Impactor had crossed the rainbow bridge on the last turn and thus was rather far ahead.
(This game's designers were probably playing a drinking game before creating it. Or a similar sort of game...)
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 23, 2011 12:19:47 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron pulls green and just misses the rainbow bridge shortcut. Tragedy! He assumes a wounded expression and places his hand over the nonexistent Autobot symbol on his chest, bewailing theatrically, "Impactor, you know it's not a prank with me unless there's a Sonic Deception Brigade, satellite intelligence, and at least a dozen facsimile constructs involved! Please, give me some credit, here."
Seriously, if Emirate Xaaron was going to prank Impactor, it would be over something better than the existence of females. (It would be, instead, to make Impactor think that Springer is female. That is clearly much better.)
"Orange is... categories. I don't even know what that means. Categories. What categories do you like, Impactor?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 23, 2011 20:59:35 GMT -5
Impactor frowns and picks up the alternate rules for himself, narrowing his optics in an attempt to read the poor handwriting.
(Presumably he got his language packs loaded early on in order to be able to read this.) "I think it says categories doubles. As in you've got to drink twice as much after you hit an orange?" He shrugs. That's as good an interpretation as any, as far as he's concerned. Especially because he has yet to actually get a drink himself.
He picks a blue, moves his little purple person, and peers at the special rules. "So we both get a drink now. Two drinks." He sets two up for Emirate Xaaron, and downs two himself. Then he grunts.
"A bit sweet."
His sense of taste is dulled, which is why it's only 'a bit.'
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 24, 2011 10:22:49 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron makes an expression like the cat that swallowed the canary when Impactor comments that the drinks are 'a bit sweet', but he doesn't say anything. He just dutifully drinks his drinks. Then Emirate Xaaron pulls, "Green. Player makes a rhyme."
What, does Emirate Xaaron look like Wheelie? He clear his throat and tries, "The clash of steel Sparks fly like stars Beneath the wheel Take back what's ours."
Shut up, battle poetry is totally legit.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 24, 2011 19:23:41 GMT -5
And then... Impactor draws a green! He narrows his optics in annoyance, once more considering the possibility that Emirate Xaaron stacked the deck.
"It's a crime to try to make me rhyme," he mutters and then, even though it isn't specified by the rules, he grabs a drink.
Looks like he's nearing the end, at least.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 24, 2011 22:15:54 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron pulls blue. Drinks for everyone! He will let Impactor pick his own. Emirate Xaaron picks up one of the delicate treats and giggles as he downs it. Oh dear. A slightly hyperactive Emirate Xaaron forcing him to play board games is just what Impactor wanted, isn't it?
He beams over at Impactor and reminds, since Impactor totally didn't just read the rules a minute ago, "Everyone drinks. Well. All the males."
Which they are.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 24, 2011 22:31:31 GMT -5
Impactor narrows one optic and widens the other, tilting his head slightly. "Did you just... giggle?" Once, he could let slip. But twice? Yeah, that's definitely qualifying as 'a bit strange.' Even if Emirate Xaaron does have a few drinks in him! He slams down another drink, just picking up whatever's nearest at hand, and draws another card. He draws an orange and moves his figure accordingly. "Okay. We drink twice as many now."
Impactor is reiterating that because Emirte Xaaron seems to be getting a bit dense in the head. Also, double the drinks is worth saying out loud, anyway.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 25, 2011 8:57:18 GMT -5
"Some of these are a bit... fizzy," Emirate Xaaron replies carefully, stifling another giggle. He points out, "You know, you're going to win this, now."
There is no combination of cards that Emirate Xaaron could draw and Impactor could draw that would lead to Emirate Xaaron winning now. He can see that already. The only way he could win is if Impactor passes out due to sheer shame of playing this game.
Emirate Xaaron draws anyway and pulls Red. He facepalms. "Make or break a rule. Hmm. Well, no, I just said you're going to win, so I won't rule that Impactors can't win. I'll play nice. I'll rule... Impactors are counted as girls for the purposes of this game."
There, Impactor will have to drink more!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 25, 2011 15:37:23 GMT -5
Impactor snorts. "I still ain't bothering with that scrap." Xaaron can call Impactor a girl if he wants to, but Impactor still won't acknowledge that girls even exist!
He looks at the board and then settles back into his berth. "If I've won, the game's over." That's pretty much how Full-Stasis works, after all: once the victor becomes inevitable, the game is done.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 25, 2011 21:50:25 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron narrows his optics and orders, "Just draw your cards, drink your drinks, and finish the game, Impactor."
Or Emirate Xaaron will let everyone know he house ruled Impactor into a little girl after Impactor scared away the real little girl. That's what a battle poet does! Ruins warriors' reputations, when he's piqued.
OOC: Probably wrap soon?
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 25, 2011 22:05:43 GMT -5
Impactor shrugs, reaching for the deck of cards. "Eh. If it involves more drinking, sure, why not?" he says, drawing a yellow. He smirks. "Two drinks, then." He lifts the next one.
OOC: Now seems as good an end point as any. Fade out to more candyland and more drinking!
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