NowYou'rePlayingWithPower
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@7704A
Like many "mornings" you find yourself staring into the mirror for what seems like eternity. "Hello? Hello?! DUDE?! Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!!! Snapping out of it you look over to the left and realize that your roommate is sitting on the toilet. Backing out as quickly as possible, your peripheral catches a glimpse of your roommate's phone.
Double taking you realize that he is chatting with your now ex, seeing that is her... nude photo... on his screen. You die of dysentery ...you say in your mind as you put a hex on your roommate.
Despite your shock, you're still not really awake enough to handle the situation. So, you head back to bed. Unfortunately, your shock overwhelmed your need to relieve yourself before you went back to bed. You awake wallowing in your own filth. -5 Charisma. Glancing at your alarm clock you realize that it's just after 10am. Off to the shower. +5 Soberness.
You skip your otherwise usual morning routine (sans a beer, of course. -5 Soberness, + 5 Charisma), as you still aren't in the mood to confront your roommate. Leaving your home you notice what appears to be a guitar amp sitting outside on the curb in front of your neighbor's home.
Looking it over you figure that it must be broken given it's beat up condition. Why else would it be here? You ask yourself. Standing behind you; The trash collector is waiting for you to make up your mind. As you start to walk away, a siren's voice asks "Do you play?" You look back to the trash collector tossing the amp into the compactor, and a woman standing in the doorway of the home next door...
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@Monkey Man @JustinCorrigible
"Beer? Tainted brownies? Bag of green mushrooms? Sunny Eb?" You wonder aloud while looking through your otherwise empty fridge. "Why not all?" Your roommate says. "We have a blender." You agree, seeing as there's not much else going on in your day.
"Down the hatch!" As your roommate fills the funnel with the sludge that came from your blender. "This shit is disgusting," gagging your words out. "Your turn!" Looking to your roommate barely noticing they're already pulling it from your hands, ready to go.
Hours go by. Video games and old vhs porn, mostly. "Shit! I almost forgot!" Your roommate blurts out. "I have a date, tonight! In like an hour!" Puzzled, you look at them and wonder who they could have met, since they never seem to leave the house. "Mail order or your sister?" You jokingly ask. "Oh, it's nothing," He responds. "Just a girl I met at the comic shop. You wouldn't like her. She's kind of boring."
Your roommate leaves just in time for the Flash Gordon marathon and an all-nighter of internet trolling. You could be learning to play that new instrument to prepare for your future career, but hey; "it's not going anywhere," you say to yourself.
You awake to your alarm clock, orange fingers and covered in crumbs. It's 3pm. You hammer out your usual routine. "It's kind of musky in here," you realize after your shower. You decide to take in some fresh air and check the mail. "Hey, I don't think we've met before." You look over to the neighboring house and see a woman standing in the doorway...
+1 Life from consumption of green mushrooms (your character will be spared in the event of one future wrong decision that would otherwise lead to death)
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@sondoke @Techdeth
"It's too fucking early," You say to yourself. Back to dreamland...
The next day. 4am. Earth. You awaken much earlier than usual to what sounds like your roommate getting it on with a sasquatch. Surprised that he's being intimate with anyone but himself you think "If he's going to make noise, than so am I". You reach for your pawn find and computer to research some basic skills and practice for a few hours.
Or at least that was your goal before coming to find that your fingers hurt barely a few minutes into the routine. Determined, you push a little further until you can repeat the simple pattern from memory a few times. Not quite the hours you had hoped for, but you're on your way to rock god, you think to yourself.
A bit hungry you head to the kitchen for an early breakfast. You notice your ex girlfriend's bra laying on the couch on the way to the fridge. Not sure whether to be sad or angry from the recent breakup, you pick it up and toss it into the overflowing trash. A couple beers later have you back to dreamland for a few more hours.
10am, Earth. You wake up to the sound of the front door closing. A stretch and off to the kitchen for a beer. Strangely, the bra on the trash pile is gone, but you just pass it off as your pervert roommate's doing. Out of beer. Better make a run to the store.
As you head outside you notice a woman walking with what looks like a guitar amp over to you. "Hey, I was about to throw this away," she says, "but I heard what sounded like you playing earlier and thought it might be of some use to you. Did you want it before I set it to the curb?" Like a deer in headlights, you don't know what to say.
Despite it's battered condition, you decide that don't want to offend her. So, you take it off of her hands. "Sure, yeah I play," you stutter out to her. "Really?! So, that was you I heard earlier?" she responds. "Yep, been playing for a minute," you say as if trying to impress her. "Oh, well you must have still been half asleep," she quips. "I'm just joking," she says to your embarrassment.
"Anyways, would you be interested in this other gear I have laying around? My ex left it all behind a few years ago, so it's going to the trash if not to you," she offers. You look back to thank her one last time as you leave her home with the new treasures. She is standing in the doorway...
+1 Battle Worn Thomas the Traincrash guitar amplifier.
+1 Tube Howler pedal.
+1 Cal Leonardo manuscript book with what appears to be an instrument solo written in it.
Good thing it's tablature.
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@311splawndude @japetus @Smashedguitaris⸸ @DanTravis62 @MadAsAHatter @VonBonfire
You step outside, and you get real high. Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the fence screams out at the top of her lungs "What's going on!?" You start coughing intensely while trying to make your way back into the house. Unfortunately, you realize that you locked yourself out.
"Those are some cute briefs," the same voice calls out from behind you. "I wasn't aware that He-Man was still popular?" she laughs. "They're actually Flash Gordon," you respond, attempting to hide your embarrassment while turning towards her.
"So, do you usually try and break into people's homes in your underwear or is this a new thing for you?... Hello?" Stunned by the event and the beauty before your eyes, you just stand there awkwardly. -5 Charisma
"Okay, well if you're locked out and need some pants, I actually happen to have some laying around that my ex left behind," she says. "He was a little bigger than you, but they should fit." You really don't know what she meant by that seeing that you're standing there in your underwear. -5 Charisma. It's cold outside. +5 flaccid nature, -10 Charisma.
You just nod your head in acceptance of her offer. While you could simply have knocked on the front door to have your roommate let you in, you didn't want to pass on whatever opportunity could come of this. You embrace the warmth of her home.
-5 flaccid nature, +10 Charisma
"I was going to throw these out," she says as the tan grandpa pants fly into your direction. You put them on one leg at a time like most mortals. You notice the size of the pants are a little too big, alleviating your earlier fears of inadequacy. +5 Charisma. In the corner of your eye you notice what appears to be a guitar amp.
"Do you play?" You ask while trying to contain your excitement (see; package) to the thought. "No," she responds. "It belonged to me ex. Seeing that he left it here two years ago, it's going to the curb tomorrow.
11:15am. The next day. Earth. "I see that you play. You could have just taken it yesterday," your neighbor says to you as she sees you lifting up the amp to carry it away (after doing online research the night before). You look back to see her standing in the doorway...
+1 Battle Worn Thomas the Traincrash guitar amplifier.
Like many "mornings" you find yourself staring into the mirror for what seems like eternity. "Hello? Hello?! DUDE?! Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!!! Snapping out of it you look over to the left and realize that your roommate is sitting on the toilet. Backing out as quickly as possible, your peripheral catches a glimpse of your roommate's phone.
Double taking you realize that he is chatting with your now ex, seeing that is her... nude photo... on his screen. You die of dysentery ...you say in your mind as you put a hex on your roommate.
Despite your shock, you're still not really awake enough to handle the situation. So, you head back to bed. Unfortunately, your shock overwhelmed your need to relieve yourself before you went back to bed. You awake wallowing in your own filth. -5 Charisma. Glancing at your alarm clock you realize that it's just after 10am. Off to the shower. +5 Soberness.
You skip your otherwise usual morning routine (sans a beer, of course. -5 Soberness, + 5 Charisma), as you still aren't in the mood to confront your roommate. Leaving your home you notice what appears to be a guitar amp sitting outside on the curb in front of your neighbor's home.
Looking it over you figure that it must be broken given it's beat up condition. Why else would it be here? You ask yourself. Standing behind you; The trash collector is waiting for you to make up your mind. As you start to walk away, a siren's voice asks "Do you play?" You look back to the trash collector tossing the amp into the compactor, and a woman standing in the doorway of the home next door...
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@Monkey Man @JustinCorrigible
"Beer? Tainted brownies? Bag of green mushrooms? Sunny Eb?" You wonder aloud while looking through your otherwise empty fridge. "Why not all?" Your roommate says. "We have a blender." You agree, seeing as there's not much else going on in your day.
"Down the hatch!" As your roommate fills the funnel with the sludge that came from your blender. "This shit is disgusting," gagging your words out. "Your turn!" Looking to your roommate barely noticing they're already pulling it from your hands, ready to go.
Hours go by. Video games and old vhs porn, mostly. "Shit! I almost forgot!" Your roommate blurts out. "I have a date, tonight! In like an hour!" Puzzled, you look at them and wonder who they could have met, since they never seem to leave the house. "Mail order or your sister?" You jokingly ask. "Oh, it's nothing," He responds. "Just a girl I met at the comic shop. You wouldn't like her. She's kind of boring."
Your roommate leaves just in time for the Flash Gordon marathon and an all-nighter of internet trolling. You could be learning to play that new instrument to prepare for your future career, but hey; "it's not going anywhere," you say to yourself.
You awake to your alarm clock, orange fingers and covered in crumbs. It's 3pm. You hammer out your usual routine. "It's kind of musky in here," you realize after your shower. You decide to take in some fresh air and check the mail. "Hey, I don't think we've met before." You look over to the neighboring house and see a woman standing in the doorway...
+1 Life from consumption of green mushrooms (your character will be spared in the event of one future wrong decision that would otherwise lead to death)
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@sondoke @Techdeth
"It's too fucking early," You say to yourself. Back to dreamland...
The next day. 4am. Earth. You awaken much earlier than usual to what sounds like your roommate getting it on with a sasquatch. Surprised that he's being intimate with anyone but himself you think "If he's going to make noise, than so am I". You reach for your pawn find and computer to research some basic skills and practice for a few hours.
Or at least that was your goal before coming to find that your fingers hurt barely a few minutes into the routine. Determined, you push a little further until you can repeat the simple pattern from memory a few times. Not quite the hours you had hoped for, but you're on your way to rock god, you think to yourself.
A bit hungry you head to the kitchen for an early breakfast. You notice your ex girlfriend's bra laying on the couch on the way to the fridge. Not sure whether to be sad or angry from the recent breakup, you pick it up and toss it into the overflowing trash. A couple beers later have you back to dreamland for a few more hours.
10am, Earth. You wake up to the sound of the front door closing. A stretch and off to the kitchen for a beer. Strangely, the bra on the trash pile is gone, but you just pass it off as your pervert roommate's doing. Out of beer. Better make a run to the store.
As you head outside you notice a woman walking with what looks like a guitar amp over to you. "Hey, I was about to throw this away," she says, "but I heard what sounded like you playing earlier and thought it might be of some use to you. Did you want it before I set it to the curb?" Like a deer in headlights, you don't know what to say.
Despite it's battered condition, you decide that don't want to offend her. So, you take it off of her hands. "Sure, yeah I play," you stutter out to her. "Really?! So, that was you I heard earlier?" she responds. "Yep, been playing for a minute," you say as if trying to impress her. "Oh, well you must have still been half asleep," she quips. "I'm just joking," she says to your embarrassment.
"Anyways, would you be interested in this other gear I have laying around? My ex left it all behind a few years ago, so it's going to the trash if not to you," she offers. You look back to thank her one last time as you leave her home with the new treasures. She is standing in the doorway...
+1 Battle Worn Thomas the Traincrash guitar amplifier.
+1 Tube Howler pedal.
+1 Cal Leonardo manuscript book with what appears to be an instrument solo written in it.
Good thing it's tablature.
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@311splawndude @japetus @Smashedguitaris⸸ @DanTravis62 @MadAsAHatter @VonBonfire
You step outside, and you get real high. Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the fence screams out at the top of her lungs "What's going on!?" You start coughing intensely while trying to make your way back into the house. Unfortunately, you realize that you locked yourself out.
"Those are some cute briefs," the same voice calls out from behind you. "I wasn't aware that He-Man was still popular?" she laughs. "They're actually Flash Gordon," you respond, attempting to hide your embarrassment while turning towards her.
"So, do you usually try and break into people's homes in your underwear or is this a new thing for you?... Hello?" Stunned by the event and the beauty before your eyes, you just stand there awkwardly. -5 Charisma
"Okay, well if you're locked out and need some pants, I actually happen to have some laying around that my ex left behind," she says. "He was a little bigger than you, but they should fit." You really don't know what she meant by that seeing that you're standing there in your underwear. -5 Charisma. It's cold outside. +5 flaccid nature, -10 Charisma.
You just nod your head in acceptance of her offer. While you could simply have knocked on the front door to have your roommate let you in, you didn't want to pass on whatever opportunity could come of this. You embrace the warmth of her home.
-5 flaccid nature, +10 Charisma
"I was going to throw these out," she says as the tan grandpa pants fly into your direction. You put them on one leg at a time like most mortals. You notice the size of the pants are a little too big, alleviating your earlier fears of inadequacy. +5 Charisma. In the corner of your eye you notice what appears to be a guitar amp.
"Do you play?" You ask while trying to contain your excitement (see; package) to the thought. "No," she responds. "It belonged to me ex. Seeing that he left it here two years ago, it's going to the curb tomorrow.
11:15am. The next day. Earth. "I see that you play. You could have just taken it yesterday," your neighbor says to you as she sees you lifting up the amp to carry it away (after doing online research the night before). You look back to see her standing in the doorway...
+1 Battle Worn Thomas the Traincrash guitar amplifier.
