Shadows

Yep, Dark Shark and Sea Hawk for the ships. The ones that strike me as odd are "Governor Broadside's Boat" for 6245 Harbour Sentry, "Governor's Fort Sabre" for 6276 Eldorado Fortress and "Governor's Bastion" for 6265 Sabre Island. Honestly, the US names are much better in the long run.

*barely notices the apparent disagreement over who is to keep the knife as he thumbs through the bible, reading aloud occasionally* Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on his heads. I knew a woman like that once, redhead too.

Well, it's key checking time, let's all try unlocking that top drawer while I thumb through this bible to see if it contains anything important. Oh, and let's examine the ring for an inscription or other identifying marks.

Beautiful! It really has that old feel with the chrome, wooden ladders and shiny steel helmets. If LEGO decided to make a set where Indy was trapped in a tall building at Barnett College, these guys would come save him. *whispers to Sinner* Was that a subtle enough way to re-ask your question about fleshies without seeming obvious? YES! That's it exactly! It just needs one more fireman, hanging on with one hand as his legs wave behind him, or maybe dangling off the extended ladder out in mid-air!

Well... we all know where Dr. Phil is heading. Ah, now this is more like it. I think I'll just head over to the desk, flip on the lamp and take a seat in that very nice chair. Now, let's rifle through these drawers, check on all the various objects on the desk, look under, over and behind everything from the lamp to the desk itself, with all points covered inbetween. Yes, this is just the kind of environment for me to work in, hopefully we'll come up with some useful papers or fascinating bits of hidden intrigue. Sounds like a good place for our Professor to explore. In the meantime, perhaps one of you could check out that green book in the case to my right. Just looks a bit... out of place, to me.

Aw. I can't believe that old buzzard is still around causing trouble. Damn fine job!

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Holy crap, and just after I wrote a new chapter of EBRP in which you appear, after months of not writing (July, I think). Happy New Year, Staudie. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get an interview done one of these days and make up lines for you. Do good on those tests, you can't rely on your interviewing skills forever...

EB News Studios The first of January, 2110 As we join the scene, a pair of robotic ninjas have arrived, having been dispatched by a mysterious international conglomerate to pick up Staudie for yet another checkup. I believe his office is upstairs. I'm surprised they give him an office, considering. They don't know. How could they not? He's such an old model, he must be full of glitches. I suppose, but thus far, they haven't caught on. Oh, his name is on this door. The ninjas open the door, surprised at what lies inside. I can't believe it. Believe it. He's the so-called president of the studio now, but he's still working out of a closet? I'm not really surprised. So, why isn't he here? How should I know, do I look like his receptionist? Yeah, like he has one of those. Oh, right. Well, let's find him before something bad happens. Isn't that the whole point? Seriously, this stupid plan has been in effect for 103 years, isn't it about time for something to happen? I don't know, I'm just doing my job. I suggest you do yours and go find him while I look around here. Fine. Elsewhere in the studio. Where is Shadows? He's going to ruin the show worse than he-who-shall-not-be-spoken-of-aloud-without-fear-of-his-appearing-suddenly. You called? How do you still do that after all these years? You must be 150 by now! Your point? I don't know. This whole story has been confusing. Now it's the future, it was the past, it's been the present which isn't the present but the past now. I'm confused. You always have been. It's my faulty programming. Yeah, the shows around here are terrible. No, I mean... uh, yeah, that. The ninjas head toward the voices. Staudie detects their approach and runs like hell. Where are you going? They're coming! Who? THEM! I don't really know who THEM are... they are... whatever, but I'll admit, that sounds like a good reason to run. Hinckley and Staudie run like hell. The ninjas give chase. Excuse me! AAAAAAHHHHH!!! NOOOOOO!!! No more wipes, no more! Does this have anything to do with me? No. Stop bothering us. You bothered our predecessors and now you're in the way again. Your face bothered ... someone. Somehow. Pfft. That wasn't very good. I'm out of practice. Or, he is. *points at the camera* Right, it has been a while. Are you guys done yet? Sorry, forgot about you. Time for another checkup! I've annoyed another 100,000,000? Oh please, you were upgraded. You only get 1 trillion annoyance checkups now. What are you? Um... I'm, well... Hey guys, miss me? SHADOWS! SHADOWS! SHADOWS!!! The ninjas run like hell. That was odd. This whole episode, er, day, has been odd. It really has, and I'm not even sure it's my fault this time. No, it's him. Right, he's out of practice. Don't expect much, he isn't likely to get back in practice, he just felt the urge this time. It isn't turning out that well. I don't think it's terrible. No birds, though. Yeah, what happened to them? I don't know... It's like all this time has passed and I don't remember anything. You remember me, right? And me? Yes, of course I remember you two. I just don't know where the birds are. I fear they've entered a parallel universe, one in which I also exist, and that dual existence is clouding my ability to sense them presently. What the hell are you talking about? It's hard to explain... Dratos - A Large Manor House Present Day So, we've checked the woodwork, the chairs, Dr. Phil has climbed up and inspected yet another chandelier, what do we do now? We could move on to another room. Yes, I think that's a good idea. I have a key here, let's try it in that door. As you wish. Peter Crawford places his chunky key in the door lock and turns it, which produces a satisfying click. AHA! I knew I'd eventually find a door for this key. So, open it, already. Peter tries opening the door, which is now locked. You see, it was unlocked before, and you ... SHUT UP! Peter quickly unlocks the door again and the group heads into the next room. They are thoroughly shocked by what stands before them...

What's going on in here? The birds were supposed to be continuing their story, but it seems they've been off in some Mystery Manor and forgotten about the whole thing. What is the world coming to? I should try to figure out what my characters are doing and maybe do something more with them...

As I recall, the successful members of Baritones 1 were invited back for the glorious sequel, just not as our old characters. While this makes Ivan the sadness, he is understanding it and will be exciterated to see how his life has gone and I'll be thrilled to try my hand at a new one, if the offer still stands. If not, I'll cry. And Ivan will be the crying. Everyone... crying.

You, sir, have been blogged. It only seemed fitting to highlight all of the incredible effort, inspired building and ... My lovely Florence, she's alive! Shush, Ivan, I'm talking here. But she is the livings! Yes, Ivan, I see that. I am so the happiness! Yeah? Well, wait until you read what he says next. How are you knowing what he is going to be saying? I read ahead. You're sneakiness. Yes I am, Ivan, yes I am. Baritones? *spits* No no, The Baritones. It's that great story about how you saved the whole town of Moonlight from certain disaster. We had disaster. Lots of people dyinged. Then you saved them, so it's a happy ending. Well, I was havingses help and all. Yeah yeah, I know, but it was really all you. Florence, she was helping, bless her heart. And Darlene! She was the helping, too! Yes, I remember, when she wasn't killing random people. She have good heart. She try hard. I'm sure they were impressed. :skull: That CIA agent, he didn't help, but he was nice. Yeah, and things didn't turn out Grim for him. Grim? Oh! Haha, I am getting joke. Good thing someone is. Thanks for another fine episode, Hinck! You know I'm most looking forward to the return of Fabuland Housewives, but this has been an enjoyable series thus far, and only looks to keep getting better.

"Luke, tell uncle if he gets a translator to be sure it speaks Bocce..." I like it a lot! Now, I'd move the 1x1 headlight where the 1x1 round is and face it the other way to serve as the window. If only someone had built a micro Jabba's Barge...

Not much comment from me except 2 things. 1. This thread title needs fixing. Right now, they've quit their jobs to become professional leg(s). I keep imagining that's some form of Australian euphemism for prostitution, so I'm going to rename this thread. I'm helpful like that. 2. Start smaller or get a sponsor. If you want to sell to the public, aim for a more normal size. If you must build large, approach people who own large structures you could build and present a plan. You've skipped a vital step in this idea, though getting the word out is helpful. Good luck!

So he says, but as we learned in the game ... of life, you can't believe a damn word he says.

Utterly delightful. My current avatar approves completely.

Well, if we're going to stand around for a few more minutes, I'll check the paintings for name plates or artists signatures that might fit the bill.

*whispers* Oh look, the crazy PARANOID inquisitor is back... "Well, hello there, Fernando, why don't you come in and take a seat, you look tired from your travels." Fernando, looking relieved, takes a seat and begins to explain. "I ran as fast as I could, I didn't expect them to turn against me." "Of course not, I'm sure they all would have appreciated your efforts, if only they understood." "Yes, yes, that's it exactly!" Alexander reaches over and picks up a bottle, smashing it over Fernando's head with a crash, then ties up the unconscious inquisitor and drags him out to the town square. Sergio, diligently patrolling the town, hears the commotion and approaches Alexander, who quickly sends him back to ring the church bell and alert the town. The residents are surprised and slowly stumble out of their homes, wondering what could be happening in the middle of the night. "Good people of Azufre, it seems our Inquisitor has returned to us." The crowd boos and begins looking for things to throw. "Stone him!", exclaims Joan. "Now now, that isn't a very Godly response, and we're all out of stones. Er, I mean... we are good people and this town will not resort to evil." "So what shall we do with him, he has wronged this town and it's people and cost many good people their lives?" yells Philip. "That is quite true, Philip, and our recourse is clear. According to the scriptures, it would be only fair to exact the same punishment he caused himself, so it is with that in mind that I'm going to return the favour he brought to us." Alexander pulls out a book, the Inquisitor's book, and begins paging through it. "Oh my, this is bad... yes, very bad... it seems the Inquisitor is a witch. What do we do to witches?" "BURN HIM!" cries out the crowd in unison. "So it was, so shall it be. Would someone fetch me a torch?" "Allow me, I'll donate one from my store," offers Mustafa. "There's a good lad, your donation is duly noted. Maybe you could put one of those witches hats on him, too?" Everyone chuckles, a bit uncomfortably. The night was cold and crisp, but the good people of Azufre basked in the warm glow of a roaring fire, cleansing their town of the evil that once plagued it. They would never again speak of this night, nor would they forget.

East for me! We've been told that there is something of interest to the east, and this might be the way to get to it! Plus, I think I smell booze off in that direction, though I'm not sure how... You sure that's him? Yeah, Aluvar said so. Let's just keep watching him and see what happens. Ok. At least he doesn't have that stupid sidekick this generation. Stutter! Close enough. I'm hearing those voices again. Let's go before my buzz completely wears off, please.

No. Ok, fine, you may ask. What? You already did? It's just an adjustment to free up server load for more important things like our plans for world domination. As it is, EB has been growing by leaps and bounds. While it was already a popular site, we've been seeing great increases in traffic and membership, so anything we can do to make that a little smoother is for the best. As for the search, it isn't a widely used feature (as evidenced by the lack of people complaining about the change, except you, of course... ) Honestly, the staff used it more than anyone, and we haven't been inconvenienced by it's adjustment. For more details, you might read through this thread. I might merge this into that one eventually.

Yes. Yes. And ... yes! It's just a test, pay no attention to it.

My drunkenness, having lost it's pleasant edge, leads me to try to kick the m$#%&$ f#%#$#' door down. I suspect I've just fallen down the stairs and provided the room with a full list of potential four letter words for the safe combination. I sincerely expect we'll find something like that on a piece of paper, as opposed to it being an actual item that is meant to remind the owner of the combination. Perhaps there is a piece of paper in one of the record sleeves or somewhere amongst the albums?

Sounds good. Let's take it bit by bit. The first thing we know is that Chester ordered the staff to prepare and serve dinner by a set time and then leave, we have that documented in his note. From the look of the dining room, that occurred.

Huh? What was that about a tramp? Oh, it's only you again. Say, these lads were telling me the most delightfully interesting stories about some Aluvar fellow and all sorts of rot and nonsense that made it sound like you're hundreds of years old or something. I think they've been nipping at the same stuff as our good Dr. Phil, but they are rather convincing. Tell him, Bluervo. Bluervo? Pinky! Come right out here, no playing games! I... hmpf. Well, they were here a minute ago, I'm sure someone else saw them... Anyone? So, how about we get back to the business at hand then, enough chit chat! Uh... why don't we head on up to that door above the stairs and see where it leads us? If it's locked, I've got a key to try!

It seems like only yesterday that we ended this. Explains one of Charles' recent titles. We never did determine if you could float on water... It would have normally, but we had one bigger enemy to deal with, ourselves, but not in the way you intended. We were so caught up in the game concept that we couldn't imagine you taking such liberties with traditional mafia structure. I'm sure it will become a more common practice as these games evolve, but it was a first for all of us, I dare say. I did mention that early on, to the point of proposing that there were no witches, but again, the game concept overrode that logic and we kept killing. Are you sure he wasn't a witch? Maybe he had you fooled too... And wearer of too much lipstick. Oh, I bet you did. Fine. It was fun. Sometimes.