SuperRPG (Bananas not Included)

Now where do we begin? One of the most difficult aspects of any story. Perhaps we begin with the best part! Skip right into the actions!!! But, I can't talk all about myself all day.

So what if we begin in the greatest place on these planets! A building brimming with stories, from ancient legends too blooming fables! A peculiar building filled with that unique musk, luring in all those who wish to fill themselves with the the wonders within.

A library, you say? Well then you're just wrong.

It's the Tavern. And a rather exciting one at that. As it's where our participants begin.

I suppose I better tell you how to partake. It's simple. You post. The more you tell me about yourself the better I can ruin your lives.
Want me to reveal more detail about the world? Then just ask me. Feel free to do meaningless small actions like requirements for ale or conversing with you're surrounding.
I will be making up all laws as I merrily hop around. And you will follow them.

Every two nights I will process your actions, in-between I will post updates on any details you ask for. All depend on how much I care. Along with fitting in new additions or just to torture you with mind numbing details or minor actions

So go ahead, post here. In character.

Silence, filled with a slight ringing. That's all I hear as I sit at the bar, staring into my empty glass. Though the tavern is full, people are cheery. They must be celebrating something. How could they celebrate on a night like tonight?

My curiosity gets the best of me.

"Barkeep. What is going on? The tavern is not usually this lively"

@secondpassing @aamirus

The slot temporary named "BananaCucho" has entered this legendary tale.

Shockingly, they've also earned their first trait! How, intelligent.
"BananaCucho" has earned the trait:

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Deaf
Unable to hear sounds, but their other sense are seemingly enhanced

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The barkeep moves over to "BananaCucho" ragged cloth in hand, unproductively wiping the wore down oak countertop
"Didn't you hear' The barkeep cordially replied "The Queen has finally been murdered" The barkeep pulls out a bottle and gestures towards "BananaCucho" as if asking if they require more

The barkeep is speaking to me. Good thing that even though I am deaf, I have the awesome ability to read lips, and can understand exactly what he's saying


"Delicious beer. The quail has finally been slaughtered"


The quail around these parts is pretty sparse ever since that horrible queen lifted the quail limit. It's been ages since I've had quail. And as a professional quail hunter who has had no luck in months, this yet another stab to the heart. I sigh, and extend my glass for the barkeep to fill it up. Just another thing to add to this shit sandwich of a day

"I guess that would makes me unwillingly retired. Barkeep, do you know of anyone who is looking for a hunter?"

It's 5am, I'm sitting at a tavern specifically for people like me. Oh no, my FM game is still going on but I'm partially quenched. I run outside to the free public sparkling water fountain that my precious city has given to it's peoples. Okay, now, back to my FM game, I must add my ideological two cents because of course I am the smartest. They didn't give me this purple title cause I was the most qualified or anything. I open my handy dandy laptop and set it on the table. Oh no, someone else has proper souding logic. MuSt DiScReDiT iT! Immediately I feel my small male organ increase to the size of a baby carrot. Ahhhhh, the sweet feeling of thinking I am the biggest shot in town.

The I enters the tavern_. The surroundings are surveyed_. Mentally[,] each of this tavern's collective members are noted_

The I does not see the target_. The tavern is exited_

the cloaked figure approaches the bar at the tavern hoping to get a strong drink, nervously hoping no one notices they are three dogs stacked on top of each other

As I down another drink, I turn and see 3 dogs stacked on top of each other. I think it may be time to head out.


*Try to stand*

The previously named "Mesk514" has barged in.
Their act has blessed them with the name MM. Which we all know stands for Mad Mesk.
And has earned the trait due to their inability to separate reality from fiction.

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Delusional
You see things that are not there... Yet you can also see things that are not there.

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The user now Officially named "The I" (Stealthbomber16) has brought much to this table.
Its a damn shame that their story is currently separate from the others.


The attendant with the temporary name "naz" has trotted in. WHOS A GOOD CLOCKED FIGURE?
Neverthe less. Its an Impressive feat and is naturally granted a trait.

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Acrobatics
Able to pull off amazing moves, you have increased balance, agility, and motor coordination.

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The Tavern is quickly filling to the brim with some of the most bizarre cast of misfits one has ever seen. I guess I should thank you, Sucks for you I don't listen to myself.

Large groups of the crowd quickly glance at the sudden performance of "MM". Most realise its only the city fool and go back to their drinks, whilst the remaining few watch her storm out, drink out of a puddle and storm back in speaking of the Mafia, bodyparts and vegetables.

The Barkeep pours "BananaCucho" a moderately cold beer into their dirty glass.
"If you want jobs, use the Job board next to the door" the Barkeeper informs, pointing towards the entrance. You can see a hint of annoyance their eyes.
The Job Board is filled with vast amounts of notices, requests and recruitment papers. But is unreadable from across the room at such the distance.
"BananaCucho" unfortunately could not remain civil, instead collapsing at the feeble attempt to stand up. Weather this is due to their Intoxication or the fact that 3 dogs had just turned up at the bar no one knows (Don't look at me I'm not a Doctor) "BananaCucho" finding themselves at the...paws of naz

The Barkeep draws their attention to naz, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they appear to be 3 dogs stacked on one another. Yet they instinctively pour out three glasses of Fairy Vodka leaving them ready to drink.

No one seemed to notice during this event that The I had managed to enter, and leave the tavern. In pursuit of their target they are now back out on the streets, in the pouring rain. They are going to need to do something or the weather is going to ruin their outfit and health.

Bar has booze and food.

Go to bar to obtain food to eat and booze to drink.

Food is good.

Booze is good.

Bar is good.
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Bar is loud.

Bar is smelly.

Bar is not very good.

Yet Bar has uses.

Bar is full of humans.

Humans seek things.

Things are interesting.
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Hear Boozetender mention "job board".

Jobs begets opportunity.

Opportunity begets things.

Things are useful.

Sometimes.


Approach job board, attempt to read.

As I walk back to the tavern, I start to feel woosy from the sparkling water fountain, or maybe it was the puddle water. All of the sudden, some random is attempting to narrate my life. They called me a she, which I found quite offensive as in this day and age, it's quite inappropriate to assume one's gender, however, I could understand why one would confused me for a female.
"The town fool is certainly what I may be but I am okay with that", I yell at the crowd of people.
"For I, am the head of the most popular forum website in all of the land. Contrary to what this figment narrator has said, my title clearly says my name is Marshmallow Marshall. Although, it wouldn't be the first time I've been deemed delusional, and maybe I am seeing things, but I'm pretty sure that's what it says." As I finished my speech I was practically standing on the table. Maybe my words came out wrong and it sounded like I was talking about vegetables, but that's what I meant.
To make myself feel better from my awkward outburst, I opened my computer once more and logged in my favorite website.

GIVE NEGATIVE REP TO ALL WHO SAY TOPKEK

Well. Here I am. On the sticky floor, at the paws of 3 dogs stacked on top of each other. How is this my life?

"If you wants jobs, get the jaws bound in the mouth of the boar", the barkeep told me. Boar hunting may seem to be a natural progression from quail hunting, but do I want to really spend the rest of my sad days this way?

As I lay on the floor, I notice an old acquaintance, Mad Mesk, is sitting at a table, tapping his fingers on his magic rock. The last time I saw Mad Mesk, things didn't end so well, I hope they don't notice me.

Near the door I notice a strange humanoid looking at a board. Maybe they can help me. I crawl over to them

Attempt to ask DWs character for work

Entering the Tavern, I see a lady standing on a table and drinking a liquid of a dubious color with one hand and holding her open laptop with the other, and laughing frantically. "Huh, this will surely be an interesting night", I tell myself, while ordering pineapple pizza with white chocolate. The bartender looks at me like I'm insane for some reason, and covers up a laugh. I don't really understand why he's doing that, and decide to carry on. I order the cheapest drink and sit where I can quietly observe the scene that so intrigued me when I entered this place.

After a while, my thoughts and my eyes wander and see someone with a strange look, almost as if he, or it?, were metallic. He... it... this is staring at a wall. I fugitively wonder what those drinks contain, but go back to enjoying my drink, which tastes rather good for such a cheap thing.

At the other end of the tavern, I notice three big, cute dogs piled on eachother for reasons unknown, and decide to go towards them...

Pats the dogs gently

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Human script unintelligible.

Don't understand symbols.

Never encountered in Wilds.

No need to learn in Wilds.

Human tribes different.

Understanding script essential.

Cannot return to Wilds.

Wilds is dangerous.

Too much risk.
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Sees man crawling.

Crawler approaches.

Crawler asks for work.

Crawler seems human.

Crawler likely knows script.

Crawler useful.

"Crawler will read human script, assist in human tribe, receive coin and defence in return."

Pulls out a handful of various coins from the rightmost pouch on hip, and gestures with the hand full of coin to Bananacucho's character, all four fingers splayed

"Read job board outloud, receive coin.
Stay with lizardman, receive protection, more coin"

As I crawl closer to the humanoid figure, their true form comes into focus. And they appear to be rather lizardlike

I shrug. By today's standard, this is the most normal thing I've seen yet. And... he has money...

He is saying something. I have no idea what that thing is. But he's gesturing towards the wall, where there appear to be scraps and bits of paper pegged to it. I guess he wants me to notice something that's on there?

Read random things from job board aloud

I stumble into the tavern, tripping multiple times and barely catching myself before ultimately smashing into the job board and knocking it over.

"Oopsie! Meesa Jar Jar Binks!" I say.

While the fallen board is hidden behind by my large, gangly frame, I discreetly wave my hand behind my back and the board silently stands back up.

upon the drink being placed in front of naz, the dog on top drops a few gold pieces onto the bar for payment and tip and begins to wag its tail as it pulls the first glass to the edge of the bar and licks slowly but messily from the fairy drink.

the middle dog begins to whine, waiting for its turn to be on top and drink from its glass.

the bottom dog RAPIDLY wags its tail when BananaCucho falls in front of them and instictively licks BananaCucho's hand.


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when the new stranger approaches, all three dogs begin to wag their tails - however, the dog on top is still polishing off its drink.

the dog on top does not turn to the new stranger, and doesn't skip a beat [Acrobatics] as the dog in the middle turns toward the new stranger and sniffs them from under the cloak, forming a wet spot where her nose hits.

@SuperJack

SuperBump

The cat enters the tavern. She shines with a certain beauty that catches many people's eyes and reminds of royalty. This is no normal cat.

It seems that time isn't as you expect in a world like these. Prepare for events to proceed. Watch out for those pocket lizards.

With a click, the door opens for a dark figure. From the clothing, one could assume she was still mourning and they would be correct, even as she does not wear a veil, but a blindfold. She never comes to places like these, and the last time she drowned herself in a drunken stupor she never could even find the doorway out.

Ha, she grimaces to herself, have I given myself over to narrating my own life in third person? I must be so detached that I cannot even recognize myself in my own body.

Aside from her blindfold, she is snug in a long black coat while long white hair drapes her face. With her head slightly bowed out of the rain, she steps through the doorway, only to abruptly stop— sensing a heat signature in front of her, one not tall enough to be a human. Catching her breath, she decides not to make a sound, unsure of what do do. So she pauses, a little ridiculously in front of the tavern doorway.

His goals led him to a shabby tavern. For his top secret mission to succeed he has had to pull out all the stops to remain undercover. He's unsure why it had to be this place but all the indications brought him here. To fully blend in he figured out exactly what he had to wear: A clown costume.

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