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I am sad to note the departure of Dr. Lecter from VO. The events that prompted me to write Operation Toasted Marshmallow were some of the most fun I have had since joining the game. I very much enjoyed his character and the guy who played him. I hope he pops back in from the Void to visit us again.
Holdan, things like the combat xp thing happen from time to time as the game evolves. When the current set of trade missions first came out, they gave an insane amount of trade xp for an hour or two until the devs shut it down. At the time, I thought it was a big deal. Now that I'm staring at over 900,000 xp to make my next level, I'm not so sure. Take a few days off and then come back and play.
Seraph, I am really enjoying your additions to this thread, and am glad to hear that you have more in store. Dr. Lecter's revelation of his secret roid sector has thrown my story arc for a loop, so please keep it up.
And LeberMac -- I snuck that tequila invoice past Gaird. He signed it without looking.
dbradhud -- the guy that pretends to be Broma-Ba Slick
Holdan, things like the combat xp thing happen from time to time as the game evolves. When the current set of trade missions first came out, they gave an insane amount of trade xp for an hour or two until the devs shut it down. At the time, I thought it was a big deal. Now that I'm staring at over 900,000 xp to make my next level, I'm not so sure. Take a few days off and then come back and play.
Seraph, I am really enjoying your additions to this thread, and am glad to hear that you have more in store. Dr. Lecter's revelation of his secret roid sector has thrown my story arc for a loop, so please keep it up.
And LeberMac -- I snuck that tequila invoice past Gaird. He signed it without looking.
dbradhud -- the guy that pretends to be Broma-Ba Slick
i have scanned and testmined every singel friickin' roid in P6, and there's nothing like what lector said!!!!! If he ever comes back, I'll kill him for my lost time And there's no roid, so what about the bounty?!!?
Hehe. That sounds like Lecter.
absolutely wonderful reading here peeps.
I am actually kind of upset that it seems at an end. It was becoming quite the tale.
Perhaps we need to expand on this in another thread mentioning to leave all un-rp'd comments out so that it is a clean story like the whole first page!
p.s. Broma, I know of a few large helio roids in helios, i'll make my way back to me ol roid farm and see if I can find one over 80%, I know she's there! Is the bounty still available?
perhaps jsat8219 DID find the roid and wants it to himself...
kernel.panic
I am actually kind of upset that it seems at an end. It was becoming quite the tale.
Perhaps we need to expand on this in another thread mentioning to leave all un-rp'd comments out so that it is a clean story like the whole first page!
p.s. Broma, I know of a few large helio roids in helios, i'll make my way back to me ol roid farm and see if I can find one over 80%, I know she's there! Is the bounty still available?
perhaps jsat8219 DID find the roid and wants it to himself...
kernel.panic
kernel.panic. I'm working on some ideas to continue the story. I think Seraph has some too. The bounty is still unclaimed and available. And anyone who trusts information from Dr. Lecter about the location of his roid needs to go back and read Red Dragon.
I do have more ideas, and I do plan to finish off my part of the story—if not the whole thing, if no one else contributes. So just sit tight.
One thing that WAS interesting: I had no idea this story was paralleling things actually going on in the game (to a point).
One thing that WAS interesting: I had no idea this story was paralleling things actually going on in the game (to a point).
/me slaps Seraph. Wake up! Pay attention!
Hehe. 'cause I know you won't slap me back. Nonviolence!
Hehe. 'cause I know you won't slap me back. Nonviolence!
If Lecter knew that all those 4.3 million credits was going to [IA], I think that he would have looked around for different people to give it too. :P
/me wonders if Seraph has passed out?
[edit] leber, thanks for the vodka...
Stukov
/me wonders if Seraph has passed out?
[edit] leber, thanks for the vodka...
Stukov
Hehe. Yes, The Itani Alliance thanks Dr. Lecter for his generous donation of 4.3 million credits. We thank our new [IA] member Stukov more, though.
I love it. Hehe.
I love it. Hehe.
Will you ask [SCAR] to buy some more dresses with the cash you give them?
With the new bp missions, anything is petty cash...
[IA], GET OUT THERE AND EARN SOME MONEY! :P
[IA], GET OUT THERE AND EARN SOME MONEY! :P
How did we get the money!?
Well, if you are talking about lecters 4.3 mil, he gave it to me while I was in the BP staion, 'cause I was the only one around
by the way, lecter, are you still going to post on the boards?
Stukov
by the way, lecter, are you still going to post on the boards?
Stukov
No, I haven't passed out, but I'm currently in client-needs-this-now mode. Even my personal writing has gotten thrown out the window, which I was hardly planning on for this summer.
I've kind of downgraded to lurker in terms of forums now. But I do plan to finish the story. I'm not going to leave the readers hanging… even if it takes me five weeks to finish it. (Read the Eo's Path thread in general, and you'll see I'll be gone for awhile)
But as for storytelling itself, and to fill all your hungry reading minds while Toasted Marshmallow progresses, you need to check THIS:
http://www.brokensaints.com
Apocolyptic, Scifi set in modern times. This thing will blow you away, and I don't care if you like anime or not (which it hardly is). They're keeping the pre-DVD version on the Classic site (don't skip the intro, BTW ^_~), but i'll get the DVD someday. It's a flash-driven epic with good writing, good illustration, a killer story, and a Sundance award to prove it. It kept me headphones on, lights off, and glued to my screen many a night for many months (and if you're smart, you'll start at the beginning).
Word is bond, as they say. ;)
I've kind of downgraded to lurker in terms of forums now. But I do plan to finish the story. I'm not going to leave the readers hanging… even if it takes me five weeks to finish it. (Read the Eo's Path thread in general, and you'll see I'll be gone for awhile)
But as for storytelling itself, and to fill all your hungry reading minds while Toasted Marshmallow progresses, you need to check THIS:
http://www.brokensaints.com
Apocolyptic, Scifi set in modern times. This thing will blow you away, and I don't care if you like anime or not (which it hardly is). They're keeping the pre-DVD version on the Classic site (don't skip the intro, BTW ^_~), but i'll get the DVD someday. It's a flash-driven epic with good writing, good illustration, a killer story, and a Sundance award to prove it. It kept me headphones on, lights off, and glued to my screen many a night for many months (and if you're smart, you'll start at the beginning).
Word is bond, as they say. ;)
-_- har har har.
However, you don't know how right you are....
([IA] has the hotties, but don't thats not me)
However, you don't know how right you are....
([IA] has the hotties, but don't thats not me)
I'm too sexy for my Valk.
(The tequila has got to him)
She thinks my Prom is sexy.
Broma-Ba Slick carefully measured and remeasured the two stacks of paper on his desk. In the left stack were reports of sightings of Dr. Lecter from the past two weeks. In the right, reports of Elvis sightings. The King was winning, but just by the length of the nap on his blue suede shoes.
Broma’s million-credit bounty had succeeded at only one thing: elevating Dr. Lecter from an obscure psycho Serco into a galaxy-wide urban legend. Lecter sightings were pouring in from Deneb to Odia to Helios. The tabs were especially consumed with the good doctor. “I am Lecter’s Love Child” – Dau Daily News. “Scientist Proclaims Lecter is Bigfoot” -- Pelatus Planet. “I Lost 200 Lbs. On The Dr. Lecter Diet” – Washington Post.
And Broma’s sources had been of no help. LeberMac had sent over a bunch of definitions of “void,” presumably generated by Deep Blue. For 20 billion credits, it looked like IA had built itself a giant combination dictionary and paperweight.
Broma reached for his ruler to measure the stacks one last time, when a shadow fell over his desk. “Broma,” growled the commander. “Give me an update on the Lecter situation.”
“Update?” Broma’s six functioning neurons fled in terror. “Situation?”
“Yes, Broma. Have we located target DLSR?”
“DLSR?” Broma had long ago discovered that, by merely repeating parts of the previous sentence as questions, the other person would eventually fill him in on whatever it was he was supposed to know something about.
“DLSR – Dr. Lecter’s Secret Roid. Great acronym. ViciousNanite came up with it."
ViciousNanite, TGFT’s senior lieutenant, was always better at that acronym stuff. Broma had been banned from creating acronyms after the unfortunate incident with the New, Improved Multitasking Remotely Operated Database.
“We haven’t found it sir. In fact, despite hundreds of reported Dr. Lecter sightings, we don’t have one reliable report. All but six were induced by ingestion of controlled substances. Four were actually mistaken identification of the planet Helios 2.”
“And the other two?”
“Swamp gas. I’m convinced that Dr. Lecter has left the known universe and that his disappearance has something to do with this ‘Void’ that everyone keeps capitalizing.”
Gaird grinned. Broma knew this was a bad sign. “Then how do you explain Obsidian?”
“Sir, I never, ever try to explain Obsidian.”
“Well, she reported that Dr. Lecter shot up her moth several days ago.”
Broma paused. This new information didn’t really fit well with the whole Dr. Lecter gone from the universe thing. “Well, sir, Obsidian has been working awfully hard, what with that whole UIT other job thingie she does. Maybe it was Dr. Lacter, or Dr. Lector, or one of the other Dr. Lecter wannabees.”
Broma heard the distinct sound of throat-clearing behind him. “I know what I saw,” said an obviously annoyed Obsidian. “And I need the samo back.”
Gaird stopped grinning. “Broma, if Obsidian says Dr. Lecter shot up her moth, then Dr. Lecter shot up her moth. I want you to devote all resources to finding Dr. Lecter and figuring out what this Void thing means.”
“Yessir.” Broma saluted. Unfortunately, the gesture was so unnatural to him, he poked his thumb in his left eye.
“And Broma, I deducted that tequila invoice from your paycheck.”
Broma’s million-credit bounty had succeeded at only one thing: elevating Dr. Lecter from an obscure psycho Serco into a galaxy-wide urban legend. Lecter sightings were pouring in from Deneb to Odia to Helios. The tabs were especially consumed with the good doctor. “I am Lecter’s Love Child” – Dau Daily News. “Scientist Proclaims Lecter is Bigfoot” -- Pelatus Planet. “I Lost 200 Lbs. On The Dr. Lecter Diet” – Washington Post.
And Broma’s sources had been of no help. LeberMac had sent over a bunch of definitions of “void,” presumably generated by Deep Blue. For 20 billion credits, it looked like IA had built itself a giant combination dictionary and paperweight.
Broma reached for his ruler to measure the stacks one last time, when a shadow fell over his desk. “Broma,” growled the commander. “Give me an update on the Lecter situation.”
“Update?” Broma’s six functioning neurons fled in terror. “Situation?”
“Yes, Broma. Have we located target DLSR?”
“DLSR?” Broma had long ago discovered that, by merely repeating parts of the previous sentence as questions, the other person would eventually fill him in on whatever it was he was supposed to know something about.
“DLSR – Dr. Lecter’s Secret Roid. Great acronym. ViciousNanite came up with it."
ViciousNanite, TGFT’s senior lieutenant, was always better at that acronym stuff. Broma had been banned from creating acronyms after the unfortunate incident with the New, Improved Multitasking Remotely Operated Database.
“We haven’t found it sir. In fact, despite hundreds of reported Dr. Lecter sightings, we don’t have one reliable report. All but six were induced by ingestion of controlled substances. Four were actually mistaken identification of the planet Helios 2.”
“And the other two?”
“Swamp gas. I’m convinced that Dr. Lecter has left the known universe and that his disappearance has something to do with this ‘Void’ that everyone keeps capitalizing.”
Gaird grinned. Broma knew this was a bad sign. “Then how do you explain Obsidian?”
“Sir, I never, ever try to explain Obsidian.”
“Well, she reported that Dr. Lecter shot up her moth several days ago.”
Broma paused. This new information didn’t really fit well with the whole Dr. Lecter gone from the universe thing. “Well, sir, Obsidian has been working awfully hard, what with that whole UIT other job thingie she does. Maybe it was Dr. Lacter, or Dr. Lector, or one of the other Dr. Lecter wannabees.”
Broma heard the distinct sound of throat-clearing behind him. “I know what I saw,” said an obviously annoyed Obsidian. “And I need the samo back.”
Gaird stopped grinning. “Broma, if Obsidian says Dr. Lecter shot up her moth, then Dr. Lecter shot up her moth. I want you to devote all resources to finding Dr. Lecter and figuring out what this Void thing means.”
“Yessir.” Broma saluted. Unfortunately, the gesture was so unnatural to him, he poked his thumb in his left eye.
“And Broma, I deducted that tequila invoice from your paycheck.”
LeberMac savored his tequila as he watched the scene unfold in Broma's office from 12 systems away. He was able to do this due to a design flaw in the N.I.M.R.O.D. (New, Improved Multitasking Remotely Operated Database) that allowed remote access to local devices, including at this time LeberMac's invisi-cam mounted to the exterior hull of the station. TGFT security had been tightened recently; apparently everywhere except Broma's office. LeberMac panned the invisi-cam around past the wildly gesturing Gaird to the unopened box on the floor of Broma-Ba-Slick's office where the new, uninstalled security countermeasures device sat. He gave Broma another 2 weeks before he would notice it.
LeberMac almost spit out the tequila when Broma nearly poked out his left eye, but was able to contain himself and wait until the other members left the room. Luckily his invisi-cam was the new model with the vocalization feature. He waited until it appeared that Broma had relaxed a bit.
"Broma!" he shouted.
Broma-Ba Slick bolted out of his chair, rolled around on the floor as if trying to escape from rabid weasels, and hid under his desk.
"Broma. Get out from under the desk. I have information on Lecter for you."
Broma made a show of looking for a lost pen under his desk, composed himself, and then sat back up in the chair.
"Yes?" he replied tenatively, looking around for the voice.
"Broma, Lecter is back. Apparently he was joking about the whole departure thing. He is expected in Deneb, or perhaps lying in wait for Itani n00bs near Divinia."
"Urm... Divinia?" Broma asked, using his usual tactic of repeating parts of previous sentences.
"Yes. Oh, and there IS no DLSR. So stop looking for it. Your bounty is getting stupid miners killed by Hive bots."
"Hive Bots?" Broma asked, still attempting to figure out where the voice was coming from.
"Yes. Oh, and install your security device, Broma." LeberMac said flatly. "You never know who is listening." LeberMac terminated the connection and went about his business of scanning Pherona for decent asteroids.
Broma noticed the security countermeasures device and wondered how long it had been there.
LeberMac almost spit out the tequila when Broma nearly poked out his left eye, but was able to contain himself and wait until the other members left the room. Luckily his invisi-cam was the new model with the vocalization feature. He waited until it appeared that Broma had relaxed a bit.
"Broma!" he shouted.
Broma-Ba Slick bolted out of his chair, rolled around on the floor as if trying to escape from rabid weasels, and hid under his desk.
"Broma. Get out from under the desk. I have information on Lecter for you."
Broma made a show of looking for a lost pen under his desk, composed himself, and then sat back up in the chair.
"Yes?" he replied tenatively, looking around for the voice.
"Broma, Lecter is back. Apparently he was joking about the whole departure thing. He is expected in Deneb, or perhaps lying in wait for Itani n00bs near Divinia."
"Urm... Divinia?" Broma asked, using his usual tactic of repeating parts of previous sentences.
"Yes. Oh, and there IS no DLSR. So stop looking for it. Your bounty is getting stupid miners killed by Hive bots."
"Hive Bots?" Broma asked, still attempting to figure out where the voice was coming from.
"Yes. Oh, and install your security device, Broma." LeberMac said flatly. "You never know who is listening." LeberMac terminated the connection and went about his business of scanning Pherona for decent asteroids.
Broma noticed the security countermeasures device and wondered how long it had been there.