Michael MacFarlane
Unwitting troll accomplice
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You're pretty sure that's how you got into this predicament to begin with. You resolve never to sleep again.
You pick up the dragonbones from your coffee table and painstakingly craft a dragonbone greatsword. Perfectly balanced, razor-sharp, and inlaid with ancient runes of almost unthinkable arcane power, this is truly a weapon worthy of the greatest of warriors.
You have gained one Adventure Point. Total Adventure Points: 2
You put the dragonbone greatsword in the oven and shut the door. You're too busy right now to worry about whether the relative dimensions of the greatsword and the oven make this impossible.
Your phone beeps. It looks like whoever called earlier left a voicemail. You play it back.
"Hey, it's Michael. I don't know exactly how this idea came into my head. Earlier Geb mentioned the Hitchhiker's Guide text game, which is obnoxious and difficult and downright STUBBORN and the farthest I ever got in it was getting run over by a bulldozer. So that's definitely informing some of what I'm doing here. And I've always just found intentionally broken/frustrating games funny. Stuff like I Wanna Be The Guy, for instance, which is basically designed to make you hate it. Plus I was remembering some of the stupid commands people (like me) posted in Katzenjammer and whatever Tibby's thing was awhile back, and I thought it would be fun to run something that was like that but willing to be just as stupid as the people playing it. Except Alan. I can't compete with that.
"Something like this would probably be pretty fun as a mobile game, but I think a big part of what makes it work (to whatever degree it actually does work) is that I'm able to decide on the fly how to respond to the commands, which lets you guys post some pretty dumb and unintuitive stuff and still expect to get some response other than a generic 'I don't know how to do that.'
"Oh, and don't forget to pick up some eggs."
The message ends. Your faith in yourself to solve your current problem, and indeed ANY problem, bolstered by Michael's wise words, you stride confidently into a wall.
You activate the self-cleaning function on your oven. After a few moments, the dragonbone greatsword catches fire and is ruined. Your smoke alarm goes off.
Hey, that smoke alarm has a pretty catchy beat. You get down. Figuratively, for once.
Shut up, stupid.
If you think the waiters are rude, you should see the manager.