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Author Topic: The Deal: Revisited [History Repeats Itself]  (Read 76518 times)




> WEEP

You silently weep from the overwhelming amounts of pain and despair you are feeling.

> CALL OUR SYNDICATE BUDDIES AND TELL THEM ABOUT THE NUCLEAR DISC

You dial your friends from the syndicate and try to tell them about the nuclear authentication disk. Your call goes straight to voicemail because your pals from the syndicate are too busy getting drunk in the Zer0-G Sp0t, which is a space crackhouse.

> OBAMA YOURE FIRED

You don't have the authority to fire Obama.

> LOOK ON GOOGLE MAPS FOR THE LOCATION OF THE RETIREMENT HOME

You whip out your smartphone and look up the location of the West Peace Drive Retirement Home.




It's all the way in loving Florida.


> forget THIS EAT THE LETTERS YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DELIVER

You take the letters and devour all of them whole, ensuring that you'll never be able to deliver them. Unsurprisingly, the boss fires you from your job three days later. Out of a cannon, in fact.

*** You have been fired. GAME OVER. ***
RESTORE, RESTART, QUIT? Actually, forget it. It's not like you can even RESTART or QUIT, anyways. Let's fix that message up a little.

Restoring autosave...
Autosave restored successfully.


> SNIFF

You sniff the air. The smell isn't very memorable, and not worth describing.

> ASSEMBLE THE PARTY™ BEFORE VENTURING FORTH TO FLORIDA

You go to your companions and attempt to convince them to come along with you to Florida. None of them agree to come along since Florida is too far away.

> CHECK GOOGLE MAPS AGAIN AND MAKE SURE YOU SPELLED IT CORRECTLY

You hit up Google Maps again and realize that you typed in "West Peach Drive Retirement Home" by accident instead of "West Peace Drive Retirement Home". West Peace Drive is about an hour away, in a small, isolated, sleepy town known as Dangernon, which is a few hundred miles south of Venturon City.

> ASSEMBLE THE PARTY™ BEFORE VENTURING FORTH AGAIN

You ask your companions if they can accompany you to Dangernon while you deliver a bunch of letters to a retirement home. When a few of them scoff at the idea, you explain that your deliveries always go horribly wrong and explode into violence, and that it would be nice to have some backup when the inevitable happens. After all you've done for them, they agree.

> SIDE-JUMP LIKE IN ZELDA TO GET THERE FASTER

You start side-jumping out of the house and only manage to trip and fall over, landing directly and painfully on your side.

> DRIVE TO WEST PEACE

You drive through Venturon City and into the sleepy town of Dangernon. You can't shake off the feeling that you're being watched, and the only noise for miles around in the town is the sound of the car driving. You eventually make it to West Peace Drive, and notice the retirement home is a massive, four story building with a variety of recreational activities available, such as a swimming pool and a golf course. There are tall fences and gates preventing unauthorized outsiders from entering, security cameras are everywhere, and a few security guards are roaming around. Despite everything in the retirement community being sunshine and rainbows, you still feel like something is off. After all, you're going to be running around shooting people in self defense once you actually do deliver something as always.

The only entrance to West Peace Drive is guarded by a security booth with one of those red and white gates that come up and down. You drive up to the booth and spot a security guard wearing headphones and reading a novel. The security guard fails to notice you due the novel that she is reading, and is currently blasting music so loud that you can hear it from a good distance away.

Maybe it's a good thing that she doesn't notice you, though. Everyone in your car is heavily armed, including you. People would absolutely flip their stuff at the sight of a bunch of guys in a car packing enough heat to send a bunch of old ladies all the way to Pluto.


> _


As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher, a geek known as Jimmy with a weird headset, and Jimmy's drone that looks like a mishmash of a tank and a spider.

Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur  staff, M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, hammer, some string, a magnet, a magazine called The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse, a movie poster for BRUTALITY, an article about Protagonist Syndrome, a wallet with several hundred dollars, a bunch of letters, and a nuclear authentication disk.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, a Rolex watch, and a gas mask.

You are healthy and uninjured.

The Deal: Revisited is also on the Forum Games Discord.


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« Last Edit: October 22, 2016, 10:57:04 PM by tber123 »

Fold the letters into paper airplanes and throw them through the window that the old ladies are in with little post-it notes attached with happy faces on them.

get out a gun and shoot in the air to grab her attention.




sniff even harder
sniff so hard that you absorb the earth's atmosphere and expose the planet to harmful solar radiation and heat

> EAT THE LETTERS AGAIN

You eat the letters again. You get fired again. You get fired out of a cannon again. You get fired out of a cannon into the stratosphere again. You lose the game again. You're probably going to eat the letters again and again. I'll see you again.

*** You have been fired. GAME OVER. ***
Third time eating the letters must be the charm, maybe? Reloading autosave...


> SHOOT A GUN INTO THE AIR TO GRAB THE GUARDS ATTENTION

Whipping out your trusty ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, you shoot it straight into the air. The security guard doesn't even notice, and continues reading her novel. She didn't even hear the plasma rifle firing due to how loud her headphones were.

> SNIFF EVEN HARDER

You sniff harder. You get head pain and the smell of all the lovely flowers near the retirement home.

> SNIFF HARD ENOUGH TO ABSORB THE EARTHS ATMOSPHERE

That's not even possible for a regular, puny earthling like you, though. You can still sniff harder than hard, though. Do that instead?

> YES

You sniff harder than the harder sniff you did previously. You feel a sharp pain go up your nose into your head once again because you were sniffing too hard.

> CALL CAB

You call the number of a local taxicab company operating in Dangernon. All you get is a bunch of static and a garbled voice on the other end of the line whispering something about "loving fruitcakes". Soon after, a loud, sharp noise rings out, and then the line goes dead.

> FOLD LETTERS INTO PAPER AIRPLANES

You expertly fold the letters you were supposed to deliver into paper F-16's. These babies will fly extra far AND look cool! Say, that gives you an idea...

> ATTACH POST-IT NOTES WITH HAPPY FACES ONTO THE PLANES

You don't have post-it notes.

> DIG AROUND IN THE CAR FOR POST-IT NOTES

You find post-it notes.

> ATTACH POST-IT NOTES WITH HAPPY FACES ONTO THE PLANES

Done.

> THROW THE LETTER PLANES THROUGH ANY OPEN WINDOW WITH OLD LADIES BEHIND THEM

Utilizing your expert paper airplane throwing skills from your days in elementary school, you successfully send paper letter plane after paper letter plane into an open window on the third story with an old lady behind it. The paper planes bounce off the old lady and come crashing down to the ground below, right outside the front door of the retirement home. Which is past the gate that the security guard is guarding. The same gate that you can't get past because the security guard is too occupied by her music and her novel.

The old lady that had the misfortune to be assaulted by several paper planes hitting her in a row yells out "Goddamn whippersnapper! No respect for your elders!" before slamming her window shut and closing the curtains. Good thing she's too far away to notice the fact that everyone in your party is visibly packing heat, though. She would have freaked out and called the National Guard or something, and then you would have to murder them all in self defense.


> _


As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher, a geek known as Jimmy with a weird headset, and Jimmy's drone that looks like a mishmash of a tank and a spider.

Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur  staff, M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, hammer, some string, a magnet, a magazine called The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse, a movie poster for BRUTALITY, an article about Protagonist Syndrome, a wallet with several hundred dollars, and a nuclear authentication disk.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, a Rolex watch, and a gas mask.

You are healthy and uninjured.


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« Last Edit: October 27, 2016, 01:08:14 AM by tber123 »

learn the ten crack commandments

consider the fact that you've just completed a job without causing a nuclear war or the end to humanity.
pat yourself on the back.


then sniff the hardest you can to give yourself a concussion

> HO stuff WE DID IT LETS PAT OURSELF ON THE BACK

Not so fast, bucko. The old ladies never exactly received the letters, since they all bounced off of that one granny and landed in the grass outside the retirement home. You've also got to deliver a nuclear authentication disk to the retirement home, too.

> LEARN THE TEN CRACK COMMANDMENTS

You google up "Ten Crack Commandments" and find a song by Biggie Smalls. Some of the advice seems pretty good.

> SNIFF THE HARDEST YOU CAN

You sniff really, really hard. Your head hurts like a bitch, but there still isn't a concussion.

> GIVE YOURSELF A CONCUSSION

You smash yourself in the back of the head with your entrepreneur  staff. That ought to give you a concussion. A few seconds later, your phone rings.

> ANSWER PHONE

"McClass." The boss's voice comes to life on the phone. "Good news. You only have to deliver the letters. There was a mixup from our client. They don't need the nuclear authentication disk. Don't forget this up! Bye."

> LOOK AROUND

North: A bunch of trees and hills. And a golf course.

South: More trees and hills. There is a medium-sized cabin out on the hills.

West: The road you just took to get to the retirement home. There is a random mime standing in the middle of the road, gesturing frantically at you. To the far west is a motel, and further to the west is the rest of Dangernon.

East: The retirement home. The security guard is still in her booth reading a novel and blasting loud music through her headphones. Further to the east is the retirement home. The letters you made into paper airplanes and tried to toss into the windows are lying on the grass. You can see the swimming pool from here, filled with grandpas and grandmas having the time of their life.

East and above: A few helicopters are flying overhead. They are heading to the west.


> LOOK AT MIME

The panicked mime points towards you, takes off an imaginary jacket in a dramatic fashion, whips out an imaginary machine gun strapped to his back, and pretends to fire it on full auto like Rambo. After he pretends to fire it, he takes a few steps forward, turns around, and starts jerking violently from all the imaginary bullets slamming into him before throwing himself backwards onto the floor, playing dead. The mime gets back up again and keeps pointing at you.

You have the feeling that the mime is trying to warn you about something. Or maybe it's just a random nutjob.


> LOOK AT SECURITY GUARD

The security guard is still reading a novel and killing her eardrums with the loud music from her headphones. She turns the page of her novel, and, without looking, grabs a nearby soda can.

> _


As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher, a geek known as Jimmy with a weird headset, and Jimmy's drone that looks like a mishmash of a tank and a spider.

Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur  staff, M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, hammer, some string, a magnet, a magazine called The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse, a movie poster for BRUTALITY, an article about Protagonist Syndrome, a wallet with several hundred dollars, and a nuclear authentication disk.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, a Rolex watch, and a gas mask.

You are moderately wounded.


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« Last Edit: October 29, 2016, 12:53:14 PM by tber123 »

Have the whole squad leave their guns in the car and do a Rockettes kick line into the building and personally deliver the notes to the old ladies.