Right, you better check and see if there’s an update of Canterstuck before just rushing out. Priorities!
…Oh, Equis, you crazy pony.
You begin prancing about, twirling the noodly appendages like ribbons, in an artful display of art! You knew those correspondence courses in interpretive dance would pay off!
The guards are stunned! Now’s your chance to leg it!
…but not before a word from our followers!
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever played Angband! I prefer the Hack floor generation method (read: constant floors) to the Band method though, so I guess I wouldn’t like it as much…? I dunno, I’ll have to try it someday.
To expand this into a general “favorite roguelike” question though (and give this game some minor publicity), Brogue is one of my favorite roguelikes, because it’s so prettiful and it’s DC:SS-tier simple when it comes to using items (mouse controls! whoo!).
And there was also that time where my group of killer monkeys studied a vampire bat and then sprouted wings and became flying monkeys. Which was awesome.
Watch out for the bloats, though.
You suddenly polymorph back into a pony. You hope that wand wasn’t somehow cursed…
Also, you locate some weird noodly appendages. Or maybe they’re severed worm tails. You’re not completely sure.
The guards are unlocking your cell. You might want to think fast…
(Okay there totally wasn’t a reblog here from me forgetting that I was on this account. Nope.)
Daringhack now has 53 followers! Whooo! You make Daring a happy rope golem pony thing!
I’d like to thank everyone for sticking around despite the fact that this blog updates at a pace that makes glaciers go “jeez, that guy is slooow”. You guys are awesome.
To commemorate this occasion, next three asks will get used, regardless of logic or reason. Yes, I realize this could end horribly, but hey! Celebration!
Oh! You’d almost forgotten that you still have that wand of polymorph (k) from one of your previous adventures, Daring Do and the Horrors of Fanfiction! You wrest the last charge out of your wand of polymorph (k), and think griffon-y thoughts.
You are now made of rope. You should’ve known that correspondence course on griffonic was a bunch of bull…
You suddenly look around, expecting a bull to be nearby for the sake of making a cheap pun. Thankfully, there isn’t one.
He vehemently denies this accusation. This does nothing but raise your suspicion level.
You hear someone walking towards your cell, possibly another guard. This situation is getting progressively worse.
You suddenly launch into a racist diatribe, denouncing all of Griffon-kind for their war-mongering, hate-filled ways.
You hear the ruffling of feathers, and an armored griffon moves into your field of vision, just past the bars, asking if he’d just heard you correctly.
In retrospect, this probably wasn’t a great idea.
You pick up the uncursed food ration (h).
It seems someone has stolen most of your inventory!
You do so, for reasons beyond your understanding (it’s only at level 3, after all). Good thing there was a pencil (g) taped to the back of it.
The unidentified scroll is, rather disturbingly, a small image of a griffin, with text under it saying “do you like me yes no”.
You hope this wasn’t intended for you.
You briefly ponder the meaning of your uncursed blog (g), before remembering that you don’t currently own one, or know what one is.
Maybe that will be your next book. Daring Do and the Mystery of the Blog.
After briefly questioning your sudden homicidal urges, you realize that you have regained consciousness. In a cell.
There is a unidentified scroll here, one (1) food ration, a ball-and-chain (worn), and absolutely nothing else.