The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
I too was tempted to go with #5, but... Scruffy, I choose you! #6.
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#3, because I am shamelessly male.
I memorized "Holy Grail" really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
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I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
They're all fine choices. And as there's six of them, my inner nerd says i really should roll a die (preferably a D20 with complicated lookup tables). But all in all, I vote for #6.
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This is too much fun. I couldn't pass on this one...
Quckie little sketches, hope you like.
Quckie little sketches, hope you like.
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These are lovely, Kaspired! I think Leela's face needs some work on the last one, particularly her nose should be straighter and shorter and her mouth also needs some tweaking, but great pictures.
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
Illustrations! Also shoe!
I'd be tempted to go for Xtreme Paperwork, but given that there are roughly as many voters as options, I'll go for #6.
I'd be tempted to go for Xtreme Paperwork, but given that there are roughly as many voters as options, I'll go for #6.
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Ohhhhhhh baby! Awesome pics.
I shall be responsible and go with #1. Just like Leela would.
I shall be responsible and go with #1. Just like Leela would.
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I actually want to see #2. Bender and his devious plots can be quite entertaining.
And those sketches are awesome, kaspired!
And those sketches are awesome, kaspired!
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Yay! Glad you like 'em. I'm waiting for chapter 6.
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This may be cheating, but in the event that the voting goes the way what I voted for, I'd like to volunteer to write the next thingy. If that is cheating, woopwoopwoopwoopwoop.
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Well the 24 voting hours was up a while ago and #6 is the winner, so go ahead Beb
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
[OOC: Yes, this section's a bit longer than recommended, but bear with me ].
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There was a thick film of toxic waste sliding down the walls of the building and pooling on the sidewalk below. Scruffy watched it with an experienced eye. That goop was real slippery. Bound to cause accidents, lawsuits, fatalities n'such, if Scruffy didn't do something. Hm. Better put up a cone. After lunch.
Lunch was interrupted by live coverage of NNY Women's Beach Volleyball: The Rejiggling (sponsored by Planet Express), which was of course Priority One. Now, Scruffy could've gone all the way down to the beach with Fry, but Scruffy had smarts. This way, you had the whole couch to yourself, the seagulls didn't bogart your bag of BBQ-buggalo lunch, and, most importantly, you could rewind jugs. Fast-forward jugs. Slow-motionise jugs.
Scruffy prised the remote out of the cushions and idly flicked through the general public's iCamcorders until he found a good view. Well, it was a good view until Fry's back obscured the Amazonian team's warm-up. No sooner had the cameraman hauled him away by his scalp, then the Planet Express Ship's landing gear thudded down in front of the lens.
"Delivery for –"
"Get out of the way! – ow. Ow. Okay, stay in the way. That's fine."
Leela put him down and shoved the big wooden crate at the Rejiggling coordinator. "One shipment of Planet Express volleyball bikinis, various extremes."
"How the hell does this one work?"
"Get out of the crate, Fry." Leela stood with folded arms as the coordinator handed out a series of Planet Express logos tied together with string. "Now you've signed for these things, you do know that they've got screw-all structural integrity, right? They're going to snap like dry –"
"Bingo!" the coordinator beamed. "Now, if you'd kindly remove your vehicle from the syruping area, we're just about to –"
"We have problem!"
It was one of the Amazonians. Team captain, probably, judging by the gold badge over the left cup. The coordinator had to take a couple of steps back to make eye contact.
"Big, angry shark bite Thog! She still out there teaching it a lesson. Could take a while – and we up first!"
"Ye gods! We need a substitute—"
"Oh! Oh! Me me me me me!"
"—volleyball player, who looks –"
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
"—great in a bikini!"
"I could do that! Check out this butt!"
The coordinator dodged Fry's butt and glanced around for the delivery girl, but the cargo hatch had already closed. The sniggering was plainly audible, though.
____
"Morris, would you drop it?!"
"I'm just saying, whatever washes up in our pond ought to be ours, and that includes sperm whales."
"Well, if you're gonna argue like that, it wasn't all in the pond. Some of it was in poor little Virginia's front yard; and the boardwalk, that's public property."
"The head was on our side. They could have left us the head."
Whale aside, it had been a productive morning's foraging. A splendid blue betta for the aquarium, three wedding rings, evidence, a whole lot of dental floss and enough copies of Atlas Shrugged to finally prop up the coffee table. Whichever route Morris and Munda took, they always made sure to swing by the sewer underneath Planet Express to pick up any letters from Leela. The torch was getting low, but they knew the way well enough. Another left and they'd be there.
"I am not having a whale's head in my house, Morris. I don't care if it'd make a neat porch."
Wom.
"I would've made you some perfume."
Wom.
"Aw, honey, I appreciate the thought, but frankly, it makes my suckers itch... What's that?"
It was a soft, low sound, but they'd never heard it before. It wasn't the water treatment plant, or a distant airboat, or the cry of a hatchling crocodile. Whatever it was seemed to be alive, and just round the bend.
Munda gripped Morris' arm and whispered, "Sub-sewer?"
The torch chose that moment to burn out.
As their eyes readjusted, they became aware of a faint purple glow. The thing moved, and the glow shimmered around the damp pipe. It let out a thunderous roar, and they were halfway up a drain before they realised it was really more of a yawn.
"What a feast that was!" it said, getting to its feet with a grunt and another series of woms. "Wha – I'm bioluminescent! Ahh, that takes me back."
Option 1: Keep very quiet and hope it goes away.
Option 2: Tiptoe back down the pipe and fetch people with guns and sticks. Large sticks.
Option 3: Go and say hello; it seems amiable enough. It'd be handy to have a new friend who glows, and if it's hostile, the council might be willing to trade it for your whale, not that you should have to trade for your own whale.
____
There was a thick film of toxic waste sliding down the walls of the building and pooling on the sidewalk below. Scruffy watched it with an experienced eye. That goop was real slippery. Bound to cause accidents, lawsuits, fatalities n'such, if Scruffy didn't do something. Hm. Better put up a cone. After lunch.
Lunch was interrupted by live coverage of NNY Women's Beach Volleyball: The Rejiggling (sponsored by Planet Express), which was of course Priority One. Now, Scruffy could've gone all the way down to the beach with Fry, but Scruffy had smarts. This way, you had the whole couch to yourself, the seagulls didn't bogart your bag of BBQ-buggalo lunch, and, most importantly, you could rewind jugs. Fast-forward jugs. Slow-motionise jugs.
Scruffy prised the remote out of the cushions and idly flicked through the general public's iCamcorders until he found a good view. Well, it was a good view until Fry's back obscured the Amazonian team's warm-up. No sooner had the cameraman hauled him away by his scalp, then the Planet Express Ship's landing gear thudded down in front of the lens.
"Delivery for –"
"Get out of the way! – ow. Ow. Okay, stay in the way. That's fine."
Leela put him down and shoved the big wooden crate at the Rejiggling coordinator. "One shipment of Planet Express volleyball bikinis, various extremes."
"How the hell does this one work?"
"Get out of the crate, Fry." Leela stood with folded arms as the coordinator handed out a series of Planet Express logos tied together with string. "Now you've signed for these things, you do know that they've got screw-all structural integrity, right? They're going to snap like dry –"
"Bingo!" the coordinator beamed. "Now, if you'd kindly remove your vehicle from the syruping area, we're just about to –"
"We have problem!"
It was one of the Amazonians. Team captain, probably, judging by the gold badge over the left cup. The coordinator had to take a couple of steps back to make eye contact.
"Big, angry shark bite Thog! She still out there teaching it a lesson. Could take a while – and we up first!"
"Ye gods! We need a substitute—"
"Oh! Oh! Me me me me me!"
"—volleyball player, who looks –"
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
"—great in a bikini!"
"I could do that! Check out this butt!"
The coordinator dodged Fry's butt and glanced around for the delivery girl, but the cargo hatch had already closed. The sniggering was plainly audible, though.
____
"Morris, would you drop it?!"
"I'm just saying, whatever washes up in our pond ought to be ours, and that includes sperm whales."
"Well, if you're gonna argue like that, it wasn't all in the pond. Some of it was in poor little Virginia's front yard; and the boardwalk, that's public property."
"The head was on our side. They could have left us the head."
Whale aside, it had been a productive morning's foraging. A splendid blue betta for the aquarium, three wedding rings, evidence, a whole lot of dental floss and enough copies of Atlas Shrugged to finally prop up the coffee table. Whichever route Morris and Munda took, they always made sure to swing by the sewer underneath Planet Express to pick up any letters from Leela. The torch was getting low, but they knew the way well enough. Another left and they'd be there.
"I am not having a whale's head in my house, Morris. I don't care if it'd make a neat porch."
Wom.
"I would've made you some perfume."
Wom.
"Aw, honey, I appreciate the thought, but frankly, it makes my suckers itch... What's that?"
It was a soft, low sound, but they'd never heard it before. It wasn't the water treatment plant, or a distant airboat, or the cry of a hatchling crocodile. Whatever it was seemed to be alive, and just round the bend.
Munda gripped Morris' arm and whispered, "Sub-sewer?"
The torch chose that moment to burn out.
As their eyes readjusted, they became aware of a faint purple glow. The thing moved, and the glow shimmered around the damp pipe. It let out a thunderous roar, and they were halfway up a drain before they realised it was really more of a yawn.
"What a feast that was!" it said, getting to its feet with a grunt and another series of woms. "Wha – I'm bioluminescent! Ahh, that takes me back."
Option 1: Keep very quiet and hope it goes away.
Option 2: Tiptoe back down the pipe and fetch people with guns and sticks. Large sticks.
Option 3: Go and say hello; it seems amiable enough. It'd be handy to have a new friend who glows, and if it's hostile, the council might be willing to trade it for your whale, not that you should have to trade for your own whale.
"Now, I know art is all about expressing ourselves, but today we're going to express ourselves by getting it right." --DB
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
#3. That whale is theirs, blast it.
I memorized "Holy Grail" really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
- "Weird Al" Yankovic, "White and Nerdy"
"Any pile of stunted growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, T.V., music - they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself!" - Nny
I draw too, dammit!
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
- "Weird Al" Yankovic, "White and Nerdy"
"Any pile of stunted growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, T.V., music - they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself!" - Nny
I draw too, dammit!
Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
#3.
CROWD: What do you want?
FRY: Fry's dog!
CROWD: When do you want it?
FRY: Fry's dog!
FRY: Fry's dog!
CROWD: When do you want it?
FRY: Fry's dog!
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Re: The Simpworks Choose Your Own Adventure thread!
#3eeeeeee!
Pretty little baby
Pretty little monster
Went to the good school
Left with honours
Brand new tycoon
Sitting with a harpoon
-- Mother Mother, "Business Man"
Now offering writing commissions! Fanfiction or original, PM me for more information.
Pretty little monster
Went to the good school
Left with honours
Brand new tycoon
Sitting with a harpoon
-- Mother Mother, "Business Man"
Now offering writing commissions! Fanfiction or original, PM me for more information.