tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45646551188362811732024-03-05T13:47:17.619-05:00War With The Evil Power MasterDeceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-49843238523289365502007-11-23T20:52:00.001-05:002007-11-23T20:52:51.568-05:00Photoshop recap videoHere's a link to the photoshop recap video! Hope you enjoy it! Normal video updates to resume soon.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-14601372676782815912007-11-22T10:24:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:07.699-05:00Branch ???: The End of the RoadWell, it's been a long book. We've seen many ways to die and win. We've been humiliated, mocked, vaporized, and raped. Now, it's time to finish things. The previous branch was the last one. So let's see what kind of ending we get if we put Tonto in charge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkri8_7frrE8fgNn5P4uzhvI_dbVnRyyMAaKITX0FTCPc3n9Z285dz5WGsMiq6YUIHQ4RLOGb17VXrc9vfcVQPSR15gxbgEcSiZQYgWA5wKF9x5Yso7f2_Piuc8PXFKb2DYQHKiiQHHV0/s1600-h/AL1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkri8_7frrE8fgNn5P4uzhvI_dbVnRyyMAaKITX0FTCPc3n9Z285dz5WGsMiq6YUIHQ4RLOGb17VXrc9vfcVQPSR15gxbgEcSiZQYgWA5wKF9x5Yso7f2_Piuc8PXFKb2DYQHKiiQHHV0/s400/AL1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135687111486420866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Damn you Flppto, you play too rough. Look what you did!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGAl5y15d0FUX1ys4EvSsYXlnTUrG82DhV0EjryWSHaHpn2h-peDGD0WbU5K2RJWQx6nj8jw7Ch-9IhkUEtE48gRr3P7gsLuu_suTTQyOmQ1suoAfbnOaCGZKc1mZlKXp2g0xFsTqAhI/s1600-h/AL2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGAl5y15d0FUX1ys4EvSsYXlnTUrG82DhV0EjryWSHaHpn2h-peDGD0WbU5K2RJWQx6nj8jw7Ch-9IhkUEtE48gRr3P7gsLuu_suTTQyOmQ1suoAfbnOaCGZKc1mZlKXp2g0xFsTqAhI/s400/AL2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135687012702173042" border="0" /></a><br />The Commander is just too dumb to die like he ought to. Maybe we'll get lucky and he will anyway. Chances are low.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmlizay3Rj7riUuEqP3OqBYXbq-YDJsOxXB8PVbaYMzMkKEnTTkAg13eviYc0jTBlrutQ_lhLMXMrFzbyOo5CdWkdVikIv_FJiJP1_6fTV5qJBInoMj8Auzbe-eZSLugBVRissXCh1sQ/s1600-h/AL3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmlizay3Rj7riUuEqP3OqBYXbq-YDJsOxXB8PVbaYMzMkKEnTTkAg13eviYc0jTBlrutQ_lhLMXMrFzbyOo5CdWkdVikIv_FJiJP1_6fTV5qJBInoMj8Auzbe-eZSLugBVRissXCh1sQ/s400/AL3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686922507859810" border="0" /></a><br />You enter a longterm recovery program. Nevermind the fact that no one is paying attention to the Evil Power Master, they're too busy worrying over the Commander. I hope they all get vaporized into... vapor!<br /><br /><b>Ending AL:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Well, that was three solid pages of boring. Let's see if putting Flppto in charge (an awful idea) ends it on a better note.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs13dAA1PPij5SsV-MKNAX86K2pun_Z6yQBGaCE-edq09adcvtePR-5awqMykk_R0qY-gyGOvQlDgIx3UJlzxqZRp6uV8uYSXE51omiEqH7PL-NBwKEs569MHriMZGSpMGFLsfieIeCs/s1600-h/AM1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs13dAA1PPij5SsV-MKNAX86K2pun_Z6yQBGaCE-edq09adcvtePR-5awqMykk_R0qY-gyGOvQlDgIx3UJlzxqZRp6uV8uYSXE51omiEqH7PL-NBwKEs569MHriMZGSpMGFLsfieIeCs/s400/AM1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686724939364178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We assign leadership to Flppto, because in our feverish state we're too busy having fever dreams to full realize what he did to us. Commander, now is not the time to put that guy in charge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2onPJjpiY3d2ue3ddrtV6yM6sQevA-0HEsbqC1yMiU6iZd_WlwnieRBU7AZ2EmhKAQQtqfQwUvv0y9tdnxEMkfunbePk9WEUaj-8WMdfNjY36MzwXWsGHPZfzK39EhGOzysXKQQA5_g/s1600-h/AM2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2onPJjpiY3d2ue3ddrtV6yM6sQevA-0HEsbqC1yMiU6iZd_WlwnieRBU7AZ2EmhKAQQtqfQwUvv0y9tdnxEMkfunbePk9WEUaj-8WMdfNjY36MzwXWsGHPZfzK39EhGOzysXKQQA5_g/s400/AM2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686643334985538" border="0" /></a><br />Flppto takes our position. He's taken everything from us, now our title. We sit in a hospital bed, unable to stop him or the Evil Power Master. That bites.<br /><br /><b>Ending AM:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/What-The-Hell<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 30<br />Non-Endings:V AL AM AV AX AY BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AN AP AS AY BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P V AA AG AL AM AN AX BA BE BG AJ AV<br /></span><br /><br />And with that, we've seen all 30 endings and have concluded the War With The Evil Power Master. 10 Endings that aren't. 6 measly victories. 18 ways to FAIL. 12 ways to die. And 13 endings that don't make any sense at all. I think that's about enough torment from this book.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrnmRKv2TCxtWf2ZR1j8SjUhRG_e1vvkI9Re4n3CpzLVzXZ2Z7SwXeA3u-I1JID6NfAW-afygQY3f08I5t9RnPs8U-waEH4TW8OWBeosQ5fcUeL32KzTmyK_GgdQ0rYbK01WzNRTRgok/s1600-h/credits.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrnmRKv2TCxtWf2ZR1j8SjUhRG_e1vvkI9Re4n3CpzLVzXZ2Z7SwXeA3u-I1JID6NfAW-afygQY3f08I5t9RnPs8U-waEH4TW8OWBeosQ5fcUeL32KzTmyK_GgdQ0rYbK01WzNRTRgok/s400/credits.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686355572176690" border="0" /></a><br />Here are the idiots responsible for this travesty.<br /><br /><br /><br />Next time on War With The Evil Power Master...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3GQ-GyQwtLGlYPqBmTrTFSrQyCO-r6Dojw5M9XSsNXv2HEco-WyscQF2Wxa_vjZEAsXzFOiwghctH1xX2rzxqH830ULrh06_3mjoRXvkofeR4F2yuwvShzHFxo6vLm4kJh64_Htb62E/s1600-h/ant.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3GQ-GyQwtLGlYPqBmTrTFSrQyCO-r6Dojw5M9XSsNXv2HEco-WyscQF2Wxa_vjZEAsXzFOiwghctH1xX2rzxqH830ULrh06_3mjoRXvkofeR4F2yuwvShzHFxo6vLm4kJh64_Htb62E/s400/ant.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686170888582946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><b>OH HELL NAW.</b><br /><br />No, I don't think we'll be reading the prequel. We will, however, be going over some of the wonderful photoshopped entries we've received. I might make a video of it, so keep your eyes peeled. In the next couple of days, I'll also announce the winners, so stay tuned viewers!Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-77675294224125655842007-11-21T07:38:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:08.297-05:00Branch U: The Terrible Things Martians DoWhen we last left off, we were about to go search for the Evil Power Master's jungle base.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTWsn_1xsgD5hszaKE8l3uljx8b368RfSyjeiAl-RuIrB1uuKOAAt3Q9nthUS13H1GizLtbQHJb5TKssT89uPoKtm1-j7s3StiZSb0-F35mjRYoFM5smFKFee6L0T9zh9F524Fde77x0/s1600-h/AX1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTWsn_1xsgD5hszaKE8l3uljx8b368RfSyjeiAl-RuIrB1uuKOAAt3Q9nthUS13H1GizLtbQHJb5TKssT89uPoKtm1-j7s3StiZSb0-F35mjRYoFM5smFKFee6L0T9zh9F524Fde77x0/s400/AX1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273299977385746" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not exactly sure why Colin explaining his reasoning behind the base theory and hearing some maniacal gloating counts as the end.<br /><br /><b>Ending AX:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Well, that was no good. Let's leave this wretched planet and go to Follop.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWagTLjTpEG5tahK7OAB569V1U3AwWR1S4viW5To8cwfPqLbjVyXuMw77vPZtX8XqcyHgbpBOdYO2Melei8HhJbc7EwdGlcAViuwmtRLL139ilGErBVn-HVnLXMIdDVLHncDooPNIK9Ks/s1600-h/AY1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWagTLjTpEG5tahK7OAB569V1U3AwWR1S4viW5To8cwfPqLbjVyXuMw77vPZtX8XqcyHgbpBOdYO2Melei8HhJbc7EwdGlcAViuwmtRLL139ilGErBVn-HVnLXMIdDVLHncDooPNIK9Ks/s400/AY1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273145358563074" border="0" /></a><br />Bird Apes destroy your ship, because that is how they roll (with their beaks).<br /><br /><b>Ending AY:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/Failure<br /><br />This is the price we pay for analyzing this tape: The planet kills us. So let's just head toward it without hesitation. Although...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARH2WbqW04muvynF6VoLDyNPlCfxfSUnSRVe92fRt_dOqCYgR1VZzelLIkFNHkVPHLGF2it6yrLP3egSPdAbH_FmpTzUQyubSfihimAQ9-yTLNak5hSk0Aq70MP0uPuVGE-pnflwGSOc/s1600-h/U1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARH2WbqW04muvynF6VoLDyNPlCfxfSUnSRVe92fRt_dOqCYgR1VZzelLIkFNHkVPHLGF2it6yrLP3egSPdAbH_FmpTzUQyubSfihimAQ9-yTLNak5hSk0Aq70MP0uPuVGE-pnflwGSOc/s400/U1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135272904840394482" border="0" /></a><br />Our escape vehicle explodes. Hard Man gets knocked around. The Commander is a mess. Flppto moves to help h-<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3e6i8c_h4Uz8IhhrTPR5T02JQkfskY-Vzxt-kuEx5dIJED4zTf_PmeuO9LBrM5U7yXlRrFNRJT23SvJfNm7pqTqLVNkWf_ASVxiHrKaEoYnHFt9DxqgYvYdK7QA__W_A_zpsXxqW7RM/s1600-h/FlpptoRape.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3e6i8c_h4Uz8IhhrTPR5T02JQkfskY-Vzxt-kuEx5dIJED4zTf_PmeuO9LBrM5U7yXlRrFNRJT23SvJfNm7pqTqLVNkWf_ASVxiHrKaEoYnHFt9DxqgYvYdK7QA__W_A_zpsXxqW7RM/s400/FlpptoRape.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135272775991375586" border="0" /></a><br /><b>NO FLPPTO THAT IS NOT HOW YOU HELP HUMANS YOU DO NOT HELP HUMANS BY FORCING THEIR STUNNED BODIES TO GIVE YOU FELLATIO! RAPE IS NOT THE ANSWER! FLPPPPPPPTOOOOOOOOOOOO!</b><br /><br />We... um... the book has delivered us the final insult. It has taunted us and tormented us. Now? It has violated us. And we will never be the same.<br /><br />You thought the Evil Power Master was bad, all this time? Well, we just got raped by Flppto. Now you realize why I was so enthusiastic about shooting him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLwXfmiKNGUPFwnPSzvhpMeOmsB3Pzv9NU-h29l739M3whc67V-AVcj3AIgYffGoqn4QxARBASL-vkHQ6mVX05Lxh7zribbffhjlzW1E7hnR3gPiqPTe-I-3onnmJkEIbVhzh_whFCec/s1600-h/U2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLwXfmiKNGUPFwnPSzvhpMeOmsB3Pzv9NU-h29l739M3whc67V-AVcj3AIgYffGoqn4QxARBASL-vkHQ6mVX05Lxh7zribbffhjlzW1E7hnR3gPiqPTe-I-3onnmJkEIbVhzh_whFCec/s400/U2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135272608487651026" border="0" /></a><br />Blacking out is a natural reaction to martian rape. And we're unfit to lead. And injured. And violated. Oh... god.<br /><br />Who do we put in charge now? Tonto (AL) or Flppto (AM)?<br />AS IF IT MATTERS. NOTHING MATTERS NOW.<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 28<br />Non-Endings:V AV AX AY BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AN AP AS AY BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P V AA AG AN AX BA BE BG AJ AV</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-70780646598844172432007-11-20T18:59:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:08.829-05:00Branch AK: Jungle BaseYou know what, most of you want to rush headlong into this. But I'd rather be paranoid awhile longer. Surely the book wouldn't punish me for that...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawsO2XJEsX8zKSqli84FHnlN6U2nB5XKTLLXJVhVZ76ne_AHNvzI-pov4tmhhV6WAbups-PaY4nXnvyB64iwX6IJSOuSUOKE4V87ylAYLvPjppRQmmTG-bjrAQBOromhLKsAnBMJm5GI/s1600-h/AJ1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawsO2XJEsX8zKSqli84FHnlN6U2nB5XKTLLXJVhVZ76ne_AHNvzI-pov4tmhhV6WAbups-PaY4nXnvyB64iwX6IJSOuSUOKE4V87ylAYLvPjppRQmmTG-bjrAQBOromhLKsAnBMJm5GI/s400/AJ1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135077836015744706" border="0" /></a><br />Oh come on. That bites. For our continued indecisiveness, we get lazered out of nowhere. We die. And the neighbors read our mail.<br /><br /><b>Ending AJ:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Wow. I'm excited about the prospect of not being murdered right out of nowhere in the next ending we get.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDGJ4ShriYFGTjsK4u9hsPaHosQsmzPWr33uRps_d5zMO7OlgKR7kdjeyT2s7zzfKbuqtdi1KTmWAR7NL4mxN9krSxC4tz6rHK-wbsclgPtg4mQZwqRPIux3PvQoY5Z2yigLdxYNcoug/s1600-h/AK1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDGJ4ShriYFGTjsK4u9hsPaHosQsmzPWr33uRps_d5zMO7OlgKR7kdjeyT2s7zzfKbuqtdi1KTmWAR7NL4mxN9krSxC4tz6rHK-wbsclgPtg4mQZwqRPIux3PvQoY5Z2yigLdxYNcoug/s400/AK1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135077586907641522" border="0" /></a><br />...I'm going to pretend I didn't see page 61 for a second.<br />In any event, we land in the jungle, leaving Hard Man behind. Vines grab us for no damn reason. And... and...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkayAxuFerJ8CfI-oAN-ZS5K3mHkvNVi-x6QjrDODLamjyKaLBFdePMbnMe9AXgr0b2B-HHsh17GobX8SZFRWKwtyhMWirGQVaYVjmxSRsGJa1ftLd-70qoAa-AJuQzVbQPuTIBhuHsA0/s1600-h/BirdApe.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkayAxuFerJ8CfI-oAN-ZS5K3mHkvNVi-x6QjrDODLamjyKaLBFdePMbnMe9AXgr0b2B-HHsh17GobX8SZFRWKwtyhMWirGQVaYVjmxSRsGJa1ftLd-70qoAa-AJuQzVbQPuTIBhuHsA0/s400/BirdApe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135077397929080482" border="0" /></a><br /><b>OH GOD NO</b><br /><br />Umm... yeah. Bird Ape. I... I hate this book so much. I... argh.<br />Right. So as we left off we were saved out of freaking nowhere.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLUJIgOv_wTxyBfXIxe2xZ8_ttNgOicn4xxrKx9-BoKrC_BSIyET7xAphB24rT6Gu76Gu86sHnXzVH-yvBH5O-Bf4epyMy6DYkGk8A_rOt3X6q5t0YS-aGwS7TRUOe0Ky72z3zWCwPs0/s1600-h/AK2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLUJIgOv_wTxyBfXIxe2xZ8_ttNgOicn4xxrKx9-BoKrC_BSIyET7xAphB24rT6Gu76Gu86sHnXzVH-yvBH5O-Bf4epyMy6DYkGk8A_rOt3X6q5t0YS-aGwS7TRUOe0Ky72z3zWCwPs0/s400/AK2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135076882533004946" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br /></b>It's Colin. Oh joy. With ridiculous antique weapons. Like all good commanders, Colin is a failure and most of his party is dead.<br /><br />Decision time. We can run through the damn jungle, looking for the Evil Power Master and getting murdered by vines and bird apes (AX), or we could leave this horrible place and go to Follop (AY).<br /><br />But something tells me we're going to regret tomorrow's update. Or at least I am.<br /><b><br /><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 26<br />Non-Endings:V AV BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q W AA AB AH AI AJ AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P V AA AG AN BA BE BG AJ AV</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-1255714991829433782007-11-20T07:27:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:08.955-05:00Branch T: Paranoia StormWe can't trust this SOS apparently, so we're going to have a sit-down and analyze it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg104U91piqM6Mxv4VM6E0nSAYzAW2JqcIpPO83c6VWM8Sda0FFGszLUvC6vj07mxvCsbQ1P_aXbjhcwezHJaMqBDDNPPRDvyxCsisEONgix7D3kFa73hAZutZGw0wawjiCOBfdyVYhAQ0/s1600-h/T1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg104U91piqM6Mxv4VM6E0nSAYzAW2JqcIpPO83c6VWM8Sda0FFGszLUvC6vj07mxvCsbQ1P_aXbjhcwezHJaMqBDDNPPRDvyxCsisEONgix7D3kFa73hAZutZGw0wawjiCOBfdyVYhAQ0/s400/T1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134898370807281282" border="0" /></a><br />There's the best face shots of Flppto and the droid in the entire book. And by best, I mean I wish they were both dead.<br />Before we can finish our analysis, the name of that one guy we know from that one time is added to the new message. I think the real question is, Do We Care?<br /><br />Are we still going to act paranoid, thinking this is an Evil Power Master trick (Branch AJ), or are we actually going to act on this and try to help people (Branch AK)? Poor Colin, if only he knew the people pulling the strings behind our decisions, he wouldn't even bother with the SOS.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-89996166323229880632007-11-19T19:21:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:09.494-05:00Branch J: Jungle PlanetBeing a mass of uncaring jerks, we have elected to ignore the SOS, still. But somehow I figure this will come back to bite us in the nads anyway. Let's look for Survivors. If we find Richard Hatch, he dies first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4wrdY6aUTUA7zP7SLA830jXmPtolW-56S1CHcUqI82MqmpvUzekw8fJ8cV3n_Yl7XRM3tgZpfqOthIMa34zuNz0ssS0G_KEAg9f47SfNqOg42_huexNZB1jRhiWEgCupL1wURdHOV40/s1600-h/V1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4wrdY6aUTUA7zP7SLA830jXmPtolW-56S1CHcUqI82MqmpvUzekw8fJ8cV3n_Yl7XRM3tgZpfqOthIMa34zuNz0ssS0G_KEAg9f47SfNqOg42_huexNZB1jRhiWEgCupL1wURdHOV40/s400/V1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134712531867350642" border="0" /></a><br />> Explore Ruins<br />You find a farmer.<br />> Talk Farmer<br />The farmer whines about how the Evil Power Master set them all on fire, is unstoppable, dapper in that hat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkU89dZetez_SGzjLyXwv34hMQzveKMxuSK1Z68MrgeU7hAp_g6BJOWMg9slpwA0jCCbUKJFJ82Mbyv_nqdva8lzkt7mY1fWuAYq7WDvk2HDwe3fcsiM_BUpzF-Z-a56t891ioKlRF4U/s1600-h/V2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkU89dZetez_SGzjLyXwv34hMQzveKMxuSK1Z68MrgeU7hAp_g6BJOWMg9slpwA0jCCbUKJFJ82Mbyv_nqdva8lzkt7mY1fWuAYq7WDvk2HDwe3fcsiM_BUpzF-Z-a56t891ioKlRF4U/s400/V2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134712407313299042" border="0" /></a><br />> Return to Base<br />You return to your base. The Evil Power Master has left you a challenge in giant, capital letters so you know he sent it.<br />> Go to Stadium<br />You arrive at the stadium. It is full of aliens waiting eagerly to watch you get utterly stomped by the Evil Power Master.<br />> Why the hell did I agree to this challenge?<br />I have no idea.<br />> Enter Stadium.<br />You are in the center of the stadium. The crowd is cheering.<br />There is an Evil Power Master here.<br />> Fight Evil Power Master<br />The Evil Power Master laughs at you, makes you look like a chump in front of all these people, and runs away laughing. People begin to make fun of you and your mother. THE END.<br /><br /><b>Ending V:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/Failure/What-The-Hell<br /><br />...Wow. That didn't go so well. I'll never look for any survivors again, ever, in any context. Maybe that SOS won't get us so thoroughly embarrassed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Gakg39K-kYem0AXpPgv7-A3LcQ6Nq9Il9btuFOWTQYl_415tP1rLXhRwvPqkDBkGkTXam3Z6cHHagwLGfE5S0kwX4itatIBrRb7HCTWGtYU5TqyFgRdizK3Db1R8Y2vMTnzPPKz2I_k/s1600-h/W1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Gakg39K-kYem0AXpPgv7-A3LcQ6Nq9Il9btuFOWTQYl_415tP1rLXhRwvPqkDBkGkTXam3Z6cHHagwLGfE5S0kwX4itatIBrRb7HCTWGtYU5TqyFgRdizK3Db1R8Y2vMTnzPPKz2I_k/s400/W1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134712175385065042" border="0" /></a><br />Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Okay we're going to the SOS now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5p3hIXgdf7LQglP-N7jKm1m1s_-4kb7ZAWl49ybcd2mYL2VOoMAnJ0HUyPXX71PsvWYhMPzSojt25vvwDmYYpdV55-uz32Dl5l5tmpliOn1NEzXT8k335JlFzVSqMjHmh6LWBUF1a3w/s1600-h/W2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5p3hIXgdf7LQglP-N7jKm1m1s_-4kb7ZAWl49ybcd2mYL2VOoMAnJ0HUyPXX71PsvWYhMPzSojt25vvwDmYYpdV55-uz32Dl5l5tmpliOn1NEzXT8k335JlFzVSqMjHmh6LWBUF1a3w/s400/W2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134712025061209666" border="0" /></a><br />You land. You look around for the SOS. A giant monster eats you. Also, your parents never loved you.<br /><br /><b>Ending W:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br />Wow. I'll never ignore another SOS again. Because if I do, for even a second, apparently I will die, or worse. Let's go ahead and go to that SOS.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWavB2-CTCxa9Zy74eF8VeLP0RUETatMpG8x8AgQtko26Ci0nQLrMf9rOVGQpHv7sl6KQtLj8ujDmPONkpov8KBWNmJO9pyDlQckW15zwhTi78riDQE8aOVtFyMkWEPeYD4v9eEILfz4/s1600-h/J1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWavB2-CTCxa9Zy74eF8VeLP0RUETatMpG8x8AgQtko26Ci0nQLrMf9rOVGQpHv7sl6KQtLj8ujDmPONkpov8KBWNmJO9pyDlQckW15zwhTi78riDQE8aOVtFyMkWEPeYD4v9eEILfz4/s400/J1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134711797427942962" border="0" /></a><br />The damn book decides to rename the droid I've been calling Hard Man all this time. They call him Tonto because they are stupid and unfamiliar with how awesome Megaman 3 was. This book belongs in a fire.<br />We land on the jungle planet. We answer the SOS. And what does Flppto do? He starts getting paranoid, saying it could be a trap. Listen you Martian Jackass, in another branch you totally chewed us out for not answering an SOS. If you think you can get away with second guessing us now, I'm going to ram your stupid martian head into the fertile jungle ground and keep you freshly watered (after beating you to death) so that in 6 to 9 months I can grow a good crop of Jackass Plants.<br /><br />If you would like us to (T) Listen To Flppto (who will die alone), state that you would. Alternately, you can tell us to (U) Investigate The SOS Right Now, Flppto be damned (he already is, and will burn in a lake of fire for all eternity).<br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 25<br />Non-Endings:V AV BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q W AA AB AH AI AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q W AA AB AH AI AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P V AA AG AN BA BE BG AV</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-25729186644580735522007-11-19T07:32:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:09.957-05:00Branch K: Destroyed CityMost of you voted to ignore the SOS. Good on you! I was sick of putting up with Flppto's wishes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApTBseQ6jbU0NEQ-8L3H_MGykRWy5T5_8Y_D_qpB1TouvH4q9jWXasN4Hwbcig9Wdh47zlnOTuemu4uvTd_BQKwYiSlf870zo1fbZVc_3z4FCBUlG0NWHOnJRW26RwF4VYG6kfVWZJp4/s1600-h/K1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApTBseQ6jbU0NEQ-8L3H_MGykRWy5T5_8Y_D_qpB1TouvH4q9jWXasN4Hwbcig9Wdh47zlnOTuemu4uvTd_BQKwYiSlf870zo1fbZVc_3z4FCBUlG0NWHOnJRW26RwF4VYG6kfVWZJp4/s400/K1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134528767396623906" border="0" /></a><br />What's this? Flppto copping an attitude with us? We've dealt with Octopi before, we don't need to put up with his crap. He can take his official protest and cram it up his martian butt because when this is all over I'm going to bust that stupid punk back down to private. He'll be doing latrine duty for weeks. No one messes with the Commander in the middle of a wartime battle situation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkeWp3RJvj6dkQcKwZzeqfWpI58EZ-np0LQtkHtU21-_Igq4-gEOrQ_z59D5MnVJMo-NYDQrJeCVQ_SrAEDMYoS6GtKAvJ0Vz4VgtONxqndgtYd3sYMlqBr_YYZBh5OYOdeZbTMSZXOk/s1600-h/K2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkeWp3RJvj6dkQcKwZzeqfWpI58EZ-np0LQtkHtU21-_Igq4-gEOrQ_z59D5MnVJMo-NYDQrJeCVQ_SrAEDMYoS6GtKAvJ0Vz4VgtONxqndgtYd3sYMlqBr_YYZBh5OYOdeZbTMSZXOk/s400/K2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134528565533160978" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe the authors home was in this city. That'd be nice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KAHvnvBZxvRCqq-kphXKxEmZFuEFsWGXe1RbP1MWyAQfUPbYqnehp_nVuyPUNj8YUambJG1g89y8v7Y7XASo9E2U2HDPoxbPNxJsSYo3mMCiwx-tVUNoUS8LHWml5XkFr5zUoWXd-5g/s1600-h/K3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KAHvnvBZxvRCqq-kphXKxEmZFuEFsWGXe1RbP1MWyAQfUPbYqnehp_nVuyPUNj8YUambJG1g89y8v7Y7XASo9E2U2HDPoxbPNxJsSYo3mMCiwx-tVUNoUS8LHWml5XkFr5zUoWXd-5g/s400/K3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134528458158978562" border="0" /></a><br />Well, Flppto has gone all emo on us, and the city of Follop is dead and destroyed. Was it their natural enemies? Was it the Evil Power Master? But more importantly...<br /><br />...Do we give a damn? Should we go outside and check (V), or leave any survivors to their own devices and go back to that damn SOS we're already in trouble for ignoring (W), or would be if we weren't going to murder Flppto and change the record to remove all hints of any wrongdoing on our part. Damn Mouthy Martian.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-19875672641629684322007-11-18T09:57:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:10.404-05:00Branch E: FollopWell, we're surrounded by spaceships. I now know what I must do.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfz1gJWmXzWlrGRQJNTaiIOR7z9q8TQX08oXKqONMsoExoeZUhr7E3OAZ4FLqS-zEp633hwmeeMdr4AOKjEva55PBn7i_dLayWTz1ECqYWtm2Dc7mldaTErcHFB_gfvvDDbBMvJiB8mA/s1600-h/AH1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfz1gJWmXzWlrGRQJNTaiIOR7z9q8TQX08oXKqONMsoExoeZUhr7E3OAZ4FLqS-zEp633hwmeeMdr4AOKjEva55PBn7i_dLayWTz1ECqYWtm2Dc7mldaTErcHFB_gfvvDDbBMvJiB8mA/s400/AH1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134195628258309618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well. It looks like because we milled around for three hours, we gave the Evil Power Master ample time to escape and mobilize a fleet of starships to murder us with. Oh sure, we're prepping weapons and everything, but naturally we stop to listen to Rendoxoll, who has Failed. Nothing defeats Magic. This means we become space vapor. Maybe Rendoxoll escaped? Who cares... we died!<br /><br /><b>Ending AH:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br />Well that wasn't so good. Let's not arm weapons. Surely we won't die right away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9s5D2J8dXvBTsfzPnvPXqKxrn-wl2apF-a_cOaGe95rb3BUIwvHeLRZmJY_xdTgOdrqQARhjM-owFi_qsUy0VclTw7AIMx_zHzRgT00rfK8Tm69sVMfK-aP3qHkZx_u1YBrediaw9DBQ/s1600-h/AI1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9s5D2J8dXvBTsfzPnvPXqKxrn-wl2apF-a_cOaGe95rb3BUIwvHeLRZmJY_xdTgOdrqQARhjM-owFi_qsUy0VclTw7AIMx_zHzRgT00rfK8Tm69sVMfK-aP3qHkZx_u1YBrediaw9DBQ/s400/AI1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134195306135762402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was right, we won't die right away. First we will starve to death. It's the Evil Power Master's trophy collection. We're his latest prize. Also, Rendoxoll is dead and the Evil Power Master can turn into acrid green smoke. Note that, because it might be important? No. No it is not.<br /><br /><b>Ending AI:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br />You know what? This sector bites. Clearly investigating here is a death sentence, even though we succeeded a couple times. Let's go investigate Follop instead, the last quarter of the book.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEqAtz9z9rYh_kJZ6yADfe621tP-v4hwsBwGAUqRMlytHqdqjZs0wANVcaFoWuSA73LtpqfET04TYQK7mf7BOdg2Xtg7jEuLFl-u4nS8DvW8_IN4dUwOgADztY2xiRJzp3HVsjC8hcpI/s1600-h/E1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEqAtz9z9rYh_kJZ6yADfe621tP-v4hwsBwGAUqRMlytHqdqjZs0wANVcaFoWuSA73LtpqfET04TYQK7mf7BOdg2Xtg7jEuLFl-u4nS8DvW8_IN4dUwOgADztY2xiRJzp3HVsjC8hcpI/s400/E1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134195121452168658" border="0" /></a><br />Follop is their excuse to turn this book into dangerous space adventure journey. We will be accosted by monsters, space rocks, and dangerous martians. The Commander's cousin Colin is here somewhere, and he's just as dumb as the Commander, so let's not find him. We must make careful decisions!<br /><br />Like this SOS for example: Do we (T) Attempt to Aid the Sender of the SOS, or (U) Leave them to their Grizzly Demise and investigate the light beam instead? Remember, there are no wrong answers, only answers that result in incredible wrongness that makes you rue the day. And in this last quarter of the book, things get very, very wrong.<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 23<br />Non-Endings: AV BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q AA AB AH AI AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q AA AB AH AI AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P AA AG AN BA BE BG AV</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-45120874692044026582007-11-17T22:41:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:11.377-05:00Branch S: Spacecraft SwarmAlright folks, I hope you're prepared for this one. It's going to get messy. When we last left off, we had a choice between weapons or no weapons. Because it is my nature, we will charge in there, guns blazing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7pgaLQ9p22vp9COk-nCbE0gm2susDY2GWope8ATWzMrUz9yQCoF5LVzQH3-hSOt-gEViiqUzhvYbaU-j6_6brSSjp8DAaEKZ84c8xAAQ169lm65V5qixpaLhHtc_vIdiN1bK_JEewZI/s1600-h/AV1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7pgaLQ9p22vp9COk-nCbE0gm2susDY2GWope8ATWzMrUz9yQCoF5LVzQH3-hSOt-gEViiqUzhvYbaU-j6_6brSSjp8DAaEKZ84c8xAAQ169lm65V5qixpaLhHtc_vIdiN1bK_JEewZI/s400/AV1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022425112163778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Oh, who am I kidding. Every time we come up with a good idea, the book defeats us with some form of stupidity. This is like playing a game of D&D with a DM who breaks all the game rules in the interest of weaving a complicated narrative ripped straight from his bad Sailor Moon fanfiction.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXWCNtxJ_bLLNb7is8Y_uTccehmJY6gaX5uqTX6fhNoWtA6cbMlA2EAM7I0MFBxUsM7sBkpw-UI-tnr5R-5lgkvlm-PCe5f-hkPbAig5mVQdqo0yXzik7bQEHBGTDYu8b_dW3kdbkWsc/s1600-h/AV2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXWCNtxJ_bLLNb7is8Y_uTccehmJY6gaX5uqTX6fhNoWtA6cbMlA2EAM7I0MFBxUsM7sBkpw-UI-tnr5R-5lgkvlm-PCe5f-hkPbAig5mVQdqo0yXzik7bQEHBGTDYu8b_dW3kdbkWsc/s400/AV2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022322032948658" border="0" /></a><br />Rendoxoll joins the party! Game over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb11bR6o4RuxLDB2t8qYNT3Y_TAsvtNsTQTJo61UIMBx666x6H8Ds2YEXXk8qucx5aa-iHWcfkz9O1orSZZfcRbqzvYlLKvl_7xUXPjYY-vTNwWIRAkJGD6Ukw2cAWDcY0Ev6H9ehpisA/s1600-h/garciancide.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb11bR6o4RuxLDB2t8qYNT3Y_TAsvtNsTQTJo61UIMBx666x6H8Ds2YEXXk8qucx5aa-iHWcfkz9O1orSZZfcRbqzvYlLKvl_7xUXPjYY-vTNwWIRAkJGD6Ukw2cAWDcY0Ev6H9ehpisA/s400/garciancide.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021432974718322" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br />Ending AV:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Well. Let's not do that. Clearly, it's just Rendoxoll, so if we decide not to be armed, it will still be Rendoxoll, right? Well, this book doesn't feel compelled to use logic, but we'll try it anyway.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY970zovVQoLPioD0AQz4kv7M6z3T80IwscGab0W0Y9Gsa9Ong6QqF2_ElUf5hjUz5A93SDaMDzp8es9LA1cAluUjwjXIYF3r97_TDlGe9zk2vKqr99L3wDndtVYxm9kQaLhD42z1u4Rk/s1600-h/AW1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY970zovVQoLPioD0AQz4kv7M6z3T80IwscGab0W0Y9Gsa9Ong6QqF2_ElUf5hjUz5A93SDaMDzp8es9LA1cAluUjwjXIYF3r97_TDlGe9zk2vKqr99L3wDndtVYxm9kQaLhD42z1u4Rk/s400/AW1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022042860074402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thankfully (???), it's just Rendoxoll. Here's an entire page about how awesome Rendoxoll is supposed to be, and how the Commander has pictures of Rendoxoll all over his bedroom. What it fails to mention is that Rendoxoll really hid because he was tired of the Commander stalking him and exposing himself. Brilliant AI Robot didn't need to see that, Commander.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtj4AK0p9RuloANstA0wb1f2tOhSvwAMWOQiiz1-wvwHSo0sW3bm0pZ8KJhaSWtHJY0dTZcnSH_5YDFpv3z3c-RJLuAfH0u_yAxP2ZlfD-qx_s3n8Ue8wutDNdoIbNA51F_DhFx9lAKZ4/s1600-h/AW2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtj4AK0p9RuloANstA0wb1f2tOhSvwAMWOQiiz1-wvwHSo0sW3bm0pZ8KJhaSWtHJY0dTZcnSH_5YDFpv3z3c-RJLuAfH0u_yAxP2ZlfD-qx_s3n8Ue8wutDNdoIbNA51F_DhFx9lAKZ4/s400/AW2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021944075826578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hahaha, wow. Look at that grin. What a jerk. Not only is he better than us at, well, everything, but he's snide about it too. Wearing these novelty eyeglasses that look like giant letters reading "Checkpoint Reached", we're sure to find the Evil Power Master in this crowd, and look like idiots. Novelty eyeglasses for everybody!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyQiuaNl3m8wOni3CV6JiaTDkD0ZocEk00SabMDKt3MU6aAGTN_av4X8ZFWHBFJmEhrHf4lUiY4HSZ54y2SWYR01VnjntfpiDPpfQy-Trb16kWEeshFL515nGZI9JTiv-QIWG0QpYxSQ/s1600-h/AW3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyQiuaNl3m8wOni3CV6JiaTDkD0ZocEk00SabMDKt3MU6aAGTN_av4X8ZFWHBFJmEhrHf4lUiY4HSZ54y2SWYR01VnjntfpiDPpfQy-Trb16kWEeshFL515nGZI9JTiv-QIWG0QpYxSQ/s400/AW3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021656313017730" border="0" /></a><br />"NO!", shouts the Evil Power Master, as several droids hold hands and encircle him in a peace ring or hug or some other touchy-feely crap. The electro-hug defeats the unstoppable evil of the Power Master, and you throw him into zero gravity, hoping that will hold him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb11bR6o4RuxLDB2t8qYNT3Y_TAsvtNsTQTJo61UIMBx666x6H8Ds2YEXXk8qucx5aa-iHWcfkz9O1orSZZfcRbqzvYlLKvl_7xUXPjYY-vTNwWIRAkJGD6Ukw2cAWDcY0Ev6H9ehpisA/s1600-h/garciancide.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb11bR6o4RuxLDB2t8qYNT3Y_TAsvtNsTQTJo61UIMBx666x6H8Ds2YEXXk8qucx5aa-iHWcfkz9O1orSZZfcRbqzvYlLKvl_7xUXPjYY-vTNwWIRAkJGD6Ukw2cAWDcY0Ev6H9ehpisA/s400/garciancide.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021432974718322" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br />Ending AW:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Victory<br /><br />Well folks, I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that we caught the Evil Power Master again. The bad news is that was the last victory ending in the whole book, and we still have 9 endings left to go.<br />Let the good times roll! Landing was stupid. Landing made us see Rendoxoll. We're gonna reconnoiter instead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeS3i94tQuV5V8eqeZG2dqDT6p0u-FBK4ikTp6AqVxfd_cTb2Cdzvc6ODPd-jddlzkbvE8Ld5p3gGV4nje7l0WyDbx4gu210AxDPkzkOgeMoGyB-l8TTkfTtroHS0Z9FfvgMNpJAVeHEg/s1600-h/S1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeS3i94tQuV5V8eqeZG2dqDT6p0u-FBK4ikTp6AqVxfd_cTb2Cdzvc6ODPd-jddlzkbvE8Ld5p3gGV4nje7l0WyDbx4gu210AxDPkzkOgeMoGyB-l8TTkfTtroHS0Z9FfvgMNpJAVeHEg/s400/S1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134020994888054114" border="0" /></a><br />You float around the dumb spaceship for three hours, giving the inhabitants plenty of time to scramble a swarm of spacecraft to encircle us, and laugh at us, and make fun of the Commander (and his Mother).<br /><br />Now we're talkin! We can (AH) Shoot Everybody, or (AI) Don't Shoot Everybody. Don't pick AI, because I hated that movie.<br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 21<br />Non-Endings: AV BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT AW<br />Failure Endings: P Q AA AB AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q AA AB AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P AA AG AN BA BE BG AV<br /></span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-90947575695448792312007-11-17T17:18:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:11.777-05:00Branch AF: Good Riddance to Hard ManWhen we last left off, we were about to fly into a bright white light. Suddenly, we are struck with our usual amount of cowardice, and attempt to run for it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMJbr36HbxL4lKUrsOs7MB27lXn65MxDHWLIA9fdps3fBE2Ve4epv5DRdV9sMu5_nMWsUPodTE2BVKtkTk0q2rwehrGbzWAbnXOc-QDocwr8a1LTZUVc1fYPWN6I2Ceu3ePpVGzqSnHs/s1600-h/AG1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMJbr36HbxL4lKUrsOs7MB27lXn65MxDHWLIA9fdps3fBE2Ve4epv5DRdV9sMu5_nMWsUPodTE2BVKtkTk0q2rwehrGbzWAbnXOc-QDocwr8a1LTZUVc1fYPWN6I2Ceu3ePpVGzqSnHs/s400/AG1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133938157853816146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh boy. We got hit with a Slow Ray/Tractor Beam/Wilford Brimley. Just what we needed. We're not getting enough Oxygen to begin with, making us stupid, and now they're going to lower that, making us even dumber than before.<br />Meet Rendoxoll, another companion from the Purple Days War. Rendoxoll is a highly intelligent AI in this story. As such, he will be dumb as toast, because he is in this book. He fires slow rays at people and giggles to himself for fun.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1myBTbc5rOXgTsBL_zdh7ECQItzPlFWTQGuJiKm3o3DWLwR8N0g_5COPlGa9secGRpWAYGK1uADBKyPbTZcbW6bsElRWaiylOXn1nlRPYAiNSZrUOvMs-Kl4oR8169eFOJl1KnTngBI/s1600-h/AG2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1myBTbc5rOXgTsBL_zdh7ECQItzPlFWTQGuJiKm3o3DWLwR8N0g_5COPlGa9secGRpWAYGK1uADBKyPbTZcbW6bsElRWaiylOXn1nlRPYAiNSZrUOvMs-Kl4oR8169eFOJl1KnTngBI/s400/AG2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133937994645058882" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately, he's still way more competent than we are. He caught the Evil Power Master, and stole his Evil Power Hat. Now he just looks silly. Rendoxoll makes us look like an idiot, but hey, if the shoe fits.<br /><br /><b>Ending AG:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Victory/What-The-Hell<br /><br /><br />Well, if we run like cowards, we get a good ending (there's only one left in the book now). But maybe if we press bravely forward, we will find other rewards!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGrj0jatwV2BhfWVnDwsPp5pHCas0FrXg0IANE_v_VfJAmWtxn9-iUEKtdJdAoq_uFr9CCC4l48iKZbLowSKsBuWzUypOW6DweuGs0M0Un6gXM6RlfUPUQd5wKHOpX33NqCtO97RZnlI/s1600-h/AF1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGrj0jatwV2BhfWVnDwsPp5pHCas0FrXg0IANE_v_VfJAmWtxn9-iUEKtdJdAoq_uFr9CCC4l48iKZbLowSKsBuWzUypOW6DweuGs0M0Un6gXM6RlfUPUQd5wKHOpX33NqCtO97RZnlI/s400/AF1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133937517903689010" border="0" /></a><br />I wonder what system he's talking about, the fate of which is in our hands; I would guess the Dewey Decimal System.<br />Meanwhile, Hard Man goes maverick and dashes away from the capsule as if he knows exactly what's going on. Stupid robot. There's no accounting for his incredibly stupid behavior over the course of the book and frankly I'm glad we're rid of him.<br /><br />The mystery continues! We're going outside to investigate, With Weapons (AV) or Without (AW)!<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 19<br />Non-Endings: BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AG AR AT<br />Failure Endings: P Q AA AB AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q AA AB AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P AA AG AN BA BE BG</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-18932320829874044572007-11-17T10:32:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:11.935-05:00Branch R: White LandingSure, let's land on an unknown Death Star looking thing. Why not.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUjQub-mUn2UzaaxshVqkmmaNbOHOMW-87efMeNvk1rtgewIflfuXZCcy9iThQNUhHMrPrrD9NplQa8-63pyt4fzTwumNbW1JjZGsvRXHnwEvAXLP8F0bSpHMu1YKw3r__EQBlYM60Vo/s1600-h/R1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUjQub-mUn2UzaaxshVqkmmaNbOHOMW-87efMeNvk1rtgewIflfuXZCcy9iThQNUhHMrPrrD9NplQa8-63pyt4fzTwumNbW1JjZGsvRXHnwEvAXLP8F0bSpHMu1YKw3r__EQBlYM60Vo/s400/R1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133832828075848994" border="0" /></a><br />Let's land in a potentially dangerous spaceship... oh no! There's white light in there! <b>I'm scared of the white light!</b> Weep weep cry cry!<br /><br />I hate Flppto so much. And the Commander. Well, here's yet another choice. Do we (AF) Land in a white lighted hangar, perhaps lit with florescent lights, or do we (AG) run away because we are scared? At least Hard Man isn't crying like an idiot.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-32450829648275310922007-11-16T07:24:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:12.428-05:00Branch I: Total Lack of Nuclear DevastationWell, everyone wants to join the Evil Power Master. Not like we have a whole lotta choice here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3dsOYtXONNz_8gVK96h9qEng59QQnCaOxuz54ie90YiIlQnedgXG5IZ00obmSnjxu4kk7DAXja7FGb66TfxcBFOp_ckcTtoKQUN8xwVjDY5RmY8NF74Tymhh7p3rsV5u1DQh6cM8WUU/s1600-h/P1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3dsOYtXONNz_8gVK96h9qEng59QQnCaOxuz54ie90YiIlQnedgXG5IZ00obmSnjxu4kk7DAXja7FGb66TfxcBFOp_ckcTtoKQUN8xwVjDY5RmY8NF74Tymhh7p3rsV5u1DQh6cM8WUU/s400/P1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415769571538194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What then, Commander? I'll tell you what: We'll transport you into a glass bubble, where you'll find out I'm 3 people with confused expressions, and you will get to stay in the bubble, where we will take over the universe, and play Canasta, for all eternity.<br /><br /><b>Ending P:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Hmm. That's not so good. I'm terrible at Canasta, I don't even know the rules or correct spelling. Let's defy him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjok4-VbuHoTs6kn_38cDVibjfAvh4jGQ0hJeGyAmV9pWTsZWrNWWkan70MzD826EKS_7JwYoBP9sv1y32T9i11_jwjmWUB4y40UjGteqIP6YJQU9NPUhltqT3-_hOHymZp-yMhqxRrhqs/s1600-h/Q1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjok4-VbuHoTs6kn_38cDVibjfAvh4jGQ0hJeGyAmV9pWTsZWrNWWkan70MzD826EKS_7JwYoBP9sv1y32T9i11_jwjmWUB4y40UjGteqIP6YJQU9NPUhltqT3-_hOHymZp-yMhqxRrhqs/s400/Q1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415520463435010" border="0" /></a><br />This surprises no one. And he's right, we're idiots.<br /><br /><b>Ending Q:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br />As much as we wanted to split up with Flppto, that never actually happened. His idea was terrible. Photoshop Flppto getting mauled by bears. Let's override his stupidity and do things our way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaw3YhNLJt2q90MgJriOwReWtdWVVIJrBLrftLtEmvsG32jVJ8Hmx_OZ0U2aA1b_eta1hzv7CCExkrjDc4ksJ9e2mIm-ZNheOKz-eeg7bBPkVnFKhNVb15ejW6bpqfDGC-4Utd4Bjw0k/s1600-h/I1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaw3YhNLJt2q90MgJriOwReWtdWVVIJrBLrftLtEmvsG32jVJ8Hmx_OZ0U2aA1b_eta1hzv7CCExkrjDc4ksJ9e2mIm-ZNheOKz-eeg7bBPkVnFKhNVb15ejW6bpqfDGC-4Utd4Bjw0k/s400/I1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133414730189452466" border="0" /></a><br />Whoa whoa whoa, whoa... hold up. You mean to tell me the Rapid Force has <i>nuclear devastators</i> and you're <i>leaving them behind</i>? We deserve nothing but failure for this. I mean, we're not even gonna be on our own planet. Why Shouldn't we nuclear devastate the Evil Power Master?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7Qmu5DJMXX4bM3OmQQK9JMRPscBdUeHlJpESNlCGAS-putoikJVbNo2brg9FpaWETddD4H6iXYMFDP4zkyI0vY4y52egywAJobpxvkj4-EvNP42fji_Ok_yTGC9FvcOTmmxOtbgXNMQ/s1600-h/I2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7Qmu5DJMXX4bM3OmQQK9JMRPscBdUeHlJpESNlCGAS-putoikJVbNo2brg9FpaWETddD4H6iXYMFDP4zkyI0vY4y52egywAJobpxvkj4-EvNP42fji_Ok_yTGC9FvcOTmmxOtbgXNMQ/s400/I2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413299965342882" border="0" /></a>Oh joy... a Death Star. Maybe we could Nuclear Devastate that? Maybe we could turn around, go get the devastators, and then devastate. I'm still angry about leaving those. And these losers want to mill around or land? Forget that. Space is a lawless frontier with inexplicable phenomenon and uncertain motives, where the only true answer to any given problem is Nuclear Devastation. This is a load of poo.<br /><br />We have two utterly lame choices: Branch R will have us land on the Death Star. Branch S will have us meander around looking at stuff. Neither will initiate nuclear devastation or get Flppto and the droid murdered. This bites.<br /><br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 18<br />Non-Endings: BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: P Q AA AB AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: Q AA AB AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: P AA AN BA BE BG</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-15869659309639617082007-11-15T22:20:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:12.764-05:00Branch H: A Dire Choice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6TtXP9YxH6GYDn1_1FHsgNeFQso_mqkMTPFSgMDTxTssaoWOct_wIbpT6gvLR8OsSysZX-jT23hRwkEno4gK4XsMtyMFrtFFNLrwThLVNxaFfDvuEmWnT8q40zirL3fiE77dg8zSIks/s1600-h/H1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6TtXP9YxH6GYDn1_1FHsgNeFQso_mqkMTPFSgMDTxTssaoWOct_wIbpT6gvLR8OsSysZX-jT23hRwkEno4gK4XsMtyMFrtFFNLrwThLVNxaFfDvuEmWnT8q40zirL3fiE77dg8zSIks/s400/H1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133273150887507090" border="0" /></a><br />This is it folks, the long awaited pictures of Flppto. There he is, the guy in the upper left. What a loser. He wields the power of Gangly. And his amazing plan is to have us fly through space, in a cold vacuum, following Hard Man. Worse, we're actually going to go through with this plan?<br />We are going to Die.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-OxDe1AZ-TYs39ZGOpTtpFfs4SJWymT1qhRH07uEe9lzYffbkhxzbLgu3cvSks_vOEYHyskLd0bzChjsRndVK0aAEc7tmyRdT8Zlkkq0xay-cz5dA48ssg_tnJqIOG7C-Iw5blP31I8/s1600-h/H2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-OxDe1AZ-TYs39ZGOpTtpFfs4SJWymT1qhRH07uEe9lzYffbkhxzbLgu3cvSks_vOEYHyskLd0bzChjsRndVK0aAEc7tmyRdT8Zlkkq0xay-cz5dA48ssg_tnJqIOG7C-Iw5blP31I8/s400/H2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133273043513324674" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah. I called that one. Follow this stupid plan, get attacked by Light. A beam of Light. Photon Cannon or some jazz like that. The good news is that Hard Man and Flppto are going to die. The bad news is that we might, too.<br /><br />A dire choice is proposed! Do we (Branch P) concede defeat and join the Evil Power Master as a lackey, or (Branch Q) refuse his offer, and surely die?Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-63935819988675197422007-11-15T07:23:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:13.075-05:00Branch D: Tracking the Void Beam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppH2FE3yveig6LLWxBw2EQNYANy2qlQ3HOzX82kF3lv1dd2w1EZIjbk1sBJkDifuZY6bpp1azgmIX_jeXz7ULCvI5bkUOXnfqRQHwz_EJ1uvsLCqfwCN9WgEDGUq19ll_uR_pxmOZAAU/s1600-h/D1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppH2FE3yveig6LLWxBw2EQNYANy2qlQ3HOzX82kF3lv1dd2w1EZIjbk1sBJkDifuZY6bpp1azgmIX_jeXz7ULCvI5bkUOXnfqRQHwz_EJ1uvsLCqfwCN9WgEDGUq19ll_uR_pxmOZAAU/s400/D1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133042077352014962" border="0" /></a><br />That's a lie. That's a terrible spaceship, a terrible droid, and worse, a terrible Martian. They're going to shoot us into the empty space of a void. Is anyone else getting worried?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFs6voWwk82oIE9IeX3VqIBEcvMD_B3FpnaHv2Nky80gKVl7VndYwINX_PEZEvo2dQtp7wjY3cuNQR8ziUkqUya8sY9ykXNa7j0EVBv-MYePUpOpW6HYiFAcTPXIZWx6Eo7J81NcDocag/s1600-h/D2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFs6voWwk82oIE9IeX3VqIBEcvMD_B3FpnaHv2Nky80gKVl7VndYwINX_PEZEvo2dQtp7wjY3cuNQR8ziUkqUya8sY9ykXNa7j0EVBv-MYePUpOpW6HYiFAcTPXIZWx6Eo7J81NcDocag/s400/D2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133041931323126882" border="0" /></a><br />Martians are like vulcans I guess, except they're impulsive and useless morons (much like the Commander). Flppto is actually recommending we split up. This is a pretty good idea, because it means we'll have less Flppto to deal with. On the other hand, we could override his suggestion and maybe make him unhappy. That's also a pretty good idea. This is a win-win scenario! Well, it would be, except I doubt there are any victory endings at the end of either path.<br /><br />Do we (H) Leave Flppto to his own devices and split up or (I) make Flppto continue to suffer our company?<br /><br />Keep in mind that Android Hell is a real place where you will be sent at the first sign of defiance.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-60195999560833732822007-11-14T07:27:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:13.382-05:00Branch B: Thoughtless Speed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EV8j1r3DVTl3IJw-xMEyDbNTeQLxNu0l-J17OC4jHYntvI3J30V6-OgjJfWtoVBH8D8ADGcpMxVmKB8XMqKSwdvuaKWGn6M_yFaQd0PKT_SeTlj35YCC5Il6-WDGJMzh1jSzv_H6v6A/s1600-h/B1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EV8j1r3DVTl3IJw-xMEyDbNTeQLxNu0l-J17OC4jHYntvI3J30V6-OgjJfWtoVBH8D8ADGcpMxVmKB8XMqKSwdvuaKWGn6M_yFaQd0PKT_SeTlj35YCC5Il6-WDGJMzh1jSzv_H6v6A/s400/B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132672280942431762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Travel by speed of thought, from point A to point B, for the Commander and Flppto takes 27 minutes. I just want you to think about that for a minute. Speed of thought for most people is pretty fast. If we <i>could</i> think ourselves to another location, it'd be pretty snappy. But it takes these idiots 27 minutes. Therein lies our problem. Also, the Commander can't even do it right without breaking something. He probably connected his spleen to his throat. It's a wonder the fool is even still alive.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9kcXYeAhWaaVJ0ybaOKkEFNahixGo3qCn1edT4_nUi7ED7CQ6PGg6rO13qFNTXS1olq09MX3672WMDzYVHIOFALTMkUcCiTxzOLbI9DOqrGShFIuKmK_SXgr_cttS6T0IOdbh2o1f9o/s1600-h/B2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9kcXYeAhWaaVJ0ybaOKkEFNahixGo3qCn1edT4_nUi7ED7CQ6PGg6rO13qFNTXS1olq09MX3672WMDzYVHIOFALTMkUcCiTxzOLbI9DOqrGShFIuKmK_SXgr_cttS6T0IOdbh2o1f9o/s400/B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132672113438707202" border="0" /></a><br />Faaantastic. The last time we followed a beam of light anywhere, it turned out to be an Old-Beam that kills us instantly. How about you go first, Sartan.<br /><br />Sadly enough, we have to venture to (D) The Void or Niro, or (E) Follop. Choose wisely, as each of these branches takes up an entire quarter of the book. We're gonna be there a while before we get to the other one. And maybe this time the places won't kill us instantly.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-75802996618200749922007-11-12T22:35:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:13.625-05:00Branch ???: HalftimeWhen we last left off, we had shot Flppto. This is a wonderful ending in and of itself, but unfortunately it is not an ending. No, now we have to endure another page no matter what we decide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2rg6m8K7q-yrNl2F1JKslHEMsL-1Onu20a5khZyC_OXLMb_T4cmWgbjJIigSRDH1kxUpcFGLEjZzTIVY-n6D6AzlKRJNPoxEHy1b9qEgJCBn0pCAidA1-XKP_WCBpulcLdcBqubRX2c/s1600-h/BG1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2rg6m8K7q-yrNl2F1JKslHEMsL-1Onu20a5khZyC_OXLMb_T4cmWgbjJIigSRDH1kxUpcFGLEjZzTIVY-n6D6AzlKRJNPoxEHy1b9qEgJCBn0pCAidA1-XKP_WCBpulcLdcBqubRX2c/s400/BG1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132164372558992002" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of fleeing back to headquarters, we attempt to give Flppto a patch job and keep exploring. So naturally, we are captured within seconds. And we have a healthy dose of resolve and willpower. It doesn't, however, change the fact that we have failed utterly and that the story has abruptly stopped. Worse, Flppto lives.<br /><br /><b>Ending BG:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/Failure/What-The-Hell<br /><br /><br /><br />That bites. Let's try the other ending, maybe Flppto will die this time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH57ViGEMvcenBfmXecaJH1mPExRO8jG151cE-GyoHpy7BcQOjAM-gzEsQPcUSBW_Ay_T3gtAAnruW1dUbWifkg_oQCm5NXlBlbbxv2LVL4XLIXj8Keki6IyotWeCQbmHR53HFZp-GcVc/s1600-h/BF1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH57ViGEMvcenBfmXecaJH1mPExRO8jG151cE-GyoHpy7BcQOjAM-gzEsQPcUSBW_Ay_T3gtAAnruW1dUbWifkg_oQCm5NXlBlbbxv2LVL4XLIXj8Keki6IyotWeCQbmHR53HFZp-GcVc/s400/BF1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132164157810627186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You drag Flppto back to base. He calls you a jerk. The recon teams scare off the Evil Power Master and he gets away. Worst. Commander. Ever.<br /><br /><b>Ending BF:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/Failure<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 16<br />Non-Endings: BB BE BF BG<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AN AP AS BA BC BD BF BG<br />Death Endings: AA AB AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA AN BA BE BG<br /></span><br />And we're at the halfway mark! 16 out of 30 endings are complete, and the book is half over! Next time, we answer the question... what if we didn't bother with Congress at all, and went to Sector 31-47-89?<br /><br />The second half of the book will bring us exciting new aggravations, insipid characters with uninspired writing, and the worst picture in the entire book.Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-39051223607422126592007-11-12T17:14:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:14.062-05:00Branch AZ: Unbridled GleeWell, clearly we should wait and see what happens here. No sense in shooting, we might not hit Flppto.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi4NM8oL8SJm4DF9-po9sOJtYhut5209z4L-hOBqRgQWykkka5KNSBFMRL47BM8Hh5Pqk9t7s7J_RlrVSTKSAvnYiByxh868PxpNMDapVD3BcOvVDDIeypv_xixyC1oJGD4ycZ6xBVdQ/s1600-h/BA1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNi4NM8oL8SJm4DF9-po9sOJtYhut5209z4L-hOBqRgQWykkka5KNSBFMRL47BM8Hh5Pqk9t7s7J_RlrVSTKSAvnYiByxh868PxpNMDapVD3BcOvVDDIeypv_xixyC1oJGD4ycZ6xBVdQ/s400/BA1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132082974338798178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Surprising no one, if we wait and see what causes the noise, it turns out to be nothing. This book is dynamic in a fashion guaranteed to punch you in the face no matter what happens. Speaking of being punched in the face, here are some inexplicable mutant horrors, because that's what Marine Biology is all about.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmQU7dkjLtUIc4k-7C-WxfMutcwb5s-o9g0CEBQ6T-U_Vm6DUQs5roAZDv0q-YILED4wxmSLd4AciQ1PEmGaYKUNpLW14aBslbPGFBNe5ppCY5OfOTdaWMXbtC8pgDLIriOAq8nuvkx0/s1600-h/BA2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmQU7dkjLtUIc4k-7C-WxfMutcwb5s-o9g0CEBQ6T-U_Vm6DUQs5roAZDv0q-YILED4wxmSLd4AciQ1PEmGaYKUNpLW14aBslbPGFBNe5ppCY5OfOTdaWMXbtC8pgDLIriOAq8nuvkx0/s400/BA2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132082330093703762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh boy. It's Flppto. Come to join us just in time to die. Good. And then suddenly, all this plot that was built up means nothing and another planet dies. We die, possibly. They don't die, probably. And none of this makes any damned sense at all.<br /><br /><b>Ending AZ:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death/What-The-Hell<br /><br /><br />Well. That was dumb. Why did they even bother with the mutant horrors. How did we even die? Whatever. Let's shoot and hope we hit Flppto this time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BCeh6Fy6GJCMQOUzTAe4YO8MrLNaLyMmFAUwWDGJZd8FGzoR0lpNe9T9t0WEnT3MhwL0pu7hwirXtL_f9m0bOvch-j1-PS1lelOfjfYQtjIeKRtZBasx__cFLt0wwwSYpFLPmJkijF8/s1600-h/AZ1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BCeh6Fy6GJCMQOUzTAe4YO8MrLNaLyMmFAUwWDGJZd8FGzoR0lpNe9T9t0WEnT3MhwL0pu7hwirXtL_f9m0bOvch-j1-PS1lelOfjfYQtjIeKRtZBasx__cFLt0wwwSYpFLPmJkijF8/s400/AZ1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081509754950210" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas has come early. We have waited for this moment all LP. We finally shot Flppto. This is amazing. Words cannot express how happy this makes me. Please draw your best "Commander Shooting Flppto" picture you can. I realize we haven't run across a good picture of Flppto yet (they're all in the other half of the book) but do it anyway.<br />We just shot Flppto. Hell yes. We have a couple options here. We could (BF) get Flppto a medical Evac, which is stupid, and I will hate you if you pick this, or (BG) apply a tourniquet to his neck and move onward, hoping our shoddy first aid gets him killed.<br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 14<br />Non-Endings: BB BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AN AP AS BA BC BD<br />Death Endings: AA AB AP AS BA BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA AN BA BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-86688199762284054582007-11-12T10:58:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:14.756-05:00Branch AO: Friend or FoePfft, we can handle this on our own, surely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp3LdnsDDgMLt_1lmYUt_BY_aM9Kg1b02MMoPtXA6o6BYwtv22JY_o7l3EUHSLPep-eD6etc6KCCprkdo646K5oBaIo53ax6dx7K8XHDsM48wubBFyQsIdq9Kmd0QU43Zpl6HYr4Inpk/s1600-h/AN1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp3LdnsDDgMLt_1lmYUt_BY_aM9Kg1b02MMoPtXA6o6BYwtv22JY_o7l3EUHSLPep-eD6etc6KCCprkdo646K5oBaIo53ax6dx7K8XHDsM48wubBFyQsIdq9Kmd0QU43Zpl6HYr4Inpk/s400/AN1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131985744869151282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, we're definitely in the right place at least. It's got the voice of Tara, refusing surrender (instead of shooting someone, so she is wasting time). It has secret access corridors everywhere and not so many fish. But best yet, robots. It's got robots, but they're not colored in. Maybe you guys could color in this picture.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK9BptU5DZedOdQRd8AXNNMdKRFBa0vcGpXnNWbWbFkEgwhAgIB0GB-ESaD6vvNsI7tHD7r5axk7c4B5-Qvmlr7oekcBVtJStpoOfXArJB_VFiVHsMaHHrqrTt9caBwKjArb1LPmfCUM/s1600-h/AN2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK9BptU5DZedOdQRd8AXNNMdKRFBa0vcGpXnNWbWbFkEgwhAgIB0GB-ESaD6vvNsI7tHD7r5axk7c4B5-Qvmlr7oekcBVtJStpoOfXArJB_VFiVHsMaHHrqrTt9caBwKjArb1LPmfCUM/s400/AN2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131985388386865698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are those three sketchy marine biologists again. They are up to no good. They too are wasting time. And so are we, for just watching them and not shooting them. We're lame.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ykUXtXaIduWoPgt6LBLYc5gejmmqWvrbLLGL5DtnTxWDKeHawwBnvv7RoSLl6A29kQWc7p8cDknOJjnJG7UhxWNyjLROwm7Lovfy-aIhr4Ajh39nmxuLgTCn3TU04upNcXyi56O11ZQ/s1600-h/AN3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ykUXtXaIduWoPgt6LBLYc5gejmmqWvrbLLGL5DtnTxWDKeHawwBnvv7RoSLl6A29kQWc7p8cDknOJjnJG7UhxWNyjLROwm7Lovfy-aIhr4Ajh39nmxuLgTCn3TU04upNcXyi56O11ZQ/s400/AN3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131985259537846802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At last the Evil Power Master is revealed, and so is our location, because we are a big stupid idiot. Instead of killing us, we get to watch as our precious Lacoon system is destroyed. Why aren't they killing us, anyway? Dolts.<br /><br /><b>Ending AN:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/What-The-Hell<br /><br /><br /><br />That didn't go so well. Looks like we ought to call Flppto.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujNu8alXqL4tyZh-woJNpbr0cCu2UYEJAxBlXbFEfJLQmfnmfQgGEEnCAmGRkM8rJfQx8vN3_xrTy5OfRNA7PwgIdAupPCyV47a681R2zP0OqOknpvD7UAR4ON7d8Tf8aBFxSWl0GJls/s1600-h/AO1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujNu8alXqL4tyZh-woJNpbr0cCu2UYEJAxBlXbFEfJLQmfnmfQgGEEnCAmGRkM8rJfQx8vN3_xrTy5OfRNA7PwgIdAupPCyV47a681R2zP0OqOknpvD7UAR4ON7d8Tf8aBFxSWl0GJls/s400/AO1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984881580724738" border="0" /></a><br />Convinced we're too useless and pathetic to do this on our own, we have to summon Flppto to help us. The Commander has self-esteem issues, issues which can only be rectified through the magic of Thunderdome. Two man enter, one man leave. This book needs more Thunderdome, because it has none.<br /><br />We, on the other hand, have another ridiculous decision. Do we (AZ) Shoot at what is probably Flppto (Oh please say yes) or do we (BA) Wait and See (and Die)?<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 13<br />Non-Endings: BB BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AN AP AS BC BD<br />Death Endings: AA AB AP AS BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA AN BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-81207330959731333932007-11-11T10:25:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:15.195-05:00Branch X: More Lying to Marine BiologistsBecause this is clearly Knight Boat, we will be unstoppable if we use it to escape, until we get to land (when we will use a canal, fjord, or inlet to progress).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4vKVa3IR42wL7k0jz5CAFD_Dhy9WVYAtsUiJ08aPemBpptWOETw0cTXvDgruGfvPddUy1CrFvVkvhpMnL5p8aNqAb5RXgluiDxwyYah5KrBGUcen0gz6qvVRkdSHCxdGspIuv7d2_uA/s1600-h/BB1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4vKVa3IR42wL7k0jz5CAFD_Dhy9WVYAtsUiJ08aPemBpptWOETw0cTXvDgruGfvPddUy1CrFvVkvhpMnL5p8aNqAb5RXgluiDxwyYah5KrBGUcen0gz6qvVRkdSHCxdGspIuv7d2_uA/s400/BB1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131605026083131890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We escape from the Marine Biology Stronghold of Evil only to create a protracted siege situation later. The Evil Power Master escapes, and the Commander is an idiot. The book ends, nothing resolved.<br /><br /><b>Ending BB:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending<br /><br />That blows. Let's hide under the dock instead.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSag4PdUpSQLvIAWjKRpmfuxB0qDVwASywDo_5iCU4_iC_5ag-q5OSRFPyMZ-IS0kZ0FnhA4ng0zLs0QLODXLbSBCUzu3HKnykZTgLclkTA1XVFP__seF6B5lmvegPEdTWwW5QJJrkW4A/s1600-h/BC1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSag4PdUpSQLvIAWjKRpmfuxB0qDVwASywDo_5iCU4_iC_5ag-q5OSRFPyMZ-IS0kZ0FnhA4ng0zLs0QLODXLbSBCUzu3HKnykZTgLclkTA1XVFP__seF6B5lmvegPEdTWwW5QJJrkW4A/s400/BC1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131604828514636258" border="0" /></a><br />We're captured. Everyone gives up because it turns out we were the only person with a spine in the entire star system (lotta invertebrate species here) and they have no will of their own. The Evil Power Master wins. We do not win because we are a skeleton. Skeletons are never winners.<br /><br />We need a series of Public Service Announcement posters with pictures of skeletons with captions or people pointing at them announcing "You're no Winner!".<br /><br /><b>Ending BC:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br />Clearly sitting at the table while Marc goes and commits nefarious deeds of Marine Biology was a mistake. Smalltalk over coffee only leads to failure and death. Let's try to follow Mark, belatedly.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBqVpkWztzrskVCrrCOxAKgk5l2K6b2lxEVcU4bkDonBOLT-51YW6QQ2GDLcaVcxBHl30_3cyXVG408SYaMaRpbg4ITZ5NO5DIbcbZFrKf9fHLVadkGzNc00j7-GSxdXnWlmAcqno5rI/s1600-h/X1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBqVpkWztzrskVCrrCOxAKgk5l2K6b2lxEVcU4bkDonBOLT-51YW6QQ2GDLcaVcxBHl30_3cyXVG408SYaMaRpbg4ITZ5NO5DIbcbZFrKf9fHLVadkGzNc00j7-GSxdXnWlmAcqno5rI/s400/X1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131604682485748178" border="0" /></a><br />Clearly we forgot about the terror of the Marine Biology gang initiation rites. Strange things can happen at a Fish Institute, like fish swimming around. Doesn't get stranger than that. Maybe they're growing Metroid. Maybe they're trying to breed the Evil Power Master a Metroid large enough for him to wear as a hat.<br /><br />Decision Time! Let's follow Marc (AN) or let's cry and weep and call Flppto for help because he's clearly more competent than we are (AO).<br /><b><br />Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 10<br />Non-Endings: BB BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AP AS BC BD<br />Death Endings: AA AB AP AS BC BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-90859662743686875452007-11-10T11:24:00.002-05:002008-12-09T01:26:15.882-05:00Branch AQ: Running Away From Scary Marine BiologistsI just want to remind everyone here that as of right now, we don't have very good proof that these people are in league with the Evil Power Master. We have hunches, sure, and we made smalltalk over coffee, but these could just as easily be (NAME OF GROUP REMOVED DUE TO PRESSING LEGAL ACTION).<br /><br />So let's just follow Jose. Why panic?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfU771wOeEI5QQx5alWdQ0bUAGjsJ-Gn0624g53ubDZrnEr1-ns3hdvnKjVgIPOvl0JOMp9rCUAFtjFb5nzn216S3rdkWEUKccQEDgEibdlxgK0ETe6XECKrbtYnSBXTJjTtyrwj8qF4/s1600-h/AP1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfU771wOeEI5QQx5alWdQ0bUAGjsJ-Gn0624g53ubDZrnEr1-ns3hdvnKjVgIPOvl0JOMp9rCUAFtjFb5nzn216S3rdkWEUKccQEDgEibdlxgK0ETe6XECKrbtYnSBXTJjTtyrwj8qF4/s400/AP1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131249115028214210" border="0" /></a><br />Because the marine biologists hate us and have brought us into a room with 6 cons. That's a pretty good reason to panic. This is one of the more unpleasant ends we've run into. Maybe they want to play Parcheesi? No. No they do not. Oww.<br /><br />It is a sad thing our adventures have ended here.<br /><b>Ending AP:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Death/Failure<br /><br />You know what? Running away seems like a good idea now. I don't know why they're trying to murder us, but clearly Marine Biology is a field with a seedy underbelly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWQNBbigXY2J043g4bu6sR9rV07UytWA6uhD9Iv6qoMPVeOjcOd1RH7nO_CxRYa8UfumLoTzv5ht3JuDEFYja7p6gpzSSyPXF7X1hqR7G0zpP0vMSBHcrlBjAp0q54x3vZwBkvjTsBSA/s1600-h/AQ1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWQNBbigXY2J043g4bu6sR9rV07UytWA6uhD9Iv6qoMPVeOjcOd1RH7nO_CxRYa8UfumLoTzv5ht3JuDEFYja7p6gpzSSyPXF7X1hqR7G0zpP0vMSBHcrlBjAp0q54x3vZwBkvjTsBSA/s400/AQ1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131248732776124850" border="0" /></a>Like a bad date, you escape through the bathroom. Also like a bad date, someone is yelling "Stop! Stop where you are! There is no escape.". We run to the docks past lasers, in a pathetic attempt to escape before the marine biologists tell us more about the fish.<br /><br />We're either going to escape in a boat (BB) or hide under a dock (BC). And we're never going to Sea World again.<br /><br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 10<br />Non-Endings: BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AP AS BD<br />Death Endings: AA AB AP AS BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-60418241547227419212007-11-08T21:55:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:16.559-05:00Branch Y: Exciting Dialogue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4GFn_7jRGv3e-nI3BpoYLOy6Tq2Wt-MuHMtLeqvDUE1NtyFs-NoEUlEXPRtXDdKmxUAJu9UVmR6akR8f69tWP9g7__XQJIWFo1tm9WGqU_BVHVMtW6QBhFIOEMcsjMCrBiD27lYaoKI/s1600-h/Y1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4GFn_7jRGv3e-nI3BpoYLOy6Tq2Wt-MuHMtLeqvDUE1NtyFs-NoEUlEXPRtXDdKmxUAJu9UVmR6akR8f69tWP9g7__XQJIWFo1tm9WGqU_BVHVMtW6QBhFIOEMcsjMCrBiD27lYaoKI/s400/Y1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130668942255935826" border="0" /></a> I lied. There is no exciting dialogue here. Instead, this is what we call "Meaningless smalltalk over coffee".<br /><br />We could Follow Jose (Branch AP) and look at some filtration tanks. Or you can stall for time against the dangerous marine biologists (Branch AQ), thus proving that you are insane.<br /><br />Or, we could have scary picture Jamboree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9AQN5nDPCY8UafJovr9QDYJvJdwW-QqfuyAAx2hooAsl5jpTYGVHPkAi2MXMCXYm5bl8AWaJFqizKU0SmvwCKy2uuXTwiV0wMb-stj50D4g_sOPfULSTmmSPUMyJ8_avTWmdKopq08M/s1600-h/crotch.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9AQN5nDPCY8UafJovr9QDYJvJdwW-QqfuyAAx2hooAsl5jpTYGVHPkAi2MXMCXYm5bl8AWaJFqizKU0SmvwCKy2uuXTwiV0wMb-stj50D4g_sOPfULSTmmSPUMyJ8_avTWmdKopq08M/s400/crotch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130670406839783826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8G-4XKcdWPwnnAPm1_Y6Mj7L5BxddBLaWMzAyD2Wa2Shayb61SZRm9L8LEjezP0uyZBf7XQuIX8h9e0vGbMzHHhDEr7vfyVqc7aBcJryYuMsibuFq80Wu_EQQUxZj4DiQrcj4pXzcn6w/s1600-h/EPMrapeface.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8G-4XKcdWPwnnAPm1_Y6Mj7L5BxddBLaWMzAyD2Wa2Shayb61SZRm9L8LEjezP0uyZBf7XQuIX8h9e0vGbMzHHhDEr7vfyVqc7aBcJryYuMsibuFq80Wu_EQQUxZj4DiQrcj4pXzcn6w/s400/EPMrapeface.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130670089012203906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYUh6Kdw3J0KCVzBFxFve7DsQ1iUj7AMrH0fERr14If297gi8lwa21Z3LiV9EWe3AJ3nVnb3XaCkpB1Z7rKzo1A4ooQUKe_t5gH63mM9Cvn4MspRhFN1wcnZL-GONibZ_qZSLbLrackY/s1600-h/head2.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYUh6Kdw3J0KCVzBFxFve7DsQ1iUj7AMrH0fERr14If297gi8lwa21Z3LiV9EWe3AJ3nVnb3XaCkpB1Z7rKzo1A4ooQUKe_t5gH63mM9Cvn4MspRhFN1wcnZL-GONibZ_qZSLbLrackY/s400/head2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130670015997759858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdaGTw_HPyDRgWslnrYHDA4-r6qet3o1N_dhmzlyB0Veutdn-U_P9VqLP8Y2VqjI0nxWEg7R4nZjdOj0UY46WhFz7dFKHWCRhMk-Mwj_YNBUublYZBgg3B5GdJV1zJK7mZxbRSaEB-Do/s1600-h/PowerMasterSmall.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdaGTw_HPyDRgWslnrYHDA4-r6qet3o1N_dhmzlyB0Veutdn-U_P9VqLP8Y2VqjI0nxWEg7R4nZjdOj0UY46WhFz7dFKHWCRhMk-Mwj_YNBUublYZBgg3B5GdJV1zJK7mZxbRSaEB-Do/s400/PowerMasterSmall.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130669406112403810" border="0" /></a>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-32362122862689222122007-11-08T07:30:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:17.537-05:00Branch L: Lying to Marine BiologistsWell, let's see how our Metal Gear Flppto mission turns out if we, say, run the hell away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifR99p6s6GVAyFGCRtjOf3MjvJ-9OoREiACQ7bp0r2S6rIOO0CDkYsHdsGvhFSw1zI5jV7vTsLaWRrxk6v6XZy_usw_C7p75jKS6nhPy_iOTiifYoF3tMz4lZIYRcEDSdsGGxGXzVwD80/s1600-h/Z1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifR99p6s6GVAyFGCRtjOf3MjvJ-9OoREiACQ7bp0r2S6rIOO0CDkYsHdsGvhFSw1zI5jV7vTsLaWRrxk6v6XZy_usw_C7p75jKS6nhPy_iOTiifYoF3tMz4lZIYRcEDSdsGGxGXzVwD80/s400/Z1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130449258973712706" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br />.</b>..surprisingly well. Our fit of cowardice has given us a perfect view of the Evil Power Master going corporeal, and thus arrestable. Why we're arresting him and not shooting him (to death) is utterly beyond me. It seems like a bad idea, yes? Guess it's not really efficient for him to use his Focused Laser while he has three heads, and isn't a giant floating head.<br /><br /><b>Ending Z:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Victory<br /><br />Wow. We're really running through those victory endings pretty quickly. There are only two of those left... and yet 22 endings to go. Uh Oh.<br /><br />Now, I feel bad about us running away like that. Surely if we take the Solid Snake route against all adversity, we will be rewarded. Rewards... right?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8tT1qBRWcXE3Al2rL34_LQt8E18Obt6ORJhel4YGvdx_-OY04ZGBQfhEj5KwcgO_rCPGdzsdFec1gPDJddDaQJIYGNuZMv4O1NQwHU3F9t6pl1V_FQzNUDyqneHcxon5GXS6CeBFNCY/s1600-h/AA1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8tT1qBRWcXE3Al2rL34_LQt8E18Obt6ORJhel4YGvdx_-OY04ZGBQfhEj5KwcgO_rCPGdzsdFec1gPDJddDaQJIYGNuZMv4O1NQwHU3F9t6pl1V_FQzNUDyqneHcxon5GXS6CeBFNCY/s400/AA1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130449078585086258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Commander of the Rapid Force, master of trench warfare. Now let's see you breathe mustard gas, buddy. <i>I thought not.</i> More importantly, this is around the first page in the book where we aren't doing something inherently stupid. Maybe the book can keep up this kind of momentum.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jBDT0BD_SA_nmP5oT-myCEH-YaaEimH2zW6eL7jDqQQ3it_MPxRZXKxj0h9eL6s4YqSVXCNfmyDtTTOss4jDluQa4CyKsSEBjza_cKBcRb-l1G-ARPBNjXH5uQMpa1Kg-AVy9BHMI1A/s1600-h/AA2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jBDT0BD_SA_nmP5oT-myCEH-YaaEimH2zW6eL7jDqQQ3it_MPxRZXKxj0h9eL6s4YqSVXCNfmyDtTTOss4jDluQa4CyKsSEBjza_cKBcRb-l1G-ARPBNjXH5uQMpa1Kg-AVy9BHMI1A/s400/AA2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130448949736067362" border="0" /></a><br />It turns out the Evil Power Master was three marine biologists this entire time.<br />... And they would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for us damn teenagers and our talking Martian.<br />Hey, while you're at it, you guys ought to make the Evil Power Master one of the Scooby-Doo gang (but don't you dare photoshop him onto Velma (please don't, I will cry)).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4UPjq0Yhdo1DM6nb5ZQdKRQ9JKx-BTFM7GG9R8P0Kz98rUS_IKtDqOqoVFzM6-69TUTJd52NhQmnmdMW-UuHfLOux0kd_6obPn6fUWGHVV-kdf2rqr6Cx9v5YzNDc28VFizJVuywJ80/s1600-h/AA3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4UPjq0Yhdo1DM6nb5ZQdKRQ9JKx-BTFM7GG9R8P0Kz98rUS_IKtDqOqoVFzM6-69TUTJd52NhQmnmdMW-UuHfLOux0kd_6obPn6fUWGHVV-kdf2rqr6Cx9v5YzNDc28VFizJVuywJ80/s400/AA3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130448752167571714" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br />OH GOD.</b> It's getting all Cho Aniki up in here. Somehow many of you could see this coming... but... it turns out the Evil Power Master is three naked android monsters with glowing crotches. Also, we fail spectacularly. Also, this is the worst way to die in the entire book.<br /><br /><b>Ending AA:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Death/Failure/What-The-Hell<br /><br />Your photoshop homework is... argh...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-LcGVNHxms_ROzh3YwOGDMVYVFOYdUniRP_JKInDSTxDMMUa2-MLSsYcSlymqYwU2-JM569Q3grjIe1wcQ8QGyt5t795tVrsHMF-_YPlbQakQkK9Qhxmp_I5964zHZlfsfemvK6o24o/s1600-h/crotch.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-LcGVNHxms_ROzh3YwOGDMVYVFOYdUniRP_JKInDSTxDMMUa2-MLSsYcSlymqYwU2-JM569Q3grjIe1wcQ8QGyt5t795tVrsHMF-_YPlbQakQkK9Qhxmp_I5964zHZlfsfemvK6o24o/s400/crotch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130447248929018050" border="0" /></a><br /><b>FILL IN THE BLANK.</b><br /><br /><br />You know what? Metal Gear Flppto was a terrible plan. We're going to lie and pretend to be smart about fish.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR7eD46_AFTyctKqAECnyu0IJtb9jZ59-hSxEMC2sJHG1RRKlFeuKo2vjFAoYnK48Z-7AyqcWnGO88Jf3nqxqzlhiAErT1LnkO9RF8jORte7r7BoskMfsv8UZzYBx6mjVLG4J7nIr1Ws/s1600-h/L1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR7eD46_AFTyctKqAECnyu0IJtb9jZ59-hSxEMC2sJHG1RRKlFeuKo2vjFAoYnK48Z-7AyqcWnGO88Jf3nqxqzlhiAErT1LnkO9RF8jORte7r7BoskMfsv8UZzYBx6mjVLG4J7nIr1Ws/s400/L1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130448447224893682" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I like how this path didn't expose us to android crotch lasers. Things are looking up for the Commander of the Rapid Force! But our dinner with the other three, highly suspcious, probably not glow-crotch androids, marine biologists is interrupted by a sinister loudspeaker delivering a status report.<br /><br />Our new choices are (Branch X) lie about being tired, (Branch Y) continue eating with suspicious marine bioloigists, or (Branch OHGODNO),<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-LcGVNHxms_ROzh3YwOGDMVYVFOYdUniRP_JKInDSTxDMMUa2-MLSsYcSlymqYwU2-JM569Q3grjIe1wcQ8QGyt5t795tVrsHMF-_YPlbQakQkK9Qhxmp_I5964zHZlfsfemvK6o24o/s1600-h/crotch.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-LcGVNHxms_ROzh3YwOGDMVYVFOYdUniRP_JKInDSTxDMMUa2-MLSsYcSlymqYwU2-JM569Q3grjIe1wcQ8QGyt5t795tVrsHMF-_YPlbQakQkK9Qhxmp_I5964zHZlfsfemvK6o24o/s400/crotch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130447248929018050" border="0" /></a><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 9<br />Non-Endings: BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: Z AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AA AB AS BD<br />Death Endings: AA AB AS BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: AA BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-31123375413284098342007-11-07T18:58:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:17.659-05:00Branch M: Metal Gear FlpptoThis is a sneaking mission. The use of stealth will be required.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7CDMjZlq7dhG5ZlwAVp938GGQrB6Qg_Fncb82YPcZS46Vcix7EtEd09Kn29yf6R4mJAranUhPhlv6lTIR5ILW1RpRWbBjJI-nbtFm7MGmuJ2Xyhz_ZQ125CWsSUMuVPnSh7iG-27VQE/s1600-h/M1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7CDMjZlq7dhG5ZlwAVp938GGQrB6Qg_Fncb82YPcZS46Vcix7EtEd09Kn29yf6R4mJAranUhPhlv6lTIR5ILW1RpRWbBjJI-nbtFm7MGmuJ2Xyhz_ZQ125CWsSUMuVPnSh7iG-27VQE/s400/M1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130252240233910450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />It all worked so well at first. Pace yourself, sneak over there at night, and don't let anyone see you. And suddenly the moon is bright and you are <b>terrified of everything</b>, because as the Commander of the Rapid Force, this means you are a huge loser. Way to be scared of a damn marine life research facility. A crab is going to pinch you. Maybe a seahorse will blow bubbles at you. Or perhaps you're allergic to shellfish. For whatever reason, the Commander has decided that now is the perfect time to turn into a wimpy idiot.<br /><br />So, will we (Branch Z) run away like a little baby chicken wimp, or (Branch AA) press onward towards the potentially deadly and murderous house of fish?Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-13627945438232754752007-11-07T07:35:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:26:18.341-05:00Branch F: Fish Research Institute<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0zbX8HpfeRC2-8oXiSGY7rStxBNliN9OfQ7KaXP57_CUP3DTC6YdvRh1sufLYKDJQtBaar-8OZIIVeKXi5D2csukC0ts1qhXNDKlbnQ8jF8bErxedf2ssSs8nMGNthFgaZkk-K9AiWk/s1600-h/BE1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0zbX8HpfeRC2-8oXiSGY7rStxBNliN9OfQ7KaXP57_CUP3DTC6YdvRh1sufLYKDJQtBaar-8OZIIVeKXi5D2csukC0ts1qhXNDKlbnQ8jF8bErxedf2ssSs8nMGNthFgaZkk-K9AiWk/s400/BE1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130077408471450002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I... can't actually explain what just happened here. We just got mind controlled or some crap, and the book sort of cut off before ending. Maybe he isn't evil. Maybe we can't know. Maybe this ending is stupid. Profoundly stupid. Or is it? Yes. It is.<br /><br /><b>Ending BE:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Non-Ending/What-The-Hell<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, we've seen what awaits us at Follop. Let's see if the beam of light is any better.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC61jaJNiu1yiFhD24fpSWSu6Z-EhV3u5mVbaHd6oOPaXO5JaMQsgnLvoLMZoDB3qpJBd-1Q6RF6b9E4FtgyGTh3dpnVqCdlTlKDlMbORICTY7csINLB6wFK_xbstA8SAcTIF3SPsXJYk/s1600-h/BD1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC61jaJNiu1yiFhD24fpSWSu6Z-EhV3u5mVbaHd6oOPaXO5JaMQsgnLvoLMZoDB3qpJBd-1Q6RF6b9E4FtgyGTh3dpnVqCdlTlKDlMbORICTY7csINLB6wFK_xbstA8SAcTIF3SPsXJYk/s400/BD1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130077167953281410" border="0" /></a><br />Haha, no. It is an Old Beam. We lose. It could have been so many other, better beams, though. Think of better beams.<br /><br /><b>Ending BD:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Failure/Death<br /><br /><br />You know what? This all went so horribly downhill ever since we agreed to go with Tara. Remember this page?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtaTE1qLD803QBCbWog88FWE-ifNgm2_b16vqebcwmT61QKX4lcvqr1nIV0DEE6peBsJkC6HuZI3vfDk2oTQpe9d4f2P61yWLpiy4NeK-2tJFGkH1P-iyGMz8cUvNTWFR3WwimhBBeZY/s1600-h/C2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtaTE1qLD803QBCbWog88FWE-ifNgm2_b16vqebcwmT61QKX4lcvqr1nIV0DEE6peBsJkC6HuZI3vfDk2oTQpe9d4f2P61yWLpiy4NeK-2tJFGkH1P-iyGMz8cUvNTWFR3WwimhBBeZY/s400/C2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130076983269687666" border="0" /></a><br />Well, clearly we screwed up. We're gonna rewind and tell Tara to Piss Off.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBk6GpnTZWuZeIOaTxFezCxbYmaZ0GzSpcg4E_AVw7He7nMUCJwUMnDrVyaOWUrnOib40YUX9n65H-CW-KlROcFCZ5jGdBn9tCmY32hLYFUfj-LzoiLkPb5-ecBhWx-N7Bt9g8ALQK10/s1600-h/F1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBk6GpnTZWuZeIOaTxFezCxbYmaZ0GzSpcg4E_AVw7He7nMUCJwUMnDrVyaOWUrnOib40YUX9n65H-CW-KlROcFCZ5jGdBn9tCmY32hLYFUfj-LzoiLkPb5-ecBhWx-N7Bt9g8ALQK10/s400/F1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130076837240799586" border="0" /></a><br />Oh thank goodness. We left behind everyone, Flppto included. We are spared the horrible fates that await us. Instead, we're going to an Aquatic Experimentation Facility to listen for fish and look for the Evil Power Master. Evil Fish?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJf3LoP5fB3j9wh5KaQST2J6jN8mOhOLRNawIiJq9qG7j3iEZXgknAawicAWrWwb7XrbQgyBf14G4LDv7EQCoIJleX56ASkQioKXCTr-cr-7Hnm6GkeCGk4FLqMZCagQGxbvVl11OcNjk/s1600-h/F2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJf3LoP5fB3j9wh5KaQST2J6jN8mOhOLRNawIiJq9qG7j3iEZXgknAawicAWrWwb7XrbQgyBf14G4LDv7EQCoIJleX56ASkQioKXCTr-cr-7Hnm6GkeCGk4FLqMZCagQGxbvVl11OcNjk/s400/F2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130076351909495122" border="0" /></a>Let us think of a convincing lie to tell these fish people. After all, this quarter of the book has somehow wound up with us at a fish research institute. Fish Research Institute. Ahhhhh dangit.<br /><br />Do we (Branch L) lie to the fish researchers or (Branch M) hide in a cardboard box, because this may be a sneaking mission, and the use of stealth will be required? I'm actually starting to miss having to deal with Flppto and Tara already.<br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 7<br />Non-Endings: BE<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AB AS BD<br />Death Endings: AB AS BD</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What-The-Hell Endings: BE</span>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564655118836281173.post-8849824553765333052007-11-06T18:56:00.001-05:002008-12-09T01:26:18.763-05:00Branch AU: Towards the VoidLet's talk to Congress. Surely they will know what to do. They won't fail us so spectacularly anymore... right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVV0zmvEbxmxUhZJ-1mo7Rp5vh_ieB3Wnd7q_aabj3eqkD8PQNePU2xa-F5y_qXGaUmxgHgnAigqmT_0P-It6QWPFCinI-QvORLWkQ2MGsw-7VwL32JmR8SWu3Y2wUHhnDUmjBStOEeo/s1600-h/AT1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVV0zmvEbxmxUhZJ-1mo7Rp5vh_ieB3Wnd7q_aabj3eqkD8PQNePU2xa-F5y_qXGaUmxgHgnAigqmT_0P-It6QWPFCinI-QvORLWkQ2MGsw-7VwL32JmR8SWu3Y2wUHhnDUmjBStOEeo/s400/AT1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129880784868639042" border="0" /></a>Well, that's some great bureaucracy right there: it takes the congress hours to come up with the plan that we picked up on in three seconds. It does, however, have it's upsides: if we send more ships to attack, the idea that we personally will get killed is relatively low. Sure, planets will die, but they had it coming. I'm looking at you, Glenburnia VI!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluj0SHirYwWlvC36fnBNlP8jolDz_uIO9lquKRB5Jq3Dm6iDchG6KreIPr9N9vVZyRC5h1O8oSuOoY-qnYvAoihsod1M9XJIsriivmxyriDeiq39ScX7Wybps4Oufc7aZJeZkxbZx6U8/s1600-h/AT2.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluj0SHirYwWlvC36fnBNlP8jolDz_uIO9lquKRB5Jq3Dm6iDchG6KreIPr9N9vVZyRC5h1O8oSuOoY-qnYvAoihsod1M9XJIsriivmxyriDeiq39ScX7Wybps4Oufc7aZJeZkxbZx6U8/s400/AT2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129880690379358514" border="0" /></a>It's very hard to simulate an epic space battle in a book. No wait, it isn't, R.A. Montgomery just isn't a very good writer. I'd like to see Orson Scott Card write one of these. Your head gets beaten in with a lead pipe in half the endings, I'd bet. Species exterminated in the other.<br /><br /><b>Ending AT:</b><br /><b>Type:</b> Victory<br /><br />Well that's funny. We're only a quarter through the book, and we've already covered half the victory endings. I've got a bad feeling about this... a feeling that only soaring towards a void will cure! Let's not talk to congress, and deal with this ourselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWstMvVedJ6gdUFH7WQHg0Z6QlilfloKa5oFT8xuGENi2-0RLPCDs0sYpiuFz09rG1Mi7Nhl7G8_iwB5ZUQP4QNiE1r2Dl11prFjAraaU0583XBjmj40YV0nduwG2eFqdXGxxoGtIxrtg/s1600-h/AU1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWstMvVedJ6gdUFH7WQHg0Z6QlilfloKa5oFT8xuGENi2-0RLPCDs0sYpiuFz09rG1Mi7Nhl7G8_iwB5ZUQP4QNiE1r2Dl11prFjAraaU0583XBjmj40YV0nduwG2eFqdXGxxoGtIxrtg/s400/AU1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129880604480012578" border="0" /></a><br />That doesn't look like a planet and beam of light at all. It looks like abstract art, and I should know, I've seen some lately. What the heck is that thing really supposed to be?<br /><br />Also, do we (Branch BD) get distracted by pretty lights or (Branch BE) ignore the lights and press onward to our dooms?<br /><br /><b>Ending Catalogue:<br />Total Endings: 5<br /></b><b>Victory Endings: AC AR AT<br />Failure Endings: AB AS<br />Death Endings: AB AS</b>Deceased Crabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328171748620158530noreply@blogger.com7