From a conversation with RobMAG I had on the Head Tome,
Monty, "Yeah i see this now, and the narrator is like reading it like a book, so theres the scene going on, whilst the text of the story is at the bottom being read. there could be moments when the story progresses to another scene, and the characters could get irritated and confused by the page turning all of a sudden, you know moments of self awareness within the game
... a point and click adventure game, but laid out like those RPG adventure books like, "Warlock of Fire Top Mountain"... That could be amazing!"
RobMAG, "Your going very "Discworld" on this ;P."
Monty, "Haha in comedy, but "Discworld" will have nothing on our style ;p."
RobMAG, "Aha word."
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Friday, 9 March 2012
The rebirth of Kel-Stone
Where did Kel Stone come from?
Well, Kel Stone is a an anagram for Skeleton that came about when I and my fellow collaborator RobMAG wanted to create an epic quest of fornications for the virtual realm. RobMAG had a project to do for the evil demons of the high temple, so he asked me, Monty to help him create said virtual adventure quest.
Braving the depths of a demented mind, I came back from the depths with a name and a new adventure.
KelStones story would start thusly:
The honorable Kel Stone would never meet his fate here-
Running through a grave yard on a dark winter solstice eve, the trudge through the marsh of the dead left Kel Stone very weak and disorientated; so when he saw an open grave he believed it to be a cosy hovel. That he hadn't seen the four foot spike which lay boldly in the centre of the soil is anyone's guess, however he would not have felt much pain as he was hallucinating from a sexual disease he had contracted from a local woman of ill repute the night before.
The Grim which soon took hold over KEL-STONE's body would be the least of his worries however, the grave where he now laid pitched in was intended for a very noble witch; a friend of Grim in fact. The slope for KEL-STONE just kept slipping however as this was Grim's personal grave yard. Not only had he disgraced the grave of Grim's friend, but had caused Grim the much unneeded hassle of digging another grave... Well Grim wouldn't have it! With a shout and a shake of his boney fist he bellowed to the skies, "NO MORE" Grim was through, he knelt down to pick up his hand which had come lose at his voilent shaking.
The thoughts of letting his dreadful friend the witch carry on over the world, torturing the minds of maidens and locking them away in towers concerned him little. The trinity of fate would not let Grim away with this completely though, for without Grim the world had no other choice but eternal life. They proposed that Grim must have a clause in which he would return to his contract. The sneakiness of Grim knew no bounds though and so he said, "In FOUR hundred years today I shall release my new and only servant, KEL-STONE onto this world. He must carry out any command I give him until this list is complete, at which point I shall return to work."
Thus the trinity agreed that this seemed fair and endowed KEL-STONE the strength to rise from the earth in FOUR hundred years. The only problem with this plan was the last task on the list seemed near impossible, KEL-STONE must die; yet if Grim wasn't at work it seemed futile. Now the entire world relied on KEL-STONE's clumsiness to save them all, and their was going to be an awful lot of undead living in four hundred years...
Well, Kel Stone is a an anagram for Skeleton that came about when I and my fellow collaborator RobMAG wanted to create an epic quest of fornications for the virtual realm. RobMAG had a project to do for the evil demons of the high temple, so he asked me, Monty to help him create said virtual adventure quest.
Braving the depths of a demented mind, I came back from the depths with a name and a new adventure.
KelStones story would start thusly:
The honorable Kel Stone would never meet his fate here-
Running through a grave yard on a dark winter solstice eve, the trudge through the marsh of the dead left Kel Stone very weak and disorientated; so when he saw an open grave he believed it to be a cosy hovel. That he hadn't seen the four foot spike which lay boldly in the centre of the soil is anyone's guess, however he would not have felt much pain as he was hallucinating from a sexual disease he had contracted from a local woman of ill repute the night before.
The Grim which soon took hold over KEL-STONE's body would be the least of his worries however, the grave where he now laid pitched in was intended for a very noble witch; a friend of Grim in fact. The slope for KEL-STONE just kept slipping however as this was Grim's personal grave yard. Not only had he disgraced the grave of Grim's friend, but had caused Grim the much unneeded hassle of digging another grave... Well Grim wouldn't have it! With a shout and a shake of his boney fist he bellowed to the skies, "NO MORE" Grim was through, he knelt down to pick up his hand which had come lose at his voilent shaking.
The thoughts of letting his dreadful friend the witch carry on over the world, torturing the minds of maidens and locking them away in towers concerned him little. The trinity of fate would not let Grim away with this completely though, for without Grim the world had no other choice but eternal life. They proposed that Grim must have a clause in which he would return to his contract. The sneakiness of Grim knew no bounds though and so he said, "In FOUR hundred years today I shall release my new and only servant, KEL-STONE onto this world. He must carry out any command I give him until this list is complete, at which point I shall return to work."
Thus the trinity agreed that this seemed fair and endowed KEL-STONE the strength to rise from the earth in FOUR hundred years. The only problem with this plan was the last task on the list seemed near impossible, KEL-STONE must die; yet if Grim wasn't at work it seemed futile. Now the entire world relied on KEL-STONE's clumsiness to save them all, and their was going to be an awful lot of undead living in four hundred years...
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