Komentarze do wiadomości: Mózg szybszy niż algorytm. Kampania „NIE BĄDŹ JAK NPC” spróbuje to udowodnić na dzisiejszym, wyjątkowym streamie

Kluczową „mechaniką” dla rozgrywki będzie obecność samych książek, których czytanie będzie dawało power-upy i pozwalało na dedukcję kolejnych tropów. Tym samym ma aktywnie posuwać scenariusz do przodu – w myśl zasady „czytanie zmienia przebieg gry”. Pomysłodawcy zaś obiecują pełną zagadek i zwrotów akcji przygodę.

Cringe Level OVER 9000!
Wy zdajecie sobie sprawę, że RPG/gamifikacja od dłuższego czasu funkcjonuje już jako gatunek literacki?
I to w wielu wariantach i kombinacjach...

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biting into whatever mess was left of the creature it killed. Three meters in length, the head of a dragon and no wings, its maw bloody, it looked in her direction.

It’s yellow reptile eyes locked with her blue human ones.

[Drake – lvl ??]

‘ding’ ‘Congratulations! You have learned the general skill [Identify]’

Losing interest, the Drake continued its meal, bones cracking under the strength of its massive jaw.

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After meditating and recovering her mana she looked at one of the berries...and ate it. “Mhm...at least they taste great...”

‘bing’ ‘You have been poisoned by Cinderberry, -3 HP/s for 5 Minutes’

Smiling she started to use Reconstruction on her own body. The drain of the berry felt weird but it didn’t hurt much. “A good way to level up Reconstruction...and eat delicious berries!” Repeating the steps for the other six berries she had, she leveled up Reconstruction and even received a special message at the end of her endeavor.

‘bing’ ‘You have learned the general skill Poison Resistance – You are a target of assassins or not very good at distinguishing berries. Surviving either of those you have developed a general resistance to poisons. - lvl 1’

“Man this is stupid...a general poison resistance? That doesn’t make sense at all…"

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“Aaaaaah what the…”

She was inside of a room as big as a hangar with walls of massive stones covered in the tattered remains of pennants and tapestries, their colors long faded. Debris littered the ground, seemingly made out of ossified wood and cracked bones. Human bones. A massive throne occupied the far wall with the ceiling collapsed behind it. A boulder the size of a bus had crashed through the ground to her left in some distant past. It now let in frigid air and a morose winter light.

On the throne sat a crowned skeleton with its ghastly skull resting on a bony hand.

And by its side were six mummified bodies clad in black, still holding the rusty hilts of broken weapons.

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Alright then inspect that dead thing over there.

[Dead person]

“Woooow,” the woman said, stumbling a bit. The skill activation had been… weird. And strangely painful. But not the soul-shattering painful of before, more like using a cramped muscle she did not know she had. Her chest, brain, and, she guessed, optic nerves had heated up a bit.
The imparted knowledge had appeared in her brain as if she had heard it and memorized before. It was peculiar.
Also, fucking useless.

“I can see that, you twat.”

But nay, hold on, she was being too hasty. If this thing was correct, then she was safe! It had not said ‘Fucking Skeletor of short-tempered Fuckery, currently finishing his light nap.’ It had said “dead person”.
And this one wearing the black onesie?

[Dead person]

Those dead were dead! Hurray!
Viv abandoned any attempt at stealth after checking all six guards and rushed to the first one she saw, then to another since candidate number one had been a hulking bodybuilder. She found one her size and turned the body around.

“Sorry friend, I need it more than you do.”

There were no zippers but there was a sort of pressure button on the shoulder that opened the suit to the waist. She remarked in passing that the body was perfectly conserved as she methodically took it out. The ancient Egyptians could not have done better. It was a stark contrast to the other bones at her back. As to why they had endured and the others had not, she had no idea.
She slid into the jump suit and closed it around her. It was smooth to the touch and very soft inside. She ignored the little voice in her head that told her that her crotch was currently where a pair of dead bollocks had been mashed for possibly years, and that if there was one way to catch fantasy ebola, that was it.
Viv stood up and started to shiver more violently as the heat got trapped between her skin and the blessed weird fabric.
Wait, she had forgotten to inspect the thing.

[Faded skinsuit (enchanted)]

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The jungle ahead wasn’t empty; from here Vrax could see a small herd of deer placidly grazing. Right next to them was a pair of mist runner deer with their beautiful crystalline antlers shining in the midday sun. They were all peacefully coexisting with a rather confusing swarm of creatures.

None of the swarm were even remotely uniform in body size, ranging from a melon all the way up to a wine cask. Most of them were rounded and fuzzy with tiny, uselessly stubby paws. Oversized eyes placed seemingly randomly on their stubby bodies. Some had floppy ears and dense downy coats; others had random tufts of fur unnervingly placed at random on the mewling creatures. Some of them were absolutely adorable, like obese little puppies and bunnies. Others just looked wrong…

Vrax was stuck staring at one that looked like the gods had made a mistake; it had one giant oversized eye and three fluffy tails that swished back and forth as it chirped like a damn baby chicklet. 'What in all of the seven hells are those things? There is no way something like that could survive here'.

At this point Vrax was so used to if it's cute it almost certainly wants to eat you that he didn’t budge an inch towards the teeming swarm of fuzzy…things meandering about in the jungle ahead. Instead, he focused on [Predator’s Gaze]. The results were...confusing [Flurmf Tier 3] (lvl99). 'That can’t be right...that’s insane'.

Vrax froze as something fuzzy touched his foot; he looked down into three wide, sad-looking eyes. One of the flurmfs was nuzzling his leg; it was so ugly it was cute with its garish red fur and useless little paws windmilling towards him like it wanted to be held. Vrax relented; if this thing was really a tier three monstrosity, he was dead anyway. Reaching down, he picked up the strange creature; it made a happy coo.

“Huh…” The thing purred in Vrax’s hands as he crept past watering truge he snagged slightly on something but when he looked back he couldn’t tell what. Vrax narrowed his eyes at his passenger and ran a hand through the air behind it. Sure enough, it snagged on a thick rope-like umbilical trailing from the back of the creature that was entirely invisible. “Oh yay...you are just a lure for something awful.” Vrax slowly set the flurmf back down and began skirting forward; he had to go this way anyway.

The swarm of creatures fearlessly trundled towards him as he crept past the front of the zoo. It was extremely concerning how they always knew where he was; the foliage around practically shrouded him as he passed through it. The deer were still totally unaware of his presence. He made it about halfway past the zoo with a horde of nearly forty of the eclectically colored monstrosities bobbling along behind him, mewling and chirping for his attention.