#ashdenej

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You've just woken up. You have the feeling that you shouldn't have done that. You are a BLACK PAWN in the VEIL - although it looks like that's going to change soon, if you don't do anything about getting out of this tank. What do you do?

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The Little Shop That Wasn't There Yesterday: You are a mysterious old [wo]man who sells cursed artifacts to unuspecting customers. You've just received a shipment of monkey's paws that don't give the user negative consequences for their wishes. Get rid of these as quickly as possible! Alas, you've been cursed yourself - the only way you can rid yourself of items is through the selling thereof. The Adventures of an L-Space Librarian: You're part of the cabal of librarians. Evade the genre-savvy and (try not to) sell your books. 

You are one of the top leaders of the world. Attempts to unseat you are numerous in quantity. Success, negligible. It is an overcast autumn morning. You are feeling particularly victorious today. What will you do?

Or the Mitt Romney equivalent: you're setting up a subversive resistance, but you're pretending to be a hippie in order to get yourself in with the rebels. Can you pull off your new persona without mentioning your Cadillac elevator? Are you a bad enough dude to kill the President?

"You're a lizard, Harry." How is an eleven-year-old to deal with the repercussions of such a life-changing revelation?

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You are a hero*. You've just died at a critical juncture† in your story, and have woken up in a nondescript room. On the opposite wall, a giant scoreboard is displaying your achievements throughout your quest, and the points total - complete with deductions for mistakes you've made. You are then taken into a room full of achievements - but most of them are locked, because you have not either met the necessary conditions to unlock them‡ or you haven't gained enough points. A giant message displays itself in front of you. PLAY AGAIN?                                                                                               Your life is short and you die frequently, but you keep racking up points. Can you escape the loop and be successful?

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[16:49:58] AJ (thereminBeholder): but it's just 7 dollars [16:50:04] AJ (thereminBeholder): that doesn't sound too bad [16:51:51] ashdenej: Depends on the situation [16:54:45] AJ (thereminBeholder): what is the situation? [16:55:23] ashdenej: You're in a shootout [16:55:32] ashdenej: The roof is coming down [16:55:50] ashdenej: They are firing their moneyguns at you, peppering the desk you're hiding behind with rounds [16:56:02] ashdenej: Your partner, Whilikins, is beside you [16:56:16] ashdenej: As you take the last one of them down, you grin triumphantly at Whilikins... [16:56:19] ashdenej: And your face falls [16:56:29] ashdenej: A bloody hole has ripped through his waistcoat [16:56:43] ashdenej: His fine, long-fingered hands dance at the wound, trying to fix the unstoppable [16:56:57] ashdenej: "Just... three years from retirement," he murmers [16:57:07] ashdenej: You shed a single tear [16:57:19] ashdenej: Your gaze falls upon the fatal round [16:57:32] ashdenej: It is seven dollars, wadded up together in a deadly improvised bullet. Revenge your fallen friend and catch the money-laundering thieves that escaped your wrath.

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You are a Russian Spam Truck. Your mission - and you must accept it - is to journey to the MSPA Forums and start creating sockpuppet accounts in order to sell your dubious wares. Evade the banhammers of the deadly moderators! Fear the mass-IP bans of Rincebrain! And run from the wrath of NotASenator! Co-starring SpamBot and Make $$$ In Your Spare Time.

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You are an inhabitant of Nurseryville. One "Humpty" Dumpty has left you his vast fortune. Other inhabitants - most pertinently, Old King Cole's horses and men - are not happy about this. What do you do? All characters must come from the Nursery Rhymes category of Wikipedia. For further points, commands could be entered in a nursery rhyme style.