Aventurando en Barrrney's Barrr
You belly up to the barrr and take a seat on one of the barrrstools. The barkeep, Paddy, eyes you suspiciously. He must have seen that you don't have the typical pirate's drunken-drag-queen walk. "What's yer poison?" he asks. It occurs to you that in a place like this, that question's pretty important."I'll just have a virgin calle de miel," you say.
"Virgin?" Paddy says, and laughs in an entirely unpleasant fashion. "The only thing virgin in here are those nerdy pirates over there!" He gestures to a corner where a group of pimply-faced, bespectacled pirates are rolling dice with way too many sides. You decide to see what they're up to.
"Okay, so you're sitting in your cubicle," one of the nerdy pirates says, "your boss comes in and tells you that you have to make a spreadsheet for a meeting tomorrow."
"My +1 Cloak of Procrastination enables me to successfully avoid working on the project until the last minute," another of the nerdy pirates answers. "I'm going to surf the internet for funny cat pictures."
"What are you guys doing?" you ask.
"It's this great game called Cubicles and Conference Calls, or C&CC," one of the nerds answers, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "It takes place in a fantastic world where there's no magic, no monsters, and you're not allowed to beat people up and take their stuff. It's really, really cool."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you say. "You guys should really get out into the real world instead of spending all your time on this ridiculous fantasy crap. Why don't you go try and meet some girls?"
"We, uh, we don't know anything about girls. Girls scare us. I'd rather deal with a C.E.O., a Middle Manager, and a Nosy Coworker than talk to a girl!"
You decide that someone has to help these poor, deluded kids. You spend the next hour teaching them the ins and outs (heh heh) of the fine art of wenching, finally watching with pride as they talk to women for the first time in their lives. Moxious!
| You gain 60 Sarcasm. |
You wander through the barrr, avoiding a pair of pirates who are arrrm wrestling, dodging darrrts, and looking for a quiet carrrner where you can sit down for a while and try to get rid of some of the extra 'r's you've picked up. You brush by a pirate sitting in an underlit booth, his face hidden by shadow. Which, given what you've seen of the pirates so far, is probably for the best."Hey there, swabbie," he whispers, grabbing your elbow. "Do ye want to hear a tale of blood-curdling terror and betrayal most foul? A tale born in the salty maw of the merciless sea? A tale that's -- well, really unpleasant, I guess, would be the main point I'm trying to make here."
"No thanks," you say, "I was just looking for the bathroom."
"Be ye sure?" he says. "It's a pretty entertaining tale, and then at the end of it, I say 'and it's all true, so swears Cap'm Caronch, so swears I on me life,' and then I squints at ye and I pull this out as proof." He rolls out a scroll of parchment across the table. You see a land mass drawn on the paper, with a dotted line that marks a trail. You bend over to get a closer look.
"So, Billy's mom told him to come straight home after school, but he went all over town instead," you say, and sigh. "That's pretty impressive."
"Arrr, that be the wrong parchment! Here, here be the right one. See, it's a treasure map. What do ye make of it?"
"Well, I can make a hat, or a little boat, or a pterodactyl with --"
"Belay that bilgewater! This be a treasure map, and if ye will follow it and find the treasure I seek, ye can join my crew. What say ye?"
 | You acquire an item: Cap'm Caronch's Map |
Adventure Again (Barrrney's Barrr)
Al usar el mapa, hay que enfrentarse a un Booty Crab, el cual nos da el Cap'm Caronch's Chest. Al llevarlo a Barrrney's, obtenemos:You place the nasty treasure chest on the table in front of Cap'm Caronch. He inspects it suspiciously, then smiles a broad, toothless smile. He catches your reaction to his grotesque gums and grimaces alliteratively."Yarr, yes, this be me nasty booty, and I thank ye for retrievin' it," he says. "I trust it wasn't too bootylicious for ye to handle." He sighs, rests his chin in his hands, and continues, "but as you can see, I have other things on me mind than treasure at the moment. The other night I went over to the frat house for a keggarrr, and sometime during the night some bilge rat hit me over the head with a shingle and knocked me out! When I came back to me senses, me wooden teeth were gone. I can't face me crew without 'em -- think of the jokes they'd make!"
"So," you say, "I suppose there's no chance you'll get up and walk the half mile to the frat house, ask for your teeth back, and meet me back here?"
"Well, I'd love to do just as ye say," the Cap'm responds, "but me bum knee has been acting up, and I think I might be comin' down with a bit of a cold, and I still haven't gotten me land legs back..."
"All right, fine," you say, and sigh. "I'll go get your teeth back from the frat boys, if you promise that we can go after that."
"Upon me word as a pirate," the Cap'm says. "Here be the blueprints for the frat house, so ye can conduct a proper search."
 | You acquire an item: Orcish Frat House blueprints |
Adventure Again (Barrrney's Barrr)
Al usarlo obtenemos
You hike over to the Orcish Frat House and hide in the bushes. You look over the blueprints, and see several approaches to getting in and getting Cap'm Caronch's dentures back.
You can dress up like a frat boy and try to waltz right in the front door, you could pretend to be delivering something and get them to let you in the side door, or you could go all Pink Panther on it and sneak through the backyard
You march up to the front door of the frat house and knock loudly. A muscle-bound frat orc opens it, looks at you, sees that you're not a frat boy, and does what frat boys do best -- beating up people who aren't frat boys.
 | You lose 82 hit points. |
Al usar la puerta lateral, obtenemos
You knock on the side door of the frat house, and a shifty-looking frat orc with dark glasses cracks it open.
"Hey, you're not Dave. Dave's hair is business in the front, party in the back, bra. Blocko, we've got an unwanted visitor, here. Can you show him the way out?"
Blocko, who turns out to be a gigantic, angry, muscle-bound frat orc shows you the way out. He shows some of your teeth the way out, too.
| You lose 111 hit points. |
You manage to make it about halfway to the frat house before you're accosted by a wandering drunk frat orc. "Hey, who are you!?" he slurs, "And what are you doing in our yard, bra?"
"I'm... uhh... a new pledge," you reply, "and I'm out here cleaning up the, umm, all-male oil-wrestling pit, because, uhh, Brett told me to."
"I don't think so, bra," he counters. "When Brett makes some lowly scumbag pledge clean something, he makes that pledge wear a maid's outfit. Do you see a frilly skirt on you, bra? I sure don't."
Then the orc apparently knocks you unconscious and throws your limp form over the back wall. At least... you hope that's all that he did, in retrospect.
| You lose 103 hit points. |
You march up to the front door of the frat house and knock loudly. A muscle-bound frat orc opens it, and before he can speak, you say "Thanks for hookin' a bra up, bra. I totally lost my key, bra." and shuffle past him.
Once you're inside the frat house, it's a simple matter of making your way down to the basement and retrieving Caronch's dentures from the frat boys' ridiculous trophy case.
 | You acquire an item: Cap'm Caronch's dentures |
Al regresar al Barrr, obtenemos
You toss the dentures down on Cap'm Caronch's table. "Here are your wooden teeth," you say. "There are some weird stains on them, but I'm hoping those were there when you lost them. Now I get to join your crew and set sail, right?""Well, almost," the Cap'm says, baring his wooden teeth in a crooked grin.
"But you gave me your word!"
"I gave ye me word as a pirate," he says, "and part of the pirate's code explicitly states that a verbal contract with a pirate isn't worth the paper it be printed on. Er, on which it be printed. Anyway, only masters at the ancient arrrt of Insult Beer Pong be truly worthy of joining my crew. Ye'll have to defeat Rickets, the current reigning champion, if ye wish to sail with Cap'm Caronch."
You turn around and address the barrr: "Hey, does anyone else have a crew I can join?" A general chorus of "no for u," "no n00bs" "que diciste?" and "no how 2 bilge?" answers you.
You shrug and turn back to the Cap'm. "Okay, fine. Let's get this over with."
You spot a small crowd of people milling around in the corner of the barrr, and wander over to see what all the hoopla is about. They're standing around a large plank of wood resting on some barrels, with a dozen red plastic cups arranged on top. A pirate presides over the scene, tossing a small white ball up in the air and catching it as he surveys the crowd, sneering.
"Bah! 'Ave none o' ye lily-livered scallywags the brassies to challenge Old Don Rickets, ye snivellin' cravens? Too yellow to face the master, are ye, ye spindle-shanked vermin?"
"There's 'ardly any point, Rickets," says another pirate. "Not a man Jack of us 'as managed to beat ye at beer pong in months, and we're tired o' yer insultin' ways besides."
"It's insult beer pong, ye dunderheaded git! That's the point!"
"Well an' all, but ye needn't 'ave said that about me Granny. That were right uncalled for."
"Burn me an' sink me," growls Rickets, "is there naught 'ere what ain't a lRickets smirks at you as he dribbles his ping-pong ball on the table. "Are ye ready fer yer drubbin', sprat? I'll give ye no quarter fer bein' green, by odd's blood!"
"Well," you reply, "we'd better get it over with quick, before you become completely incomprehensible."
The pirate lobs his ball at your cups. "Yer face is as foul as that of a drowned goat!" he taunts, with a sneer.
... y comienza el combate verbal (A lo Monkey Island)Results:Shaken by Rickets' words, your faltering attempt at a retort proves ineffective. The ball sails directly into one of your cups, and the pirate sneers as you fish it out and start drinking. "By my bones, I knew ye for a whey-faced scupperlout when first I laid eyes on ye, dawcock that ye are!" he laughs.
You attempt to make up for the slip, but it's too late -- your nerve has been broken, and you soon find yourself pushing your way through the crowd, away from the beer pong table and the jeering cat-calls of Old Don Rickets.
Phooey.
Lo que hay que hacer ahora es ir a aventurar con otro outfit a la cueva de los piratas, y usar en combate The Big Pirate Insults Book... o algo así...
posted by Noel at 4:52 p. m.
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