The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
A brown spotted tom wipes down the counter, his green eyes reflecting across its surface. He has a small tan-and-grey collar has a bell on it, which means he works here. He is mumbling something about souls and chin chillers and an art-of-fact, whatever that is. Is he hiding something?
(Mushroomspots is open for interaction!)
Hint: Ask about what he is mumbling!
“Need some help?” The large spotted owl-cat padded over, grabbing a cloth and helping him clean. Her employee tag fell off, and she picked it up, wiping it with the cloth, the sunlight reflecting off of her name, written in golden ink- Frostpaw.
“Oh, and did I hear something about an out-oh-fact? What could that be?”
Shadow glances at the counter, wondering what this art-of-fact was to Mushroom-spots. She sidles over and says, “Art-of-fact? I think it’s this old book thingy that’s a compilation of literary journalism.” She lays on a small comfortable mat near the counter, raising a claw to pick at her fangs. “As for ‘compilation of literary journalism’, that’s another mystery to me.”
“Oh, hey there. You want to know ’bout the artifact? Well, rumor has it that someone named Wolf-something smashed the artifact that Sol used to turn everyone into chinchillas. Now he is mad… and is sending danger I think…” Mushroomspots’s brown, spotted pelt is slightly bristled with worry.
“Anyways, I’ve gotta go refill the CSS Cola machine. See ya later.”
New quest: Find Wolf-something.
“Whatya talking about? Some Art-iv-act?” Deadleaf mewed, her fur slightly bristled.
“Hey there.” A gruff voice mutters to you. A brown tabby she-cat approaches the Lua Luau drink fountain. It’s Deadleaf, a worker at the Hazelpage. She appears quite young, but she can barely see. As she fills a glass with C++ Cherryade, you can’t help but wonder, what made those scars on her eyes?
What do you do now?
“Hey, Deadleaf. How’s work going today?”
*Sweetpaw walks up to the door and slips inside the tavern.
He hasn’t been around here since June or July, but he looks different. He’s starting to worry people might remember him from before as he pads towards the counter.*
(If you know what I mean by this, I congratulate you on picking up context clues lol)
The door swings open and a hooded cat walks through. She sauntered over to the front desk and slammed 30 pixels on the counter. “Tofu and seaweed fish and chips and a C++ Cherryade for 30 pixels.” she says gruffly. But while waiting for her food, she rips off her hood and hollers “WHO WANTS TO COMMIT ARSON WHILE I WAIT?!?!?!?” and her outer evil look shatters. And out of nowhere, she has matches.
Shadow dashes over to Panther-frost, a devious grin on her face, “I got the Barium to turn it green. Let’s light this Cherryade stand, huh?” She pulls out a normal-looking pouch with the tag on it saying “Green fire powder for special arson-y occasions.” Wagging her wolf tail in devilish delight, Shadow goes on to imagine all her greatest enemies aflame…
Deadleaf growls. “If you’re going to do arson, please refrain from doing so at the counter. Do it over there.”
She points to a giant room with obsidian walls labeled the arson room. You hear wood burning behind the obsidian door.
If this comes out as a double reply, it’s because my other post didn’t push out:
Shadow raises her head slowly. “Arson? I will join you on this fiendish quest!” She unveils several secret pouches from under her dark cloak and lifts one to the air. “I got arson-specialized potions for every occasion. This one here turns it green. Let’s fire it up!! Arson away!”
“Ooh, you’re doing arson, too?!” Flamepaw calls from across the room. “Cool, me too!” She says, surrounded by her gang of arson/tax fraud-committers. Flamepaw holds one of her paws up. “Oh, and I have some matches, too!” She holds her other paw up. “And gasoline!”
“Amazing. Now let’s get to work! ARSON 4 EVA!!!!” PanPan Panthi yowls.
A night-black she-cat pads over to the counter and licks her paw.
There is an explosion outside, and a pitch black she-cat rolls through the window unconcious. She is holding the Chinchilla Artifact which caused the Sol-pocalypse, it appears she had shattered it to save everyone from his tyrannical rule and turn everyone back into a cat. There is still a bit of chinchilla fluff on her tail, though. What will you do?
Hello Sorry for my absense now who wants WAR?
*draws out every weapons she has including lightsaver, the Elder Wand, Psychic powers and more*
By the way what’s the Sol-pocalypse?
“Oh! Oh! I want war!!!” Flamepaw jumps up, raising her hand frantically. *pulls out about a thousand different explosives, plus a few flamethrowers, lasers, Nerf guns, a dozen different Harry Potter wands, and an atomic bomb, along with a few other THINGS* (and the Sol-pocolapes is basically just Sol turning everyone into chinchillas 😛)
Mushroomspots takes out a sword and stabs it into the broken C++ Cola Machine.
“Blasted thing…”
Suddenly it starts working again. Mushroomspots gives everyone a box of matches to celebrate. “WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’LL GET A RAISE!”
A black she-cat pads over to a seat at the back and sighs, her white muzzle glinting. Her blind eye closes for a moment, then opens as she looks up in shock. “N…Nightpaw? I thought you were gone, sister.” She says, then shudders and looks down. Her eye glows and dies down, and she collapses.
Sorry that was my earlier account. It crashed like…3minutes ago.
I am open to interaction BTW
(sorry, My account crashed and i had to make a new one. I am continuing now. My earlier account was fernpaw/breeze) Her eyes flickering open, she sat up again, “Can I have a fish and chips?” she asks the waiter
Cheetahheart bursts open the doors of the tavern, her face covered by a large cowboy hat. Her tail swishes on the ground, the only sound in the now hushed room. As everyone went back to their activities and war, Cheetahheart sat at the bar, throwing down some catmint
“Gimme a double shot espresso chocolate” She ordered, leaning back. She turns her head to the person next to her. “Whats your name?” She asked, her eyes glowing with curiosity behind her hard facade
(Who is the person next to me? Is it YOU?)
She looks at you and says “I’m Fernkit, and you?” she tilts her head and a few moments later, her eye glows blue again.
Flamepaw leans back from behind Fernkit to frantically wave her hand. “Hi, Cheetahheart!!!” She exclaims. “You remember me? Flamepaw? Hey, would you like to join my ARSON CULT?!” She gestures to her fellow arson-committers that are doing who-knows-what (mostly arson) amongst the tavern.
Cheetahheart smirks, a plan formulating in her head. “Lets do it.” She magically produces torches, giving one to Flamepaw
“ARSONNNNNNN” She squeals
“Oh yes, brethren, we shall ignite the fires of revenge and our enemies shall burn under our flames of vengeance… Let the arson BEGIN!” Shadow the Wolf howls, throwing back her dark emerald-colored cloak and uncorking a small bottle of a fire-changing-color-potion she smuggled in.
“By the way, is anyone allergic to Copper Sulfate?”
“ARSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Flamepaw agrees, grabbing the torch gratefully.
Hello, I an here to start wars. If you need a fight with someone, or if you need an item, I have it. Wars start at 90 pixel for each battle, items starting at 50. Anyway, someone give me Sprite.
*grabs a can of Sprite, and starts mumbling*
(Open for interaction!)
Flamepaw crashes down next to Leafpaw. “So, you like war? Me too! And you said you have weapons?” Flamepaw lowers her voice to a more serious tone. “So you got any flamethrowers?” She asks. “I’ve got LOADS of weapons, if you’d like to trade. But if not,” she jingles a bag of coins. “I’ve got coins in loads of different currencies, including Pixels.”
I have almost every weapon, the only one I don’t have is a Transfiguer. I’m still taking Prof. Mgonnel’s clases, and studying to be able to transform into a cat. And Yes, I do have a Flamethrower weapons do you want specialty ones or ones that can Burn anything quickly?
*opened a portal to her stash of weapons*
Marblerose is bored, so she goes back to the Hazelpage. her peanut worshipping cult is still here, and she finally decides what to do. she decides to commit arson. she sets fire to the entire Hazelpage, but makes it so it doesn’t harm anything peanut-related. she walks back to her peanut fortress to look at the fire from it.
“Hey, you wanna join the arson cult?” Flamepaw asks, yelling at Marb from below the peanut fortress. “Arson’s really great, and if you don’t, bad things will happen!” She yells cheerfully. “Oh, and while you’re at it, how about you join the tax fraud cult, too?”