Lew Zealand
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Sit right back and listen ye scurvy dogs teh me tale of woe...
A long time ago the universe was snuffling about, minding its business as one would expect. There was a Farm, a Farmer, some Animals and junk, all arranged in a technically functional though typically dull and utilitarian manner. Like Vena from the original Star Trek pilot. Exhibit A:
The squares and right angles had fatefully led our heroine down the road of boredom, and regrettably the deviations from this were limited to the lazy chaotic expansion of unchecked Nature. And anyway, that stuff was usually off the bottom of her screen.
Yet...
She dreamed of more. Many have dreamed these dreams, but regretfully mistook 'more' for 'more g', but Bobbi knew that was the folly of people hastening the heat death of the universe with their embarrassingly dangerous and excessive wastage of personal energy. Luckily, the Church of the AllLazy Gil had taught her the true Way of Personal Conservation.
But. As it ever happens, our heroine was corrupted by the evil influence of
Qi.
Qi, who shaped wild geese into Batteries, Beets, and Beach Shells for you to chase, purely to give you the opportunity to lose lots of g in his personal Casino. Who decrees that because Level 1 of Skull Cavern is so welcoming, that Level 25 is a totally rad party. And then moves the #@%@ goalposts and says, "ehm, eh, yeeeaah what I really meant was Level 100. Yeah, go there!"
Not done toying with the Farmer, he "accidentally" drops hints you should visit him in his Private Lair (!) on a remote island (!!), and then excludes you until you blitz your way through the fire-breathing belly of the very planet itself.
All these temptations thrust upon our unsuspecting Farmer. And. They took their toll.
The Universe detected an overload. And responded with the only possible solution to the problem, splitting the skies, rending forever the starry expanses of night, cleaving itself asunder. And thusly ripping in two our poor unsuspecting Bobbi and her Farm, forever separating the twin temptations of Level 100 and the Volcano Dungeon.
Each blissfully unaware of her doppelganger, our two Bobbis proceeded along achievable timelines. After many tries, our first Bobbi finally reached Level 100 and shared an utterly nasty Snake Milk frappé with Mr. Qi whilst dodging the gently swaying, sleep inducing undulations of his associated Snakes. And then proceeded to Bomb the snot out of the next couple levels to show her appreciation for the letdown of Level 100. Back at the Farm, Bobbi made a few alterations but alas, was left relatively unfulfilled or inspired by her achievement:
Our second Bobbi, equally unaware of there even being a parallel, yet embarrassingly (for that first Bobbi) more accomplished version, proceeded to Ginger Island to confront the Volcano Dungeon and eventually made her way through in a flurry of explosives not unlike her twin's strategy in the Cavern. But there were whispers of...
Something. Something different.
A strange flightless bird taller than she, to which Slingshot rocks were apparently not magically attracted. Our Bobbi has still not seen this mythical beast but has set her sights on capturing one, taming and riding it.
Competitively!
Such a bird needs a track and she read somewhere that if you build it...
stuff. Could happen. maybe.
And so she started. First, choppy and movey stuff:
and then more Ostrich Coursey and the start of decoratey stuff:
I'll post more as I get more things into place but I really don't do decoration so this'll be like pulling teeth for me. Oh, and I'll be less long-winded. Yay!
A long time ago the universe was snuffling about, minding its business as one would expect. There was a Farm, a Farmer, some Animals and junk, all arranged in a technically functional though typically dull and utilitarian manner. Like Vena from the original Star Trek pilot. Exhibit A:
The squares and right angles had fatefully led our heroine down the road of boredom, and regrettably the deviations from this were limited to the lazy chaotic expansion of unchecked Nature. And anyway, that stuff was usually off the bottom of her screen.
Yet...
She dreamed of more. Many have dreamed these dreams, but regretfully mistook 'more' for 'more g', but Bobbi knew that was the folly of people hastening the heat death of the universe with their embarrassingly dangerous and excessive wastage of personal energy. Luckily, the Church of the AllLazy Gil had taught her the true Way of Personal Conservation.
But. As it ever happens, our heroine was corrupted by the evil influence of
Qi.
Qi, who shaped wild geese into Batteries, Beets, and Beach Shells for you to chase, purely to give you the opportunity to lose lots of g in his personal Casino. Who decrees that because Level 1 of Skull Cavern is so welcoming, that Level 25 is a totally rad party. And then moves the #@%@ goalposts and says, "ehm, eh, yeeeaah what I really meant was Level 100. Yeah, go there!"
Not done toying with the Farmer, he "accidentally" drops hints you should visit him in his Private Lair (!) on a remote island (!!), and then excludes you until you blitz your way through the fire-breathing belly of the very planet itself.
All these temptations thrust upon our unsuspecting Farmer. And. They took their toll.
The Universe detected an overload. And responded with the only possible solution to the problem, splitting the skies, rending forever the starry expanses of night, cleaving itself asunder. And thusly ripping in two our poor unsuspecting Bobbi and her Farm, forever separating the twin temptations of Level 100 and the Volcano Dungeon.
Each blissfully unaware of her doppelganger, our two Bobbis proceeded along achievable timelines. After many tries, our first Bobbi finally reached Level 100 and shared an utterly nasty Snake Milk frappé with Mr. Qi whilst dodging the gently swaying, sleep inducing undulations of his associated Snakes. And then proceeded to Bomb the snot out of the next couple levels to show her appreciation for the letdown of Level 100. Back at the Farm, Bobbi made a few alterations but alas, was left relatively unfulfilled or inspired by her achievement:
Our second Bobbi, equally unaware of there even being a parallel, yet embarrassingly (for that first Bobbi) more accomplished version, proceeded to Ginger Island to confront the Volcano Dungeon and eventually made her way through in a flurry of explosives not unlike her twin's strategy in the Cavern. But there were whispers of...
Something. Something different.
A strange flightless bird taller than she, to which Slingshot rocks were apparently not magically attracted. Our Bobbi has still not seen this mythical beast but has set her sights on capturing one, taming and riding it.
Competitively!
Such a bird needs a track and she read somewhere that if you build it...
stuff. Could happen. maybe.
And so she started. First, choppy and movey stuff:
and then more Ostrich Coursey and the start of decoratey stuff:
I'll post more as I get more things into place but I really don't do decoration so this'll be like pulling teeth for me. Oh, and I'll be less long-winded. Yay!
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It always takes me a few reads and looks to process everything. I am noticing more little details of the track and its great. The prize table, the ships at the east pond.Sorry I'll have to comment more as I notice more.
