That’s what they’re called in Throne, right? Mimics?
Well, that’s what they’d call these things at home, and we have a phrase back home. It is a phrase full of great wisdom and understanding, a phrase succinct and straightforward. Any who have done adventuring are familiar with this phrase, and the many nuances within.
Anyone who’s been to Lordran can tell you that this room is going to be rather… fun. In the bloodiest sense of the word.
Though, I’ve never fought coin mimics before. Let alone known that they existed in the first place. This dungeon crawl is going to be fucking awesome, for many different reasons.
Thematically, the clerk should turn out to be a high-level Lich.
As for Allison, she’ll probably be kicking some mimic pseudo-ass, but my impression is that she’s gone off the correct Path by taking Incubus’s deal, and will have to undergo a lot of misfortune before she gets back onto the true route to her destiny.
(Just my personal take: the author may soon prove this notion to be full of crap)
Come now, she’s not MARGINAL! This is just the point in the story where she doesn’t do anything helpful except provide a target for exposition while all the other new and interesting characters do cool things until Allison is inevitably betrayed by her Thrall Lord David Bowie and dooms them all to pitiful and pointless deaths, triggering her eventual redemption.
OLDEST TRICK IN THE DM BOOK
TREASURE ROOM FULL OF MIMICS
The chests are mimics! The furniture is mimics! The treasure is mimics! Even the guy next to you is a mimic!
Even YOU are a mimic!
Even the mimics are mimics!
Preposterous! YOU’RE the mimic!
Preposterous! YOU’RE the mimic!
You’re a mimic!
The floor is lava and lava is a giant mimic!
Look under your chairs!.. the floor your chair and the pants you’re wearing are mimics.
I quite hope these mimics don’t have jank-ass hitboxes, like the ones in Aldia’s Mansion!
Freaking mimics I hate them
What a shit DM.
One PC was given clear clues that he should have shared sooner.
It is not the DM’s fault that lizard boy is too busy auditioning for a bit part in a Blade sequel to communicate with the team.
And Mammon thought to himself, “What if I made a room where everything was a mimic. Wouldn’t that be funny?”
And then he laughed for a hundred years and fifty-nine of his adherents were eaten moving in the furniture.
So worth it.
Fuckin mimics.
To those with keen eyes, gold gleams like a shining blade, and sometimes, the blade itself is the gleaming gold
great, now my comments are echoing.
It’s D&D’s famous ROOM WHERE EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO KILL YOU! 😀
If it was, it would have a lot more than just a few ole mimics – ask Grimtooth
well there’s your answer whoever was wondering about the gold coins
And I thought *my* finances were murder…
To some, gold gleams like a well polished blade, sometimes the gleaming gold is the blade itself.
speaking of, is anyone else having problems commenting?
Comments take time to appear, and usually do so in batches. This is normal.
It is my opinion that Abaddon needs to moderate the comments before they appear, thus creating the delay.
Everybody is confused at first. This is also normal.
We should put up a sign.
I am speechless. Comments fail me too. There is no way do this page justice, it is just too mimicy for words!
Or it could be the delay of moderated comments.
With Abbadon out of town for “a bunch of weddings” it will probably be a few days before he approves any more messages.
This thread should be quite the car wreak by then.
Huh. To my knowledge I was the only one to comment on the random gold scatter last page. Does that mean I win? 😛
I would bake you a cookie, but I’m not sure it would be too your tastes.
Are you an actual ocean? My pantry is a storehouse of blood and torn flesh.
yes, indeed. you win this chest of totally not suspicious gold i smuggled out from yre. don’t worry if it rattles a little of it’s own accord.
MIMICS! The fortress of Yre is turning into a real dungeon crawl!
I do hope Harem Pants lives.
Ah.
Mimics.
That’s what they’re called in Throne, right? Mimics?
Well, that’s what they’d call these things at home, and we have a phrase back home. It is a phrase full of great wisdom and understanding, a phrase succinct and straightforward. Any who have done adventuring are familiar with this phrase, and the many nuances within.
“Fuck mimics.”
It’s like a shitty D&D campaign- “THE COIN IS A MIMIC”
Notice how the coin is waking everything else up… Also, if Al-YS-UN uses her Key, I suspect that will be rather conspicuous…
Someone just got the mimics from kickstarter besides me.
…deadly…gold?!?!
…
I’m going to the blood bank; I’ll be making one hell of a deposit.
If you need a blood substitute, I recommend orange juice. Very nutritious!
Or hornets. They take some getting used to, but none will cut you again.
You rolled an 8 on the random encounter table.
You get mimics. Lots and lots of mimics. Of all shapes and sizes.
ooooooooo boy, It’s a motherfuckin MIMIC ROOM!!
Reminds me of that fake chest monster from Dark Souls.
You mean… Mimics?
Oh boy, Mimics.
Anyone who’s been to Lordran can tell you that this room is going to be rather… fun. In the bloodiest sense of the word.
Though, I’ve never fought coin mimics before. Let alone known that they existed in the first place. This dungeon crawl is going to be fucking awesome, for many different reasons.
Just like the furniture that ends up under the freeway by my house.
Does this mean we can expect the mummified clerk to wake up? Also, can we expect Alice to recover from being a marginalized ex-protagonist?
Thematically, the clerk should turn out to be a high-level Lich.
As for Allison, she’ll probably be kicking some mimic pseudo-ass, but my impression is that she’s gone off the correct Path by taking Incubus’s deal, and will have to undergo a lot of misfortune before she gets back onto the true route to her destiny.
(Just my personal take: the author may soon prove this notion to be full of crap)
Come now, she’s not MARGINAL! This is just the point in the story where she doesn’t do anything helpful except provide a target for exposition while all the other new and interesting characters do cool things until Allison is inevitably betrayed by her Thrall Lord David Bowie and dooms them all to pitiful and pointless deaths, triggering her eventual redemption.
tfw u roll a 1 on a perception check
well there’s your answer whoever was wondering about the gold coins. and good job whoever noticed that the chairs outnumber them.
the walls my not have ears, but the chairs have teeth
And spikes! yeouch! I’m glad no one tried to sit on one.