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.
Beware brave thieves for many have fallen for the deceptive mimic. Clever in its ways it disguises itself as either common objects or grand riches. The only tool to guard yourself against them is to always smash random object whenever you enter a room. May cost many a coin and cause many property owners to hate you but is worth still having all you limbs and bodily fluids.
Mammon’s faults are numerous. His use of the Art is not among them. Extemporaneously ironic sorceries are gauche displays of power. Preemptively ironic sorcery- that, that is style.
Reminds me of an old joke…
“My friends and I walked into an inn with swords and armor. The barkeep asks, ‘Whaddya need those fer?’ and I reply, ‘To kill mimics.’
He laughs.
I laugh.
My friends laugh.
The chairs laugh.
We kill the chairs. It is a good day.”
Bane of the greedy, that. I’ve seen many an adventurer fooled. The only solution is to, obviously, kill everything. If it’s already dead kill it again. And if it doesn’t have life, especially kill it. Kill it extra dead just to be sure.
making routes is hard.
And it might not be the one used in old Yab’s last incursion, the outer reaches are less secure than the real vault. probably get picked at all the time.
The trick to dealing with coin mimics is to carry a rubber mallet with you. Just give the little bugger a good whack; the soft rubber won’t deform a real coin, but I’ll get a nice scream out of a would-be bushwhacker.
See, you’ve got a level four mimic infestation right there. Bain’t a thing can be done yet, save sealing up the rooms and piping in some salt gas to keep them docile. When it gets to that point, only thing that helps is burning the room, and in load-bearing infinite treasure chambers that can be a bit of a problem. Looks like Mammon doesn’t want to pay his exterminator’s bill.
Do you want adventurers to preemptively smash everything in the dungeon? Because this is how you get adventurers to preemptively smash everything in the dungeon.
At this point I’m going to assume that the ceiling is a Lurker Above, the floor is a Trapper, and the walls are Stunjellies. Possibly a couple Cloakers somewhere for good measure.
Seriously, though, that chunk of Incubus Allison’s carrying around in her head is probably poison for her relationship with Cio: she’ll have to do something about that.
Honestly, one of the most interesting parts of this tale for me is the myriad ways Allison manages to screw up having unlimited cosmic power. Let the ship sink; it’ll make what happens next more fun.
Guys, let’s be charitable here. This wasn’t a trap. Our anti-heroes interrupted a courtship ritual, where the males try to impress the one female in the room with their ability to sit still in an unusual but still camouflaged form, something other than a treasure chest. Even mimics have to yawn sometimes, even mimics get cramps, and when one of them twitches, then they lose the challenge.
The male most capable of meditative stillness, of emptying his mind, of truly BEING a chair, gets to mate. Afterward he returns to the shape that impressed the female. She then eats him, but because of this iron will and total stillness of mind, he accepts his fate without even changing shape.
Considering the scale of this place, I am not at all surprised that it developed it’s own ecosystem/wildlife, and I imagine a infinite treasure vault would have quite the mimic infestation.
Forget about the real treasures I say! The best of treasures is not so much the value of such trinkets or the amount that you have, but more about how well such treasures can ensure thieves from taking it. With the added benefits of how easily you can retrieve it if business transactions go bad as while as trick and dispose certain rivals.
Decanter of Endless Wine on Geyser mode. Room full of Mimics. Net result? A room full of drunken happy bad pirate song singing mimics. It happened. I couldn’t stop laughing for the entire weekend.
Everyone is saying mimics, but I think that these are actually unbound devils. Remember, the Hungry Black Flame devours all matter it comes into contact with.
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!
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.
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.
MIMICS.
Feh, so the wretched Beast uses these sorts, does it.
Somehow, my already low esteem for the penurious lord falls even lower.
Ah yes, Mimics!
The Team
vs.
An Entire Roomful of Mimics
Fight sequence begins faster than expected!
Beware brave thieves for many have fallen for the deceptive mimic. Clever in its ways it disguises itself as either common objects or grand riches. The only tool to guard yourself against them is to always smash random object whenever you enter a room. May cost many a coin and cause many property owners to hate you but is worth still having all you limbs and bodily fluids.
I hate mimics.
Mammon’s faults are numerous. His use of the Art is not among them. Extemporaneously ironic sorceries are gauche displays of power. Preemptively ironic sorcery- that, that is style.
Reminds me of an old joke…
“My friends and I walked into an inn with swords and armor. The barkeep asks, ‘Whaddya need those fer?’ and I reply, ‘To kill mimics.’
He laughs.
I laugh.
My friends laugh.
The chairs laugh.
We kill the chairs. It is a good day.”
“Fuckin’ mimics”
Bane of the greedy, that. I’ve seen many an adventurer fooled. The only solution is to, obviously, kill everything. If it’s already dead kill it again. And if it doesn’t have life, especially kill it. Kill it extra dead just to be sure.
KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Mimics, the only natural predator of a Fool. As such I feel no shame in burning down any room that has identical furniture.
..aren’t Suuz’s eyes meant to be red, not yellow?
I didn’t notice at first, but yeah, I think you’re right.
Nay more, she(Suuz is the girls’s name, right?) also has more scars on her mask, wasn’t she?
When the money starts grinning
Knives must start skinning.
Gold teeth are your winnings.
“Mimics! Why. Is. It. ALWAYS. G**DAMNED. MIMICS?”
Roth Bulbane, 12th Level Barbarian.
damn mimicks.
Ah, the Mimic room. Such a classic.
God damn mimmics, it really is a d&d quest
Pay attention class! We are about to witness an age-old Rogue technique: activating traps with your face!
MIMICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mimics are an old staple, but it’s not every day you get to see their spawn 🙂
I can’t figure: when this is over, there will be three left, right? Or four? Certainly no more than four…
Among the Guild of Dungeon Raiders there are certain stories about inanimate household objects that turn against strangers. “Mimics”, they call them.
When he says they’ve already cleared that room out, does that mean it was part of the route they used last time? That doesn’t seem like a good plan.
making routes is hard.
And it might not be the one used in old Yab’s last incursion, the outer reaches are less secure than the real vault. probably get picked at all the time.
I suspect he is is referring to his dead helpers.
Mimics, one of the greatest traps for greedy dungeon raiders
EVEN MY WORDS ARE MIMICS
I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going…
The trick to dealing with coin mimics is to carry a rubber mallet with you. Just give the little bugger a good whack; the soft rubber won’t deform a real coin, but I’ll get a nice scream out of a would-be bushwhacker.
See, you’ve got a level four mimic infestation right there. Bain’t a thing can be done yet, save sealing up the rooms and piping in some salt gas to keep them docile. When it gets to that point, only thing that helps is burning the room, and in load-bearing infinite treasure chambers that can be a bit of a problem. Looks like Mammon doesn’t want to pay his exterminator’s bill.
There has got to be a dungeon-based “This Old House” parody out there somewhere.
And next we make the jam, yes?
Do you want adventurers to preemptively smash everything in the dungeon? Because this is how you get adventurers to preemptively smash everything in the dungeon.
Mimics… probably the most hated monster in games and fiction anywhere.
At this point I’m going to assume that the ceiling is a Lurker Above, the floor is a Trapper, and the walls are Stunjellies. Possibly a couple Cloakers somewhere for good measure.
welp game over y’all that was fun while it lasted :\
I know the mimics are cool and all, but is nobody going to comment on Cio’s obvious turn against our naive protagonist?
I hope they patch things up before Cio reclaims her true name, otherwise the great ship may finally sink!
It’s a lover’s tiff. I’m sure it will just cause a horrible and irreversible complication and then she’ll come to her senses way too late.
Hell hath no fury like a shipper foiled.
Seriously, though, that chunk of Incubus Allison’s carrying around in her head is probably poison for her relationship with Cio: she’ll have to do something about that.
Not to worry. Cio has been calling Alison “leakybrains” and similar things for ages. It’s all terms of endearment.
Honestly, one of the most interesting parts of this tale for me is the myriad ways Allison manages to screw up having unlimited cosmic power. Let the ship sink; it’ll make what happens next more fun.
FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS FUCK MIMICS
…
i see u have some strong opinions, there
All You Need Is Kill
And on that da it was, that they learned the importance of perception chacks…
Guys, let’s be charitable here. This wasn’t a trap. Our anti-heroes interrupted a courtship ritual, where the males try to impress the one female in the room with their ability to sit still in an unusual but still camouflaged form, something other than a treasure chest. Even mimics have to yawn sometimes, even mimics get cramps, and when one of them twitches, then they lose the challenge.
The male most capable of meditative stillness, of emptying his mind, of truly BEING a chair, gets to mate. Afterward he returns to the shape that impressed the female. She then eats him, but because of this iron will and total stillness of mind, he accepts his fate without even changing shape.
Has Cio’s hair always been that long?
Seems Mammon found out about that hole in his defenses and set about plugging it. The Room of Mimics is probably just the warm-up.
Considering the scale of this place, I am not at all surprised that it developed it’s own ecosystem/wildlife, and I imagine a infinite treasure vault would have quite the mimic infestation.
Forget about the real treasures I say! The best of treasures is not so much the value of such trinkets or the amount that you have, but more about how well such treasures can ensure thieves from taking it. With the added benefits of how easily you can retrieve it if business transactions go bad as while as trick and dispose certain rivals.
I was like, why are there still coins if that room is so easy to get into… and now I realize this room was specifically made to kill idiots like me.
Rule of the world: “Free money, isn’t.”
Decanter of Endless Wine on Geyser mode. Room full of Mimics. Net result? A room full of drunken happy bad pirate song singing mimics. It happened. I couldn’t stop laughing for the entire weekend.
Something, something, mimics, something…
I just want to know if Charon ever stands up..?
It’s okay! I heard they’re really good eating if you boil them!
Now contemplate on the folly of keeping one’s eyes in one’s mouth.
One should always be suspicious of anything you pick up off the ground.
Clearly Yisun has broken out his special Monster Manual for this section of the game.
…What? No one else imagines KSBD as a giant game of D&D?
One can never be too careful in the house of greed. The greatest treasures are often not of gold.
Everyone is saying mimics, but I think that these are actually unbound devils. Remember, the Hungry Black Flame devours all matter it comes into contact with.
How is it that they didnt expect the greed-themed dungeon to not be swaming with mimics?, I thought devils were a bunch of nerds