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.
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
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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.