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What am I, a liar?

That's excellent news: you stand a good chance of escaping the island before it sinks. (Oh, the island's going to sink, did I mention?) Allow the guards to escort you through town until you're presented to a man with a white gem bound on his forehead.

This is Elendil, leader of the Faithful, and your ticket off the island. I can give you the words to say, but you need to choose your tactic.

How will you greet Elendil?
-Pretend to be one of the Faithful.
-Pretend to be an elf.
-Pretend to be a seer.
-Try to tell the truth.

It takes a while to get started, but before two years have passed your boss' diner is selling spaghetti and meatballs like hot ryshcate. Of course, your boss is also taking all the credit...

You scrimp and save, and eventually make enough to start your own tiny stall. The meatballs stay in the old diner... now you're working on pizza.

You take Coruscant by storm, setting up a dozen franchise restaurants under the Empire. Then, keeping careful track of the news, you ship out to Corellia right as the Rebellion starts to rise. You got through the Civil War in peace, and became a minor celebrity selling a variety of pizza and pasta based dishes.

The number one question you get asked is: "What sort of planet is Itali, anyway?"

Come join us! Password is JustinBaeber.

http://pyx-3.pretendyoure.xyz/zy/game.jsp#game=5

As always, game is NSFW.

Alright then, a poorly lighted picture of the bun is coming your way!

((It's your fault we're in late Numenor, Ix's fault the king has already left the capital... and if Tomash hadn't sniped you, it would be your fault Elendil had already sailed and left you to die.

Luckily, the ships /haven't/ left yet, and in the morning we'll see about getting you on board. ~hS))

I guess I want a place on one of them when I see one, right?


((I know it's more than partly my fault for mentionning the Temple, but did it have to be Akallabeth already?))

Aren't you glad I didn't worry you by suggesting you could be?

Before you talk to the Death cosplayer, it's time to figure out where you are!

Are you in:
-A city?
-A field?
-A mountain range?
-A village?

((You can't imagine how relieved I am that I hadn't forgotten a character. ^_^))

What you've probably just heard is: "The king? More like Sauron, amirite?" That's good, because it means these guards are of the Faithful, and won't try and sacrifice you. Of course, it's also a little worrying, because they should be the King's Men.

What you need to do now is say "Nimruzîr" to them. It doesn't matter what they say back - just keep saying that one name until they take you into town. (It's the Adunaic name of Elendil, the leader of the Faithful. It also literally means Elf-Friend, so it's a good word to use right now.)

While they're taking you through the streets, you should at some point get a good look at the harbour.

How many ships can you see?
-Like, hundreds, with a big one in the middle.
-Nine.
-Nine, and there's a lot of fuss around them.
-None.
-Actually they just stabbed me and now I am dead.

Food it is, then! Soon all in the galaxy will proclaim that spaghetti and meatballs is the most exotic, high-end cuisine around!

((I wanted to go with 'someone else dressed like that' but not have it be the Death of Rats or something. I can't help thinking 'Nobby Nobbs lost a bet' about the end result, somehow, even though there should be more confusion over the 'is he human' part...I can try again, if you like?))

...really weird. He *looks* kind of human, and his scythe is the sort you'd use to harvest wheat. Who uses a rusty scythe as a cane?

~Zingen

You have entered a vast world of contrasts: one where wizards and gods coexist with policemen and railroads, and where werewolves and vampires are upstanding (or downhanging, or softpadding) members of society. As your Mysterious Voice from Above, I’m sure you'll have a great life here.

Just one thing to get out of the way first. Look around.

Can you see a black-robed skeleton with a scythe?
-Yes.
-No.
-No, but there's someone else dressed like that.

((I refuse to take any responsibility if we get executed.))

(Fear, they could panic and kill us. Any other one, and King's Men get our heads.)

((And if any of That Guy want to get us killed, I'll let you know that I can get between 1200 and 1300 arguments per minute in a discussion. I talk really fast.))