A few of you know Darths And Droids, right? That Webcomic where people play a Tabletop-Campaign based on Star Wars in a universe where the movies don't exist?
Well, I've been thinking: What if the Darths & Droids guys played a Homestuck Campaign?
...and then it all started to make sense.
Sally: I alchemize my Knitting Needles with the Wizard Statue to create Magic Wands!
DM: You what?
And Pete would play Lil' Cal.
"I took Creepy, Short, and No Skeleton. That's Twenty extra skill points. HEE HEE.
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Sally: "And these aliens are called Trolls! And they have gray skin! And candy corn horns! And they have blood in AAAAAAAALL colors of the rainbow! And they don't have parents, but live with super cool monsters!"
GM: "...uh, sure."
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Jack Noir!Jim: "I attack the queen."
GM: "Remember, Jim, that Black Queen is much more powerful than you. You can either comply to her orders or run like hell. Fighting her is not an option. You don't even have a weapon."
Jim: "...I open the gift box on the table."
GM: "What?"
Jim: "The gift box. You know, that thing I took from that delivery girl."
GM: "Oh right, yeah. Not that that would help you, but I'll get the loot table, if you insist..."
~rolls a twenty and face faults~
Jim: "Aaaaaand?"
GM: "...you find a super-powerful weapon of mass destruction."
Well, I've been thinking: What if the Darths & Droids guys played a Homestuck Campaign?
...and then it all started to make sense.
Sally: I alchemize my Knitting Needles with the Wizard Statue to create Magic Wands!
DM: You what?
And Pete would play Lil' Cal.
"I took Creepy, Short, and No Skeleton. That's Twenty extra skill points. HEE HEE.
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Sally: "And these aliens are called Trolls! And they have gray skin! And candy corn horns! And they have blood in AAAAAAAALL colors of the rainbow! And they don't have parents, but live with super cool monsters!"
GM: "...uh, sure."
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Jack Noir!Jim: "I attack the queen."
GM: "Remember, Jim, that Black Queen is much more powerful than you. You can either comply to her orders or run like hell. Fighting her is not an option. You don't even have a weapon."
Jim: "...I open the gift box on the table."
GM: "What?"
Jim: "The gift box. You know, that thing I took from that delivery girl."
GM: "Oh right, yeah. Not that that would help you, but I'll get the loot table, if you insist..."
~rolls a twenty and face faults~
Jim: "Aaaaaand?"
GM: "...you find a super-powerful weapon of mass destruction."