Upon Mars.

Although I was upset by certain things which happened namely that I discovered that the Tardis was a spiderweb forum member, I still enjoyed some aspects of this: I didn't feel that people where being pushed out of the story (actually Captain, although at first ignored was quite well integrated into the tissue of the story) and I was even surprised by a few things. I just wish that something ought to be rewritten. If the gremlin thing was ignored I don't believe it was good or bad, or even out of place. I just offered a way to plan the eventual rescue of a character at the hands of a dinosaur. And not necessarily a raptor. Also I'd like to point out that we could consider whether or not we should first start with a defined beginning and ending, knowing how the story is going to end. That could put more impetus in the Spiderbus stories. @Jewels I don't consider being a wild writer, even though I'm writing a book with a narrator who is both authoritarian and conservative. I certainly don't agree with this line of thought. Also Student, sensible doesn't need to be boring.

Well, thank Skribane it is not: it's a legal term. Also I believe you were correct in bringing these two seemingly unrelated events in one post. They might be related to the changes within our society at large, and the news of a failed revolution which describe as systemic violence. Of course there will be always killers, but the killings seem to have a certain pattern. Where they inflicted on minorities?

Ok.

The basic architecture of Peacefull vale has been established.

Ados can you edit out the part where I get killed and where I'm an imp? Thank you.

I have two "main questions": What is the baseline used to create roamers? Has the "drayk ship" affair been cleared up or is it still a complete mystery, especially when every Shaper seems headstrong on killing every one of them save for living crafts? I was also wandering to what stock servant minds belonged to. Is it reptiles? They seem mammalian, but that was never quite clear to me.

It's the Obeyers I'm dead sure of it. But it's not Pixley.

Well it's a game where you are on the move...

Where they any rebellion or up-rises organised by creations mentioned by Jeff or in the games before the events of Geneforge 1? And if not why?

Good point.

Is it not all ready the case? (and I'm not being sarcastic here.) As for universal translators why? Don't we have harehunter, a translator of arcane and strange languages and other spiderwebplayers or is that still problematic?

When the last of the seemingly lifeless crushed corpses of gremlins and imps where taken out of the motor inflated back to like, the band of demons gathered round and discussed greatly under a big oak-tree. They were being surveyed all the while by the spiderwebbers, who seemed generally somewhat upset by the presence of deamons in their transport. BMA though, was quite happy trading pins with a bunch of biker gremlins who had brought their hell similes. Some imps where even trying to strike deals like the usual "a year's service for a regular wage of three souls and a drink per day.". After a few roars and cheers under the oak, all the great commotion was finished and an imp flew towards A.D.O.S. "Good sir, we are the light brigade of demons and gremlins from Martian hell. What we do is simple. We take up position, establish communication between groups and secure an area before moving on. We usually prey on small groups of specialists such as snipers or draw attention elsewhere serving as a diversion for tougher units like for instance Hakkai and Mung deamons." "So?" A.D.O.S replied. "Well even though we don't have most of our high tech equipment, logistics and intel with us, we still brought some. And we can scout and find some of your lost friends." said the imp. "What's the catch?" Someone remarked. "Let's find out" said Upon-Mars having suddenly appeared behind them. He looked at them with an evil grin.

@Jewels and A.D.O.S. Actually I didn't know that Tyran was the Tardis. I even stated that Tyran was being congratulated. I thought the Tardis was an actual object, not a person with feelings. Also this is not self evident: "Jewels: "Not just any police box... I can understand you two! It's the TARDIS!" (Rawwrr... wwaaarrrraa! ArRRAW!)" (I am more familiar with the William heartnell doctor who series than the recent ones, hence why I thought It was a nice thing to take the blue box on a spin so that every one may feel included in the writing process.) If it does any good, I express my sincerest apologies to Tyran. A.D.O.S could It be possible that instead of killing me, change the doctor's actions? How about this: Also I've added a new description for my character. But you can keep the martian Hell Division rolling on. It's a cool idea in my opinion. As for the rest I am willing to make some more changes if requested.

Well I'm thinking of taking the blue box idea out for a spin... and out from the story so that ADOS may feel better about not having to confront the D.W head-on. If it really pleases everyone.

Which leaves me puzzled what are living tools supposed to do anyway? Why Shapers gave themselves the trouble of making them?

As Nikki Jewels and Tyran talked and laughed about their apparent success, Upon mars, who had been playing chess, writing a book while listening to classical music, duelling eggs, toast, eaten a lot of berry jam was rather please to slip rather unnoticed outside (save for two rather annoying pests which both looked like some sort of big goose and certainly tasted like geese had Upon-mars not reduced them to a burnt crisp with his heat ray), only to behold what seemed to be a proper Australian privy. Of course when the door slammed shut behind him, the stumbling Martian, left to himself in the dark, sat and tried to reach out for the lights but found himself lost. From Upon-mars' perspective, no data whatsoever seemed to shed some light on the whole matter. His googles however did. They could peer through the dark. When he realised where he was and what he saw Upon-Mars seized his chance phase out from the T.A.R.D.I.S. back into the bus.

What's the point of limitless power with control?

Having run out of fizz from the bottle of champagne, Upon mars found himself materialised in the rubble below. As fast as quicksilver, the latter blew up the rubble of below with strange fire from the his personal heat ray. The smell of hydrogen sulphide was all around and a blanket of purple black smoke rose from down under. So dense was the fog it could be cut by knife and still continue leaking from the ground. Then the smoke stopped and hole opened up. What was left of gremlins and devils which had survived the radio incident flew out like light-drunken moths, confused and grimacing as they went out in the countryside. Then rising from the pit which was in fact a hole in the driver's front desk, Upon-mars crawled out and grew into a great figure in height, between two or perhaps three meters tall, clad in a black and blue pressurised suit of great strength and durability. Red googles surmounted what seemed to be a face, a face barley visible thanks to the opaque blue mist inside. The oxygen in the air was making him strong and large, despite the increased weight and pressure the planet earth imposed to all it's inhabitants. The creature having grown with it's armour cried-out with eyes of flame: "I have bread and butter if you like. And I can make toast with scrambled eggs. I heard someone wanted some jelly? Hell I can make some with berries." "How come you have eggs, butter and bread all of a sudden when Sylae had go into the forest to get all of his stuff?" inquired Captain Charles. "I am the illegitimate son of David Copperfield. No. Actually I just carry this stuff with me. Comes in quite handy at time. Like this piece of wearable celery. Edible and fades purple when rain is about to hit. Nice to meet you Charles. The name's Upon-mars."

Mh... well it's a little like the Zombie mission in the 2nd game yeah. Without teleporters. Chapter 17; Control has an illustration: http://www.freewebs....9611350-control Syros and Darian are being treated with great care. Signs of progress in character and plot development can be observed in Peacefull vale.

Lol.

All of a sudden the merry macs of the motor stop their partying, the music still playing. Sounds of reaching for pencils and ink on the bus floor reached the ears of the imps and gremlins who congregated beyond the wire woods, in between three bits of machinery and "deep inside" the motor of the bus. The noise grows louder. "Something tries to creep in!" Shouts a devil in despair. Having realised that the people of the bus had already woken up, the imps and gremlins try to flee in all directions, looting all the wine and bourbon they can but... but to late!!! A giant finger presses upon a wall, which slides... crushing a few of the gremlins in it's wake. Upon-Mars leaps in fright for a bottle of magical champagne and uses the fuzziness in the drink to evaporate into thin air. POP! The music stopped. All of a sudden, in the panic, a roar could be heard loud, clear, as thunderous and as imperial as a Roman Emperor: -"Why is the radio so loud? Some of us have a headache!" says Actaeon thinking of winking again at "pang-hungry" Diki.

Funny thing happened to me this evening. "I went to the store to buy some soup but they were out of stock." S.Black

Meanwhile back at the wrench, beyond the wire woods, in between three bits of machinery and "deep inside" the motor of the bus, a small congregation of gremlins and smoking imps had gathered, seemingly happy with the current transmutation of water into wine and humans into ponies, and all of them, it seemed, where ready to prolong last night's party: -"There's nothing better than a good glass of pure cold vodka in the morning" said Upon Mars to a gremlin whilst pouring drinks down their throats. "You can all stay here welcome and warm! The ghosts of Sheol be my wittinesssssessss. There's an entire heaven to serve in here. Better than than to reign in hell, aye?!" shouted Upon Mars. At this the imps shrieked with joy and the gremlins fumed and headed, after a short "pause-wewe", back into the black and blues of white and red wines. Wines of Afghanistan, wines Russia, wines of Australia, wines of France and America, wines of all kinds and in such quantities that it would drown the all the salt of the red sea and still be wine. The air pulsated heavily with south korean music and smell of diesel and cheep alcohol had now filled the air of the motor, which was big enough to be half empty even if an entire drake settled in and filled it with treasure. But the engine room wasn't as sound proof as once thought and music started snake it's way out like some sort of angry pit viper with a broken rattle.

I never played or heard about this game.

Trip wires and organic bombs.