conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: painintheear: Hello!  Lets start.
  
  TeH TraitorPants sez, "Sammy, take a needle.  If you don't have it some of your skills will suffer, so don't lose it.  Why don't you lazy bums take your own equipment anyhow?  What bums.  Salty, take a pen, if you're gonna write poetry you'll need a pen."
  
  Sammy pokes self with needle.
  
  "Unless you wanna write in blood.  But I'm the only dev- I mean, don't do it; write in pen.  Hey, nerd, take a hoe."
  
  "What?!  Not my daughter!!  A garden hoe, which you can use as a weapon, too!"
  
  "Now, down heres the temple.  Its got like some gold or something.  All we gotta do is walk down there and grab it and go.  Don't worry about the  skeleton archers  down there, they're just some friends of mine.  Come on guys, lets walk down the way!!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: jmbrown: "Sammy is a short man with curly black and a handlebar mustache.  The mustache is a fake but he believes facial hair makes him more manly.
  
  Sammy stands around and feels the cool breeze on his skin.  It was on a midsummer's night that he was bitten by a vampire.  Ironically, the vampire literally choked to (re)death from the ensuing torrent of blood.
  
  Sammy looks at the skeleton archers and nods his head.  'Very well,' Sammy says 'For the fate of all nations I shall claim my prize!' 
  
  Sammy is a very disturbed man.  You see, when he was transformed into a creature-of-the-night (and I do not mean the companion who offers a valuable service in exchange for coinage), the event scrambled his perception of reality.  Sammy believes he's in a fantasy novel!  Seriously, a fantasy novel.  He could have at least chosen a medium of fiction that wasn't riddled with hackneyed tropes and terrible ideas.
  
  "There stands the half-naked elf clad in leather armor.  Her bosom shows through the low-cut "v" of her armor and she winks at you before being struck by a +2 arrow of elf-whore bane.  Perhaps if her armor had covered more than her sternum she wouldn't be in this situation but you shrug, loot her body, and touch some boob before thinking about how you'll spend your three gold pieces."
  
  You neckbeards make me sick.  *ptew*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: painintheear: Spoiler 
    Was I unclear that you guys are going with TraitorPants?  He's an NPC... going into the dungeon with you, he becomes a traitor when you get in and leaves.  sorry for confusion....
   
  
  
  oh!  So, I'm just really confused about elf boobs.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Corporate M: Salty is pretty sure this is a trap. He's lied and pulled enough backstabs to know that. But there might just be gold down there. And gold loot means he doesn't have to work for the gold. He won't even have to stab anyone in the back... maybe...
  
  Salty looks around for some rocks to throw at the skeleton archers. Right now they're friends, sure. But he might want to see them attack his comrades later if there's not enough gold to go around. And by enough gold, he means being set for life.
  
  Rolling rogue dice to search for and sneak rocks into pocket to throw at the skeleton archers later so I can blame it on them. Assuming it'd be rogue stereotype cause I'm shceming and looking for stuff.
   (4d6)[ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](12) 
  
  Picture somewhat related of his philosophy when it comes to searching for this gold:
   http://www.coolstuffinc.com/images/P...enth/Greed.jpg 