LAST TIME ON DRAGONBALL Z: >>1412206
You are now in the Medieval Era™, which sucks ass because there are no bars, hot chicks, or plumbing here.
>Who the fuck are we
You are Hijacker Anon, a human-like stick figure with the power to hijack anything.
>What the fuck is this
This is Hijack Quest. Can't you read?
>Why do you suck at drawing so much
It's 'a style'.
>Well, what do we have to work with?
Inventory:
dark scissors, bank money, ye flask, a growing sense of unease
>What's going on?
West of House
This is an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.
A rubber mat saying 'Welcome to ye olde Medieval Era™!' lies by the door.
>Go to mailbox
>Go to house
>Use an item
>Get an item
>Hijack an item
>
>>1431915
>Oh hey, I thought you were dead, QM.
Death is for the weak.
>Is that blank option the equivalent to a write-in?
Yes.
>Let's investigate how we ended up here
Oh, yes, now you remember. You used the dark scissors on the timestrem knot.
The resulting unraveling must have thrown you though time and to this past time. What a gyp. You now remember why Office Ripoff is named that way.
>Go to mailbox
>Go to house
>Use an item
>Use the dark scissors
>Get an item
>Hijack an item
>(Write-In)
>>1431937
>>(Write-In)
Find out what happened to our son.
>>1431942
>Find out what happened to our son.
Ah, your paradox white and black bastard son.
It must have been that messing with the timestreaam caused him to either vanish or appear at a different point in time. It'll be hard to find him, given that you don't know where or even when he is.
Maybe if you went to the time you saw him last, you'll be able to find him. But you've already cut the timestream knot after causing a incest time paradox, so he could be damned near anywhere by this point.
>(Write-In, because none of the other options are being chosen)
>>1432001
>Go to mailbox
You hijack the letters inside as is your nature.
That's funny, these envelopes are from the modern day.
The letter inside of one of the envelopes reads as so:
John dear, I've come to the conclusion that we need to go our separate ways. I'm sorry, but I can't bear to say such things to you in person. It just can't possibly work out. I'm a human, and you're a T-Rex.
with Love,
Chuck Tingle
How sad. And confusing. Maybe you screwed up the ttirmeeasm worse than you thought.
>Go to house
>Use an item
>Use the letter
>Get an item
>Hijack an item
>(Write-In)
>>1432097
>Go to house
>Investigate how screwy reality's become.
This looks like a house from 1950. You knock on the door, but nobody answers.
The nerve. Even though it's the Medieval Era™ and you're dressed like a thief, such inhospitality.
(I'm going to end here for tonight. Not much of a turnout.)
>>1432135
>(I'm going to end here for tonight. Not much of a turnout.)
That's fine. Thanks for the brief session, QM.