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133588 No. 133588 ID: e7c7d3

It's the sandiest day ever! It is the day where various quest characters hang out at the beach. Take some vacation time away from your monstrous labs, dreary dungeons, dystopian futures, and awkward romances. Instead enjoy some sun and energetic waters with other quest characters!

This year has a boardwalk set up for your entertainment and enjoyment! Set up your own booth, enjoy the sights, have an easy pre-made background so you can focus on the shenanigans. The possibilities are endless!

The boardwalk was built by the lovely Anon44 and you can get the file here:
You will most likely need Sketchup: free edition to utilize it properly, (does require a login.):

Previous Beach Days:
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No. 133743 ID: ca2950
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Leimahtaa: "A childish scrawling, an immature insult and a pittance of a reward. Whoever is distributing these scraps obviously has some pitiful, little grudge gnawing at them, but I can't for the life of me think of who it could be.
All the context clues are pointing to some impoverished nobody.

However, it might be an amusing diversion to watch the insects scurry around in the dirt at my feet."
No. 133744 ID: 11f77a
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No. 133745 ID: 11f77a
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No. 133746 ID: 11f77a
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Driga: Ah~ It's about time we arrived to the testing course, Njar.

Driga: With the Beach Police dismantled there are so many new subjects to try out my devices straight from Huron's labs!

Njar: Yeah. I finally won't have to play victim to your experiments for once.

Driga: Send the word out, then! Driga's Armaments is officially open!

Driga has 12 weapons that needs gratuitous testing. Request one today!
No. 133747 ID: d63ea8
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Drawer: “Get her back?”


Drawer: “Yes, I think I shall.”

Drawer: “But you might want to take a step back.”
No. 133748 ID: d63ea8
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Drawer: “First few rows are a splash zone.
No. 133760 ID: e51896
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*deep breath*

No. 133761 ID: e51896
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:bd_2020_arthurius:: OOOF!
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No. 133763 ID: e51896
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The landing of the long fall caused Arthurius to end up inside a box and has been welcomed by the blanketed embrace of a pile of clothing and costumes littered within the box, unfolded and neglected yet warm and comforting. And while the clothing had broken his fall, it is yet to be seen if the fall had broken Arthurius’ spirit as he has been knocked out, not allowing him to realize that against all but cartoon logic, he has fallen stuck inside a old costume of a green prehistoric t-rex, and a patched old hat which has flown and fallen right on top of the bald head of the dinosaur after the impact of the fall.
No. 133803 ID: 6f7a5a
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Sister Tawney: "the giant was last seen near the southern jungle, but hasn't been seen since, she couldn't be too hard to find there are not a lot of places a giant could hide around here."
No. 133815 ID: 2bd15b
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Dervan: Did you hear what the quest giver said about the location of the target?

Bob: Yes I did sir and I am already scanning that area. Uhh, the giant seems to be hiding among other similar looking statues.

Dervan: I doubt it is hiding, maybe that is just the place where it is feeling most relaxed. Anyway, it doesn't matter, simply shoot the second statue on the right and bring the head to our location.

Bob: Understood sir!

No. 133816 ID: 2bd15b
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Dervan: Ugh! It is impossible to see anything when the shock waves of the blast hit the location with a lot of sand is surrounding it in the first place. Well to be honest there is not much to see after that, so let me explain what your eyes can't see.

Dervan: I order my worker to shoot a short-range teleporting beam from his orbital satellite in order to only teleport the head of the target and in that way decapitating her. It is quick, painless, bloodless, and efficient.

Dervan: And if you would loo in this direction...

Dervan: You will see that the teleportation process is already being.

No. 133817 ID: 2bd15b
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Dervan: .......What!

Dervan: Bob are you aware that you just teleported a stone head to our location and not the head of the giant...Yes, I am sure that you made a mistake, I know what I am seeing with my eyes!.... I said to shoot the second target on the right what part of that you didn't understand?.... What do you mean, you thought it was on your right!.... Ok just then simply shoot the statue on your left you, idiot!

Dervan: What do you mean you can't!.... What it has to charge for 12 hovers, why doesn't it has to take that long!.... I don't care about your excuses!... Why didn't you take off the helmet if it did hinder your aiming!... If I even go to that satellite station I will push you out of the airlock door and leave you to float in the space until you suffocate!

Dervan: Unbelievable!

Dervan: I don't know what to say this is completely unprofessional on my side of things. Apparently, the person who is operating my satellite station doesn't know the difference between the left and right. I have nobody else to blame than myself to this incompetence.

Dervan: I need a drink, I apologize for not being able to fulfill this contract. This was nothing but a huge blunder on my record and I wish to forget for this ever happening in the first place.

No. 133819 ID: 11f77a
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Following the lead given by the giraffe town-crier, the Sajjas assassin storms past her in search of the dreadful and horrible Howie. Shuffling through the sand the blue stalker comes upon the lost container of novelty Halloween costumes washed ashore. She can feel the weather change drastically, and the sky greys up with rolling thunder in the distance. An ominous breeze waves the container’s steel door with a screech of rusty hinges. Yet the atmosphere doesn’t stir our cutthroat beachgoer one bit.

Key: That thoughts-and-prayers choirgirl thinks she’s so hot, telling me to play dress up. Hrff! Whatever. Let’s see what I can pick up here.

No footprints, many disappeared from the rustling of wind a year ago. She hunches down over scattered clothes and begins her investigation on the illusive reptilian bastard. She sniffs around, searching for a hint of that repugnant smell of bogwater and scales.

She lifts a santa hat and can detect a feint odor of both a noxious element and a royal fragrance of cinnamon and coals. The clash of opposite ends in the aroma spectrum makes her snort and curl her whiskers like dying vines.

Key: Phugh! That’s never gonna go away. This is an old scent, unfortunately. But it’s something at least. Howie could be anywhere in the world by now. But I’ll stalk him to the ends of the arm of this spiral galaxy!
No. 133820 ID: 11f77a
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:bd_2020_arthurius: Ugh… what a landing.

:bd_2020_arthurius: I should’ve just stayed at the DJ booth when I had the chance.
No. 133822 ID: 2bd15b

picture taken moments before disaster
No. 133825 ID: 19da02
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Kelepee grins, smirking at the dude that's looking at her. "Only the top ones are lewd. Everybody knows that," she says.

Caorian just shakes her head as she walks to the far side of the net. "We'd be happy to vollyball with y'all," she says. "The rules are pretty simple. You have to hit the ball over the net, and the other team tries to hit it back to you over the net. If the ball touches the ground inside the marked area on your opponent's side of the net, you score a point, but if it hits the net or the ground outside of the marked area, the other team gets a point. And you can't catch the ball or hold it or anything. You gotta smack it back and forth."

"And if you score a point, somebody on the other team has to take off a piece of clothes." Kelepee adds.

"I don't thin-"

"Nope, says it right there in the rules." Kelepee licks her lips.
No. 133843 ID: ca2950
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Keimi hurls a distracting cloud of sand into the air at Drawer.

Keimi: "Screw this! Book it!"
Alex: "What is even happening?"
Keimi: "Just run!"

Keimi and Alex have fled.
No. 133884 ID: 4bd3e7
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"Diagram, you explain to the customer, I'm getting a call."

"O-oh! Alright, sure thing."

Diagram turns to the rabbit fellow, thinking about his question.
"You're so thoughtful, getting something nice for your girlfriend! I'm not sure what she'd want to put in these, though! Water works best in these guns. They're meant to be fun toys, right? I guess you could use other substances if you wanted, but the results get unpredictable otherwise. I remember that time someone snuck in some imported honey from one of the nearby worlds, and things got a little explosive, pardon the metaphor."

The scent still lingers in her memories. The entire room, smelling like freshly-baked honey biscuits. It took the facility *weeks* to get it scrubbed off the testing chamber walls, though some clones complained, stating that they preferred the smell.

What do you MEAN, someone else is selling guns? That's our niche! I'm gonna do something about it!

*stomp stomp stomp stomp*

"Diagram, I'm gonna hop out for a moment. There's some... recon I need to conduct."
Before the blue girl can say anything, her sales partner disappears out the back, the door slamming behind her.

"...Apologies for that, sir. I understand if you're not interested any more, but I can guarantee that there are many other high-quality products in our catalog! Perhaps you'd be interested in some hyper-tensile water balloons instead? They're fillable with anything you want, and burst open on impact better than 98% of similar balloons on the market! I'd really rather not be held accountable for any damages you cause, though..."
No. 133885 ID: 4bd3e7
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Meanwhile, in a back alley...
A certain rebel goes to investigate a shady van, armed with a "clever" deception.
She thinks to herself, "Man, these guys are total ripoffs. Can't they come up with anything more original? Pssh."

"Hello, I'm here to buy one of those... fine weapons you have there. Do you have anything particularly small, unassuming, yet powerful? Do you take MREs as payment?"

She pauses, watching the dealer duo through her paper-thin disguise.
The stand-off continues, and the rebel gets flustered. She jabs a finger towards the truck accusationally.
"Aren't you going to give me one of the guns? MREs are totally valid currency where I come from!"
No. 133886 ID: 6f7a5a
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Aebin Nethar:"Unlike this Trash haggler I have coin to spend, but I won't pay much if you can't prove the quality of these weapons"
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No. 133889 ID: e51896
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:bd_2020_arthurius: : *Thinking* (ACK! IS SHE N-N-NAKED???)

Arthurius Howie immediately averts his eyes away from stares lustfully at the state of undress Key is in.

:bd_2020_arthurius: :*Thinking* (I get it… She’s having one of those nightmares… the one where the dreamer is underdressed in public… she’s all curled up in a ball trying to hide her exposure… the poor woman… but as a Dreamcier, it is my duty to save this dreamer from awakening from her nightmare… I’ll need to act swiftly to get out of this disconcerting mess quickly.)

Arthurius Howie is sweating over the awkwardness of seeing is drooling over the view of Key’s bare backside.
No. 133890 ID: e51896
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:bd_2020_arthurius: :”TAKE THIS!”

Arthurius Howie throws some clothing he found in the trailer to throws a diversion to blanket Key so she can get dressed so he can make an escape
No. 133891 ID: e51896
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Arthurius Howie proceeds to wait in the trailer so Key can have privacy make his retreat into the trailer quickly slamming the door on his way in
No. 134018 ID: 6f7a5a
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The time of monsters is return and a floating fortress arrives on the horizon
No. 134019 ID: 6f7a5a
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. . . bearing the wielder of the kraken.
a champion who welcomes all challengers
No. 134106 ID: 11f77a
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Driga: Ah, I'll be taking payment in the form of credits. Hmm, you're not a returning customer, are you?

Njar: Oh, hey Argine...

Njar: She cool, Dreeg. Give her somethin'.

Driga: Well~ I've been experimenting with a new, uh--cleaning solution meant for removing tough irradiated stains from satellites bleached from the sun.

Driga: Perhaps you can test it on someone who spilled some barbeque sauce on their pants.

Driga: I'll be right with you, strange Chupian. You ask for quality? I'll try to scrounge up a good one in a moment.
No. 134120 ID: 11f77a
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Driga: Ah, I knew I'd find it eventually!

Driga: Here you go, sir. I've been trying to make it a get-away solution when in a hot spot but it won't pick up anything heaver than a person.

Driga: For now--do what you can! Let me know what you discover.
No. 134227 ID: 6f7a5a
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Ulric:"Lab grown tissue? you call this slop meat, My father is a butcher and he'd throw you out of town for such a claim! You mush brained lop-ears could never know the value of a fresh kill, to feast on the death of another. I spit at your stall and all your garden wrecking kind."
No. 134407 ID: d63ea8
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*Anime music intensifies.*
No. 134408 ID: d63ea8
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Drawer: Did you just...
No. 134410 ID: d63ea8
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No. 134411 ID: d63ea8
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No. 134412 ID: d63ea8
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No. 134413 ID: d63ea8
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((Author's Note:))
((The Drawer will not be as easy to defeat in AGoW.))
No. 134446 ID: ca2950
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Rynh: "I'm just going to walk around in a boy's swimsuit and hope nobody notices I'm a girl or even worse, tries to copy me so that there's a bunch of topless girls running around. That would be the worst."
No. 134482 ID: 6c227a

Oh hey look at that regular adolescent boy over there.
No. 134526 ID: 6f7a5a
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Nethar:"a ballon gun, this is the best you have? bah, it'll have to do."

* * *

Nethar:"Lady Kensington, you'd best come with me unless you want your flimsy swimsuit floating up to the stars."
No. 134528 ID: 8483cf
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"Aah!" Serah jumps backward. "W-what do you want? Money? Please don't touch my swimsuit!"
No. 135695 ID: 11f77a
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The hunt resumes.

The assassin stalks her prey in the dark of the cold, steel container. Pillars of boxes tower over the hapless individual garmented in the wrong costume at the wrong time.
No. 135696 ID: 11f77a
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:bd_2020_arthurius: : huff hrrf What’s this girl’s deal?

:bd_2020_arthurius: : That does it… forget the bounties. Next time I get an invitation to this beach, I’m giving it to Mags!
No. 135697 ID: 11f77a
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Key: There you are, you disgusting swamp filth!

Key: I’m taking your head; and let the gulls pick at your bloated corpse left behind! And your bones will be used to pick the beak of the More Kraken!

:bd_2020_arthurius: : Aaaaaaah!!

Key: Ye be still and I will grant a swift decapitation!
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No. 135868 ID: c7f601

No. 135900 ID: 11f77a
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The headhunter carries her prize. Horrible Howie, once a monster who desecrated the land with his foul presence alone, had been silenced.

All that's left is to return the evidence to the town-crier and claim the handsome reward--
No. 135901 ID: 11f77a
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Key: You think this is funny, you walking chimney?!

Key: Sending me on a wild chase to bring you some scruff mcgruff mascot head?

Key: There was never any horrible creature--all this was hyped up for your royal amusement.

Key: I demand compensation for wasting my time or I'll have my revenge, tall-neck!
No. 135904 ID: e51896
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Meanwhile back in the boxcar, Arthurius sits with his back leaning behind a box. His head peeks out of his shirt which he ducked his head under to avoid getting decapitated. Only the top of his hat got destroyed. He takes a look at the fake vampire blood packet he found in one of the boxes. Some of it got in his mouth, it tastes a little bit like... raspberry jam?

:bd_2020_arthurius: :"That was scary... thank Morpheus I found this..."

he sighs loudly

:bd_2020_arthurius: :"Why is everyone at this beach so INSANE?!? Ugh, forget this place, I'm going home. I'll pick up my team later..."

Arthurius makes his exit off the beach.
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Lanix seems about to react in anger at being hit, but takes a moment to calm herself

Sister Tawny: "There is no need to throw a fit child, I'm sure you must be very frustrated but I did warn you that Horrible Howie was far out of your league


Sister Tawny: "Neither I nor the crown can compensate you for a failed job, I thought I had made that very clear. but how's this for a reward, you a peasant pursued a fiend that should have meant your certain death but escaped with a most precious gift, your own life! truly you are blessed! and on your journey you've found a fine coat and hat to keep you warm in the cold winter months! so in a way you HAVE earned compensation!"

Tawny feels her wet hood

Sister Tawny: "now if there's nothing else, I'll need to clean off this jam before it stains."
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