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Let's Play Brad Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:21:31 1e864a No.7193

This is a game I usually play with friends but I thought some of you guys might be lonely. I don't come here often but I thought we could all have fun. Let's play this.

We are all playing as "Brad". "Brad" is a 25 year old alcoholic sitting in a bar. You can control him for what ever reason as long as your post ends in an even number. You can only reroll for your action after another person posts. Have a goal in mind when playing this game, try to get him to complete it. It can be literally anything.

Stat Checks. Over time Brad can get items that have multipliers for his stats as of right now they are all one

Charisma 1

Speed 1

Strength 1

Stealth 1

Etc. 1

Rules

If Brad dies the game ends

If Brad is arrested for more than ten years the game ends

If Brad loses all his limbs the game ends

"Any questions? Or shall we begin?"

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:23:11 09273a No.7194

Brad, you must find the keys to enlightenment:

>A salty shoe.

>The key to the city.

>12 canned beans

>Two turtle doves

>And a partridge in a pair tree.

Only then will you find true happiness.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:24:31 09273a No.7195

>>7194

>true happiness

And a cure for autism, hopefully.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:32:17 09273a No.7196

op, pls

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:47:43 1e864a No.7197

>>7194

Looking up from the bar the man shook his head as suddenly the cosmos was opened up with a very short window. As he saw this he stood up and shouted,

"Eeh Gads! I know what I need to do now!" This had drawn a small bit of attention to himself as he knocked over his bottle of whiskey.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 02:54:03 09273a No.7198

>>7197

Let's start with the canned beans. They might have some at the bar.

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 03:13:17 1e864a No.7199

>>7198

>Brad leans in really close to the bartender

"Ey essay. You got some beans?"

>Breath reeks of alcohol

>Bartender is offended personally by this but obliges.

>Lays a bag of beans on the table.

What next.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 03:23:30 09273a No.7200

>>7199

>bagged beans

BAGGED BEANS? GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE WE NEED CANS

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 03:30:13 1e864a No.7201

>>7200

>Brad smacks the bag of beans on the ground

"THE FUCK IS THIS!?"

"FUCKING BAGGED BEANS!?"

>Brad grabs the bartender by the shirt

"GET ME SOME CANNED BEANS NOW!"

>Attention level has increased to maximum"

>The whole bar is staring in awe as the bartender exclaims

"We don't have any canned beans!"

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 03:34:04 09273a No.7203

>>7201

This one wastes our time.

dispach him and buy some canned beans from walmart or sothing

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 04:53:01 8effa5 No.7206

>>7201

Let's crawl on out of here and go to our motorcycle.

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 11:52:16 1e864a No.7214

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>>7206

>Brad made his way through the crowd of concerned people

>Walk outside to find trike

>Trike is gone

>Spraypainted in white says 'IOU' in its place

>Dinkleberg.gif

What do?

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:05:15 09273a No.7221

>>7214

Perhaps we should re-prioritize. A salty shoe shouldn't be too hard to find.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:05:46 09273a No.7222

>>7221

fuck

>re rell

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:13:44 1e864a No.7223

>>7222

>Forgets about the motercycle

"I don't think I should find a salty shoe."

>Brad says this aloud before looking around.

>A local whore noticed and laughs at him from a distance.

Anonymous 10/07/15 (Wed) 19:30:27 09273a No.7224

What do you mean you shouldn't find the shoe?

>2040

>Denying the importance of salty shoes

Fine. At least get the key to the city.

Game Master Brad 10/07/15 (Wed) 22:49:21 1e864a No.7225

>>7224

>Brad felt troubled, though he didn't know why

>He looked up to the sky

"I need to find the key to the city."

>The hooker from earlier burst out laughing again as crabs crawled out of her skirt.

"What… what's wrong with me?"

>He whispered outloud as his ability to inner monologue was gone.

Anonymous 10/08/15 (Thu) 14:25:11 2da95e No.7234

>>7225

Ask the hooker if she's high class enough to know the mayor, and if we can break into his office together to steal the key to the city.