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Ryccia's adventures in Pacifica
Chapter 1: GI-Land "No, no no no no no!" Ryccia couldn’t believe it. He was actually banished to the RP world of Pacifica! Damn Hammerstar, he thought. He was now in a world he had never known, but at the same time had a key insight as some sort of omnipotent being. Luckily, he still had his phone, although communicating to Earth was a foregone conclusion. None of the apps were compatible enough to be online. Not even Google Translate. But he had German downloaded, so he could get by. All he needed to find was a plug outlet to keep his phone alive. He began to ask the GI-Landers, thanks to his pal Google Translate, on how he could get by. Ryccia knew it was hopeless, but he told them that he was from another dimension, and did not speak a word of German. “Huh” said one studious GI-Lander, who wondered about the world “You sound like the La Vinians on Ryccia” “Call the police!” said his mother “This young boy is crazy!” Ah ha! La Vina! He created that region, along with others, to diversify Ryccia. La Vina spoke Spanish, he thought. Maybe he could move there. Or maybe to Ryccia as a whole? It was luck that Ryccians know English as a lingua franca, because their now lost god had willed it. Thank fate for that. Call the cops, maybe, for seeing this insane teenager in the streets? “Fine, mother, I’ll call the police” the young man said. But, before the authorities could arrive and take this young boy to an asylum, Ryccia left, determined to make it to Ryccia, his creation. As he ran, escaping from the police and running towards the nearest rail station (GI hooked up this nation with loads of trains), he thought of something: he needed money. He only possessed US Dollars, something that would look like highly-sophisticated fake money for some roleplay in this world. Oh, what woe is his fate! Ryccia must take...a job. Yes, a job. But he had no knowledge of German whatsoever. He relied on Google Translate, but he would not fit as a worker in the businesses of German-speaking territory. Still, he would beg. And beg he did. And failed horribly. He tried to beg in three stores for a job. He just got kicked out. There was one only option now. The bureaucracy. He could tell them that he had everything stolen. No, he couldn’t. Even if he lied about that, who could be the thief? How was it all stolen? From what nation does he come from? Where are his guardians? What is he doing in a foreign nation without a single record of a visa or whatever? If he really was a foreign national, can the authorities look at passport records in the airport? Why is he an unique genetic makeup no one has ever seen before? “Oh, what am I going to do?!” said Ryccia. But then, something came to his mind. He was able to nuke the bar time and time again. He had banished RG and GI-Land to another dimension. He had created sorcery after sorcery. Maybe he could get some money by creating it with magic? He tried enchanting like he would do at the bar. But if he created too much Gianeuros, there would be rampant inflation. So, he would have to create only the necessary to survive. Ryccia couldn’t. His magic and all power connections came from the contact of the fantastical world of the bar. Here he had no such flows of magical power, no current to fund his spells. He would have to beg and walk from city to city. But going to the border with TSSS cannot be the solution, as border guards are actually competent. He would need a ferry. He walked from place to place in Leandrostadt, trying to get food and money. Instead of getting a ride in GI-Land’s train systems, he would conserve all his Gianeuros to buy food. “Spare some change?” said Ryccia, in obviously foreign-sounding German Thanks to RG for inspiring me to do this! Link to his stories are here: http://tspforums.xyz/thread-5338-post-15...#pid158779
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7) Ryccia's adventures in Pacifica
Chapter 2: Angelhaven After weeks of walking with no end, Ryccia was finally at Angelhaven. Starving and destitute, he had subsisted by begging and stealing if necessary, although when he stole, he moved to another town as quickly as he could. He had stolen a bike, making his travel faster throughout GI-Land. “Damn. My phone is running out of battery...I want to buy an adapter, but that would cost money…” Ryccia peered to his few Gianeuros. Hmm...what he had would only last him for two weeks, and that was buying canned Vienna sausages at a cheap price. The cheapest adapter at the store was €3.00...that would have to do. Only €1.20 left to buy the canned sausages. For only four days… “Danke” Ryccia said, grabbing his purchased items. As he consumed his daily sausage can, he saw those two GI-Land devils... “Halt! Polizei!” It was the police! His stealing had made him an outlaw, searched for the police. Quickly, Ryccia got into his bike, and pedaled as fast as he could, with all his might. His heart was racing so fast, as was his stolen bike. ...At last, he lost them. Or so he reasoned. Then, he heard the grim reaper’s bell… Weeoo! Weeoo! Weeoo! Damn, it was a police car! Again, he raced as fast as he could, against these demons. “Halt! Polizei! Halt!” He cycled, cycled, cycled all over town. The carriage of his doom was ever closer. Then… CRASH!!! The policeman that was driving the car had a heart attack, and crashed. What luck! As people screamed for calls of help, Ryccia just escaped, not caring for the poor officer. ‘It was all our imagination anyway, a creation of Gian. And I must live’, Ryccia thought. After stopping in the southern city area to steal some food and money and put it in his bag, he was ready. Onward, to Cedrichausen! Thanks to RG for inspiring me to do this! Link to his stories are here: http://tspforums.xyz/thread-5338-post-15...#pid158779
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11) Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7) |
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