/lounge/ - Lounge

>>314169
… I remember having passed out from drinking my own piss, a challenge some pretentious goofers, so-called 'wizards' that thought I was so cowardly as to refuse their challenge. Victorious or not, I must now rise from my sofa that now barely manages to contain my fat, a blubber that was too big to be considered human. Too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough, it was more like a big pile of humanoid meat; and calling it a whale's human form would be a vast understatement.

When suddenly, a cassowary entered my room. It was like living proof that dinosaurs are deadly yet beautiful creatures with feathers. "Do not fear dissapointment" said the cassowary "Karma has been unkind to the ones you've loved despite having them shower you with expectation and radically subjective ideals" I cried happy tears, knowing such a deadly creature could understand me instead of succumb to its instincts. "Thank you, mighty cassowary, my heart feels whole again" I said.

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The cassowary taking notice of my Dorito encrusted fingers pecks hungrily. I humbly oblique, "Free maid service? why not?" I state even though I was saving those Dorito crumbs for a snack. Such a wonderful and glorious creature, truly misunderstood. The cassowary pecks every molecule off my sausage fingers, then turning its head, looking upon my sofa it sees the its prize, an unopened crushed Dorito bag, which I had in fact earlier passed out on…

haha this is good so far. re-reading it made me laugh. we need more writers

The cassowary starts rummaging its beak, now dirty with dorito, inside the crushed Dorito bag, searching for something. As I watch it, I realize that something is off. Have cassowaries always worn such beautiful shoes? Before I can return to my questions about avian fashion, the cassowary pulls something out of the dorito bag and delivers it into my round hands

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>>317784
OP here, completely forgot my thread haha. nice to know other wizards want to continue this peoject

>>314630
(what would it be? A ring? A berry? A seed of some sort? A random gem? A flash drive? a NAND chip? A lottery ticket? A shell/a bullet/a whole round?)

>>320816
(a flash drive sounds good someone post the next bit and I'll continue on from there)

>>314630
You catch a small piece of scratched, dirty black plastic with a little red dimple, that looks like anything but a plug-in device at the first glance.

You see a small rectangular hole on its narrow side.

After you try to clean the little thingy, you accidentally unlatch something - its fancy desing have preserved the USB prong intact and clean. It IS a flash drive.

>>320909
The cassowary as if awoken immediately turns its head and comes towards me and with a quick peck knocks the flash drive to the floor. It sits on the couch and lifts it legs trying to get me to look at the shoes which it wears. Wanting to see the contents of the flash drive i look at it on the floor, but due to my fat gut i cant bend over to pick the flash drive up. With my knees in pain i decide to sit, with a grunt i sit on the couch beside the cassowary. My eyes go to the shoes …

>>321139
bump


please draw the room were in

>>321139
New anon here, I think I made my post is too long, but hopefully it's good. I also made a drawing of the previous anon's post.
>>322184
"Are those… converses?"

"More specifically, Jack Purcells. I thought it'd be fitting, ya know? Cassowary, converse, they just sound good together."

I guess I had to agree with him there, but before I could respond, an obvious thought popped into my mind. Why the fuck is a talking, converse-wearing, cassowa—

"Oh, you're probably wondering a lot of things. Yes, I know the situation is strange, but I've got a mission to give you."

"A mission for me?"

"Yes, you. I'm an operative of a three-letter agency, you don't need to know which one, but you do need to know that if you disobey, I also have a secondary mission to eliminate you."

I was already sitting still, but at this point, I was frozen. Okay, that bird thing is probably trained in black ops techniques, so no chance head-on. Maybe make a run for it? Okay, yeah, keep the conversation going and escape when the time is right.

I slowly opened my mouth and said, "Okay, got it. Just tell me what to do."

"You see that flash drive over there? It's got a special-purpose operating system in it designed to give you a debrief of your tasks and has some useful tools built in, a bit like a spy version of Tails OS. Just boot from the drive, enter the password, and open the mission portal."

"Hang on, how do I know it doesn't contain a virus?"

"Look, if I wanted to harm you, I could kick you so hard in the balls right now that it undoes puberty. Just trust me here."

I got up and tried to reach for the flash drive again, but my years of sedentary behaviour betrayed me here, and when I tried to squat down to retrieve it, I groaned in pain and fell back down to the couch. The cassowary sighed and just used his shoes to do what appeared like a kick flip with the flash drive and then handed (or should I say winged?) it over to me. I plugged it in and was then met with the login screen.

"So… what's the password?"

For the first time, I saw a non-neutral expression on the cassowary's face; it was a mix of many emotions, but I could make out that there was a tinge of embarrassment.

"Fuck_ostriches2145"

I couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at this, to which the cassowary urged me to just keep going in a dismayed tone. I opened up the portal and saw…

>>322264
>Fuck_ostriches2145
lol