Dyslexia
03-27-2011, 11:07 AM
Endless cigars and endless matches.
I wasn't an immediate convert but the more I play with this the more I love it, so if no one buys it I will happily smoke away until I can get the first iron lung alteration in all of Elanthia.
More below:
In the speckled alder humidor:
scroll (1): a square of creamy vellum parchment.
other (2): a copper-banded thick brown cigar, a small red-tipped match.
In the Common language, it reads:
To the lucky winner of this humidor, allow me to extend my congratulations!
These cigars will never run out, nor will the matches. I only ask that you use them in the spirit of generosity, and not seek to be a nuisance with my Finest Reserves. I will be most displeased if I hear of someone leaving thousands of my cigars strewn across a town.
--Droughtman
A thick silver band is wrapped around the cigar between a pair of copper bands. Embossed on its circular seal is a maze of cerulean and the phrase, "Droughtman's Reserve."
>light match
You light the match by flicking it against your thumb.
>light my cig with match
You inhale deeply on the cigar. The area fills with a maple and apples smoke.
Your burning match just burned out. It disappears in a small puff of smoke.
>prod cigar
Taking short puffs off your cigar, each inhalation changes the overall flavor on your tongue.
>roll cigar
You pucker and blow a ring of white smoke into the air. It hangs for a moment, swirling, and then slowly dissipates to nothing.
>puff cig
Taking a puff of your cigar, you cause the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.
>puff cig
Puffing slowly on your cigar, you roll the smoke over your tongue, savoring the different nuances of flavor.
>puff cig
A curtain of shimmering silver smoke drifts from the tip of your thick brown cigar, covering your field of vision in a veil of glittering motes.
>puff cig
You roll your cigar between your thumb and index finger for a moment before puffing contentedly, sending maple and apples smoke into the air.
>tap my cig
You tap the cigar, knocking a clump of ashes to the ground.
>tap my cig
There's not enough ash buildup on the end of the cigar to warrant that.
>drop cig
The cigar drops to the ground in a puff of sparks, bounces twice, and goes out.
I wouldn't be surprised if there were more scripts as I seem to keep finding things as I mess around.
Also you get a bunch of interactions just as you sit there smoking it.
A draft of wind swirls the cigar smoke around you.
Hazy curls of smoke escape the tip of the cigar, forming a transparent curtain around you.
Moving your right hand around idly, you leave a wavy line of maple and apples scented smoke in the air.
Curls of cigar smoke linger about you in a maple and apples scented haze.
You slowly roll your cigar between your thumb and index finger.
A thin stream of blue-grey smoke streams from the cigar in your hand, drifting upward in a loose coil.
Holding the cigar poised between your fingers, you use your thumb to tilt the tip of it up toward you, inspecting it for a moment.
Maple and apples smoke curls up from the cigar in your hand.
A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around you, making it eddy and whirl.
Your cigar begins to smoke badly. Ash build-up! (didnt tap it I guess)
Maybe more.
Sold!
Will accept trade offers and BOs of course.
I wasn't an immediate convert but the more I play with this the more I love it, so if no one buys it I will happily smoke away until I can get the first iron lung alteration in all of Elanthia.
More below:
In the speckled alder humidor:
scroll (1): a square of creamy vellum parchment.
other (2): a copper-banded thick brown cigar, a small red-tipped match.
In the Common language, it reads:
To the lucky winner of this humidor, allow me to extend my congratulations!
These cigars will never run out, nor will the matches. I only ask that you use them in the spirit of generosity, and not seek to be a nuisance with my Finest Reserves. I will be most displeased if I hear of someone leaving thousands of my cigars strewn across a town.
--Droughtman
A thick silver band is wrapped around the cigar between a pair of copper bands. Embossed on its circular seal is a maze of cerulean and the phrase, "Droughtman's Reserve."
>light match
You light the match by flicking it against your thumb.
>light my cig with match
You inhale deeply on the cigar. The area fills with a maple and apples smoke.
Your burning match just burned out. It disappears in a small puff of smoke.
>prod cigar
Taking short puffs off your cigar, each inhalation changes the overall flavor on your tongue.
>roll cigar
You pucker and blow a ring of white smoke into the air. It hangs for a moment, swirling, and then slowly dissipates to nothing.
>puff cig
Taking a puff of your cigar, you cause the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.
>puff cig
Puffing slowly on your cigar, you roll the smoke over your tongue, savoring the different nuances of flavor.
>puff cig
A curtain of shimmering silver smoke drifts from the tip of your thick brown cigar, covering your field of vision in a veil of glittering motes.
>puff cig
You roll your cigar between your thumb and index finger for a moment before puffing contentedly, sending maple and apples smoke into the air.
>tap my cig
You tap the cigar, knocking a clump of ashes to the ground.
>tap my cig
There's not enough ash buildup on the end of the cigar to warrant that.
>drop cig
The cigar drops to the ground in a puff of sparks, bounces twice, and goes out.
I wouldn't be surprised if there were more scripts as I seem to keep finding things as I mess around.
Also you get a bunch of interactions just as you sit there smoking it.
A draft of wind swirls the cigar smoke around you.
Hazy curls of smoke escape the tip of the cigar, forming a transparent curtain around you.
Moving your right hand around idly, you leave a wavy line of maple and apples scented smoke in the air.
Curls of cigar smoke linger about you in a maple and apples scented haze.
You slowly roll your cigar between your thumb and index finger.
A thin stream of blue-grey smoke streams from the cigar in your hand, drifting upward in a loose coil.
Holding the cigar poised between your fingers, you use your thumb to tilt the tip of it up toward you, inspecting it for a moment.
Maple and apples smoke curls up from the cigar in your hand.
A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around you, making it eddy and whirl.
Your cigar begins to smoke badly. Ash build-up! (didnt tap it I guess)
Maybe more.
Sold!
Will accept trade offers and BOs of course.