I probably should have gotten more involved with the roleplaying community before I attempted this since I haven’t the slightest clue who anyone is, but I must say, some of these are very inventive.
Count me in among Mrs Snuffer’s fans, and the "I really should get more involved in FL’s roleplaying community" group, because I have no idea who wrote any of these, either. Kudos to their authors, though - they’re really creative!
The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.
The snuffer confession is a fabulous complement to the confession from Bishop of the St Fiarce. Well done!
[quote=Daytorah]
The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.[/quote]
If you’re right, then I have to admit this is the most creative confession I’ve ever seen :P
[quote=shylarah]Yes, that’s me. Right, shameful story time!
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!!! The N-word !!!
You are free from shame, friend.
The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.
The snuffer confession is a fabulous complement to the confession from Bishop of the St Fiarce. Well done![/quote]
…Oh sweet heavens. That’s worse than I thought.
Time to launch into day 7 of confessions…
Today’s long one, in plain, neat handwriting: [quote]I am a friend and ally to a certain Valkyrie and her Ringbreakers. They are a charming and inspiring group of urchins, with their makeshift armor and virtuous hearts. The Valkyrie’s brother served as her Shieldmaiden for a time, until he was taken into the Foreign Office by an insidious plot which almost snared the Valkyrie as well.
When my work in unrelated circles led me into the Foreign Office, the Valkyrie begged me to seek out her Shieldmaiden and bring news of him back to the Ringbreakers. I found nothing of the Shieldmaiden there. That she knows, and she mourns the loss. I do not know what exactly she thinks has happened to her brother. I do know that while her Shieldmaiden is gone, her brother is not. He has put aside the shield for the songbook, the tiled roofs of the Flit for the paneled halls of the Foreign Office. A promising new member of the Face, untroubled by his old life. I do not know what exactly he thinks has happened to his sister. Each does good work for London and its people. Each is happy with their place and their fellows. I still sometimes wonder if they might have been happier together.[/quote]
Loopy and thin, in dark purple ink: [quote]I do not mean anything I do. I am not strong. I am not fearless. I am afraid of what this place will make me. But would I rather be a soft rabbit, loved and fearful, or a hissing snake outcast from my peers? I cannot tell.[/quote]
In neat, formal handwriting:[quote]No matter how many times I look at that monster of an owl, which devours secrets and splits weasels in half, it never gets any less cute.[/quote]
In a minute scrawl, and appearing to be written by a non-dominant hand: [quote]I saw something peculiar shining out in the distance, zailing my way out to Grunting Fen with a group of fellow academics; as it drew closer it seemed to vanish somewhere beneath the waves. I gave the order to submerge the zub, hoping to uncover the mystery - this attracted its attention, and a wicked set of pincers sought to pull us towards it. Swift reflexes saw us through to safety, but I’ll not forget how close we came to perishing. [/quote]
Remarkably fluid, written with expertise, confidence, and vertical lines penned with soft, triangular pennant heads:[quote]Every night, I find myself wishing I could go back to the day I met you, and walk away. [/quote]
Thin and spiky, in a spidered scrawl: [quote]I tried to help someone. Just a slip of poison over a drink. Everyone is gone now.[/quote]
Finally, in delicate Italian… italics: [quote]Five thousand years of family lore, for Stone and Salt and Storm; I followed the tradition gladly. But this next Alteration comes fuming-furious, on a wind unrecorded in my list of sixty-four directions - the unhappening whispers to me of strange new idols, wilder and more alluring. My right and duty, to bear witness: but my notebooks teem with lore that should not be.
I fear Avernus now. Not for the sunlight, but as traveller returning…[/quote]
…"Avernus"? Have I heard that somewhere before?
…AHhaha, the owl. <3 I can’t.
Is Ms Walk-Away
Mlle, Sly?
This is a great set. I feel our poor poisoner. I suspect that’s about a recent Family Matter.
Apologies, Cthulhu. **Mrs Snuffer. Poor dear.
Daytora, I am ashamed not of Neopets, but of the fact that I still have a character that was once a self-insert even if she isn’t – and that she shares my (online) name, since that’s a huge red flag a lot of the time. ^.^;;
I really like the fifth confession of this batch - there’s a lot of emotion to it. Quite like the second one, too.
Oh that owl. . .
I really liked the language on the last one of this batch nearly as much as I enjoy the live for Mrs. Snuffer
That fifth one really is moving.
Hieronymus Drake once knew a woman who spoke like that. But she was never so concise.
Actually, Hieronymous Drake also knows a lady capable of appreciating the adorability of the Bifurcated Owl: one Professor Logan.
The owl personally creeps me out, but I can’t blame whoever confessed to liking them. Just…please, please don’t crack the owl open. I’m begging you.
[quote=Reused NPC]
Thin and spiky, in a spidered scrawl: I tried to help someone. Just a slip of poison over a drink. Everyone is gone now.[/quote]Do I spy a little Dubheasa? Poor thing. It wasn’t your fault. Literally half of the people you knew slipped poison inside those tankards, too.
[quote=shylarah]…AHhaha, the owl. <3 I can’t.
Is Ms Walk-Away
Mlle, Sly?[/quote]Ding ding ding! She is!
[quote=Sara Hysaro]I really like the fifth confession of this batch - there’s a lot of emotion to it. Quite like the second one, too.[/quote]Aww! I can’t speak for the second one, but I hope you made its author as happy as you’ve made me :D
[quote=Aberrant Eremite]That fifth one really is moving.
Hieronymus Drake once knew a woman who spoke like that. But she was never so concise.[/quote]Funny. Mademoiselle knew a man like Drake, once. Then she took a Correspondence scar to the chest.
In the interest of not being left out of the guessing game, i shall confess to having confessed. {primary character only}
OH no! I hope your computer gets better soon.
aw, so sorry to hear about your computer troubles. Don’t worry, we can be patient ;)
In the meantime, “The Forgotten Saints” thread has also published some confessions for us to ponder while we wait for the next installment of this thread.
http://community.failbettergames.com/topic25343-the-forgotten-saints-confessions-at-hallowmas.aspx
That’s awful I hope you can get everything back up and running!
I know which confession is Sir Joseph, I’m sure.
You say Scandal, I hear Sapho! But that is most certainly wrong for this confession. [/quote]
That is correct, Estelle, this confession is not mine; for why would I take red honey … I have no wish to be anyone other than who I am!
[li]
It is known.