Abraham Bounty
Posts: 251
1/10/2012
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My speculations on the nature of the mysteries rarely venture beyond the generally accepted theories (or at least what appear to be such from a random sampling of ten or so other hypothesizes). However, there are times that I can not rein in my radical intellect and so I have posted such groundbreaking theories here for your admiration. Or scorn if you are too small minded to appreciate genius when it is lain before you.
Why are there no foxes in the city?
Why would one think that just because they can't find a small clever animal that is very skilled at hiding, they are not there?
Where is Mr Eaten?
In the well, in the Forgotten Quarter
Admittedly this can probably be considered almost mainstream, as it is a combination of two very common theories. Also the subsequent speculations become much more fanciful and farcical at this point.
What price was paid for London?
19.95. Why 19.95? Because all sleazy offers from the traitor empress are 19.95.
Who makes the Clay Men?
Failbetter Games. Strangely enough, this corporation makes no appearance in any of the records of Fallen London, The Masters, or even the works of Edmond Hoyle. And I admit precisely how Clay Men fail better at games still eludes me.
I do hope this sparks some rather iconoclastic thoughts in my fellow denizens of Fallen London. I rather suspect however that I will have to settle for a wry chuckle or two.
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News in the Neath: Noted citizen of Fallen London, Abraham Bounty, has acquired six hundred and sixty six souls. Additionally rumour has it that the lion's share of those souls was from a theft of The Brass Embasy itself. We are quite certain that this portents nothing ominous for him. Well, nothing unusually ominous anyway.
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Rupho Schartenhauer
Posts: 787
1/24/2012
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Patrick Reding wrote:
Rupho Schartenhauer wrote:
Why do the Masters of the Bazaar value echoes so?
An echo is the last sound a secret makes before it dies...
That's what everyone says. But I've never seen the original source of this rumour.
Neither have I. ;-)
What about this: the Masters are giant bats who couldn't find their own backsides without the use of echoes?
edited by Rupho Schartenhauer on 3/24/2015
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Rupho Schartenhauer has killed a Master, well: most of it.
Cortez the Killer has killed a Master, definitely.
Deepdelver has become the progenitor of London's brightest star. It's... complicated.
Dr. Kvirkvelia, gone NORTH on 23/12/1894.
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Diptych
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Posts: 3493
1/24/2012
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Or perhaps the echolocation is metaphysical - they respond to the bond, the love, between a sound and its echo.
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Sir Frederick, the Libertarian Esotericist. Lord Hubris, the Bloody Baron.
Juniper Brown, the Ill-Fated Orphan. Esther Ellis-Hall, the Fashionable Fabian.
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Patrick Reding
Posts: 440
1/24/2012
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Wieland Burandt wrote:
What about this: the Masters are giant bats who couldn't find their own backsides without the use of echoes?
That's... oddly plausible actually.
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http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/Profile/Yana
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whiteadder
Posts: 14
1/24/2012
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It makes a lot of sense... I for one have witnessed the Masters exhibit very strange behavior in the presence of sonic disturbances...
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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/whiteadder
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AlexWattsEsq
Posts: 46
1/26/2012
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I'm normally pretty hot on puns but my detectors are not firing. Help! The idea of missing a concealed pun is against my very nature.
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Little The
Posts: 700
1/11/2012
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What price was paid for London?
19.95. Why 19.95? Because all sleazy offers from the traitor empress are 19.95.
...Hm. Have you been to the Empress' Court yet? Towards the end, there are some very strong hints as to what the price was.
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A gentleman of numerous descriptors that change far too often. Second chance and menace reduction invites are welcome.
My journey to Seek the Name is recorded for posterity here. I asked "Who is Salt?"
I am a member of the Temple Club. If you would like an invitation, feel free to request one!
Fallen London is a game of choices. When you make an important one, you can record your rationale here.
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