Castle Paradox

[Joe Man]

Alright, As many of you know, I'm working on a game called Joe Man (I named myself after the game). Basically, it is a non-linear game involving midgets, milk, and a guy named Joe.
The story (or as close to the story as I can get because of the nature of non-linear games) is as follows.

Joe woke up one morning just as he did every other morning (excluding the mornings he didn't wake up) to hear his grandmother calling him. Apon reaching her she told him that the milkman wanted to talk to him. The milkman lives is a cave full of puzzles (just like a cave in any proper RPG would) and when he finnally reaches the milkman he is informed that the milkman is out of mil and that someone must go on a quest to get some more. Joe decides that what the milkman just said had no point untill the milkman said that Joe must be the one to get it, becaise he's the young man with the 5mm birthmark on his knee shaped like milk (not a milk bottle, not a milk carton, milk.) After a great good-bye cerimony at the Alchoholics Club and being showered with gifts (the best one was a used book, "used" meaning someone drew on he pages, making it impossible to read), Joe was sent on his quest to the grocery store less than half a mile away. Joe arrived at the store and when he found the milk, the power suddenly went out and was raided by a large goup of miniscule characters bearing submachine guns and hand grenades. They first take all the milk and ravioli and then destroy a large portion of a wall and march out. Joe calls the polie, as any reasonable person would and reaches the Mafia Bros. Pizza Shop ending up with a dim-witted pizza delivery man and a pizza. From this point the story branches into three more... Branches: Joe can follow the midgets and go straight to their fortress (and into a cramped cell with a guy from his hometown), Return home and be sent on another quest to retreive the milk and ravioli (since in the half-hour Joe was gone, the town's supply of ravioli had been consumed) with a really tall insane guy, or he can linger at the store untill the police arrive and get arrested along with the pizza delivery guy, and thrown in coart with the queen of hearts. Those quests branch off as well, sometimes intersecting and all the time revealing the details of an nusual conspiracy involving pasta and dairy products. Expect utter confusion an the ocasional A+ reveiw fom the idiots in "Joe Man" (better name coming someday)

By the way, does anyone want to aid in the production once I finish the story? If you don't I'll sent my midgets after you!

Update: enough of the hate-mail, I'm still working to an acceptable level. If you hate my posts just don't read them.
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Last edited by Joe Man on Fri Dec 13, 1957 1:21 am; edited 2,892 time in total

[Flamer]

here's a reason why people hate your posts.
because you're spamming the boards with nothing but empty reports, these kinda things go in a livejournal, where people who are interested will read it and people who are not doesn't get disturbed with spam.
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(no offense to anyone that was mentioned)