I just recently finished my first game of Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple. It was a play by post game, and was quite enjoyable. For those with you unfamiliar with Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple, it is a story creation game. You play a monk type person who tries to help people in trouble. The game starts off with the pilgrims receiving a letter about some trouble that is rising, and it is your job to stop that trouble. There are rules that dictate on rater you succeed or not.
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So here is the letter I and the other payers received.
I’m probably not who should be writing you about
this problem, but my boss George has locked himself in
the executive bathroom and won’t come out. Not that I
blame him, except, you know? I do. Still, I can understand.
Things were pretty simple here at Popsicore Park. We
sold tickets and junk food, kept the rides running and
the park clean (a big job that, what with the rides, kids
and junk food). It was hard work, yeah, but not exactly
When the Sky Cabbages first came to our world it
didn’t make much of an impact here. It was pretty weird
that our world was being visited by talking Sky Cabbages,
but it didn’t have anything to do with the daily round of
repairs, cleanup and crowds. Not even when a bunch of
crazies called “The Coleslaw Front” started attacking the
Sky Cabbages at random with bombs and machetes. But
then the Cabbages discovered that they loved amusement
parks. So of course they showed up here.
That gave us a number of problems. First, since
they were six-foot high, the Cabbages are tall enough
for our rides. But they’re also six-feet wide, which is a
bit of an issue. We could have turned them away, but
the Sky Cabbages waved a lot of money at George, so he
signed some contract with them and told me to figure
Most of our rides are based on a standard cart design.
I figured that if we replaced all the seats with a padded
floor and sides and added extra safety straps, we could
accommodate one Sky Cabbage per cart. I told George
this, and he told me to change over a quarter of the carts
on each ride to carry Cabbages.
Well, we closed three days in midweek for the
changeover, and planned to reopen on Friday with a big
ad campaign about how we were now “Cabbage friendly
George figured since a lot of people were curious about
the Sky Cabbages, we’d pull in a lot of regular people, to
He’d probably have been right, if the High Slicer of the
Coleslaw Front hadn’t gotten on the radio and broadcast
a threat to send a thousand thugs with machetes to slice
up the Cabbages if they dared show their, ah, leaves, at
Well, just as George had decided to not open the park
on Friday, a delegation of Cabbages showed up, waving
the contract George had signed and told him in no
uncertain terms that they weren’t afraid of the Coleslaw
Front, and if the park wasn’t open Friday, they’d sue.
That’s when George retreated, leaving me in charge
This leaves me with two big questions I was hoping
you guys could help me with: first, do I open the park
tomorrow; and second, even with the modified cart, is
safe to put a giant Cabbage on a roller coaster?
I’ll stick this letter in a helium balloon and let it go —
with any luck it’ll float to your temple in time.
Chief of Maintenance, Popsicore Park
And here is the story of how we tried (and failed) the save the day
Loud-mouth Little-gift descends on Popsicore Park, raining free park passes on all the citizens as he flies by. Pilgrim Confused Stone thinks a typo has occurred, and starts adding “ing” behind the word “park” on all the free PARKING passes he can find. Impulsive Haiku approaches The Coleslaw Front and presents them with a beautiful poem about peace. Pilgrim Confused Stone offers to open any jars, for his strength matches that of a thousand thugs. Hazel Harrington asks Pilgrim Confused Stone to look at the contract her boss signed. It’s a good thing Loud-mouth Little-gift knows a thing or two about marketing, for those who volunteer to pay for parking also get a Popsicore Person bobble-head! Misunderstanding little Pilgrim Loud-Mouth Little-gift request to make one-hundred six inch Popsicore Person bobble-heads, Pilgrim Confused Stone proceeds to make one-hundred six-foot tall Popsicore Person bobble-heads.
George returns and is furious with Confused Stone about the bobblehead mixup, but Pilgrim Impulsive Haiku calms him, saying- ‘Chance may slip away. Unless it is gazed upon. By those with fresh eyes.’ She then glomps George, who doesn’t take too kindly to personal displays of affection.
The High Slicer of the Coleslaw Front issues a statement that Pilgrim Confused Stone’s construction of a bobble head army is a declaration of war. Pilgrim Loud-mouth Little-Gift issues a statement that says “Bring it on!” just as a ship from the talking Sky Cabbages lands at the park.
Pilgrim Impulsive Haiku explains the custom on her world of glomping on strangers and apologizes to George.
Pilgrim Confused Stone becomes excited when he finally looks at the contract and finds a clause that is written in the Talking Cabbages native language that says “Si n’importe qui se cache dans la salle de bains exécutive pendant plus de 24 heures, alors l’ennui peut être un pied, et le contrat peut être renégocié.”
“It’s the Porcelain Throne Clause, you poop!” bellows Loud-mouth Little-gift, announcing the voiding of the contract.
“It’s the executive bathroom, not the Porcelain Throne…” says George, sparking Impulsive Haiku to burst in laughter. Hazel explains to George that the name isn’t important- the Cabbages laugh nervously, their threat to sue having been instantly nullified.
Pleased with the way things are going, Confused Stone decides to relax a bit and ride his favorite ride the Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke P’tang Zoo Boing roller coaster. Confused Stone accidentally gets into a modified cart, and the ride begins with him still not strapped in!
Running to the Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke P’tang Zoo Boing roller coaster to Stop Confused Stone, Loud-mouth Little-gift trips and falls into the talking Sky Cabbages, which causes all the Sky Cabbages to fall down, and start to roll down the hill in which they were standing on. Just for fun, Impulsive Haiku pushes Hazel Harrington down the hill, causing her to roll down the hill just behind the cabbages. Impulsive Haiku shouts, “Everybody! Try the new ride!” and rolls down after Hazel and the cabbages.
Realizing a bit too late that the he was not buckled in correctly, Confused Stones holds on for dear life especially through the Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke P’tang loops, but finshes the ride unharmed and thrilled at how fun the ride was.
Confused Stone then proceeds to be sick all over George, who is not amused.
Loud-mouth Little-gift, the artist that he is, begins to hand out caricature drawings to all those who arrive at the end of the impromptu hill ride.
While Impulsive Haiku is composing a poem about the new ride, she finds herself face to face with the High Slicer of The Coleslaw Front himself! Oh no, she was impulsive while composing the haiku, “It’s the High Slicer. who would be much more healthy. without the mayo!”
After becoming sick, Confused Stone decides to offer to “hose” down George in order to clean him up. Hazel Harrington- unable to keep a straight face any longer- bursts out laughing at her boss.
“I’ll just leave this pen and easel here so you can draw your own caricature!” shouts Loud-mouth Little-gift just before he flies away, almost surrounded by the Coleslaw Front. Impulsive Haiku squirts the High Slicer with a convenient bottle of mayo and flies away- as he shakes his eggy fist at her. Confused Stone proceeds into hooking up a hose to the fire hydrant, which shots water everywhere, and causing Confused Stone to fly into the air due to the pressure of the hose, and sadden by the mistakes, he decides to leave before causing any more confusion.