In a town in the middle of nowhere, there is a small, run-down town called Nilbog. Don't think too hard about the name being "Goblin" spelled backwards, it's probably not important. Anyway, in this town is a motel, simply known as the Nilbog Hotel. It's probably the most run down, shoddy motel you've ever seen, but you are desperate for a place to stay. The head of the town, a strange, eccentric old (supposedly, though she just looks like a young adult in bad makeup and a wig) woman named Creedence, greets you with kindness.

Unbeknownst to you, Nilbog is secretly a kingdom of goblins who disguise themselves and turn innocent visitors into plants by infusing their food with green slime, and Creedence is their queen. She actually looks like this. Additionally, three of the ten people staying at this motel are actually goblins as well, who were placed by Creedence herself to off you.

So are the livestock ready for harvest? Says Creedence, in a dark meeting hall in Nilbog.

Not yet, but soon, says a member of the town.

Simple. What color or colors do you associate with the above poster?

Cube-tan's color scheme is turquoise, purple, and red. :P

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Make sure that what you post is civil, nonthreatening, and anything else that falls under Da Rules. Do note that this does not count as publishing the actual work.

Carry on.

Welcome to the OOC thread for The Great Trouble Cube Road Trip! Discussion, suggestions, and plot planning all go here.

To start things off: Who wants to play as the front desk employee for the motel plot?

modedit: also here's the TCRPWiki page

( <== this parenthesis here indicates OOC.
( yes, this means i will be using my not so sharp writing skills.
( this thing's written from the FOV of my look-a-like
( i hope you have fun anyways

DAY ONE



A lonely little island sits in the middle of the ocean...

This place's all mine, but I need to give it a name. Hmm...

I've got it!



And as the new owner of Troubadour Island, I can start life anew here as the first official islander!

... Oh! Uh, where are my manners?! I forgot to introduce how I look myself!



Don't mind too much of my looks now! They didn't allow me to carry my trusty hat through the transportation thingie vroom vroom that brought me here. This is the best you'll get. Anyways, back to what I was saying...



Oh! Looks like they just finished the whole apartment thing. I suppose I'll take the first vacant room I see.



Soon after I entered, a look-a-like of me came to visit. He looks somewhat dopey, but I suppose there isn't really anyone else.
Maybe some food to establish our friendship, perhaps? Sounds good! That food stop over there just finished building, just in time!



I still haven't really finished moving in, so I entrusted my look-a-like to get me some food. As expected from someone who looks like me, he nailed it and gave me a good, well prepared steak, with vegetables for garnish, even! Not as some part of the dish itself, which ruins the taste.

Yet, it's still a bit lonely. Maybe Look-A-Like Awe knows some friends he can bring over. Maybe they could actually, you know, look good while obeying the weird regulations people seem to have when going on this island unlike me.

... After a bit of waiting, I hear Look-A-Like Awe brought a friend of theirs called Cutbug. I heard she's a trendsetter, so after 5 minutes that felt like rehearsing 100 possible futures our conversation can go through, I visit their apartment.

Aaand seems like it went well! The feeling of being a good pal is mutual among us, it seems. I knew that one extra imaginary conversation devolving into an argument would've helped.



I suppose adding some new friends could help... this first row is kinda empty with just the two of us. But a new friend's more than enough, so as symbol of my gratitude I donate some money to fund a fountain!



Alas, it seems like my donation has earned favor with the look-a-like! A new friend by Okami... Lastname has arrived. Not judging, just... ok, maybe I am being a little judgemental. But still, she sounds nice to be around.

It seems my donation has went a little farther, as while I was hanging out with Cutbug, another islander by the name of Custard And Pie came by! Heading out to meet them, I saw the newest shop and just knew it was going to be one hell of a trendy place. As I headed to their door, I hear them saying 'Ah, fuck'. Assuming they're concerned with something, I head back, disregarding the fact that they literally just said a swear word without the magic pronouncing curse kicking in.

I then try to visit Okami, but apparently she's worried too, with a worriedly worried 'bro' coming from the door. Okay, then. I guess I'm just hanging out with Cutbug then.

As I get my problem addressed, a boy named Dookie moves in and immediately disintegrates infront of our doorstep. I shrug it off and head back to my home, seeing Dookie un-disintegrate and head into his room. I ask Look-A-Like-Me a question and... woah, level up. Nice! I feel confident enough to try out rapping!

Before that, I peek out of my bedroom windows to see any activity- see if people actually go outside instead of hermiting inside like me. I see Custard running around in the beach, which is cool and all- but I've got a song to sing and I'm going to do it right now, even if...
... even if the lyrics are very questionable and APPARENTLY sourced from 'professional writers' as Look-A-Like-Me mentions. I don't think there's like a single rhyme on this.

( this is the most beautiful lyrics ever made, actual lookalike me is completely based and is WRONG

Look-a-like me started streaming the song to the professional writers as some kinda review thing. The reviews were positively glowing, but I suspect sarcasm is afoul.

Saw Look-A-Like Awe running around helping some people. They gave Custard some pancake and I heard some megalomaniac cursing from Dookie's room about how he's going to turn him into a 'k pop star for all of his consecutive disintegrations forever and ever'.



Saw Look-A-Like me buy some clothing and giving it to people. He gave tie-dyes to Custard and -

OH MY GOD THE HAT STORE IS OPEN



OH MY GOD LETS GO

After getting excited about the hat, I head back home and see a new neighbor called Zanreo moving in. I run past her and into my bedroom, because the hat shop currently didn't have any fashionable tophats for me to wear.

I guess it's time for next day, then! See you later!

Post dumb and strange things you ether believed in as a kid and/or actually did as a kid.

To start, I thought pouring Gorilla Glue (a brand of superglue) on your head would cause you to instantly grow in gorilla hair all over your body.

Post a video you found that are interesting to you, made you chuckle a bit, is just plain cool, et cetera.

I'll start.

...and you get a stupid answer.

Another game I'm importing from TV Tropes. This thread is entirely based upon the Ask a Stupid Question... trope. One poster asks a stupid question, and the next one gives a stupid answer, like the trope. They then ask another stupid question, and the cycle repeats.

Example:
This poster: How did you get in here?
That poster: I drove my car through the back and walked over here. The front door, dumbass.

I'll start.


Why is the floor wet?

Welcome to RuPaul's Drag Race Simulator!

1. at the start of every round, the host announces a category related to what they're thinking of and puts down a series of blanks, one for each letter in the word/phrase.
   
2. from there, the other players try to guess which letters are in the word/phrase (try not to clog the thread with guesses if there are already a lot of unconfirmed ones on the page!). if a correct letter is found, the host fills in the blanks that have that letter. if not, the players lose a life.
   
3. whoever guesses the word/phrase correctly first wins the round and becomes the next host. if all seven lives are lost without a correct guess, then the ‘host’ simply passes onto the next person to think of something.