Fun fact, even though this RP is worse than the first one, it's roughly twice the length Also, there is some game related stuff in here, through the eyes of Jumae, so infer what you can. Have fun reading and stuff!
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Jumae needed a merry band of comrades if he was going to claim some territory in this new city of his, and luckily for him, this inn certainly seemed to attract some well, dodgy customers as some politely-minded people would say. On the left side of the room, sitting at a table entertaining some thugs that had more muscle than brain, was his first candidate for the group, now called ‘ The Gentlemen’.
On the table just in front of Jumae, there was another possible candidate, a man who looked quite out of place in the Inn, what with his clothes that clearly cost more than the Innkeeper would ever earn in his life (though the clothes were still dirtied) but still comfortable talking to some of the obvious thieves that were hoping to get even a fraction of the man's wealth.
The third and last candidate, seemed to be one of Jumae’s favourite type of companions. Someone who clearly understood the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’, based on the way she had no-one sitting on her table, and the young man huddled over on the nearby table. Jumae was certain that if she was to join his band, then he would certainly be able to intimidate some people better than if he had to pull out the same old spells, such as the one that turned people into a clown, or the one that turned them into a bowl of porridge. Although, one smart merchant realised that being a bowl of porridge wouldn’t be that bad. No-one was desperate enough to eat porridge.
Jumae was completely at a loss as to how to handle this decision, as he was sure that he couldn’t approach all three of them but instead only one, and even then he might fail to convince them. After all, the first candidate seemed to be having plenty of fun to himself, constantly flailing his arms around as he regaled his tale, no doubt a lie based on the smallest bit of truth, like a kids movie about raising a dolphin or something.
Anyway, that was all a short term plan. Jumae knew that he had to do something about the multitude of people that had seemingly moved in on the town at the same time, based on the way his trusty scroll pinged every 5 minutes about a new notification on the happenings of the town. Unfortunately, he had managed to annoy the scroll, so he never really learned much from it. For example, below are three of the recent notifications.
‘You’ll never believe what Mailliw said in thread!’
‘10 things you didn’t expect in this LG! You’ll be shocked at 8!’
‘One mysterious announcement you can’t miss! What will happen next?’
Of course, Jumae didn’t have the time to read the articles, what with all the ads that would accompany them, advertising a way to transform into a beanbag to get rid of emotions (what a stupid idea) or how to get people to role claim in PMs, but first you need to buy the book (which would turn out to be a massive waste of money, who actually role claims?). Jumae hoped he would get to see some of his contenders soon, after all, everyone needed some competition to keep their head in the game.
Oh, it was such a shame that STINK sucked at writing RP, Jumae thought to himself, otherwise he’d have a much larger story that would rile the emotions of readers and make himself a legend to be known. Alas, STINK’s tales would only go downhill as time went on, and the novelty of Jumae started to wear off on the horde of players interested in killing and killing and killing.
