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Parson's World

2013-01-19T19:37:36Z

Abb3w: /* Speculation */ ...and my multi-year experiment on Peeps is now finished

=Speculation=

The Universe [[Parson|Parson Gotti]] came from. It's generally similar to the [[Real World|real world]], but part of the same fictional metaverse of Erfworld (the story). [[Stanley the Tool]] named this world as '''Stupidworld'''.

The evidence we have for this is:
* Since Parson is surprised by things [[popping]] into existence, we can assume it is a continuous world rather than a digital world like [[Erfworld]].
* Parson needs to learn the rules of magic. This implies that the various forms of magic in Erfworld do not exist in Parson's World, or if magic exists, that it is significantly different from what he is familiar with.
* Parson had pizza stains on his T-shirt, implying the existence of fast food and free enterprise (also supported by his statement refering to his employment at Kinko's).
**More importantly, this implies that people and things are not cleaned at the start of each day, as they are in Erfworld.
* Parson was a Game Master of a Role Playing Game, and has shown experience with gaming with miniatures. This implies gaming as a leisure time activity. The existence of leisure time implies an automated society, or at least one that has gone through an industrial revolution,
**Speculation of automated society is supported by the fact that Parson is seen driving a car, which have to be mass-produced in order for Parson to afford a one.
* The Internet exists with many noticeable similarities to the real world - Parson writes a webcomic, and mentions Youtube in [[LIAB 45]].
* Parson is from Columbus, Ohio, which likely indicates that the United States (or some equivelent thereof) exists in Stupidworld

On the other hand, there appear to be at least minor differences:
* Easter marshmallow [[Peep]]s do not become solidly crunchy by July in the [[Real World]].
** ...or at least, not the same year. Even a single complete year-plus (to July) of climate controlled counter-top storage is insufficient to render Real World Peeps crunchy to more than the outer eighth inch. Circa the one-and-a-half to one-and-three-quarters year mark, Real World peeps will be crunchy throughout; thus, crunchy Easter chick Peeps in July implies a minimum age of over two years. This discrepancy may not mark a difference per se, but might instead indicate that the lead times and single-minded focus Parson commits to his planning are more obsessive than even those around him realize.

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Benjamin

2012-07-12T05:53:29Z

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==Proposed Canon==
"''For matters majestic,''

''the King elects''

''To neglect the domestic.''"

'''First Appearance:''' [[First Intermission 11]] (Referenced) [[LIAB 34]] (Seen)

Benjamin is a [[Transylvito]] [[Moneymancer]] who wears a large gold 100 around his neck.

When [[Don King]] asked Benjamin to make a [[gem]] for a sizable loan to [[Slately]], Benjamin actually refused. He justifiably claimed they couldn't afford it, which is exactly what Don King told Slately when he was first asked. Benjamin went further, saying he needed to hear what [[Caesar]] had to say before he could loan desperately needed [[shmuckers]] to a shaky [[side]], and eventually (respectfully) refused the order with the unanimous backing of the half-dozen warlords at the capital.

==Speculation==
Benjamin acts as an advisor to [[Don King]]; possibly like a consigliere or chatelaine.

Benjamin is apparently not a [[Transylvito Vampire]].

Ben appears again in [[LIAB Text 34]] reciting (or perhaps only thinking) a piece of Rhyme-o-Mancy in which he criticizes Don King for spending schmuckers on Jillian and Faq. Since he is 'cancelling the antsy' with his rant, it may be that Benjamin is the only thing preventing [[Caesar Borgata]] and the warlords from carrying out a coup, or perhaps he's merely calming himself.

Perhaps Benjamin is similar to [[Wanda]] in being proficient in many magical disciplines outside his own, but unlike Wanda (and more like [[Sizemore]]) actually finds them fascinating. In the [[real world]], Ben Franklin was a brilliant polymath: a scientist famed for his work with electricity; author, publisher, copy-editor, and printer of Poor Richard's Almanack, including assorted epigrams, minor poetry, and weather forecasts in it; a mathematician who explored "magic squares"; and one of the major political leaders of the American Revolution against King George III.

==Real World References==
Benjamin's name and appearance is likely a reference to [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Franklin Benjamin Franklin], especially his depiction on the one hundred US dollar note.

"Benjamin" is also a slang term referring to a large sums of money.<sup>([http://onlineslangdictionary.com/definition+of/benjamin On-Line Slang Dictonary])</sup>

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Parson's World

2012-07-12T05:36:21Z

Abb3w: /* Speculation */

=Speculation=

The Universe [[Parson|Parson Gotti]] came from. It's generally similar to the [[Real World|real world]], but part of the same fictional metaverse of Erfworld (the story). [[Stanley the Tool]] named this world as '''Stupidworld'''.

The evidence we have for this is:
* Since Parson is surprised by things [[popping]] into existence, we can assume it is a continuous world rather than a digital world like [[Erfworld]].
* Parson needs to learn the rules of magic. This implies that the various forms of magic in Erfworld do not exist in Parson's World, or if magic exists, that it is significantly different from what he is familiar with.
* Parson had pizza stains on his T-shirt, implying the existence of fast food and free enterprise (also supported by his statement refering to his employment at Kinko's).
**More importantly, this implies that people and things are not cleaned at the start of each day, as they are in Erfworld.
* Parson was a Game Master of a Role Playing Game, and has shown experience with gaming with miniatures. This implies gaming as a leisure time activity. The existence of leisure time implies an automated society, or at least one that has gone through an industrial revolution,
**Speculation of automated society is supported by the fact that Parson is seen driving a car, which have to be mass-produced in order for Parson to afford a one.
* The Internet exists with many noticeable similarities to the real world - Parson writes a webcomic, and mentions Youtube in [[LIAB 45]].

On the other hand, there appear to be at least minor differences:
* Easter marshmallow [[Peep]]s do not become solidly crunchy by July in the [[Real World]].
** ...or at least, not the same year. This may not mark a difference per se, as much as mark that the lead times and single-minded focus Parson commits to his planning are more obsessive than even those around him realize.
*** However, even a single complete year-plus (to July) of climate controlled counter-top storage is insufficient to render [[Real World]] Peeps crunchy to more than the outer eighth inch.

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Talk:IPTSF Text 29

2012-03-22T04:34:08Z

Abb3w: Created page with "The "flying warlord" may be a reference to Leo Frankowski's [http://www.amazon.com/dp/0345327659 fifth Conrad Stargard book]. Cf. Parson Gotti's encounter with Banana."

The "flying warlord" may be a reference to Leo Frankowski's [http://www.amazon.com/dp/0345327659 fifth Conrad Stargard book].

Cf. [[Parson Gotti]]'s encounter with [[Banana]].

IPTSF Text 29

2012-03-22T04:29:53Z

Abb3w: Created page with "{{pager int|Text 29|IPTSF}} When Faq's turn came, Jillian called out a cursory farewell to Lord Sidehug and lifted her group to the skies. They left the hex in on a misdirection ..."

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When Faq's turn came, Jillian called out a cursory farewell to Lord Sidehug and lifted her group to the skies. They left the hex in on a misdirection heading. She took them as far out as they could spare the move for, then turned sharply and made for the first rendezvous point, keeping high above the treetops for most of the flight. All three warlords kept a constant vigil for Haffaton flyers and scouts.

By blind luck (or blindness), they made it all the way without seeing any enemy units. A little giddy with relief and exhaustion, the warlords sank their three stacks of gwiffons down through the fog bank that shrouded the peak of Mount Pilot. They landed and secured their mounts, making camp in a shallow depression that was not quite a cave, sheltered beneath a huge overhanging dagger of gray/pink marble.

The new Viscount of Kibo, Bart Lightrail, was waiting there as expected, along with five new gwiffons and four fresh archers. Jillian gave him her standard we-don't-stand-on-ceremony briefing speech, with the usual cheery ending.

"...So we're small, but that's okay. A small force applied at a distance can be powerful, like a lever," she said. Then she narrowed her eyes. "And listen, Warlord. I'm sure you appeared at Court. And I bet you were told about how fighting's a 'necessary evil' and that kind of crap. That's the way they see it."

The new warlord nodded solemnly, looking worried.

Jillian held up her index finger. "Well, don't forget we're providing them that luxury, to sit around in silk robes and tell each other stuff like that. Our work out here keeps the side alive. Whatever they think of us, we fight for our home—that's what the Titans popped us to do—but get used to the idea that we might not see home again. You may be standing in front of the Titans to explain yourself, before you're ever in front of your King again. Fight well, and you'll be able to tell them what they want to hear." She smirked. "And given that choice, I'd rather talk to the Titans, anyway."

Bart was quiet, but his eyes were attentive and quick and his build was promisingly powerful. He seemed as solid as any Level 1 with no specials. Handsome, too. She'd have to watch herself and not step in any trail drama.

Titans, would they ever pop another flying warlord, though? She needed an edge. Losing Marika Neagle over a hundred turns ago still hurt. You took your losses out in the field, but disband it, that was a painful day. In combat, Marika and Jillian had been a team like no other, and there was just no replacing her.

(Outside of combat, though...oof, talk about trail drama. Maybe they'd meet again in the City of Heroes and patch things up, someday. She was in no hurry.)

She looked up into the gray fog, now tinged with orange. "That's it," said Jillian. "Turn's over, let's eat."

---

Wood for the lone cooking fire was scarce, although water was plentiful; the rock shelter had a nice clear drinking pool. The infantry sat on their bedrolls against the mountainside, eating hardtack rations and trading the same threadbare jokes. Beside them, the gwiffons gummed up their bonemeal feed.

Faq's commanders huddled around the fire, sharing a pot of barley soup made with scraps of two-turn-old game meat and cave mushrooms. There was less joking here. Jillian would have been content to bed down early, or at most talk tactics. But there was a new warlord here. Hedda and Chip both pressed Bart for news of home.

"I'm not sure what to tell you," said the quiet new man. "I think the Court looked splendid. Regal and elegant. Very dignified. King Banhammer was kind to me. The Jack entertained us with his tricks. We meditated. Brother Orwell took me aside and explained my mission. He took me to the map room for my route. I met Sister Marie there as well."

Orwell was Faq's Chief Lookamancer, and Marie was the Predictamancer. To enter or leave the kingdom undetected, it took the two of them to plot a safe route. Mount Pilot and the other points of rendezvous marked the edge of Orwell's range. When new units popped at home, they were collected into a stack and sent out here, as far as was safe. Jillian would then go about the dangerous business of cutting through enemy territory to meet and collect them. She'd been lucky enough at that, until this morning.

"Did they say anything about Haffaton?" asked Chip. "Last we could tell, Faq's nearly surrounded."

Bart shrugged. "Not really."

"Well, what are they going to do about it?" Hedda frowned.

Jillian shifted her sore rear end on the cold and uncomfortable rock. "Meditate," she said in a softly sneering tone. "Meditate much harder." She looked up from the fire. "I guarantee you the Court will meditate so hard, Haffaton won't know what hit 'em."

The four of them sat in silence for a while. Chip munched some of the dried apples that Bart had brought from home. Hedda poked the fire with her sword. Bart watched Jillian quizzically.

"I mean literally," said Jillian. They won't know anything hit them."

"Yeah, I got it, Chief," said Hedda.

She made a wry face. "See, that's why I don't tell jokes." The Princess stood up, pushing hard on her knees. "Latrine, then sleep for me. You want to stay up all night to hear about how things back home are exactly the same as always, suit yourself. Just keep it low." She walked toward the cave mouth. "We're flying out at dawn, though. I gotta hunch about the east."

---

The turn came with the dawn, which was good.

But it also came with orders, from daddy. In the bottom of the conjuring hat there was a slip of parchment with two sets of routes plotted. They were being recalled to Court.

She expected to be furious. She wanted to be furious. Her legs tensed, ready to kick a rock over the cliff. But in truth, she was amazed that her father had let her stay out in the field this long. In truth, she was relieved. The encounter with Haffaton had scared her more than she wanted to admit. In her dreams last night, she'd been trapped in the branches of a tree while jolly musical elves were setting it on fire.

She tore the parchment in half, walked up to Hedda, and placed one piece in her clammy palm.

"We're going home," she said cheerlessly.

"What? We are? Is there trouble?" asked Hedda, with alarm.

"Yes," said Jillian gravely. "It's terrible. Someone dropped their serviette at the tea ceremony. Four warlords are urgently needed to pick it up, so that nobody important will lose face."

The capital sent the separate route orders for two groups of faster and slower mounts. Jillian and Chip took the ones that could make the trip in two turns, while Hedda and Bart led the rest. Chip was unforgivably cheery about it.

"Two days' guaranteed safe travel, without a fight waiting at the end of it?" he bubbled. "I believe I can handle that, Chief. Yes, indeed. I can't wait to see Faq again. Can't wait to raid the larder!"

Soon they were stacked and underway, with a cold, wet wind in their faces. Hills and jagged mountains poked out all around them, teeth and claws and daggers.

Somewhere in the fourth of the forty-odd hexes they would cross this trip, Jillian pulled her mount close to Chip's and stared at him gloomily.

"What exactly makes you think," she asked, "there isn't going to be a fight waiting there?"
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2012-03-22T04:28:03Z

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Parson's World

2012-03-13T03:52:11Z

Abb3w: /* Speculation */

=Speculation=

The Universe [[Parson|Parson Gotti]] came from. It's generally similar to the [[Real World|real world]], but part of the same fictional metaverse of Erfworld (the story). [[Stanley the Tool]] named this world as '''Stupidworld'''.

The evidence we have for this is:
* Since Parson is surprised by things [[popping]] into existence, we can assume it is a continuous world rather than a digital world like [[Erfworld]].
* Parson needs to learn the rules of magic. This implies that the various forms of magic in Erfworld do not exist in Parson's World, or if magic exists, that it is significantly different from what he is familiar with.
* Parson had pizza stains on his T-shirt, implying the existence of fast food and free enterprise (also supported by his statement refering to his employment at Kinko's).
**More importantly, this implies that people and things are not cleaned at the start of each day, as they are in Erfworld.
* Parson was a Game Master of a Role Playing Game, and has shown experience with gaming with miniatures. This implies gaming as a leisure time activity. The existence of leisure time implies an automated society, or at least one that has gone through an industrial revolution,
**Speculation of automated society is supported by the fact that Parson is seen driving a car, which have to be mass-produced in order for Parson to afford a one.
* The Internet exists with many noticeable similarities to the real world - Parson writes a webcomic, and mentions Youtube in [[LIAB 45]].

On the other hand, there appear to be at least minor differences:
* Easter marshmallow [[Peep]]s do not become solidly crunchy by July in the [[Real World]].
** ...or at least, not the same year. This may not mark a difference per se, as much as mark that the lead times and single-minded focus Parson commits to his planning are more obsessive than even those around him realize.

[[Category:Parson's World]]
[[Category:Speculation]]
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