A selection of our favourite quests from the 10,000+ available in POP.
Ah, the nodecode! Where it all begins, and ends, according to alien legend.
Whether leathered or robed, a lover of tea, or tending to coffee, it all starts with a coffee, a pumpkin spice latte. A coconut cappuccino for the freak at the front, striding by in a huff.
Did he just pat my butt??
Leather and robe diverge early, the former heading for a chip-licking party, the latter performing a surreptitious sniff of the armpit, offering a prayer to Abseenus for some magical air conditioning layer within that heavy sack.
Sorry, you of the robe. For now, without sweat, there can be no joke of the malodorous Godseeker best suited to a freak show performance at the aforesaid festivity. But the Light is coming. Keep the faith. Look outside, in disgust, at the gathering of cool leather priests who are learning of the lick.
"Pick your steed," Sugar says, a leathered-up priestess/mechanic with an incredible ass. "Also: return to me when you are ≥ Mini Priest Rank 5 for a bike upgrade, as well as certain… advantageous materials ;)"
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"Welcome to the Museum of Alien History, $rank of $priesthood! Your rank, priesthood and… $most-delicious-sexual-part, dare I say, grant you $rpdelish-discs! to spend as you wish, with multipliers for deviating from your priesthood's core tenets. The choice is yours. To ascend. Descend. Which is which? How long, exactly, is an alien finger? May Abseenus be with you!"
Abseenus is wise. Abseenus is the devil. Abseenus is that incredible ass from Sugar.
"LICK! LICK! 12-VOGEN! 13-VOGEN! VOGEN! VOGEN! AIEEEEEEEEE!!!"