8-Bit is Enough Responses (Peasantry)

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Strong Bad's Cool Game for Attractive People has many responses when you talk to various characters and interact with various objects. These are the responses from Peasantry in 8-Bit Is Enough.

On these pages, A → B (right arrow) means that the response happens when object A is used on thing B, or in the case of talking to other characters, the indicated sequence of chat topic icons are chosen.


A short horizontal line between two or more responses, such as the one above, means only one of the responses is heard at a time, and that the action results in a different response each time it occurs.


Contents

Peasantry Forest

On Arrival

{Strong Bad materializes in sprite until he is back to his old self. He looks around at Peasantry. Off to his side, but unnoticed by him, is the King of Town with an Atari scorpion tail}
STRONG BAD: Check this place out! I'm in a video game! Oh, man, does that mean I can bash stuff with my head to find coins?
{He goes over to a tree and bashes his head on it, only to hurt it}
STRONG BAD: Ow! Guess not.

After a few footsteps

HOMESTAR: {pops up, obviously eating something} Hi, Strong Bad. {chewing} Did you find the TrogSword and kill Trogdor yet?
STRONG BAD: No, I didn't. {Homestar holds an apple from Gel-Arshie's Pro Fruitboarder.} I mean, you're still in that window, right... hey, are you eating?
HOMESTAR: Yeah! There's food just lying around all over in here! {chews and crouches down} Bananas, turkey legs, cherries, powerdots... {holds up 2 cherries and a hot dog}
STRONG BAD: I'm gonna ignore that. Now who in here's gonna tell me how to kill Trogdor?
HOMESTAR: I don't know. I never played this game. But... I'm sure there's a cave, or volcano, or lair around here somewhere. There usually is in this kind of game.
{A microwave bell is heard in the background.}
HOMESTAR: That's the ham! Gotta go! {vanishes}

Box

STRONG BAD: {puzzled} That's weird. {turns to the camera} It's perfectly normal to see cardboard boxes filled with weird things scattered around all over the field back home. But in Peasantry? {looks under the box and finds a pair of pixelated boots} A pair of pixelated elf-boots. I hope I don't have to press right-arrow to start walking, and then press right-arrow again to stop walking when I wear these things.

Broken Quest Item

STRONG BAD: {picks it up and finds something} No way! It's a limited edition unreleased Cheat Commandos action figure! {A Swampslash figure appears on screen.} I don't believe it! This one is Swampslash, leader of the shady mercenary commando biker gang and Book Club, the Topplegangers!

Door

THE KING OF TOWN: Roar! Growl! {charges towards Strong Bad}
STRONG BAD: Oh crap.
{The King of Town knocks Strong Bad off-screen with his tail. He appears underneath a text box that reads "What did you expect that giant scorpion monster to do? You dead. Thanks for playing." On the contrary to the statement, Strong Bad stands back up.}
STRONG BAD: Good thing I always ignore the text in these games. Otherwise that box might discourage me!

Mysterious Pixel

STRONG BAD: {takes it} Ah ha! I got the... ummmmm... whatever this is supposed to be! {stores it}

???

STRONG BAD: What the CGA are these things? {picks them up} I'm gonna guess... pebbles. Or chicken feed. Ball bearings? {stores it}

Rather Dashing

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: Hey, it's Rather Dashing, star of Peasant's Quest! Looking blocky and pixely as ever, Rath. Say, I always wanted to ask: what's up with the short pants?
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed like in the actual game} These things are incredibly comfortable! I'd like to see you GET ROCK or THROW BABY while wearing long pants.
STRONG BAD: Fair enough. Hey, I need your help.

Rather Dashing → Trogdor

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: I need you to help me find some kinda special sword and kill Trogdor so I can keep Homestar from popping up in my face all the time.
HOMESTAR: {pops up in front of Strong Bad's face, causing him to try and wave him off screen} Congratulations! You won a free MP3 player! Click here for low, low rates. {vanishes}
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} Trogdor?! I'm not going anywhere near that dragon! Hasn't anyone told you? He's indestructible! Not even the mighty TrogSword can smite him!
STRONG BAD: That's not what I heard. You must be doing it wrong.
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} I suppose it's possible that I was simply smiting him in the wrong spot. Tales have been told about weak spots in the beast's scaly armor, but I've never seen any!

STRONG BAD: {curiously} So, Trogdor has weak spots, eh?
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} If he does indeed have weak spots, they are hidden well! In all of my attempts I have never so much as scratched a consummate V!

Rather Dashing → TrogSword

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: Where can a peasant brother lay his hands on a TrogSword? I got Trogdors to smite!
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} Well, normally it's on display at the Inn, right here in Peasantry. But recently a strange burst of energy swept the sword away to a foreign land of floating platforms and slightly higher resolutions! Soon after, another stranger looking quite a bit like yourself, visited Peasantry asking each of us for a challenge!
STRONG BAD: Wait... no! Stinkoman?! My favorite Japanese cartoon video game version of me? I love that guy!
RATHER DASHING: He desired a challenge, so I sent him on a quest to retrieve our sword back from whatever strange realm it ended up in! I assume he's still there, for he has not yet returned.

STRONG BAD: Before, when you were talking... I wasn't paying attention. What did you say happened to the TrogSword?
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} The one you call Stinkoman is attempting to reclaim it from a magical world where platforms mysteriously hang in the air, and extra men are extremely hard to come by!
STRONG BAD: Platforms, eh? {in his Dangeresque voice} Looks like I'm gonna have to... {speaks quickly} ...find a way into the Stinkoman game and get the TrogSword before he does!

Rather Dashing → Rather Dashing

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: Hey, why don't you come with me to kill Trogdor? I could use someone as kindling- I mean, a distraction while I slay the beast!
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} Sorry, but I'm no longer in the Dragon Slaying business. Getting "burninated" over and over again is not a very rewarding career path. And it hurts. Real bad! So I've shifted my focus to princess saving!
STRONG BAD: Yeah? How's that going for you?
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} Honestly, business has been a bit... slow. I've yet to meet a single damsel in distress.

STRONG BAD: Come on. Help me kill Trogdor! It'll be fun!
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} I think not! No more attempts at dragon slaying for me. In THIS game, I am dedicated to the rescuing of princesses only!
STRONG BAD: Princesses? Look around, man. Nothing but pixelly peasants in this place.
RATHER DASHING: {text displayed} My time will come! I'll wait patiently until then.

Scorpion Monster

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: {confused} The King of Town? How'd he end up in peasantry?
THE KING OF TOWN: Roar! Growl!
HOMESTAR: {pops up} That's no King of Town! That's the dreaded... Munchox the Devourer!
STRONG BAD: {frightened} Ahh! It's too terrible!
HOMESTAR: Well come on, he's not THAT scary.
STRONG BAD {annoyed} Not him. You trying to pronounce "Devourer".
{Homestar vanishes.}

STRONG BAD: I never in a million years thought I'd say this but... that's a pretty cool tail you got there, King of Town!
THE KING OF TOWN: Roar! Growl!

Quest Thingie → Scorpion Monster

STRONG BAD: Hey, King of Munchox, or whatever. What is this thing anyway, and why are you a-hoarding it?
THE KING OF TOWN: Roar! Treasure! {knocks the pixel out of Strong Bad's hand, causing it to crash onto the floor near Rather Dashing's feet}

Peasantry Inn

Inn

STRONG BAD: I think that inn might get more business if it had a functioning door. Nothing worth seeing in there anyway.

Thy Innkeeper

{First time only}
STRONG BAD: Hi, decrepit old person.
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} Hello youngster. What can I do for you?

Thy Innkeeper → Ye Flask

STRONG BAD: What's with that ye flask over there?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} You probably WISH you could get that.
STRONG BAD: Well yeah, I do, now...
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} What do you need ye flask for, anyway?
STRONG BAD: I don't know! Isn't that what you're supposed to do, just pick up all the crap that's lying around hoping it'll be useful for some stupid thing later?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} Uhh... you can't get ye flask.
STRONG BAD: OK, fine. I'm just saying, don't leave ye flasks just lying around in plain view if you don't want people trying to pick 'em up. Not cool.

Thy Innkeeper → Inn

STRONG BAD: This place is awesome! If I ever open up a bed, breakfast and biker bar, it'll look just like this one!
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} Oh, I wouldn't recommend it. The Inn itself doth make little money. That's why I have had to open a Carriage Tow and Repair Service as well. Should you need a carriage repaired, just come see me!

STRONG BAD: How's business?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} Could be better, youngster. I'm hoping the repair shop helps bring in some extra cash. My Inn patrons keep running out without paying their bill.

Thy Innkeeper → Trogdor

STRONG BAD: Say, you seen a dragon around here? Big beefy arm, scales and teeth that look like consummate Vs?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} You mean Trogdor? I haven't seen the beast since the mysterious rumblings in the sky roused the dragon from his lair.
STRONG BAD: That's cool, I'll find 'em and hack 'em to bits somewhere else then.
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} I'm afraid that's not possible. Trogdor's only vulnerable when he's in his lair! Your best bet is to wait there for him to return, but alas the lair is being guarded by an evil princess!
STRONG BAD: You don't hear too much about evil princesses, do you? It's all evil queens, wicked stepmothers, and hot witches, mostly.

STRONG BAD: Where did you say I need to be to kill Trogdor?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} If you can manage to get past the evil princess, bring the TrogSword to the lair of the beast and defeat him there. It's the only way.

Thy Innkeeper → TrogSword

STRONG BAD: These games always have some kinda weapon you need to kill the dragon. You seen anything like that, old man?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} I used to have the legendary Trog-Sword on display to honor the many lives of Rather Dashing lost to Trogdor, but it was swept away during the recent rumblings in the sky!

STRONG BAD: So where's that "TrogSword" now?
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} I can't say for sure, but another feller came through here not long ago looking for it for some type of "challenge". I think he may have been one of those foreigners, what with his spiky blue hair, and fancy jumping boots!

Thy Innkeeper → Limozeen Space Machine

STRONG BAD: Hey, I got a job for ya!
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} Huzzah! So where is this carriage?
STRONG BAD: Uh, it's pretty far away from here.
INNKEEPER: {text displayed} As far as the Peasantry woods?
STRONG BAD: You better just come with me.
{The Innkeeper vanishes.}
ON-SCREEN TEXT: THE INNKEEPER has joined your party!

Ye Flask

STRONG BAD: {reaches for the flask} Eeennngrrhh... eegnhhrrhh... {gives up} I can't get ye flask!

Ye Medkit

STRONG BAD: Cool, an all-purpose medkit! {takes it and faces the camera} With this I can cure the sick and heal the lame! Maybe even the ultra lame like Strong Sad!

Ye Olde Boxxe

STRONG BAD: {looks under the box} It's a Good Graphicketeer collector's card. {reads it} "Anti-Social Angus." {thinks aloud} I guess that's funny. Almost. Maybe? {shakes his head} No, not at all?

Ye Olde Crate

STRONG BAD: "Ye olde crate?" There aren't supposed to be crates in Peasantry! Must be a memory leak or something.

Boxer Joe → Ye Olde Crate

{If the snakes are on the crate}
STRONG BAD: SMASH CRATE. What do you want to smash the crate with? A: SNAKE BOXER.
{Snake Boxer appears and breaks the crate open, revealing ye medkit.}

Snakes → Ye Olde Crate

STRONG BAD: Level 4 spell of snake summoning! {puts the snakes on the crate} Huzzah!

Ye Snakes

STRONG BAD: Come, my snakes, back into the safety of my pants. {puts the snakes away and does a little dance}
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