38:31 It's an amazing detail that when PointCrow's character loses favour with the bread god, Noah no longer replaces the word "god" in the captions with "bread." Honestly I love the thought put into that.
Haven't watched the video yet, but seeing DougDoug and Pointcrow in the thumbnail immediately makes me think that this might be the most chaotic video yet
Season finale with all of the content creators Noah has invited to join during these past few months, for one last DND campaign, and the final boss shall be the little girl that Sophist killed with his thunder spell in the first DND campaign, with a Vaporeon, a Mimic Detector 7.0, and five dragons, also courtesy of Sophist
I just imagine That Doug Failboat Point crow, circle toons. would all somehow team up together in the finale to dunk on vernias ( the only sane one) and make him insane
@@TheLethargicWeirdo985 technically if he gets to 0 he could be up to 364 days old and still be “0”, but he goes to -17 when he dies and a negative number is definitely below 0 (also it does go the other way I guess, because if you have 0 years left it could just mean you have up to 364 more days left since it’s not technically been a whole year)
I love how each person instantly built a role and stuck with it. Crow played the gimmick character, Failboat played the bard, and Doug played the unethical warlock. We need more!
@alfasolmega4458 I'd argue that Sophist is less evil, sure he betrayed his party once but not really and he killed a child. But at least he hasn't enslaved anyone yet. Which I'd argue is more evil.
Ngl my favorite part of the video, i like when campains in roleplaying games do that, if a character dies you can play as one of the npc allies, I've seen that happen with a goblin and the goblin evolved n stuff. That's one way to make game exciting
*Failboat’s backstory (+Noah’s responses)* *(FAILBOAT)* As a young mare, I always dreamed of the city, however my parents forbode it, saying I needed to practice my prance and my goring charges. Life on the farms was a simpler one, but I made it through knowing that if I could last a little longer, I would be able to break out of this cycle of sulfur and hate. *[NOAH]* how did you type that out in like 3 seconds *(FAILBOAT)* My rivals name is Stefan. I was born quite a bulky horse myself, but everything Stefan did came naturally to him, a true steed with no compare, and although it shames me to admit, I find myself to be one of his admirers too. While we grew up competing in trials, learning the ropes together, spending long nights talking about our dreams under the glistening night sky while letting the cold brisk wind wash over our bodies, I knew that once I left for the city, l'd have to leave him behind too, as Stefan yearned for war, and that was one thing we could not see eye to eye on. _(Commenter’s note: I think he meant to name the rival Raphael)_ *[NOAH]* how much backstory have you written *(FAILBOAT)* There has been one singular time since leaving my family, the Castle Hounds, that my goals and morality were questioned. One singular instance where I was not able to hold strong to my pacifist beliefs. And it came at a time when I felt I would be at my strongest. After leaving my village, I became a simple hoof for hire, doing jobs like pulling carts or helping to tend fields, all to save up funds to make it in the city. However, it was on one of those jobs that I felt a confliction in my morals. It was a simple escort mission, escort a newlywed couple, the wife 8 months pregnant, through a forest and deliver them to the town 8 miles north. A simple trip that I've done time and time again. However on this particular trip, the goblins had grown wise to my comings and goings and had staged an ambush. Suddenly in the middle of the brush, a vile goblin, covered in scars and mud, lunged down from the trees. Instinctively I kicked it away, no problem, to adventure is not without risk and I was experienced at turned deadly encounters into simple scuffles. But it seems while I was distracted, a goblin had grabbed the woman from my cart and held her hostage. The goblin, his sickening veing fingers cutting into the woman's throat, bellowed with a low scratchy voice, "Entertainment is king, Horse, and Rachnir the goblin wants a laugh. Kill the man you carry and I will release his wench". The goblins closed in around us, 10... No maybe 20 of them all around, each of them looking to rip us to shreds but only being held back by the whims of the goblin holding my passenger captive no more than 50 feet away. I was helpless, all my training and experience and the most I could do was cower and bend to their demand. The woman screamed and pleaded, but the groom turned to face me, with a cruel unfair look of resolve in his eyes. I knew that despite the situation, despite all the stakes, he was immediately prepared to give his life for his wife and child. And that was a conviction I could not deny. I had been trained in how to deliver a swift kill, not just to end battles quickly, but to ensure those found suffering on the battlefield did not have to suffer for long. With one strong rear kick, I snapped his neck with a loud crack. The crack seemed to echo as silence took the space. A couple goblins laughed. Then more. And suddenly the whole forest it seemed shook with a sickening static of shrill voices grating against each other, saliva and dirt being thrown into the air as the goblins hit the ground while cackling. I had been through years of combat training and had seen my fair share of fighting, but this wasnt fighting, this wasn't combat, this was evil. A pure and unparalleled evil. As I looked back from the twisted neck of a brave corpse, I saw the wife's body, laying bloodied on the ground, a crooked goblin spear driven through her back. The goblin that called himself Rachnir screeched through his laugher, "Now THAT was a show, fantastic job Horse, you entertain better than many who walk these paths." My hoof passed clean through his lower torso, as the 50 foot gap that seemed so distant was something I crossed in a mere second. Before the goblins knew what was happening, a second hoof landed squarely above his eye, as I stuck him whole attempting to cave in his skull, but unfortunately it seems I was not alone in having familiarity to combat, as Rachnir, screaming in pain, managed to dodge my decisive blow and take a massive wound to his head in trade. "Kill that Horse and bring me their bodies! The one who snags the Horse’s head eats their fill tonight!" Rachnir scrambled away as all the 20 goblins I could make out, plus more from hiding, descended upon me in a flash of flesh and shadow. Through the arms and the blood spiraling around me as I began my counter attack, I could see the shadow of an injured Rachnir growing smaller and smaller. I thought back to my village, my rival, to the city I wanted to make it big in, and for the first time I thought, "Was this the price I was prepared to pay for all of it?" As night drew in, I made it to our destination. The wagon creaked and splintered as it moved, carrying the lifeless bodies of my clients. I could barely walk, covered in scrapes and the cold remains of goblin, but I was able to deliver the happy couple to their final place of resting, before collapsing myself. Since that incident, my goals have shifted. I no longer feel I deserve the city of my dreams, however I desire it nonetheless. I shall first hunt Rachnir, the one who took my morality from me, and then, only then, will I be able to fulfill that cruel look the man gave me before I took his life. I do not know if that man would have wanted revenge, but I refuse to see one who holds to their conviction to such a high degree be disgraced if it is within my power. I swear, to never let a passenger on my cart suffer again. *[NOAH]* failboat… *[NOAH]* this is a google slides rpg *(FAILBOAT)* So can I be a horse *[NOAH]* you may be a centaur if you choose
I love the implication that souldrain could've been used as a tactical life steal for his life costing spells yet he never used it in favor of being an infant
My favourite part is how the backstory has such a huge deal about morals and how killing is bad and then murders a bandit by splitting his skull with an arrow
15:10 god, i wish my players were as good as this. pointcrow is a GMs dream: a player who, even though knowing his actions will have consequences, does what his character would. amazing
Okay but honestly I do really like the idea of a warlock who achieves immortality by directly linking their age to their magic and casting spells to instantly become younger It's an interesting tradeoff
I can't believe Failboat wrote such a genuinely moving and impactful backstory, but Noah STILL wouldn't let him be a horse. This is the Magic The Noah content we all love to see. Also Failboat should genuinely consider writing a book or at least a short story because that was good stuff.
It’s always funny to see newer people in Awe of the ways that you control the game. Like at the beginning the “wow you have links-“. Genuinely one of my favourite parts of this channel it just makes me happy
I think this is absolutely the best one yet. Unfortunately, it's missing the typical guests and their shenanigans, but holy crap, this is the best video so far from this channel because of the sheer production quality. I won't be surprised if Noah ends up making a goddamn videogame.
Did you say this was missing the guests and their shenanigans? I though the interactions of Doug, pointcrow, and failboat were what constituted at least half of this video’s funnies
16:36 Failboat: writing out one of the most detailed and impressive horse backstories every Noah: failboat... this is a google slides rpg I found this hilarious XD
8:34 I'd like to imagine him saying "your toasted" and as you hold your breath hoping for a quick death the person just fucking explodes like it's a cartoon and after the smoke clears, he is charred black and comically coughs.
Imagine the party crashers join with these 3 and the 7 of them do an rpg 💀blackholes and thunder spells would go crazy and then DougDoug would enslave vernias and make him do the griddy
I love your videos. Double Doug's ridiculously random comedy (like the last black hole, when he still has an unused wand) was an absolutely perfect fit for him. I hope we see more collabs between y'all, in the future!
I made these kind of games with large A2 sheets of paper as a child and ran them same way Noah does. So these videos are equal parts hilarious and nostalgic for me.
I love they only got through a third of the map and we had pointcrow and doug dead with failboat heartbroken, a freed FDD, and a freed pointdragon. This only took 11 slides to happen.
In short. Adventure starts Fight bandits Fight more bandits Dodge morehazards AND A SCARY TREE avoid more dangers Unicorn Downstream The betrayal The leader of the cave The second betrayal Taken minds See angel and dragon Fight Dragon takes a nap and is now an ally Point crow dies Failboat heartbroken Bread god attack The last sacrifice A final griddy
I read through Failboat's backstory, and it never mentioned Raphael, he was bluffing. (although he did write that before he was decided as a centaur and not a horse, I suppose he could've written another version afterwards) If anyone wants to read it, here's the transcript I made (there might be some errors, sorry): My family is a race of prominent war horses, bred for combat. However while I have the backing of legacy in my blood, my goals lie beyond the bodies I leave behind. As a young mare, I always dreamed of the city, however my parents forbode it, saying I needed to practice my prance and my goring charges. Life on the farms was a simpler one, but I made it through knowing that if I could last a little longer, I would be able to break out of this cycle of sulfur and hate. My rivals name is Stefan. I was born quite a bulky horse myself, but everything Stefan did came naturally to him, a true steed with no compare, and although it shames me to admit, I find myself to be one of his admirers too. While we grew up competing in trials, learning the ropes together, spending long nights talking about our dreams under the glistening night sky while letting the cold brisk wind wash over our bodies, I knew that once I left for the city, I'd have to leave him behind too, as Stefan yearned for war, and that was one thing we could not see eye to eye on. There has been one singular time since leaving my family, the Caastle Hounds, that my goals and morality were questioned. One singular instance where I was not able to hold strong to my pacifist beliefs. And it came at a time when I felt I would be at my strongest. After leaving my village, I became a simple hoof for hire, doing jobs like pulling carts or helping to tend fields, all to save up funds to make it in the city. However it was on one of those jobs that I felt a confliction in my morals. It was a simple escort mission, escort a newlywed couple, the wife 8 months pregnant, through a forest and deliver them to the town 8 miles north. A simple trip that I've done time and time again. However on this particular trip, the goblins had grown wise to my comings and goings and had stages an ambush. Suddenly in the middle of the brush, a vile goblin, covered in scars and mud, lunged down from the trees. Instinctively I kicked it away, no problem, to adventure is not without risk and I was experienced at turned deadly encounters into simple scuffles. But it seems while I was distracted, a goblin had grabbed the woman from cart and held her hostage. The goblin, his sickening veing fingers cutting into the woman's throat, bellowed with a low scratchy voice "Entertainment is king, Horse, and Rachnir the goblin wants a laugh. Kill the man you carry and I will release his wench." The goblins closed in around us, 10... No, maybe 20 of them all around, each of them looking to rip us to shred but only being held back by the whims of the goblin holding my captive no more than 50 feet away. I was helpless, all my training and experience and the most I could do was cower and bend to their demand. The woman screamed and pleaded, but the groom turned to face me, with a cruel unfair look of resolve in his eyes. I knew that despite the situation, despite all the stakes, he was immediately prepared to give his life for his wife and child. And that was a conviction I could not deny. I had been trained in how to deliver a swift kill, not just to end battles quickly, but to ensure those that found suffering on the battlefield did not have to suffer for long. With one strong rear kick, I snapped his neck with a loud crack. The crack seemed to echo as silence took the space. A couple goblings lauged. Then more. And suddenly the whole forest seemed shook with a sickening static of shrill voices grating against each other, saliva and dirt being thrown into the air as the goblins hit the ground while cackling. I had been through years of combat training and had seen my fair share of fighting, but this wasnt fighting, this wasn't combat, this was evil. A pure and unparelleled evil. As I looked back from the twisted neck of a brave corpse, I was the wife's body, laying bloodied on the ground, a crooked goblin spear driven through her back. The goblin that called himself Rachnir screeched through his laughter, "Now THAT was a show, fantastic job Horse, you entertain better than many who walk these pathes." My hoof passed clean through his lower torso, as the 50 foot gap that seemed so distant was something I crossed in a mere second. Before the goblins knew what was happening, a second hoof landed squarely above his eye, as I stuck him whole attempting to cave in his skull, but unfortunately it seems I was not alone in having familiarity to combat, as Rachnir, screaming in pain, managed to dodge my decisive blow and take a massive wound to his head in trade. "Kill that Horse and bring me their bodies! The one who snags the Horse's head eats their fill tonight!" Rachnir scramled away as all the 20 goblins I oculd make out, plus more from hiding, descended upon me in a flash of flesh and shadow. Through the arms and the blood spiraling around me as I began my counter attack, I could see the shadow of an injured Rachnir growing smaller and smaller. I thought back to my village, my rival, to the city I wanted to make it big in, and for the first time I thought, "Was this the price I was prepared to pay for all of it?" As night drew in, I made it to our destination. The wagon creaked and splinered as it moved, carrying the lifeless bodies of my clients. I could barely walk, covered in scrapes and the cold remains of the goblins, but I was able to deliver the happy couple to their final place of resting, before collapsing myself. Since that incident, my goals have shifted. I no longer feel I deserve the city of my dreams, however I desire it nonetheless. I shall first hunt Rachnir, the one who took my morality from me, and then, only then, will I be able to fulfill that cruel look the man gave me before I took his life. I do not know if that man would have wanted revenge, but I refuse to see one who holds to their conviction to such a high degree be disgraced if it is within my power, I swear, to never let a passenger on my cart suffer again.
9:00 Can we give some props to Noah for the incredible usage of Google Slides to create an ENTIRE Legend of Zelda map? You've inspired me to make silly things in Google Slides for my friends to play, and seeing this map must have taken so much time and planning. Absolutely incredible job.
Petition to make a sequel to "I Made A Game, But The Players Are Blind". Not gonna lie the most recent vids are the best, and also hilarious. But I think fot me, the "blind" gameboard is probably the best thing you've ever done. It's also the reason why I've been sticking around to your channel for a while now. If you accept this, I suggest making the board bigger, maybe twice as large, multiple one way paths, 5 players (probably include the previous youtubers who first played it), and maybe add some unique spaces to them. But the concept will be the same. Players are blind, unless they found a Flamingo Space. This channel's the best that I've ever come across to on yt. The dedication is just phenominal. Quality over quantity indeed lmao
Yes, or the time thing, or the "make up your rules" thing, they were so creative. The latest "every move is random" thing sounded great for a second, but did not entertain for the whole hour. These other games were hilarious for the whole time. That's the difference. Basically, if I can sum it up, every game where the players did not know everything that's coming up, were the best games, because there was always a surprise factor. And... and there Noah knows much more: How to make it so that the guests become very improvisational, chaotic and creative.
I think this might have been the best rpg video yet, my cheeks hurt from laughing I loved DougDoug in this, hope you can bring him in for more in the future.
Bruh I showed both Doug and Noah to my little brother in the past two months. I love you both and the fact that this collab happened is astonishing. I can finally say I’m at yeast with the algaerithim
This was an absolutely hilarious video with a hilarious group. I love these guys! So glad you got them on for a google slides mini dnd campaign LOL. I hope theres a part 2!!!
Bosses: The hydra 1:42 1 hp per head Stabo 7:39 1 hp Raphael 16:15 They do not fight him Wizard warrior 21:02 5 hp Wizard centaur 26:22 4 hp Dragon 36:08 5/8 hp Bread god 40:31 10 hp _______ | ___| |___|\
