~Homestuck~ The Promised Session (O/A 1 Cerulean Blood)

Favorite Exile?

Wayward Vagabond	27.1%	[ 13 ]
Peregrine Mendicant	8.3%	[ 4 ]
Aimless Renegade	10.4%	[ 5 ]
Windswept Questant	6.2%	[ 3 ]
Writ Keeper	2.1%	[ 1 ]
Spades Slick	22.9%	[ 11 ]
Diamonds Droog	4.2%	[ 2 ]
Hearts Boxcars	2.1%	[ 1 ]
Clubs Deuce	2.1%	[ 1 ]
Snowman	14.6%	[ 7 ]
Total Votes:			[ 48 ]

[Cyberweasel89]

And if I can't make just one life better...
Bring a smile to your face when you're under the weather...

Meat
Boobs
Stuttering Sunny
sunshineFarmer

Sunny Smiles

A young lady stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the eighth of January, is her birthday! Though it was fifteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name! What will the name of this young lady be?

Blondebimbo Tittymonster

Your name is Sunny. Sunny Smiles. And as was previously mentioned, today is your birthday. There are a number of sweets and packages scattered around the room from the spoils of the occasion. Being an only child and babied by your Papa, you received quite a few presents and foods you love. Granted, the gifts were hard earned. You had to say the phrase ‘happy birthday’ without stuttering. You stuttered six times, three on each word, so a large pile it was.

You love anime, and your room is decorated with posters and various action figures from your favorite anime. You consider your taste in anime broad. Others might consider it indiscriminate. You follow slice of life, mecha, ninja, pirates, wizards, cowboys, magical girl, (oh god DAMN do you love magical girl), and even a few mysteries. Yes, you even watched Strike Witches. You assumed it was about witches and wizards, but imagine your surprise when the all-female cast doesn’t wear any pants! Yes, clearly shameless fanservice, but the lore almost outweighs the smut. Almost...

Your Chumhandle is sunshineFarmer and you speak with a severe stutter.

You walk over to your-Okay, this second person s**t is just lame. Works for Homestuck, but not RPing.

Sunny walked over to her bookshelf, which was stocked with pretty much nothing but manga. Sure, there were a few books, yes. Notably Harry Potter, Inheritance, and the Inkheart series. Sunny read Inkheart, but was still in the process of reading Inkspell. She was a little afraid of getting to Inkdeath, considering the cover art. Inkspell was still sitting on her desk with a Rave Master bookmark in it. Walking over to it, she grabbed it and captchlogued it. She had a lot of waiting to do, so reading material would be handy. Twenty-four slots were left in her Voice Command Fetch Modus. She wished her Papa would let her use a different Fetch Modus, but he disabled everything but the Voice Command. Said he wanted to help her stuttering. Instead it just made life harder for her.

Sunny sashayed over to her chest of drawers, opening the bottom one to take a look at her emergency rations. Her farm lost power occasionally, being out in the middle of the fields of Kansas, so she tended to keep rations stocked. Of course, it was all from ThinkGeek. One pepperoni Tactical Sammich. One bar of Neapolitan Astronaut Ice Cream. One can of preserved “Tac Bac” Tactical Bacon. One box of “Tac Snac” Tactical Snack Sticks (essentially just slim jims, but bacon-flavored). One Grape PB&J “Candwich” Canned Sandwich. Four bags of Gramer Grub, which was special trail mix designed for gamers, but each bag was a different flavor, specifically Pizza, PB&J, BBQ, and S’mores. Three boxes of Calorie Mate from J-List, in Fruit, Chocolate, and Cheesecake flavors. And finally, a Headshot Gamer Bar.

Sunny promptly Captchalogued the tactical sammich, astronaut ice cream, Candwich, pizza Gamer Grub, fruit Calorie Mate, and Gamer Bar, leaving the rest. She wasn’t sure why. She just felt like it.

Aside from anime, Sunny also had a particular fascination with flight. The Miyazaki movies were especially indulgent to both interests, but she dreamed of one day flying the sky like a bird. Oddly, birds weren’t afraid of her. There were several perched outside her window right now, actually, begging her with their little eyes to open it and say hi to them. Papa said it was because she was ‘one with the sky.’

Sunny played a bit of video games, but she wasn’t really into them. She just had a Wii and a DS Lite, and hadn’t really upgraded beyond that. Most of the games she played were on her laptop, like Fallout and Mass Effect. Any game with flying was particularly fun, so she really enjoyed The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, or at least the Skyloft segments.

Sunny walked over to her bedside table, opening the drawer to look inside. Orange Tic Tacs. Bacon Lip Balm from ThinkGeek. PorKleen bacon-scented hand sanitizer, also from ThinkGeek. A tin of bacon-flavored gumballs, again from ThinkGeek. And a travel pack of Kleenex. She Captchalogued all of them, still not sure why.

The girl walked over to her window, gazing out down the dirt road to the mailbox. She was expecting delivery of her copy of Sburb, the newest immersive simulation game from Hostess Interactive. Sunny planned to start a whole session of it with her online friends. Or, rather, just ‘friends.’ She didn’t have any offline friends...

The girl walked over to her desk where her laptop was sitting, pulling up her chair and opening up a Pesterchum chatroom.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

Location: United States - Kansas - Smiles Farm - Sunny's Room
Company: Scotty curled up on her bed, birds outside on the windowsill
Mood: Anxious
Thinking: "Where's that Beta?"
Wearing: Blue denim Overalls, and nothing else

Then I'm gonna flyyyyyyy!
Hiiiigher than I ever flew befooooore!

Sylladex

[Inkspell] [Tactical Sammich] [Astronaut Ice Cream (Neapolitan)] [Candwich] [Gamer Grub (pizza)] [Calorie Mate (fruit)] [Gamer Bar] [Tic Tacs (orange)] [Lip Balm] [Hand Sanitizer] [Tin of Gumballs] [Kleenex] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

[Cyberweasel89]

Blessed are those who cry...
For they shall be comforted.

Troll Princess
Photographer/Hacker/Musician
Shy Exhibitionist
meekInheritor

Lilika Aquary

A young troll stands in her respite block. What will the name of this young troll be?

Your name is Lilika Aquary. You are one of only two trolls on Earth to possess the royal fuchsia blood, the other being the troll queen herself. Though a sea troll as a result, you have spent most of your life on land due to your interests. Though shy and afraid of crowds, when you must go out, you hide your webbed hands and gills with sleeves and your hair, so as not to draw attention to yourself. You also never take off your hooded sweatshirt in front of others, due to being uncomfortable with the size of your rumble spheres, which you feel are far too large.

Your trolltag is meekInheritor and you Um... S-Speak in a very, uh... R-Reserved and demure manner... I-I’m sorry...!

Scattered around your respite block are items dedicated to your many interests. You have a large passion for photography. You have your own dark room (dark block) for developing your photographs and even have a large following on the website DeviantART, where several of your photos have been chosen as Daily Deviations. You also love music, and can play and fight with your acoustic guitar. You have a much smaller passion for programming and hacking, and possess several coding manuals on your bookshelf, such as 'Data Structures for Assholes' and a ~ATH manual that you’ve almost mastered. However, you just can’t get the hang of Java. Your husktop you actually built and programmed yourself, and part of the reason you live above water is so you can properly practice photography, programming, and music without your photos, camera, computer or guitar getting wet and ruined.

You’re ashamed to admit it, but you also love erotic fiction of any kind, but especially the kind involving exhibitionism. You often sneak out of your hive to spend time nude in public, thrilled by the idea of getting caught, but luckily that hasn’t happened yet. It’s your dirtiest secret, that you secretly streak, and you would die of embarrassment if it ever got out.

Though the heir to the throne, you are not sure whether you want to become the new queen. Though you certainly would like to rise to such a position to bring humans and trolls closer together, you just don’t think you have what it takes to lead people. Due to living on land and hiding your sea dweller attributes, few enemies of the queen know of your existence, and so you rarely have assassination attempts on your life. However, you do live on an island, so as to be closer to your sea-dwelling lusus, a large sea serpent named Kraken.

Okay, what did I say about the second-person crap? Switching to third-person.

Lilika, currently dressed in absolutely nothing, walked over to her bed, grabbing her guitar and camera, which she allocated to her Strife Specibus. She generally used the guitar to beat enemies with, and the camera's flash to blind them. She next made her way over to her bookshelf, perusing her selection. As was previously mentioned, she had a ~ATH manual and a copy of Data Structures for Assholes. Also on the shelf was a small collection of exhibitionist-based hentai and erotic novels. Though it wasn't exactly exhibionism-focused, Fifty Shades of Gray happened to be on the shelf, something no self-respecting female erotica fan would be caught with out. Equipping her camera from her Strife Specibus, she took a picture of the ~ATH manual, Data Structures for Assholes, Fifty Shades of Gray, and one of her Hentai manga, Captchalogueing them.

If there was one thing Lilika hated about her Photo Album Fetch Modus, it was that she couldn't choose which slots to allocate each item to, and could only access every other item on each page. Essentially, it was like sliding photos out of a see-through sleeve in an album. She couldn't access the one further away from the sleeve's only opening since there was already a photo in front of it. She could easily modify it with some hacking, but she just didn't want to mess with such an awesome Fetch Modus. Luckily she could choose what page to allocate each item to, so being a bit of an organization freak, she tended to categorize each page.

Briefly leaving her respiteblock, Lilika made her way to her nutritionblock, opening her thermal hull. There was a bottle of cola Faygo, a Muscle Milk, a bottle of Aquafina, and a wild cherry Kickstart energy drink. She took a picture of each one, captchalogueing them.

That should handle drinks. Now for food. Making her way to her nutrition cylinder cupboard, she found some trail mix, Chewy granola bars, and Jack Link's beef jerky. She Captchalogued them as well with her camera.

Returning to her respiteblock, Lilika saw her Husktop was alerting her to a message. Pulling up her chair, she sat down and pulled up Trollian, seeing that SF had responded to their C4F group. She typed a quick response.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

Location: United States - Hawaii - Lilika's Hive - Lilika's Respiteblock
Company: No one
Mood: Calm
Thinking: "I wonder when the beta will arrive..."
Wearing: Nothing redface

Blessed are the meek...
For they shall inherit the Earth.

Sylladex

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[Horridon]

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♞xxxA young lady stands in her bedroom. This young lady is named...

Named...

It's on the tip of your tongue. What was the name of this young lady again?

Taintchaif Buttfairy

No, that wasn't it!

Your name is Raisa Bolanov. You live in the charming state of Alaska and, more specifically, you live in the north-most city in the United States. What does this mean? It means that in the lovely month of January, you are in the middle of a three month long night and that snow storms are far too common. Fortunately, everyone in the city of Barrow, Alaska is accustomed to the harsh weather and no one bats an eye and life continues as normal. You have no reason to expect a delay in the mail. Which is just as well, because today is the day that you are supposed to receive your copy of Sburb and begin playing with all your friends.

You have many interests. You are fond of creative writing and have plenty of notebooks full of writing hidden throughout your room. You spend copious amounts of your time learning new languages, already fluent in five and counting. Your current interest has been in learning the troll language, though you do not know any trolls offline that could teach you. Another activity you find enjoyment in is gardening, though living as far north as you do, you have little opportunity to entertain it. You also enjoy literature and one of the walls of your bedroom has been adapted into a bookshelf in order to hold your many literary interests. Your books are not limited to just your bookshelf, in fact they are littered individually and in stacks around your bed and nightstand. On your desk with your laptop you have a copy of Slow River by Nicola Griffith with a blue bookmark sticking out of the top. You've read the book at least ten times.

That's enough of this second-person narration. This isn't being written by some kind of horse-obsessed maniac, after all.

Raisa sat crouched on the floor while, watching her two pet rabbits which were happily perusing their exercise time. One of the animals came over to her and shoved its face under her hand, demanding attention. The girl laughed and whispered softly to the animal in Russian while stroking its soft fur to the creature's delight. She was forced to quickly stand up as her other rabbit began nibbling on one of the many books littered around her bedroom. She scolded it and the rabbit quickly ran off looking terribly amused. With a sigh, she walked over to her desk and checked Pesterchum. She picked up her copy of The Child Garden by Geoff Ryman and captchalogged it. It was early for her, though her sleep schedule was thoroughly whacked courtesy of the constant night known as Alaskan winter. No one was on and so she figured now was as good a time as any to check the mail.

Raisa left her room, closing the door behind her, and descended the stairs. In the garage she could hear her father pounding away on some metal. She made a stop in the kitchen, looking through the fridge and cabinets for anything to snack on. She found Flamas Doritos, Bottled Water, Marshmallows, Leftover Solyanka, Hostess Ding Dongs, Oreos, a bottle of Kvass, and some Slim Jims. She took the Doritos, the Bottled Water, Hostess Ding Dongs, and the Kvass. She would eat the Leftover Solyanka later for lunch.

With her sylladex now filled with some snack food, Raisa made the journey to the front door and began bundling up for the short trip to the mailbox. She pulled on her thick parka and zipped it, pulling up the hood and quickly slipping on her shoes. At the last moment she decided to wear gloves, not wanting to touch the undoubtedly frozen mailbox with her bare fingers. Once sufficiently bundled up, she opened the front door and ran outside as quickly as she dared, trying not to trip on the knee-high snow. She regretted going out with nothing covering her legs, wearing only her short skirt. Knowing it was too late to go back, she finished her race to the mailbox, grabbed its contents, and stormed back inside. With the door slammed shut properly behind her, Raisa shook off the snow and shrugged out of her coat and gloves. Once they were hung back up, she removed her shoes and went back to the kitchen as she sorted through the mail. Much to her elation, her copy of the game had arrived with this morning's mail. Ecstatic, Raisa ignored her legs which ached from the cold and ran upstairs back into her room, being mindful of the rabbits as she crossed the room and sat down in front of her computer.

It seemed that during her adventures downstairs some of her friends had woken up and were chatting. She opened the C4F group chat, reading what her friends had said so far.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.

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Location: United States - Alaska - Bolanov Residence - Raisa's Room
Company: Maya and Krolik.
Mood: Triumphant
Thinking: "I should probably wait for everyone to get their copies..."

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Sylladex

[The Child Garden] [Flamas Doritos] [Bottled Water] [Hostess Ding Dongs] [Kvass] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

[Cyberweasel89]

And if I can't make just one life better...
Bring a smile to your face when you're under the weather...

Meat
Boobs
Stuttering Sunny
sunshineFarmer

Sunny Smiles

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside.

Sunny got up, going to her window to gaze outside. Ugh. Being the middle of winter, there was a bit of a snowstorm outside, much like PA had said she braved through, but less intense. But sure enough, a mail truck had pulled up to the mailbox at the end of her farm's dirt driveway. Oh! Oh! Oh! The thing was up! The girl rushed back to her computer, typing a quick response into Pesterchum.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back

Jumping from her desk chair, Sunny rushed to the door, the little black Scottish terrier curled up on her bed raising his head, getting up with a stretch, and jumping off the bed to follow his master. Scotty barked to stop Sunny from leaving.

"Wh... Wh... Wh... Wh... Wh... Wh-What is it, Sssssssss-Scotty?" the girl asked, her severe stutter evident now that she was speaking aloud.

The dog whimpered, looking to her attached bathroom. Sunny instantly knew what he meant.

Yeah... her father was always stressing safety, and it was pretty cold and wet outside. Stepping into her bathroom, Sunny found the first aid kit, captchalogueing it, just in case she slipped and fell. She also grabbed her smartphone from its charger, in case her friends wanted to contact her during her trip.

Sunny made her way downstairs, Scotty in tow, the sounds and smells of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. Mmmmm... Papa was a great cook. He tried to teach her his skills, and some of it stuck, but she just couldn't compare to his cuisine. She partly blamed her father's food for her full figure. It was so good, she always came back for another helping. Running to the front door, she grabbed her samurai sword handle umbrella, another relic from ThinkGeek, but instead of captchalogueing it, she allocated it to her Umbrellakind Strife Specibus. Her Strife Specibus didn't require a voice command, so it'd be easier to pull it out in a hurry when she stepped outside into the blizzard.

Okay, she was ready to go outside! But then, her phone started going off from in her Sylladex, making her jump. It seemed she had a message.

"Sssssssss-Smartphone!" Nope... "Sssssssssssssssss-Smartphone!" Gosh darn it... "Sssssss-Smartphone!" Why did smartphone have to begin with an S? S's and W's were her worst sounds... "Smartphone!!!"

The phone was ejected rather violently from her Sylladex, Sunny fumbling with it in her arms before finally getting a grip on it. She saw it was one of the people messaging her from her blocked list, despite having been blocked. What gives?

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-- scurrilousStraggler [SS] began jeering sunshineFarmer [SF] at 8:30 --
SS: Hey there, Tittymonster!
SF: oh nooooooooo
SS: So I guess today is the day ya ******** everythin' up.
SF: sad
SS: Ain't there nothin' I can do to change your mind?
SF: yes, you can leave me alone! how did you even message me? i blocked you
SS: Yer blocks ain't mean nothin' to me, Blondebimbo. Sides, considerin' all the licorice scotty dogs ya gave me, then everythin' ya put me through, I think we're 'bout even. So now I'd say it's time to uneven the karma balance, know what I mean?
SF: i have no idea what your talking about! youre just trolling me; and not in the good way like my chums
SS: You'll see, toots. You'll see. I got yer number, and ya got mine. Just make sure not to get rid of those licorice scotty dogs ya keep between ya tits. They'll be important soon.
SF: i... i don't keep anything between my boobs! that's stupid
SS: Sure, ya dumb broad. Whateva ya say.

-- scurrilousStraggler [SS] ceased jeering sunshineFarmer [SF] --

Sunny re-captchalogued her smartphone, but then looked both ways nervously. Reaching for her cleavage, which was readily accessible in the overalls she was wearing, she parted her breasts, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Sure enough, there was an entire bag of licorice scotty dogs in there. Good. Safe and sound. Sometimes she craved some candy, and just didn't want to go through her stupid voice command Sylladex to get some. But how did that guy know about it? Weird...

Okay! Now she was ready to go outside! Even though the thought of grabbing a jacket was completely slipping her mind...

Location: United States - Kansas - Smiles Farm - Farmhouse foyer
Company: Scotty
Mood: Excited
Thinking: "Stupid troll... And not the good kind, like my friends..."
Wearing: Blue denim Overalls, and nothing else

Then I'm gonna flyyyyyyy!
Hiiiigher than I ever flew befooooore!

Sylladex

[Inkspell] [Tactical Sammich] [Astronaut Ice Cream (Neapolitan)] [Candwich] [Gamer Grub (pizza)] [Calorie Mate (fruit)] [Gamer Bar] [Tic Tacs (orange)] [Lip Balm] [Hand Sanitizer] [Tin of Gumballs] [Kleenex] [First Aid Kit] [Smartphone] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

[Cyberweasel89]

Blessed are those who cry...
For they shall be comforted.

Troll Princess
Photographer/Hacker/Musician
Shy Exhibitionist
meekInheritor

Lilika Aquary

Sigh... SF was always so full of cheer and pep. Lilika could only wish she had that much energy and was that outgoing... Hearing a plane soaring overhead, she realized her Sburb copy must be arriving.

Whereas PA, on the other hand, was tough as nails. Lilika wished she could be as strong of will and body as her... Here she was, the heir to troll royalty, alone on a Hawaiian island, hiding her sea dweller traits. PA was so open about her opinions and spoke her mind...

Lilika typed a reply into Trollian before getting out of her desk chair.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...

Getting up from her chair, Lilika stopped when she saw her nude reflection in her mirror.

She was a sea dweller... The fins on the side of her head, webbed hands and feet, and gills were proof of that. The fuchsia blush on her face also proved her royal lineage. But she usually hid her fins with her hair, her webbed hands with her sleeves, and her gills with chokers or shirt collars. Her eyes were the typical troll golden yellow, her lips black, though her hair was dyed dark purple instead of the usual troll black, which was hanging down to the middle of her back. Her rumble spheres were a sore subject with her... She felt they were too large, at a DD...

Deciding she shouldn't head outside completely nude, as she was in no mood to become aroused, Lilika grabbed a simple oversized white T-shirt that effectively came down to barely cover her rear. Perfect! Lilika ran out of her respiteblock, walking out the front of her hive.

She lived on a small Hawaiian island with its own volcano, though it had been dormant for decades. The jungle on her island was thick, but nothing Lilika wasn't used to. It was the middle of winter, but of course, it was nice and toasty in the middle of the Pacific ocean.

The package was landing via parachute from an airplane overhead. Lilika followed its trajectory, realizing it was heading straight for the water. Oh nooooo! Lilika made a mad dash for island's edge, hoping to dive in and catch the package before it got wet. Granted, she wasn't very fast, so when she got to the beach, the package had drifted far out to sea. Cursing her luck, Lilika was about to throw her shirt off and dive in, but then a large fin emerged from the water, catching the package. This was, of course, the tail fin for her own sea serpent lusus, Kraken. The airplane-sized sea serpent stuck its eyeless head out of the water, swimming its way over and depositing the package on the shore next to the troll princess.

"Um... Th-Thank you, Kraken..." she whispered to the sea serpent, rubbing its snout to establish affection, then giving it a small kiss.

The sea serpent cooed in gratitude, turning around and returning to the ocean. Lilika, the package now in hand, made a dash back to her hive, hoping no one saw her. Luckily her small island was pretty deserted, so she made it back no trouble, though the wind threw up her shirt a few times, exposing her.

Diving back into her hive, Lilika made her way back to her respiteblock, taking a seat at her desk and tearing open the package. Sure enough, two discs, both labeled with the Sburb logo, were inside, along with... some Hostess Twinkies? Huh. Must've been a bonus from Hostess Interactive sent out with several of the Sburb copies. Lilika Captchalogued the game discs, packaging, and Twinkies, then pulled up Trollian, posting again.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?

Location: United States - Hawaii - Lilika's Hive - Lilika's Respiteblock
Company: Kraken
Mood: Calm
Thinking: "Hostess snack cakes? Then again, the game is from Hostess Interactive..."
Wearing: Oversized white T-shirt (nothing else)

Blessed are the meek...
For they shall inherit the Earth.

Sylladex

Page One: [~ATH Manual] [Data Structures for Assholes] [Fifty Shades of Gray] [Hentai Manga] [ ] [ ]
Page Two: [Faygo (cola)] [Muscle Milk (chocolate)] [Aquafina] [Kickstart (cherry)] [ ] [ ]
Page Three: [Trail mix] [Chewy Bars] [Beef Jerky] [Hostess Twinkies] [ ] [ ]
Page Four: [Sburb Beta - Server Disk] [Sburb Beta - Client Disk] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Page Five: [Empty Box] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Horridon

[Horridon]

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xx♞xxxShow Pesterlog

-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...


Raisa watched as her friends both went out to retrieve their disks. She leaned back in her computer chair, turning around and seeing her rabbits staring expectantly at her. She smiled at the small animals and reached down to pick one of them up. Maya was a little more standoffish, but Krolik was happy to let her pick him up and sit in her lap while she pet him. He was larger than Maya; or rather, Maya was quite small and Krolik simply happened to be twice her size. She turned back around in her computer chair, holding one rabbit and able to feel the other's small paws pressing on her leg for balance. She examined the beta disks quietly, fighting the itch to simply pop the disks in and start loading the game. She wanted to play but she didn't want to start without her friends. Besides, what she could tell it was a multi-player game and it wouldn't be worthwhile to play it on her own.

She looked back at her computer as the Pesterchum alert sounded. She had been expecting to hear from one of her friends but instead she saw it was someone from her blocked list. Raisa couldn't help smiling.

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-- madonnaPigment [MP] began cheering pastimeAggrievances [PA] at 08:34 --
MP: Greetings miss. I do see you have acquired your disks for the game. I should recommend that you do not install them until everyone else has their disks.
PA: thanks for your concern devochka.
MP: I'm afraid I don't know what that means.
PA: you're really bad at this trolling thing. you are supposed to be trolling me, right? at least that's what your friends seem to be all about.
MP: Yes, well... I've never been very good at being rude.
PA: alright, well you keep working on that devochka.
-- madonnaPigment [MP] ceased cheering pastimeAggrievances [PA] at 08:39 --


Again Pesterchum alerted her to messages, but this time it was from MI. She found the troll's shy disposition rather cute and she couldn't deny the fact that she had wanted to bombard her with questions in the past. Mostly involving questions about troll language and if she could teach her. Raisa had a huge curiosity towards trolls in general. There were none near where she lived, in spite of the fact that the winter season was in a constant state of night. Granted, the winter season was also extremely cold and most humans weren't fond of the climate, let alone trolls. As far as she was aware, trolls weren't fond of cold climates.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.


Raisa set her rabbit back down on the floor and got up, leaving her room and going back downstairs. She looked through the mail again and noticed a small package that she had overlooked in her excitement. Opening the package up there was, indeed, a package of Hostess snack cakes. To be more specific, it was a package of Hostess Sno Balls. Shrugging, Raisa captchalogged the snack cakes and went back upstairs, listening to the rhythmic hammering of steel in the garage. Back upstairs, she closed the door again and stepped carefully around her rabbits which greeted her enthusiastically.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?

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Location: United States - Alaska - Bolanov Residence - Raisa's Room
Company: Maya and Krolik.
Mood: Amused.
Thinking: "Why the hell did they send me Sno Balls with the beta?"

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Sylladex

[The Child Garden] [Flamas Doritos] [Bottled Water] [Hostess Ding Dongs] [Kvass] [Hostess Sno Balls] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

[Cyberweasel89]

And if I can't make just one life better...
Bring a smile to your face when you're under the weather...

Meat
Boobs
Stuttering Sunny
sunshineFarmer

Sunny Smiles

Slipping her feet into her boots, Sunny threw open the front door, immediately getting blasted by cold air. Gosh darn it! Why did she have to forget her jacket? Well, maybe if she hurried, she could make it.

Sunny made a mad dash out of her farmhouse and down the snow-covered dirt path that made up their driveway. Ahead was the main road, freshly snow-plowed, with the mailbox and red flag doodad thinger up. Scotty followed close behind her, his stubby legs not very useful in the snow. When the girl finally reached her mailbox, she opened it only to discover... Nothing but mail! Reaching in, Sunny grabbed the letters, looking them over. Bills, junk mail, a copy of Fatherly Monthly, oh! The newest issue of GameGrl! But no Sburb copy! Sunny captchalogued the mail, making sure to captchalogue the GameGrl issue separately, then ran back to the farmhouse as fast as she could, her umbrella giving her some cover from the whipping, cold winds and snow.

When she was finally back inside, Sunny again summoned her smartphone.

"Sssssss-Smartphone!" Dangit! "Ssssssssss-Smartphone!" Fiddlesticks... "Ssssss-Smartphone!" One more time... "Smartphone!!!"

Sunny's Android was jettisoned out of her Sylladex, sailing up in the air and bopping the girl on the head. She caught it, pulling up Pesterchum and typing a quick response.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?
SF: drat! nothing but mail. ill try asking Papa. maybe it already came. if Papa has it hell probably make me work for it though *giggles*

"H-H-H-Hey, Papa!" she called into the kitchen, the smell of breakfast wafting to her nose.
"Yes, dear?"
"D-D-D-Did my copy of Ssssssss-Sburb arrive yet?"
"Yes, actually. I picked it up from the post office last night. It's sitting on the kitchen table."
Whew! "Thanks, P-P-P-P-Papa."

Sunny ran into the kitchen, only to jump back as a frying pan came down to smash the floor the girl just stood on.

"P-P-Papa!" the girl growled, pulling her umbrellakind out of her Strife Specibus.

Her father stood there, his fryingpankind still hot and greasy from frying bacon. Sure enough, her copies of Sburb along with a box of Hostess Cupcakes were sitting on the kitchen table, right behind her father.

"If you want the game, say Sburb without stuttering, dear."
"Sssssssss-Sburb!"
"That doesn't count, honey."
"But I o-o-o-only sssssss-said S once!"
"It was a really long S."
"Papa, I n-n-n-need those discs!"
"Then come and get them, sweetie."

Her father tossed her her scythekind, Mr. Smiles readying his own legendary hoekind. Sunny's eyes narrowed, as did her father's.

S T R I F E ! ! !

Location: United States - Kansas - Smiles Farm - Farmhouse Kitchen
Company: Scotty, Papa Smiles
Mood: Mad
Thinking: "I'll get you, Papa!"
Wearing: Blue denim Overalls, and nothing else

Then I'm gonna flyyyyyyy!
Hiiiigher than I ever flew befooooore!

Sylladex

[Inkspell] [Tactical Sammich] [Astronaut Ice Cream (Neapolitan)] [Candwich] [Gamer Grub (pizza)] [Calorie Mate (fruit)] [Gamer Bar] [Tic Tacs (orange)] [Lip Balm] [Hand Sanitizer] [Tin of Gumballs] [Kleenex] [First Aid Kit] [Smartphone] [Mail] [GameGrl] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Horridon

[Cyberweasel89]

Blessed are those who cry...
For they shall be comforted.

Troll Princess
Photographer/Hacker/Musician
Shy Exhibitionist
meekInheritor

Lilika Aquary

Lilika, feeling the itch again, pulled her shirt over her head, discarding it so she could lounge in her respiteblock au natural once more. She took the Hostess Twinkies out of her Sylladex, opening the box and removing one. She opened the wrapper, giving the snack cake a small sniff before taking a bite.

Hmmm... Wow, it was pretty good. Hostess really improved their recipe after receiving funding from the mysterious benefactor that saved them from bankruptcy at the end of 2012. Returning to Trollian, Lilika went to typing, shoving the rest of the Twinkie in her mouth so she could type with both hands.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?
SF: drat! nothing but mail. ill try asking Papa. maybe it already came. if Papa has it hell probably make me work for it though *giggles*
MI: Um... S-Sorry to hear than, SF. Uh... G-Good luck with getting the game from your human lusus, though...
MI: Um... A-As for the snack cakes, uh... I-I guess they're bonuses from Hostess Interactive, er... T-To promote their snack cake line and other products... Um... Th-Though I wonder why I got Twinkies, uh... B-But you got Sno Balls, PA. Er... M-Maybe we get a different snack cake at random...?

Just then a private Trollian alert went off. Lilika opened it up, only to find nothing there. Oh, dangit... Of course. The white text guy.

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-- vanillaMilkshake [VM] began hosting meekInheritor [MI] at 8:45 --

VM: Hello there, my dear.
MI: Um... Y-You again...?
VM: Indeed it is. I suppose today is the day, then?
MI: Um... Y-Yes... Uh... M-My friends and I are going to play a game together...
VM: Well, I wish you the best with it.
MI: Um... N-No cryptic words or riddles...?
VM: Not at all. Now that I am free of my master, I have, shall we say... my own agenda. I am done giving hints for now. I just wished to send you off, my dear.
MI: Um... Th-That's... Uh... S-Surprisingly nice of you...
VM: Of course. Above all, I am an excellent host. Farewell for now, my dear.

-- vanillaMilkshake [VM] ceased hosting meekInheritor [MI] --

Well... That was weird. It seemed all her friends were being bothered by mysterious people who could get through their blocks. Of course, Lilika never tried to block Mr. Vanilla Milkshake. She was too nice to do that... But from what SF, PA, and the others told her, their stalkers returned no matter how many times they blocked them. This was... rather troubling.

Going back to her group chat, Lilika posted another message, blushing at the idea of what she was about to ask.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?
SF: drat! nothing but mail. ill try asking Papa. maybe it already came. if Papa has it hell probably make me work for it though *giggles*
MI: Um... S-Sorry to hear than, SF. Uh... G-Good luck with getting the game from your human lusus, though...
MI: Um... A-As for the snack cakes, uh... I-I guess they're bonuses from Hostess Interactive, er... T-To promote their snack cake line and other products... Um... Th-Though I wonder why I got Twinkies, uh... B-But you got Sno Balls, PA... Er... M-Maybe we get a different snack cake at random...?
MI: Um... S-Say, PA... Uh... W-Would you like to, er... B-Be my server player...? #>.<#
MI: Um... I-I mean, we should let SF enter first, uh... S-Since this was all her idea and all... Er... B-But from what I heard this works in a chain so... Um... Y-Yeah...

Wow, that was awkward. Even talking online, Lilika couldn't get over her social anxiety problems... Maybe it was because PA was so strong-willed and confident, it just made her more nervous, and blush like crazy on top of it all.

She... She needed to relax... Maybe some programming to get her mind off her poor people skills? Or some guitar playing?

Location: United States - Hawaii - Lilika's Hive - Lilika's Respiteblock
Company: No one
Mood: Nervous
Thinking: "That Twinkie was... surprisingly good. But these stalkers worry me..."
Wearing: Nothing redface

Blessed are the meek...
For they shall inherit the Earth.

Sylladex

Page One: [~ATH Manual] [Data Structures for Assholes] [Fifty Shades of Gray] [Hentai Manga] [ ] [ ]
Page Two: [Faygo (cola)] [Muscle Milk (chocolate)] [Aquafina] [Kickstart (cherry)] [ ] [ ]
Page Three: [Trail mix] [Chewy Bars] [Beef Jerky] [Hostess Twinkies] [ ] [ ]
Page Four: [Sburb Beta - Server Disk] [Sburb Beta - Client Disk] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Page Five: [Empty Box] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Horridon

[Horridon]

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x☯xxxYour name is Straki Krasyk.

You are one of a few of your kind who enjoy the bright sun, and perhaps the only who actively seeks its rays. As such, you often go out on troll's rights rallies, working to end the humans' discrimination against trolls. Admittedly, you have been arrested more than once for your outcries and civil disobedience. You are one of the few of your kind with jade green blood and as such are destined to enter the brooding caverns upon reaching maturity. Personally, you think that is a load of s**t and you have no such intentions to do so. You have a passion for justice and camaraderie among your fellow trolls, particularly those on the lower end of the hemospectrum.

You are one of the few of your kind whose affection for the aesthetic strongly overpowers instinctive regard for the utilitarian. As such, you are one of the few of your kind who has developed a zeal for jewelry and adornments, though you are not particularly high on the hemospectrum to enjoy such things. Nevertheless, you enjoy crafting jewelry and have a small clientele of humans and highblood trolls that seek your craft. You also have a talent for singing and tend to do so while you work, never fond of silence. Often if you are not singing you are listening to music and your tastes are indiscriminate. You are also fairly adept at drawing and have several drawings of your beloved lusus littered around your hive.

Now with introductions out of the way, perhaps that's enough of this second person narration.

Straki stumbled through her hive, on another one of her Faygo benders. Her usually tidy hive was littered indiscriminately with empty bottles and her hair was a tangled mess. She had just gotten home from Paris the previous night after a particularly disastrous troll civil rights rally. The police had been especially hostile and had quickly resorted to violence and tear gas when their orders were not immediately obeyed. The rally had ended in disaster and ever since she had returned from Paris, she had spent her time asleep or thoroughly intoxicated with Faygo. Presently she carried a bottle of Red Pop, half empty and the lid long lost somewhere. In spite of her inebriation, Straki did not forget that today was the day that she was supposed to receive her Sburb beta disks and begin playing the highly anticipated game with her friends. And so, unabashed of the fact that it was not yet 9 AM and she was already thoroughly sauced, the Jade blood stepped out of her hive and into the bright sun which reflected strongly off the waters of Lac de Pareloup.

In the deep lake she could see her lusus happily diving for food, distracted. It was for the best. Her lusus never liked it when she went on these benders. She walked down the path to her post recepticle, upon which the red post indicator was upright. Nearly losing her balance, Straki caught herself on the post recepticle and retrieved her mail before going back inside. She sifted through the mail, removing her beta disks and the strangely attached package of Hostess Suzy Qs and abandoning the rest of it in the nutritionblock. Briefly she moved to the thermal hull and looked through it, captchalogging some Leftover Grubloaf and a Six Pack of Grape Faygo. She moved onto her overhead dry foods holder, picking out some Human Slim Jims and Grub Jerky and placing them in her sylladex. Satisfied with her plunder, Straki abandoned the kitchen. She moved to her respiteblock, sitting down in front of her husktop and draining the rest of her Faygo before cracking open another bottle and starting that one.

Upon opening Trollian she found a handful of her friends online, though none of which she had become particularly close. Before she could open the messageboard, she was assailed by someone she thought she had blocked.

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-- ascendancyRecreant [AR] began jeering furtiveAdvocate [FA] at 08:42 --

AR: You criminals are all the same. You mess up and look at you, hittin' the bottle before it's even noon.
FA: Isn't it abut =arly to strt harassin m=?
FA: *a bit
FA: *star
FA: *start
FA: Didnt I bolck you?
FA: *block
AR: I don't understand how I'm supposed to be helpin' you when you have no respect for justice.
FA: Oh, I dun hav= r=spact for justic=? Sinc= you'r= all soooooo war= of what =v=ryon= is doin, t=ll m= how it is =xacly that I'm the on= without r=spect.
FA: *don't
FA: *r=sp=ct
AR: Well, you're breaking laws for starters.
FA: I don't hav= ti=m to d=al with you right now. You'r= killin my buzz.
FA: *tim
FA: *t=m
FA: ******** it.

-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] blocked ascendancyRecreant [AR] at 08:48 --


Irritated, Straki took a long drink from her Faygo, slamming the bottle down on her desk next to her husktop. A small amount of the liquid splashed up and ran down the sides of the bottle, getting the red saccharine substance on her fingers. She seemed not to notice as she opened the C4F messageboard, no longer caring that she would have to endure whatever comments her friends might say about her inebriation.

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-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

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Location: France - Aveyron - Straki's Hive - Straki's Respiteblock
Company: None.
Mood: Inebriated
Thinking: "Wish that a*****e would leave me alone..."

Sylladex

Tree #1
[Grape Faygo Sixpack]
[Grub Jerky]xx[Grub Loaf]
xxxxxxxxxxx[Hostess Suzy Qs] [Human Slim Jims]xxxx[Redpop Faygo Sixpack] [Sburb Beta - Client Disk]

Tree #2
[Sburb Beta - Server Disk]

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[Cyberweasel89]

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Lazy Bones
Lecherous Pervert
Curry Addict
lethargicGenius

Casper Shelby

A young man lies asleep on his bed. What will the name of this young man be?

Lazybones Pervertgenius

Your name is Casper Shelby. As was previously mentioned, you are currently asleep on your bed in your room. Scattered around said room are artficts dedicated to your many interests. There's several different kinds of curry dishes on your desk and dresser, all from your attempts at mastering and perfecting the best food in the world, curry. There are also several sketches on the walls and scattered about your room, all drawn by you. Rather than hidden under your bed like most teenaged boys, your room openly displays pornographic magazines like Hunk Rump, Black Inches, Busts 'R' Us, and Cat's Paw scattered all about your room. You've never thrown out an issue, and you receive them regularly, so some of the stacks are quite high.

You'd like to stop this second-person crap, but it looks like you don't need to. Someone is pounding at your door.

"Casper!"

The pounding on his door and screaming of his name did nothing to wake the sleeping teenager.

"Casper! Open this damn door, you lazy bones!"

The young man rolled over in his sleep, but that was it. He was out like a light.

The door burst open, evidently kicked open with a powerful leg, a teenaged girl about nineteen years old with dark blue hair and blue eyes storming in, dressed in nothing but a towel.

"Casper, goddammit, wake up! You stole my underwear again, didn't you?!" she screeched.

What will the name of this enraged young lady b-

Actually, never mind. Best not mess with her when she's like this. It's Nikki Shelby, Casper's older sister by two years. Famous for her volatile temper, Karatekind Strife Specibus, and breasts the size of coconuts, she saw it as her duty to whip her younger brother into shape.

Despite her screaming, however, Casper remained asleep.

"Capser! Do you have any idea what time it is? You've been asleep for twelve hours!"

When Casper rolled over onto his back, Nikki took the opportunity to promptly stomp him in the groin with enough force to break cinderblocks. Casper's eyes shot up, the boy shooting upright and scrambling enough to fall off his bed. His sister stood over him, crossing her arms under her breasts and glaring at him.

"Where. Did you hide. My underwear?"

Casper gave her a mysterious smile, pulling himself into a sitting position against the side of his bed.

"Ah, misplaced 'em again durin' a douche, 'ave ya?"

"Yes. Misplaced. Them. All of them. I came out of the shower to find my entire panty and bra drawers cleaned out. What. Did you do. With them?" she growled.

Casper smirked, though not in a smug way. More of a teasing way.

"'Sold 'em. Cause ya outgrew 'em."

Nikki sighed, reaching up to rub her temples. "What the bloody ******** are you talking about, Casper?"

"I noticed. Ya went up a cup size overnight again. So I sold your bras and bought you new ones. Should be in the laundry room."

What? But, she didn't... Reaching up, Nikki felt her breasts. Yes... they did feel a little fuller. But...

"Okay. I admit I didn't check the laundry room. But what about my panties?"

Again with that mysterious smile! "Well, ya needed matchin' sets, didn't ya?"

That was... oddly considerate of her brother, she had to admit. But... wait... "Wait... Who would buy used underwear?"

Casper smirked. "Some a' the guys are your college paid quite handsomely for 'em!"

The girl's face turned red, clenching her fists so hard veins bulged on them.

"Casper, you perverted jackass!!!"

What followed was the most one-sided brother-sister beatdown in the history of Paradox Space.

Location: Australia - Sydney - Casper's Apartment - Capser's Room
Company: Nikki
Mood: Relaxed
Thinking: "Ow..."
Wearing: Boxers, sleep shirt

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Sylladex

Key Items: [Smartphone] [Wallet] [Key Ring] [Wrist Charger Connectors] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Consumables: [Curry Rice] [Curry Bread] [Can of Lemonade] [Bottle of Strawberry Faygo] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Supplies: [Sketchbook] [Pencils] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Apparel: [Phone Alert Watch] [Calculator Watch] [Wrist Compass] [Universal Gadget Wrist Charger] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Other: [Hunk Rump] [Black Inches] [Busts 'R' Us] [Cat's Paw] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Horridon

[Cyberweasel89]

Yes, I am a ninja
You know what I mean

Pumpkin Farmer
Ninja Philosopher
Aspiring Assassinobi
enlightenedShadow

Hanzou Solona

A young troll stands in his respiteblock. What will the name of this young troll be?

Your name is Hanzou Solona. You fancy yourself a ninja, and have dedicated your life to the art of the fabled shadow warriors. Your trolltag is enlightenedShadow [ES] and you speak in a very philosophical manner. Scattered around your respiteblock are artifacts dedicated to your many (or singular) interest(s).

You love ninja, and all about are DVDs, manga, comic books, video games, posters, and action figures of various fictional shinobi. These are primarily Naruto, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. and Ninja Gaiden. You absolutely hate pirates, though!

You also enjoy a good book, and have several bookshelves full of poetry, philosophy, prose, and classic literature, like Dream Bubbles by the first son of Skaia Charles Dutton, and This Ocean Charles. However, your taste in literature is quite broad, and you even possess copies of Complacency of the Learned, Wizardy Herbert, Humanimals, And It Don't Stop, and Whistles: The Starlight Calliope.

Okay, last time I'm gonna tell you. This second person stuff works well when you're a trolling douche like a certain author we know, but not in RPs. I mean it.

Hanzou walked over to his ninja chest, where he kept various tools of the ninja trade. He grabbed a pile of Shuriken, a pile of Kunai, a pile of Makibishi, a pile of Senbon, a set of Nunchaku, a pair of Sai, a Bo staff, a pair of Claws, a Ninjatou (ninja sword), a Crossbow, a pile of Bodkins for the crossbow, and a pile of Smoke Bombs, allocating all of them to his Ninjakind Strife Specibus. Much like the Jokerkind Strife Specibus, the Ninjakind Strife Specibus could hold several kinds of different weapons, so long as they were typically thought of to be used by ninja. Though capable of allocating katana, Hanzou generally avoided using swords, since he found them too samurai-like for a ninja. His ninjatou was really only a 'just-in-case' kind of deal.

Also in his ninja chest were several other non-weaponary items used by ninja. There were several miles of metal wire for attaching to his projectile weapons; a small hand mirror for seeing around corners or behind oneself; a metal file for filing through metal restrains; a rebreather for surviving underwater and poisonous gas; a range finder for not only seeing long distances, but also reading the distance between the user and the target; and a set of two-way earpiece radios. Hanzou Captchalogued all of them to his Indexed Scroll Fetch Modus, assigning them to the first few numbers.

Hanzou left his respiteblock and went to his nutrtionblock, opening up his thermal hull. Like a true warrior, Hanzou had a very strict diet. Unlike the meat and candy of other trolls, Hanzou only ate ricegruel, usually with grubsauce on top of it, and only drank water. He also tended to supplement his meals with MREs on occasion. He Captchalogued a few items from his thermal hull, then turned to the backdoor of his hive.

Hanzou stepped outside his hive into the very, very early morning twilight. Twilight was fine for a troll, it was only the broad daylight that they couldn't handle. But under the cover of night, Hanzou enjoyed gardening, much like his hero Uzumaki Naruto, though he mainly stuck to growing and cultivating pumpkins. Seeing one ready to be harvested, Hanzou Captchalogued it, eager to use it in a pumpkin pie soon, or something similar. He returned to his hive and made his way back to his respiteblock.

Today was the release of the beta of the highly anticipated game from the mega-conglomerate known as Hostess Interactive, Sburb. Sitting on his desk were the copies of the game, as well as a complimentary box of Hostess Mini Muffins. Well... Hanzou supposed it was okay to indulge every so often, and it would be rude to turn down the gift. Just... not right now. Hanzou instead Captchalogued the beta and Mini Muffins for later, pulling up a chair to his desk and logging onto his Husktop.

He noticed an alert on Trollian. It seemed several of his chums were online, posting in the Chums4Life group that sunshineFarmer had made for them. Hanzou typed a reply.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?
SF: drat! nothing but mail. ill try asking Papa. maybe it already came. if Papa has it hell probably make me work for it though *giggles*
MI: Um... S-Sorry to hear than, SF. Uh... G-Good luck with getting the game from your human lusus, though...
MI: Um... A-As for the snack cakes, uh... I-I guess they're bonuses from Hostess Interactive, er... T-To promote their snack cake line and other products... Um... Th-Though I wonder why I got Twinkies, uh... B-But you got Sno Balls, PA... Er... M-Maybe we get a different snack cake at random...?
MI: Um... S-Say, PA... Uh... W-Would you like to, er... B-Be my server player...? #>.<#
MI: Um... I-I mean, we should let SF enter first, uh... S-Since this was all her idea and all... Er... B-But from what I heard this works in a chain so... Um... Y-Yeah...

-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

-- enlightenedShadow [ES] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F} Group at 8:57 --

ES: Salutations, comrades... Tis a furtive morning for the start of new history... I trust you all attained rest while wittling away the useless hours while history went on around you?
ES: Curious how the twilight of a newborn day heralds the harbinger of new history each morning... Please, enlighten me, comrades... What history has brought you to your bastions of information at this crimson dawn...?
ES: Aside from FA's carbonated swill that she insists on diseasing her shell with...
ES: FA, your mind and soul may be immortal, but the shell they reside in has but a limited window to make history with its actions...
ES: However, you have been very nurturing to one of such low blood as myself, so I suppose it is not my place to question your choices of how you forge your own history... Apologies...

Location: Ontario - Canada - Hanzou's Hive - Hanzou's Respiteblock
Company: No one
Mood: Philosophical
Thinking: "..."
Wearing: Black hoodie, black sweatpants, sandals

All dressed up in black
So that I can't be seen

Sylladex

#1: [Metal Wire (several miles)] #2: [Hand Mirror] #3: [Metal File] #4: [Rebreather] #5: [Range Finder] #6: [Two-Way Radios (2)] #7: [Bowl of Ricegruel] #8: [Jar of Grubsauce] #9: [Bottle of Water] #10: [MRE] #11: [Pumpkin] #12: [Sburb Beta] #13: [Hostess Mini Muffins] #14: [ ] #15: [ ]

Horridon

[Horridon]

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xx♞xxxSuddenly a key appeared on her desk. Great. With a sense of dread, she picked up the key and the matching captchalog card. In goes the key, turn, and there were the Sno Balls, sitting innocently on her desk next to her copy of Slow River. Raisa looked over the mysterious pastries, watching them as if they might detonate in a murder attempt. But, no matter how long she watched the sparkling pink sugar that coated the marshmallow, they remained neutral and inanimate. She hadn't even given thought to the fact that they were receiving different pastries, but surely it was normal. Thinking about it, wouldn't it have been stranger for them all to receive the same pastries? Raisa sighed, realizing she was overthinking snack cakes. They were just some damn sugar treats. The worst thing they were guilty of was being purchased by unsuspecting parents who then end up with their children on the world's greatest sugar high. Creating infantile anarchy wasn't anything menacing. Shrugging, Raisa opened her own package and took the first of the two Sno Balls and after inspecting it for a moment, took a bite.

BLUH!

That had to be the most intensely sweet thing she had ever placed in her mouth. Immediately she was leaning over the trashcan and spitting out the mouthful of sugar-encrusted, marshmallow-dipped cake. "Oхует!" She recaptchalogged the Sno Balls, though not sure why she shouldn't just throw them away.

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-- sunshineFarmer [SF] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:01 –

SF: did anyone elses copy of the game arrive in the mail yet??? sad

-- meekInheritor [MI] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 8:03 --

MI: Um... N-No, it hasn't...

-- pastimeAggreviances [PA] began pestering Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:24 -

PA: i just got mine. braved a damn snowstorm for it, too.
SF: lucky!!! imma check out the window one more time. i think i heard a truck outside
SF: oh! oh! oh! the thinger! the flappy mailbox doodad thinger! its up! it means theres mail! imma be right back
MI: Um... I-I'll be right back, myself... Uh... I-I think I hear a plane overhead...
MI: Um... B-Back... Uh... I-I have my copy of the game. Er... D-Did you get a Hostess snack cake product with it too, PA?
PA: i didn't actually check.
PA: let me run back downstairs and look.
PA: yeah. i got a package of Sno Balls with my disks. weird. you know anything about it MI?
SF: drat! nothing but mail. ill try asking Papa. maybe it already came. if Papa has it hell probably make me work for it though *giggles*
MI: Um... S-Sorry to hear than, SF. Uh... G-Good luck with getting the game from your human lusus, though...
MI: Um... A-As for the snack cakes, uh... I-I guess they're bonuses from Hostess Interactive, er... T-To promote their snack cake line and other products... Um... Th-Though I wonder why I got Twinkies, uh... B-But you got Sno Balls, PA... Er... M-Maybe we get a different snack cake at random...?
MI: Um... S-Say, PA... Uh... W-Would you like to, er... B-Be my server player...? #>.<#
MI: Um... I-I mean, we should let SF enter first, uh... S-Since this was all her idea and all... Er... B-But from what I heard this works in a chain so... Um... Y-Yeah...
PA: i'd love to be your server player!
PA: i totally agree that we should let SF enter first, and i do think we should wait for everyone else to get their games and get online. but hell yeah, i'd love to be your server player.
PA: think maybe you could teach me some of that fancy troll language? eh?


She wondered if MI could pick up on the smirk that was decorating her face. She wasn't sure her friends understood just how much she wanted to learn the troll language. She was incredibly interested in trolls in general but, as with most things in life, she was most interested in the language they spoke. She tried to keep her interest under control, though. She couldn't have it getting out that she was some kind of nerd. She really didn't want to have to get into a ton of fights again to re-establish her reputation. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by another arrival. Raisa sighed, reading the jade green text. Great. FA was online... and drunk. She was nice enough to the trolls, well... the lowbloods at least. But her reception towards human was lukewarm most of the time. And before she could respond, in rolled ES.

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-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

-- enlightenedShadow [ES] began trolling Chums4Life [C4F} Group at 8:57 --

ES: Salutations, comrades... Tis a furtive morning for the start of new history... I trust you all attained rest while wittling away the useless hours while history went on around you?
ES: Curious how the twilight of a newborn day heralds the harbinger of new history each morning... Please, enlighten me, comrades... What history has brought you to your bastions of information at this crimson dawn...?
ES: Aside from FA's carbonated swill that she insists on diseasing her shell with...
ES: FA, your mind and soul may be immortal, but the shell they reside in has but a limited window to make history with its actions...
ES: However, you have been very nurturing to one of such low blood as myself, so I suppose it is not my place to question your choices of how you forge your own history... Apologies...
PA: great. FA's on another bender...
PA: sup FA, ES? MI and i have our disks and SF is gonna strife her dad or something for her copy.
PA: yo, anyone heard from LG yet?

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Location: United States - Alaska - Bolanov Residence - Raisa's Room
Company: Maya and Krolik
Mood: Exasperated.
Thinking: "It's too early to try to make sense of what ES is talking about."

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Sylladex

[The Child Garden] [Flamas Doritos] [Bottled Water] [Hostess Ding Dongs] [Kvass] [Partially Eaten Hostess Sno Balls] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

[Cyberweasel89]

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Lazy Bones
Lecherous Pervert
Curry Addict
lethargicGenius

Casper Shelby

Casper walked out of his attached bathroom, his wounds bandaged up. Ugh... That was quite a savage beating. And during the fight, Nikki's towel happened to fall off, but that just gave his sister more incentive to beat his a**.

It was weird, though... She was blushing the entire time, and not from embarrassment. Sure, she tended to pull her punches with him anyway, despite being a black belt in Karatekind, but he could just tell, something was off with her.

Casper returned to his tiny bedroom, surprised to find it back to normal from the destruction that happened. In fact, his cat Tundra was curled up on his freshly-made bed. Heh... Of course he knew why. Who do you think trained him in flash steps? It made her motherly chores go by really fast, actually, though he rarely had time to say hi or thank his mum before she was off to clean another room.

Well, it was almost ten o'clock PM in Sydney, Australia, and a very hot day in the middle of summer, since he was on the southern hemisphere. It was very likely his friends, or 'chums,' were getting up for the morning. He would've gone about his room captchaloguing things... But he already had quite a few things in his Sylladex from the day before. He was just too lazy to clean it out, really.

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-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

-- enlightenedShadow [ES] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L} Group at 8:57 --

ES: Salutations, comrades... Tis a furtive morning for the start of new history... I trust you all attained rest while wittling away the useless hours while history went on around you?
ES: Curious how the twilight of a newborn day heralds the harbinger of new history each morning... Please, enlighten me, comrades... What history has brought you to your bastions of information at this crimson dawn...?
ES: Aside from FA's carbonated swill that she insists on diseasing her shell with...
ES: FA, your mind and soul may be immortal, but the shell they reside in has but a limited window to make history with its actions...
ES: However, you have been very nurturing to one of such low blood as myself, so I suppose it is not my place to question your choices of how you forge your own history... Apologies...
PA: great. FA's on another bender...
PA: sup FA, ES? MI and i have our disks and SF is gonna strife her dad or something for her copy.
PA: yo, anyone heard from LG yet?

-- lethargicGenius [LG] began pestering Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 9:00 --

LG: hellooooooo hello sheilas and bloke
LG: sorry sis kicked my a** again
LG: that's
LG: all there really is to say on the matter
LG: lovely night over here south of the equator
LG: mi pa you two lovely sheilas getting it on again
LG: just admit it youre crazy about each other
LG: us aussies can tell

Oh, Casper knew all about troll romance, and how gender didn't matter with their reproductive cycle. If you asked him, MI was... what's the word they used again? 'Pining red' for PA? Or was it waxing? Whatever. Capser couldn't lie, he'd imagined MI and PA making out a few times. He knew what they looked like, since he'd seen them once or twice during a Pesterchum video chat. He was a young man with hormones, he couldn't help it. He just wasn't sure if PA swung that way. She was a tomboy, sure, but the two didn't necessarily go hand-in-hand.

Nikki Shelby, Casper's sister, on the other hand, sat in her room, on her bed, crying. Why? Why did she have to feel this way about her own brother?

Sure, they weren't really related... Mom had found him in the crater of her father's old factory, so they weren't at all related... But still, she couldn't believe she felt this way about her own brother... It was why she was so hard on him. He was a pervert, yes, but he could also be sweet in his own way... But she knew he didn't feel the same way. To him, she was just the older sister who fussed over him and kicked his a** all the time. She just... wished she could tell him... her true feelings...

Location: Australia - Sydney - Casper's Apartment - Capser's Room
Company: Tundra on the bed
Mood: Relaxed (though sore)
Thinking: "Yowch... that stings..."
Wearing: Boxers, sleep shirt, bandages

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Sylladex

Key Items: [Smartphone] [Wallet] [Key Ring] [Wrist Charger Connectors] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Consumables: [Curry Rice] [Curry Bread] [Can of Lemonade] [Bottle of Strawberry Faygo] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Supplies: [Sketchbook] [Pencils] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Apparel: [Phone Alert Watch] [Calculator Watch] [Wrist Compass] [Universal Gadget Wrist Charger] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Other: [Hunk Rump] [Black Inches] [Busts 'R' Us] [Cat's Paw] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Horridon

[Horridon]

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x☯xxxUsually understanding ES wasn't that difficult, but through the haze of her saccharine substance abuse, she had to spend a moment thinking about what she was reading before she could figure out how to respond. She wondered how long it would take for her lusus to catch on. She never liked it when Straki drank and she always made a great fuss. Before she could coordinate a response, PA had responded. As expected, her friends were already on her case. Not that she could particularly blame them. They were supposed to start playing the game today and here she was, venting her stress and disappointment through self-destructive habits. For a moment, Straki stared at the bottle as if contemplating throwing it away. Instead, she took another drink.

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-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

-- enlightenedShadow [ES] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L} Group at 8:57 --

ES: Salutations, comrades... Tis a furtive morning for the start of new history... I trust you all attained rest while wittling away the useless hours while history went on around you?
ES: Curious how the twilight of a newborn day heralds the harbinger of new history each morning... Please, enlighten me, comrades... What history has brought you to your bastions of information at this crimson dawn...?
ES: Aside from FA's carbonated swill that she insists on diseasing her shell with...
ES: FA, your mind and soul may be immortal, but the shell they reside in has but a limited window to make history with its actions...
ES: However, you have been very nurturing to one of such low blood as myself, so I suppose it is not my place to question your choices of how you forge your own history... Apologies...
PA: great. FA's on another bender...
PA: sup FA, ES? MI and i have our disks and SF is gonna strife her dad or something for her copy.
PA: yo, anyone heard from LG yet?

-- lethargicGenius [LG] began pestering Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 9:00 --

LG: hellooooooo hello sheilas and bloke
LG: sorry sis kicked my a** again
LG: that's
LG: all there really is to say on the matter
LG: lovely night over here south of the equator
LG: mi pa you two lovely sheilas getting it on again
LG: just admit it youre crazy about each other
LG: us aussies can tell
FA: Good morning =S... and MI, LG... PA.
FA: I agr== with LG.
FA: Also, can I jst say som=thing?
FA: *just
FA: I knwo it's a bad tim=...
FA: *know
FA: Y=st=rday's rally wsa just such a m=ss.
FA: *wa
FA: *was


Straki paused in her typing to take another drink, remembering the stinging of her eyes and the panic that had so quickly spread through the previously stalwart protesters. She took another drink again. She wondered if her mistrust of MI and PA made her hypocritical. She spent so much of her free time going out and fighting to have trolls be treated as equal. And yet, she mistrusted them because they were so far removed from the problems. MI was a fuchsia blood living on an island somewhere where even assassination attempts couldn't touch her. PA was a human and faced no oppression. She was also pretty intolerant of her Faygo benders. Something about PA just really irked her, though she couldn't place her finger on it. LG was nice enough though his jargon often confused her. She found his accent hard to understand She hated that ES felt that he should go easy on her because she had been kind to him. She hated the caste system, she hated the prejudice. She wanted all the trolls and humans to get along, without all the culling and injustice. Again she took another drink, draining the bottle and pushing it off the side of her desk, letting it fall into a pile with several other bottles.

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-- furtiveAdvocate [FA] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 08:54 --

FA: Good mroning =vryon=. Anyon= =ls= gt th=ir b=ta disks?
FA: *morning
FA: *=v=ryon=

-- enlightenedShadow [ES] began trolling Chums4Life [C4L} Group at 8:57 --

ES: Salutations, comrades... Tis a furtive morning for the start of new history... I trust you all attained rest while wittling away the useless hours while history went on around you?
ES: Curious how the twilight of a newborn day heralds the harbinger of new history each morning... Please, enlighten me, comrades... What history has brought you to your bastions of information at this crimson dawn...?
ES: Aside from FA's carbonated swill that she insists on diseasing her shell with...
ES: FA, your mind and soul may be immortal, but the shell they reside in has but a limited window to make history with its actions...
ES: However, you have been very nurturing to one of such low blood as myself, so I suppose it is not my place to question your choices of how you forge your own history... Apologies...
PA: great. FA's on another bender...
PA: sup FA, ES? MI and i have our disks and SF is gonna strife her dad or something for her copy.
PA: yo, anyone heard from LG yet?

-- lethargicGenius [LG] began pestering Chums4Life [C4L] Group at 9:00 --

LG: hellooooooo hello sheilas and bloke
LG: sorry sis kicked my a** again
LG: that's
LG: all there really is to say on the matter
LG: lovely night over here south of the equator
LG: mi pa you two lovely sheilas getting it on again
LG: just admit it youre crazy about each other
LG: us aussies can tell
FA: Good morning =S... and MI, LG... PA.
FA: I agr== with LG.
FA: Also, can I jst say som=thing?
FA: *just
FA: I knwo it's a bad tim=...
FA: *know
FA: Y=st=rday's rally wsa just such a m=ss.
FA: *wa
FA: *was
FA: Th= polic= b=gan using forc= imm=diat=ly. Innoc=nt trolls w=r= b=at=n and t=ar gass=d and arr=st=d.
FA: And now I hav= this AR troll br=thing down my n=ck again.
FA: *br=athing
FA: Wait.
FA: My lusus is onto m=.


Outside her hive Straki could hear her lusus quacking and flapping her wings in irritation, demanding she come outside. Her lusus was too large to come inside even if she wanted to, so instead the jade blood always had to come to her. Getting up, she did her best not to stumble and trip over Faygo bottles. She didn't bother to try to hide the fact that she had been indulging already. She'd learned that no matter what she tried her lusus wasn't fooled. She knew what was coming and dreaded it. In preparation she removed her necklace, bracelet, and headband, leaving them on the desk. She knew the longer she tried to ignore her angry lusus the more likely she would be to peck her way through a wall. Unhappily, Straki dragged herself back into her lawnring where her lusus was waiting. The large quackbeast immediately began inspecting her charge, poking her this way and that with her beak.

"Good morning. Yes, I've been drinking again. I'm sorry. Last night was just such a disaster." Straki bit her jade painted lip. She was always happy to act tough around her friends and the people she met at rallies, but when it was just her and her lusus, she crumbled easily. As expected, her lusus picked her up by the back of her shirt like a wriggler and flew out over the large lake they lived so close to. Once they were out deep enough, her lusus dropped her, sending her into the cold, deep waters. After a moment, she surfaced, gasping and treading water as best she could with her skirt in the way. It did a good job of sobering her up quickly, though it was a temporary fix. The quackbeast lusus wheeled around and landed with a splash in the water near Straki. The troll knew the routine and clumsily climbed on her lusus's back. The flight back was short and cold and her already unruly hair tangled easily. It would be a chore to redress.

Back on the ground, Straki sat down with her lusus for a few minutes and told her about the rally and everything that had happened. Once finished, she stood up and hugged the large quackbeast before going back inside. She entered the ablutionblock and entered the ablution trap, washing the lake water from her before stepping back out and changing into dry clothes. She sat back down in front of her computer as she set to work combing the tangles out of her hair. Her think pan still felt foggy but she was certainly a good deal sobered up compared to when she went out.

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Location: France - Aveyron - Straki's Hive - Straki's Respiteblock
Company: None.
Mood: Mellow
Thinking: "Damn hair."

Sylladex

Tree #1
[Grape Faygo Sixpack]
[Grub Jerky]xx[Grubloaf]
xxxxxxxxxxx[Hostess Suzy Qs] [Human Slim Jims]xxxx[Redpop Faygo Sixpack] [Sburb Beta - Client Disk]

Tree #2
[Sburb Beta - Server Disk]

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