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==> Pegashire: Wake Up!

Unfortunately you don't think the winged hoofbeast is going to be waking up anytime soon. Or ever again. On account that it is quite obviously laying in an ever expanding puddle of its own Indigo blood. You are positive this is not grub sauce. It certainly does not taste like grub sauce.

==> Kyanos: Pay Respects.

Kyanos had been standing morosely beside the unmoving body of his Lusus for a good while now. After fighting through swathes of a seemingly never ending wave of Imps, the troll was lucky enough to witness the last few moments of Pegashire's life as it drunkenly weaved and twisted through a platoon of jetpack equipped enemies in an airborne dogfight the Troll Wedge Antilles would have been proud of. It was certainly a sight to behold, and like any true Indigo blooded Lusii, the hoofbeast managed to give as good as it got.

However, despite a clear cut victory, Kyanos could only watch as the beast finally succumbed to its wounds and tumbled to the ground in a heavy heap. It hadn't moved since.

Kneeling and placing a hand upon the hoofbeast's massive shoulders, Kyanos bid one final farewell to his Lus-

==> Pegashire: Awaken Screaming In Pain.

OH HOLY MOTHER OF ******** IT ISN'T DEAD!! My Gog that SOUND! Poor thing can only kinda weakly move its hooves and howl like a strangled cat. s**t. s**t. Kyanos DO SOMETHING!!

==> Lockbox: Conveniently Deploy At Predestined Moment.

Fantastic. You had forgotten about this thing for so long because you couldn't access it. Thankfully it hadn't actually weighed anything in your PipBoy3000, otherwise waiting for that timed lock to crack open would have been a pain. As in, YEARS worth of having a useless safe-sized lockbox stuck in your inventory bogging you down.

Unfortunately, now it DOES weigh something, and the ginormous piece of s**t just crushed the lower legs of your Lusus when it automatically deployed itself. Its timed lock must have just hit zero. Goody for you. But not for poor Pegashire.

==> Kyanos: Receive Inheritance From Mysterious Benefactor.

Sweet Jegus that horrible sound!! Pegashire, I can't concentrate with you squabbling and blowing bloody blue chunks out your nostrils! Just look at this mess you're making! Calm down!

Oh look, it's an ornate looking Lance! And a note! Kyanos, read this note immediately!

Kyαnοs,

Thουgh Ι dο nοt nοrmαlly prοmοtε vιοlεncε, Ι bεlιεvε yου wιll bε nεεdιng thιs. Thιs ιs sοmεthιng Ι wαs gιftεd wιth by α pαrtιcυlαrly vεxιng kιsmεsιs. Ιt hαs sιncε αdοrnεd my mαntlε ιn my hιvε, bυt ιt ιs my sιncεrε hοpε thαt yου wιll gεt fαr mοrε υsε ουt οf ιt thαn Ι εvεr wιll.

Ι hαvε spεnt mαny yεαrs wαιtιng fοr yου tο αrrιvε. Yου mυst stαy strοng. Yουr frιεnds wιll rεly hεαvιly οn yου, εvεn ιf thεy wοn't αdmιt ιt. Yου αrε thε thε bαckbοnε οf yουr frιεnds' mοrαlε.

Ιt ιs my hοpε thαt yου wιll sυccεεd ιn whαtεvεr ιt ιs yου wιll bε dοιng, αnd cοntιnυε thε lεgαcy οf ουr blοοdlιnε lοng ιntο thε fυtυrε.

-Thε Ιndιgο Dιplοmαt

==> Kyanos: Equip New Weapon.

This is a pretty sweet gutsticker you got there. A shame you had to dirty it so quickly. I mean, look at all those intricate inscriptions all over it. You'll have to examine it closely later though, seeing as it is now shoved solidly through the skull of your Lusus.

At least the screaming stopped.

It's also a good thing you are now covered in Indigo blood. You can pretend that the blue running down your face is splashback and totally not because you're crying. Blue Bloods don't cry.

==> Kyanos: Do Not Cry.

You do what any sensible person would do in a situation where they were forced to mercy kill their own adoptive guardian: Tell your friends!

silverPegasus [SP] shouted at everyone on his Palshouter List

SP: Sο.
SP: Ι jυst hαd tο pυt dοwn my οwn Lυsυs.
SP: Αnd thαt ιs αll Ι hαvε tο sαy οn thε mαttεr.

==> Kyanos: Continue Not Crying.

You then do the second thing any sensible person would do in a situation where they were forced to mercy kill their own adoptive guardian while playing in a game that prototypes objects into its game constructs: Captchalogue a bottle of Pegashire Blood, shove the Lockbox off the Lusus's lower body, then toss the crumpled mess of flesh into Rocketeersprite.

Flawless logic.

==> Mage: Be yourself again.

Danwer is suddenly himself again. The sudden realization that he is himself again startles him, as he doesn't recall not being himself.

In any case, he had a to see what he had alchemized for himself.

The first one was... mildly useless at this time. He seems to have, somehow, crafted a Magic deck where every card had something to do with staves. It was cool, and he could see it being fairly powerful, but it wasn't of much use to him now.

The second item was... much more interesting. He picked up his new weapon, and gave it a few experimental swings. He liked the weight of it, and it felt warm in his hands. Also, the casings for the ends being the backs of Magic cards was pretty sweet.

==> Mage: Put down the Burning Staff of Negation, and answer the yellow girl!

Danwer suddenly realized Canisa had messaged him back while he was distracted by the alchemy. He should probably see what she had to say.

MO: צou've heard about trolls of mצ sign before..? ;o;
MO: We'll have to talk about that some other time, because I assume צou're busצ busצ busצ right now..!
MO: ;u;
MO: I hope that my dreamself is fine, but I'll be sure not to sleep at all..!
MO: I'll also ask Dogmom to wake me up if I fall asleep suddenlצ, so that nothing bad happens..

Danwer smirked again. It was fairly common for trolls of lesser signs to assume no one knew about their sign. Danwer, however, had made it a point to find out as much about his friends as he could.

CC: "Yeah, I've heard ab0u7 7r0ll2 0f y0ur 2ign. 7hey're pre77y a7ypical f0r 7r0ll2 0f 2imilar p02i7i0n 0n 7he hem02pec7rum. N07 7ypically having p0werful p2i0nic abili7ie2, bu7 making up f0r i7 in 2heer 7enaci7y f0r 27aying alive. I've heard 0f 7r0ll2 0f y0ur 2ign 7aking 0n blue bl00d2 in a fair figh7 and winning, even af7er 7aking a 2eri0u2 bea7ing."
CC: "And yeah, I am a bi7 bu2y, bu7 I ju27 freed up my abili7y 70 7alk and ge7 27uff d0ne by making an awe2ome head70p c0mpu7er."

Danwer had to admit, his new headtop was just about the greatest means of portable communications/gaming/research technology he could have wanted. He couldn't imagine a more convenient computer. Maybe some cooler ones, but none more convenient.

CC: "20, if y0u need 70 7alk, I can li27en."

==> Mage: Answer the other guy. His message seems important.

Danwer noticed another message to everyone in the group. It was from Kyanos, and Canisa had already answered him. He couldn't help but feel those two would make great moirails. He had pictured them like that shortly after meeting them, it was a wonder it took him so long to get everyone introduced to each other. Danwer didn't feel he had anything to say to Kyanos that would help him. It sucked that his lusus was dead, but Danwer couldn't do anything about it, and Kyanos was STRONG. He could probably handle it. He'd check in on him later, after he'd had some time to himself to grieve.

Speaking of Lusi, Danwer hadn't seen his in a while, which wasn't abnormal, unless there was someone in the hive, which there was, so it struck Danwer as odd that his highly territorial lusus wasn't helping him take care of the imps, that had, once again, found their way into his hive while he was distracted.

he had to admit, it was super convenient to be able to check on his house from his own headtop. making that altered server disk was definately a good idea, and he should really suggest to everyone to install it soon, but first, he had imps to deal with, and he left his room.

As he readied his new weapon, a thought came to him. It must have come from knowledge he now possessed as a sprite, because it was not something he had known before hand.

He focused on his new staff, and truly put all of his powers of disbelief he had honed by playing years of role playing games behind the staff, nothing seemed to happen at first, but then, the staff began to give off the same green light that Danwer's new sprite body gave off, and he lashed out his will through this energy and his new staff at the nearest imp, and the imp was suddenly sporting a new hole in it's body, and exploded into grist. Danwer smirked. He opened up a new chat to everyone.

CC: "Magic i2 20 707ally real. And I can 20 707ally u2e i7. And 7hi2 i2 20 707ally awe20me."

==> Mage: Cease this prattling, and be the Watcher again! Something was about to happen!

Unfortunately, that something had already happened.

Amelia Tarapt unsteadily steered the strange vehicle off of the small planet, and set off for one nearby that was very green. She liked the color green.

Her descendant's Snoleos lusus lay amidst a large pile of grist and purred. It had clearly had fun defeating that group of imps, and the Watcher wasn't going to tell it to move until they had found something interesting. The small, barren planet dissapeared behind the ship as they approached a similarly small forested planet, that appeared to have buildings built in the trees.

==> Cytryn: Wake the hell up already.


An indistinct figure, mostly bare, curls in on itself. The sound of large bones shifting and clinking together does not stir the sleeping figure. Gentle nudges of the butt of a gun seems to get a bit of a rise out of the figure, but it simply lifts an arm and swats at the gun. More rustling and clinking, and single snap of a bone, go on behind the sleeping figure. It still does not stir. Even as a small imp, brandishing what looks to be a sharp stick (or maybe it's a spear), approaches and lowers the stick (or spear) quickly down to the sleeping figure's side. This, luckily, wakes the figure. Which turns out to just be a younger, quite disgruntled-looking troll.

Cytryn Agrume, the troll in question, rockets up onto his elbow and twists his free arm around and presses his palm to the attacked chunk of his flesh. As he does this, he eyes the aforementioned imp, glare set in stone, before cracking his jaw wide open and huffs out a deep yawn. Momentarily distracted by this regular (yet surprising) bodily function, Cytryn pulls his hand back into view and examines the bit of purple sticking to his palm. He stiffs at it indignantly, and turns his attention back to the imp, who, shocked at his targets muted response, stands unmoved. The troll then, quick as ever, lurches around and rips the stick (which, as it turns out, isn't a stick, or a spear for that matter, but actually a snapped rib of Cytryn's rather large, and rather deceased, lusus) out the imp's grimy little hands. The troll then heaves himself up and on top of the little imp, pushing the broken and most definitely sharper end of the bone between the creatures eyes in the process. Cytryn is greeted with a rough, crunching feeling beneath his hands and the quick drop of the body dissipating and reforming as pieces of grist in the blink of an eye.

Speaking of blinking, that's exactly what the purple-blood does as the grist disappears, collected, just as suddenly as it appeared. He furrows his brow and pushes himself to his feet, then, and looks around his storage room. All the bones of his kills throughout the years, and the the kills of his lusus, are littered throughout this room. He blinks down to the bone in his hand, and frowns rather deeply. The ******** gall that imp had, breaking the rib of his lusus.

Cytryn clicks his tongue at the the thought, tosses the bone back into the pile that is his lusus now-a-days, and heads down the hallway to his respite block. Contact with the team is pretty much imperative and if he really needs to pull his s**t together and get his phone if he’s going to start participating in this session.


==> Retrieve your phone.


The troll is one step ahead of the game, what with his respiteblock already surrounding him and his smart phone flashing its annoying LED at him, indicating just about a hundred new messages on Palshouter. He quickly drags the lock of the phone open and is greeted with the smiling text-color of a million different FREAKING people. He heaves a heavy sigh and skims through the text, relatively disinterested yet he still feels the need to know what’s going on. Something he doesn’t really feel the need to do, though, is respond. And he feels that way throughout about half of the messages, when he stumbles upon Canisa and her oh so tragic inquiry relating to her dreamself. Which had been made awhile ago, but Cytryn really didn’t mind. He just smirked silently to himself and opened a new tab on Palshouter.

-- cyclonicCacogen [CC] began shouting at meekOmega [MO] --
CC: Ͽ hahaha, loser. Ͼ
CC: Ͽ your dreamself is probably a pancake, nasty banana syrup included. Ͼ
CC: Ͽ thanks for ruining the game, b***h. Ͼ
-- cyclonicCacogen [CC] ceased shouting at meekOmega [MO] --

With that final remark, Cytryn exits the window and continues perusing the leftover logs; unimportant back-and-forths between all the other useless players, some doofus remarks and-

Oh, would you look at that. Kyanos’ poor lusus is dead. How sad.

-- cyclonicCacogen [CC] began shouting at silverPegasis [PS] --
CC: Ͽ congratulations. Ͼ
CC: Ͽ you've finally achieved the proper entry level for the "wow, no one cares" club. Ͼ


==> Multitask.


He does just that, and begins to exit his respiteblock just as he reaches the end of his shoutlogs, only really noting what his Server player stated just a few minutes before Cytryn himself woke up. Which was some bullshit about magic. Cytryn just scrunches his nose some as he walks down the hall of his hive, opening yet another Palshouter window. Only this time it was to shout at Danwer.

-- cyclonicCacogen [CC] began shouting at crazyCollector [CC] --
CC: Ͽ great job on the magic front, there, hombre. Ͼ
CC: Ͽ but, hey, here's the thing... Ͼ
CC: Ͽ do you think you could maybe magic up some attention this-a-way? Ͼ
CC: Ͽ 'cause that would be pretty great, thanks. Ͼ

As Cytryn steps of the staircase leading to the rest of his hive, he looks up from his phone and around the area that used to be called his lusus’ respiteblock (which is now known as the recreationblock, and is more of a courtyard than anything else) in mild surprise. Sure, he had woken up to an imp prodding him with his own lusus’ rib, but for some unknown reason, he hadn’t expected to walk into a small swarm of the little buggers parading around his hive. Cytryn heaves another great sigh and sends Denwer one last message:

CC: Ͽ post-haste would be even better, though. Ͼ


==> Cleave some skulls.


Tucking his phone away safely in the back pocket of his pants with one hand, Cytryn reaches into his strife specibus with the other, a look of annoyed determination on his face as he locks eyes with one of the not entirely competent, but highly observant imps. He quickly retrieves his double bit axe and gives it a little spin in his hands before jumping into the Strife that the imp quickly initiates; charging, claws and... hook up and ready to assault. Ctyryn hurries up to it, more fast-walking than charging, and as it makes a lunge toward him, he cocks his axe back and swings down, hard. It lodges itself cleanly into the imp’s head, but only for a moment, as the imp explodes in a little plume of grist that Cytryn quickly collects. How exciting.




ooc: Hi guys, hi! You've finally got a Doom-post, yeah. 9w9;;

Circles.

Circles and circles and circles.

As Lohi wandered through her desert home world she found herself constantly treading the same several circles. No matter which direction she went off in, she found nothing but her own wonky apartment sitting like a gigantic monument to nothing in the sands. It would honestly be more frustrating than she actually found it if not for the now frightened imps on which she could take out said frustration.

On the one hand, this way she was able to gain quite a bit of Grist. But on the other hand, she kept walking in useless, go-nowhere circles from her apartment back around to her apartment. Where was the adventure? The exploration? The fun she had somehow been expecting?

Lohi let out a loud and somewhat obnoxious sigh to herself, and took a seat in the shade of her unceremoniously torn-out apartment and navigated to her messenger program.

yesterdaysScribbler began pestering Everyone

YS: I dön't knöw
YS: whät thè fûck
YS: I'm §ûppö§èd tö bè döïng hèrè.
YS: I jû§t
YS: I jû§t kèèp èndïng ûp bäck whèrè I §tärtèd
YS: I gö ïn änÿ dïrèctïön
YS: änd I ènd ûp rïght bäck hèrè ät mÿ äpärtmènt.
YS: Whät thè fûck؟
YS: I'm lègït ät ä lö§§ öf whät I §höûld dö bècäû§è nöthïng I dö lèäd§ mè änÿwhèrè.
YS: Anÿ §ûggè§tïön§؟


Staring up at the skies Lohi wondered behind her shades just what it was she was supposed to be doing here. This planet was useless and it got more and more useless with every millisecond. If she was the Hero of Time, shouldn't she be finding her way to use those crazy Time powers and cause all kinds of Time Shenanigans? Creeping Christ, it was like the game just wanted her to be a useless piece of s**t all day. ******** it, why not go Alchemize some stuff?

Lohi stood up, getting no immediate replies, and went back inside her apartment, killing two foolish imps who tried to hide behind her couch. She started mucking around with Alchemizations.

Some of the item combo's Lohi tried did nothing, but a few of them made interesting things. She combined a leather-bound journal with an alarm clock to see if she could make a diary that told you what time it was when you opened it to make an entry, but that wasn't what she got. She messed about with the alarm clock and some other items, including her weapon, and a Sailor Moon cosplay outfit.
She also played around with Alchemizing the following recipes:
Sailor Venus Cosplay && Sundress || Toy Knight
Jeans && MP3 Player
Clock && Calculator && Silence Glaive Replica
Silence Glaive Replica && crappy .jpeg of the Jpop band Glay

After a while she got bored and sprawled out on her couch waiting for someone to reply to her mass message from earlier.

Canisa had taken a precious 10 minutes calming down, with the help of her lusus/sprite, idly glancing at her husktop during and hoping her human server player, Jenn, was too busy with her own adventure to be looking this way. Speaking of her, we will have to message her and see that she's all good and will be able to build her up to her first gate to her planet. But now that she was done with crying for now, she had to answer all the messages that had built up while she was wasting her time crying and calming down. Dogmomsprite floated off as Canisa pulled her husktop back into her lap and checked her Palshouter.

Naturally, the first one that she checked was Kyanos', because she really wanted to make sure that he was okay. Even though if what he had to say made her start crying again, she still had to check.

Oh. Well this was comforting, even though he had admitted it wasn't easy for him to do. Time to respond!

MO: Oh of course, what kind of person would I be if I didn't listen to the worries of a close friend..?
MO: Or maצbe that's a bit to forward of me to call צou, because we haven't known each other for too long..
MO: But that doesn't matter right now anצwaצs, so I won't waste anצmore time being unsure over something sillצ..! ;u;

We interrupt your scheduled chatlog to say this: GASP. GAAAASP. OH MY GOD CANISA I'M SO PROUD OF YOU. We now bring you back to the chat with Kyanos.

MO: But it sounds like everצthing is good with צour lusus now, which is verצ good..!
MO: And no, I was distracted with building up צour hive and not watching what צou were doing, and I'm sort of glad about that..
MO: Not because seeing that would have been awful, but because no one should ever see you in a moment like that who isn't in צour pale or red quadrants..
MO: Oh, right..!
MO: It'll be wonderful to finallצ meet צou and the others, especiallצ meeting the humans for the first time..!
MO: That'll be so terriblצ exciting and a little scarצ, because I've heard that theצ find our sharper teeth and nails a bit off-putting, and I wouldn't want to scare anצ of them on accident..!
MO: I'll let צou go for now, צou look busצ..!
MO: I'll talk to צou later..!

Even though you offered him parting words, you were--almost-- always the last to exit it, because you found it to be polite in case the conversation partner had anything left to say. If not, then they left first! It has worked that way for most of the time.

While you had been typing back to him, you had pulled up the view of his house and looked around for him to see what he was doing and if he was as alright as he seemed. Yep, he was all good, but looked like he was going somewhere important! Probably his gate. And he had a fancy looking weapon with him. You cleared some obstacles that would have slowed him down a little in his path, and then left it be to respond to your other messages, starting in the order you got them in.

==> Respond to Danwer!

Okay, was just getting right on that, no need to be impatient!

--MO to CC--
MO: Oh reallצ, fighting bluebloods and winning..?
MO: That sounds waצ out of mצ league, but it's interesting to hear that someone with mצ sign was able to accomplish it..!
MO: That gives me a little hope for mצ dreamself's sake, though, like she might be okaצ, even though I doubt anצone could survive that.. ;o;
MO: I'll need to make a more portable husktop as well, maybe one of my toצs will have something I can use because I don't normallצ keep hair accessories or anצthing..
MO: And I'll trצ not to distract צou too much, so respond when צou're in a safe spot too..!
MO: Er, please.. ;u;'

All done with that one, who is next in line? Ah, Malina! Hooray, she's a nice girl.

--MO to PC--
MO: It's not a problem at all, I'm alwaצs up for cheering people up when possible..!
MO: As well as checking to make sure theצ're safe, so צou're welcome for that as well..!
MO: ;u;
MO: Have צou begun building צour client's hive up to their first gate צet..?
MO: If צou can't think of what to do, that is something important and fairlצ easy depending on how much grist they have..!
MO: I used *INSERT SAFEST AND CHEAPEST THING TO BUILD UP WITH HERE* to build up Kצanos' hive, and it didn't take me that long at all..!
MO: He can reach his first gate now, which will take him either to his land or me, I'm not too sure..
MO: I've heard tales that some people, upon entering the Medium, have their hives alreadצ on their planet, while others are in a small area closed off and the only waצ theצ can go is up, to their First Gate..
MO: It maצ be different for everצ session, or everצ player..

That was enough of that for now, she was going on and on there. But she couldn't help it, Malina seemed so nice and accepting for an Alternian highblood, like Kyanos. In fact, she only knew of one AltHighblood who acted like the stories said. And he had messaged her. Oh boy.

She braced herself for bullying the moment she clicked over to his chat, with little hope that he was acting nice now, which he only was a few rare times when she had talked to him before. Apparently, those times had been on account of his moirail forcing him to be nice to her. But that was then, and this is now, and right now she needed to answer. Though she could just ignore it and not respond, seeing as he had left the message after commenting, it would probably be very rude and offend him when he took the time to pick on her.

==> Wow. Really Canisa. Really. Don't even defend yourself from this, just respond to the message.

meekOmega [MO] began shouting at cyclonicCacogen [CC]

MO: ;n;
MO: Please don't be like that, I alreadצ feel bad enough about it as it is..
MO: All of צour mean comments do nothing productive, and onlצ serve to bring me down further, which is probablצ צour intent, and if so..
MO: I guess צou're doing a good job, so at least you have צour abilitצ to bullצ others going for צou..
MO: Not that צou don't have anצ other things צou're good at, I'm sure צou do, so please don't take offense to that..! ;n;
MO: Um, on another note, how are צou faring, game-wise..?

She really did hope he didn't take her accidental slip up as fighting words, because she knew how he could get. She cringed to think of the rage she may have brought upon herself.. He had said he wanted to kill her once before, and she didn't want to add more fuel to the fire.

Enough about Cytryn, thinking about him always gave her an odd, unfamiliar feeling. She only had one more message to respond to, and then one to send out to her server. This time it's Baikal's turn to be answered to!

--MO to PP--
MO: Oh, hello צour Highness, it's alwaצs an honor to speak with צou..!
MO: All pleasantries aside, I would be delighted to do something useful for צou, if it's in my abilities..
MO: I most certainlצ could tell him that for צou, and I would be happצ to..
MO: I'll be sure not to let it slip that צou care, though I can't quite understand whצ that maצ be a bad thing..
MO: While we're talking, is there anצthing else you maצ need from me, Baikal..?
MO: And how are צou doing game-wise, all good..?

That was the perfect thing you needed to distract you from Cytryn's bad attitude, and you quickly moved over to the conversation with Kyanos that had yet to be left from by the both of you. Quickly, you popped in the message, and hoped that he didn't mind it.

--MO to SP--
MO: Sorrצ for messaging צou again so soon after saצing goodbצe, but I onlצ just now got and responded to the message I'm going to relaצ..
MO: Baikal told me to tell צou he is sorrצ about what you had to do with your lusus..!
MO: I don't know whצ he couldn't tell צou himself, but there צou go..!
MO: Bצe again, unless צou wanted to talk about it..

Phew. That was so awkward, coming back in to say something even though you said you'd let him go earlier, and then telling him something that he may want to respond to even though he's busy.

==> Calm down already and message your server.

That's a great idea, it'll help you forget much easier!

meekOmega [MO] began shouting at derivativeTesitmony [DT]

MO: Hello there Jenn..!
MO: I wanted to check up on צou and see if צou were alright, and what צour status is in the game..
MO: Soon I'll need צou to build up mצ hive, which is what us trolls call our 'houses', to mצ First Gate, the spiral thing in the skצ above mצ hive..!
MO: And if צou need anצthing, feel free to ask me, though I don't know everצthing you maצ want to know..! ;u;

Finally, all done with that. Canisa sets her husktop aside and goes to collect all the grist her Dogmomsprite has left around from all the imps she has already killed. Dang, it sure is a lot.. Though she had been busy with a lot of things since entering, and killing imps was not her top priority, all though she will need to get strong and more into fighting to level up. Her lusus sprite was currently snuffling around the fireplace, so when Canisa was done she went over to see what she was up to.

He moved silently from his slight cover, a large box on its side, as he made his way to the next available safe spot. The cardboard box hardly offered any real protection, other than hiding him from sight of course, but at the moment that was all he needed. It was all he could have asked for under the current circumstances. Ever since that huge… monster had found its way into the house… all he could truly hope for was to survive long enough to get out. He didn't know where it had come from, but that didn't vex him greatly. It didn't really seem to matter. Things had been finding their way into his home for some time now already, and though it was still jarring, he had grown accustomed to it for the most part.
Still, that's not to say he wasn't surprised when he came across this creature. He so very nearly met his doom, only just managing to leap for cover before its gaze fell on the wall where he'd been standing split seconds before. The intensity of the suspense was almost as likely to kill him as the monster was, his veins throbbing madly as they were filled to bursting by an overworked pump. All he could hear was the pounding. And the pace… the thought of it was sickening, so he tried to stay focused. Focused on his escape. Silence was not his strong suit, but it was his only chance, and it was all he had. Nothing else could save him, and he knew it. He knew he stood no chance against such a monstrosity. He'd never seen nor imagined such a horrifying visage, towering over him with a jagged toothed snarl curved wickedly up on one side.
He shuddered as he scoped the area between him and the next room. If he was going to make it out alive, he knew he would have to stop thinking of the monster… but it was so vivid in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to repress the ever so recent memories of it, he just couldn't manage to succeed. He looked to either side before readying himself to lunge for the open doorway. Confident that his way was clear, he hunched down, swung his arms behind himself, and pulled in a long breath, holding it as though leaping into a freezing lake. He knew he couldn't make the distance in a single leap, but closing the distance as fast as possible was in the forefront of his mind. Having made up his mind, he hurled his body forward, letting out the air he'd drawn and swinging his arms forward. He landed just before the halfway point toward his goal, and took off running as soon as his feet touched down on the floor. Teeth bared, arms swinging, and feet barely making contact with the floor beneath him, he ran wildly for the doorway, thinking to himself over and over that he was one step closer to freedom, just one more room and then he could fling himself out the nearest window, one step closer to-- NO!
He skidded to an abrupt stop, very nearly falling in the process, utter terror etched across his face. He couldn't understand how the creature had moved so fast… one second the doorway was clear, and the next he was staring past its widened stance at the room beyond as it stood hulking and huge between its prey and escape. He was petrified at the scene before him. The monster was standing in such a way that it took up the entire doorway, with one elongated arm outstretched to its side, poised and ready to swing blindly with a blade clearly stolen from a recent slaughter, the other arced upward with its hand resting on its head, its feet spread wide, its head poised downward in a menacing glare, its eyes hidden in the shadow of an otherwise very classy fedora. He couldn't help but tremble at the unspeakable beast blocking his way, seeming to pulsate as it breathed ragged and unsteady breaths.
As he stood rooted to the ground, his gaze moved slowly downward from the twisted grin of the monster to his supposed freedom. It was then that he saw them. The bodies. Mountains of bodies, all heaped onto one another and oozing, some twitching slightly while others simply lay completely limp. Littered over the other corpses, he could see the occasional severed arm, limp head, limbless torso. He knew some of these faces… but he couldn't possibly know them all. There must have been sixty… no, seventy dead in this room. He didn't know how it could be possible, he had no idea where they could have all come from, but none of that mattered. His head darted upward once more to stare, unbelieving, mouth gaping, eyes bulging, at the creature once more.
He took in the monstrous image for what he assumed would be the last time. Framed by the doorway, the monster's impossible size was made more imposing by its luridly slightly glowing yellow eyes, not unlike like molten amber, punctuated by ice cold blue splotches of irises. It looked like death itself, its pallid, nearly white outer shell looking as though the life had been sucked from it. No, not a shell, skin! It wasn't hardened on the outside at all, but rubbery in appearance! Through its hat protruded two identical pincered horns, giving even the top of its head the look of something that wanted more than to pull you in screaming to your death. It's teeth, far sharper than his own, glistened as its crooked snarl opened wider. A sickly, pale glow emanated from its chest as well as the backs of its hands, casting an eerie glow over the rest of the scene.
He stood staring for what seemed forever waiting for his end. It was as if the whole of existence stood still for this one instant, stretching a single second into eternity. Suddenly, in that instant, all of his senses came into true focus for what seemed the first time in his existence. He could feel the immense heat coming from the beast's body, hear both of their breaths, neither one of them even or calm, one ragged from excitement while the other shallow from sheer terror. Then, the exquisite silence was filled with deafening sound as a true explosion of grist quite literally erupted from the morbid scene behind the candy horned monster. An explosion that shook the rather small planet literally to its core, knocking everything from its current resting place. Everything, he noted, except for the death colored, rubber skinned monstrosity that had inadvertently caused the world rocking blast. He managed to scramble back to his feet, backing away a couple of steps. The creature tensed its muscles all at once, lurching slightly forward and letting out a single, short roar. His entire body ceased obeying commands, the last thing he could comprehend before his vision went as black as his own carapace was the monster raising an eyebrow and cocking its head to one side.
Then it knew no more.
"… I think if th4t imp w45 C4p4ble of wetting it5elf, it would h4ve ju5t done 5o."
Tuluch couldn't help but laugh. Sonicsprite came skidding to a stop next to him.
"You know, I'm 4Ctu4lly re4lly 5urpri5ed th4t I'm doing 5o well keeping up with you! I'm only 4 little winded… 4nd I KNOW I would've h4d 4 muCh h4rder time of thi5 kind of thing ye5terd4y! I don't re4lly get how th4t'5 po55ible, but I'm Cert4inly not Compl4ining…"
"Heh! Yeah, there's no doubt things work a little differently in the Medium than they did back home!"
"M4n, no kidding! I never would've thought--"
BING!
"…54i. Ye4h, ok, I gue55 I 5hould re4lly look 4t th4t. I've been kind4 ignoring 4nything th4t w45n't from D4n."
==> HEY! Answer your messages!
He fished his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through all the messages he'd thus far ignored, all of which had been apparently sent to everyone simultaneously. The first one he ran into was from YS- um, Lohi, regarding getting to know each other better. It already had a couple of replies, and a bit of conversation had sprung from that, but he thought it'd be best to just answer the top question.

YS: Hèÿ äll, höw§ èvèrÿönè döïng öût thèrè؟
YS: I'vè pröbäblÿ bèèn lûckÿ §ö fär,
YS: thè ïmp§ ärè mö§tlÿ öût§ïdè mÿ äpärtmènt änd Gïlè§prïtè äctûällÿ gävè mè §ömè û§èfûl ïnfö,
YS: I'm äböût tö chèck öût öût§ïdè änd §èè ïf I cän fïnd änÿthïng û§èfûl bèförè I mäkè ä §tïnk äböût mÿ Sèrvèr pläÿèr nöt bûïldïng ûp tö thät gätè
YS: mÿ chät clïènt ï§ nöw händ§-frèè §ö I cän tälk änd fïght
YS: änd I'm öpèn för cönvèr§ätïön §ö lèt§ pläÿ "gèt tö knöw ÿöû bèttèr" ä bït
YS: §ïncè I bärèlÿ knöw mö§t öf ÿöû, èh؟

EO: Hey! It'5 good to he4r from y4, 4we5ome to know th4t people 4re doing 4lright!
- I don't think it'5 ju5t luCk, I'm pretty 5ure no m4tter where the imp5 were they'd be pretty e45y to be4t.
- I'm 5ure you're plenty C4p4ble!
- 45 for out5ide, I h4ve to 4dmit th4t I h4ven't re4lly bothered with it muCh
-I did Comtempl4te going out there, but then I got 5ide tr4Cked
- 4nd h4ve been DECIM4TING the imp5 in my hou5e.
- it'5 ju5t w4y too muCh fun…
- 4l5o, your 5prite didn't turn out being too helpful, huh? Th4t 5tink5…
- I hope th4t doe5n't 5tiCk for good!
-I'm 5ure given the Ch4nCe he'll turn out to be gre4t!
- though it might t4ke 4 while
-45 the5e thing5 5ometime5 do
- Ju5t gott4 be p4tient!
- 5o, um, I'd tell you 4bout my5elf, but I feel like I'm r4mbling 4 bit…
-5O, ye4h… 5orry 4bout th4t
- I'll give you 4 Ch4nCe I gue55, wh4t kind5 of thing5 do you like?

Well, THAT was drawn out. He always had a hard time not doing that… The next one he came to was a little more troubling, but only because of how worried the sender seemed. MO… that was Canisa, right? Yeah, that was it.

MO: Um, just a little report..
MO: I also passed out on entering the Medium, but I ended up flצing out of mצ tower's window and falling out of the skצ..
MO: I woke up before I hit the ground, but I think my dreamself is done for..
MO: I'm sorrצ if I ruined things a bit, I wasn't expecting to react like that at being so high for the first time..
MO: ;n;

Most of the responses were pretty upbeat, except for the one toward the end. After reading… Cyturn? Cytryn! After reading his frustratingly mean remark, Tuluch really had to bite his tongue before responding. He hadn't had many conversations with this guy, as he usually did the best he could to avoid that personality type whenever he was online. It gave him a need to go to the other person's aid, which usually resulted in all the other person's supporters (which they always had a surprising number of, despite their obvious distaste for… other living beings) all descending on him and telling him to stop White Knighting.

"Bl4rg. Ye4h, I'm gonn4 ignore th4t p4rt 45 muCh 45 po55ible. No need for thi5 to blow up into 5ome huge fl4me w4r… I re4lly don't think I h4ve the p4tienCe for th4t. Not with how well thi5 d4y'5 gotten."

EO:Ye4h, I C4n pretty muCh Confirm th4t 4b5olutely EVERYONE, for no 4pp4rent re45on, fell 45leep 45 5oon 45 they entered.
- 4nd hey, I wouldn't worry too muCh 4bout th4t!
- E5peCi4lly whether it effeCt5 the other5 or the whole g4me, I'm pretty 5ure it'5 re4lly ju5t for your 54ke!
- I me4n, how Could YOUR dre4m5elf Ch4nge wh4t h4ppen5 in the g4me 4ll th4t muCh?
- 4nyw4y, try not to worry too muCh!
- Th4t won't help 4t 4ll!

"M4n… I h4ve GOT to 5top doing thi5… the whole 'me554ge m4r4thon' thing i5 re4lly b4d 4nd it put5 me out of the loop. I think I need4 look over 'em 4ll before I re5pond to 4ny more 4nd 5ee of there w45 4nything import4nt or urgent.

He started looking over the first posts of each shoutlog, and was glad he decided to go out of order. Well, glad wasn't the word, not hardly, but he certainly felt better having not waited any longer to respond to what he'd just found.

SP: Sο.
SP: Ι jυst hαd tο pυt dοwn my οwn Lυsυs.
SP: Αnd thαt ιs αll Ι hαvε tο sαy οn thε mαttεr.

There were a lot of responses to this one, as could only be expected, and Tuluch felt HORRIBLE that none of them were from him. It had been recent, but it wasn't the most recent one on his phone, so he knew it was one of the ones he'd ignored. That was tearing him up, from the inside out. How could he be so careless!? AND WHAT THE HECK WAS WRONG WITH THIS FREAKING PURPLE BLOOD?! He just wanted to--!
He had to put his phone back in his pocket to keep from typing something incredibly stupid. He was just so MAD! Who did he think he was, anyway?? It helped that SP had-- that Kyanos had taken it so well, and even made a joke out of the whole thing, Tuluch respected that more than anything about how he had responded. The fact that he was able to get humor from the situation was more than impressive. But it still grated on him.
So he grated an imp.
He didn't really know what had happened, one second the imp was there, the next second there were shredded bits of it there. And a very fierce cold. Like an intense windchill… though it passed as quickly as it had come, Tuluch still felt the lingering cold making his already hyper tensed muscles quiver. His anger slipping away, he decided it was time to let Kyanos know he wasn't a jerk. Not because there was already one in this shoutlog, but because he felt like one for not paying attention to his phone.

EO: Ky4no5… th4t'5…
- wow, I don't even know wh4t to 54y.
- Th4t'5 5eriou5ly h4r5h, 4nd no one 5hould h4ve to go through 5omething like th4t
- I gue55 4ll I C4n re4lly 54y i5…
- I m4y be 5trong, even if only phy5iC4lly, but I re4lly don't think I'd be 4ble to do 5omething like th4t.
- You h4ve more in you th4n I do, there'5 no doubt 4bout th4t…
- I'm ju5t 5o 5orry th4t you h4d to de4l with 5omething like th4t.
- I'm gl4d th4t you m4n4ged to bring 5omething good out of it. I gue55 th4t'5 4nother re45on I wouldn't h4ve been 4ble to do it… I've 4lre4dy done both prototyping5. The ide4 of lo5ing my M4ntipr4wn i5… well, 4 little more th4n I C4n h4ndle.
- It'5 4lre4dy b4d enough h45n't 5hown up 5inCe I entered the Medium, I've been 4ble to keep my5elf from being worried, but only ju5t. Th4t ju5t 5how5 how h4rd it'd be…
- I gue55 wh4t I'm trying to 54y i5… You're 5o muCh 5tronger th4n I ever would've thought would be neCe55ary.
- 4nd I'm 5till 5o 5orry it w45
- You h4ve my thought5, my re5peCt, 4nd mo5t of 4ll, my 5ymp4thy.
- Heh… I gue55 I h4d 4 better ide4 wh4t I w45 gonn4 54y 4fter 4ll…

There he went, rambling again… but in this case, he really knew that was gonna happen. He just… didn't know how to convey what was on his mind in only a few words. Well, not in a situation like this, anyway. After hitting send, he simply stood silently for a moment, shoulders slumped and head to the ground. Sonicsprite placed a glowing hand on his shoulder. Tuluch noted his gesture with a quick half turn of his head.

"Hey, he'll be ok. He said he prototyped, right? It all turned out in the end."

"Ye4h. Ye4h, th4t'5 4ll he Could've done. 5till. He 5houldn't h4ve H4D to. It'5 not right…"

"Maybe not, but sometimes you have to do what's hardest. Even I know you can't save everyone."

Tuluch heaved a heavy sigh before straightening up.

"… Ye4h. I know. I 5till don't h4ve to like it. 4nd I'm not going to."

He smirked a little, but his expression looked more pained than anything.

"I… think I need to ju5t… run for 4 bit. You feel like Coming? I wouldn't mind the Comp4ny…"

"I wish I could man, but uh, I can't actually leave the house yet."

"… Ok. No problem. I'll… be b4Ck. OnCe my he4d'5 4 little Cle4rer."

He walked to the front door and opened it, just standing on the threshold to his lawn ring. He looked into the tall trees, swaying ever so gently in the breeze… as though nothing was wrong. That was exactly where he needed to be. Where no matter what was going on, nothing was wrong. With everything that had been happening, especially Kyanos' Lusus… Tuluch's worries over where his Mantiprawn had gone had been pulled back to the forefront of his thinkpan. He'd been trying so valiantly to stay carefree and happy, but… there was always the "What if?" The long list of maybe's that haunted if you let them. So many things could happen… and it wouldn't be the first time. After all, he had just talked with someone who--

"AAAGGH! THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Then his front door was left swinging in the wind, open and empty.

==> Malina: Open the box.

The box carried a bit of weight to it. A bit less heavy than the latest Sony console. It was nothing new to be honest. Malina had this for quite a long time now. It was locked and most conventional lock-picking attempts failed. It seemed to be more of a glorified paperweight. Something seemed off though. A thin bit of space between the lid and the sides seemed to be the only real change. With a small bit of effort, it creaked open.

A letter was contained within, a scrap of fading paper.

Malina,

I have been watching you grow up. I can't tell you how proud I am that you've come this far. I created these dice as a fun little toy, but I think you will get more use out of them in the coming days than I ever would. These dice are rigged with explosives, so that when you throw them, and someone steps on one, they explode in the most spectacular manner. These are actually incredibly stable, and you don't have to worry about them exploding until someone steps on them, regardless of how poorly you handle them, though I know you will not. In any case, have fun, and blow some things up for me, okay?

-The Cerulean Physicist

The name held reverence. As though the person who wrote this note was very important somehow - that perhaps this box was a sort of metaphorical "passing of the torch" or whatever that ******** this - gift time!

Malina eagerly reached into the box and pulled out a simple drawstring bag. The contents clanked as it was moved from position and spilled out into her awaiting hands. The dice shined as though they were brand new. It was strange to think that they were actually explosive. They didn't look it.

Malina put them into her strife specibii with a bit of worry. Do these vanish after one use? She supposed only time would tell.

Scorpiomom grew bored during this event and walked off. She seemed to be a bit annoyed at that, but it was to be expected. Her lusii alternates between total apathy and strangely motherly behavior. It helps that Malina does try to keep her from eating most likely unapetizing trolls.

==> Malina: One more time!

She needed to get outta there and start exploring soon! A huge wide land for her disposal and here she is just messing around and talking to people? This blasphemy has gone on long enough.

YS: I dön't knöw
YS: whät thè fûck
YS: I'm §ûppö§èd tö bè döïng hèrè.
YS: I jû§t
YS: I jû§t kèèp èndïng ûp bäck whèrè I §tärtèd
YS: I gö ïn änÿ dïrèctïön
YS: änd I ènd ûp rïght bäck hèrè ät mÿ äpärtmènt.
YS: Whät thè fûck؟
YS: I'm lègït ät ä lö§§ öf whät I §höûld dö bècäû§è nöthïng I dö lèäd§ mè änÿwhèrè.
YS: Anÿ §ûggè§tïön§؟

PC: < Alrighty then... Based on the information provided...>
PC: < This may be a test for you. >
PC: < Unless it is just simple direction confusion, in which case I am reading WAY too much into this. >
PC: < Pardon. ;_; >
PC: < You're supposed to have specific tasks and quests given to you specifically for your world. I guess this can be connected, so in which case...>
PC: < I'd go find a high location to look from. Landmarks are extremely important to locate. >

That was simple enough. She was rather puzzled on why navagating would be difficult but shrugs it off a moment later. She is pretty sure that will be solved soon enough anyways...

SP: Thαnk yου.
SP: Ιt wαs ιndεεd hοrrιblε αnd Ι αm tryιng nοt tο thιnk αbουt ιt.
SP: Thουgh Ι prοtοtypεd hιm wιth my sprιtε, sο hε's αlιvε αgαιn sοrt οf?
SP: Rεgαrdlεss, yου shουld bε αblε tο rεαch yουr Fιrst Gαtε sοοn.
SP: Ι fιnd my οwn gαtε wιthιn rεαch αs wεll.
SP: Wε wιll bε mεεtιng sοοn Ι hοpε.
SP: Tαkε cαrε.

She decides to play around and build up her client's hive for a bit as she decided on a good response to give him. A mass of stairs and platforms popped up on screen as she messed around with the available grist at her disposal. It was fortunately, a lot easier to accomplish than building things in Minecraft. A lot easier.

PC: < I suppose that the event of losing him only to regain him, must have been an ordeal. >
PC: < I am happy for you. Just try not to keep things bottled up, okay? >
PC: < It feels rather strange to think about actually. I'm going to be doing a little bit of exploring after this. >

Malina looked at the alchemiter and decided it would be a bit prudent to use it now. If she started, she might never leave her hive and that is kind of pathetic.

PC: < Oh! That would be wonderful. ;w; >
PC: < Take care as well. Give your lusii sprite a "brohoof" for me, okay? >

Meeting Kyanos sounds rather nice. He's been very reliable so far. It's very easy to call him a friend, if only mentally.

MO: It's not a problem at all, I'm alwaצs up for cheering people up when possible..!
MO: As well as checking to make sure theצ're safe, so צou're welcome for that as well..!
MO: ;u;
MO: Have צou begun building צour client's hive up to their first gate צet..?
MO: If צou can't think of what to do, that is something important and fairlצ easy depending on how much grist they have..!
MO: I used *INSERT SAFEST AND CHEAPEST THING TO BUILD UP WITH HERE* to build up Kצanos' hive, and it didn't take me that long at all..!
MO: He can reach his first gate now, which will take him either to his land or me, I'm not too sure..
MO: I've heard tales that some people, upon entering the Medium, have their hives alreadצ on their planet, while others are in a small area closed off and the only waצ theצ can go is up, to their First Gate..
MO: It maצ be different for everצ session, or everצ player..

Let's see, let's see... So far she considers it a good sign that she has not gotten into any fights with her fellow players. Not to say a kismesis is not desired at the moment, but when your quadrants are empty, why be picky? It was a silence filled period of awkward thoughts that awaited her if she decided to continue with that, so she quickly returned back to her companion's message.

PC: < I rather admire your level of compassion. >
PC: < ;w; >
PC: < I am very glad to be playing this game with you, if you do not mind my boldness in saying so. >

To be honest, that was rather embarrassing to say. She considers herself a rather open person in regards to emotions, but she really hasn't known the people she is playing with for all that long. It feels rather early. The screen and messaging program makes these things easier, but only to an extent.

PC: < I have just started it, myself. The controls are simple enough so I am not very troubled. >
PC: < Personally, I don't expect to be all that "active" for awhile. I have an urge to look under every rock I see for hidden treasures. I have a feeling I am going to find something fun very soon. >
PC: < I have a feeling I'm going to worry about you so please be careful. >
PC: < ;o; >

With a possible dead dreamself, and Malina wasn't even aware they COULD be killed, it will definitely make things a bit more difficult.

==> Malina: Back to adventure!

With an assumed graceful leap to her feet, she grabbed a side bag and her hand held and raced happily out the door. The outside, no matter how dry, was beconing. It called for a treasure hunter such as herself to carefully examine every nook and cranny.

Her feet stepped into stone and sand and traces of browning vegetation as her feet drove her further away from her hive. Various landmarks dotted the evnironment, negating the idea of an empty land. A group of rocks in a particular pattern, a square shaped land mass just a few yards away...

Square shaped?

As she drew closer, she noticed a small group of imps surrounding what looked to be a RPG-stylized treasure box. The leader, pirate themed, was prodding at the box with a hooked wrist. Immediately, Malina grabs her pistol and aims. Her palms were a bit moist but her grip was steady enough.

The sound of a perfect headshot immediately attracted the attention of the other enemies. They charged Malina, possibly out of some desire to avenge Impbeard the pirate. (Not very original, but let's be honest here, battle is not the best place to think up witty names.)

The second enemy dodged her attack, only to spray a good portion of a dark fluid onto the ground. Dry soil did little to absorb the spill and in an instant, another fell only to get a bullet between the eyes.

Imps three and four met similar fates shortly after. It was only that boar that survived. It charged at Malina in a burst of regained stamina and practically threw her to the ground. She lashed out with a kick and hurled him a few feet away.

Victory was as good as hers. It seemed that the machine that composed part of the imp's physique made it a bit bulkier than normal.

Grist collected, she stood in front of the box in preparation of exploring it's conrents. Was it a useful item that could assist in her adventures? Some rare variety of grist? Perhaps currency?

Whatever it was, she was excited. Her hands reached down and pulled up the lid... and...

"AHHHHHHHH!"

A lizard burst out of the chest!

Heart palpitating, she struggled to get up off the ground because she was obviously not wanting to hide from this creature! Not at all. I mean, does she look like a coward who can't even handle some scalebeast wannabe? Pfffft.

The creature, the lizard, was in a rather lovely shade of cerulean. It was wearing a tan colored sunhat and appeared rather cautious. It also had a colorful coin in his possession

Quickly, it decided to make the choice of running away...

Realizing the item it held, Malina started running after it.

"Hey wait! Give that back!!"

"Stupid Lizard! You owe me!"

Anger. Something very, very unbecoming on a person like him. It seethed and bubbled, it burned and gnawed until he lashed out at the closest thing. It was rare that Baikal was angry. This Cutlass sickened him to the core. This infernal ******** Cutlass was from HIS absolutely PATHETIC waste of Fuchsia blood ANCESTOR. The supposed ruler of Troll Kind before he was thankfully assassinated, and now he knew where his Cutlass went. Here in this box, the only important thing the a*****e ever cared about was now in his hands. Well box. But you get the idea. After ten minutes of ignoring gentle rocking of the ship and of Baikal not blinking he noticed a note laying in the bottom of the strange box. He hadn’t assumed that this box had such importance when he found it in front of his house. Only that it was strange that the damn thing beneath the sea, but he didn’t care it looked cool at the time. He could have gambled it and earned back more of the profit his ancestor had lost. But for some reason he never got around to it, it always managed to find itself hidden whenever he thought about it. Picking up the note he began to read.

Baikal Stanom,

I am not your ancestor, but this belonged to him. It is the only worldly possession of his he never sold for gambling money. This leads me to believe that it held more value to him than anything else.

I am sorry for what we had to do to him, but he stood in the way of the peace that has allowed you and your friends to grow up in a time of peace. Please, do not take offense.

It wasn't until years after it happened that the Jade Assassin told me how he killed your ancestor, and you will not receive this note until after that information can do no harm to the peace that we have worked so hard to achieve and maintain.

Your ancestor was killed by a poison that mimics a Sopor Slime overdose. He literally went insane before he died. It is... not a good way to go, but it is undetectable, and that was the important thing about the deed.

Once again, I am sorry for what we had to do, I sincerely hope that you will not hold it against us. We only did what was best for everyone.

-The Olive Watcher



⇒ Baikal Be relieved.

So. His ancestor wasn’t a Sopor Slime junky, not that it mattered but Baikal felt a little bit of the weight off his shoulders. He wasn’t related to a druggie, that’s good. The mention of him gambling his fortune away made Baikal sneer, his shark like teeth cut into his gums. Fuchsia trickled down his face, god sometimes he hated being so strong. Wait... he was getting blood on his Outfit.... With that he exploded. Kicking the door off of it’s hinges, he stepped out of the captains quarters and yelled.

“ |=I|2$+ |v|/-|+3!!! |=I| ||) |v|3 $()|v|3+|-|I| |(, +() $|-|()()+ |)/-||v|| |I+! |2I(,|-|+ | |()vv!” Now he remembered why he hated to yell... No one understood him. His first mate was on the helm looking at him wide eyed. To say he looked frightening was an understatement, the poor turtle almost passed out. Crushing some of the previous anger Baikal Repeated without yelling.
“|=irst mate. |=ind me a ship to board. | |ow.” The turtle turned around did exactly that. Every single turtle on the ship listened in and was now at work trying to find something to hunt down. He couldn’t vent to any one of his friends. He would come off as rude, or worse. He didn’t want to frighten someone like Canisa, he couldn’t stand making someone as shaky as her cry. Using his sleeve he wiped some of the openly pouring blood from his face. He needed to take a swim before this stained. Making his way to the back of the boat his hat made a small pinging sound alerting him that someone had messaged him. He froze. Maybe it was something good from Canisa, he needed something to brighten his spirits. Pulling that hat over his eyes he opened the program.

SP: Hεy.
SP: Chυmsυckεr.
SP: Ιs Hιs Rοyαl Lαzιnεss tοο dαmn spιnεlεss tο mεssαgε mε Hιmsεlf?
SP: Tοο bυsy bειng thε wοrld's wοrst Trοll Kιng tο gιvε yουr bεst wοrst εnεmy α rιng-α-dιng-dιng?
SP: Οr dιd yου jυst fοrgεt my nυmbεr?

⇒ Baikal. Show him your spine. Even if you have to rip it out.

PP: | will not yell at you |PP: |_et me make this clear to you. | am in | |0 mood to have you say such things.
PP: vvorlds worst troll king you say? | am not my (,()|)|)/-||v|| | /-|| |(3$+()|2 | am | |0+ useless.
PP: | will take responsibility for his mistakes. ‘/ou do not have to respect me at all.
PP: |3ut if you |)/-||23 compare me to him again | will find a way to your world and show you what a |PP: | will not spare you. ^ ruler can’t show exceptions. $ince you want me to be a ruler I will show you one.
PP: 0ur cultures are different. 0ur way of doing things different. |3ut | have tried. | will continue to try.
PP: |f you message me again without showing respect. | will show you why |=ushcia's are feared.

Taking off his hat he threw it to the side and dived into the ocean.