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Hivestuck generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
5!
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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 4:30 am
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Hivestuck generated a random number between
1 and 9 ...
9!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 4:31 am
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Hivestuck generated a random number between
1 and 8 ...
1!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 4:34 am
SQUOOB A DOOB! messed up the initial 11 - forgot to subtract wan wanda
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 4:50 am
SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! SQUOOB A DOOB! ImaginationsParadise (Cynril) The blueblood at first looks shocked by your appropriation of her chant, then nods her head slowly. "Squoob a doobadoo." "A doobadoo." Bopping her head in time with the nonsensical music, she stands in deep thought for a few seconds, before sliding a small vial towards you. This is done slightly surreptitiously.  ImaginationsParadise (Poliar) Out in the crowd, a troll cried out in indignance. The bluebood echoes it with another blast of her slogan, both hands clapping over her head. What a magnificent squoob. Banging her hands on the counter until she gets your attention, she leans over the booth and drops a small vial into one of your hands. Then immediately she hides under the booths counter. What a ninja. Taki-di The blueblood folds her arms and stares at you, then at the socks, then back at you. And then she gives you a big wink. "Scoob a doob." Reaching beneith the counter, she tosses you a small, fragile looking vial. Catch it! The blueblood rummages behind her stall, and before you have the chance to disappear into the crowd, she tosses you one of the items below:
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nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 5:57 am
Back... again, somehow. This time Apibom ended up with a newspaper sheet folded into the shape of a boat, which, honestly was kind of cool? They looked it over for a moment before just sort of... Patting it, then tossing it out into the crowd. Yep... that sure was a thing that happened. Did they squoob that doob correctly? Only time would tell. This blueblood was a true enigma.
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purplerosesbeauty rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:55 am
Poe didn't understand this booth at all. Random items, screaming, bright lights. It made him nauseous. But he felt compelled... he returned yet again, was handed a box of pasta. He wondered if he could keep it.
Instead, he lifted it up high and shouted the words again. "Squoob a doob!"
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:20 pm
"JINKIES!" Dalema exclaimed. She was truly astonished by the booth. Why hand;t she stopped here before? GOD she was missing out on so much fun! The small child took the spatula with a giggle as she tried to hold the item in the air while she shouted the catchphrase. No good! Others couldn't see her!
Climbing on top of her lusus, who had coiled themselves to look taller, dalema screamed, "SCRUBADUB! WAIT! Dude it's SQUOOBADOOB! Right?"
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:21 pm
Cynril took yet another shoelace. He was determined to collect these things and add it to his collection of seemingly trashy things. This shoe lace would look good next to his awful pair of socks. Yet tonight he didn't have the voice to scream. He only let out a squeaky, "SQUOOB. "
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:22 pm
Socks. These were sock right? Polair didn't know what to think anymore. Was it what this booth was for? For everyone to just stop thinking rationally?
That was such a scary thought. Polair threw the socks at the crazy crowd as she snapped out of the squoob trance.
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Melancholies rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:52 pm
Today, Emiola came back without Masoal. She was hoping that she might be able to score some more free pasta, but this time the blueblood handed her a ball of socks. Well, sure, alright. She couldn't eat these (she could try, but she wasn't that desperate yet), so she supposed she had to make do. With all the people squoobing, she quietly set to doing the only thing she could think of--unraveling the sock ball.
As she slowly peeled back the layers on the sorb (sock orb), she added the socks onto her hands. As her hands grew thicker, the process slowly became slower and slower until she found herself self-entombed in the probably-dirty foot fabric. "Uhhh..." She waved her hands around rhythmically "Squoob... squoob......" She reached out to the blueblood for help, but instead found her hands rubbing all over her face as she gently brushed the socks over her cheeks. Whoops.
"Y'know?" Doob.
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Taki-di rolled 1 100-sided dice:
66
Total: 66 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:56 pm
Nictor Sabbat
Doob: A rubber chicken
Squoob: Hold it in the air and holler SQUOOB A DOOB! [1d100]
No matter how long or hard one were to stare at the horrifying gaping maw of the rubber cluckbeast or the wide terrible eyes, there would be no life changing answers to be found.
Nictor wanted to know how he kept winding up back at this absurd booth. Was it because it was strange and confusing and made it hard for him to think about anything else than what was in front of him? He wasn't sure, if only because he wasn't thinking about that right now. He was busy avoiding the gaze of the chicken that he delicately held by the neck as it was handed to him. This felt wrong and that face felt wrong and he stared back at the booth attendant as she stared at him.
Maybe. Okay, he would have to think a little bit, put some pieces together but, every time he got close to this place, he was greeted by the troll screaming at the top of her lungs. Was that what they were supposed to do? Nictor... wasn't really the yelling type.
After one last unsure look between the eerily similar gazes of the cluckbeast and the trash hoarding booth owner, Nictor raised the chicken up a bit, adjusting his hold and made an attempt.
"A-ah--s-s-quoob-a d-d-oo---OOB!?"
Nictor startled and his voice broke halfway through when he squeezed the chicken and suddenly a scream erupted from the rubber beast, which he immediately snatched his hands away from.
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screamingshark rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:55 pm
Okay. This time Knetic is determined to properly squoob and or doob.
Armed with an unopened package of pasta, he eyes the bag and gently gives it the lightest of taps. Once satisfied with his taps and the loving gesture, despite feeling off about it, toward uncooked starch, he reels it back and hurls it into the crows!
This booth continues to confuse him but it's too enigmatic to not visit daily!
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Hivestuck rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2018 4:08 am
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Hivestuck rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2018 4:10 am
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Hivestuck rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2018 4:12 am
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