+++++Jenn wasn’t sure what she should do next and the walkthrough wasn’t making any sense to her. How was someone supposed to understand this? She sighed. This walkthrough was telling her to do things she couldn’t understand. How was she supposed to build something for someone else? Frustrated she hit her computer and it went black. That’s not supposed to happen…, she thought. Quickly, she pressed the on button but nothing happened. No amount of keys she pressed would get the screen to turn back on. Jenn pouted at her computer and decided that if she left it alone for a little while it might come back on by itself, because that’s totally a thing that happens. +++++Standing up, Jenn opened her door, but what was on the other side surprised her. A boy about her age was standing in front of her door.
⇒ Be the strange boy
+++++Your name is Ashe Stryker and you’re here to retrieve a few people. Well, it was only two, but twice the amount of bodies, which was going to be fun figuring out how to carry those. There will be more on that later though, right now you were using all your strength to telaport to a different dimension. It had taken you a while to figure out how to do this and it was kind of the reason this problem happened in the first place. You heard a door creak, which was weird cause you planned on landing somewhere in space, but when you opened your eyes you found yourself staring at one of the two people you came to get. +++++“Ah…umm, Jen-” +++++“Who are you?” Jenn cut you off and gave you a suspicious look. +++++You internally sigh. Looks like you owed Lucy fifty bucks for the memory loss call. This was going to be more difficult than you thought. Well, if he had to he could grab Jenn by force. It was Nick that was going to be a pain in the a**. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for what was probably going to be an awkward conversation. +++++“Okay, umm...I’m Ashe and we’re best friends. By some unseen circumstance you ended up here. So, I came to get you and take you back to...well your session...I guess. I mean, you started the session, but it would be my session right now. Not that that matters. So are you going to come along easily or…” He made vague hand gestures and trailed off at the end, not wanting to out right threaten her. After all, Jenn was scary when she was mad. +++++“You’ve gotta be joking…” +++++“Please!” He said, giving her sad eyes. +++++Jenn glared at him, but eventually gave up after staring at each other for twenty minutes. “I don’t know why I’m going to do this, but fine.” She said, sighing. “Now hurry up, before I regain my sanity.” +++++You grin and grab her hand and then after a moment of green lightning y’all were gone.
⇒ Retrieve other self
+++++What other self? If you’re referring to Jenn’s it’s already gone and has been for a while now. Anyway, there are still important things to be done.
⇒ Ashe find the other guy
+++++Or you can just fall face first on top of him. That always works too. It’s not like this was going to be easy in the first place, so you guess materializing and falling on him first thing doesn't do any real harm. Except that slap knocking you to the floor.
⇒ Ashe pick yourself up off the floor and get this over with
+++++“What the hell?” Nick pulled you up off the floor and held you at arms length. “Who the hell are you?” +++++You yanked yourself out of his grasp. “Uh...we’re friends...ish. It’s not important really. What is important is you need to come with me.” You kind of trailed off at the end. For some reason you have never been able to bossy or anything like that when it came to dealing with Nick. Maybe it’s because he could throw you without any real effort. +++++“Excuse me?” Nick asked. +++++“You’re excused. Umm...Sorry.” he said, when Nick glared at him. “Listen, can you just trust me for a moment. I’m running behind schedule and really need to get you back with the others. So, is there anyway we can just head out and I don’t have to explain everything?” +++++“Hell no.” +++++“Ugh. Be that way.” +++++Obviously, talking is not going to get you anywhere any time soon. So, you’ll just have to go with plan B, which was taking him by force.
⇒ Ashe latch on to the other guy
+++++You had to jump to be able to get your arms around his neck, but you managed to not trip yourself in the process. Now all you had to do was hold on till you could get out of here. Luckily that was now. In a flash of green lightning and some swearing form the guy you were currently hanging off of, both of you were gone.
⇒ ballisticAdversary and derivitiveTestimony cease to exist
((OOC: Sorry if this post sucks. Also, if it wasn't clear Ashe is gone forever along with Nick and Jenn))
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 11:46 pm
==> Mage: There’s Someone in Your Room
The hairs on the back of Danwer’s neck prickled as the level of anxiety in the room behind him spiked to an absurd level. He slowly stood up straight and turned around slowly, and quickly spotted Canisa, now no longer comatose, with an obvious look of pure anxiety on her face. Danwer put on his best ‘Oh, gog, she’s uncomfortable, don’t screw this up’ smile on, and quickly ran through several lines in his head to set her at ease, but for some reason settled on: “Hey, Cani2a.”
Her eyes widened in fear when she saw him start to turn, not towards him himself, but rather towards the situation and all the worries she had about social interactions in person. It's going to be so terrible when she messes up these friendships and somehow, somehow gets kicked out of the game entirely? She didn't know how that would even work, but with her bad luck in keeping friends, she's sure it'd happen somehow.
Her hands twisted in the blankets uneasily, and Canisa dropped her gaze from his to stare at them as if they were the most interesting things she'd ever seen. Opening her mouth to respond, all that came out was a soft mumble, barely even audible. But hey, C- for effort! That seems like all he would be getting from her in response, at least for now.
A thousand reasons why she wouldn’t look at him ran through Danwer’s head. None of them seemed quite right, and he didn’t think he had screwed up bad enough for her to not like him, yet. He walked towards his bed and sat down at the foot of it, staring at the corner of the wall and the ceiling, away from Canisa. He then sighed deeply. “If I didn’7 have a m0irail, I’d a2k y0u wha7 wa2 wr0ng, bu7 2ince I d0, I can’7 d0 7ha7. When y0u’re n07 feeling 20 anxi0u2, I’m righ7 here. I’ll even 2h0w y0u ar0und Der2e, if y0u wan7.”
Canisa felt her breathing pick up and start nearing panic attack levels when he approached, and when he sat on the end of the bed she thought her pump biscuit was going to leap right out of her throat, and not in the good, romantic setting kind of way like in her books-- uh. Ahem. But at his words, she let her eyes trail up from her hands to peek at him, and was slightly comforted by the fact that while he was near, he was giving her space by not looking at her. She thought about what he said and how to respond to it, opening her mouth to do so several times before rethinking it and closing her mouth. When she finally decides to speak, her voice is a quiet, unsure whisper, another mumble that's easier to hear than the first as her gaze drops again."I.. I um.. would like to see it.. Derse that is, if.. if you'd be so kind.."
Danwer stood up, and offered her his hand as he walked towards his balcony. “Le7 me 2h0w y0u 7he w0rld.” There was a moment of absolute silence from Canisa as her thinkpan slowly registered what he said, and once it did, the unexpectedness of the reference cleared away a good portion of her anxiety, or rather, pushed it to the back of her mind so she wasn't so focused on it. Wide yellow eyes met his green in a surprised stare, and without thinking she began to reach for his offered hand. But of course, she had to ruin the moment by noticing before she could take his hand and pull her own back slightly. After she had done it she realized how rude that was and how he would take it, and slowly made herself continue to reach and take his hand in her smaller one. Though her eyes still weren't completely dry of tears, Canisa gave him a watery smile and moved her legs off the bed to stand.
Danwer held her hand firmly as he led her to the balcony. “D0n’7 w0rry, I w0n’7 le7 y0u fall, ju27 h0ld my hand, and we’ll 2ee every7hing Der2e ha2 70 0ffer.” With that, he places one foot on the railing around his balcony and braces himself to begin to step off.
When he held her hand like that and started leading her to the balcony, Canisa took the time to actually look at him full on. She had noted that he was bigger than her before, but really looking he was broad shouldered, and maybe almost 6'? And something odd caught her eye. It took her a moment to realize what she was staring at, but when she did she stopped in her place. Or rather, she attempted to, but since he was leading her forward by her hand, she kind of stumbled forward a bit."U-uhm, Danwer.." The yellow blood started hesitantly, before continuing on quietly. "Is.. is that a.. uhm.."
Danwer’s face went blank for a moment as he tried to figure out what she was talking about, then he followed her gaze downwards, towards his posterior. His tail twitched, and he smirked as he realized that was clearly what she was asking about. “Um, ye2. Ye2, m027 0live bl00d2 have a 7ail. And I am n0 excep7i0n. I gue22 i7’2 ju27 par7 0f wha7 2e72 my ca27e apar7 fr0m 07her2.” He turned back to look out above Derse, and then back to Canisa, smiling. “Ready 70 g0? Flying 0u7 0ver 7he ci7y i2 pre77y libera7ing.”
Canisa heard what he said, but now that she was looking at it she couldn't bring herself to look away. She kind of wanted to feel it, but that would be seriously over-stepping bounderies, and her lusus didn't like her tail being grabbed, so she doubted Danwer would. Mentally shaking the thought out of her head, she focuses back on Danwer's face to see him smiling at her. The sight of it filled her with a somewhat unfamiliar warmth and a bit of hope, that actually quashed at least a little of her previous anxiety that he had successfully distracted her from. She offered him a small smile back and shyly dropped her gaze to the floor. Then she bobbed her head in a nod, answering in her naturally quiet tone."A-alright.. I just can't look down.. I don't want to fall again, after all.." Squeezing his hand lightly, she looked back up and over his balcony, at the lovely view of Derse from the tower.
”I w0uld never le7 y0u fall, ju27 7ru27 me.” With that, he pushed off the balcony and began floating slowly away, holding her hand firmly to keep her up with him.
==> Mage: Be the Watcher
The Olive Watcher steered the ship cautiously through the maze of black and white tiled pathways, moons, and what have you floating around the center planet. It was one of the most convoluted, and quite likely impossible geological formations she had ever seen. This world she had found herself in was quite perplexing. But, never the less, she felt there was something she needed to do here that only she, and her current three companions could accomplish.
After what seemed hours, the small craft cleared the mess in the skies, and landed safely on the battlefield of Skaia. The watcher did not know it was called this, of course, but that is, in fact, where she was.
Somie's chest tightened as she realized there was nothing below her but the open sea. Her idea to do an awesome slide off the pillar of sand to escape her fall wasn't going to pan out with nothing to stop her fall. Solmie was heading straight for the water.
Her life flashed before her eyes. The death of her lusus, her constant travels after that, and all the music she had listened to on her way. It had not been a bad life, but she felt as though something important had been missing.
The water was cold. The sudden and drastic change in temperature sent her body into shock. She couldn't feel her legs or arms anymore.
She continued to sink further down. Her heavy clothing doing her little good against the cold, and only dragging her down faster.
The water pressure grew. It forced the air from her lungs. Her body forcibly tried to take in oxygen, only to take on water. Her lungs burned.
She began to loose consciousness. Her vision blurred, and she could no longer control her muscles.
...This is the end...
tarnishedGallantry has Logged off.
==> Page: Awaken
There was a bright light shining on her closed eyelids. She winced, and turned over.
She awoke with a start, and looked around the room. Everything was a golden color. She couldn't remember where she was. The last thing she remembered was drowning. But, had it been her?
She wracked her brain for answers, but none came. She could remember drowning... but maybe it was someone else... but nothing else.
"Who... who am I?"
Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:09 pm
⇒ Baikal: Stay awake.
Baikal was tired, so was everyone on the ship. Some of his turtley crew had just fallen asleep on their stations. He let a small smile grace his lips as he watched his first mates head bob up and down as he tried in vain to stay awake. He would let them sleep today, a few hours wouldn’t hurt. Not as long as he was up. He would watch the wheel while they slept. He relieved his first mate of the wheel and ordered him to take the turtle’s down below for some sleep. He squeaked back and hurried away, happy about his orders. Baikal gently sat down back resting against the side of the wheel. All the while his hand was pressed tightly to his lower side. He watched as HIS crew shuffled below deck slowly and he couldn’t help but feel proud about these stupid little turtles. He almost wanted to laugh but knew he shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be fun right now. Not much was fun right now anyways. I mean sure it was a blast right until… ugh. He tried to shift when an arcing pain shot up from his side. He stiffened and stopped moving, unaware of the grunt he made as it happened. He sat down as he was before, he took his hand off his side and saw just what he was expecting. His hand was covered in Fuschia.
⇒ Baikal: You are now the stowaway
You suddenly find yourself least a foot shorter than before. But this isn't important. What is important is that the commanding officer is hurt. He doesn't want anyone to know either. He just kept going on as if everything was normal, the stupid turtles didn’t think anything was wrong at all. But Goddamnit this isn’t good. What would she do without a commanding officer? Transferred. She would be transferred, possibly punished for negligence than demoted. She had been scouring the lower section ever since she figured out he was hurt, looking for anything that could be used to help, and now here she was. Armed with healing ready to help her captain. She quickly made her way back to the main deck, to confront her captain.
⇒ Stowaway: Become the commanding officer
Pain. Pain blossoms from your side as you shift around. Looks like his luck ran out at the worst time. Son of a b***h. Doesn’t help that he just made first contact. FIRST CONTACT PEOPLE! Seriously awesome, although the alien in question seemed really cocky. But whatever, not right now. Everything in due time. His thoughts are interrupted by small footsteps coming towards him. Turning his head towards them he see’s the Dersite he took this bullet for, not that it knew that. No no… now that he looked closely at it, it almost seemed… feminine? Great… Now he’s delusional.
She slowly made her way towards you, not sure why she just didn’t come right up to you. She drops the several items on the floor and points to his side. How did he not notice those before? Whatever… Looks like she wants to see his wound. Damn. She figured out. Sure why not. Lifting his hand and putting it to the side. She looked at it closely for a few seconds. Than motioned for him to take of his shirt and coat. Oh gog… this was going to hurt.
⇒ A little later.
The pain had dulled. He could move around freely without too much pain now. All thanks to her. To Dot. Yeah, Dot seemed like a good name for her. Don’t know why… But it just fits. Now the only problem is, she too turned out to be tired. And after dressing his wounds managed to fall asleep in his lap. It was strange, never before had he been this close to someone before. Now that he thought about it, he had never even seen any of his friends. The only time he had would see other trolls is when they would come to him and introduce themselves as some high political leader and say how nice it was to meet him. What a load of bull. No no don’t think about them. Man, every time he looked at her she just seemed... Cute. It is the only word he could think of. He had the strangest compulsion to protect her. Gog, maybe this was what having a child was like. Maybe he had awakened some form of jacked up Troll paternal instincts that should have been bred out a long time ago. Well whatever it was, she was comfortable and that all that mattered right now. Tipping his hat over his eyes to see who was online.
“()h, looks like |_ohi's on.. |-|avent talked to her in a while…”
-- piratePhilosophy [PP] began pestering yesterdaysScribbler [YS]-- PP: |-|ey, |_ohi hows it goin?
PP: /-|h, well my world has been full of a bit too much excitment | think! PP: (,otta slow down a bit...
YS: Oh yèäh?
PP: VVell it was pretty cool at first, pirates and all that. PP: | |aval warfare is all it's cracked up to be.
YS: Oööhö pïrätè§?
PP: |v|hmm! PP: |2eally cool! PP: VVell now thats where the issue comes in... PP: 3veryone has |=lntlck kind. PP: $o yup, everyones got at least a pistol...
YS: äh män thät§ jû§t §äd
PP: +rust me. |t hurts like something else...
YS: I'm §ûrè ït döè§, bût §tïll
PP: $o your wondering about a clock?
YS: Yèäh.
PP: VVhats up with it?
YS: I göt ä päckägè fröm my gûärdïän änd ït cöntäïnèd thï§ brökèn clöck änd ä hûgè hï§töry böök änd I hävè nö ïdèä bèyönd thät rïght nöw.
PP: $ame here, | have all the time in the world, | stare at the ocean all day! $ee ya |_ohi!
Dot shifted around to get more comfortable on his lap. Her small arms waved a bit until they locked around him in a hug. Damn. She was really something else. Cute as hell too. Just wish she wasn’t so heavy… But for now, Baikal needed some sleep. He looked down at Dot and smiled gently. It was sad that the sun hadn't moved an inch sense getting here. He could really use night right about now. Stupid long days. Closing his eyes he hugged Dot a little bit closer to him. It wasn’t weird. This was totally normal. Baikals head bobbed softly and then before he knew it he drifted to sleep.
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SSK be the ship!
You cannot be the ship for the ship is currently falling from the Freaking SKY!
SSK Get Coordinates to landing:
After fiddling with the console you find exactly where you are going to land! Right in the middle of a HUGE FREAKING SHIP!
Kizen quickly scream at your ship in hopes that it'll change course:
You spend 4 minutes screaming profanity at the blasphemous thing and the ship doesn't seem to respond. So instead you just veer the course to the side to a large body of water, oh god, why did it have to be water?
Kizen crash land:
The ship has finally had decided it was done just playing jump-rope in the sky. Landing with a massive splash next to the ship and sending a wave of water onto the ship and then ejects a small pod with you in it.
Kizen equip re-breather!
Attaching the sleek metal re-breather onto your face you can now breath underwater. Breaking the escape pod you start to pester PP.
HM: Soooo you ready yet?
PP: ()h.... |_|h.... PP: |v|ight have fallen asleep.
HM: You did? Well this will wake you up, I'm about a mile above you if I can read this monitor right.
PP: ... PP: ()h s**t | see you | think. PP: VVhere you gonna hitl.
HM: Um, I don't know yet, lets pray that I don't hit your vessle.
PP: |f you do. VVe're gonna have words.
HM: If I do I'll throw assuran waypoints everywhere on your world.
PP: |v|aybe. PP: |3ut for now let me wake everyone up. PP: | was comfortable too.
HM: Sure go wake them up. I'll see you when I land in 5 mins.
PP: '/eah sure. PP: $hit... PP: '/ou have any miracle cures for bullet wounds?
HM: Um, I may have some medical packs yes.
PP: /-|wesome. PP: | need one or two of those. PP: $ee you in a few.
HM: yeah so I'm landed now..... Well underwater that is... I hope your awake and ready to talk.
HM: Oh I'm sorry your typing querk is so hard for me to read. I though that the ship was flipped.
PP: | |o no. VVe are good. u|ust... (,et up here.
Kizen emerge from the waves!
In a heavy and rather flashy blast you came out of the waves and landed on the rocking ship. Taking off your rebreather you make another one and hand it to PP. Explaining what it does.
HM: This is a Re-breather. it allows land dwellers breathe underwater. Useful for people who need it. Take it, also good to see you!
PP: VVell than. +his is by far the weirdest first contact |'ve ever seen. +hanks, | needed one of those. |t's nice to meet you. (ome on, lets get this boat turned around. VVe should head back to my house. | need a break for a bit.
Kizen review Baikal's injuries.
You take one look and become disgusted with the wounds. So instead of doing more medical reviews you just drop a care package of a turret that sprays a healing water on a area, and a handful of medical kits.
HM: There are some med kits, use them and heal up. Sure I'll come with you to your house.
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 12:50 am
==> Watcher: Be on your guard.
The Olive Watcher peered out of the open hatch on the side of the ship. She couldn't see anything from here, but she was certain there would be enemies nearby. She stepped from the ship, and was almost immediately bowled over by the two lusii, who had been growing restless for the past while. The human was already leaning against a chessboard pillar nearby.
The ground shook.
All four of them turned around slowly, to get a look at what had caused the ground to shake.
The ground shook again, harder.
In the distance, an immense shadow could be seen.
The ground shook, and the shadow moved closer.
The shadow appeared to be a giant silhouette, with a crown atop it's head, and a scepter in it's hand.
The ground shook, and the shadow continued to move forward.
The creature's carapaced skin could be made out, jet black as night.
It took another giant step, and the group was practically tossed to the ground from the resulting quake.
==> Watcher: Be the Page.
There was a mirror nearby the girl's recuperacoon. She cautiously moved over to it. The face that stared back at her didn't look familiar at all. She didn't know what she expected, of course. Jade eyes stared back at her from a grey face framed with black hair, and orange horns.
She did, in fact, appear to be a normal jade blood troll.
She wondered how she knew this, despite not having any memory of who she was.
She quickly checked to see if there was anything in her syladex that might give her a clue as to her identity. It was empty. She once again looked around the respiteblock. There only appeared to be two ways out of the room. A door that was locked, and a balcony that sat atop a very tall tower. There was, however, an old looking husktop sitting on a desk with a note next to it.
I7 700k me a l0ng 7ime 70 pull 7hi2 0ff, 2ending 7he2e hu2k70p2 70 Pr02pi7. 7he Der2e queen wa7che2 my every m0ve. When y0u ge7 7hi2 me22age, plea2e c0n7ac7 me. My name i2 Danwer, I'm a Der2e dreamer, and we need 70 27ar7 c00rdina7ing 0ur eff0r72 be7ween Pr02pi7 and Der2e.
-crazyC0llec70r
P.2. Pal2h0u7er 2h0uld already be in27alled.
The girl placed the note back on the desk, and turned on the husktop. It took a very long time for it to boot up, during which she again tried to take stock of her situation. The message had only left her more confused than she had been before. Prospit? Derse? Dreamer? What did these things mean?
==> Page: The husktop has booted, contact the person who left the note.
Paige? Was that her name? It didn't sound right in her head, but she couldn't think of anything else to call herself, so it would do for now.
Paige navigated the curser to Palshouter, and opened it up. It asked for her username, but she didn't have one, as far as she knew. So, she made one up.
trappedGreenblood has signed in.
Paige felt the handle fit her current situation, and she just felt compelled to word it in a way that made the initials for her handle be TG. She was not sure why. She also made sure to set her text color to her blood color. She was also not sure why she did that.
The next step was to add the handle that was written on that note to her Pals list. What an interesting handle. She would have to ask the person about it at some point.
trappedGreenblood began shouting at crazyC0llec70r
TG: --> hello? are you there?--> TG: --> i just got a note saying to contact you.--> TG: -->. please respond. i... i don't know who i am, or what i'm doing here.--> TG: --> i don't remember anything. i'm so confused. please tell me where i am.-->
That didn't work.
Paige sighed. Maybe they were just busy. She would check back in a bit, for now, she would just flop down on the floor of her respiteblock and stare at the golden ceiling.
==> Page: Be the raging Knight.
The a fore mentioned knight closed the video feed of the session he was inexorably flying towards at ludicrous speed. "idiots."
Too many of them were loosing lives to soon, and some of them were disappearing from the session entirely. It didn't look like he was going to have an easy time fighting the... thing... that stole his friends, and his prize, from him. But that had never stopped him before. If he hadn't been knocked out in the first moments of the battle, there's no way everyone would have died the way they had. He flew past Derse, little more than a brown and purple blur to anyone looking up at the right angle. He retrieved his sword from his specibus. He had never managed to create a weapon more powerful than the one he had before entering, so he had never stopped using it.
The planet he had been aiming for, one which had recently lost the player meant to do it's quests, came into view. The Land of Twilight and Circuits glinted as lights played along the circuitboard pattern along it's surface in the darkness of the twilight.
The Knight of Rage braced himself for impact, curling his long, plated tail around his body to absorb the impact.
The impact left a crater several yards across, and shook the entire planet.
The Knight uncurled his body, and stood up, getting a good look at his surroundings. "i am about to ******** s**t up. whether they like it or not."
Her wanderings finally lead her a distance away from where she last rested. This place was a collection of tents and sandy colored buildings... in the distance was an area which was becoming barricaded. A group of similarly attired lizards had formed a group around what seemed to be a depression in the earth. An opening with a tightly closed door and a keyhole which stood precociously on dark metal.
They talked among themselves to great satisfaction, and an agreeance was made. With a firm twist, a key had placed itself within and twisted. She blinked curiously at the assembly, the situation was a curious one. There had to be a reason she was here, something to do -- and was this it?
Yes, excellent.
The creatures had dissipated from the area promptly, to return to shops and corners, and places where they were previous and Malina had only grew more curious. What was behind that door as to cause that degree of fascination? Only one way to find out. She nearly pounced upon the key owner, with a wide smile -- her pointed teeth having the opposite effect to how she intended. He nearly had a panic attack.
Oops.
With a minor note of diminished joy, she pressed her lips shut, and reminded herself to not encounter one of these people with an expression to rival the human cat which caught the cluckbeast. Let's take this enthusiasm back a few levels.
She dimmed her smile, and plucked free the key from his person. Much better.
"The thief has returned! The thief has returned! The thief always returns to steal the last slice of pizza!"
The lizard quickly plucked the key out of her hands (what was she turning into these days? a gift dispenser? why didn't she have a tighter grip?) and holding it away from her suddenly, as if she couldn't reach over those short arms of his and take it back without problem. She was developing a bad case of sticky fingers, wasn't she?
"I'm not a ... well, okay, maybe I am but it was just twice. I earned that coin!"
His arms went failing and providing no real response apart from the flailing and promptly her hand went a second later to bop the strange lizard in the forehead for which he allowed a strange noise to emerge.
"The thief will come and steal all of the things. The thief will come and hog the couch space too. Who said so? Yes, they. Also the thief will steal my key! They never lie!"
No one else was paying them much attention, a strange sort of thing considering they were all curious when it came to locking the door in question. Her quick glancing seemed a bit off. There had to be something behind this door -- something valuable, to help her along in her... journey? That happened in video games. So she was probably right!
She scooped out the single coin from her pocket and held it out, with a smile.
"A buyer. Not a thief. How about I take that key off of your hands and whatever the contents of that room are for this? Ah? Good deal, right?" She rubbed in the important bits, mumbled the not so important bits, and if she played her cards right, she'd be rolling in sweet loot in no time.
Yes. Excellent.
The lizard glanced at the key, and back at the coin. Back at the key, and then at the coin. Glanced at the key, and then looked at the coin. Pointed his nose towards the key and then at the coin. Glanced at the key and then at the other side. Glanced at the tent towards his right, and then at Malina's shoes. Looked at the sky and --
"Pay attention!"
Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:57 am
==>Mage: Finish thy communication.
AL: W3ll th3n... may w3 s33 3ach oth3r soon, in a futur3 wh3r3 I am not on fir3. PP: ()h and also dependning on what world your entering it would be better if you made the ship collide flat on it belly. AL: Good id3a. AL: All right. Moritomi out. PP: +rust me, don;t hit nose first, with the weight the aft section of the ship is you will be crushed. PP: $ee ya. |f you need suggestions ask. AL: All right. Thank you for your wisdom, sir. PP: | |o prob. AL: 'Kay, by3. -- apogeeLycanthrope[AL]ceased pestering piratePhilosophy[PP]
All right. All set. Mako looked at the code he had written down, one which would apparently provide him with the sails he needed to make the drag chutes necessary to not kill everyone on whatever planet he hit. He walked over to the alchemizer, sparing a glance toward the planet that would soon intercept his path.
==>Mage: Fast forward about twenty minutes and reflect on terrible idea.
That did not work at all.
Mako looked at the smoke rising from where his ship had crashed a few miles away, brushing himself off as he did so, feeling rather silly for believing this would work. He sighed.
H3r3's hoping my alch3my 3quipm3nt surviv3d the crash. 'Twould b3 a sham3 if it did not. After ascertaining that he had no serious injuries, he decided to, for the first time, take in his surroundings.
Unusual a3sth3tic. Who3v3r owns this plan3t must lik3 to party. H3r3's hoping th3y can b3 som3what s3rious onc3 w3 m33t up. He tapped the stem of his glasses, looking over the list of which trolls and (possibly) not-trolls were present, before deciding to once again speak to the apparent leader.
-- apogeeLycanthrope[AL]began pestering crazyC0llec70r[CC] AL: So... CC: Ye2? AL: Th3r3 may or may not b3 a larg3 hol3 in som3on3's plan3t. AL: Sorry 'bout that. CC: Yeah. 20 l0ng a2 i7'2 n07 my plane7, i7'2 n07 my pr0blem. AL: I dunno. Is your plan3t cov3r3d in a for3st mad3 of glow sticks? CC: N0, n0 i7 i2 n07. I'm n07 2ure wh0'2 7ha7 i2. Gl0w 27ick2... 20und2 like 7he plane7 0f... 7he Prince 0f D00m. Cy7ryn. AL: Ah. Anoth3r Doom play3r? Odd coincid3nc3. CC: I d0ub7 i7. AL: Tru3. AL: Th3 mor3 contriv3d th3 coincid3nc3, th3 l3ss lik3ly it is that it is on3. CC: I d0n'7 7hink any7hing 7ha7 happen2 70 any 2burb player ever i2 a c0incidence. AL: That is also tru3. AL: In that cas3, I should find this Cytryn's Dw3lling Spir3. CC: Ye2. Y0u pr0bably 2h0uld. AL: Anything I should know about him b3for3 I s3t off? CC: He'2 an a22. AL: Lov3ly. I'm sur3 w3'll g3t along swimmingly. CC: He give2 purple bl00d2 a w0r2e name 7han 7hey already had. AL: That is not 3ncouraging. CC: I'm 20rry. AL: Baikal's said quit3 a bit about purpl3 bloods. AL: *shudd3r* AL: Not your fault, Dan. 3r, Danw3r. AL: ...What3v3r. CC: He'2 differen7 fr0m 7hem, m0re 2ane. Bu7 n0 le22 0f a chr0nic d0uchen0zle. AL: Fun. AL: I don't suppos3 th3r3's any tips for r3asoning with him? CC: Make 2ure he kn0w2 y0ur in charge. AL: W3ll, that's a start. CC: Purple bl00d2 7end 70 feel like 7hey're 2uperi0r 70 every0ne, bu7 earn 7heir re2pec7, and well... AL: I am asc3nd3d. It shouldn't b3 too hard. CC: Pr0bably n07. AL: So... what 3xactly am I looking for? AL: Do your hous3s look any diff3r3nt? CC: Hi2 hive2 r0ughly 7hree 270rie2, grey, wi7h 2kele70n2 all 0ver 7he place. AL: Sk3l3tons. CC: He'2 kinda 0b2e22ed. CC: Being hi2 2erver player wa2 wierd. AL: B3autiful. CC: I've been hun7ing 2ince I pupa7ed, and I d0n'7 7hink I've killed a 2many 7hing2 a2 he ha2 li77ered ar0und hi2 hive. AL: God, I forgot how big a plan3t is. AL: What I wouldn't giv3 to b3 a Spac3 play3r. CC: Heh. Fligh7 i2 27ill a 7hing y0u can d0. AL: I know, I know. But t3l3porting would b3 fast3r. CC: 7rue. AL: So you know all of this b3caus3 you prototyp3d with your sprit3, y3ah? CC: Ye2. CC: 7ha7, and my dream2elf ha2 been awake my en7ire life. CC: Give2 0ne a di27inc7 advan7age. AL: I would say so. CC: 0f c0ur2e, 7ha7'2 pr0vided y0u can ign0re 7he N0ble Circle 0f H0rr0r7err0r2 7ha7 l0ng. CC: 7hey give me 7he vreep2. AL: Ugh. Don't r3mind m3. CC: *creep2. AL: ...It's b33n a long tim3 sinc3 I had an opportunity to fly. AL: ...F33ls nic3. CC: I'm 2ure. CC: I haven'7 had a chance 70 7e27 my new abili7y 0f fligh7 a2 my waking 2elf, a2 I have been 27uck 0n Der2e 2ince I g07 70 a place where I c0uld have 7e27ed i7. AL: Bumm3r. CC: Indeed. AL: H3y, I think I s33 som3thing up ah3ad. Might b3 Purpl3's dw3lling. CC: C00l. AL: Should I call you back? CC: Yeah, 2ure. AL: All right. I'll talk to you aft3r I sp3ak with Mr. Happy. AL: Assuming I hav3n't kill3d him. CC: Plea2e d0n'7. We likely 27ill need him. AL: I know, it was a jok3. AL: P3rhaps in poor tast3, but still. AL: All right, y3ah, I can s33 th3 sk3l3tons from h3r3. AL: I'll l3t you know how it go3s th3n. CC: C00l. AL: S33 ya. -- apogeeLycanthrope[AL]ceased pestering crazyC0llec70r[CC]
Mako alighted softly outside of the other Doom player's Dwelling Spire, not feeling all that confident about the individual whose dwelling it apparently was. He sighed, hitched his hoodie a little tighter...
...and decided to call Baikal back instead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 1:25 am
==>Mage: Puss out by talking to someone you actually like.
...What? Pussing out? Now, see here--
==>Mage: Just ******** get on with it.
...Fine. I'll deal with you later, annoying narrative. Mako tapped the stem of his glasses, clearing his throat.
"Cli3nt: call Baikal."
-- apogeeLycanthrope[AL]began pestering piratePhilosophy[PP] AL: Baikal. AL: Just want3d to say, thanks for th3 sails. PP: ()h, uh yeah? PP: |-|ey hey no prob! AL: It didn't slow m3 down 3nough to avoid crashing, but it slow3d down 3nough for m3 to mak3 a jump for it. PP: $o, | have a kinda odd question. PP: ... AL: Y3ah? PP: '/ou didn't just use them as a parachute? PP: +hat isnt the weird question. AL: W3ll, I can fly. But if I tri3d at th3 sp33d th3 ship was going, I'd hav3 b33n kill3d. PP: |*arachute. $lows falls. PP: /-|lso helps immensely when you can already fly. /-|t least | think... PP: |3ut whatever whats done is done right? AL: Right. PP: $o uh yeah weird question time. AL: Fin3. PP: VVhat would you say if their was a dersite soldier asleep on me right now.
What.
PP: |_ike, asleep on me to the point where | can't get her off of me because she is hugging me. PP: /-|nd such. AL: Um... w3ll, I was a D3rsit3 dr3am3r, so... okay? PP: no like while |'m awake and all. AL: Oh. PP: '/eah, should | be concerned at all? |3ecause... yeah. AL: W3ll, sh3's hugging you. That's g3n3rally a good sign. PP: yeah, usuaully, but like different customs and all. |_ike monkeys take smiling as a challenge. VVhat if hugging is like a challenge or like duel s**t. AL: I don't think that's th3 cas3. If so, sh3 might hav3 stabb3d you whil3 sh3 was hugging you. PP: | |ah, she uses a gun. PP: +he thing is terrifying. AL: Th3n sh3 would hav3 shot you. PP: |_ike seriously. |3ut yeah thats good. AL: If a D3rsit3 wants you d3ad, th3y'r3 c3rtainly going to try. PP: |3ut anyways, |'m glad because she is cute as hell. AL: That's... good. Y3ah, som3 of th3m can b3 rath3r cuddly. PP: /-|lthough | gotta say she is really strong. PP: /-|nyways, hows your world? PP: ()r | assume you landed on a world. AL: Y3ah. Danw3r says it's Cytryn's world. PP: |_|gh, (ytryn. PP: VVhat a piece of work that guy. PP: (,ets off on being an a*****e. AL: I'd say it's a coincid3nc3 that I land3d on th3 Doom plan3t, but I don't b3li3v3 in coincid3nc3s. AL: Y3ah, Dan said about th3 sam3. I was actually about to go and talk to him. AL: Lucky m3. PP: VVell whatever wets the gills i guess. AL: Y3ah. I'm actually h3r3, appar3ntly. AL: Sk3l3tons 3v3rywh3r3. PP: (oolio! PP: |=un fun. AL: Y3ah.
Mako knocked on the door as a token gesture of politeness before deciding to barge in anyway. What a surprise. More skeletons. He took a look around the inside of the house, cringing slightly as he did so. This Cytryn individual was not a very cleanly individual. The smell certainly spoke of such.
AL: Som3thing sm3lls off in this hous3. PP: VVell you land dwellers have a different |dea on smells than me so yeah.
Come to think of it, the smell was almost... familiar, somehow. And not in a good way. A sort of coppery smell, almost.
I sw3ar, I know what this sm3ll is...It's on th3 tip of my--
A sudden change in the texture of the floor announced itself with a very squelchy sound and feeling. Mako rolled his eyes in disgust.
...Sho3. It's on th3 tip of my sho3. Wond3rful. Pl3as3, pl3as3, PL3AS3 don't be s**t. He looked around in the low light, spotting a light switch some distance away. Walking and trying to scrape the gunk off his shoe in one motion, he quickly crossed over to the switch, flicking it on.
Nothing happened at first, but, by and by, the lights flickered on. He turned to look at what he'd stepped in--
...
...
...I tak3 it back. I wish it was only s**t that I'd st3pp3d in. Mako was no stranger to death. But this? This was enough to reach into even his gag reflex. With a shaking hand, he tapped the stem of his glasses.
"...Cli3nt. Call Danw3r. Oh, God..."
-- apogeeLycanthrope[AL] began pestering crazyC0llec70r[CC] AL: Uhhhh. AL: Dan? CC: Ye2? AL: So, uh... I hav3 good n3ws and bad n3ws. CC: ... AL: Th3 good n3ws is, I found Cytryn. AL: Th3 bad n3ws is, I could only t3ll that by his blood color. CC: ... Wha7? AL: ...H3's d3ad, mat3. Som3on3 m3ss3d him up bad. CC: ... Excu2e me f0r a m0men7. -- crazyC0llec70r[CC] ceased pestering apogeeLycanthrope [AL] -- crazyC0llec70r[CC]changed their mood to OFFLINE --
AL: ... AL: Oh, h3ll. PP: VVhat? AL: R3mind m3 again what color Cytryn's blood is? PP: |*urple | think. |v|aybe kinda. AL: s**t. AL: s**t s**t s**t. PP: /-|n obviously violently attractive color. PP: ()h is he dead? AL: If by d3ad, you m3an, "3V3RYWH3R3," th3n y3ah. H3 is. PP: |-|mmmm, didn't expect loses this early... AL: Oh my agnosticism, this is... PP: |3ut we got you | guess. |v|ore friendly. AL: Som3on3 had a s3rious murd3r bon3r out for this guy. PP: | can see why, the guy was a total a**. AL: You s33m oddly calm about this. PP: | am a predator |v|ako. (,iven the choice of dieing or eating my kin what do you think | would do. AL: W3ll, I'd say 3at your kin. AL: Sorry, I'm just... PP: | would. PP: |)on't be sorry. AL: I'v3 s33n p3opl3 di3 b3for3. Som3tim3s twic3. AL: But this is ov3r th3 top. AL: ...I don't think Dan's taking it w3ll. PP: ()n a scale to 1 to +hreshecutioner how bad? AL: H3 told m3 to 3xcus3 him for a mom3nt, th3n w3nt offlin3. AL: ...What's a thr3sh3cution3r? PP: /-|lternian executioners known for brutality to keep the rust bloods in line by painting the streets with their innards. PP: |3rutal right? AL: Uhh. Ouch. AL: I'd say on3 of th3m was r3sponsibl3 for this. PP: '/eah, | put up a petition to the council to get it removed due to publicity with the humans. AL: I think I'm standing in his brains. PP: ()h s**t. PP: VVell, you are either dealing with a bonafide badass or a serious death boner murderer or something crazy. PP: '/eah |)anwer won't like this. AL: I alr3ady told him. PP: VVell he's gonna flip royal s**t. AL: If it w3r3 m3, I'd probably b3 h3add3sking a tabl3 in half. PP: '/eah, |'ve had that moment today. AL: Ah, th3 chains of command. PP: VVhat? PP: '/ou lost me there. AL: Just... musing. I was th3 l3ad of my s3ssion, Danw3r's kinda th3 l3ad3r of this on3, and you'r3 appar3ntly royalty. AL: I'm just saying it sucks. AL: B3ing in charg3, that is. PP: VVell, |2oyalty in my opinion isn't to lead but to know when you aren't capable of leading anymore. | have no idea whats actually happening and |)an has a plan. PP: (,et it? PP: /-| plan... hehehe... AL: Y3ah. AL: ...You know, if it h3lps, that did mak3 m3 laugh. AL: God knows I n33d that right now. PP: | |ice. PP: VVell first step | would take is remove yourself from the situation. PP: |_eave his hive. PP: |_ike right now dude. AL: Alr3ady outsid3. PP: (,ood, now find a comfortable spot. PP: /-|nd cool off. AL: Would vaporizing his hiv3 and going to sit und3r a tr33 count as comfortabl3? PP: ()r something, | don't know how |-|umans handle murder but yeah. |_ets start there. AL: I think it's th3 sam3 for 3v3ryon3. PP: VVell, why would you destroy the ground works of your house? PP: ()h ok good. AL: I know, I know. PP: +hats unnecessary man power going to waste their dude. PP: | |ot cool. AL: God, I hav3 to do this again. AL: Thought I was don3 with this. PP: +he worst things never go away. PP: +rust me. AL: Ain't that th3 truth. PP: |-|eh, sounds like you got your fair share of troubles... AL: I did on3 of th3s3 s3ssions alr3ady. AL: I'v3 s33n pl3nty. PP: VVell | won't pry. PP: ()h, she's waking up. AL: How do3s sh3 s33m? Homicidal? AL: Or still just... cuddly? PP: (uddly as s**t. PP: |n a really serious way. AL: Aw. Do3s som3on3 hav3 a crush on Baikal? PP: |)oubt it. AL: 3xcus3 th3 t3asing, still trying not to flip additional s**t. PP: |)amn, well you got me there. AL: Sorry. PP: | |o prob. AL: *sigh* I'm hoping Dan g3ts back on soon. PP: VVell, |v|e and dot are here to help. PP: /-|int that right. PP: yes sir. AL: H3 was Cytryn's s3rv3r play3r, right? So I'm gonna n33d som3 h3lp. PP: /-|int she adorabubble~ AL: Y3s. Y3s sh3 is. PP: |f my hat had a camera you would be able to see this s**t. AL: If only. I could wait whil3 you alch3miz3 som3thing? PP: |3ut | think he was (ytryns server... whatever it was. PP: | |ah, my house is most likely miles away by now. PP: |;m good for the trip. AL: all right, th3n. If you'r3 sur3. PP: $o.... hows your day been, other than the whole. |v|urder thing. AL: ...I'm t3mpt3d to just fly to th3 First Gat3, but I'm not c3rtain it's a good id3a. PP: |)oubt it. |2ules are their for a reason. AL: Y3ah, I know. AL: Dammit. All th3s3 pow3rs for nothing. Us3l3ss-a** god pow3rs. PP: VVoah woah woah. (,od powers? AL: God-ti3r. It happ3ns to som3 play3rs. PP: $ounds sketchy. AL: It involv3s dying and b3ing r3surr3ct3d as your dr3ams3lf. AL: As a god. PP: VVell ******** that. AL: It's... complicat3d. PP: '/up ******** that s**t. AL: I didn't hav3 a choic3. My r3al body was d3ad, and your dr3ams3lf only lasts for so long without th3 r3al s3lf. PP: ()uch., PP: $ounds complicated. AL: V3ry much so. PP: VVell. | am about to try my first surface food. PP: VVish me luck. AL: Oh r3ally? PP: '/up. |3read. PP: $eemed appropriate. AL: I think you'll b3 fin3, th3n. AL: It's just... grain, mostly. AL: 'Tis fluffy. PP: | mean |'m an omnivore but havent really eaten anything other than meats and fish for my whole life. AL: Duly not3d. PP: 3h, it's pretty good. AL: Glad to h3ar it. AL: Anyway, a word of advic3- if you find a "b3d" (mor3 lik3 a slab of rock) with a w3ird symbol on it? Mark th3 location. PP: $ure sure. AL: It's call3d a qu3st b3d. Your d3ad r3al s3lf n33ds to b3 on it to asc3nd. PP: '/ou got it. AL: So... if worst com3s to worst, r3m3mb3r that. PP: /-|ight. AL: w3ll... s**t. I n33d to g3t som3 facts straight. PP: VVhat PP: VVhat is it? AL: Nothing. Just th3 murd3r thing. PP: ()h yeah whats up? AL: I just n33d to figur3 out what I'm gonna do about it. PP: VVell, no need to be too careful with whats left. | mean he's dead. AL: 'Caus3 hon3stly? If this is my dw3lling spir3, I'm not having a d3composing purpl3 guy in my bas3m3nt. PP: |3urn him out than. PP: | guess. AL: I'll probably do that. PP: /-| tad primitive but | hear it works. AL: Fun3ral fit for a king, captain. PP: |v|eh. AL: Anyway, I hav3 to go cl3ar som3 trash out of my... hous3. Hiv3. Thing. PP: |_et my body be eaten by what's at the bottom of the ocean. | deserve lesse. PP: '/eah you do that. AL: I'll call you aft3r I g3t don3, y3ah? PP: $ure~ AL: All right, s33 ya, mat3. PP: $ee ya man. -- apogeeLycanthrope[AL] ceased pestering piratePhilosophy[PP]
And with that, Mako lay his head against the oddly-comfortable glow stick tree, and finally let the stoicism crack wide open, sobbing uncontrollably.
Again. It's happ3ning AGAIN. ******** AGAIN. Why? Why do3s this hav3 to happ3n again?? Why... why do I...
His thoughts faded out of coherency as he simply let himself break down. It was going to be a long session.
Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:05 am
TOO BAD! TRY AGAIN! "Ugh. I better 5top while I 5till have plenty of b4ttery left…" Tuluch stretched and stood up from his spot in the clearing. Thi5 i5. T4king. Forever. 4UGH, I need to be more C4reful! I C4n't believe I did thi5 to my5elf. Good grief. He began pacing a bit, more to stretch his legs than anything else. He was a little worried about what might be going on back at his hive, but he couldn't think of any way to get there unless Baikal responded to him. He was, you could say, Foreststuck. And it was more than a little aggravating. He certainly didn't mind the forest. He had always loved the calmness of the trees, the fresh smell real air, and the scenery itself. But being detached from everything, unable to make any kind of progress whatsoever… he was very frustrated by his current situation. He just wanted to get ON with it! He was done wasting time sitting around! Especially when-- "AH! Hey! I've got a message! FINALLY! Let's see-- oh. Well. It's not from--" Wait. He didn't recognize this handle. He wasn't quite sure what to do with that.
-- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] began trolling egoOptimist [EO] -- AL: H3llo? EO: Wow, hi! AL: Oh, uh, hi. EO: I don't reCog4nize your h4ndle! AL: Forgiv3 m3, that's th3 most 3nthusiastic gr33ting I'v3 r3c3iv3d so far. EO: Th4t'5... odd EO: Oh, h4h4, no problem AL: Anyway, I'm... som3what n3w. EO: Ye4h, it loo5 th4t w4y EO: though... I didn't re4lize th4t w45 4 thing EO: th4t Could h4ppen nd 5tuff EO: *4nd AL: B3li3v3 m3, I wish it w3r3n't. EO: 4h, hey, we're not 4ll th4t bd, 4re we? AL: W3ll, no. EO: Wh4t'5 up then? 5omething el5e h4ppen? AL: W3ll, having alr3ady finish3d a s3ssion of my own... AL: Th3n crash landing in anoth3r on3... AL: Is not n3c3ssarily a favorabl3 outcom3. EO: W4it, you fini5hed? Th4t 5eem5... EO: wh4t even h4ppen5 when you fini5h?> EO: i5 EO: i5 th4t norm4l? EO: It doe5n't re4lly 5ound like it... AL: No. Not as far as I know. EO: 4h EO: 5o then, wh4t did h4ppen? AL: S33, if I had finish3d, I would hav3 gott3n to... I gu3ss go hom3, in on3 fashion or anoth3r. AL: But th3n som3thing happ3n3d. And a lot of p3opl3 di3d. EO: OH, ye4h, I gue55 th4t'd m4ke 5en5e EO: ... oh. Oh wow, I'm 5orry. AL: I'm still kinda r33ling, hon3stly. EO: I... I don't doubt it AL: And now I'v3 crash3d a Prospitian battl3ship onto a plan3t-wid3 rav3. AL: And som3on3 is v3ry, v3ry, most sinc3r3ly d3ad. EO: W4it, wh4t?
"De4d?? Wh4t?! Who--"
AL: So you und3rstand that I might lik3 to tak3 my mind off of that. EO: Th4t'5... Ye4h, I under5t4nd th4t
Ah… I better CheCk in 4bout th4t l4ter then. No need to 5tre55 him out over it…
AL: By th3 by, I hav3n't introduc3d mys3lf. EO: OH WOW, neither h4ve I AL: I'm Mako. Mako Moritomi. EO: I'm TuluCh Chor4n. NiCe to meet y4! AL: Pl3asur3 to m33t you, Tuluch. EO: I 4m 4 Befor4n. AL: Ah. So you ar3 a troll. EO: Oh! Ye4h, I 4m! You're not then? EO:5orry, I gue55 I 455umed...
Well, TH4T'5 emb4rr455ing. Well DONE. Tuluch was absentmindedly pacing at this point, as he often did while chatting on his phone. He had already paces three laps around the edges of the clearing he was still stranded in.
EO: heh AL: I gu3ss I should r3p3at that I'v3 n3v3r 3ncount3r3d your particular sp3ci3s b3for3. AL: So, if I do anything insulting to your cultur3, forgiv3 m3. EO: Oh, wow, re4lly? How did you m4n4ge th4t? I thought everyone h4d 4t 5ome point now4d4y5 EO: Erm, not to 5ound rude EO: Cuz th4t did 4 little EO: 5orry
"444nd, again. Well."
AL: W3ll, as far as I can gath3r, I'm from a diff3r3nt dim3nsion than yours. AL: (No worri3s.)
He stopped dead. Standing right next to a tree, he tried to make an intelligent response, but he could only manage a few letters.
EO: 4H EO: WH4T AL: Th3r3 w3r3 no m3t3ors or what3v3r it was on my world. EO: 4 different DIMEN5ION AL: Just... humans. EO: th4t'5 ffre4king 4M4ZING EO: HOW I5 TH4T 4 THING 4ND NO ONE KNEW?! AL: I suppos3 it is rath3r amazing. EO: 5o you ONLY h4d hum4n5, huh? Th4t'5 intere5ting! AL: Paradox spac3 is... complicat3d. EO: Ye4h, I gue55 5o AL: Not only that, but wh3n I l3ft, th3 y3ar was only 2016. AL: Your world was significantly farth3r along, I'v3 gath3r3d. EO: though, I never would've im4gined 5omething like th4t OUT5IDE of thi5 pl4Ce! Like, in our own univer5e before we entered... EO: Ye4h, ok, th4t m4ke5 5en5e EO: different timeline AL: Mhm. EO: I've re4d lot5 of thing5 th4t h4d th4t ide4 in pl4Ce EO: I ju5t never thought it'd be 5o Clo5e to true! AL: Um. Odd qu3stion, b3for3 w3 mov3 on. EO: Ye4h? AL: Hav3 you happ3n3d to 3ncount3r a human-lik3 b3ing with r3d skin and whit3 hair and an unn3rving smil3? EO: I... h4ve not. I've only met with imp5 5o f4r, 4Ctu4lly AL: If you do, kindly kill him for m3. H3's r3sponsibl3 for d3stroying my s3ssion. EO: 4n unnerving 5mile? I5 th4t 5omeone I need to 4void? EO: 4H EO: wow EO: ok AL: Y3ah. Wow. EO: I would Cert4inly try EO: if he'5 th4t 5trong though... AL: H3 didn't do it p3rsonally. H3 call3d... som3thing. EO: I might not be 4ble to h4ndle him yet EO: oh, ok AL: H3's knowl3dgabl3, but fairly w3ak, by my 3stimation. AL: Of cours3, that might hav3 to do with th3 pow3rs at my disposal, but that's a nuanc3. EO: Well, to be hone5t, I've only been in the g4me for... wh4t, 4 Couple hour5? AL: So I'v3 gath3r3d. EO: 4nd I w45 the fir5t one in, too. AL: Just advising you to b3 on your guard. EO: Ye4h, no doubt AL: I don't want to s33 him tak3 any mor3 liv3s. EO: I... don't bl4me you AL: So, uh... this is g3tting d3pr3ssing. -- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] changed their mood to PRANKY -- EO: 4H, hey, no need for th4t, new topiC! AL: L3t's talk about som3thing 3ls3. As on3 who has b3at3n th3ir s3ssion, I could h3lp you if you wish. AL: Out of curiosity, ar3 th3r3 any frog motifs on your plan3t? AL: 3r, land? EO: Th4t... would be pretty niCe. I do h4ve 4 pretty gre4t 5prite, 45 in, one who 4Ctu4lly like5 being one... whiCh 5eem5 to be more th4n 4 lot of other pl4yer5 C4n 54y EO: No, not 5o muCh AL: All right. I'll n33d to talk to som3on3 about that 3v3ntually. EO: It'5 b45iC4lly 4 pl4net of green gr455, tree5, 4nd 4 Con5t4nt breeze. AL: Br33z3? EO: it'5 pretty niCe, 4Ctu4lly... AL: Ohoho, you'r3 going to hav3 fun with that lat3r. EO: Ye4h, like you'd w4nt if it w45 4 w4rm d4y, to keep it from being too hot EO: Oh ye4h? The breeze you me4n? AL: I und3rstand that. EO: How 5o? AL: W3ll, th3 Lands ar3 plan3ts cr3at3d by th3 M3dium wh3n a play3r 3nt3rs th3 gam3. EO: Ok, th4t m4ke5 5en5e AL: 3ach r3lat3s to th3 rol3 of th3 play3r who cr3at3d it. EO: Oh, niCe, th4t'5 intere5ting EO: 5o breeze h45 more to do with me th4n it doe5 the pl4net then? AL: Br33z3, fog, wind, 3tc. g3n3rally r3f3rs to a play3r who will wi3ld th3 Br3ath asp3ct. EO: bre4th EO: hmm EO: ok EO: wh4t would th4t ent4il? AL: Br3ath is on3 of th3 most pow3rful off3nsiv3 asp3cts in th3 gam3. EO: Oh RE4LLY? EO: th4t'5... kind4 Cool AL: Our own Br3ath play3r could d3stroy colossi with a d3ath glar3, 3ss3ntially. AL: It's control ov3r wind, air, w3ath3r. AL: And it hurts. EO: 5o... w4it. Wh4t ex4Ctly i5 4n 45peCt? AL: A lot. AL: 3v3ry play3r has a rol3 to play in this gam3. AL: Two things mak3 up that rol3. AL: Th3ir asp3ct, what th3y wi3ld, and th3ir class, how th3y wi3ld it. EO: OH, ye4h, ok EO: th4t 5ound5 4 little f4mili4r AL: For instanc3, my rol3 is, or was, th3 Mag3 of Doom. EO: I THINK m4ybe D4n t4lked 4bout thi5 4 bit, but I 4lw4y5 h4ve 4 h4rd time holding thi5 5ort of thing AL: Mag3 is th3 class that "b3n3fits on3s3lf with th3ir asp3ct." EO: M4ge of doom, wh4t'5 th4t do? EO: heh, little l4te to 45k I gue55 AL: Doom is th3 asp3ct of 3ndings, laws, outcom3s, 3tc. AL: Basically, I b3n3fit mys3lf by bringing things to th3ir logical conclusion. AL: Usually d3ath. EO: Ok, ye4h, th4t m4ke5 5en5e AL: Som3 of my pow3rs ar3 som3what mor3 abstract than on3 would assum3. EO: 5o, how would I figure out wh4t my Cl455 would be? AL: Usually by asking your sprit3 or consorts. AL: But usually th3 sprit3. EO: Ok, Cool. Th4t'5 not likely 5omething I 5ould've thought to 45k. EO: *would've AL: If you ask th3m straight up, th3y'll usually answ3r straight. EO: NiCe, ok. AL: Oth3rwis3 th3y'r3 cryptic as all h3lls. EO: h4h4, ye4h, I h4ve notiCed EO: kmy 5prite think5 the riddle5 4nd 5tuff 4re fun EO: but he get5 di5tr4Cted... EO: h4h4 AL: Th3y do that. H3ro's journ3y, 3tc. AL: M3? I don't car3. If I can h3lp, I will. EO: H4h4, ok, Cool EO: 5o... on th4t note, I think I m4y h4ve 4CCident4lly found out 5ome of my 45peC'5 4bilitie5 AL: Oh? EO: 4nd, thinking on it, I do think they'd fit with bre4th EO: though, not too direCtly... AL: How so? 3xplain. EO: well, I w45 4 little depre55ed 4bout 5omething... AL: Y3s? EO: not re4lly import4nt now, 5o I won't get into it EO: but I went for 4 run AL: Okay. EO: 4nd found my5elf moving unbeliev4bly f45t AL: Ah, y3s. EO: it w45... 4 ru5h EO: until I r4n off 4 Cliff... EO: well, I gue55 it w45 5till 4 ru5h AL: That would probably b3 th3 b3ginnings of on3 of your basic pow3rs as a Br3ath play3r. EO: h4h4 EO: I 4l5o didn't 4Ctu4lly hit the ground AL: W3ll, that clinch3s it, th3n. EO: th4t w45 pretty terrifying, not gonn4 lie AL: What you just 3xp3ri3nc3d was th3 b3ginnings of th3 most basic Br3ath pow3r: s3lf-sustain3d flight. EO: I kind4 5topped, then fell the re5t of the w4y. But I didn't 5top till liter4lly JU5T 4bove the ground EO: DOOD EO: 5o I C4n 5eriou5ly fly
Tuluch hopped in place a couple times
AL: Y3s, H3nd3rson r3act3d much th3 sam3 way. EO: 4nd I'll be 4ble to 4Ctu4lly Control it? AL: H3h3... AL: ... AL: ...Y3s. EO: H4H4 AL: Sorry, mom3nt. EO: OH AL: *ah3m* EO: erm, th4t'5 ok EO: don't worry EO: I don't mind AL: But, y3s, flight is th3 most basic pow3r of th3 Br3ath play3r. EO: wow, it'5 the mo5t b45iC, 4nd yet it'5 FRE4KING FLIGHT EO: th4t'5 pretty 4m4zing AL: Th3 mor3 advanc3d abiliti3s ar3 using tornado3s as drills. AL: Do th3 math. EO: oh, ye4h, ok EO: heh AL: It's mor3 lik3 using th3 wind to push yours3lf, according to H3nd3rson. EO: Wow, 5oniC5prite h45 5ome expl4inin to do AL: I just call it flight. It's 3asi3r. EO: h4h4 EO: Well, ye4h, th4t m4ke5 5en5e too though EO: I C4n look 4t it either w4y EO: 4nd 5ee it working AL: What3v3r way, th3 3nd r3sult is flight. EO: heh EO: ye4hp AL: I didn't g3t flight until th3 first tim3 I di3d. AL: ...I probably shouldn't hav3 m3ntion3d that y3t.
This conversation just seemed to get stranger as it went on. As much as he was enjoying this chat, there were no doubt some unnerving things going on.
EO: 4;lkhdf5 EO: whut the wh4t EO: um AL: Okay, look, it's complicat3d. AL: S33, to put it bluntly, I am a god. EO: Ye4h... 5o f4r everything in thi5 fre4king pl4Ce i5 AL: T3chnically just a god-ti3r play3r... AL: But a god. EO: Wellp. AL: I got that way by dying, and moving my d3ad body to a Crypt Slab. EO: 5o, wh4t, i5 th4t 4 level C4p or 5omething? AL: Oh, my, no. AL: You still g3t strong3r aft3r asc3nding. EO: oh EO: well EO: ok AL: You just asc3nd on a diff3r3nt ti3r. EO: heh, wow EO: Ok, 5o w4it, how did you MOVE your5elf if you were 4lre4dy de4d?? AL: Your dr3ams3lf 3xists for a f3w hours to a f3w days aft3r your body di3s. EO: 5omewh4t unrel4ted, I 5uppo5e, but ye4h AL: It's th3 dr3ams3lf that asc3nds, not th3 physical on3. AL: And sinc3 on3 of th3 basic f3atur3s of th3 dr3ams3lf is to fly... y3ah. EO: OH, wow, ok EO: I only JU5T woke up AL: I s33. EO: th4t'5 the right term, right? AL: Y3s. EO: okie AL: V3yr much so. AL: *V3ry. AL: Anyway. EO: It w45 when I entered the g4me EO: oh, ye4h, 5orry AL: I would r3comm3nd not dying if you can. AL: God or not, it's unpl3asant. EO: I... ye4h, ok. I don't doubt it. AL: And th3r3's no guarant33 you'd mak3 it, anyway. EO: righty. AL: For instanc3, my r3al s3lf was buri3d in a rockslid3. AL: Not th3 most auspicious of 3ndings. EO: Oh, wow EO: I'm 5orry to he4r th4t AL: I'm pr3tty sur3 I almost fad3d just digging mys3lf out. EO: Th4t'5 Cr4zy AL: Of cours3, now th3 only thing that can kill m3 is a h3roic or just d3ath. EO: Re4lly? AL: R3ally. EO: 5o, w4it, who deCide5 th4t? EO: Or i5 it ju5t the g4me? AL: Th3 gam3, I suppos3. AL: That or th3 first guardian. EO: 4nother Cr4zy g4me mehC4niC EO: Fir5t gu4rdi4n? EO: Who'5 th4t? AL: Som3 cryptic whit3 asshol3. Th3 l3ss you s33 h3r, th3 b3tt3r. AL: ...At l3ast, I think it's a sh3. AL: Hard to say, r3ally. EO: O.O EO: Wow, well, th4t'5 good to know I gue55. AL: Th3y mostly just scr3w with trifling things lik3 laws of physics and l3av3 cryptic clu3s 3v3rywh3r3 for odd r3asons. AL: And I think th3y f33d on radiation, but h3ll if I was gonna g3t clos3 3nough to find out. EO: Th4t... 5ound5 like it Could be pretty de5truCtive AL: Not r3ally. EO: the Clue5 4nd 4ltering of phy5iC5, not the feeding AL: Lik3 I said, s/h3's just a cryptic littl3 a**. EO: hmm EO: heh EO: 5/he AL: Look, Hannah was th3 on3 who d3cid3d it was a sh3. Th3 jury's still out in my mind. EO: H4H4 AL: *ah3m* R3f3r3nc3s to p3opl3 you don't know asid3... EO: Ju5t thought the ChoiCe of 5pelling w45 funny EO: Hey, I don't mind EO: I'll roll with it AL: Glad you think so. Always us3d to piss Hannah off to no 3nd. EO: H4H4 AL: Sh3 was... funny that way. EO: th4t i5 JU5T the kind of thing I would NOT be 4ble to ignore. EO: 4nd I would 4LW4Y5 5PELL IT TH4T W4Y. EO: 4LW4Y5. AL: ...Okay, painful m3mory tim3 ov3r, I'v3 b33n doing that for ov3r a y3ar now and it's tim3 to mov3 on. EO: I gue55 th4t'5 ju5t my humor. AL: What? Sorry. AL: Lost in thought th3r3. EO: OH, hey, don't worry 4bout it, I w45 kind4 r4mbling 4nyw4y. EO: Let'5 move on in5te4d. AL: All right, th3n. AL: Thanks. AL: For b3ing so und3rstanding, I m3an. EO: No problem. EO: Hey, don't worry. EO: Out of 4ll of u5 in thi5 5e55ion... th4t'l ju5t kind4 who I 4m. EO: I under5t4nd people. AL: It's b33n a whil3 sinc3 I'v3 had anyon3 to talk to, and I'm not us3d to it. EO: I'm re4lly good 4t it. AL: I can s33 that. EO: 4H, ye4h, th4t h4ppen5 to 4 lot pf people. AL: Baikal has b33n pr3tty h3lpful as w3ll. You know him? EO: Oh, ye4h, I do! EO: It 5ound5 like you've t4lked to 4 Coule of poeple then! AL: H3's th3 first on3 I talk3d to aft3r I manag3d to communicat3 with Danw3r. EO: Oh, ok, niCe AL: Th3n Kyanos, and now you. EO: Oh wow! EO: Cool AL: Y3ah... still wrapping my h3ad around that hat3-boyfri3nd thing th3y'v3 got going.
"H4! Well, I gue55 th4t'5 to be expeCted…!
EO: H4H4 EO: ye4h, you'll ikely be working on th4t for 4 good while AL: What's th3 word again? Kin3sis? Som3thing, I dunno. EO: ki5mi5i5 AL: Kiss-som3thing. EO: heh AL: That's it. EO: though gener4lly without the ki55ing AL: I gath3r3d. EO: in 4ll truth, it'5 not terribly different from 4 lot of feeling hum4n5 h4ve too EO: it'5 ju5t th4t hum4n5 don't look 4t it 45 4 type of rom4nCe EO: think of it 45 4 fierCe riv4lry AL: It's just odd that it's consid3r3d a viabl3 form of romanc3, y3ah. EO: 4 5UPER fierCe riv4lry AL: Y3s, Kyanos was v3ry cl3ar on that. EO: but it 4dhere5 to rom4ntiC rule5, like no Che4ting EO: h4h4, I'll bet he w45 AL: Y3ah, it's... int3r3sting. EO: I h4ven't t4lked to him 4 lot, but he re4lly 5eem5 to hi5 bl4Ckrom very 5eriou5ly EO: erm EO: bl4Ckrom 45 in bl4Ck rom4nCe AL: Y3ah, th3y us3d that t3rm. EO: in C45e you h4dn't he4rd the term EO: okie EO: in 4ny C45e, I won't try to expl4in the depth5 of the different rom4nCe5... EO: you'll be drooling in no time EO: but it'll be Cuz you're 45leep AL: D3RR, QUADRANTS, QUADRANTS 3V3RYWH3R3. EO: H4H4 EO: No, only FOUR AL: AND TH3Y'R3 3V3RYWH3R3. EO: if they were EVERYWHERE, they'd be EO: erm... EO: they'd be EO: n4med 5omething el5e...? AL: Don't mind m3, I'm an ins3nsitiv3 a**. EO: Cuz there'd be more th4n fore EO: *fore EO: WOW EO: *FOUR EO: OY
"5TUPID--! Come ON."
AL: H3h. EO: 5tupid... erm, finger5. EO: th4t w45 legitem4tely not the keybo4rd'5 f4ult.
He sighed and looked around a bit to make sure he hadn't wandered out of the clearing. He was still there, to be sure.
AL: Und3rstandabl3.
But something had caught his eye, and he hadn't seen it right away. He looked around a bit and--
"Wh4t…? I…"
Tuluch stood there, completely dumbfounded for nearly half a minute. In the distance, he could see QUITE CLEARLY a huge pillar of perfect, shimmering gold towering over the treeline. In his stupor, he almost didn't notice the chairlike shape atop the spire. Almost.
"WH4! YOU! G4H! B4I… IMM4 HURTCHOO! 4UGH. You've GOT to be KIDDING me… WH4T in the WORLD… I 54ID TO U5E 5OMETHING CHE4P! YOU'RE KILLING ME!! I H4VE PL4N5 FOR TH4T GRI5T, D4NGIT!! 4UGH!"
He began jogging, keeping it pretty slow so he could type up a few quick comments for Mako.
EO: um EO: I'll be b4Ck in JUUU5T 4 5eC EO: I need to CheCk on 5omething AL: All right. AL: S33 you lat3r. I'v3 got a body to d3al with.
He skidded to a stop, there was no doubt in his mind what was more important here.
"4H! RIGHT! TH4T!"
EO: OH HEY
AL: Thanks for, you know, ch33ring m3 up. EO: 4bout th4t! AL: Y3ah? EO: I5... i5 it 4 pl4yer?? EO: Did 5omeone die? EO: 4re we 5hort?! AL: I b3li3v3 his nam3 was Cytryn. EO: 4l;khg5
"Cytern… he'5… DE4D. Wow… I-- I didn't think it'd h4ppen like th4t… thi5 i5… 5ometime5 it'5 h4rd to remember th4t thi5 i5 more th4n ju5t 4 g4me. 5till… he h4d hi5 dre4m5elf, right…? I5n't th4t wh4t they're for, 4nyw4y? I need to t4lk to D4n. 45 5oon 45 I get home, I'll h4ve to 4Ctu4lly C4LL him. I don't think thi5 i5 5omething th4t 5hould re4lly be di5Cu55ed through text."
EO: 5ERIOU5LY? EO: Cytern... AL: Appar3ntly. EO: wow AL: Danw3r was not pl3as3d. EO: I... didn't like him. AL: No on3 did. AL: From what I can t3ll. EO: But I 5till don't think I'm terribly gl4d he'5 de4d. EO: bl4rg AL: I wouldn't b3. EO: wh4t h4ppened? AL: ...A lot. EO: ...? AL: It's... gonna b3 clos3d cask3t, if you catch my drift. EO: I... oh wow. EO: um AL: So, um... I'm gonna d3al with that. AL: Catch you lat3r. EO: Yeh4, okie EO: 5ee you l4ter AL: S33 ya. EO: 4nd you're welCome AL: smile -- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] gave up trolling egoOptimist [EO] --
He began picking up speed as he opened up a chat with Baikal, dodging trees as he headed for the gleaming tower of gold.
Tuluch was having difficulty getting into a chat, so he skidded to a stop so he could focus.
-- egoOptimist [EO] began trolling piratePhilosophy [PP] --
With the chat finally open, he let Baikal have it with a pretty huge lecture:
EO: ...
He sighed and looked up. He could even see it through the trees overhead.
"4hh… well, 4t le45t it'5 effective. H4ll4b4loo."
PP: ()ui? PP: /-|nyone home? EO: wh4t EO: the heCk EO: 4m I 5eeing EO: over the horizon PP: 3h? EO: why, B4i EO: wh4t i5 with thi5 PP: | see water and stuff?
"4re… you've GOT to be KIDDING me. Well of COUR5E I'm not 5eeing wh4t'5 on YOUR horizon, you derp!"
EO: FRE4KING 5PIRE OF FRE4KING GOLD M4KING 4 FRE4KING THRONE EO: You... PP: ()h yeah, lemme aid the engravings. EO: I re4lly w4nted to u5e 4 lot of gri5t...
"Oh. Well. Engraving5."
EO: YOU EO: WH4T EO: THE WH4T PP: |v|3 EO: ;4lkf5hg'4;l5khb EO: 54i EO: yer killin me PP: |3|_|_||3 |3|_|_||3 EO: um EO: 5m4llC4p5 ple45e? PP: |-|ehehehe~ EO: no, re4lly EO: wh4t did th4t 54y? EO: I h4te it when you do th4t PP: VVell blub blub EO: NUUU th4t'5 not wh4t it 54id EITHER... EO: OY oh well EO: I gue55 it doe5n't m4tter PP: | |o seriously it said blub blub EO: ... oh EO: I... GUE55 I C4n 5ee th4t? EO: um EO: ok, EO: I got it EO: 4nyw4y PP: (,uess aint got nuthin to do with it. PP: '/eah? (,old towers. EO: YE5 EO: WHYYYYY EO: how muCh did it Co5t? EO: Like... not TOO muCh, right EO: ? PP: VVell frankly less than marble and more than jello. EO: I h4ve 5omething RE4LLY expen5eve I w4nn4 4lChemize EO: ... jello? Th4t'5... th4t'5 4 thing on the li5t? EO: why? PP: +rust me. | looked for a long time. EO: 4nd wh4t? EO: ...wow PP: |)uct tape is stupid expensive yo. PP: |_ike holy s**t. EO: O.O EO: wow, ok EO: 5o PP: |2ight> PP: |t was actually pretty cheap. EO: wh4t, i5 the priCe 5y5tem b45ed off of u5efulne55 in5te4d of regul4r vlue? PP: |)ont worry too much about it. EO: hmm PP: '/up, practicality and usefullness. EO: ok, I gue55 EO: th4t m4ke5 5en5e EO: 5till EO: why you h4ve to 5hoCk me 5o muCh EO: bl4h PP: (,old needs lots of support due to its plyable nature so | did silver inlining. EO: ... EO: you u5ed fre4king 5ilver PP: ()h ()h! PP: |3ro! EO: 45 4n underlying 5truCture EO: WOOOW PP: |)on't worry your throne comes complete with a pearl seat. EO: 4nd WHUT? EO: ... EO: of Cour5e it doe5 EO: 54i PP: | like pearls ok, its like the only thing really valubale where | live. EO: HOW I5 TH4T EVEN REMOTELY 5E4TLIKE IT'5 H4RD 4ND PE4RL EO: it'5 not 5oft... EO: 4H, ye4h, I C4n 5ee t4ht
He took a deep breath and decided that since that was figured out, he'd sprint home in bursts between replies.
PP: /-| throne was never meant to be comfy dude, it's a seat ofpower and dominance. PP: +rust me. | would know. EO: Hey, if Imm4 be domin4ting with my power, I w4nn4 do it with 4 5oft pillow under my 5oniC butt EO: though, ye4h, you would PP: |v|ake one, you have the money. EO: I'm not gonn4 even begin to doubt th4t you'd know EO: YE4H, but I w4nn4 m4ke 5omething th4t I ju5t KNOW i5 gonn4 be CR4ZY EXPEN5IVE. EO: I don't w4nn4 tell 4nybody wh4t it i5 yet. PP: ... EO: It'll be 4 5urpri5e. EO: 4n dit'll be 4m4zing. PP: |v|aster sword? EO: H4H4 EO: good gue55 EO: but I 4lre4dy m4de th4t! EO: 4nd it'5 pretty 4m4zing EO: 4nd m4giC PP: ()h nice. VVhich version? +oon or legit? EO: tot4lly m4giC EO: b45ed on twilight prinCe55 PP: ()ooooh thats pretty cool~ EO: it even did the whole, light up, glowy triforCe on the b4Ck of my h4nd EO: 4nd it BONDED with me EO: like 4 liter4l mgiC4l bond EO: w45 5o 4we5ome PP: VVell that aint creepy or violating in any way. EO: H4H4, no, m4n, like EO: 45 if it'5 4n 4Ctu4ly exten5ion of my 4rm PP: |v|agic sword love? PP: ()r like friendship is power or somethin? EO: not like they 54y in 5word tr4ining thing5, it'5 like it'5 Controlled by my br4in, not my h4nd EO: H4H4 no not love, 5hee5h EO: not the other one either PP: VVeird. | normally just hope for a nice shot. EO: more like it beC4me p4rt of my 4rm EO: I C4n put it down EO: but when I'm holding it it'5 like it'5 4tt4Ched 45 4 finger would be EO: I... 4m f4iling 4t the5e de5Cription5 PP: +hats weird, and offly fanatical of you to say. |3ut if ya like it who am | to complain right? EO: but I C4n't think of 4nythign better PP: |v|aybe next time? EO: Eh, I'm ju5t trying to tell y4 wh4t h4ppened PP: ()r | could get a sentient gun meant to slay all evil. EO: H4H4 PP: | |o no~ |t sounds really cool dude~ PP: | |ot in the best of moods. $orry. EO: 4t 4ny r4te, wh4t I h4ve in mind i5 gonn4 be f4nt45tiC EO: 4H, hey, I'm 5orry EO: wh4t'5 up, 4nyw4y? PP: | EO: It'5 likely 4 l4Ck of my 4m4zingne55 EO: 4h, well, ye4h PP: +he damn small fry is annoyinh. EO: well... you know I don't know him too well. EO: He t4ke5 thing5 very 5eriou5ly. PP: |-|e does. EO: Prolly even more5o now th4t... well, we've 4ll been trhough 4 lot. EO: Try not to t4ke it too h4r5hly. PP: +hat we have/ EO: Cuz, in 4ll hone5ty, he doe5n't me4n for it to h4rm you. PP: | know. EO: In hi5 eye5, 4 troll C4n't properly develope if he doe5n't h4ve 5omeone b45hing 4t him. PP: '/eahm so far it's him and the rest of my kind. PP: |3uuuut whatever. EO: in 4ny C45e, try to look for hi5 intent r4ther th4n wh4tevery 4nnoy4nCe5 you find. EO: I'm gonn4 try not to get 4ny more involved in it th4t I 4lre4dy did... PP: '/eah yeah. $orry for that! EO: but I don h4te it when friend5 4re down EO: *do EO: not don EO: oy EO: 5o m4ny typo5 tod4y EO: oy PP: '/eah, dot's been freakin out about it so far. EO: Huh? Who'5 dot? PP: ()h! PP: ()nly the cutest first mate on my ship! EO: Oh! Well! EO: Wh4t th4t blu5hed, or more in referenCe to wh4t 4 hu4n would 54y 4bout 4 kid? PP: |-|uman. EO: 4h EO: gotCh4 PP: '/eah she joined my crew an hour or so back. EO: Re4lly? Th4t'5 Cool. Wh4t'5 different 4bout her from the re5t? PP: |)ersite military.
"W4it, he h45 one of the g4me'5 enemie5 helping him?! How in…?"
EO: O.O EO: W4it, 4nd 5he'5 on YOUR Crew? PP: '/up~ EO: Wow, h4h4 EO: TH4T'5 intere5ting! PP: | have a way with words and all, mostly luck though. EO: by ChoiCe, or 4g4in5t her will? PP: (hoice of course. EO: Wow, niCe! PP: '/eah~ PP: $he is great. EO: Very Cool! EO: I h4ven't met 4nyone like th4t... Ju5t me 4n 5oniC5prite. EO: 5pe4king of... Not even M4ntipr4wn i5 here. PP: '/eah | got pretty lucjy on this one. PP: ()h hows she doin? EO: Well, 5he W45 good, but... EO: I don't know where 5he went. PP: VVeird... PP: VVell follow the craters right PP: ? EO: Ye4h... like, I C4me 4Cro55 her Climbing 4bord 5ome... EO: flying 5hip. PP: $he should be fine, you know how she is. VVith the killing everything in her path and all. EO: Like, you prolly would've liked the 5hip, but it flew 4w4y. EO: H4H4 EO: Ye4h, 5he'5 f4r from helple55 EO: it'5 not th4t though... EO: I gue55 it'5 5elfi5h, but EO: wh4t 4bout me? PP: ()h god dude, mantiprawn were used as siege weapons for the alternians. PP: |v|aybe she thought you could handle it? EO: I've never been without her EO: I gue55. EO: I dunno PP: |v|antus has always been.... /-|loof. PP: | |ever really did much. | |ever really cared. EO: 45 if thing5 weren't weird enough 4lre4dy. PP: '/eah... EO: Now I'm gonn4 be in my hive withouth her. PP: |-|ey you got us man. EO: I know EO: but th4t'5 4 big Ch4nge. EO: Piled onto 4 big Ch4nge. PP: '/eah.... EO: In the middle of 4 me55 of Ch4nging big Ch4nge. EO: 54i PP: '/eah... |-|ow do you stand breathing air for so long? EO: O.O EO: TH4T w45 outt4 left field EO: h4h4 PP: VVhat my throats all dry and its uncomfortable. EO: I don't h4ve the ChoiCe like you do, you know th4t EO: well, th4t'5 only Cuz you're not u5ed to it PP: '/eah, true. EO: it t4ke5 4 body 4 while to 4d4pt to thing5 like th4t. EO: but it willl PP: '/eah. $uns bothering me too. EO: Ye4h, I'm 5ure EO: th4t one m4y not be 5o e45y to overCome EO: heh
Tuluch skidded to a stop once more as he arrived at the huge clearing his Hive was in. "FIN4LLY. I need to get b4Ck to it!"
EO: Wellp, I'm b4Ck 4t my hive, 5o
He walked up to the front door, and stopped in his tracks.
EO: w4it EO: wh4t in EO: there'5 4 box out5ide my front door PP: VVut? EO: th4t doe5n't... PP: ()h that. EO: who Could've put it there, though? EO: M4ntipr4wn'5 gone EO: 5oniC5prite C4n't le4ve the hive PP: |-|ell if | know but mine pissed me the off somethin else. EO: there'5 no w4y it w45 4n imp EO: wh4t the heCk PP: | got one too, same with canisa. EO: Re4lly? EO: th4t'5... weird PP: '/eah. PP: |t is. PP: u|ust..... PP: '/eah. EO: th4t ju5t 4dd5 to the weird EO: Cuz like EO: HOW I5 IT THERE 4T 4LL EO: hmm EO: I think I better go now EO: I'll CheCk it out PP: '/eah. $ee ya cuz. EO: yup yup EO: 5ee y4z -- egoOptimist [EO] gave up trolling piratePhilosophy [PP] --
He approached the box and looked it over. Just as he was about to reach out for it, the clasp suddenly unlocked, startling Tuluch a bit. He opened it slowly and found a small novel's worth of paper. Underneath that was what looked like… a jet pack?
==>HEY! READ THE NOVEL!
Tuluch heaved the box and its contents into his hive and dropped it onto his couch. Sitting next to it, he fished the pages out and began reading.
By the end of what was likely intended to be a NOTE, Tuluch's face could only be described as displaying a mixture of irritation, horror, embarrassment, and absolute dumbfounded awe. This guy, this apparent ancestor of his… the EGO he showed EASILY rivaled a certain character that Tuluch had once written in one of his Sonic fan stories. Clutch was intended to be instantly recognizable by his ego alone. This freaking politician… Tuluch hadn't realized this level of ego was actually plausible in reality. It seemed he'd been proven wrong. "I… WH4T the HECK. I don't even know how to RE5POND to thi5 ridiculou5ne55. Wh4t the HECK."
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:49 pm
Two weeks have passed since Tiernan arrived on the golden moon of Prospit. Circumstances as they were, things were not going well. "I am so sick of this blinding hunk of ridiculousness!!!" He yelled {forte} over the crowds of prospitians walking among the golden streets. A few turned to look, but most just carried on with whatever the hell it was they did. He heaved a considerable sigh and made his way to the nearby pub where he had taken up residence. Conveniently enough, his alter self.... dream self.... however that worked.... had an identical room placed above Prospit's pub, much as his own pub during his session. Except of course, it was entirely golden. He still didn't understand how the prospitians could play billiards with only golden billiard balls.
During the two weeks time, he had a few strange experiences, however the most important happenings were when he would pass through a dream bubble. For a while prior to being trapped on the moon, his dream self was no longer living. This meant that he effectively no longer dreamt. It made it fairly clear as to what was happening when he would enter such a memory pocket. He had met with a few of his comrades from his session, but the dream of Ahria was the one he had longed for. It came to him as he slept, a week into his journey.
His train of thought shifted as he neared the pub; a green sphere in the sky caught his attention. Normally the sky would be constantly black with stars jetting by. You'd think this would cause the moon to be in constant darkness, but the prospitians seem to like it flooded with light, even if they had to attach massive flood lights to every.... ******** src="https://i.imgur.com/6JCY5LU.png" class="user_img" alt="User Image" />.. tower.... and yes, there's a lot of towers.
He peered across the horizon at the fast {allegro} approaching emerald orb. As it grew larger in the sky, he could make out that it was a planet. It was of average size for session worlds and appeared green almost in its entirety. Trees and grass were abundant. There was dirt and water here and there, but it mostly just looked like a wooded paradise. As the moon drew closer to it, he could make out a single building, which was surprising given the distance. The thing must be pretty damn big for me to be able to see it on the surface. At this moment he realized that the moon was going to collide with the planet.... "Oh f-" He looked around for something to brace himself with but stole another glance of curiosity. What the....The ******** is that thing? A massive golden tower, rivaling the surrounding towers on this moon with its size, was sticking up from the building on the planet. The moon was heading straight for it. s**t, where's something to hold onto!?
He took hold of a nearby lightpost, readying for the impact. The sound♪♫ was like two collosal-sized hammers colliding with one another, the gold-laiden moon and the gold tower meeting. He was thrown from his position due to the moon's abrupt halt, only moments before having been traveling at such great speed {prestissimo}. He was tossed quite a distance over the side of a nearby golden spire, falling to the treeline below. He took a bit of damage as his body crashed into the branches of the large sapling, plunging to the ground beneath.
Blinking a few times, he breathed in slowly {adagio}. His sides ached with each breath drawn. It would appear that I'm still alive.... well, if you can call this game a life. The sky above was the first comforting thing he had experienced since his terrifying entry into this session. Clear skies. Thin ivory clouds dotting the blue atmosphere. He grasped at the pine needles beside him. My limbs seem like they're still attached. Rising to his feet, he surveyed the area.
There were swarms of imps all surrounding a large castle. The royal manor was set upon a chunk of yard. Literally, a chunk of yard.... sitting on the grass. It was reminiscent of his pub, in the fact that it had been ripped from the street, leaving even the outlying concrete. The castle was made of stone, towering about three stories up, and topped with dim red tile. It was adorned with a few stained glass windows and a coat of arms over the entrance. I better find out where I am and get a grasp of this session.
He set his ♩headphones♭ upon his ears and began walking towards the castle, passing through hordes of wood-like imps along the way. The imps had varying attire, but he didn't bother analyzing their differences. As he approached, they all began attacking. He turned to the nearest one and plunged his knuckleduster adorned fist into its face, launching it into four others behind it. They all dissolved into a small two inch by four inch piece of wood. Not exactly the most useful thing for me is it? The wood grist flew up into his chest and dissolved instantly. Tiernan hated the feeling of grist. Damnit! I hate the feeling of grist! See? Though it was mostly all in his head, as the grist didn't actually have any physical contact with him.
As he carried on cursing about his distaste of grist, another Imp approached him. It was wearing a red coat that buttoned up the side and a pair of jeans. The Imp attacked, slashing at him wildly. He flicked the small creature upon its head without turning to pay it any mind; he instead changed his ♯music♮ to something to take his mind off the grist moments before. The Imp fell backwards onto its fleece lined jeans. As admittedly rather comfortable looking as the jeans were, he was understandably displeased at getting dirt all over the backside of them. The beast was frustrated and a bit confused. It had taken damage, but was still here. This was unheard of. It rose once more and charged at him; this time with something to prove. Tiernan turned quickly, bending his knees and crouching low to stare face to face into the Imp's blank eyes. Mere inches separating them, the Imp was stunned into a stillness. Tiernan exhaled a hearty breath at the critter. It doubled over from the slight pressure of the blow. He felt this was enough to deter the Imp's advances and carried on towards the building, leaving the surrounding imps dumbfounded at what had just transpired.
He approached the small, cobblestone path leading up to the immense, double door. It was built of a dark wood and had large.... What the hell? Attached to the front of the door were, what he assumed to be, door knockers.... but they were large, white-gloved hands grasping a golden ring. What is the deal with this place? Hesitantly, he grasped the golden ring and struck it twice ♩ ♩ upon the dark wood's surface. He took a step back and turned his ♬music♫ up a bit, swaying his head with the beat.
Canisa took a deep breath and lifted off the balcony, gripping on to his hand as tight as she can. Which isn't all that tight, seeing as she's weaker than water. She had to constantly remind herself not to look down, god don't look down. As soon as her feet were off firm ground she practically magnetized herself to Danwer's side. "I trust you." The fact that she was obviously straining not to look down and her voice was so whispery quiet didn't make it all that convincing.
Danwer could still feel her anxiety, but he continued on anyway. He made sure to fly only far enough above the rooftops to guarantee they would not crash into anything. "0nce y0u ge7 u2ed 70 i7, 7here'2 really n07hing qui7e like flying. I7'2 a 7ruly libera7ing experience." He motioned out over the buildings with his free hand. "M027 0f 7he building2 0u7 here are re2idence2 f0r 7he Der2i7e2. 7here'2 very li77le 0f ac7ual in7ere27 0n Der2e'2 m00n." He then pointed to the giant chain holding the moon to Derse itself. "Excep7, 0f c0ur2e, 7he chain 7ha7 h0ld2 u2 70 Der2e, and 0ur 0wn 70wer2." He began to fly towards the chain as he spoke, planning on giving her the whole tour.
Her grip never faltering, Canisa risked looking down to see the Dersites and their homes. Even if it wasn't as high as she was the first time flying out the window, it was still high enough to make her breath rush out, and to make her forget to breath in again. She only stared down in silent fear, breathless, until a Dersite looked up at them. And waved. She was broken from her state and inhaled, blinking a bit unsurely before slowly waving back at it. "The.. the Dersites are.. k-kind of... cute." Her voice was still quiet, but at least it was a bit more audible.
Danwer smirked. "7hey can be, a7 7ime2. 20me 0f 7hem, anyway. 07her2 are be77er 70 av0id." He reached the base of the massive chain, and looked at Canisa. "We're g0ing 70 cr022 0ver 70 Der2e pr0per n0w. I7'2 a pre77y 2h0r7 7rip, bu7 7here'2 n07 much be7ween here and 7here."
Without letting go of his hand, Canisa looked away from the Dersite and up, all the way up the chain. It started to strain her neck with how far she had to look up to see the end of it that linked to Derse. He was right in that there was pretty much just the chain between the moon and Derse, and Derse was a sight to behold, even from here. So she looked back down at him and nodded, waiting for him to take the lead again.
Danwer started lifted away from the moon towards Derse proper. He could still feel her uneasiness, but he didn't want to show a lack of confidence now. Something pinged in his glasses. So... the Dersites did manage to make me a portable computer. Funny that they'd have the same idea I did. He used his eyes to flick over to the conversation. He realized at this moment that he would have to speak to type in his messages. "Ye2?" He paused for a moment to wait for the response. He wasn't sure how, but the pause generated the '...' he usually used when he was waiting for someone to say something. "...Wha7?" He paused again to wait for the response. "... Excu2e me f0r a m0men7." He flicked the OS on his glasses off. "Cani2a, I am ab0u7 70 flip my 2hi7. Plea2e d0 n07 7ake 7hi2 7he wr0ng way."
Canisa followed after him like a dog on a leash, looking up the chain they were flying parallel to in order to reach Derse. They manage to get a little ways up when Danwer speaks, and with a little confusion, she turns her gaze back to him. His attention isn't on her, so she guesses rather quickly that he is probably answering a message on his glasses out loud. Danwer doesn't say more than a few words, but whatever he read must have been very distressing. And when he turns towards her to warn her that he's about to flip out, she slips her hand from his and clasps it with her other one to hold them both near her pump biscuit in anxious waiting. "What happened..?"
He was practically shaking, he had a hard time forming the words he wanted. "Cy7ryn." He could feel his blood rushing to his head. "Cy7ryn has g077en him2elf killed." He clenched and unclenched his fist. "He wa2 g00d f0r 0ne 7hing in 7hi2 gr0up. 0ne 7hing. Figh7ing. He wa2 g00d a7 figh7ing, pr0bably 0ne 0f 7he be27 0f u2, and he g07 him2elf killed 0nly a few hour2 in."
It was taking just about everything he had not to scream at the top of his lungs. "Year2 0f planning. Year2 0f maneuvering. Year2 0f re2earch. And n0w I'm wa7ching i7 all g0 d0wn 7he drain. Zaviga vani2he2. Cy7ryn die2. I'm getting me22aged by pe0ple fr0m 07her univer2e2, 7elling me h0w d00med we are. Why d0e2 n07hing g0 righ7?!" It was at this moment that the streets of Derse came into full view, and they were met by the sight of the Archagent slipping out of a ship from Derse's moon. There was purple blood and sopor slime coating his outfit.
Something in Danwer snapped. He rushed the Archagent from above, screaming bloody murder, claws and fangs bared. He felt the hard carapace of the Dersite's face give way under his claws as he opened four gashes along his face.
Then Danwer felt cold. He looked down to his chest, and saw the hilt of a sword lodged into his chest, being held by the hand of his opponent. "You shouldn't a done that, kid. Though, I'm glad you did. Finally got a chance ta gut ya myself."
Danwer looked back at the face of Jack Noir. "Y0u... bleed red. Ju27 like... a human." His legs gave out under him, and he slumped to the floor. The Archagent stumbled away, wiping the blood from his face.
Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 10:50 pm
==> Paige: Find other contacts
The ceiling had grown dull for Paige after only a short time. She decided that there must be some way for her to find other people on Palshouter whom she didn't have in her Pals list.
After going over the program for a few minutes, she managed to find a master list of everyone who was currently logged in. Convenient. The list was, however, decidedly short. She decided to contact someone at random.
trappedGreenblood began shouting at yesterdaysScribbler
TG: --> hello? is anyone there? --> TG: --> I seem to be in a situation I don't understand. --> TG: --> I woke up in a strange golden room, and I have no idea how I got here, or who I am. --> TG: --> Please, be there. I really need someone to explain what's going on to me. -->
==> Paige: Be the guy with the sword
The guy with the sword has a name, and it is Ronin.
Ronin stared annoyedly at the waves of imps before him. This is what he was afraid of. The game hadn't changed to accomodate him on this planet, meaning the enemies would be boring as all hell to fight. "come on, I expected some resistance."
He sighed when the imps turned his way, and grabbed his sword from his syladex.
==> Ronin: Be the Watcher
Ronin cannot be the Watcher, as the Watcher is dead, so he is instead going to be the nearest living ally.
==> Ronin: Be Snoleos
Ronin is now Snoleos, Danwer's lusus.
Snoleos lay on it's side, panting weakly, it's ribs hurt, badly. It could feel the olive colored lifeblood seeping from it's veins. All Snoleos had managed to see was a massive fist coming towards it, and the next thing it saw was an olive smear on the ground where the one who smelled like it's troll had been. The human had fared a little better, but the giant thing had been fast for it's size, and not even someone so slippery could escape it's wrath. It seemed SNoleos had been little more than an afterthought to it, as it's attack had only barely hit it's mark, but with that much power, that's all it needed to crush Snoleos's ribs.
Snoleos let out a low whine as it felt a pain it could not explain, as though something were piercing it's heart, but dull and muted as though from great distance.
It was then that Snoleos came fully to the realization that it's troll was on his own now, and with that, Snoleos passed from consciousness.
Oh hey, it's that new guy again. Maybe he'll be a lot more fun to deal with than this mockery of tabletop fun.
-- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] began trolling silverPegasus [SP]--
AL: Your kism3sis was just shot. AL: Thought you ought to know. SP: Thε fιrst bιt οf gοοd nεws Ι'vε hαd ιn α whιlε, Ι sυppοsε. SP: Wαιt, hοw? AL: I dunno. I assum3 it was non-fatally, though. AL: H3's th3 on3 who told m3 about it. SP: Ιt bεttεr bε, οr Ι'll kιll hιm. SP: Yου dοn't gο crοαkιng οn yουr Kιsmεsιs bεfοrε yου gεt tο bεαt εαch οthεr tο dεαth. SP: Ιt's cοnsιdεrεd ιmpοlιtε, yου sεε. AL: I imagin3 it would b3. SP: Prοbαbly dοεsn't wαnt mε tο glοαt. SP: DΑMN ΙT AL: H3's trying to t3ll m3 to t3ll you h3 won th3 gam3 alr3ady. AL: What ar3 you sw3aring about? SP: Sοrry, thαt wαsn't dιrctεd αt thε tοpιc αt hαnd jυst thιs FΥCKΙNG HΟRRΙBLΕ PΙΕCΕ ΟF SHΙT BΟΑRD GΑMΕ SP: Αnd Ι hιghly dουbt hε hαs wοn thε gαmε αlrεαdy. SP: Nοt ιf my οwn tυrmοιl ιs αny ιndιcαtιοn. AL: If h3 had, w3 wouldn't b3 h3r3. AL: I promis3 you that. SP: Αt lεαst ιt bεttεr nοt bε. AL: I know th3 m3chanics. W3 would all b3 at th3 Ultimat3 R3ward right now if h3'd b3at3n th3 King. SP: Thεrε's αn υltιmαtε rεwαrd αt thε εnd οf thιs nιghtmαrε? AL: So what's th3 issu3 with your ch3ss plan3t? SP: Ιt's α cοnvοlυtεd bοαrd gαmε plαnεt. AL: Uhuh. SP: Sεε, Ι hαvε tο crοss thιs dαmn vαllεy tο gεt tο whεrε thε Mαyοr wαnts mε tο gο. AL: Okay. SP: Οnly tο dο thιs, Ι nεεd tο bεαt thιs stυpιd bοαrd gαmε. SP: Thιs stυpιd bοαrd gαmε whεrε εvεry οthεr sqυαrε ιs sοmε fοrm οf "Gο bαck tο stαrt" SP: Οh gοοd, Ι gεt tο rοll αgαιn! AL: W3ll, damn. AL: That sounds irritating. SP: Lαndεd οn α clεαr spαcε. SP: Wιll mιrαclεs nεvεr cεαsε? AL: Okay, good. AL: Probably not. It's Sburb. SP: Αt lεαst yου'rε nοt α pυrplε blοοd. SP: Sαyιng sοmεthιng lιkε thαt wουld hαvε sεt thεm οff οn sοmε kιnd οf tαngεnt frοm whαt Ι hεαr. AL: Th3 miracl3 thing? SP: Yεs. AL: W3ll... th3r3 was a purpl3 blood h3r3. But h3 was kinda d3ad wh3n I got h3r3. AL: So th3r3's that. SP: Υh. AL: ? SP: Yου mεαn thε pυrplε blοοd whο wαs ιn ουr sεssιοn? AL: Um, y3ah. SP: Dαrn. AL: Y3ah, I g3t that. SP: Ι hαd αntιcιpαtεd sοmε clοwnιsh hιjιnks αt sοmε pοιnt. SP: Whιch αctυαlly prοbαbly ιsn't thε bεst thιng tο αntιcιpαtε, cοmε tο thιnk οf ιt. AL: W3ll, som3on3 hijinks3d th3 s**t outta him. AL: Lit3rally. Took for3v3r to cl3an that up. SP: Υh. SP: Shοld Ι αsk fοr spεcιfιcs οn hοw hε dιεd οr nο? AL: I don't 3v3n know th3 sp3cifics. If I had to wag3r a gu3ss, h3 swallow3d a bomb. AL: That's what it look3d lik3, anyway. SP: Α bοmb. AL: W3ll, h3 was kind of... 3v3rywh3r3. SP: Ι'll tαkε yουr wοrd fοr ιt... SP: Stιll, thαt ιs dιscοncεrtιng. AL: So 3ith3r som3on3 r3ally hat3d this guy- 3nough to 3visc3rat3 him horribly- or h3 swallow3d a fir3work. AL: Or thr33. SP: Hοw αnd why dιd yου fιnd thεm? AL: I crash3d on his plan3t. I call3d Danw3r. I w3nt to find th3 own3r of th3 plan3t. Own3r of th3 plan3t was d3ad. SP: Dοεs thαt mαkε yου dε-fαctο οwnεr οr sοmεthιng? SP: Οr hιs rεplαcεmεnt? AL: I think so. Dan said h3 was a Doom play3r, too. AL: So I should b3 abl3 to cl3ar up his qu3sts d3c3ntly 3nough. SP: Hm. SP: Sο thιs mεαns yου lαndεd sαfεly. AL: Saf3ly 3nough. Pr3tty sur3 th3 ship's total3d. AL: I n33d to go look at th3 wr3ckag3, s33 if I can't salvag3 my alch3my s3t. SP: Wεll, Ι'm sυrε thεrε mαy bε wαys αrουnd thαt.
==> Kyanos: Hold on a sec. Answer your best Blackrom buddy!
Oh you have got to be kidding. Now? Really?
-- piratePhilosophy [PP] began trolling silverPegasus [SP]--
PP:http://i.imgur.com/KaA1loH.gif SP: Οh gοd. SP: Nο. SP: Ι αm nοt ιn thε fυckιng mοοd. PP: | am b***h! PP: : |* SP: Sο, Ι hεαr yου gοt bιt οf υnnεcεssαry vεntιlαtιοn. PP: '/eah. (,ot into a fight with laser sharks. PP: |-|ad to wrestle em with my teeth. SP: Lαsεr shαrks. PP: '/ou know, PP: |_aser sharks using torpedos to catch up to me. PP: |t was insane! PP: | thought | might die! SP: Why wουld α lαsεr shαrk nεεd α tοrpεdο? SP: Nο, wαιt, thαt ιs α dυmb qυεstιοn. PP: | |ice one dumbass. SP: Jυst lιkε αskιng why εvεry οthεr Chαncε cαrd ιn thιs fυckιng mιnι gαmε ιs "Gο bαck tο mοthεr-fυckιng stαrt" PP: /-|nyways now that we have conifrmed youre stupid. PP: VVait really? PP: $ounds like my kind of game. PP: |)o you have opponents? SP: Yεs. PP: +hrow the cards at them. SP: Αppαrεntly ιt's sοmε kιnd οf αbstrαctιοn οf α bαttlεfιεld cοndεnsεd ιntο α bοαrd gαmε. PP: +hrow the cards at them. SP: Jυst... thrοw thε cαrds...? PP: |f every card is go home. |f they look at it they will go home. PP: |_|nless it's jump ahead ten paces than youre ******** style="color: #000080">SP: Thαt... SP: Thαt's jυst... stυpιd. SP: Αnd brεαkιng thε rυlεs! SP: Ι thιnk? PP: +ry it once. PP: +ry it. SP: Wαιt, why αrε YΟΥ gιvιng mε αdvιcε? PP: $o | can prove that | am better at your world than you are. PP: |2emember idiot. VVar |$| |+ fair. PP: (heat. SP: Sο sαys yου. Thεrε ιs nο sυch thιng αs chεαtιng. jυst tαkιng αdvαntαgε οf α sιtυαtιοn tο pυll α bαttlε tο yουr fαvοr. SP: Stιll, thαt's dυmb εnουgh tο wοrk. PP: '/eah.
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SP: Bαιkαl jυst sυggεstεd thε dυmbεst thιng. SP: Ι αm gοιng tο try ιt αnywαy. AL: What is it. SP: Chεαt. AL: ...Could b3. SP: Nο. SP: Thαt dιdn't wοrk. SP: Ι υh... AL: I'm not sur3 if this is tru3, but from th3 sounds of things... AL: I think Baikal int3ntionally sabotag3d you.
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PP: $o does it work oh stupid card game master,. SP: Υh. SP: Hm. PP: |-|eart of the cards. SP: Thαt prοdυcεd α... rεsυlt. SP: Thαt ιs nοw hεαdεd ιn my dιrεctιοn. PP: /-|wesome. SP: Thιs wαs hοrrιblε αdvιcε αnd Ι blαmε yου fοr εvεrythι PP: +ake pictures as it mauls you~!
==> Kyanos: Get knocked back to start. Painfully.
Uh oh. Okay, so maybe using the cards as makeshift throwing weapons WASN'T the best idea. Now that big guy from the end of the board game is... He's rolling dice... and... uh... He's getting closer... Why won't he stop rolling? Dude can just take four turns in a row like that?
The last thing you see before being knocked back to start for the thirteen thousandth time is the giant Dersite's fist careening towards your very alarmed and vulnerable face.
Then you don't really see anything anymore.
==> Kyanos: Get knocked into consciousness.
Until you open your eyes again and notice that everything is upside down. And yellow. Very very yellow. Your head hurts. Is that a bed? Wait, where are you?
Taking inventory of yourself, it appears you are positioned upside down and precariously against a wall, slumped on the floor with your legs high above you and in a tangle of bedsheets. Golden bedsheets. You take a moment to roll over and right yourself.
You are standing in a golden bedroom you are pretty sure you have never seen before. Looks comfy. Cozy, even. Warm.
Also bright. Looking out the window, you shield your eyes from the sudden intense brightness that greets you. Golden spires stretch as far as you can see, and it appears you are very high up!
You pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.
It hurt.
==> Kyanos: Message team leader.
-- silverPegasus [SP] began trolling crazyC0llec70r [CC] –
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.. dream self..
..The ******** is that thing?
