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You reach the bottom floor and exit to the kitchen, pointedly ignoring all of the cyborg figures and portraits littering the room. You hate these things, but your sister seems to think you love them. As you enter the kitchen, you see the Sburb discs lying on the kitchen table, unattended. No white lady with green electricity surrounding her. No confrotation. Just the game you've been waiting practically your whole life for.

You are already well aware of this fact. In fact, you knew this would happen before you even left your room. You aren't sure how, really. You figure its those voices from the purple moon. You also figure this is way to obvious NOT to be a trap.

You secretly curse how this joke doesn't work without visual representation. Still, you decide before taking another step to whip out your RESIDENT EVIL MODUS, modeled after your favorite game, and check to see if you have a convenient weapon stored.

This modus is pretty limited. It has six spots that can hold ANYTHING, of any size, weight, or porportions, and it not get any heavier or lighter. However, you can only carry six things. And even if you pull something out, unless you eject it, it never leaves the MODUS. This has become very annoying, many, many times. Luckily it comes a convenient INFINITE BOX MODUS that can store an infinite number of items, but can only be found in your bedroom and is impossible to move.

You check your inventory and find a HAMMER. You move the HAMMER to your Strife Specibus, Hammerkind. It is still in your inventory, but is now equipped as a weapon. You take a step forward. You are ready. You reach out for the game. Maybe you were wrong...maybe it wasn't a trap....

Almost have it....and then.....

You are now the other guy.

You turn around to return to your room and notice something you did not before. Your GODFATHER'S CAR is in the driveway. When did that get there? You could have sworn it was not there when you walked out here. And you did not hear nor see him pull in. Well that is weird. Looks like the return trip will be much more interesting.

What? No. JEORG is not an a*****e. Why would you say that. Just when we were beginning to think you were a nice person. But you suppose you will have to confront him anyway. Climbing up to your window is not an option after what happened last time. That still makes you shudder.

Welp time to suck it up and probably get your a** kicked. As you step though the door you take one of the many PISTOLS mounted on the while and equip it to your MODIFIED STRIFE SPECIBUS as pistolkind. Though this isn't quite what you want. No reason to hurt the old man. You lower the LETHALITY LEVEL on your SPECIBUS and the pistolkind changes to clubkind. That's better. And it looks like your preparations have not gone unnoticed.

[AGGRIEVE]
You AGRESS with your pistol club, but to no avail. Your GODFATHER easily counters with his GUARDIAN RUBRIC - MADE YOU LOOK. Damn him.

[ABJURE]
He follows up with an attack using his batkind converted HUNTING RIFLE. The old man is good, but not good enough. You parry with OH NO SHE DIDN'T. Lawlz ensue.

[ABSCOND]
Okay this is stupid. You are getting out of here.

You agree. After that rousing battle you feel you need a nap. Wait that does not makes sense. Oh well. You flop on the mattress on your floor and promptly fall asleep. Or you would if you could. But you can not. Sucks for you. Maybe you should find out what those other people are up to?

You regain control of your senses. You hate when your sister flashes into existence in your face like that. Its blinding and rather disorientating. She, however, seems to disagree.

FG: Hi, brother. Do you wish to play a game?
BR: Uh...Yeah, that is why I am down here.
FG: This is possibly the most important game of your life.
BR: Uh...what?
FG: We will no longer be considered family.
BR: How do you figure that? Is this game really gonna tear us apart?
FG: Quite literally. I will cause you much grief. Your game will become unplayable.
BR: Uh....how are you gonna do this?
FG: You will see. You may even already know.
BR: Um....
FG: You will be the ladder on which your closest friend will ascend.
FG: I wish I could tell you more.
FG: But I can't.
BR: Why not?
FG: Just take your discs, brother. And hope we do not meet again.

Your sister flashes off once again. This time you were prepared for it, so you don't zone out. Yet. You quickly take this time to place the Sburb Discs in your inventory, meaning two full slots. Four more to go!

Ignoring anything ominous given by the previous conversation, you decide to head upstairs and install your game. This may take a while. You think you might be the other guy.

Whatever that means.