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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:21 pm
Tentative title...or is it? This RP is an idea of mine, involving me, Tytun, Maculate Magister, and VirusstrainZ. It is a parody of sorts of Homestuck, which can be found here, but more in the loving sense. And unless others make it so, it isn't really satyrical....Okay, so its not a parody. Its just a Homestuck themed roleplay. And without further adieu.... Housetrapped Okay, I suck at formatting. Whatever. First thing I should say, is that this is technically a closed RP. If you happen to know Homestuck, feel free to see if you can join as someone like the White/Black Queen, Jack Noir, or maybe an Exile. Otherwise, if you don't know Homestuck, the goal of this is to be silly and fun, while simultaneously being free publicity for Andrew Hussie's Homestuck. And no, I don't think I am done typing Homestuck. Heh. The posting style on this RP will be vaguely similar to Homestuck itself, as shown: Quote: Wake up.A boy wakes up, and does not look very happy about it. He sits up in his bed, and cradles his head in his hands. BR: Bluuuuuuuuh :[ ==>This boy's name is Del, and his chum handle is blatantRook. He has a variety of interests..... Every post should start with a command, and there can be multiple commands within a post. Whether you bold and underline them is your own preference. The body text of that command should be centered, to make it look decent. Conversations should given in a pesterLog type way, as shown in the above post. Uh....The next post will be reference for the RPers...(which may include Spoilers for the readers) and such. Disclaimer: If you don't like this RP, or where I have posted it, or that I posted at all, take it up with the Magister. He said I could xp
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:38 pm
Post reference. FTW. The next bit is simply the players, the people RPing the players, and various reference information. Quote: Gaia Name: Demon Power Ranger Del
Character: Del
chumHandle: blatantRook
Title: Knight of Space
World: Land of Circuitry and Frogs (LOCAF)
Consorts: Meerkats
Denizen: Thor
Derse Dreamer, awake.
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Gaia Name: The Maculate Magister
Character: Caleb
chumHandle: suddenonsetEnnui
Title: Heir of Time
World: Land of Froth and Trees (LOFAT)
Consorts: Squirrels
Denizen: Nidhogg
Derse Dreamer, asleep.
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Gaia Name: Tytun
Character: Michael
chumHandle: lonelyHypocrite
Title: Bard of Breath
World: Land of Clouds and Gravity (LOCAG)
Consorts: Hedgehogs
Denizen: Vili
Prospit Dreamer, asleep.
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Gaia Name: VirusstrainZ
Character: Jacob
chumHandle: previouslyHypnotic
Title: Seer of Void
World: Land of Rays and Clockwork (LORAC)
Consorts: Ferrets
Denizen: Hel
Prospit Dreamer, asleep. Past those character references, there are a few things... Michael is server player to Del, who is server player to Jacob, who is server player to Caleb, who is server player to Michael. How they actually enter the game, save for Del entering first, is relatively irrelavent. It should also be noted that noteable enemies should be defeated in (generally) the following order: Denizen -> Black Queen -> Black King However, due to the nature of Sburb, Jack Noir may become a villian needed to be killed, and the Black Queen may not even need to be touched. And the order is also variable, though the above serves as a general guideline. I think that is it. Alright, whoever wants to can begin the RP...or post comments about how stupid/awesome/mediocre this is.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:08 am
Wake upA loud snore emerges from a pile of bottles in the corner, obviously not responding to the command. The room is littered with various books, bottles, and there isn't a bed in sight. In the corner sits what looks to be a typewriter duct-taped to a television set. One could only hope that this was a compute or a horribly misguided attempt to construct one. Another hideous monstrosity sits in the corner, it appears to be a series of game systems that someone took an arc welder to in an attempt to create a new game system... instead it is just a pile of melted plastic which has fused to the rug. WAKE UP ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">The steady snoring turns into a loud snort as a figure rolled out from the bottles. He stands up and scratches his beard before shuffling over to the makeshift computer.
PH: Uggh, my freaking skull.
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This man goes by the name of.... previouslyHypnotic and he tends to type with a slur when he is/isn't/always drunk.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:20 pm
Wake up.A boy sits up in his bed, a look of extreme annoyance upon his face. He obviously is not a morning person. He throws the covers off, swinging his legs off the bed. The boy had woken up from another dream on the purple moon, with all the damn whispering and crap. He assumed whoever was whispering was telling him the future, but he could never remember anything after he woke up. He thought of maybe forming some sort of reminder system, but that was too much work. He also attributed it to maybe the large amounts of deja vu he expereinces. Uggh....Shut up. Enter name!This boy, Fruzzle ********> Del, stands up and saunters out of the room, yawning while simultaneously scratching his side. Very unattractive. His room is very neat, with a TV and PS3 gaming system on one end, and a bookshelf filled with pictures of him and his girlfriend (before he moved way out to this ******** volcano) on the other. His room has a dark green carpet, and lighter green walls. Yet again, not very attractive.
Though he is ashamed of it, he does own a pink unicorn laptop under his bed. He fancies himself a gamer and a computer programmer, and not much else. His chumHandle is blatantRook and he doesn't type v's or h's because his keyboard on his laptop is broken.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:27 am
Wake up.The male wonders what you mean by this, as he has been awake for quite some time now. ==>This male stands in the center of his room, mindlessly staring at a wall. It just so happens that today, on the 14th of February, is simply just an ordinary day for the male. Is it possible for you to guess his name? Enter name....
__TYTUN__
Although he wishes that could have been his birth name, sadly it is not. Care to try ******** MCDUMBASS__
Now the male is infuriated with your lack of respect to this whole ordeal. If he could punch you at this moment, he probably would... that, or at least rant about it subconsciously while giving you the death gaze.
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__MICHAEL__
The male's name is MICHAEL. As stated before, today is simply an ORDINARY DAY for him. As such, he likes to spend time doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, or at least OOGLING at nothing in particular. He has a variety of INTERESTS, which his decently tidied up room displays. On one side of the room, containers filled up with COLOR-SORTED LEGO PIECES cluttered up a shelf unit, while completed LEGO CREATIONS situated themselves around the other. On the wall left of that, we see a LARGE SIZED TV with an XBOX 360 positioned beside it. This is what the male refers to as his CONSORTING STATION, where he broods over IDEAS AND THOUGHTS on his PROBABLY INDEFINITELY UNFINISHED GAMING DESIGNS. On the wall opposing this one, we see his ALIENWARE LAPTOP, where he does all of his major computer-related events on. Oh my god, we don't care about your room! Tell us about yourself!Well jeez... Fine, a*****e, he'll play your game...
As said before, his INTERESTS involve CREATING THINGS OUT OF SYMMETRICAL BLOCKS and UNFINISHED GAME DESIGNS. He is a NOTORIOUSLY GOOD SINGLE-PLAYER GAMER, but a HORRIBLY CRIPPLED MULTI-PLAYER one to boot. He is CONSISTENTLY TIRED, and hardly does much even when he feels like it. His chumHandle is lonelyHypocrite and he types with a proper respect for grammar, rarely ever deviating to simple leetspeak. Thank you... Now, be the other guy for a moment.Michael has no idea what you mean by this, but he'll try to appease your thought...
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 1:34 pm
You are now the other guy.
Or you would be if there was not a picture of an adorable kitten with a hilarious caption underneath it in the way. It is too bad it is incomplete. But you KNOW it will be funny when it is done. Zoom out.Okay there he is.
With his back to you. Turn around.He looks at you with disdain. I suppose it is your fault for interrupting his LOLCATing. But hey, you were curious, and that is what you get. The bags under his eyes tell you that he has not slept in a while, and the scruff on his face tells you that he does not really care. Enter name.Cockmongler O'Ri...
Yeah he is not going to let you finish that
Caleb Bayless.
That's better. Move along.As was said this guy's name is Caleb. He is a fan of the aforementioned LOLCATing. From the state of his room you can tell that HE IS KIND OF A NEAT FREAK. Or MAYBE NOT given the appearance of the area around his bed. The clothes on the floor show that he has an ODD TASTE IN FASHION indicated by the PILE OF DAPPER VESTS in the corner. The assortment of pencils and drawings on his desk tell of his MEDIOCRE ART SKILLS and his LOVE OF THE ANIMU AND MANGOS. An ASSORTMENT OF GUNS decorate his wall. They belong to his GUN NUT GODFATHER. He DOES NOT REALLY LIKE THEM, but the few times he has fired one he has found that HE IS NOT SUCH A BAD SHOT.
His chumHandle is suddenonsetEnnui and he speaks vvith an old accent, ivst like the Romans
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The Maculate Magister Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:30 pm
==>Finally the computer flickers to life as he tosses the bottle off to the side. Get another bottle.Jacob pulls his infinity cube modus out and attempts to remove a bottle of unknown liquid. Unfortunately Jacob doesn't know how to use the infinity cube. After turning a small dial a bottle suddenly appears in front of him. Slowly, he reached for it... finally... a bottle of something new... it taunted him like the light at the end of the tunnel. then without warning the bottle spun around before zooming off towards the wall, blasting a small hole in it as the bottle flew off into the sunset. Nice going dumbass.With a sigh, Jacob pockets the infinity cube before wiggling his mouse around, opening up Pesterchum. If he couldn't drink, he'd bother one of his friends until he was drunk on power.
Normally he'd bug the Landlord, the man who practically raised him but he was off on a boat turning things into diamonds and making women's dreams come true. He looks over his shoulder at the chest of infinite deodorant the man gave him for his birthday.
It looks like Caleb is online. Probably doing something weird and dumb with his computer. -- previouslyHypnotic [PH] began pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] --
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
SE: Oh god...
SE: VVhat?
PH: I sshhee you finally '
PH: ....
PH: I sshhee you finally 'woke up' get any sshhleep lasshht night?
SE: Vvvh, no
PH: Somehow that doesshhn't sshhuprisshhe me. I may have a drinking problem but at leasshht I can sshhleep.
SE: VVell that's all fine and dandy for yov.
SE: VVhat did yov vvant?
SE: I am kind of bvsy.
PH: Not much. I'm expecting my Sburb beta to come in today.
SE: Oh
SE: Heh
SE: I vvovld be svrprised if mine came in this month.
PH: I know right? The mail isshh sshho ******** up. s**t jusshht randomly appearsshh in my mailbox.
SE: Okay
SE: I can not say that is exactly vvhat happens to me.
SE: Bvt it is close.
PH: Well, the sshhun isshh sshho bright here it isshh almosshht imposshhsshhible to go outsshhide.
PH: You could cook an egg on my asshhsshh it isshh sshho hot.
SE: Ah
SE: VVell
SE: That is handy to knovv.
SE: In other nevvs, yov shovld probably cvt dovvn on the booze.
PH: Pfft. Isshh anything I'm not drinking enough.
SE: Oh
SE: Hoping yov vvill get so drvnk yov vvill rech some higher state of mind?
PH: Oh believe me, I already have. I can totally sshhee time and sshhpace in my reflectionsshh. Every moment, every motion, everything moving in perfect harmony. The darknesshhsshh isshh comforting and overwhelming.
PH: I mean....
PH: B33r isshh good.
SE: Vh hvh
SE: VVell
SE: If yov say so.
PH: I do sshhay sshho.
PH: I mean.
PH: How often have I been wrong about thisshh sshhhit?
SE: VVell if memory serves, qvite a bit.
PH: hey, Hey, HEY! I wasshh sshhober at the moment.
PH: Wait....
PH: Sshhomeone'sshh knocking.
PH: I'll talk to you later.
SE: Have fvn
PH: Oh I will. Sshho much fun it will BLOW YOUR MIND. -- previouslyHypnotic [PH] ceased pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] --
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:20 pm
Enter the room you just leftDel re-enters his bedroom from the] bathroom, dressed now in jeans and a shirt with a Bullet Bill on it. He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. He knows what today is. Its the day Sburb was due to come in. It was supposed to be a really good game, but everything he had read about it had been vague. It didn't seem like many people knew how to play the game. Oh, well. Del would not be a true gamer if he didn't try. Speaking of true gamer.... Pull out that montrosityDel believes you should be more specific, otherwise there might be some very scarred readers. Pull out your girly laptopDel reaches under his bed, pulling out the pink unicorn laptop. There are some paper still taped to the thing, evidence that Del had once tried to hide the laptop's appearance. It obviously failed. Del opens the laptop and boots it up. Contact Partner-in-GamingOnce the computer is booted up, Del opens up Pesterchum, the chat client that is out-dated and clunky compared to the one Del built with the programming language he wrote himself, and skims the screen. Michael logs on soon after. Convenient? Definately. -- blatantRook [BR] began pestering lonelyHypocrite [LH] -- BR: #ey LH: Oh, hey! I just logged on... Man, am I bored... BR: lol
BR: Yea#
BR: As you can see
BR: I figured out a new way of dealing wit# my broken # and / key LH: ...Ah, yes I see it. Took a moment, though, since you're, you know, missing the h and v keys. BR: So....
BR: Did it come in yet? LH: ... Did what come in? BR: Sburb! LH: Oh! Uh... I don't actually know. BR: Yea#, mine s#ould #a/e come in today
BR: Unfortunately
BR: T#at means I need to go get it from my sis.
BR: And you know
BR: T#at sucks
BR: Since s#e is all teleporty and...stuff LH: Ah, yes. You've told me about these... 'fun' moments with your family... Damn it! That reminds me... I'll have to actually go... DOWNSTAIRS... BR: W#y is t#at? LH: To check the mail... Damn it to hell, I don't want to deal with my family and that god awful dog... BR: #ey man.
BR: At least your family doesn't teleport and eat irradiated steak
BR: Do you know #ow #ard t#at was explaining it to Kristina? LH: Not really, dude. But I can assume it was something fierce. BR: Especially cuz s#e teleported rig#t in, rig#t in t#e middle of t#e w#ole con/ersation.
BR: Well, I gotta #ead down and see if t#e game is in. If it is, I'll message you again.
BR: You still wanna be my ser/er player? LH: Alright, and I better do the same... Yeah, sure. Hopefully, mine's in already. BR: Yea#!
BR: Maybe if you get your's before mine you figure out #ow to actually play
BR: Since apparently no one knows
BR: See ya! -- blatantRook [BR] ceased pestering lonelyHypocrite [LH] -- LH: Alright. See you later, then.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:15 pm
Be Michael again.He's quite sure that he never stopped being himself, but you are now indeed Michael again. Turn on that Alienware and do something radical!With pleasure! Opening his laptop up and turning it on, Michael allows the computer to perform its Facial Recognition program to automatically log him in. SO COOL... At least he thinks so. And now, to do something radical!... He opens up his favorite web browser, Mozilla Firefox, and scans this page. So radical... Well, ******** YOU! He didn't ask for your opinion, anyway. Oh, hey! Someone's messaging you on Pesterchum! Check that s**t out!It seems to be one of his good buddies, Del, or rather blatantRook. Better check up on what he wants, which resulted in the conversation on the above post. Better get downstairs.Michael sighs, knowing that he hates going downstairs. He's never met Del's family, what with their teleporting s**t and all, but his own family just made him sick. Well... Better face the music now then later.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:58 pm
Wait no go back!Oops. Too late. Might as well make the best of it. It looks like this guy is still working on the LOLCAT you so rudely interrupted earlier. Seems your attempts at disrupting him were in vain. And hey, he's almost done. Just one...last..word...ARGH ******** style="color: blue"> Answer this interloper (and proceed to have the conversation you already had).-- previouslyHypnotic [PH] began pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] --
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
PH: Hey
SE: Oh god...
SE: VVhat?
PH: I sshhee you finally '
PH: ....
PH: I sshhee you finally 'woke up' get any sshhleep lasshht night?
SE: Vvvh, no
PH: Somehow that doesshhn't sshhuprisshhe me. I may have a drinking problem but at leasshht I can sshhleep.
SE: VVell that's all fine and dandy for yov.
SE: VVhat did yov vvant?
SE: I am kind of bvsy.
PH: Not much. I'm expecting my Sburb beta to come in today.
SE: Oh
SE: Heh
SE: I vvovld be svrprised if mine came in this month.
PH: I know right? The mail isshh sshho ******** up. s**t jusshht randomly appearsshh in my mailbox.
SE: Okay
SE: I can not say that is exactly vvhat happens to me.
SE: Bvt it is close.
PH: Well, the sshhun isshh sshho bright here it isshh almosshht imposshhsshhible to go outsshhide.
PH: You could cook an egg on my asshhsshh it isshh sshho hot.
SE: Ah
SE: VVell
SE: That is handy to knovv.
SE: In other nevvs, yov shovld probably cvt dovvn on the booze.
PH: Pfft. Isshh anything I'm not drinking enough.
SE: Oh
SE: Hoping yov vvill get so drvnk yov vvill rech some higher state of mind?
PH: Oh believe me, I already have. I can totally sshhee time and sshhpace in my reflectionsshh. Every moment, every motion, everything moving in perfect harmony. The darknesshhsshh isshh comforting and overwhelming.
PH: I mean....
PH: B33r isshh good.
SE: Vh hvh
SE: VVell
SE: If yov say so.
PH: I do sshhay sshho.
PH: I mean.
PH: How often have I been wrong about thisshh sshhhit?
SE: VVell if memory serves, qvite a bit.
PH: hey, Hey, HEY! I wasshh sshhober at the moment.
PH: Wait....
PH: Sshhomeone'sshh knocking.
PH: I'll talk to you later.
SE: Have fvn
PH: Oh I will. Sshho much fun it will BLOW YOUR MIND. -- previouslyHypnotic [PH] ceased pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] -- Return to your duties o LOLer of the CAT.Alright. Now that that business is out of the way, you can finally finish your LOLCAT. Now, where were ******** HIM again. Humor this tool.-- suddenonsetEnnui [SE] began pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] -- SE: So gvy.
SE: Has it come in yet?
SE: Oh god.
SE: It is yov.
SE: VVhy do yov insist on annoying me?
SE: And vvhy are yov vsing my name?
SE: VVell that is none of yovr bvsiness.
SE: At least for novv.
SE: Yov vvill find ovt soon enovgh.
SE: VVell vntil then covld yov at least change yovr color?
SE: Fine.SE: Better? SE: Mvch. SE: Yov're vvelcome. SE: Shvt vp.
SE: Novv.
SE: VVhat did yov mean vvhe yov asked if "it" has come in yet? SE: Sbvrb. SE: Sbvrb? SE: Sbvrb. SE: And hovv did yov knovv I ordered it? SE: Yov ivst told me. SE: a**. SE: Kidding.
SE: I already knevv.
SE: Yov vvill get it today. SE: Oh?
SE: And hovv are yov so svre of that? SE: Check your mailbox. SE: VVhat? SE: Go. SE: a**. -- suddenonsetEnnui [SE] ceased pestering suddenonsetEnnui [SE] -- Well you might as well do what he says. You do not know why, but you feel a strange compulsion to do as the asshat says and check the mail. Maybe it is some cosmic force churning the waters of fate and destiny that will lead you on a path of truth.
Nah.
That's stupid.
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The Maculate Magister Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:46 pm
Go answer the door.Now why the hell would you do that? It is obvious that he is quite comfortable in his chair. Plus it is to early to be answering doors. I mean, look at the clock.
Closer inspection reveals that the clock on the wall has a screwdriver embedded in it, ceasing any possible chance that it ever had of working. ANSWER THE DOOR NOWFine, fine, fine!
Grumbling. You stand up and leave your room, heading into the living room.
The Living Room is decorated with all the weird things his Landlord seems to obsess over. Where the TV was, a Horse stood on a small mound of sand. Plates of diamonds, deodorant, tickets to that thing you love. And out in the front yard his massive collection of boats stood.... What a weirdo. You don't even think he works, he just brings strange women onto the boats.
==>You the door. In front of it, the Sburb beta is sitting on the doormat as you spot the mail-lady vanish onto one of the many boats..... figures.
With a sigh, you pick up the beta and head back inside.... actually, it might be nice to get something to eat. With a triumphant grin, you head into the kitchen before raiding the fridge.
.......... So, it turns out your landlord threw out all the food and replaced it with deodorant to make the fridge smell nice.
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WHAT THE HELL?!
That doesn't even make sense!
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 12:30 pm
Damn it, Del! Stop zoning out!You feel that today is definately going to be a weird day. For instance, you keep zoning out, as if you aren't really focused on yourself anymore, but are focused on other people. And every time you do this, there is always a faint scent of booze and deoderant. Curious. You also seem to only be able to remember brief glimpses of LOLcats and awesome Alienware laptops when you think back on to these moments...however, you are sure this is due more to your constant need to laugh at the LOLcats and a want for an awesome computer. No biggie. Go get your game, already!You steel yourself to transportalize downstairs. Because when you live next to a volcano, who needs stairs?
...
Okay, so you don't actually know how to work the transportalizer, and your sister has an unfair advantage since she can teleport anyway. You take the long, arduous path downstairs to your living room. You'll get there. Eventually. You think you'll zone out while you walk.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:32 pm
Resist urge to load up Minecraft.Michael fails to resist the urge, like usual, and begins screwing around on Minecraft. Being the kind of guy who doesn't like the game's confrontation so much, he has set the difficulty to Sissypants McGee. Not like he cares, though. He just wants to build stuff. Stop goofing around and check the mail.Growing bored of the game very easily, he decides it time to trek downstairs for the mail. But, he's not leaving his room unprepared. Prepare yourself.Moving by his XBox, he takes the GUITAR CONTROLLER and sticks it into his GAME MODUS, an early gift given to him by his parents. Being the lowest model of its kind, however, he is only allowed to carry up to 5 items at a time. The GUITAR CONTROLLER is sizable enough that it only takes up one. For quick measures, he also sets his GUITAR CONTROLLER to his STRIFE SPECIBUS card, by CONTROLLER KIND. You can never, NEVER be too prepared... Descend into the house.Standing by the door... the door that led out of his room... Michael seemed to be pondering how his life had gone so far. ...It was good, at least by his standards. And, if this is how it was to end, then so be it. RUSH OUT INTO THE HALL, EPICALLY!...All he manages to do is make a half-crappy manly yell before he trips and falls down the stairs...
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:28 pm
I warned you about stairs bro. I told you dog.Caleb is not quite sure what you mean by that. He is still in his room and is nowhere near stairs of any kind. It keeps happening.What keeps happening? I'm pretty sure that is not even a command. I told you man. I TOLD you about stairs.What is this.
He does not even. Oops. Sorry. Do what you are doing.Caleb continues doing what he was doing. Wait. What was he doing? Checking the mail.Ah yes. Thanks for reminding him. Such a nice person. You wish you knew who they were so you could thank them. Then again they seem pretty weird, so we will just move along now. ==>
You arrive at the landing down the hall from your room. The lights are off and it looks like JEORG is at work. Thank Gog. You continue your way to the mailbox and head down the stairs to the kitchen.
Oh s**t stairs.
You tread carefully and without incident down to the ground floor of your house. That was not so hard. You are not sure why that fellow made such a big deal out of them. They are stairs. Pretty easy to use you think.
==>You look out the front door and down the drive.
Sweet!
The red arm thingy on the mailbox is up. What are those called? Oh yeah. Semaphore arms. You are so smart. No wonder you have so many friends.
Or not.
Whatever.
Inside the mailbox are several bills addressed to your GODFATHER. Along with yet another RECRUITMENT LETTER for you. Gog you wish they would give up already.
Oh hey.
The SBURB DISKS you ordered are in here.
What do you know. The asshat was right. You head back to your room to find out if waiting all this time was worth it.
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The Maculate Magister Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 8:47 pm
==>Well, it doesn't look like you'll be eating today... Oh well, it could always be worse. With a shrug, you leave the kitchen and head back up to your room. Maybe you can play some video games on your crap-tastic video game system you built on your own using The Infinity Cube. It can do anything... literally. The only problem is getting it to do it. Like that time it turned into a chain gun and began firing beer bottles at the Landlord's boat... back when he only had one boat that is. ==>You vaguely remember writing up an instruction manual for the damned thing when you built it but after throwing a ca-razy party it vanished. You can only assume one of your dickhole friends stole it along with your good sense.
Go mess around on your computerStepping back into your room, you toss the Sburb case over by the computer before plopping down into the crappy chair that substitutes as a toilet when you get too drunk to care.
THAT IS DISGUSTING! WHY DID YOU THINK THAT?!
Of course you are only kidding. Everyone knows it is a party foul to poop in a chair. You do that s**t out the window.
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Anyways, you decide it is time to do something productive. Let's see if any of your friends have received their demos yet.
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