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Post by Vi on Oct 3, 2011 20:29:24 GMT -6
⇒ Begin procrastinating on excessively large amounts of schoolwork by engaging in frivolous roleplay with your chums.
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Post by Vi on Oct 3, 2011 20:57:06 GMT -6
A young lady stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 15th of November, is this young girl's birthday. Though it was sixteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!
What will the name of this young lady be?
> Enter name.
TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS
> Try again.
> Examine room.
Your name is SONIA. As was previously mentioned, it is your BIRTHDAY. A manner of COLORED PENCILS AND MARKERS are scattered about your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for ANYTHING MILDLY DUMB OR HILARIOUS, and sometimes ANIME. You like to draw pictures and you are VERY GOOD AT IT. You have a fondness for KAWAII THINGS, and are an aspiring THESPIAN. Your room is always INCREDIBLY CLEAN because you like to have things ORGANIZED! You also like to play GAMES sometimes.
What will you do?
> Sonia: Retrieve pencil and sketchbook from closet.
Your PENCIL and SKETCHBOOK are in your BACKPACK, paintmistress!
> Sonia: Remove drawing equipment from backpack.
That's more like it! You captchalogue your handy-dandy SKETCHBOOK and PENCIL from your backpack. Your pencil is in the adorable little hundred dollar-bill shaped pencil bag that your good friend Walter got you for your last birthday. You must remember to thank him.
> Sonia: Flap arms and honk like a duck.
This sounds like a terrible idea! You frown and shake your finger reprovingly to show your distaste.
> Sonia: Turn on computer.
You turn on your beautiful apple-produced desktop. Gosh that thing is beautiful. You cannot hope to beat Apple products in a stylishness-off. They are simply the best there is.
> Sonia: Kiss computer.
No! That would be a silly and embarrassing action. Although its sleek, well-designed monitor beckons ...
> Sonia: Look around furtively.
There is no one to see your silly act! You swoop in and give the screen a quick peck. Good computer. Best friend.
> Sonia: Open Pesterchum.
You log into your account. A few of your friends appear to be online! Perhaps they will want to wish you a happy birthday.
Oh, it looks like one of them is pestering you already. That was very fast. This chum seems to be online whenever you are. It is as though she never leaves her computer.
> Sonia: Answer chum.
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Post by Vi on Oct 3, 2011 21:07:19 GMT -6
|PESTERLOG| -- ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering casuallyArtistical [CA] at 11:15 AC: Smo!!!! Happy birthday!!!! CA: haha thanks!! AC: What's up? CA: nothing much ... just homework I guess ldfskf AC: blugh. Homework. AC: IT'S OKAY SMO YOU CAN TAKE A BREAK IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY CA: yeah!! hehe procrastination ftw AC: It's only Saturday. AC: I mean AC: you have like AC: the whole weekend to finish whatever CA: yeah! oh that reminds me!! did you ever look into that game kc and I were talking about? AC: Sburb? AC: Yeah, it looked pretty cool AC: I burned it to a disc, they had an exclusive free download thingy on Gamebro. CA: lmao that site CA: it’s pretty weird CA: let’s hope it’s being ironic ... CA: aaanyway, we should try playing that as a group for my birthday! AC: Okay ... um, I know KC has it, and so do FP, AA, RR, and *INSERT WHATEVER CHARLOTTE'S CHUMINITIALS WOULD BE HERE* CA: cool!! none of them are online right now though :\ AC: Well we can just wait for them AC: do you want me to set you up right now? CA: sure! hold on, let me get the disc
> Sonia: Find Sburb disc.
You could have sworn you had that rascally little disc just a second ago! Where could it be? You never lose things!
> Sonia: Sob at the top of your lungs.
That would be useless and counterproductive! It is probably in your backpack. You brought it to school to show your chums but never forgot to take it out after returning home.
> Sonia: Examine backpack.
Indeed, your backpack does contain the sought-after SBURB DISC.
> Sonia: Captchalogue Sburb disc.
You CAPTCHALOGUE the SBURB DISC, where it joins your SKETCHBOOK and PENCIL. Your SYLLADEX's current FETCH MODUS is the SKETCHBOOK modus. You picked this one because of your considerable skill in drawing things.
> Sonia: Insert Sburb disc in computer.
You return to your COMPUTER and draw the SBURB DISC. It pops out of your SYLLADEX, and you insert it into the CD slot. A loading screen pops up.
> Sonia: Report progress to chum.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 3, 2011 21:53:29 GMT -6
> Sonia: Report progress to chum.
|PESTERLOG| CA: operation sburb is go! AC: You got it! CA: yes!! AC: OH MAN THIS IS SO EXCITING CA: I know hehehe AC: Okay, I installed my own version and I'ma try to connect to you
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|PESTERLOG| CA: it worked!!!!!!!!!! AC: *pulls shades on* YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH CA: where doing this man AC: where making it hapen CA: I'm pressing enter now ...........
> Sonia: Press "enter."
SBURB is starting up. It is playing all sorts of COOL MUSIC and you kind of want to pause it so you can PIRATE IT OFF OF THE SOFTWARE! Too bad you don’t actually know how to do that. |PESTERLOG| AC: I can see you!! CA: hahaha oh my god CA: look I’m pickin up this giant stuffed dog, can you see??? AC: ... yes, I can see xD AC: you are ridiculous. We need to get down to business! CA: whelp CA: has anyone else downloaded the thing? AC: I think everyone I mentioned earlier AC: I would not be surprised if RR has lost it CA: haha oh man yeah CA: so um CA: do you know what we’re supposed to do next?? AC: um AC: sort of AC: I read through part of this walkthrough by some guy named tentacletherapist AC: okay so AC: we have these units that are sort of like money AC: called “build grist” CA: build grist? weird okay AC: I know right AC: anyway AC: First let me put this thing in here called a totem lathe that you use to carve totems later CA: totems like Inception? AC: nope AC: you’ll see, it’s sort of hard to explain AC: augh your room isn’t big enough ... CA: Can you put it in the living room? AC: Actually, I think this will be simpler AC: Smo are your parents home? CA: No, my sisters and my dad went to some concert at the symphony and my mom went grocery shopping CA: haha great birthday, right? AC: I see AC: Well, that simplifies matters AC: I suggest you stand away from the door CA: What are you going to do? AC: Trust me on this Smo
> Walls: Cease to exist.
|PESTERLOG| CA: Oh my god.
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:19:03 GMT -6
==>
|PESTERLOG| CA: WHAT DID YOU DO WHAT DID YOU DO WHAT DID YOU DO AC: It was just a few walls AC: Now we have enough space to do everything easily! CA: oh my god oh my god my parents are going to kill me AC: I do not think that is a concern. CA: what’s that supposed to mean??!?!?!?!? AC: Well um AC: It seems like after a few minutes of playing the game AC: a meteor crashes into your house CA: ...
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|PESTERLOG| CA: what CA: just what CA: you knew this?? CA: why didn’t you tell me?!?!?!? AC: I don’t think it’s a consequence of playing the game AC: As much as a consequence of the game’s existence CA: what does that mean? AC: look, I don’t really believe in fate or whatever either AC: but it’s sort of like we were fated to play this game AC: and a meteor was fated to crash into our houses a set time after we were fated to start playing the game CA: ... this is really weird CA: seriously weird o___o AC: I know AC: but we might as well try and get you to the next step before the meteor comes CA: What happens to our parents and stuff? AC: it seems like they get magically transported somehow to the same place we go AC: I’m not really sure AC: it’s sort of confusing. CA: okay CA: well CA: let’s get this part sorted out then.
> AC: Deploy totem lathe.
|PESTERLOG| CA: man, that looks weird. AC: ook AC: There’s some more weird stuff that I have to put in AC: I’ma have to throw your furniture out on the front lawn Smo CA: well, since you already demolished a couple of walls ... CA: do whatever you want AC: awesome!
> AC: Deploy Cruxtruder and Alchemeiter.
|PESTERLOG| AC: It looks like all of those were free AC: all of them AC: Which is good CA: what’s the build grist for? AC: You use it to build stuff later
> Sonia: Examine strange devices.
You cannot make head or tail of these STRANGE DEVICES! There is a countdown on the CRUXTRUDER which has GLOWING GREEN NUMBERS
|PESTERLOG| CA: oh man there’s a countdown on this but it hasn’t started yet CA: meteor?? AC: oh, probably, yeah! AC: how much time? CA: about eleven minutes AC: better get cracking, then CA: let’s get down to business! AC: To defeat the huns! CA: did they send me daughters? AC: when I aaaaasked for sons? CA: haha let’s actually get back to business AC: yeah
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:25:09 GMT -6
> Sonia: Examine Cruxtruder again.
You were so distracted by the glowing numbers that you did not even notice the wheel on the pipe-shaped part!
> Sonia: Sing a pirate shanty and twist the wheel.
You start belting out, “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum” while twisting the wheel. You are not really sure what it does, but what harm can it do?
You can feel something moving ... but you’re not quite strong enough to move it any father ...
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|PESTERLOG| AC: Want some help? CA: haha sure CA: this thing is harder than it looks AC: Okay AC: Maybe you’re supposed to hit the top? It’s some sort of button? AC: I’ll drop this table on it AC: is that okay? CA: yeah sure
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|PESTERLOG| CA: oh my god what is that thing? AC: what thing? CA: that blue thing that’s following me AC: Oh, that AC: That’s your kernelsprite. CA: what??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! AC: Your guide thingy CA: and it looks like my countdown started AC: LET’S HURRY THIS SHINDIG UP, THEN AC: Try turning the wheel again.
> Sonia: Turn the wheel. Be the captain.
A STRANGE BLUE CYLINDER hops out and lands in your hands.
> AC: Deploy pre-punched card.
You examine and CAPTCHALOGUE the PRE-PUNCHED CARD.
|PESTERLOG| CA: what’s this for? AC: Making things CA: with build grist? AC: yep CA: I think I’ve got the hang of this!! | AC: You don’t happen to have any deceased family members or pets lying around? CA: um, no ... AC: dangit CA: why? AC: ooh! AC: bring that old stuffed dog from earlier CA: hahah ok
> Sonia: Pick up giant stuffed dog.
You examine the STUFFED DOG fondly. It has been served you well, old friend. Now you must use it for whatever nefarious purposes are necessary for the game.
> AC: Throw dog into the kernelsprite.
|PESTERLOG| CA: I hope you meant to do that AC: Yep
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:27:43 GMT -6
==>
The KERNELSPRITE and the STUFFED DOG fuse to form the DOGSPRITE! It continues to flash brightly while you have no idea what it is trying to commmunicate.
> Sonia: Examine blue cylinder.
The BLUE CYLINDER (actually the CRUXITE DOWEL) seems to look like it would fit perfectly in a certain portion of the ALCHEMEITER ...
> Sonia: Place dowel in Alchemeiter.
It fits, just as you expected. You press a button, setting it to create one PERFECTLY GENERIC OBJECT. It costs you two BUILD GRIST.
It is perfectly generic.
Wow, that was a waste of time. This sure is confusing. You hate technical stuff.
> Sonia: Place dowel in totem lathe.
It fits in here, too! You clamp the LATHE, securing the DOWEL. Hm. There seems to be a slot, the kind you see at vending machines.
> Sonia: Enter card in slot.
The PRE-PUNCHED CARD goes right in.
> Sonia: ACTIVATE LATHE.
There is a whirring sound, and a needle shoots out and carves the lathe. Man. Now, this is a TOTEM. This thing looks way cool, like some kind of ABSTRACT ART that your art teacher would have never allowed. He is a grumpy fussbear.
> Sonia: Take the totem.
You take the TOTEM.
This might be a good time to pester your server client again.
> Sonia: Pester AC.
|PESTERLOG| CA: hey AC: yeah? AC: sorry AC: talking to AA CA: yeah?? AC: she should be able to set me up in a couple minutes AC: Oh good, you made a lot of progress! CA: yes that’s me, progress lady!!! AC: berb AC: water CA: haha okay!
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:37:25 GMT -6
> See the other girl.
A girl sits in a crowded room. What was her name again?
No, that wasn’t it!
> One more time.
Examine room.
Your name is JINAH. You are currently on your LAPTOP COMPUTER. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for RATHER DEPRESSING MOVIES and enjoy writing REALLY POINTLESS AND SILLY things. You have a fondness for ONLINE SHENANIGANS, and sometimes dabble in PSYCHOANALYSIS. You also like to CROSS-STITCH and CROCHET, and your room is a COMPLETE AND UTTER MESS. And on occasion, if just the right one strikes your fancy, you like to play COMPUTER GAMES with your friends.
What will you do?
> JinAh: Chug nail polish remover and sing the national anthem.
What a silly idea! You’re all out of nail polish remover.
> JinAh: Retrieve crocheting needles from plastic bag.
How proposterous. One does not crochet with needles. Clearly whoever is issuing these directions is not properly educated in the ways of crochet.
Perhaps you should enlighten them.
> JinAh: Begin exhaustive lecture on crochet.
That would be an utter waste of time. Sonia probably only has a few minutes left, and you need to get into the game quickly, too!
> Narrator: Feel shame.
You are not the other boy yet, numbnuts!
> JinAh: Begin pestering the other boy.
|PESTERLOG| ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering kazooConniptions [KC] at 11:24 AC: Hallur AC: guess what?? KC: what AC: Smo’s in the game! AC: I’m going to go in in a sec AC: AA’s going to set me up KC: i would make some convoluted reference to inception but i know about your intense man crush on joseph gordon levitt and how even the slightest mention would make you go into a coma AC: bluhbluhbluh AC: NOT TRUE AC: anyway AC: you have your copy of the game, right? KC: yeah of course i got age of empires 3 like a week ago AC: That’s not what I mean and you know it AC: Sburb, you derp KC: shitee you really spent the money on that thing? KC: read the reviews, man KC: sderp was a much better game, sburb was honestly a huge letdown KC: ...yes, i have it AC: no, I didn’t spend money on it AC: There was a free download on the gamebro site AC: Saw it on tumblr KC: WHAT KC: SERIOUSLY KC: CA TOLD ME YOU HAD TO PAY TO BUY THAT THING AC: Haha well Smo couldn’t have known about the free download AC: She’s been talking about that thing for ages! KC: I BOUGHT THE YAOI PADDLE AND EVERYTHING AC: ... AC: Um. AC: Well. AC: That’s nice. KC: look okay thats not the point KC: i’m a little busy recording something right now KC: can you pester me back later when you need me to play? AC: yeah sure AC: Actually I think you’re going in last KC: oh are you serious AC: yup AC: Smo wants to be your server player AC: And you have to go in last for us to have a smooth loop. AC: So basically you’re going in last due to my periodic OCD-ness. AC: :) KC: you KC: you batterwitch KC: ... <3 KC: thats fine actually KC: if its sonia’s call i’m okay with it
ardentlyCapitulating [AC] ceased pestering kazooConniptions [KC] at 11:27
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:39:43 GMT -6
==>
What a silly boy. You are constantly having to gripe with him about his various tomfooleries. It is about time he got himself settled down with a nice wife. Or husband, for that matter.
You should probably check on your client player to see how she is doing.
God forbid she has done anything REALLY DUMB!
Although REALLY DUMBNESS will probably come from the only other male player in your group.
Gosh he does some dumb things sometimes.
You wonder how he manages to be at once so intelligent and saxifragously bewildered.
Hold on, someone is pestering you!
|PESTERLOG| casuallyArtistical [CA] began pestering ardentlyCapitulating [AC] at 11:28 CA: JinAhhhhh!!!!! CA: :/ CA: I only have like a minute left CA: I can see the meteor CA: it’s sort of huge!! CA: HELP......... AC: OH MAN SMO I’M SORRY AC: Okay you have the totem, right? CA: yessss AC: Go put it in the alchemeiter
> Be the other girl.
You are now THE OTHER GIRL. And time is running out.
> Sonia: Place totem in alchemeiter.
You only have about a minute left! Hurry, paintmistress, your life depends on it. What a game.
The alchemeiter creates a STRANGE BLUE STATUE of a grinning WORM.
> Sonia: Check remaining time.
You only have thirty-six seconds left! Better make it quick.
You must figure this problem out. There is no time to consult with anyone else.
> Sonia: Examine statue of worm.
It leers at you. Clearly it is a WORM of great stupidity and arrogance.
> Worm: Be arrogant.
You are the WORM. What is this pitiful human doing? She can’t figure out anything right, can she. Stupid humans.
> Sonia: Be offended.
Darn right you are!
15 seconds.
How dare this worm treat you like this? You are its maker! You should be its god! It makes you SO ---- ANGRY!
10 seconds.
> Sonia: Smash worm.
5 seconds.
Your anger overcomes your better sense of judgment, and you smash the worm against your desk.
The meteor looms.
And suddenly something is different.
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Post by Vi on Oct 4, 2011 5:45:44 GMT -6
==>
You feel a sort of pounding in the air, and you see the sburb symbol flashing in the air before, you, although the idea feels slightly ridiculous.
> Sonia: Observe surroundings.
You walk to the window and look outside. There is your yard, with the tree and the flag hanging from it where your mom hangs season-appropriate flags. There is no flag there. Perhaps it was lost in the moving process.
Because what used to be your home is now surrounded by empty space.
You can see stars.
> Sonia: Be the star.
You are the star. In your dreams, it is you.
This is incredibly silly.
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Beside you, the KERNELSPRITE is flashing urgently. It splits, creating your SPRITE. It looks like your sweet little doggy, and you give it a comforting pat.
You do not really know what to do, and so you return to your computer, your loyal sprite following you.
> Sonia: Check messages.
Your chums have been busy while you were away! No fewer than three of them, including your server client, have been pestering you.
|PESTERLOG| astronomicalArithmetic [AA] started pestering casuallyArtistical [CA] at 11:30 AA: Happy birthday, Sonia~ CA: haha thank you Vi! :D AA: JinAh said that you were in the game? CA: yeah I just got to the next level I think! CA: a meteor crashed into my house AA: Yeah, I heard. CA: I’m on this weird high mountain thing now :/ CA: don’t really get what’s going on AA: I don’t think any of us do, really. AA: I’m going to set up JinAh in a second AA: I have to find my server disc first. CA: okay!! CA: I’m gonna go grab something from the kitchen CA: actually got to answer Rachel and JinAh first
> Sonia: Answer other chum.
|PESTERLOG| rottenRealist [RR] began pestering casuallyArtistical [CA] at 11:29 RR: hi CA: hi Rachel! RR: happy birthday~ CA: yep CA: that’s me CA: birthday wench CA: so many happy birthdays coming in today CA: such a weird birthday ... RR: I heard. CA: so what’s up with you? RR: nothing much RR: I’ll connect with you guys later RR: lost my sburb disc RR: evan probably took it CA: lmao yeah little siblings ... CA: mine are at a concert CA: I mean I guess they still are? CA: not really sure what happened to them RR: yeah RR: saw on the news that there have been meteor strikes everywhere CA: :/ aw man that sucks CA: got to talk to JinAh now! RR: okay
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Post by JinAh on Oct 7, 2011 11:09:42 GMT -6
> Sonia: Answer server client.
|PESTERLOG| AC: oh god Smo AC: YOU MADE IT OUT OKAY!!!! AC: o.o I didn’t think you had such violence in you CA: haha man usually not! CA: idk ... I just found myself getting really angry AC: whelp it worked AC: that’s what’s important AC: What’s going on over there? CA: crazy stuff, that’s what CA: seriously I have no idea what is happening someone h e l p I am lost :( AC: well AC: this is where the build grist comes into play! AC: basically there’s this magical gate above your house right AC: and, as your server client, I build stuff that lets you get up there and go through the gate AC: and then I dunno what happens next AC: rainbows and sparkles I guess CA: sweet CA: so you go build stuff and I will dick around on the ground u_u AC: Yep, basically.
> Sonia: Sit around on your fuzzy pink chair and watch JinAh build you stuff.
Hold on, someone’s pestering you again! Wow, you sure can’t get a minute by yourself.
|PESTERLOG| AC: uh AC: Sonia AC: did you hear that sound CA: no??? AC: I could have sworn I heard something AC: WHELP THERE IT IS AGAIN AC: go check on your house? AC: get some cake or something AC: secure the perimeter CA: sounds good commander CA: I’m outie
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Post by Vi on Oct 7, 2011 16:31:10 GMT -6
> Sonia: Go into the kitchen and grab something to eat.
It's always great to have food at hand when you are about to go on an awesome quest!
Oh great.
It looks like your mom is in here. It is a wonder she did not hear all the shenanigans that went on earlier.
You love your mom, but seriously, she is crazy sometimes. At the moment she looks like she is pulling out some BIRTHDAY DECORATIONS... oh no! You should have guessed! Your mom is REALLY INTO DECORATIONS OF ALL SORTS. She has a FLAG for the LAWN for EVERY SEASON AND OCCASION! She must be setting up for your birthday.
You have to avoid her at all costs or she will ask you to help her put up balloons.
God you hate putting up balloons.
> Sonia: Avoid mom.
It is too late! She has seen you. You have only one option left. You pray to the gods that you succeed.
> Sonia: STRIFE!
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is beltkind, so you whip out a sparkly pink belt that your sister Elena uses sometimes. You crack it threateningly. Your mother attacks with STREAMERS. You cannot hope to avoid the streamers. You abscond the heck outta there!
> Sonia: Get back to your computer and pester JinAh.
|PESTERLOG| CA: JinAh!!!!! CA: I can’t escape my mom, she’s well-armed with party stuff CA: no food for me :c CA: ....... CA: hey do you hear that CA: that sound is like RIGHT OUTSIDE..MY WINDOW... CA: jesusus crhIST!! THERE ARE WEIRD ANIMAL THINGS CLIMBING ALL OVER MY FRONT YARD CA: DUDE ARE YOU THERE HELP WHAT DO I DO/?!?! ardentlyCapitulating [AC] is now an idle chum! CA: asdfksaflfdsp[/color]
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Post by Vi on Oct 8, 2011 12:32:20 GMT -6
> Be the other girl.
You are now THE OTHER GIRL. As is previously mentioned, you are now IDLE. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t on purpose.
You are not the culprit.
> Be the culprit.
You are now THE CULPRIT.
You reside quite near JinAh. In her house, in fact.
You are her CRAPPY INTERNET CONNECTION FROM ATT.
There is no inclement weather, no hurricanes, no hail. You just like to RANDOMLY STOP WORKING at INNOPPORTUNE TIMES.
> Culprit: Decide to be benevolent.
You decide to be BENEVOLENT and restore Internet connectivity.
> Be the mysterious stranger’s internet.
You are now the other boy’s INTERNET. You view your prey looking down intently at his computer, happily enjoying a ROLEPLAY. You decide he is not quite miserable enough
> Internet: Flip the HOT SKITTY ON WAILORD ACTION out!
You immediately start FLUCTUATING RAPIDLY. You grin as the boy’s face turns to sadness. There is so much sadness, it is incomprehensible. You find it quite delicious. You wonder what it would be like to feel such sadness.
> Be the mysterious boy.
You are now the MYSTERIOUS BOY. You really have no idea who he is.
> Enter name.
False. This boy would never be called something so silly. Try again.
> Attempt once more.
Good! Now we can get down to business.
> Adam: Examine yourself.
Your name is ADAM. You are valiantly attempting to get SCHOOLWORK done, of which you have rather a lot. You also have a variety of INTERESTS. You enjoy DEBATE and sometimes wish that LIFE was similarly logical. You have a passion for POKEMON and other NERDY ACTIVITIES. Your room is covered in CANDY WRAPPERS, a byproduct of a previous SHAMEFUL GORGING. You are extremely LAZY, and you would wonder about life without laziness, but you are too lazy to imagine such a realm. Despite this, you quite frequently play COMPUTER GAMES with your friends.
You decide to get off your lazy ass and actually do something.
> Adam: Consume even more extraordinary amounts of candy.
Sounds reasonable enough. You quickly scarf down all of the candy. Nobody can beat you in a sugar-off; you are simply the best there is. You make a sadface as you realize you are now out, and will have to make a Target run soon. Meanwhile the quagmire on the floor becomes still deeper with the discarded remnants of your snack.
> Adam: Do rain dance on pile of candy wrappers while squealing like a stuck pig.
That sounds like a wonderful idea.
You must commence immediately.
Unfortunately, your foot slips on a FREAKISHLY LARGE REESES WRAPPER and you fall ungracefully onto the floor.
And here it sounds like one of your chums is pestering you again. What perfect timing.
> Adam: Attempt to answer chum.
You try to rise from the GODFORSAKEN PILE OF CANDY SHROUDS and slip once more, this time on some random PLASTIC BAG. You have no idea how it got there. You think it snuck in there, just to spite you.
Bags of the plastic species are spiteful and cruel things.
Clearly you will not be getting up anywhere for a while.
> Adam: Be creative.
You put on your IMAGINARY CREATIVITY CAP to BE CREATIVE.
Aha! You have a brilliant idea.
> Adam: Use laptop cord to pull laptop onto you.
You tug at the LAPTOP CORD, pulling your precious laptop into your waiting arms.
GOOD CATCH!
Unfortunately, the various contents of your desk, including a cup which is for whatever reason full of VASELINE and BABY POWDER, falls on you as well.
You must admit, though, that the BABY POWDER looks quite good with your reflection. You are not a vain man, but that white-dusted ginger you can see reflected in the laptop screen is the kind of distinguished-looking gentleman you would invite for dinner to meet your philosophy teacher. He, that is, YOU, is/are the FLYEST OF BOONDOGGLES, if you say so yourself.
> Adam: Answer chum.
With all the bother you have gone through to talk to this chum, they had better be pretty interesting.
Oh, it is JUSTIN, your best friend and possible SOUL MATE. This is satisfactory.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 9, 2011 8:39:20 GMT -6
|PESTERLOG| kazooConniptions [KC] began pestering flavorfullyPerusing [FP] at 11:38 AM KC: sup ho FP: Oh, the usual. Ensnared in a pile of delicious filth yet again. Also, I’m one sexy bitch in baby powder. KC: HOT SKITTY ON WAILORD ACTIONin disgusting KC: ... pics or it didnt happen
> Adam: Take snazzy photoshoot
The photoshoot is ever so snazzy. There are simply none snazzier than it. You feel so pretty.
> Adam: Send your newfound source of beauty.
|PESTERLOG| -- flavorfullyPerusing [FP] sent kazooConniptions [KC] file yeahbabysnazzyphotoshoot.jpg -- FP: Shabam. Im so damn funky. KC: i am at once appalled by the fact that you really took a picture of yourself caked in candy wrappers and baby powder KC: and strangely titillated KC: congratulations, you are truly a stunning paragon of our age FP: Hey, dont forget the vaseline, i really think that brinks it all together. FP: also, HOT SKITTY ON WAILORD ACTION YEAH! I guess im just to cool for this mighty hip joint FP: my coolarity is immeasurably antagonistic. KC: goddammit adam
kazooConniptions [KC] ceased pestering flavorfullyPerusing [FP] at 12:10 AM
> Adam: continue to idolize yourself
You ogle yourself intensely. Ooooh, there’s a handsome man, isn’t there. Mmmm... so sexual... Ok, time to stop. You are all aflutter.
> Adam: Cease tomfoolery immediately!
You attempt to calm yourself down. Nearby, you see an incredibly rare sight. An unopened BAG OF CANDY. Your heart nearly stops from the pleasurable surprise.
> Adam: Captchalogue BAG OF CANDY
Of course. You never know when a good BAG OF CANDY will come in handy. Useful in every situation.
You enter the BAG OF CANDY into your Sylladex, which is currently set to the Fetch Modus RANDOM SELECT. At any time, an item could suddenly pop out of it. It fits you perfectly, because you are too lazy to retrieve most items yourself.
You remember that it is one of your chums’ birthdays. You guess it would be polite to pester them, or something. You don’t really get all these etiquette rules.
> Adam: Pester Sonia.
|PESTERLOG| flavorfullyPerusing [FP] started pestering casuallyArtistical [CA] at 11:59 AM
FP: Happy birthday Sonia! FP: Or whatever it is you say on these occasions CA: sup Adam! thanks :D CA: hey so are you cookin up any steak? CA: also I’m kind of busy at the moment CA: there are weird sounds comin from outside my window! CA: have you talked to JinAh lately??? is she online?????? FP: Nah, no steak. Just flipping out in a gigantic pile of wrappers. FP: Ran out of meat last night, so. FP: And sorry, I haven’t talked to JinAh lately. She always seems to be doing something important. CA: she needs to get her booty into the medium. FP: Oh, have you installed Sburb! FP: Man, I am so excited for that game!!!!! :D FP: What’s it like? CA: it’s...really interesting lmao CA: also kind of confusing!! JinAh is supposed to be building me stairs CA: but she’s idle :\ her internet may have died. FP: Oh, i know all about that evil internet. Sometimes i just want to punch it in the face. You know, if it had a face. FP: Shes building you stairs? Wow, this game sounds incredibly interactive. And the Co-op! I’ll be so surprised if this game doesnt win like all the awards. CA: it is interactive. you should get it downloaded and quit all your horsing around CA: in either case, we still have a bunch of people that need to install sburb :0 FP: Eh, it requires so much effort to install. FP: Besides, I’m waiting for Justin. I just wouldnt feel comfortable allowing anybody other than my lover i mean best friend that much connection. [c=MediumSlateBlue]CA: you guys are ridiculous lmfao CA: and enough of being lazy! you are going to get fat and die!!!!! CA: anywyay, I need to get to JinAh CA: talk to you later ok? FP: K bai
casuallyArtistical [CA] ceased pestering flavorfullyPerusing [FP] at 12:20 PM
You wonder what it is that could be preventing JinAh from doing her duty as a server player. This is a sacred responsibility.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 9, 2011 20:39:50 GMT -6
> Adam: Enough of this silly conjecture. Be JinAh.
You are now JinAh, and you are doing about ten things at once, which is completely normal.
Your internet has THANKFULLY RESTORED ITSELF, and you have been dutifully building staircases for a while.
> JinAh: Make some stairs and warn your client player about them!
You are using up major amounts of build grist right now. And that’s an issue, because it doesn’t seem like Sonia is doing anything that might involve gaining any grist.
Maybe there is a more efficient way to do this?
> JinAh: Think of ways to save grist.
You have been building stairs around and around the platform, all the way up to where you can barely see her gate. This is probably stable and easy to climb, but it is also SUPREMELY WASTEFUL.
Perhaps you should try one long staircase?
> JinAh: Build staircase directly up to gate.
This sounds like a logical idea.
> Wind: Do the windy thing.
Perhaps not.
Your BEAUTIFULLY CONSTRUCTED STAIRCASE collapses to the ground, shattering. What a colossal waste of build grist.
You only have a few left.
> JinAh: Observe Client player.
It seems as if Sonia is flailing about in an incredibly distressed manner. She jumps out the window but holy crap there are a bunch of creepy-looking dog-things scuttling everywhere! They look like little dog-demons. Dog-imps.
> JinAh: React with alarm.
You are totally ALARMED. These are some sick wails dropping out of your mouth right now, yo.
> JinAh: Be Sonia so she can fight off dem imps.
You are now SONIA.
Those imps are advancing on you pretty fast, so you react instinctively by whipping out your BELTKIND strife specibus! It’s time to take on these bipches the only way you know how to!
> Sonia: STRIFE!!!!!!!!
You are the man. You ARE the man. He is you. Even though you are a girl. Despite you being the man, the imps seem to be giving you a bit of trouble!
> Sonia: Unleash HAIRKIND specibus!
You whip your hair back and forth. The imps appear to be perplexed more than anything else, but this is the momentary weakness you needed. You swoop in and PAP them on the head with your sparkly Spoon belt.
They explode into a fountain of multicolored ... are those ... no. 2 pencils? And erasers? Oh god this is reminding you of HOMEWORK NO NEVER AGAIN YOUR PREVIOUS NEIGHBORHOOD WAS DESTROYED BY A METEOR IS THIS EXCUSE ENOUGH FOR YOU MS. DAVIS.
You flip out and scream at JinAh.
|PESTERLOG| CA: JINAH CA: JINAH WHAT IS THIS CA: JUST WHAT AC: that’s grist AC: we need more of it AC: gfy AC: do the belty thing again
> Sonia: Skedaddle around like a madwoman collecting GRIST.
You lovingly shoosh all of those pencils and erasers into your grist stash. You are sure JinAh will build some fantastic, beautiful sculpture out of them. You cannot wait until you can see the airy figures that you are sure she will create for you.
> JinAh: Continue building stairs.
God they are ugly.
> JinAh: Throttle computer in frustration.
You would never do that! Your computer is your most beloved belonging.
My preciousssssss...
But this really is getting quite tedious.
> JinAh: Search for excuse to stop building stairs.
That sounds like an option.
Maybe you could enter THE MEDIUM yourself? It would be the next step in the chain, and a necessary step to save yourself from the impending meteor that you are sure is heading towards you.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 9, 2011 20:49:05 GMT -6
> JinAh: Pester chum.
This chum has promised to be your SERVER CLIENT. You will need her help if you are to enter the medium.
|PESTERLOG| ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering astronomicalArithmetic [AA] at 12:23 PM AC: bluhhhhh AC: Stairs are not fun. AC: Oh, by the way AC: Friendly warning/tip AC: Don’t build a rickety staircase, as it WILL fall and laugh at your efforts in the process. AA: lolwut. AA: Are you sburb-ing? AC: Man yes AC: You said you could be my server client, right? AC: We’d better start soon AC: Sonia needs some grist and there’s a program that we can use to share grist between us AA: So basically like illegal music sharing websites. But. With grist. AA: And yeah, it’s about to finish downloading. AC: Awesome! AC: I’ll go get my player copy of the game while it loads for you, then. AC: I think I left it in the kitchen.
> JinAh: Retrieve SBURB disc.
You troop downstairs to retrieve the SBURB disc.
Oh, dear. Your LITTLE BROTHER appears to be in the way. He wants to talk to you about something. It probably has to do with one of those STUPID MERCHANDISE-BASED CARTOONS that he watches.
You only have one option.
> JinAh: STRIFE!
Your strife specibus is BOOKKIND, and you have the perfect weapon with you right now, as it happens - your well-worn copy of HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN. Perhaps Harry’s skills will manifest themselves in your favor.
> Narration: Switch to Pokemon mode.
Oh, very well.
LITTLE BROTHER used BOTHER! BOTHER was super effective! JINAH is now annoyed ...
JINAH used BOOK BOOMERANG! It wasn’t very effective ...
JINAH used CHEST THWACK! It wasn’t very effective ...
LITTLE BROTHER USED WHINE! It’s super effective!
> JinAh: Complain.
Your little bro is whoopin’ your butt.
THIS
IS
STUPID.
> JinAh: Go deeper.
WE HAVE TO GO DEEPER.
AW YEAH.
JINAH used YELL! Yell was super effective! LITTLE BROTHER is now cowering ...
JINAH used DOPESLAP! It’s super effective!
> LITTLE BROTHER: Abscond.
He absconds. Out the door, into the car. What a little coward. You are sure you will have fun at the birthday party he is going to, if screaming with lots of ten-year olds can be considered fun.
> JinAh: Search for Sburb disc.
Your way now unimpeded, you make your way to the kitchen. Perhaps you will have some delectable fudge?
> JinAh: Open refrigerator and retrieve fudge.
A collection of DUBIOUS FROZEN BAKED GOODS fall on you.
Of course these were in there. You are not sure why you even opened the door.
> JinAh: Retrieve fudge.
You have been clonked in the schnozz by a morning roll and a bagel and you are getting that fudge if it kills you.
You pack the DUBIOUS FROZEN BAKED GOODS back into the fridge, open a latch, and retrieve the FUDGE!
It is delicious, of course.
> JinAh: Quit messing around and find your goshdarn Sburb disc already!
Oh, very well.
The SBURB DISC is on the toaster oven, right above your mother’s purse oh random-fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum.
Your mother’s purse is gone, along with your mother, your brother, the car, and the SBURB DISC.
> JinAh: Scream with rage and throw toaster oven through the window.
Oh, no. Your mother would have your head.
You are much less silly than that, and call your mom.
Jehoshaphat Crickets! She doesn’t answer. Her CELLPHONE is sitting on the sofa.
You only have one option left.
> JinAh: Suit up.
Awwwwright.
You SUIT UP. This involves putting on socks and sneakers. Also your look of GRIZZLED DETERMINATION.
Aw yeah.
You are doing this.
You are MAKING IT HAPPEN.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 9, 2011 20:55:25 GMT -6
> JinAh: Chase after car.
You run out the front door, tracking down that car. It is slipping out the gate onto the highway, but perhaps you can make it if you run fast enough?
Perhaps you should sing the Mission Impossible Theme Song.
It always makes you feel faster.
> JinAh: Be Tom Cruise.
HELL
YEAH
THIS IS INCREDIBLY SILLY
> Be someone else. Anyone who is not currently pretending to be Tom Cruise. Anyone.
All right.
You are now the mysterious SERVER CLIENT.
Who could she be?
> Enter name.
The girl looks at you with disdain.
Time is being wasted and she will absolutely not put up with the wasting of time. Time is expressed in numbers and numbers are the world's greatest resource.
> She will let you try once more. Try to be serious this time.
> Correct.
Your name is VI. Your interests include THEORETICAL MATHEMATICS and ASTRONOMY. You also enjoy solving PUZZLES and WASTING TIME on the computer. Additionally, you are quite fond of STICKY NOTES and ORIGAMI. Your room is RATHER NEAT. Your bookshelf is lined with BOOKS concerning everything from AARDVARKS to ZZYZX. Your preferred electronic device for communicating with your friends and accomplishing other tasks is your trusty HP NOTEBOOK. You also occasionally play computer games with your friends when you have the time.
Your chumhandle is astronomicalArithmetic, and you type in a pleasant teal.
What will you do?
> Vi: Rip off your shirt and beat your chest like a gorilla.
That would be ridiculous. And highly counterproductive. You are all about efficiency. Mostly.
Get your act together, person of unknown gender.
> Vi: Go on a murderous rampage, bashing old ladies over the head with potted plants.
Again, counterproductive. Pay attention to the task at hand!
Who put this kind of person in charge of narration?
> Be the narrator.
You are now the NARRATOR.
People are enjoying picking on you today.
For good reason, perhaps?
> Narrator: Hang head in shame.
It wasn’t your fault, really. These ridiculous commands.
It is almost as though it has been programmed in your DNA. It is your duty to be ridiculous, though you may be reviled for it. Sburb would not work properly without you.
It is a hard job, but someone must do it.
> Stop being metafictional and be the efficient girl.
You are now THE EFFICIENT GIRL.
> Vi: Connect to Sburb server.
That’s more like it. You accomplish just that. You also turn up the sound just in case there’s awesome music. You quite enjoy music that is of the awesome type that games quite often have. You are home alone at the moment so you are free to listen to whatever music you please.
> Pester JinAh.
|PESTERLOG| AA: ... are you still there? AA: I set up the server. AA: ... I guess not.
> Vi: Research ouroboroi.
Gladly. Recently for some reason OUROBOROI (if that is indeed the correct plural form of ouroboros) have caught your attention. They are quite circular. You quite like CIRCLES for they are circular and shaped like circles.
But enough of this silliness. Time for really important matters.
> Vi: Find food.
This is a good idea. Food is good and you are hungry. Unfortunately your cooking skills are limited to the TOASTER OVEN and the MICROWAVE. You decide to make RAMEN. Mmmmmmmm... MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE. Delicious.
> Vi: Ingest cancer noodles while watching television.
Gladly. You bring your HP LAPTOP downstairs as well just in case JinAh decides to come back from whatever SHENANIGANS she is up to this time. You watch MYTHBUSTERS. It is filled with SCIENCE and LARGE EXPLOSIONS. How could one not enjoy it? The thought is ridiculous.
> Vi: Captchalogue extra individually wrapped serving of ramen.
Good idea. You never know when a bag of DELICIOUS BUT POSSIBLY CARCINOGENIC FOOD will come in handy. Always be prepared. Your fetch modus is the PUZZLE fetch modus. It requires you to solve puzzles to retrieve your items which is sometimes, scratch that, often more trouble than it is worth. But it’s fun and it gives your brain a nice work out.
> Leave Vi alone while she watches hyperactive men blow things up, and be someone else.
Very well.
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Post by Vi on Oct 10, 2011 15:48:53 GMT -6
> Be Adam.
You are now ADAM oh dear god what is he doing nevermind.
> Be the other guy.
You have no desire to see Adam in fishnets and a ballet tutu.
You are now THE FINAL UNSEEN GUY.
What a mysterious coolkid he must be!
He has a guitar, too. Only coolkids have guitars.
What can this mysterious coolkid’s name be?
> Enter name.
==>
The Joker mask on his desk glares at you. It seems to say, in the words of the immortal John Locke,
STOP DICKING AROUND, NUMBNUTS.
You are pretty sure Locke said that.
> Try again. C’mon, just once. Try again.
*Beat.*
> I SAID TRY AGAIN!
Okay yessir get that clown mask away from me
That’s better. See? Was that so hard? WAS THAT SO HARD? Why won’t you LISTEN to me? C’mon. Look at me. LOOK AT ME.
You wanna know how I got these scars?
> Narrator: Answer creepy clown mask’s question.
THE NARRATOR shakes his head emphatically.
> Narrator: Burn clown mask. Thoroughly. Leaving nothing but ashes.
You cannot do that! The clown mask has a rich future ahead of it, and burning it now would make a TIME PARADOX. You don’t want those.
> Narrator: End these shenanigans and return to Justin.
Your name is JUSTIN. You play the GUITAR and the KAZOO and the PIANO and you generally think that MUSIC IS WAY COOL. Your room is currently neat because you recently went on a massive rampage looking for a FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY CARD. You enjoy GARDENING and are a bit of an amateur KNIFE THROWER. You are SUPER FUNNY and like to give people HUGS. Always hugs. You can never have too many hugs. If you could, you would hug every person, but you can’t. You can’t hug every person. You enjoy frequenting the various regions of the INTERWEBS and are fond of VIDEO GAMES, especially POKEMON.
Your chumhandle is kazooConniptions and you type in a dark purplish-blue.
What will you do?
> Justin: Pick up guitar and play mad improvs while snuffling like a mouse.
Sure, why not?
You start to play some SICK CHORDS. You are the guitar master - YEAAAAAAAHHHHH.
> Justin: Check computer.
Your chum ADAM appears to be idle. However, there is an unread message in your inbox.
> Justin: Check email.
It is from an older chum of yours named Will. What could he be writing to you about?
> Justin: Read email.
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Post by JinAh on Oct 28, 2011 22:06:50 GMT -6
|EMAILLOG| Hi Justin This is actually sort of an awkward email. I’m sorry to say that I can’t go out with you because-
WHAT.
> Justin: Flip out.
You accordingly FLIP OUT.
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT
> Days in the past, but not many ...
A MISCHIEVOUS SHIPPER sits in a theatre classroom.
|PESTERLOG| ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering Will Larsen [WL] at 6:13 PM AC: Hey, William WL: Yeah? AC: Justin wanted to give you something, but he was too shy, so he asked me to ... -- AC gave WL file willyougooutwithmekthxbaijustin.docx--- -- AC has left the conversation -- WL: What is this WL: oh
> In the present ...
What. What. What. Was this JinAh? It was probably JinAh. You have spoken to her many times of her penchant to ship real-life gay couples. Clearly her formerly passive shipping has extended into more activist matchmaking.
> Justin: Continue reading email.
|EMAILLOG| - I can’t go out with you because -
Because you are not a homosexual???
because Eric and I are actually sort of together. I’m glad you care for me, but I think we’d be better off as friends. Haha cliche statements for everyone. (Platonic) Love Will
He certainly sounds very serious and unlike his normal self. You will have to inform him of the deception when you return to school.
But. Man.
Will and Eric?
That was ... truthfully, not entirely unexpected.
JinAh should be pleased.
> Justin: Return to playing sick chords on the guitar.
Perhaps this will make you forget that WILL LARSEN THINKS YOU WANTED TO ASK HIM OUT.
> Be the other Asian.
You are now JinAh. You are running down the highway, screaming your love for Katie Holmes to the cars passing by.
> No, the other other Asian.
You are now Vi.
> Vi: See if JinAh has returned from shenaniganing.
You are not even sure if that is a word. But you oblige and find out that indeed she is not back from whatever she is doing.
> Pester other chum.
|PESTERLOG| astronomicalArithmetic [AA] started pestering rottenRealist [RR] at 12:35 PM AA: Hi. RR: Hi AA: Have you talked to JinAh recently? RR: no AA: I need to set her up on sburb but she does not appear to be here. RR: oh that RR: need to get that disc back from evan AA: ... why does he have it? RR: no idea RR: i think RR: i’m going to back to sleep AA: xD AA: Okay. AA: It looks like JinAh’s back, anyway.
> Vi: Pester client player.
|PESTERLOG| AA: You’re back~ AC: Yup AC: man AC: I hate AC: highways AA: ... AC: Anyways,[glow=red,2,300]i HAVE ..,,. the SBURB disc [/glow] AA: Awesome. AA: Okay I’m pretty sure I set up the server properly. AA: See if you can connect to it. AC: Yup! AC: I pressed enter! AC: Can you seee meeeeee? AA: Yes. AA: JinAh, your room is disgracefully messy. AA: Are those screws? AC: Probably
> Vi: Tidy up player client’s terribly messy room.
|PESTERLOG| AC: Vi what are you doing AA: Cleaning up. AC: Ugh Vi AC: Can you deploy the alchemiter and stuff first?
> Vi: Alrighty, deploy the alchemiter.
You drag the huge device out of the registry and put it in the middle of JinAh’s room. Thankfully, it appears to be free, along with the other INSTRUMENTS OF DUBIOUS USE.
|PESTERLOG| AA: Okay, now all you have to do is... AA: Well, I’m not exactly sure xD AA: Just experiment with it for now but don’t do anything stupid AC: bahaha okay I’ll try AC: I already saw Smo do her stuff AC: So that should help
Hold all the horses, you’re being pestered by someone else!
|PESTERLOG| RR: vi RR: hey AA: Hi Rachel! RR: hi so basically i lost the sburb thing RR: or whatever it’s called AA: xD try and find it then! AA: We need to get you into the game. RR: ugh okay rottenRealist [RR] ceased pestering astronomicalArithmetic [AA] at 12:51 PM
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Post by JinAh on Dec 14, 2011 15:44:06 GMT -6
> Vi: Be the mysterious girl you were just chatting with.
A sleepy, brown-haired girl slumps in her chair. As is previously stated, she is in the state of a SEVERE LACK OF SBURB DISC.
What was her name again?
> Enter name.
She doesn’t have time for this kind of foolishness. Or the energy. She stayed up half the night playing Dragon Age, what do you expect?
> Try again.
Yeah.
==>
Your name is RACHEL. You are sort of obsessed with COMICS and CAPTAIN AMERICA AND IRON MAN are your ONE TRUE PAIRING / ONE TRUE PAIN. Gosh they are so cute. You love reading, and you read ALL THE GENRES. All of them. You are a LAZY BUTT and are very prone to procrastinating. It is almost as if you are stuck in procrastination, stuck, if you will, in a way which possibly borders on the titular. Your room is CLEAN half of the time and the other half it looks like an UNHOLY GODAWFUL PIGSTY. You occasionally play some video games, like POKEMON. You are sort of obsessed with it.
Your chumhandle is rottenRealist [RR] and you type in maroon.
What will you do?
> Rachel: Walk like an Egyptian and spread Nutella on your Nintendo DS.
Wow, that is just about the stupidest thing you have ever heard. No way would you let anything that is not your lips, fingers, or stylus touch your DS.
> Rachel: Go to sleep.
That sounds like an excellent idea. Unfortunately, one of your chums is pestering you.
|PESTERLOG| casuallyArtistical [CA] began pestering rottenRealist [RR] at 1:04 PM CA: Rachellllll RR: hi CA: doooo you have your disc now? RR: no CA: SO has the server copy and she can be your server player! CA: but if you don’t have the disc I dunno what to do ... CA: oh! CA: can you get to Adam’s house?? CA: I think he’s getting a copy of it in the mail today RR: i think so CA: sweet ok CA: see ya gurlll! RR: k casuallyArtistical [CA] ceased pestering rottenRealist [RR] at 1:11 PM
As much as you want to sleep, you are probably going to have to go on over to Adam’s house to get Sburb. What a drag!
> Rachel: Go to Adam’s house.
He actually doesn’t live very close to you, but you walk there anyway because you have all the time in the world. Also poetic license so really you can do whatever the hell you want.
> Rachel: Walk and fantasize about Cap and Iron Man sloppy makeouts.
You squee like a devoted fangirl! Cap/Iron Man is totally your One True Pain. You will run to the ends of the earth for this ship. A world without Captain America and Iron Man would be a sad, sad world indeed.
> Rachel: Arrive at FP’s house.
Finally! You arrive at the doorstep. Adam must have known you were coming, because there is a maroon-colored Sburb disc inside an envelope! Sweet catch! You also wonder how busy he could be so that he couldn’t even answer the door. He is probably doing something ridiculous.
Hold on, what are those? You spy a pair of pink and purple Barbie roller skates behind a potted plant. Suddenly, you know what you need to do.
> Rachel: Captchalogue Sburb disc, and get those roller skates on your feet ASAP.
You are now pimpin!!! Plus you can get home about five times faster now! Then you can sleep. Or not because you need to download the game and be a server/client for some mysterious, unnamed people from whom we have not heard yet.
> Rachel: Rollerblade home.
Awesome.
You go upstairs and stick the disc into your laptop. IT IS TIME! You load the game and it plays pretty music.
ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering rottenRealist [RR] at 1:57 PM |PESTERLOG| AC: Do you have the disc? RR: yeah RR: i’m downloading it right now AC: Great!! I’m pretty sure SO is your server player RR: what does that mean AC: Basically she watches you and builds stuff for you and helps you out in the game. AC: I’m gonna go bother her and see if she has it yet AC: Try and be productive? xD RR: hahahaha RR: i doubt it RR: i’ll try
Well, now Sburb has almost completely loaded. You don’t want to start on it just yet... in fact, right now seems like a perfect time for a nap!
> Rachel: Retire to your chambers.
You hit the sack and are out cold. No further narration on your part is needed.
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