Post by JinAh on Dec 14, 2011 16:21:46 GMT -6
> Rachel: Be your server player.
A small, dark-haired girl sits in her room. She appears to be ASLEEP. Why is everyone sleeping???
> Be the last girl.
You are now one of the two UNSEEN GIRLS.
> Examine girl and room.
A girl sits in a fairly messy room. She is currently poring over a WEIGHTY TOME. You are sure that she is a very serious, intellectual type of girl. Not the type to goof around.
Her name is ... her name is ... you could have sworn you knew this one ...
> Enter name.
That’s a pretty silly name! It’s not hers, though it’s pretty funny that you said Gallifreyan, considering that the Doctor is from there, and ohmyGOSH he is so cool!
> Try again, before you forget what you were talking about.
That’s right! ^^
==>
Your name is CHARLOTTE. You love SINGING and are very good at it. You love DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER and other geeky British things. You are an amateur narrator of BRITISH SCIFI/FANTASY NOVELS. You room is in the BASEMENT and is what you call a NEATLY ORGANIZED MESS. Seemingly scattered about are various LITERARY PARAPHERNALIA, and PRETTY THINGS are duct-taped on your wall in NO PARTICULAR FASHION. You will eat anything except RAISIN BRAN. You live FAR AWAY, so you use your BARELY SURVIVING COMPUTER to connect with the OUTSIDE WORLD. And sometimes, when it seems intriguing enough, you will play COMPUTER GAMES with friends.
Your chumhandle is geekyAnglophile [GA] and you type in goldenrod.
What will you do?
> Charlotte: Trumpet like an elephant and do the macarena.
Um, sure! Why not? You elephant trumpet has always needed work, though.
> Charlotte: Stare at picture of David Tennant.
You do so willingly. He is being THE DOCTOR in this picture, with his dashingly attractive haircut and his long ... brown ... trench coat ...
That is ... a very nice coat.
> Charlotte: Continue to stare at coat.
You would like to do so, but one of your chums appears to be pestering you. You’d better check what it is! You rarely get to see your friends now that you live several hundred miles away from them.
|PESTERLOG}
ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering geekyAnglophile [GA] at 2:03 PM
AC: Looooo!
GA: Jin Ah!
GA: :D Hello!
AC: What’s up?
GA: Nothing much at the moment, actually.
GA: The rest of my family went on some kind of picnic, but I was feeling sick, so I stayed home.
AC: awwww D:
GA: I’m feeling a lot better now, though!
AC: That’s good!
AC: Do you have Sburb?
GA: I do! actually, it’s somewhere in my room and I have to find it.
GA: But I know I have it!
AC: Great
AC: Could you install it when you find it?
AC: Because we have a few more people to get into the game
AC: and I have to build Sonia a lot of stairs and stuff.
GA: will do :)
> Charlotte: Look for your Sburb disc.
You rummage around in your shelf which holds a large amount of books and other stuff you like. You could have sworn you left it right here, between these two Dickens novels! Goodness, where could it have gone?
> Charlotte: Ask Mr. Tennant, for he has all the answers.
Alas, he does not say anything. But you can almost hear him in your mind talking about how the disc could have been involved in wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff.
Thank you, Doctor. Your knowledge is immaculate.
Despite this, you are very very sure you had it over here. It is probably behind all these books. You should move that really big dictionary right there. Maybe if you just... flip it...
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=green,2,300]t u r n w a y s ….....[/glow][/shadow]
COOL!! There’s the disc, right where you last left it. The CD slip is a goldenrod yellow, just like your Pesterchum text. You love how these things magically work out that way.
> Charlotte: Load disc and prepare for awesome!
Well, you sure hope it’s awesome! After all, if all your friends are playing it, it must be quality.
> Charlotte: Pester JinAh while the game loads.
You go ahead and do so. Maybe she can tell you why this game is so outrageously wonderful.
|PESTERLOG|
GA: So, what exactly is “SBURB”? What do you do in it? Are dragons involved?
You wait several minutes, but there is no answer. This troubles you. You are afraid that some AWFUL HAPPENSTANCE might have occurred to her during the brief period you were away from your computer and searching for the SBURB disc. Deep down, such thoughts seem ridiculous, but you find yourself worrying about them nonetheless. You decide to pester some other chum who is relatively closer to where she lives.
|PESTERLOG|
geekyAnglophile [GA] began pestering casuallyArtistic [CA] at 2:10 PM
GA: Sonia! Are you there?
CA: oh hey Charlotte!
CA: what’s up?
GA: Um, hi! Do you know if Jin Ah’s okay?
GA: She’s not really responding right now and I’m afraid a pterodactyl might have carried her off or something. That would be bad.
CA: uhh. I think she should be fine!!!
CA: she SHOULD be making stairs for me!
CA: that sounds really dumb
CA: honestly I don’t know cause I am frantically trying to figure out this ridiculous alchemization thing
CA: but she won’t answer :C
GA: Aw man! That’s foreboding!
GA: ...
GA: Er.
Her words puzzle you.
SBURB SUCCESSFULLY DOWNLOADED.
Awesome!
> Cheerfully and excitedly click the “RUN” button...
...which doesn’t exist. Curse you, Ubuntu!
> Go look up instructions for running software on Ubuntu.
This is going to take a while.
> Be the GIRL WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE KIDNAPPED BY A PTERODACTYL.
You are currently running around your house doing silly things so that Vi will laugh at you.
> JinAh: Ride around on a broomstick! You are Harry Potter. He is you.
You mount your broomstick. Ah yes, you can almost feel the Golden Snitch in your palm! You run around like a crazed old cat lady in your kitchen. Thank goodness the rest of your family isn’t home.
|PESTERLOG|
AC: Vi
AC: Are you laughing yet
AA: . . . No.
AA: Aren’t you supposed to be figuring out how to work the alchemiter?
AC: But Viiiiiii it’s boooooooooooooooooooooring
AA: xD bad excuse. Hey, is Charlotte in the game yet?
AC: I think so. She is probably loading it.
AA: Okay, because she’s my server.
AA: I’ll bother her about it later.
AC: Augh okaaaayyy
> Strap your chemistry book to the ceiling fan and watch it dieeeeee!!!
This is just about the best idea you have had all day. Wow, that chemistry textbook sure is dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. Stupid stupid dumb. You jump up on a chair and sit the textbook on the fan.
> Turn on the fan
You turn on the fan.
It falls off and clonks you on the head. Gravity, thou art a heartless fiend.
> JinAh: Enough of this asinine tomfoolery! Go and be someone else already.
You are now Sonia.
> Sonia: Deploy punch designix.
You can’t do that right now! Only your server player can do that.
> Sonia: Pester server player.
|PESTERLOG|
CA: JinAh JinAh JinAh!
AC: Ow
AC: What
AC: My head really hurts
CA: ??? o_o
AC: My chemistry textbook dropped on it
CA: ...
AC: yeah anyway
AC: what’s up?
CA: I need you to deploy the punch designix thingyyyy!
AC: okay
> Sonia: React in awe to punch designix.
Dang, this thing is kind of huge! Now we have to start getting technical here. Let’s see, what do you have captchalogued?
> Stick a captchalogue card with your Scott Pilrgim poster in the designix, and type in the captchalogue code.
The machine makes a bunch of freaky sounds and then it spits out the card with a bunch of holes in it! What the heck? You sure hope you’re doing this right.
> Stick the punched card into the totem lathe.
Nothing happens. Of course! You didn’t put in a cruxite dowel, silly.
> Acquire cruxite dowel from cruxtruder.
With this object in hand, you are ready to continue your alchemization! Yeah!!
> Clamp cruxite dowel firmly in the Totem Lathe.
The lathe makes a carved cruxite dowel. You take the dowel as you eagerly await the creation.
> Insert the dowel into the Alchemiter
SUPER MYSTICAL ALCHEMY POWERS GO! A carbon copy of the Scott Pilgrim poster is created. Sweet, man! You can never have too many Scott Pilgrim posters.
> Hold the poster above your head and try to parachute with it.
Yes. This is such a good idea! Paper thin posters can totally hold the weight of teenage girls, everyone knows that.
WAIT NO STOP THAT WAS A JOKE
> Flop down onto the couch in disappointment.
Wow, this really sucks!! You always wanted to be a parachuting ninja. It was on your Bucket List. Oh well, another pipe dream down the, uhh. Pipe, you guess.
> Be BILLY THE JACKRABBIT
BILLY THE JACKRABBIT is a being of immeasurable power. You could never hope to be someone as badass as him. He is simply the most badass there is.
A small, dark-haired girl sits in her room. She appears to be ASLEEP. Why is everyone sleeping???
> Be the last girl.
You are now one of the two UNSEEN GIRLS.
> Examine girl and room.
A girl sits in a fairly messy room. She is currently poring over a WEIGHTY TOME. You are sure that she is a very serious, intellectual type of girl. Not the type to goof around.
Her name is ... her name is ... you could have sworn you knew this one ...
> Enter name.
That’s a pretty silly name! It’s not hers, though it’s pretty funny that you said Gallifreyan, considering that the Doctor is from there, and ohmyGOSH he is so cool!
> Try again, before you forget what you were talking about.
That’s right! ^^
==>
Your name is CHARLOTTE. You love SINGING and are very good at it. You love DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER and other geeky British things. You are an amateur narrator of BRITISH SCIFI/FANTASY NOVELS. You room is in the BASEMENT and is what you call a NEATLY ORGANIZED MESS. Seemingly scattered about are various LITERARY PARAPHERNALIA, and PRETTY THINGS are duct-taped on your wall in NO PARTICULAR FASHION. You will eat anything except RAISIN BRAN. You live FAR AWAY, so you use your BARELY SURVIVING COMPUTER to connect with the OUTSIDE WORLD. And sometimes, when it seems intriguing enough, you will play COMPUTER GAMES with friends.
Your chumhandle is geekyAnglophile [GA] and you type in goldenrod.
What will you do?
> Charlotte: Trumpet like an elephant and do the macarena.
Um, sure! Why not? You elephant trumpet has always needed work, though.
> Charlotte: Stare at picture of David Tennant.
You do so willingly. He is being THE DOCTOR in this picture, with his dashingly attractive haircut and his long ... brown ... trench coat ...
That is ... a very nice coat.
> Charlotte: Continue to stare at coat.
You would like to do so, but one of your chums appears to be pestering you. You’d better check what it is! You rarely get to see your friends now that you live several hundred miles away from them.
|PESTERLOG}
ardentlyCapitulating [AC] began pestering geekyAnglophile [GA] at 2:03 PM
AC: Looooo!
GA: Jin Ah!
GA: :D Hello!
AC: What’s up?
GA: Nothing much at the moment, actually.
GA: The rest of my family went on some kind of picnic, but I was feeling sick, so I stayed home.
AC: awwww D:
GA: I’m feeling a lot better now, though!
AC: That’s good!
AC: Do you have Sburb?
GA: I do! actually, it’s somewhere in my room and I have to find it.
GA: But I know I have it!
AC: Great
AC: Could you install it when you find it?
AC: Because we have a few more people to get into the game
AC: and I have to build Sonia a lot of stairs and stuff.
GA: will do :)
> Charlotte: Look for your Sburb disc.
You rummage around in your shelf which holds a large amount of books and other stuff you like. You could have sworn you left it right here, between these two Dickens novels! Goodness, where could it have gone?
> Charlotte: Ask Mr. Tennant, for he has all the answers.
Alas, he does not say anything. But you can almost hear him in your mind talking about how the disc could have been involved in wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff.
Thank you, Doctor. Your knowledge is immaculate.
Despite this, you are very very sure you had it over here. It is probably behind all these books. You should move that really big dictionary right there. Maybe if you just... flip it...
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=green,2,300]t u r n w a y s ….....[/glow][/shadow]
COOL!! There’s the disc, right where you last left it. The CD slip is a goldenrod yellow, just like your Pesterchum text. You love how these things magically work out that way.
> Charlotte: Load disc and prepare for awesome!
Well, you sure hope it’s awesome! After all, if all your friends are playing it, it must be quality.
> Charlotte: Pester JinAh while the game loads.
You go ahead and do so. Maybe she can tell you why this game is so outrageously wonderful.
|PESTERLOG|
GA: So, what exactly is “SBURB”? What do you do in it? Are dragons involved?
You wait several minutes, but there is no answer. This troubles you. You are afraid that some AWFUL HAPPENSTANCE might have occurred to her during the brief period you were away from your computer and searching for the SBURB disc. Deep down, such thoughts seem ridiculous, but you find yourself worrying about them nonetheless. You decide to pester some other chum who is relatively closer to where she lives.
|PESTERLOG|
geekyAnglophile [GA] began pestering casuallyArtistic [CA] at 2:10 PM
GA: Sonia! Are you there?
CA: oh hey Charlotte!
CA: what’s up?
GA: Um, hi! Do you know if Jin Ah’s okay?
GA: She’s not really responding right now and I’m afraid a pterodactyl might have carried her off or something. That would be bad.
CA: uhh. I think she should be fine!!!
CA: she SHOULD be making stairs for me!
CA: that sounds really dumb
CA: honestly I don’t know cause I am frantically trying to figure out this ridiculous alchemization thing
CA: but she won’t answer :C
GA: Aw man! That’s foreboding!
GA: ...
GA: Er.
Her words puzzle you.
SBURB SUCCESSFULLY DOWNLOADED.
Awesome!
> Cheerfully and excitedly click the “RUN” button...
...which doesn’t exist. Curse you, Ubuntu!
> Go look up instructions for running software on Ubuntu.
This is going to take a while.
> Be the GIRL WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE KIDNAPPED BY A PTERODACTYL.
You are currently running around your house doing silly things so that Vi will laugh at you.
> JinAh: Ride around on a broomstick! You are Harry Potter. He is you.
You mount your broomstick. Ah yes, you can almost feel the Golden Snitch in your palm! You run around like a crazed old cat lady in your kitchen. Thank goodness the rest of your family isn’t home.
|PESTERLOG|
AC: Vi
AC: Are you laughing yet
AA: . . . No.
AA: Aren’t you supposed to be figuring out how to work the alchemiter?
AC: But Viiiiiii it’s boooooooooooooooooooooring
AA: xD bad excuse. Hey, is Charlotte in the game yet?
AC: I think so. She is probably loading it.
AA: Okay, because she’s my server.
AA: I’ll bother her about it later.
AC: Augh okaaaayyy
> Strap your chemistry book to the ceiling fan and watch it dieeeeee!!!
This is just about the best idea you have had all day. Wow, that chemistry textbook sure is dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. Stupid stupid dumb. You jump up on a chair and sit the textbook on the fan.
> Turn on the fan
You turn on the fan.
It falls off and clonks you on the head. Gravity, thou art a heartless fiend.
> JinAh: Enough of this asinine tomfoolery! Go and be someone else already.
You are now Sonia.
> Sonia: Deploy punch designix.
You can’t do that right now! Only your server player can do that.
> Sonia: Pester server player.
|PESTERLOG|
CA: JinAh JinAh JinAh!
AC: Ow
AC: What
AC: My head really hurts
CA: ??? o_o
AC: My chemistry textbook dropped on it
CA: ...
AC: yeah anyway
AC: what’s up?
CA: I need you to deploy the punch designix thingyyyy!
AC: okay
> Sonia: React in awe to punch designix.
Dang, this thing is kind of huge! Now we have to start getting technical here. Let’s see, what do you have captchalogued?
> Stick a captchalogue card with your Scott Pilrgim poster in the designix, and type in the captchalogue code.
The machine makes a bunch of freaky sounds and then it spits out the card with a bunch of holes in it! What the heck? You sure hope you’re doing this right.
> Stick the punched card into the totem lathe.
Nothing happens. Of course! You didn’t put in a cruxite dowel, silly.
> Acquire cruxite dowel from cruxtruder.
With this object in hand, you are ready to continue your alchemization! Yeah!!
> Clamp cruxite dowel firmly in the Totem Lathe.
The lathe makes a carved cruxite dowel. You take the dowel as you eagerly await the creation.
> Insert the dowel into the Alchemiter
SUPER MYSTICAL ALCHEMY POWERS GO! A carbon copy of the Scott Pilgrim poster is created. Sweet, man! You can never have too many Scott Pilgrim posters.
> Hold the poster above your head and try to parachute with it.
Yes. This is such a good idea! Paper thin posters can totally hold the weight of teenage girls, everyone knows that.
WAIT NO STOP THAT WAS A JOKE
> Flop down onto the couch in disappointment.
Wow, this really sucks!! You always wanted to be a parachuting ninja. It was on your Bucket List. Oh well, another pipe dream down the, uhh. Pipe, you guess.
> Be BILLY THE JACKRABBIT
BILLY THE JACKRABBIT is a being of immeasurable power. You could never hope to be someone as badass as him. He is simply the most badass there is.
