Saviours of the Waking World - Homestuck RP (co-GMed by Revolverwolf)
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Alright, we are go! All the players who signed up (SamuelT, Link_to_Past, Lycan, Heart of Darkness, Zirat, Voukras, OneSevenOne and I Don't Know) are accepted, so go on ahead and get started.
For the first part - up until you enter the Medium - you basically have free reign over the RP for yourself, unless you decide to pester one of your chums. The GMs won't really take an active role in the story until the players begin playing SBURB, so feel free to lollygag about your house and get up to whatever wacky shenanegans you want until you decide you're ready to connect to the game.
A couple of things to note: though the introductory posts were in second-person, the rest of the RP shall be played out in third-person, like most other RPs on the site. Also, if you ever feel like an image would help to illustrate a scene better than words would, then by all means feel free to throw one in.
Now that that's all done and said, let's kick this ***** down the stairs!
For the first part - up until you enter the Medium - you basically have free reign over the RP for yourself, unless you decide to pester one of your chums. The GMs won't really take an active role in the story until the players begin playing SBURB, so feel free to lollygag about your house and get up to whatever wacky shenanegans you want until you decide you're ready to connect to the game.
A couple of things to note: though the introductory posts were in second-person, the rest of the RP shall be played out in third-person, like most other RPs on the site. Also, if you ever feel like an image would help to illustrate a scene better than words would, then by all means feel free to throw one in.
Now that that's all done and said, let's kick this ***** down the stairs!
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Jeffrey shakes his head at such a comment. What would ever possess someone to do such a thing? It's brutal, it's horrible, it's--
The sound of the Pesterchum chat client rouses Jeffrey from his thoughts. Looks like Amber and Mark are pestering him. He answers Amber first:
Jeffrey sighs. It's never fun to talk with friends and have them leave you. He continues on moping until he remembers about Mark.
With that, Jeffrey sighs. He has nothing to do until his copy of SBURB arrives in the mail. He walks over to his window, and looks outside: dark clouds have begun to pile up, and the day looks like it'll be a miserable one. A perfect day to sit inside and play video games, if he even liked them in the first place. Oh well, might as well grab an umbrella to go get the mail--
"Goddammit!" Jeffrey yelled as he accidentally allocated his STRIFE SPECIBUS to PARASOLKIND. "Why on earth did I do this. These things are worthless as weapons." As he hung his head in shame, he heard a car door slam in the driveway--his aunt had returned home, and gone was his chance to check his mail for the game. The only way to get it from her now was to fight her for it--she was batshit insane, liking PLAYS written by the ENGLISH BARD, whom Jeffrey considered to be THE WORST PLAYWRIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, and anyone who liked him was certainly insane and impossible to get through. Not to mention she collected SHAKESPEARE MEMORABILIA OF ALL KINDS, making her house a nightmare to traverse. That, and she usually ended up shredding his mail. Jeffrey had every desire to kick this ***** down a set of stairs.
But that'll have to wait, as Amber and Neil are pestering him again.
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Kick this ***** down the stairs.Jeffrey shakes his head at such a comment. What would ever possess someone to do such a thing? It's brutal, it's horrible, it's--
The sound of the Pesterchum chat client rouses Jeffrey from his thoughts. Looks like Amber and Mark are pestering him. He answers Amber first:
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 13:51 --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 15:03 --
FA: ---O HELLO you.
VP: -- hey; -]
VP: -- what's up; -]
FA: ---O nothing MUCH.
FA: ---O Saw you CHANGED your QUIRK.
VP: -- what do you mean; -]
VP: -- i always had this quirk; -]
FA: ---O Oh YEAH. Whoops.
FA: ---O SORRY.
VP: -- it's okay; -]
VP: -- you can be absent minded like -]
FA: ---O KINDA sometimes. Yeah.
VP: -- what now; -]
VP: -- oh, right, i stopped mid-sentence; -]
VP: -- absent-minded like me; -]
FA: ---O Heheheh well usually it's YOU instead of ME.
VP: -- well, yeah; -]
FA: ---O did you TALK to LOON lately?
VP: -- yeah, i did; -]
VP: -- not really about anything much; -]
VP: -- just this game; -]
VP: -- i can't believe you guys finally talked me into playing this; -]
FA: ---O oh YOU and your GAMES.
VP: -- what games; -]
VP: -- i don't like games; -]
VP: -- but you guys wouldn't stop hounding me about it; -]
FA: ---O i know! SO it FINALLY HAPPENED?
FA: ---O You AGREED?
VP: -- yeah, i did; -]
FA: ---O YESSSS
VP: -- i don't have the disk yet -]
VP: -- but i think it's coming in the mail today; -]
FA: ---O i don
FA: ---O oopos
FA: ---O well, i don't think mine is COMING any time SOON.
FA: ---O england always has later DATES.'
VP: -- really; -]
FA: ---O yeah
VP: -- i thought it would've been released simultaneously; -]
VP: -- that kinda sucks; -]
FA: ---O well i'm letting it ship in from AMERICA though.
FA: ---O it MIGHT be EARLIER than EVERYONE ELSE!=D
VP: -- in england; -]
FA: ---O yes in england
VP: -- okay just making that clear; -]
FA: ---O good that this THING has been made CLEAR then.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- wouldn't want anyone to get confused; -]
FA: ---O like YOU would get CONFUSED.
VP: -- it's happened more than once before; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- oh wait, was that sarcasm; -]
FA: ---O :|
VP: -- you were being sincere; -]
FA: ---O I WAS
VP: -- ah; -]
VP: -- now i feel like a jerk; -]
FA: ---O aawh don't
VP: -- why; -]
VP: -- i do; -]
FA: ---O because i don't invite jerks to play games with me
VP: -- =D -]
VP: -- thanks; -]
FA: ---O heheheh
VP: -- but i'm still not gonna be able to play with you for a few days; -]
FA: ---O :O Why NOT?
VP: -- because you're shipping the game? -]
FA: ---O well YEAH. but when i GET IT i
FA: ---O am going to PLAY IT immediately.
VP: -- of course; -]
FA: ---O i hope the REST will get it at the SAME TIME
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- i'd be a little annoyed if i was the first one to get the game; -]
FA: ---O OH MAN
FA: ---O that would be AWESOME
VP: -- why do you say that; -]
VP: -- i didn't even want to do this originally; -]
FA: ---O thats WHY
VP: -- *rolls eyes* -]
FA: ---O bluh bluh ;D
FA: ---O but my mum just got home
FA: ---O i think im going for a MOMENT
VP: -- alright; -]
VP: -- i'll talk to you later; -]
FA: ---O INDEED
FA: ---O bye
VP: -- bye; -]
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 15:21 --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 15:03 --
FA: ---O HELLO you.
VP: -- hey; -]
VP: -- what's up; -]
FA: ---O nothing MUCH.
FA: ---O Saw you CHANGED your QUIRK.
VP: -- what do you mean; -]
VP: -- i always had this quirk; -]
FA: ---O Oh YEAH. Whoops.
FA: ---O SORRY.
VP: -- it's okay; -]
VP: -- you can be absent minded like -]
FA: ---O KINDA sometimes. Yeah.
VP: -- what now; -]
VP: -- oh, right, i stopped mid-sentence; -]
VP: -- absent-minded like me; -]
FA: ---O Heheheh well usually it's YOU instead of ME.
VP: -- well, yeah; -]
FA: ---O did you TALK to LOON lately?
VP: -- yeah, i did; -]
VP: -- not really about anything much; -]
VP: -- just this game; -]
VP: -- i can't believe you guys finally talked me into playing this; -]
FA: ---O oh YOU and your GAMES.
VP: -- what games; -]
VP: -- i don't like games; -]
VP: -- but you guys wouldn't stop hounding me about it; -]
FA: ---O i know! SO it FINALLY HAPPENED?
FA: ---O You AGREED?
VP: -- yeah, i did; -]
FA: ---O YESSSS
VP: -- i don't have the disk yet -]
VP: -- but i think it's coming in the mail today; -]
FA: ---O i don
FA: ---O oopos
FA: ---O well, i don't think mine is COMING any time SOON.
FA: ---O england always has later DATES.'
VP: -- really; -]
FA: ---O yeah
VP: -- i thought it would've been released simultaneously; -]
VP: -- that kinda sucks; -]
FA: ---O well i'm letting it ship in from AMERICA though.
FA: ---O it MIGHT be EARLIER than EVERYONE ELSE!=D
VP: -- in england; -]
FA: ---O yes in england
VP: -- okay just making that clear; -]
FA: ---O good that this THING has been made CLEAR then.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- wouldn't want anyone to get confused; -]
FA: ---O like YOU would get CONFUSED.
VP: -- it's happened more than once before; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- oh wait, was that sarcasm; -]
FA: ---O :|
VP: -- you were being sincere; -]
FA: ---O I WAS
VP: -- ah; -]
VP: -- now i feel like a jerk; -]
FA: ---O aawh don't
VP: -- why; -]
VP: -- i do; -]
FA: ---O because i don't invite jerks to play games with me
VP: -- =D -]
VP: -- thanks; -]
FA: ---O heheheh
VP: -- but i'm still not gonna be able to play with you for a few days; -]
FA: ---O :O Why NOT?
VP: -- because you're shipping the game? -]
FA: ---O well YEAH. but when i GET IT i
FA: ---O am going to PLAY IT immediately.
VP: -- of course; -]
FA: ---O i hope the REST will get it at the SAME TIME
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- i'd be a little annoyed if i was the first one to get the game; -]
FA: ---O OH MAN
FA: ---O that would be AWESOME
VP: -- why do you say that; -]
VP: -- i didn't even want to do this originally; -]
FA: ---O thats WHY
VP: -- *rolls eyes* -]
FA: ---O bluh bluh ;D
FA: ---O but my mum just got home
FA: ---O i think im going for a MOMENT
VP: -- alright; -]
VP: -- i'll talk to you later; -]
FA: ---O INDEED
FA: ---O bye
VP: -- bye; -]
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 15:21 --
Jeffrey sighs. It's never fun to talk with friends and have them leave you. He continues on moping until he remembers about Mark.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 16:08 --
CL: Heey Broo.
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- what's going on; -]
CL: AAmbeer toold mee thaat my peersuuaasiivee caajoohliing waays suuckeed yoouu iitnoo plaayiing thee gaamee.
CL: AAnd noothiing muuch maan.
CL: AAt aall.
CL: II aam quuiitee liiteeraally siittiing oon my aass dyiing oof booreedoom.
CL: Caan't waaiit too geet thee gaamee staarteed.
VP: -- i'm still waiting for it to come; -]
CL: Thee maanuuaal maakees thiis looook liikee thee beest fuuckiing gaamee eeveer.
VP: -- oh really; -]
CL: YEEaah,AAmbeer's haaviing thee saamee proobleem.
CL: Yeeaah,yoouu reeaad iit?
VP: -- not really; -]
VP: -- you know that i'm basically just winging it at this point; -]
VP: -- my disc should be coming today, though; -]
CL: Faaiir eenoouugh maan.
CL: Soo wee suusseed oouut oouur chaaiin yeet>?
VP: -- we need to do a chain? -]
CL: OOr aam II goonnaa haavee too eexplaaiin iit too yoouu liikee II diid too AAmbeer?
CL: Daang iit.
VP: -- i guess you need to start explaining, then; -]
CL: Soo diistiilleed,iimaagiineed iit;s juust yoouu,mee aand AAmbeer plaayiign tyhee gaamee.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: AA chaaiin iis whoo coonneects too whoo too staart thee gaamee aas thee seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Soo foor iinstaancee Maark->AAmbeer->
CL: Jeeffreey
CL: brb
VP: -- great; -]
CL: -Baack
CL: OOkaay
CL: AAnywaay,-> meeaans whoo iis thee seerveer plaayeer.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: Thee seerveer plaayeer beeiing thee peersoon thaat briings yoouu iin.
CL: Laays doown yoouur eequuiipmeent.
VP: -- no, i get that; -]
CL: AAnd caan throow shiit aaroouund iin yoouur hoouusee.
CL: AAs weell aas buuiild iit uup wiill thee griist yoouu'll aacquuiiree.
VP: -- no, i know that; -]
VP: -- you already explained that to me the other day; -]
CL: Theen,thee uuseer plaayeer,whiich iis coonneecteed too by thee seerveer plaayeer,wiill theen seerveer plaayeer aanootheer uuseer.
CL: II diid?
VP: -- yeah, you did; -]
CL: Shiit my braaiin iisn't woorkiing theesee daays,
CL: Daammiit.
VP: -- you just didn't explain the chain; -]
CL: II'm geettiing yoouu aand AAmbeer muuiixeed.
CL: OOkaay,soo thee chaaiin iis thuus.
CL: Seerveer plaayeer coonneects too uuseer plaayeer.
CL: UUseer plaauueer coonneects aas seerveer plaayeer too aanootheer uuseer plaayeer.
VP: -- so, in this example -]
CL: Thaat uuseer plaayeer coonneects too thee ooriigiiniiaal seerveer plaayeer,whoo thee n beecoomees aa uuseer plaayeer.
CL: AAnd thaat's thee chaaiin doonee.
VP: -- you'd be amber's server player; -]
CL: Yeep.
VP: -- amber'd be mine -]
VP: -- and then i'd be yours; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Yeep.
CL: OOkaay soo wee'ree aall gooood oon thiis suubjeect?
CL: Gooood wiith aall thee meechaaniics soo faar?
VP: -- i would suppose so, yes; -]
CL: Gooood,seeee yoouu wheen yoouu'ree coopy aarriivees maan.
CL: My muum's freeaakiing oouut aat mee,.
CL: soo II goottaa goo.
VP: -- alright, see ya; -]
CL: byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 16:15 --
-- creativeLoon [CL] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
CL: Heey Broo.
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- what's going on; -]
CL: AAmbeer toold mee thaat my peersuuaasiivee caajoohliing waays suuckeed yoouu iitnoo plaayiing thee gaamee.
CL: AAnd noothiing muuch maan.
CL: AAt aall.
CL: II aam quuiitee liiteeraally siittiing oon my aass dyiing oof booreedoom.
CL: Caan't waaiit too geet thee gaamee staarteed.
VP: -- i'm still waiting for it to come; -]
CL: Thee maanuuaal maakees thiis looook liikee thee beest fuuckiing gaamee eeveer.
VP: -- oh really; -]
CL: YEEaah,AAmbeer's haaviing thee saamee proobleem.
CL: Yeeaah,yoouu reeaad iit?
VP: -- not really; -]
VP: -- you know that i'm basically just winging it at this point; -]
VP: -- my disc should be coming today, though; -]
CL: Faaiir eenoouugh maan.
CL: Soo wee suusseed oouut oouur chaaiin yeet>?
VP: -- we need to do a chain? -]
CL: OOr aam II goonnaa haavee too eexplaaiin iit too yoouu liikee II diid too AAmbeer?
CL: Daang iit.
VP: -- i guess you need to start explaining, then; -]
CL: Soo diistiilleed,iimaagiineed iit;s juust yoouu,mee aand AAmbeer plaayiign tyhee gaamee.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: AA chaaiin iis whoo coonneects too whoo too staart thee gaamee aas thee seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Soo foor iinstaancee Maark->AAmbeer->
CL: Jeeffreey
CL: brb
VP: -- great; -]
CL: -Baack
CL: OOkaay
CL: AAnywaay,-> meeaans whoo iis thee seerveer plaayeer.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: Thee seerveer plaayeer beeiing thee peersoon thaat briings yoouu iin.
CL: Laays doown yoouur eequuiipmeent.
VP: -- no, i get that; -]
CL: AAnd caan throow shiit aaroouund iin yoouur hoouusee.
CL: AAs weell aas buuiild iit uup wiill thee griist yoouu'll aacquuiiree.
VP: -- no, i know that; -]
VP: -- you already explained that to me the other day; -]
CL: Theen,thee uuseer plaayeer,whiich iis coonneecteed too by thee seerveer plaayeer,wiill theen seerveer plaayeer aanootheer uuseer.
CL: II diid?
VP: -- yeah, you did; -]
CL: Shiit my braaiin iisn't woorkiing theesee daays,
CL: Daammiit.
VP: -- you just didn't explain the chain; -]
CL: II'm geettiing yoouu aand AAmbeer muuiixeed.
CL: OOkaay,soo thee chaaiin iis thuus.
CL: Seerveer plaayeer coonneects too uuseer plaayeer.
CL: UUseer plaauueer coonneects aas seerveer plaayeer too aanootheer uuseer plaayeer.
VP: -- so, in this example -]
CL: Thaat uuseer plaayeer coonneects too thee ooriigiiniiaal seerveer plaayeer,whoo thee n beecoomees aa uuseer plaayeer.
CL: AAnd thaat's thee chaaiin doonee.
VP: -- you'd be amber's server player; -]
CL: Yeep.
VP: -- amber'd be mine -]
VP: -- and then i'd be yours; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Yeep.
CL: OOkaay soo wee'ree aall gooood oon thiis suubjeect?
CL: Gooood wiith aall thee meechaaniics soo faar?
VP: -- i would suppose so, yes; -]
CL: Gooood,seeee yoouu wheen yoouu'ree coopy aarriivees maan.
CL: My muum's freeaakiing oouut aat mee,.
CL: soo II goottaa goo.
VP: -- alright, see ya; -]
CL: byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 16:15 --
-- creativeLoon [CL] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
With that, Jeffrey sighs. He has nothing to do until his copy of SBURB arrives in the mail. He walks over to his window, and looks outside: dark clouds have begun to pile up, and the day looks like it'll be a miserable one. A perfect day to sit inside and play video games, if he even liked them in the first place. Oh well, might as well grab an umbrella to go get the mail--
"Goddammit!" Jeffrey yelled as he accidentally allocated his STRIFE SPECIBUS to PARASOLKIND. "Why on earth did I do this. These things are worthless as weapons." As he hung his head in shame, he heard a car door slam in the driveway--his aunt had returned home, and gone was his chance to check his mail for the game. The only way to get it from her now was to fight her for it--she was batshit insane, liking PLAYS written by the ENGLISH BARD, whom Jeffrey considered to be THE WORST PLAYWRIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, and anyone who liked him was certainly insane and impossible to get through. Not to mention she collected SHAKESPEARE MEMORABILIA OF ALL KINDS, making her house a nightmare to traverse. That, and she usually ended up shredding his mail. Jeffrey had every desire to kick this ***** down a set of stairs.
But that'll have to wait, as Amber and Neil are pestering him again.
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EDIT: Trying to keep this in third-person seems really awkward, as I do want to keep true to how Hussie writes Homestuck and keep everything in second-person. Plus it's easier to write without having to resort to monologues every time your character does something stupid. Just my thought on it, though.
EDIT: Trying to keep this in third-person seems really awkward, as I do want to keep true to how Hussie writes Homestuck and keep everything in second-person. Plus it's easier to write without having to resort to monologues every time your character does something stupid. Just my thought on it, though.
Amber checks the mailbox, but even though the mail-standy-uppy thing is up, no SBURB envelope. She frowns and takes the mail angrily, crushing the heavy letter in her fist. The day started out with a dissapointment, and the grey veil streched above her makes the day even duller. The empty streets ring with a pressing silence only broken by a-
Wait. This introspective monologue seems out of place. Amber shakes her head and moves back inside. She drops the heavy letter as she enters the narrow hallway for her mum to read when she comes back home from her spelunking or treasurehunting or whatever.
Amber entered her room directly on the right of the stairs. It seems a chum has come online! Happy times.
And here she has a conversation with voidedParasol as we read earlier.
She runs downstairs as she sees her mum in the hallway with her gear still on her back. She nods and Amber waves back. "Wanna do some cards in a bit?" She asks and her mum nods. Amber grins and she goes back up again. It seems Jeffrey is still online.
<spoiler=Show Pesterlog>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 00:00 --
FA: ---O hellooo
VP: -- hello; -]
VP: -- what's up, amber; -]
FA: ---O bluh mail just arrived
FA: ---O NO sburb
VP: -- aw dang; -]
VP: -- that stinks; -]
FA: ---O i KNOW
VP: -- any idea when you'll get it; -]
FA: ---O i GUESS not today at LEAST
FA: ---O perhaps TOMORROW or something
VP: -- i see; -]
FA: ---O did YOU GET IT already?
VP: -- i think mine's here; -]
VP: -- i think so; -]
VP: -- but my aunt has the mail; DX -]
VP: -- so i'm gonna need to confront her about it; -]
FA: ---O oh man
FA: ---O your AUNT and MAIL
VP: -- i know, -]
VP: -- she usually destroys mine; -]
FA: ---O hee! she DOES?
VP: -- i thought i told you this before; -]
VP: -- she's batshit insane; -]
FA: ---O well you TOLD me THAT but not the MAIL THING
VP: -- i mean, she likes shakespeare! -]
VP: -- oh, right; -]
VP: -- but still; -]
FA: ---O i think you should hurry! :O
FA: ---O SHE might be SHREDDING already!
VP: -- i think i have some time; -]
VP: -- she usually spends time reading a play before she does any destroying; -]
FA: ---O pffff BORING
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- it doesn't help that she reads plays by the world's shittiest playright ever, either; -]
VP: -- how am i supposed to live with that; -]
FA: ---O is there ANYTHING OTHER than a SHITTY play?
VP: -- trollface;jpg -]
FA: ---O bluh bluh i DONT know how OTHERS LOVE them
VP: -- i don't know how people like sports; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- i mean, you'rej ust running around a field fighting someone else for their balls; -]
VP: -- =P -]
FA: ---O HATE
VP: -- hey -]
VP: -- you know the rules; -]
VP: -- you rip on my interests, i get a free shot at yours; -]
VP: -- you could almost call it a penalty shot; -]
VP: -- =P -]
FA: ---O FAIR enough >.<
FA: ---O so JEEEEFFFREY
FA: ---O WHAT are you UP TO today
VP: -- as i said, about to go confront my aunt for the mail; -]
FA: ---O and PLAY THE GAME? :3
VP: -- well, yeah; -]
FA: ---O yussss
VP: -- it's not like i'm going to use it as a coaster; -]
VP: -- although the idea is tempting; -]
FA: ---O
VP: -- you; -]
FA: ---O DUNNO probably swing the CRICKETBAT around a bit
FA: ---O see if MUM wants to play CARDS
FA: ---O usual STUFF
VP: -- i see; -]
VP: -- wait; -]
VP: -- are you using the cricketbat as a strife specibus; -]
FA: ---O duhh i TOLD YOU weeks ago!
FA: ---O when i GOT IT i ALLOCATED it immediately!
VP: -- ah, right; -]
VP: -- you're still a weirdo for doing so; -]
FA: ---O why WHAT are you USING
VP: -- well, i was going to keep it clear for a while; -]
VP: -- but like an idiot, i accidentally set it to PARASOLKIND when i grabbed an umbrella to face possible inclement weather; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- so i'm using umbrellas; -]
FA: ---O SHOULD HAVE allocated it to LANCEKIND
FA: ---O dummy
VP: -- why; -]
FA: ---O well a LANCE is COOL
FA: ---O an UMBRELLA
FA: ---O LESS SO
VP: -- lances are unweildly unless mounted; -]
VP: -- umbrellas are blunt and do no damage whatsoever; -]
VP: -- i lose either way; -]
FA: ---O i bop everyone ON THE BONCE
FA: ---O i win
VP: -- whatever; -]
VP: -- any way i got to go; i think i hear the shredder starting up; -]
FA: ---O :O GO HURRY
VP: -- i will; -]
FA: ---O (take an UMBRELLA JUST IN CASE)
VP: -- *shakes fist angrily* -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 00:17 --
Wait. This introspective monologue seems out of place. Amber shakes her head and moves back inside. She drops the heavy letter as she enters the narrow hallway for her mum to read when she comes back home from her spelunking or treasurehunting or whatever.
Amber entered her room directly on the right of the stairs. It seems a chum has come online! Happy times.
And here she has a conversation with voidedParasol as we read earlier.
She runs downstairs as she sees her mum in the hallway with her gear still on her back. She nods and Amber waves back. "Wanna do some cards in a bit?" She asks and her mum nods. Amber grins and she goes back up again. It seems Jeffrey is still online.
<spoiler=Show Pesterlog>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 00:00 --
FA: ---O hellooo
VP: -- hello; -]
VP: -- what's up, amber; -]
FA: ---O bluh mail just arrived
FA: ---O NO sburb
VP: -- aw dang; -]
VP: -- that stinks; -]
FA: ---O i KNOW
VP: -- any idea when you'll get it; -]
FA: ---O i GUESS not today at LEAST
FA: ---O perhaps TOMORROW or something
VP: -- i see; -]
FA: ---O did YOU GET IT already?
VP: -- i think mine's here; -]
VP: -- i think so; -]
VP: -- but my aunt has the mail; DX -]
VP: -- so i'm gonna need to confront her about it; -]
FA: ---O oh man
FA: ---O your AUNT and MAIL
VP: -- i know, -]
VP: -- she usually destroys mine; -]
FA: ---O hee! she DOES?
VP: -- i thought i told you this before; -]
VP: -- she's batshit insane; -]
FA: ---O well you TOLD me THAT but not the MAIL THING
VP: -- i mean, she likes shakespeare! -]
VP: -- oh, right; -]
VP: -- but still; -]
FA: ---O i think you should hurry! :O
FA: ---O SHE might be SHREDDING already!
VP: -- i think i have some time; -]
VP: -- she usually spends time reading a play before she does any destroying; -]
FA: ---O pffff BORING
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- it doesn't help that she reads plays by the world's shittiest playright ever, either; -]
VP: -- how am i supposed to live with that; -]
FA: ---O is there ANYTHING OTHER than a SHITTY play?
VP: -- trollface;jpg -]
FA: ---O bluh bluh i DONT know how OTHERS LOVE them
VP: -- i don't know how people like sports; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- i mean, you'rej ust running around a field fighting someone else for their balls; -]
VP: -- =P -]
FA: ---O HATE
VP: -- hey -]
VP: -- you know the rules; -]
VP: -- you rip on my interests, i get a free shot at yours; -]
VP: -- you could almost call it a penalty shot; -]
VP: -- =P -]
FA: ---O FAIR enough >.<
FA: ---O so JEEEEFFFREY
FA: ---O WHAT are you UP TO today
VP: -- as i said, about to go confront my aunt for the mail; -]
FA: ---O and PLAY THE GAME? :3
VP: -- well, yeah; -]
FA: ---O yussss
VP: -- it's not like i'm going to use it as a coaster; -]
VP: -- although the idea is tempting; -]
FA: ---O
VP: -- you; -]
FA: ---O DUNNO probably swing the CRICKETBAT around a bit
FA: ---O see if MUM wants to play CARDS
FA: ---O usual STUFF
VP: -- i see; -]
VP: -- wait; -]
VP: -- are you using the cricketbat as a strife specibus; -]
FA: ---O duhh i TOLD YOU weeks ago!
FA: ---O when i GOT IT i ALLOCATED it immediately!
VP: -- ah, right; -]
VP: -- you're still a weirdo for doing so; -]
FA: ---O why WHAT are you USING
VP: -- well, i was going to keep it clear for a while; -]
VP: -- but like an idiot, i accidentally set it to PARASOLKIND when i grabbed an umbrella to face possible inclement weather; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- so i'm using umbrellas; -]
FA: ---O SHOULD HAVE allocated it to LANCEKIND
FA: ---O dummy
VP: -- why; -]
FA: ---O well a LANCE is COOL
FA: ---O an UMBRELLA
FA: ---O LESS SO
VP: -- lances are unweildly unless mounted; -]
VP: -- umbrellas are blunt and do no damage whatsoever; -]
VP: -- i lose either way; -]
FA: ---O i bop everyone ON THE BONCE
FA: ---O i win
VP: -- whatever; -]
VP: -- any way i got to go; i think i hear the shredder starting up; -]
FA: ---O :O GO HURRY
VP: -- i will; -]
FA: ---O (take an UMBRELLA JUST IN CASE)
VP: -- *shakes fist angrily* -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 00:17 --
Clarissa scrambled out from under her bed, cursing under her breath. No sign of her stupid laptop, it seems that the cruel ***** that is lady luck is taunting her again. Oh how she would love to kick that fickle shrew down... a mineshaft or something, or perhaps an UP-Escalator, but that would have to wait. According to her calender today was the day her Sburb beta came in, and not getting that gem fired up on the day it gets delivered would be INEXCUSABLE.
Walking out of her room she grabs her PATCHWORK COAT, which she had been working on herself at the recomendation of a friend and goes out to continue questing for her computing device. Making her way down the stairs and past POPs study, where he maps their subterannean progress, and into the living room. Toning out the chirping of the caged canary's and minding that large hole in the center of the room with a RICKETY ELEVATOR hanging over it, she continues her search. On a table there is her favorite hat, though not currently needing a piece of fashionable headgear she stashes it in her Captchalogue for when she does, not having a back up hat is risky business, and she needs to handle the only one she has with relative care.
Underneath the hat is a computer! "Well... that's a start" she says, glancing over to the clock behind the caged birds, and now she has to play the waiting game.
"The waiting game sucks" she says bluntly after a few seconds pass, so she boots up her Laptop and see whats going on in the world... or would if it had any battery life left. But the thing was as dry as a salt flat so she begrudgingly returned to her room to stick it into her charger and wait some more.
Walking out of her room she grabs her PATCHWORK COAT, which she had been working on herself at the recomendation of a friend and goes out to continue questing for her computing device. Making her way down the stairs and past POPs study, where he maps their subterannean progress, and into the living room. Toning out the chirping of the caged canary's and minding that large hole in the center of the room with a RICKETY ELEVATOR hanging over it, she continues her search. On a table there is her favorite hat, though not currently needing a piece of fashionable headgear she stashes it in her Captchalogue for when she does, not having a back up hat is risky business, and she needs to handle the only one she has with relative care.
Underneath the hat is a computer! "Well... that's a start" she says, glancing over to the clock behind the caged birds, and now she has to play the waiting game.
"The waiting game sucks" she says bluntly after a few seconds pass, so she boots up her Laptop and see whats going on in the world... or would if it had any battery life left. But the thing was as dry as a salt flat so she begrudgingly returned to her room to stick it into her charger and wait some more.
-- artsyKid [AK] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 18:29 --
AK: Get your game yet?
VP: -- not yet; -]
VP: -- my aunt has it; -]
VP: -- i think; -]
AK: You think?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- i didn't get a chance to check the mail; -]
VP: -- and she usually destroys mine instead of giving it to me; -]
AK: Ah, she sounds like such a wonderful lady..
VP: -- she's a *****; -]
AK: Heh.
VP: -- i mean, she likes shakespeare; -]
VP: -- how am i supposed to live with her; -]
VP: -- she collects the mann's damn memorabilia, too; -]
AK: Ha! She must have quite a collection then.
VP: -- i'll say -]
VP: -- it's hard enough to live with her as iti s; -]
VP: -- i don't need the face of some shitty bard looking at me around every corner; -]
AK: Oh he can't be all zat bad.
VP: -- okay, fine; -]
VP: -- shakesbear can stay; -]
VP: -- but only shakesbear; -]
VP: -- i can't stay mad at him; -]
AK: Glad you are accepting her hobbies.
VP: -- i'm not; -]
VP: -- but how can you stay mad at this: -]
VP: -- http://tinyurl.com/shakesbear -]
AK: That is a very classy bear.
VP: -- he is; -]
VP: -- which is why i can't stay mad at him; -]
VP: -- aw man, i thought i had more time; -]
VP: -- my aunt's warming up the shredder; -]
AK: Hm?
AK: Oh boy..
AK: Might want to go hurry then.
VP: -- i need to go; -]
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- talk to you laterr; -]
AK: Pester me when you get your copy.
VP: -- i will; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 18:37 --
AK: Get your game yet?
VP: -- not yet; -]
VP: -- my aunt has it; -]
VP: -- i think; -]
AK: You think?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- i didn't get a chance to check the mail; -]
VP: -- and she usually destroys mine instead of giving it to me; -]
AK: Ah, she sounds like such a wonderful lady..
VP: -- she's a *****; -]
AK: Heh.
VP: -- i mean, she likes shakespeare; -]
VP: -- how am i supposed to live with her; -]
VP: -- she collects the mann's damn memorabilia, too; -]
AK: Ha! She must have quite a collection then.
VP: -- i'll say -]
VP: -- it's hard enough to live with her as iti s; -]
VP: -- i don't need the face of some shitty bard looking at me around every corner; -]
AK: Oh he can't be all zat bad.
VP: -- okay, fine; -]
VP: -- shakesbear can stay; -]
VP: -- but only shakesbear; -]
VP: -- i can't stay mad at him; -]
AK: Glad you are accepting her hobbies.
VP: -- i'm not; -]
VP: -- but how can you stay mad at this: -]
VP: -- http://tinyurl.com/shakesbear -]
AK: That is a very classy bear.
VP: -- he is; -]
VP: -- which is why i can't stay mad at him; -]
VP: -- aw man, i thought i had more time; -]
VP: -- my aunt's warming up the shredder; -]
AK: Hm?
AK: Oh boy..
AK: Might want to go hurry then.
VP: -- i need to go; -]
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- talk to you laterr; -]
AK: Pester me when you get your copy.
VP: -- i will; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 18:37 --
"Where would mom put the mail?" He thought to himself.
"Eh, I'll find it eventually."
Neil looked around his room at his various paintings, sculptures, and drawing.
"That one needs a touch more green." he said while looking at a picture of a landscape.
"Now where is my paintbrush... ah there it is!" He said while picking up a paintbrush and allocating it to his Strife Deck, giving him PAINTBRUSHKIND.
Neil began looking around his room for green paint.
"Gah, she took the mail and my green paint" Neil said angrily.
Neil angrily opened his door and made his way down the stairs and looked around at all the various pictures of comedians; he didn't mind comedy but his mothers obssesion over it was a little much, she usually resorted to hiding his stuff as a "Joke" and doing other such things as leaving full water buckets over doors.
Neil shuddered at the memories of how many times he came home to be dosed in water or how many times he was tickled while sleeping just to wipe his face with wipped cream..
Derek looked around franticly in his room for something. He didn't remember exactly what it was, but only that it was green. Just then an item shot out of his captchalogue, slapping him in the face. It was the thing he had forgotten about, and was looking for all day. SBURB PREORDER EDITION! He has waited for thirteen days to receive these discs, and finally did, with an additional bruise to the face. Now all he had to do was find someone to play it with. The majority of the people he knows however hate him, only 4 or 3 people can even bare talking to him. This is going to be a problem.
Put something into your strife deck
Derek scurries into the corner of his room and finds a shiny fold-able knife. It was given to him by his parents after they finished one of their vacations. The only reason they give him these souvenirs is to prevent him from thinking that they hate him, which they do, but only a little, because he is a jerk...and an idiot.
Put knife into strife deck, knife kind
Done. Derek goes downstairs to check up on his grandma. She sleeps almost without moving. Just when Derek got scared, she made a loud SNOOOOOOOOORE, much to his relief. If she died in her sleep, his parents might think that he made her have a heart-attack with his behavior. Good thing he didn't.
Put something into your strife deck
Derek scurries into the corner of his room and finds a shiny fold-able knife. It was given to him by his parents after they finished one of their vacations. The only reason they give him these souvenirs is to prevent him from thinking that they hate him, which they do, but only a little, because he is a jerk...and an idiot.
Put knife into strife deck, knife kind
Done. Derek goes downstairs to check up on his grandma. She sleeps almost without moving. Just when Derek got scared, she made a loud SNOOOOOOOOORE, much to his relief. If she died in her sleep, his parents might think that he made her have a heart-attack with his behavior. Good thing he didn't.
I don't think I will be able to download pesterchum. I do not have my own desktop yet, and my parents use it. They forbid me from downloading anything on this computer, unless it is important. My laptop on the other hand is very slow, and crashes very often. I do not think downloading anything more onto it is very smart. If I wish to chat with one of you, I will send you a PM and I will try to work out a chat. I hope this doesn't anger too many of you.
Donnie rolled out of bed and lazily gazed around the room. The afternoon sun beamed brightly into his room revealing all the dust floating listlessly through the air. He had slept most of the day away already and he knew that he really needed to get something done before his brother bothered him again tonight.
Do something?wasn?t there something that was supposed to be happening today? Yes?all his friends had been talking about it non-stop. What had it been?
He shrugged. Couldn?t have been that important. It wasn?t like anything that he did today would have any impact on the fate of the space-time or anything. That would be ridiculous and inane.
Donnie grabbed his old dusty guitar and plunked out a couple of sour notes. He really wished he was good at the instrument but that would require hard work and determination. He had neither of those things. Ever.
Throw guitar out the window.
Now why the hell would he do that? That?s a perfectly good window there he would be breaking.
So?tempting though.
No, the broken glass would too much of a hassle to clean up.
Open window and throw guitar out it.
Of course! Why didn?t he think of it before?
Hmm?looks like it just fell on the lawn outside without taking any damage. Seems as though this is very hearty instrument. Donnie kept that in mind and reminded himself that he would need to go outside at some point to pick it up.
Donnie walked over to his computer and saw that several of his friends were on. Maybe they would remember what he forgot.
Of course! SBURB! That was today!
He glanced around his room looking for something to stand in as a weapon against his brother. Better to be safe than sorry...
Do something?wasn?t there something that was supposed to be happening today? Yes?all his friends had been talking about it non-stop. What had it been?
He shrugged. Couldn?t have been that important. It wasn?t like anything that he did today would have any impact on the fate of the space-time or anything. That would be ridiculous and inane.
Donnie grabbed his old dusty guitar and plunked out a couple of sour notes. He really wished he was good at the instrument but that would require hard work and determination. He had neither of those things. Ever.
Throw guitar out the window.
Now why the hell would he do that? That?s a perfectly good window there he would be breaking.
So?tempting though.
No, the broken glass would too much of a hassle to clean up.
Open window and throw guitar out it.
Of course! Why didn?t he think of it before?
Hmm?looks like it just fell on the lawn outside without taking any damage. Seems as though this is very hearty instrument. Donnie kept that in mind and reminded himself that he would need to go outside at some point to pick it up.
Donnie walked over to his computer and saw that several of his friends were on. Maybe they would remember what he forgot.
-- apatheticMuse [AM] began pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:24 --
AM: am i the only one who gets the crazy urge to throw things out the window? >.<
AK: Nope, at zis point a really want to throw my mom's comedian posters out the window..
AK: The things are staring at me every where I go..
AM: do it :3
AM: she won't miss them. >.>
AK: Hmm... might help relive some stress...
AK: Vell zat was fun!
AM: yay ^_^
AM: now we can start a "throwing crap out the window" club together XP
AK: Woo!
AK: I think I can actually knock some of the pinecones off of the tree outside my window with these..
AK: Oh rightm have you gotten your SBURB copy yet?
AM: oh so thats out today?
AM: i knew i was forgetting something >.<
AK: Yes it is, so far I've had no luck finding my own..
AK: And neither has Jeffery unfortunatly.
AM: i guess i need to check the mail for it but im pretty sure my brother is lurking downstairs -.-
AK: Might want to take something with you just incase then.
AM: i already threw my best bet at a weapon out the window though @_@
AK: Dang... vut was it?
AM: my guitar...i got tired of trying to tune it :O
AK: Zat's not good at all!
AK: Is it still intact?
AM: it looks perfect actually
AM: beast is build like a tank or something
AK: Zat's fortunate then.
AM: i know it sounds like a tank rolling through town >.<
AK: Heh.
AM: guess i should try and find that disc then. wish me luck *_*
AK: Good luck!
-- apatheticMuse [AM] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:33 --
AM: am i the only one who gets the crazy urge to throw things out the window? >.<
AK: Nope, at zis point a really want to throw my mom's comedian posters out the window..
AK: The things are staring at me every where I go..
AM: do it :3
AM: she won't miss them. >.>
AK: Hmm... might help relive some stress...
AK: Vell zat was fun!
AM: yay ^_^
AM: now we can start a "throwing crap out the window" club together XP
AK: Woo!
AK: I think I can actually knock some of the pinecones off of the tree outside my window with these..
AK: Oh rightm have you gotten your SBURB copy yet?
AM: oh so thats out today?
AM: i knew i was forgetting something >.<
AK: Yes it is, so far I've had no luck finding my own..
AK: And neither has Jeffery unfortunatly.
AM: i guess i need to check the mail for it but im pretty sure my brother is lurking downstairs -.-
AK: Might want to take something with you just incase then.
AM: i already threw my best bet at a weapon out the window though @_@
AK: Dang... vut was it?
AM: my guitar...i got tired of trying to tune it :O
AK: Zat's not good at all!
AK: Is it still intact?
AM: it looks perfect actually
AM: beast is build like a tank or something
AK: Zat's fortunate then.
AM: i know it sounds like a tank rolling through town >.<
AK: Heh.
AM: guess i should try and find that disc then. wish me luck *_*
AK: Good luck!
-- apatheticMuse [AM] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:33 --
Of course! SBURB! That was today!
He glanced around his room looking for something to stand in as a weapon against his brother. Better to be safe than sorry...
Jeffrey hurried down the stairs to his aunt's study, being careful not to disturb any of the SHAKESPEAREAN BUSTS littering the hallway. If he was going to get the mail from his aunt, he'd prefer to do it without confronting her; his PARASOLKIND ABSTRACTUS would be no match against her TRAGICOMEHISTORYKIND ABSTRACTUS, and he wasn't much in a mood to get smacked down with his aunt's copy of KING LEAR today. Getting low to the ground, he peered around the entrance to his aunt's study. She was definitely shredding his mail, but fortunately the only evidence of a brown envelope he could see was the intact SBURB envelopes at the bottom of her "to shred" pile. If he was going to get them, he'd need to act fast.
Very carefully, Jeffrey slipped into the study behind a CORINTHIAN PILLAR BUST STAND, and slowly inched his way ever closer to the desk. He eventually got close enough to the envelopes that he was just able to brush his fingertips against the two paper envelopes. Just a little bit closer...
But it wasn't to be. The current BUST STAND he was hiding behind had wobbled slightly as he reached for the SBURB BETA DISKS, causing the seated BUST OF HAMLET plummeting to the ground and catching the attention of his aunt. She was absolutely livid, and she attacked Jeffrey with a copy of ROMEO AND JULIET.
Jeffrey rolled out of the way of the initial attack, and parried her attack with a swift swing from his EBONY UMBRELLA. His aunt took minor damage, and she responded with a volley of SHAKESPEAREAN HISTORIES. Jeffrey blocked most of them with an OPEN UMBRELLA technique, but the final history, KING HENRY VIII, bypassed his shield and hit him for massive damage, depleting his HEALTH VILE to dangerously low levels. His attempts to ABSCOND were also thwarted by his aunt's final attack with her BROOMKIND ASBSTRACTUS and her RESPONSIBILITYKIND TECHNIQUE. Jeffrey, defeated, took the BROOM from his aunt, and captchalogued it into his ARRAY FETCH MODUS deck.
His aunt, satisfied, went back to shredding her STACK OF JUNK MAIL. Jeffrey took this time to slip the SBURB BETA DISKS from the stack and captchalogue them into his deck. Using the BROOM, he also captchalogued the MARBLE SHARDS from the broken bust, and left the room. His mission accomplished, he returned to his room with his newly acquired items.
Very carefully, Jeffrey slipped into the study behind a CORINTHIAN PILLAR BUST STAND, and slowly inched his way ever closer to the desk. He eventually got close enough to the envelopes that he was just able to brush his fingertips against the two paper envelopes. Just a little bit closer...
But it wasn't to be. The current BUST STAND he was hiding behind had wobbled slightly as he reached for the SBURB BETA DISKS, causing the seated BUST OF HAMLET plummeting to the ground and catching the attention of his aunt. She was absolutely livid, and she attacked Jeffrey with a copy of ROMEO AND JULIET.
Jeffrey rolled out of the way of the initial attack, and parried her attack with a swift swing from his EBONY UMBRELLA. His aunt took minor damage, and she responded with a volley of SHAKESPEAREAN HISTORIES. Jeffrey blocked most of them with an OPEN UMBRELLA technique, but the final history, KING HENRY VIII, bypassed his shield and hit him for massive damage, depleting his HEALTH VILE to dangerously low levels. His attempts to ABSCOND were also thwarted by his aunt's final attack with her BROOMKIND ASBSTRACTUS and her RESPONSIBILITYKIND TECHNIQUE. Jeffrey, defeated, took the BROOM from his aunt, and captchalogued it into his ARRAY FETCH MODUS deck.
His aunt, satisfied, went back to shredding her STACK OF JUNK MAIL. Jeffrey took this time to slip the SBURB BETA DISKS from the stack and captchalogue them into his deck. Using the BROOM, he also captchalogued the MARBLE SHARDS from the broken bust, and left the room. His mission accomplished, he returned to his room with his newly acquired items.
Neil began searching throughout his house for his paint and SBURB beta, he searched through his kitchen, bathroom, living room, and every other room in his home only to walk out of each one empty handed, well not counting the useless posters he pulled off the walls because they were creeping him out.
Neil walked up to his room and closed his door in frustration, he noticed he was being pestered by Donnie and proceeded to have a conversation with him.
As he was about to throw another poster out the window to knock down a pinecone but stopped because he noticed something, a can of paint was hanging on a nearby branch! "Oh that mother of mine.." he said to himself. He went into a garage to captchalogue a ladder to get his paint can off the tree. He was a bit nervous, he has yet to see his mom or fall for one of her pranks. He uncaptchalogue the ladder and retrieved the can of paint.
He was about to open the door back into his house but was suddenly ambushed by his mom! "Oh.. hello mom.." Neil said. His mother said nothing but pulled out a can of whipped cream and sprayed him with it. Neil attacked with his paintbrush but his mom dodged it. His mother continued to spray him with whipped cream until she ran out and ran off. "What goes on in her head.." he thought to himself.
He went up to his room and opened his door only to get hit by a falling bucket of water. Neil was rather unamused with his mom's antics and opened his can of paint only to find that it was empty of paint but did have his SBURB beta in its place. Neil clenched his fist in anger but stopped as he suddenly realized he now finally had his SBURB beta copy!
He went straight to his computer and began downloading it as he went to get a towel and wipe off the water and whipped cream.
Neil walked up to his room and closed his door in frustration, he noticed he was being pestered by Donnie and proceeded to have a conversation with him.
As he was about to throw another poster out the window to knock down a pinecone but stopped because he noticed something, a can of paint was hanging on a nearby branch! "Oh that mother of mine.." he said to himself. He went into a garage to captchalogue a ladder to get his paint can off the tree. He was a bit nervous, he has yet to see his mom or fall for one of her pranks. He uncaptchalogue the ladder and retrieved the can of paint.
He was about to open the door back into his house but was suddenly ambushed by his mom! "Oh.. hello mom.." Neil said. His mother said nothing but pulled out a can of whipped cream and sprayed him with it. Neil attacked with his paintbrush but his mom dodged it. His mother continued to spray him with whipped cream until she ran out and ran off. "What goes on in her head.." he thought to himself.
He went up to his room and opened his door only to get hit by a falling bucket of water. Neil was rather unamused with his mom's antics and opened his can of paint only to find that it was empty of paint but did have his SBURB beta in its place. Neil clenched his fist in anger but stopped as he suddenly realized he now finally had his SBURB beta copy!
He went straight to his computer and began downloading it as he went to get a towel and wipe off the water and whipped cream.
Retrieve arms from chest.
Donnie's attempt to arm himself failed spectacularly. There was nothing in his room that could easily double as a weapon. ALBUM COVERS were scattered all over the floor but those were far too precious and destructible to be thrown around all willy-nilly. He CAPTCHALOGUED several of them just to be safe. Might as well tidy up a little.
He examined the latest GOLDFISH his brother had given him last week. He had never really understood his brother's driving obsession with fish but he did his absolute best to not question him. The phrase "sleeping with the fishes" had come up far too many times for young Donnie to ignore the possible repercussions of letting this pet die of neglect. He picked up the FISH FOOD and sprinkled some in the tank.
A sigh escaped Donnie's chest. Without a weapon he would need some sort of distraction to cover his trip outside.
Crank the tunes.
Of course. Why hadn't he thought of it before?
He quickly jumped over to his SPEAKERS and cranked the volume as high as he dared. His house was suddenly filled by the driving beats of Queen's Club, seeming to shake the foundations. Perfect.
Donnie quickly darted out of his room and made his way down the stairs. No sign of his brother yet. This was a good sign. Now to get outside.
Donnie's attempt to arm himself failed spectacularly. There was nothing in his room that could easily double as a weapon. ALBUM COVERS were scattered all over the floor but those were far too precious and destructible to be thrown around all willy-nilly. He CAPTCHALOGUED several of them just to be safe. Might as well tidy up a little.
He examined the latest GOLDFISH his brother had given him last week. He had never really understood his brother's driving obsession with fish but he did his absolute best to not question him. The phrase "sleeping with the fishes" had come up far too many times for young Donnie to ignore the possible repercussions of letting this pet die of neglect. He picked up the FISH FOOD and sprinkled some in the tank.
A sigh escaped Donnie's chest. Without a weapon he would need some sort of distraction to cover his trip outside.
Crank the tunes.
Of course. Why hadn't he thought of it before?
He quickly jumped over to his SPEAKERS and cranked the volume as high as he dared. His house was suddenly filled by the driving beats of Queen's Club, seeming to shake the foundations. Perfect.
Donnie quickly darted out of his room and made his way down the stairs. No sign of his brother yet. This was a good sign. Now to get outside.
Dammit,always the last one to start,let's do this shit.
Marcus obliges,patting his copy of Sburb happily and inserting the manual into the case again for later reading.Earlier that day he had convinced a friend of his to play with him and one of your mutual best friends Amber,and have been waiting for him to receive his copy,as well as Amber hers.Ah,and it looks like she's pestering you now,wonderful.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:33 --
FA: ---O hey LOON
CL: Heey Feeiisty,taalkeed too Paaraasool?
FA: ---O YES! he said you CONVINCED HIM to play THE GAME
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Tooook aa whiilee.
FA: ---O heheheh sure it DID
CL: Hee waas aa biit reeluuctaant,doon't thiink hee's looookiign toooo muuch foorwaard too uut.
CL: Whiich iis aa shaamee,
CL: beecaauusee iit looooks aabsooluuteely briilliiaant.
CL: Whaat aaree yoouur thoouughts oon iit?
FA: ---O well he's PLAYING
FA: ---O oh i absolutely LOVE HOW IT LOOKS
FA: ---O i DIG those kind of GAMES
CL: IIT dooees looook veery reeaaliistiic dooeesn't iit?
CL: AAnywaay,Whoo's liinkiing too whoo iin thee chaaiin?
FA: ---O wait wait
FA: ---O CHAIN?
CL: Yoouu diidn;t knoow?
CL: Thee gaamee coonneects peeooplee viiaa chaaiin.
CL: Soo iif iit waas juust mee,yoouu aand Jeeffreey.
FA: ---O REALLY
CL: Wee'd goo soomeethiing liikee:
CL: MAArk->AAmbeer->Jeeffreey->MAArk.
CL: Thee aarroows iindiicaatiing whoo iis whoo's seerveer plaayeer.
FA: ---O WOW i did not know THAT
CL: II haabee reeaad thee maanuuaal toooo maany tiimees by noow.
CL: Buut II'm juust soo eexiicteed.
CL: Soo wee haavee noo plaan oof aattaack?
FA: ---O oh MAN i need to read up on this GAME but my COPY hasn't ARRIVED YET
FA: ---O england sucks
CL: Hmm...
CL: Yoouu'll proobaably bee liinkeed laateer oon theen.
CL: Whoo's cuurreently plaayiing?
FA: ---O im sure it wil ARRIVE any day NOW
FA: ---O i have NO IDEA
CL: II haadn't eexpeecteed Jeeffreey too haavee aa seerveer plaayeer soo soooon.
CL: Hmmm....
FA: ---O hang on ill check
CL: Thiis prooviidees coompliicaatiioons.
CL: II'll haavee too coonsuult thee waalls aand nootees laateer.
FA: ---O weirdo
CL: Thaank yoouu foor teelluuiing mee AAmbeer.
CL: II muust bee gooiing.
CL: Goooodbyee.
FA: ---O BYE
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:38 --
FA: ---O hey LOON
CL: Heey Feeiisty,taalkeed too Paaraasool?
FA: ---O YES! he said you CONVINCED HIM to play THE GAME
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Tooook aa whiilee.
FA: ---O heheheh sure it DID
CL: Hee waas aa biit reeluuctaant,doon't thiink hee's looookiign toooo muuch foorwaard too uut.
CL: Whiich iis aa shaamee,
CL: beecaauusee iit looooks aabsooluuteely briilliiaant.
CL: Whaat aaree yoouur thoouughts oon iit?
FA: ---O well he's PLAYING
FA: ---O oh i absolutely LOVE HOW IT LOOKS
FA: ---O i DIG those kind of GAMES
CL: IIT dooees looook veery reeaaliistiic dooeesn't iit?
CL: AAnywaay,Whoo's liinkiing too whoo iin thee chaaiin?
FA: ---O wait wait
FA: ---O CHAIN?
CL: Yoouu diidn;t knoow?
CL: Thee gaamee coonneects peeooplee viiaa chaaiin.
CL: Soo iif iit waas juust mee,yoouu aand Jeeffreey.
FA: ---O REALLY
CL: Wee'd goo soomeethiing liikee:
CL: MAArk->AAmbeer->Jeeffreey->MAArk.
CL: Thee aarroows iindiicaatiing whoo iis whoo's seerveer plaayeer.
FA: ---O WOW i did not know THAT
CL: II haabee reeaad thee maanuuaal toooo maany tiimees by noow.
CL: Buut II'm juust soo eexiicteed.
CL: Soo wee haavee noo plaan oof aattaack?
FA: ---O oh MAN i need to read up on this GAME but my COPY hasn't ARRIVED YET
FA: ---O england sucks
CL: Hmm...
CL: Yoouu'll proobaably bee liinkeed laateer oon theen.
CL: Whoo's cuurreently plaayiing?
FA: ---O im sure it wil ARRIVE any day NOW
FA: ---O i have NO IDEA
CL: II haadn't eexpeecteed Jeeffreey too haavee aa seerveer plaayeer soo soooon.
CL: Hmmm....
FA: ---O hang on ill check
CL: Thiis prooviidees coompliicaatiioons.
CL: II'll haavee too coonsuult thee waalls aand nootees laateer.
FA: ---O weirdo
CL: Thaank yoouu foor teelluuiing mee AAmbeer.
CL: II muust bee gooiing.
CL: Goooodbyee.
FA: ---O BYE
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:38 --
You spin round in your chair once and look at the wall behind you,with the large whiteboard attached to it,which in turn has multiple post it notes attached it.You had been planning the game so carefully...oh well,I guess it doesn't matter.Better make sure Jefferey has made sense of the game,or if he has even obtained his copy yet.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 21:08 --
CL: Heey Broo.
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- what's going on; -]
CL: AAmbeer toold mee thaat my peersuuaasiivee caajoohliing waays suuckeed yoouu iitnoo plaayiing thee gaamee.
CL: AAnd noothiing muuch maan.
CL: AAt aall.
CL: II aam quuiitee liiteeraally siittiing oon my aass dyiing oof booreedoom.
CL: Caan't waaiit too geet thee gaamee staarteed.
VP: -- i'm still waiting for it to come; -]
CL: Thee maanuuaal maakees thiis looook liikee thee beest fuuckiing gaamee eeveer.
VP: -- oh really; -]
CL: YEEaah,AAmbeer's haaviing thee saamee proobleem.
CL: Yeeaah,yoouu reeaad iit?
VP: -- not really; -]
VP: -- you know that i'm basically just winging it at this point; -]
VP: -- my disc should be coming today, though; -]
CL: Faaiir eenoouugh maan.
CL: Soo wee suusseed oouut oouur chaaiin yeet>?
CL: OOr aam II goonnaa haavee too eexplaaiin iit too yoouu liikee II diid too AAmbeer?
VP: -- we need to do a chain? -]
CL: Daang iit.
VP: -- i guess you need to start explaining, then; -]
CL: Soo diistiilleed,iimaagiineed iit;s juust yoouu,mee aand AAmbeer plaayiign tyhee gaamee.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: AA chaaiin iis whoo coonneects too whoo too staart thee gaamee aas thee seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Soo foor iinstaancee Maark->AAmbeer->
CL: Jeeffreey
CL: brb
VP: -- great; -]
CL: -Baack
CL: OOkaay
CL: AAnywaay,-> meeaans whoo iis thee seerveer plaayeer.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: Thee seerveer plaayeer beeiing thee peersoon thaat briings yoouu iin.
CL: Laays doown yoouur eequuiipmeent.
VP: -- no, i get that; -]
CL: AAnd caan throow shiit aaroouund iin yoouur hoouusee.
CL: AAs weell aas buuiild iit uup wiill thee griist yoouu'll aacquuiiree.
VP: -- no, i know that; -]
VP: -- you already explained that to me the other day; -]
CL: Theen,thee uuseer plaayeer,whiich iis coonneecteed too by thee seerveer plaayeer,wiill theen seerveer plaayeer aanootheer uuseer.
CL: II diid?
VP: -- yeah, you did; -]
CL: Shiit my braaiin iisn't woorkiing theesee daays,
CL: Daammiit.
VP: -- you just didn't explain the chain; -]
CL: II'm geettiing yoouu aand AAmbeer muuiixeed.
CL: OOkaay,soo thee chaaiin iis thuus.
CL: Seerveer plaayeer coonneects too uuseer plaayeer.
CL: UUseer plaauueer coonneects aas seerveer plaayeer too aanootheer uuseer plaayeer.
VP: -- so, in this example -]
CL: Thaat uuseer plaayeer coonneects too thee ooriigiiniiaal seerveer plaayeer,whoo thee n beecoomees aa uuseer plaayeer.
CL: AAnd thaat's thee chaaiin doonee.
VP: -- you'd be amber's server player; -]
CL: Yeep.
VP: -- amber'd be mine -]
VP: -- and then i'd be yours; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Yeep.
CL: OOkaay soo wee'ree aall gooood oon thiis suubjeect?
CL: Gooood wiith aall thee meechaaniics soo faar?
VP: -- i would suppose so, yes; -]
CL: Gooood,seeee yoouu wheen yoouu'ree coopy aarriivees maan.
CL: My muum's freeaakiing oouut aat mee,.
CL: soo II goottaa goo.
VP: -- alright, see ya; -]
CL: byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 21:15 --
CL: Heey Broo.
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- what's going on; -]
CL: AAmbeer toold mee thaat my peersuuaasiivee caajoohliing waays suuckeed yoouu iitnoo plaayiing thee gaamee.
CL: AAnd noothiing muuch maan.
CL: AAt aall.
CL: II aam quuiitee liiteeraally siittiing oon my aass dyiing oof booreedoom.
CL: Caan't waaiit too geet thee gaamee staarteed.
VP: -- i'm still waiting for it to come; -]
CL: Thee maanuuaal maakees thiis looook liikee thee beest fuuckiing gaamee eeveer.
VP: -- oh really; -]
CL: YEEaah,AAmbeer's haaviing thee saamee proobleem.
CL: Yeeaah,yoouu reeaad iit?
VP: -- not really; -]
VP: -- you know that i'm basically just winging it at this point; -]
VP: -- my disc should be coming today, though; -]
CL: Faaiir eenoouugh maan.
CL: Soo wee suusseed oouut oouur chaaiin yeet>?
CL: OOr aam II goonnaa haavee too eexplaaiin iit too yoouu liikee II diid too AAmbeer?
VP: -- we need to do a chain? -]
CL: Daang iit.
VP: -- i guess you need to start explaining, then; -]
CL: Soo diistiilleed,iimaagiineed iit;s juust yoouu,mee aand AAmbeer plaayiign tyhee gaamee.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: AA chaaiin iis whoo coonneects too whoo too staart thee gaamee aas thee seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Soo foor iinstaancee Maark->AAmbeer->
CL: Jeeffreey
CL: brb
VP: -- great; -]
CL: -Baack
CL: OOkaay
CL: AAnywaay,-> meeaans whoo iis thee seerveer plaayeer.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: Thee seerveer plaayeer beeiing thee peersoon thaat briings yoouu iin.
CL: Laays doown yoouur eequuiipmeent.
VP: -- no, i get that; -]
CL: AAnd caan throow shiit aaroouund iin yoouur hoouusee.
CL: AAs weell aas buuiild iit uup wiill thee griist yoouu'll aacquuiiree.
VP: -- no, i know that; -]
VP: -- you already explained that to me the other day; -]
CL: Theen,thee uuseer plaayeer,whiich iis coonneecteed too by thee seerveer plaayeer,wiill theen seerveer plaayeer aanootheer uuseer.
CL: II diid?
VP: -- yeah, you did; -]
CL: Shiit my braaiin iisn't woorkiing theesee daays,
CL: Daammiit.
VP: -- you just didn't explain the chain; -]
CL: II'm geettiing yoouu aand AAmbeer muuiixeed.
CL: OOkaay,soo thee chaaiin iis thuus.
CL: Seerveer plaayeer coonneects too uuseer plaayeer.
CL: UUseer plaauueer coonneects aas seerveer plaayeer too aanootheer uuseer plaayeer.
VP: -- so, in this example -]
CL: Thaat uuseer plaayeer coonneects too thee ooriigiiniiaal seerveer plaayeer,whoo thee n beecoomees aa uuseer plaayeer.
CL: AAnd thaat's thee chaaiin doonee.
VP: -- you'd be amber's server player; -]
CL: Yeep.
VP: -- amber'd be mine -]
VP: -- and then i'd be yours; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Yeep.
CL: OOkaay soo wee'ree aall gooood oon thiis suubjeect?
CL: Gooood wiith aall thee meechaaniics soo faar?
VP: -- i would suppose so, yes; -]
CL: Gooood,seeee yoouu wheen yoouu'ree coopy aarriivees maan.
CL: My muum's freeaakiing oouut aat mee,.
CL: soo II goottaa goo.
VP: -- alright, see ya; -]
CL: byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 21:15 --
Well that was extremely enlightening,but no more arsing around sorting your friends out,you need to get some stuff done! But first,the choice of whether to use ukuleleKind,which has it's own inherent comedic value and could be alchemized to make cool shit,or Bladekind,which is more practical and provides instant gratification...After mulling over it for a while,he decided to go for ukulelekind,before hopping onto his desk,and moving across the higher objects in the room to avoid the mess of sword,before jumping through the door frame and rolling.You walk downstairs in search of stuff to captchalogue for shits 'n' giggles,picking up a pair of wooly gloves,a copy of hitchikers guide to the galaxy,his ancestral sword and a pair of speakers.On his way to the kitchen,he heard his mothers signature weapon enter painfully through his ears.
VoiceKind
Pulling out his ukulele,he started to play to counter his mothers truly wonderful,but rather high pitched and painful,singing voice,the sounds coming from his guitar could be described as akin to the dying screams of a thousand cats.Moving through the house quickly,back through the kitchen,into the living room,up the stairs and leaping onto his bed in his room before closing the door.Safe in his bedroom,Marcus stops playing his ukulele and goes back to looking at his room.Remembering the egg,he observes the tiny crack marks on it's surface,an a little pair of eyes looking back out at him.Well,that was hardly unexpected,the little creature inside hasn't come out since the day the first cracks appeared,7 years ago...
Amber silences the Pesterchum application and sets her status to bully; as she'll be left alone for a small while. She quickly captchalogue the small pack of cards scattered across the floor and is left with a MESSY PACK OF CARDS in your card...which is too abstract for her to concider even more. After that she runs downstairs, after jumping over the PACK her mum left in the hallway, and enters the living room.
<spoiler=mum>
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So I like creating people in this. Sue me.
Suddenly Amber is engaged in STRIFE! As her mum uses her Cardkind to draw a ten. She abjures the ten with a spades king, though as she owns Batkind her king of spades is ineffective. Mum attacks once more with a dark Joker! She desperately tries to abscond, but cannot as her mum holds all proper positions! Out of desperation she tries to captchalogue the joker, and succeed as another card is used to hold the DARK JOKER CARD. Confused, her mum stands for a moment, and she absconds into the hallway again.
That was a fun game of cards! Sad though that the trip downstairs cost her three cards!
Getting slightly bored again, she runs back up the stairs and throws herself in her chair, letting it slide over the cluttered floor and throwing a wave of random objects everywhere.
<spoiler=mum>
So I like creating people in this. Sue me.
Suddenly Amber is engaged in STRIFE! As her mum uses her Cardkind to draw a ten. She abjures the ten with a spades king, though as she owns Batkind her king of spades is ineffective. Mum attacks once more with a dark Joker! She desperately tries to abscond, but cannot as her mum holds all proper positions! Out of desperation she tries to captchalogue the joker, and succeed as another card is used to hold the DARK JOKER CARD. Confused, her mum stands for a moment, and she absconds into the hallway again.
That was a fun game of cards! Sad though that the trip downstairs cost her three cards!
Getting slightly bored again, she runs back up the stairs and throws herself in her chair, letting it slide over the cluttered floor and throwing a wave of random objects everywhere.
Finaly breaking up the monotony Clarisa's computer made the happy beeeping noise of being both fully charged and someone pestering her. Opening up the log she see's it's her friend Amber, who seemed to have been reaching her for some time.
You cut the conversation short again as you hear the familiar rattling buzz sounds of a rickety bi-plane strafing over her house. Hurrying out she runs outside and looks up, it indeed was the mail drop that her grandfather set up with one of his old friends, though not exactly reliable as past experiences proved, but still got the job done. A large brown package with a pristine white parachute is tossed out and it begins to drift lazily towards her house.
Clarisa smiles excitedly as she is absolutely sure that Sburb would be in there, and couldnt wait to play it with her friends. She only got the basics from Amber, but it seems to be some kind of game that has you remake the enviroment for others to play in, which seemed creative enough and a good way to have fun with friends. As she ruminated on this the package descends, though not towards the bullseye that was painted on the roof but at the livingrooms fireplace, which is currently lit.
Swearing quietly she watches as fortunes giveth a small helping hand and the warm updraft sends the package skittering through the air and into the unlit chimney on the other side. Now she swears not so quietly and wished it went in the fire instead. Now she has go into POP's study to get it... and he doesnt enjoy being disturbed.
Trudging back into the house she notices that the ELEVATOR going down into their criss-crossing tunnels is currently deployed and with a high probability has him in it. Noticing that this could make things so much easier Clarisa run to the study and check the door... locked.
And for the third time in a short while she swore again.
==> Bust the Door Down
What? That's just ludicrous, that baby's solid oak, it aint going down without a fight... but you have another idea to get that in there without having to resort to asking POP to let her in.... acting quickly since she doesnt know how long he'll be busy she runs upstairs to get her plan going.
FA: ---O WHERE are YOU?
AA: In MY room
AA: Why the sudden interest in my positon on the world?
FA: ---O because youve been GONE FOR DAYS dummy ;P
AA: Well...
AA: There are a lot of things to explain for that and many angles to this story...
FA: ---O care to SHARE?
AA: *Glances around*
AA: N-o-o-ooo, no. Dont want to bore you
AA: It had ABSOLUTELY NOTHIGN to do with me losing my belongings/ Nope
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O did you LOSE your LAPTOP AGAIN?
AA: yes
AA: But there was a good reason this time!
FA: ---O what was IT?
AA: It was... under something
FA: ---O GOOD REASON indeed
AA: OKAY OKAY enough about that, lets try something else
FA: ---O OOH
FA: ---O my mum got HOME today!
AA: She did?
FA: ---O yessss TOOK HER a while to get BACK
AA: What took her so long this time?
FA: ---O i THINK she might have FALLEN or something she looked a bit ROUGH
FA: ---O but im sure shes fine ^^
AA: Oh
AA: She's one of those... what are they called again?
FA: ---O bluuuh i dunno
FA: ---O she CLIMBS or something
AA: huh
AA: well whatever floats her boat. hopefuls she's more careful next time
FA: ---O BUT HOW are YOU and your GRANDPA?
FA: ---O find TREASURE yet? :3
AA: No...
FA: ---O :O
AA: But it's somewhere, he swears that up and down... and loudly
FA: ---O hee! sounds like him
AA: He seems to know what he's doing. though I dont think nature is going along with the plan, we had branch-tunnel collapse today
FA: ---O :O is that bad?
AA: kinda... if we want to go back that way we'll have to dig it all out
AA: But it was kind of a dead end so no real loss
FA: ---O no one got HURT though RIGHT?
AA: of couse not!
FA: ---O GOOD
AA: well, we may have lost a canary or two but we have plenty of those annoying things anyways
FA: ---O aww
FA: ---O oh hey did you hear about VP?
AA: No, how could I?
AA: remember? lost this thing....
FA: ---O bluuuuh you and your logic!
AA: hey, one of us has to use it!
FA: ---O >
AA: so what about umbrella dude?
FA: ---O CL convinced VP to PLAY with US
AA: nice! another player is always good
FA: ---O yuss!
AA: Speaking of which, you got your copy yet?
FA: ---O noooo!
FA: ---O did YOU?
AA: No...
AA: But it should come today!
FA: ---O Same HERE! i hope..
AA: considering the guy who does mail drop didnt get drunk again
AA: *facepalm*
AA: that was a mess to clean up...
FA: ---O heehee! SOUNDS funny
AA: yes, I can see how it would be funny when you werent in over your head with other peoples junk mail
FA: ---O sorry
AA: dont be
AA: it was pretty funny!
FA: ---O
AA: OH!
AA: I think that buzzing means mails here!
AA: I'll get back to you in a bit!
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O ALRIGHT
FA: ---O BYE!
AA: buh-bye!
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 15:28 --
AA: In MY room
AA: Why the sudden interest in my positon on the world?
FA: ---O because youve been GONE FOR DAYS dummy ;P
AA: Well...
AA: There are a lot of things to explain for that and many angles to this story...
FA: ---O care to SHARE?
AA: *Glances around*
AA: N-o-o-ooo, no. Dont want to bore you
AA: It had ABSOLUTELY NOTHIGN to do with me losing my belongings/ Nope
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O did you LOSE your LAPTOP AGAIN?
AA: yes
AA: But there was a good reason this time!
FA: ---O what was IT?
AA: It was... under something
FA: ---O
GOOD REASON indeedAA: OKAY OKAY enough about that, lets try something else
FA: ---O OOH
FA: ---O my mum got HOME today!
AA: She did?
FA: ---O yessss TOOK HER a while to get BACK
AA: What took her so long this time?
FA: ---O i THINK she might have FALLEN or something she looked a bit ROUGH
FA: ---O but im sure shes fine ^^
AA: Oh
AA: She's one of those... what are they called again?
FA: ---O bluuuh i dunno
FA: ---O she CLIMBS or something
AA: huh
AA: well whatever floats her boat. hopefuls she's more careful next time
FA: ---O BUT HOW are YOU and your GRANDPA?
FA: ---O find TREASURE yet? :3
AA: No...
FA: ---O :O
AA: But it's somewhere, he swears that up and down... and loudly
FA: ---O hee! sounds like him
AA: He seems to know what he's doing. though I dont think nature is going along with the plan, we had branch-tunnel collapse today
FA: ---O :O is that bad?
AA: kinda... if we want to go back that way we'll have to dig it all out
AA: But it was kind of a dead end so no real loss
FA: ---O no one got HURT though RIGHT?
AA: of couse not!
FA: ---O GOOD
AA: well, we may have lost a canary or two but we have plenty of those annoying things anyways
FA: ---O aww
FA: ---O oh hey did you hear about VP?
AA: No, how could I?
AA: remember? lost this thing....
FA: ---O bluuuuh you and your logic!
AA: hey, one of us has to use it!
FA: ---O >
AA: so what about umbrella dude?
FA: ---O CL convinced VP to PLAY with US
AA: nice! another player is always good
FA: ---O yuss!
AA: Speaking of which, you got your copy yet?
FA: ---O noooo!
FA: ---O did YOU?
AA: No...
AA: But it should come today!
FA: ---O Same HERE! i hope..
AA: considering the guy who does mail drop didnt get drunk again
AA: *facepalm*
AA: that was a mess to clean up...
FA: ---O heehee! SOUNDS funny
AA: yes, I can see how it would be funny when you werent in over your head with other peoples junk mail
FA: ---O sorry
AA: dont be
AA: it was pretty funny!
FA: ---O
AA: OH!
AA: I think that buzzing means mails here!
AA: I'll get back to you in a bit!
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O ALRIGHT
FA: ---O BYE!
AA: buh-bye!
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 15:28 --
You cut the conversation short again as you hear the familiar rattling buzz sounds of a rickety bi-plane strafing over her house. Hurrying out she runs outside and looks up, it indeed was the mail drop that her grandfather set up with one of his old friends, though not exactly reliable as past experiences proved, but still got the job done. A large brown package with a pristine white parachute is tossed out and it begins to drift lazily towards her house.
Clarisa smiles excitedly as she is absolutely sure that Sburb would be in there, and couldnt wait to play it with her friends. She only got the basics from Amber, but it seems to be some kind of game that has you remake the enviroment for others to play in, which seemed creative enough and a good way to have fun with friends. As she ruminated on this the package descends, though not towards the bullseye that was painted on the roof but at the livingrooms fireplace, which is currently lit.
Swearing quietly she watches as fortunes giveth a small helping hand and the warm updraft sends the package skittering through the air and into the unlit chimney on the other side. Now she swears not so quietly and wished it went in the fire instead. Now she has go into POP's study to get it... and he doesnt enjoy being disturbed.
Trudging back into the house she notices that the ELEVATOR going down into their criss-crossing tunnels is currently deployed and with a high probability has him in it. Noticing that this could make things so much easier Clarisa run to the study and check the door... locked.
And for the third time in a short while she swore again.
==> Bust the Door Down
What? That's just ludicrous, that baby's solid oak, it aint going down without a fight... but you have another idea to get that in there without having to resort to asking POP to let her in.... acting quickly since she doesnt know how long he'll be busy she runs upstairs to get her plan going.
Transmigrate into a different adolescent
Kegan Blackwell was shilly-shallying in his room waiting for some worthy endeavor to fall down from the sky and rouse him from his laziness. Five hours pass. Kegan examines his current course of action. The TOMFOOLERY! He knows what he must do. Kegan allocates the FOOLSLAPPER to the strife deck, a glovekind, and proceeds to slap himself SHITLESS. After sufficiently punishing himself for his TOMFOOLERY, Kegan begins searching the internet for noteworthy games or activities. What is this now? SBURB beta? The inhumanity. Surely all his friends must have already installed or at least heard of it by now. Apparently spending the entire weekend playing Planescape: Torment almost non-stop wasn't a good idea. Kegan decides to catch up by quickly pirating the game and reading a guide about it while it downloads. What? Yes, he's going to pirate it, he has absolutely no scruples. Living in a REMOTE MOUNTAIN VILLA, does not help either. The Pesterchum program begins to emit annoying alerts. Why did Kegan even install this piece of software. Why would anyone want to be pestered? The mere thought... ridiculous.
<spoiler= Show Pesterlog>-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:54 --
CL: Yoouu theeree buuddy?
EM: Yes.
CL: Heeaard aaboouut thee whoolee Sbuurb thiing yeet?
EM: Thanks for telling me about it, very considerate. After mostly everyone in the world has installed it.
EM: You know how it is when I play Planescape Torment. I told you, bro.
CL: Soorry maan...
CL: AAll thee ootheers haavee heeaard oof iit.
CL: Haad aassuumeed yoouu gaad toooo.
CL: Theen aagaaiin.
CL: II haavee haad too eexplaaiin thee whoolee thiing toot eehm liikee.
CL: 50 miilliioon tiimees.
CL: Teell mee yoouu'vee goot iit soomeehoow?
CL: OOR reeaad thee maanuuaal?
EM: Luckily, I'm catching up. I'm getting it right now. Discs are not meant for people who like in remote mountain regions.
CL: II reeaally doo noot waant too haavee aanootheer Jeeff oon my haands.
EM: Yes. I've read a guide.
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu goot eeveerythiing?
CL: Seerveer plaayeers?
CL: UUSeers?
CL: Chaaiins?
CL: AAlcheemiizaatiioon?
EM: It was a good guide. I think. Regardless. I've read about 6 other guides to have a comprehensive vision of the matter.
CL: Soo whaat maatteers diid thee guuiidee suuss foor yoouu soo faar?
EM: Alchemizations, the disks, chains, a few other things, some wackos wrote something about a meteorite or something. Those guides were strangely more informative than the others, I'm sure they're set up to troll people, not explain.
CL: HEEheehee
CL: Yeeaah yoouu knoow preetty muuch whaat II knoow.
CL: Soo wee'ree aall gooood heeree?
CL: Goot yoouu Striifee Speeciibuus soorteed?
CL: Goot soomee shiit reeaady foor aalcheemiizaatiioons?
EM: Yes. I tried it on some... let's say, enemies nearby.
EM: It was super effective.
CL: ...
CL: Yoouu weeree slaappiing yoouurseelf weereen't yoouu?
EM: No, why even the though of it
CL: ...
CL: II'm noot suuree II trysr oon thiis maatteer.
CL: Yoouur kiindaa seelf puuniishiing soomee tiimees.
EM: Fine, yes, I was slapping myself. I seldom test my mangrit on myself.
CL: Foor liikee.
CL: ...
CL: OOkaay theen,Maangriitteesteer Mcgeeee
EM: This discussion has slipped into some pit of awkwardness that I do not wish to be in.
EM: May we proceed?
CL: Yees,leet's try aand oorgaaniizee oouur paart oof thee chaaiin.
EM: I have like... Two DVD-ROMs.
CL: Seerveer aand UUSeer maan
CL: Soo whoo doo waannaa coonneect too hoopeefuully?
CL: Thiink iit'd bee fuunneest too haavee yoouu foor my seerveer.
EM: I don't have anyone in mind really. I've heard that servers have some degree of power over their users, as with all servers. I'd rather not land myself with anyone...
EM: ...abusive.
CL: Hmmm...
CL: Weell AAmbeer's preetty gooood heeaarteed.
CL: Doouubt shee'd beeaat yoouu too deeaath wiith yoouur oown glooveekiiind.
CL: Buut shee caan bee aa biit oof aa diitz
CL: Jeeff Maaybee?
CL: Neeveermiind iit dooeesn't maatteer riight noow,.
CL: Taalk too yoouu laateer wheen mooree shiits goonee doown aand thee ootheers haavee theeiirs.
EM: Wait what?
CL: IImmaa seet Sbuurb too iinstaall whiilee II waaiit foor yoouu guuys.
EM: The others don't have it?
CL: Jeeff's waas stiill aarriiviing laast tiimee II cheeckeed.
CL: AAs waas AAmbeers.
EM: My download's half done..., I guess I overreacted on the whole being late thing.
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Seeee yaa maan.
EM: Bye.
CL: Wee haavee suusseed thaat yoouu'ree too bee my seerveer thoouugh,riight?
EM: Lucky you.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:22 --
Kegan Blackwell was shilly-shallying in his room waiting for some worthy endeavor to fall down from the sky and rouse him from his laziness. Five hours pass. Kegan examines his current course of action. The TOMFOOLERY! He knows what he must do. Kegan allocates the FOOLSLAPPER to the strife deck, a glovekind, and proceeds to slap himself SHITLESS. After sufficiently punishing himself for his TOMFOOLERY, Kegan begins searching the internet for noteworthy games or activities. What is this now? SBURB beta? The inhumanity. Surely all his friends must have already installed or at least heard of it by now. Apparently spending the entire weekend playing Planescape: Torment almost non-stop wasn't a good idea. Kegan decides to catch up by quickly pirating the game and reading a guide about it while it downloads. What? Yes, he's going to pirate it, he has absolutely no scruples. Living in a REMOTE MOUNTAIN VILLA, does not help either. The Pesterchum program begins to emit annoying alerts. Why did Kegan even install this piece of software. Why would anyone want to be pestered? The mere thought... ridiculous.
<spoiler= Show Pesterlog>-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:54 --
CL: Yoouu theeree buuddy?
EM: Yes.
CL: Heeaard aaboouut thee whoolee Sbuurb thiing yeet?
EM: Thanks for telling me about it, very considerate. After mostly everyone in the world has installed it.
EM: You know how it is when I play Planescape Torment. I told you, bro.
CL: Soorry maan...
CL: AAll thee ootheers haavee heeaard oof iit.
CL: Haad aassuumeed yoouu gaad toooo.
CL: Theen aagaaiin.
CL: II haavee haad too eexplaaiin thee whoolee thiing toot eehm liikee.
CL: 50 miilliioon tiimees.
CL: Teell mee yoouu'vee goot iit soomeehoow?
CL: OOR reeaad thee maanuuaal?
EM: Luckily, I'm catching up. I'm getting it right now. Discs are not meant for people who like in remote mountain regions.
CL: II reeaally doo noot waant too haavee aanootheer Jeeff oon my haands.
EM: Yes. I've read a guide.
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu goot eeveerythiing?
CL: Seerveer plaayeers?
CL: UUSeers?
CL: Chaaiins?
CL: AAlcheemiizaatiioon?
EM: It was a good guide. I think. Regardless. I've read about 6 other guides to have a comprehensive vision of the matter.
CL: Soo whaat maatteers diid thee guuiidee suuss foor yoouu soo faar?
EM: Alchemizations, the disks, chains, a few other things, some wackos wrote something about a meteorite or something. Those guides were strangely more informative than the others, I'm sure they're set up to troll people, not explain.
CL: HEEheehee
CL: Yeeaah yoouu knoow preetty muuch whaat II knoow.
CL: Soo wee'ree aall gooood heeree?
CL: Goot yoouu Striifee Speeciibuus soorteed?
CL: Goot soomee shiit reeaady foor aalcheemiizaatiioons?
EM: Yes. I tried it on some... let's say, enemies nearby.
EM: It was super effective.
CL: ...
CL: Yoouu weeree slaappiing yoouurseelf weereen't yoouu?
EM: No, why even the though of it
CL: ...
CL: II'm noot suuree II trysr oon thiis maatteer.
CL: Yoouur kiindaa seelf puuniishiing soomee tiimees.
EM: Fine, yes, I was slapping myself. I seldom test my mangrit on myself.
CL: Foor liikee.
CL: ...
CL: OOkaay theen,Maangriitteesteer Mcgeeee
EM: This discussion has slipped into some pit of awkwardness that I do not wish to be in.
EM: May we proceed?
CL: Yees,leet's try aand oorgaaniizee oouur paart oof thee chaaiin.
EM: I have like... Two DVD-ROMs.
CL: Seerveer aand UUSeer maan
CL: Soo whoo doo waannaa coonneect too hoopeefuully?
CL: Thiink iit'd bee fuunneest too haavee yoouu foor my seerveer.
EM: I don't have anyone in mind really. I've heard that servers have some degree of power over their users, as with all servers. I'd rather not land myself with anyone...
EM: ...abusive.
CL: Hmmm...
CL: Weell AAmbeer's preetty gooood heeaarteed.
CL: Doouubt shee'd beeaat yoouu too deeaath wiith yoouur oown glooveekiiind.
CL: Buut shee caan bee aa biit oof aa diitz
CL: Jeeff Maaybee?
CL: Neeveermiind iit dooeesn't maatteer riight noow,.
CL: Taalk too yoouu laateer wheen mooree shiits goonee doown aand thee ootheers haavee theeiirs.
EM: Wait what?
CL: IImmaa seet Sbuurb too iinstaall whiilee II waaiit foor yoouu guuys.
EM: The others don't have it?
CL: Jeeff's waas stiill aarriiviing laast tiimee II cheeckeed.
CL: AAs waas AAmbeers.
EM: My download's half done..., I guess I overreacted on the whole being late thing.
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Seeee yaa maan.
EM: Bye.
CL: Wee haavee suusseed thaat yoouu'ree too bee my seerveer thoouugh,riight?
EM: Lucky you.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:22 --
Marcus stops being a tomfool and steps down from his bed,and stops looking at the little pair of eyes he loved so dearly at this point.He truly loved that unknown animal,with it's cute little yellow slitted eyes and it's soft mewing sounds.But he wasn't going to be the one to force it out,oh no,it could come out when it was good and ready.Turning,Marcus looks at his whiteboard again and checks it all over,before looking at the centre.It was a full circle,connecting 8 boxes,cut into three sections,each with a arrow leading to one another.One was already filled in: "Mark Vren:???? of ????:Land of ???? and ????",written in multi-colour marker pen.Deciding the chart looked a little empty,he decided to check with his buddy.
<spoiler= Show Pesterlog>-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:54 --
CL: Yoouu theeree buuddy?
EM: Yes.
CL: Heeaard aaboouut thee whoolee Sbuurb thiing yeet?
EM: Thanks for telling me about it, very considerate. After mostly everyone in the world has installed it.
EM: You know how it is when I play Planescape Torment. I told you, bro.
CL: Soorry maan...
CL: AAll thee ootheers haavee heeaard oof iit.
CL: Haad aassuumeed yoouu gaad toooo.
CL: Theen aagaaiin.
CL: II haavee haad too eexplaaiin thee whoolee thiing toot eehm liikee.
CL: 50 miilliioon tiimees.
CL: Teell mee yoouu'vee goot iit soomeehoow?
CL: OOR reeaad thee maanuuaal?
EM: Luckily, I'm catching up. I'm getting it right now. Discs are not meant for people who like in remote mountain regions.
CL: II reeaally doo noot waant too haavee aanootheer Jeeff oon my haands.
EM: Yes. I've read a guide.
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu goot eeveerythiing?
CL: Seerveer plaayeers?
CL: UUSeers?
CL: Chaaiins?
CL: AAlcheemiizaatiioon?
EM: It was a good guide. I think. Regardless. I've read about 6 other guides to have a comprehensive vision of the matter.
CL: Soo whaat maatteers diid thee guuiidee suuss foor yoouu soo faar?
EM: Alchemizations, the disks, chains, a few other things, some wackos wrote something about a meteorite or something. Those guides were strangely more informative than the others, I'm sure they're set up to troll people, not explain.
CL: HEEheehee
CL: Yeeaah yoouu knoow preetty muuch whaat II knoow.
CL: Soo wee'ree aall gooood heeree?
CL: Goot yoouu Striifee Speeciibuus soorteed?
CL: Goot soomee shiit reeaady foor aalcheemiizaatiioons?
EM: Yes. I tried it on some... let's say, enemies nearby.
EM: It was super effective.
CL: ...
CL: Yoouu weeree slaappiing yoouurseelf weereen't yoouu?
EM: No, why even the though of it
CL: ...
CL: II'm noot suuree II trysr oon thiis maatteer.
CL: Yoouur kiindaa seelf puuniishiing soomee tiimees.
EM: Fine, yes, I was slapping myself. I seldom test my mangrit on myself.
CL: Foor liikee.
CL: ...
CL: OOkaay theen,Maangriitteesteer Mcgeeee
EM: This discussion has slipped into some pit of awkwardness that I do not wish to be in.
EM: May we proceed?
CL: Yees,leet's try aand oorgaaniizee oouur paart oof thee chaaiin.
EM: I have like... Two DVD-ROMs.
CL: Seerveer aand UUSeer maan
CL: Soo whoo doo waannaa coonneect too hoopeefuully?
CL: Thiink iit'd bee fuunneest too haavee yoouu foor my seerveer.
EM: I don't have anyone in mind really. I've heard that servers have some degree of power over their users, as with all servers. I'd rather not land myself with anyone...
EM: ...abusive.
CL: Hmmm...
CL: Weell AAmbeer's preetty gooood heeaarteed.
CL: Doouubt shee'd beeaat yoouu too deeaath wiith yoouur oown glooveekiiind.
CL: Buut shee caan bee aa biit oof aa diitz
CL: Jeeff Maaybee?
CL: Neeveermiind iit dooeesn't maatteer riight noow,.
CL: Taalk too yoouu laateer wheen mooree shiits goonee doown aand thee ootheers haavee theeiirs.
EM: Wait what?
CL: IImmaa seet Sbuurb too iinstaall whiilee II waaiit foor yoouu guuys.
EM: The others don't have it?
CL: Jeeff's waas stiill aarriiviing laast tiimee II cheeckeed.
CL: AAs waas AAmbeers.
EM: My download's half done..., I guess I overreacted on the whole being late thing.
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Seeee yaa maan.
EM: Bye.
CL: Wee haavee suusseed thaat yoouu'ree too bee my seerveer thoouugh,riight?
EM: Lucky you.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:22 --
Well that was Productive...Mark also notices that Fiesty is online,and decides to sort her place out as well.
Satified,Marcus jumped from his seat and over to the white board,filling in two names,one next to his,and one next to each of his good buddies: "Keegan Blackwell:???? of ????:Land of ???? and ????" and "Amber Greenwitch:???? of ????:Land of ???? and ????.
<spoiler= Show Pesterlog>-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:54 --
CL: Yoouu theeree buuddy?
EM: Yes.
CL: Heeaard aaboouut thee whoolee Sbuurb thiing yeet?
EM: Thanks for telling me about it, very considerate. After mostly everyone in the world has installed it.
EM: You know how it is when I play Planescape Torment. I told you, bro.
CL: Soorry maan...
CL: AAll thee ootheers haavee heeaard oof iit.
CL: Haad aassuumeed yoouu gaad toooo.
CL: Theen aagaaiin.
CL: II haavee haad too eexplaaiin thee whoolee thiing toot eehm liikee.
CL: 50 miilliioon tiimees.
CL: Teell mee yoouu'vee goot iit soomeehoow?
CL: OOR reeaad thee maanuuaal?
EM: Luckily, I'm catching up. I'm getting it right now. Discs are not meant for people who like in remote mountain regions.
CL: II reeaally doo noot waant too haavee aanootheer Jeeff oon my haands.
EM: Yes. I've read a guide.
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu goot eeveerythiing?
CL: Seerveer plaayeers?
CL: UUSeers?
CL: Chaaiins?
CL: AAlcheemiizaatiioon?
EM: It was a good guide. I think. Regardless. I've read about 6 other guides to have a comprehensive vision of the matter.
CL: Soo whaat maatteers diid thee guuiidee suuss foor yoouu soo faar?
EM: Alchemizations, the disks, chains, a few other things, some wackos wrote something about a meteorite or something. Those guides were strangely more informative than the others, I'm sure they're set up to troll people, not explain.
CL: HEEheehee
CL: Yeeaah yoouu knoow preetty muuch whaat II knoow.
CL: Soo wee'ree aall gooood heeree?
CL: Goot yoouu Striifee Speeciibuus soorteed?
CL: Goot soomee shiit reeaady foor aalcheemiizaatiioons?
EM: Yes. I tried it on some... let's say, enemies nearby.
EM: It was super effective.
CL: ...
CL: Yoouu weeree slaappiing yoouurseelf weereen't yoouu?
EM: No, why even the though of it
CL: ...
CL: II'm noot suuree II trysr oon thiis maatteer.
CL: Yoouur kiindaa seelf puuniishiing soomee tiimees.
EM: Fine, yes, I was slapping myself. I seldom test my mangrit on myself.
CL: Foor liikee.
CL: ...
CL: OOkaay theen,Maangriitteesteer Mcgeeee
EM: This discussion has slipped into some pit of awkwardness that I do not wish to be in.
EM: May we proceed?
CL: Yees,leet's try aand oorgaaniizee oouur paart oof thee chaaiin.
EM: I have like... Two DVD-ROMs.
CL: Seerveer aand UUSeer maan
CL: Soo whoo doo waannaa coonneect too hoopeefuully?
CL: Thiink iit'd bee fuunneest too haavee yoouu foor my seerveer.
EM: I don't have anyone in mind really. I've heard that servers have some degree of power over their users, as with all servers. I'd rather not land myself with anyone...
EM: ...abusive.
CL: Hmmm...
CL: Weell AAmbeer's preetty gooood heeaarteed.
CL: Doouubt shee'd beeaat yoouu too deeaath wiith yoouur oown glooveekiiind.
CL: Buut shee caan bee aa biit oof aa diitz
CL: Jeeff Maaybee?
CL: Neeveermiind iit dooeesn't maatteer riight noow,.
CL: Taalk too yoouu laateer wheen mooree shiits goonee doown aand thee ootheers haavee theeiirs.
EM: Wait what?
CL: IImmaa seet Sbuurb too iinstaall whiilee II waaiit foor yoouu guuys.
EM: The others don't have it?
CL: Jeeff's waas stiill aarriiviing laast tiimee II cheeckeed.
CL: AAs waas AAmbeers.
EM: My download's half done..., I guess I overreacted on the whole being late thing.
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Seeee yaa maan.
EM: Bye.
CL: Wee haavee suusseed thaat yoouu'ree too bee my seerveer thoouugh,riight?
EM: Lucky you.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:22 --
Well that was Productive...Mark also notices that Fiesty is online,and decides to sort her place out as well.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:21 --
CL: Heey Fiieesty.
FA: ---O LOONIE
FA: ---O hows it GOING?
CL: Noothiing.
CL: Juust fiiniisheed aan iinteereestiing coonveersaatiioon wiith Meeaan.
CL: KEEgaan.
CL: Whaateeveer yoouu waant too reefeer too hiim aas.
CL: Hee's beeeen reeaadiing oonliinee aaboouut Sbuurb.
CL: hee's eer...
CL: "Boorroowiing" iit riight noow.
CL: Froom thee iinteerneet.
CL: IIf yoouu caatch my driift.
FA: ---O oooh SNEAKY >
CL: iindeeeed.
FA: ---O did HE get it YET?
CL: 50% fiiniisheed
CL: AAnywaay,wee weeree taalkiing aaboouut Chaaiins.
CL: Tryiing too geet thiis aall suusseed beefooree eeveeryoonee geets theeiir coopy.
FA: ---O did he KNOW about the CHAINS?
CL: Whoo ddii yoouu haavee iin miind foor yoouu plaacee iin thee chaaiin?
CL: Yeep.
CL: Thee guuiidees weeree...
CL: Coompreeheensiivee,too saay thee leeaast.
CL: Soomeethiing aaboouut aa meeteeoor?
CL: II duunnoo.
CL: Buut yeeaah.
CL: Chaaiin poosiitiioons?
FA: ---O uuuhh
FA: ---O I DUNNO
CL: II suuggeesteed yoouu foor Meeaan.
CL: Duuee too hiis woorry toowaards beeiing stuuck wiith soomeeoonee...
CL: "AAbuusiivee"
FA: ---O as SERVER you mean?
CL: Yees.
FA: ---O yay! I get to be meanies SERVER!
FA: ---O
CL: Heeheeheehee
CL: AAlsoo,wee'll aask hiim laateer,buut hoow doo yoouu feeeel aaboouut Jeeff beeiing yoouur Seerveer?
FA: ---O YES! umbrellaboy will SERVE ME >
CL:
CL: II meeaant yoouu weeree hiis uuseer AAmb.
CL: Thaat niicknaamee dooeesn't suuiit...
CL: Feeiist?
CL: Yeeaah.
CL: AAnywaay.
FA: ---O what do you mean HIS USER?
CL: Seerveer->UUseer?
CL: Guuy whoo buuiilds uup yoouur hoouusee?
CL: Throouughs shiit aaroouund.
CL: Heelps yoouu?
FA: ---O so i will build UMBRELLAS house you MEAN?
FA: ---O sorry i havent got the manual yet
CL: Noooooooo....
CL: Yoouu buuiild Meeaans hoouusee.
CL: UUmbreellaa buuiilds yoouur hoouusee.
CL: Theen Meeaan buuiilds my hoouusee.
CL: AAnd II buuiild X's hoouusee.
FA: ---O bluhbluh I WILL SEE IT WHEN I GET IT
FA: ---O
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
CL: Soo yoouur gooood wiith beeiign Meeaan's Seeveer?
CL: Thaat puuts uus aat AAmbeer->Keegaan->Maark
FA: ---O thats FINE
CL: gooood too heeaar.
CL: Byee Feeiist
FA: ---O BYYEEE
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:31 --
CL: Heey Fiieesty.
FA: ---O LOONIE
FA: ---O hows it GOING?
CL: Noothiing.
CL: Juust fiiniisheed aan iinteereestiing coonveersaatiioon wiith Meeaan.
CL: KEEgaan.
CL: Whaateeveer yoouu waant too reefeer too hiim aas.
CL: Hee's beeeen reeaadiing oonliinee aaboouut Sbuurb.
CL: hee's eer...
CL: "Boorroowiing" iit riight noow.
CL: Froom thee iinteerneet.
CL: IIf yoouu caatch my driift.
FA: ---O oooh SNEAKY >
CL: iindeeeed.
FA: ---O did HE get it YET?
CL: 50% fiiniisheed
CL: AAnywaay,wee weeree taalkiing aaboouut Chaaiins.
CL: Tryiing too geet thiis aall suusseed beefooree eeveeryoonee geets theeiir coopy.
FA: ---O did he KNOW about the CHAINS?
CL: Whoo ddii yoouu haavee iin miind foor yoouu plaacee iin thee chaaiin?
CL: Yeep.
CL: Thee guuiidees weeree...
CL: Coompreeheensiivee,too saay thee leeaast.
CL: Soomeethiing aaboouut aa meeteeoor?
CL: II duunnoo.
CL: Buut yeeaah.
CL: Chaaiin poosiitiioons?
FA: ---O uuuhh
FA: ---O I DUNNO
CL: II suuggeesteed yoouu foor Meeaan.
CL: Duuee too hiis woorry toowaards beeiing stuuck wiith soomeeoonee...
CL: "AAbuusiivee"
FA: ---O as SERVER you mean?
CL: Yees.
FA: ---O yay! I get to be meanies SERVER!
FA: ---O
CL: Heeheeheehee
CL: AAlsoo,wee'll aask hiim laateer,buut hoow doo yoouu feeeel aaboouut Jeeff beeiing yoouur Seerveer?
FA: ---O YES! umbrellaboy will SERVE ME >
CL:
CL: II meeaant yoouu weeree hiis uuseer AAmb.
CL: Thaat niicknaamee dooeesn't suuiit...
CL: Feeiist?
CL: Yeeaah.
CL: AAnywaay.
FA: ---O what do you mean HIS USER?
CL: Seerveer->UUseer?
CL: Guuy whoo buuiilds uup yoouur hoouusee?
CL: Throouughs shiit aaroouund.
CL: Heelps yoouu?
FA: ---O so i will build UMBRELLAS house you MEAN?
FA: ---O sorry i havent got the manual yet
CL: Noooooooo....
CL: Yoouu buuiild Meeaans hoouusee.
CL: UUmbreellaa buuiilds yoouur hoouusee.
CL: Theen Meeaan buuiilds my hoouusee.
CL: AAnd II buuiild X's hoouusee.
FA: ---O bluhbluh I WILL SEE IT WHEN I GET IT
FA: ---O
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
CL: Soo yoouur gooood wiith beeiign Meeaan's Seeveer?
CL: Thaat puuts uus aat AAmbeer->Keegaan->Maark
FA: ---O thats FINE
CL: gooood too heeaar.
CL: Byee Feeiist
FA: ---O BYYEEE
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:31 --
Derek: Dance around like the stupid boy you are and wake up your granny!
No! He might not be smart, but he isn't completely mad! His parents would start a strife if he disturbs his grandma! Although, she looks so peaceful...a little too peaceful, nah.
Derek:Check mail for SBURB copy.
He walked over to the MAILBOX outside only to find...A PRE-ORDER BOX SET OF BOTH SERVER AND CLIENT PLAYER DATA! Derek took a ride on his decorated swing-set before going home. The satisfying sound of gold chains swinging back and forth was heard after the swinging was finished. The boy was over-joyed that his copy of SBURB came early, and was in new condition, if only it was a little more shiny...a PENCIL shoots out at his wall making it stick in place. There are words on that PENCIL which say: IT CANT GET SHINIER! DEAL WITH IT! Also, put this pencil back into the captchalogue. The pencil must be obeyed! Derek puts the pencil back into the captchalogue. Good boy.
Tell your "almost friend" Jeffery about the news, and to find out if he'll play it with you
He turns on the computer and begins a chat, however after a while of having no response, he goes to his bed and waits. After like five minutes however, there was a response.
No! He might not be smart, but he isn't completely mad! His parents would start a strife if he disturbs his grandma! Although, she looks so peaceful...a little too peaceful, nah.
Derek:Check mail for SBURB copy.
He walked over to the MAILBOX outside only to find...A PRE-ORDER BOX SET OF BOTH SERVER AND CLIENT PLAYER DATA! Derek took a ride on his decorated swing-set before going home. The satisfying sound of gold chains swinging back and forth was heard after the swinging was finished. The boy was over-joyed that his copy of SBURB came early, and was in new condition, if only it was a little more shiny...a PENCIL shoots out at his wall making it stick in place. There are words on that PENCIL which say: IT CANT GET SHINIER! DEAL WITH IT! Also, put this pencil back into the captchalogue. The pencil must be obeyed! Derek puts the pencil back into the captchalogue. Good boy.
Tell your "almost friend" Jeffery about the news, and to find out if he'll play it with you
He turns on the computer and begins a chat, however after a while of having no response, he goes to his bed and waits. After like five minutes however, there was a response.
-- [font color=#00CD00]terrorTwoshoes[/font] started pestering voidedParasol --
TT: Hey stage man. I just got my cpy of SBUB. Did yu get yurs?
VP: -- yeah, i just got it; -]
VP: -- i'm having a little trouble installing it, though; -]
TT: Oh, sory to hear that. I was hoping if mabe I can join your chain or whatevr is
TT:caled. Gamebro said tht I have to hve a servr player, and a client player.
TT:care to be my server playr?
VP: -- i think i'm already amber's server player; -]
VP: -- mark seems to be the guy organizing this chain thing, so i'd ask him to see where you are; -]
VP: -- i'd ask, too, but it seems like he's not on right now; -]
VP: -- so all i know right now is that i'm amber's server player, and amber is acting as server player for kegan -]
VP: -- sorry; -]
TT: Are yu serios!? Oh no! I might not be able to play the game with you guys then!
TT: Doesn't this S*** happen lik al the time in plays?
VP: -- i'm not sure i follow; -]
VP: -- but i don't think it means you won't be able to play the game with us; -]
VP: -- i just don't think i'm available to be your server player; -]
VP: -- it's nothing personal; -]
TT: Wait a second, is kege's avalable? I mean, I dont tlk to hm much, but maybe he
TT:can be my server player! Thanks for filing me in on the action. I hope I'll have fun
TTlaying this, because I sure didn't have fun PAYING for this, see what I did there?
TT: :3 It was a stupid pun, DEAL WIT IT >:3
VP: -- i thought we were getting this beta for free; -]
VP: -- anyway, kegan might be free; -]
VP: -- again, i don't know what mark has planned yet; -]
VP: -- or if anyone is planning on following it, anyway; -]
VP: -- talk to mark the next time he gets on; -]
TT: Oh sht! I think I got fooled into BUYING this beta! Gosh I'm retarded! I think I'm so stpid tht my supidity actually takes up a cptchaloge space. Ima go talk to mark and kegan. Thanks once again, and goodbye.
VP: -- no problem; -]
VP: -- hope you find out who you're supposed to connect with; -]
VP: -- i need to focus on this installation dealie, so i'll talk to you later; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering terrorTwoshoes [TT]
TT: Hey stage man. I just got my cpy of SBUB. Did yu get yurs?
VP: -- yeah, i just got it; -]
VP: -- i'm having a little trouble installing it, though; -]
TT: Oh, sory to hear that. I was hoping if mabe I can join your chain or whatevr is
TT:caled. Gamebro said tht I have to hve a servr player, and a client player.
TT:care to be my server playr?
VP: -- i think i'm already amber's server player; -]
VP: -- mark seems to be the guy organizing this chain thing, so i'd ask him to see where you are; -]
VP: -- i'd ask, too, but it seems like he's not on right now; -]
VP: -- so all i know right now is that i'm amber's server player, and amber is acting as server player for kegan -]
VP: -- sorry; -]
TT: Are yu serios!? Oh no! I might not be able to play the game with you guys then!
TT: Doesn't this S*** happen lik al the time in plays?
VP: -- i'm not sure i follow; -]
VP: -- but i don't think it means you won't be able to play the game with us; -]
VP: -- i just don't think i'm available to be your server player; -]
VP: -- it's nothing personal; -]
TT: Wait a second, is kege's avalable? I mean, I dont tlk to hm much, but maybe he
TT:can be my server player! Thanks for filing me in on the action. I hope I'll have fun
TT
laying this, because I sure didn't have fun PAYING for this, see what I did there? TT: :3 It was a stupid pun, DEAL WIT IT >:3
VP: -- i thought we were getting this beta for free; -]
VP: -- anyway, kegan might be free; -]
VP: -- again, i don't know what mark has planned yet; -]
VP: -- or if anyone is planning on following it, anyway; -]
VP: -- talk to mark the next time he gets on; -]
TT: Oh sht! I think I got fooled into BUYING this beta! Gosh I'm retarded! I think I'm so stpid tht my supidity actually takes up a cptchaloge space. Ima go talk to mark and kegan. Thanks once again, and goodbye.
VP: -- no problem; -]
VP: -- hope you find out who you're supposed to connect with; -]
VP: -- i need to focus on this installation dealie, so i'll talk to you later; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering terrorTwoshoes [TT]
Amber pushes herself away from the desk. The glare of the monitor in the quickly dimming daylight was giving her a headache. She was glad though have gotten her place in the chain. Meant she was actually given a place.
Suddenly her Pesterchum chimed again. She braved the glare once again to descend into the furious waves of social ettiquette.
Talk to a chum, is what I mean to say.
<spoiler=Click to view>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:59 --
FA: ---O MEEAANIE
EM: Yes?
FA: ---O guess WHAT?
FA: ---O i get to BE your SERVER PLAYER in SBURB
EM: Oh the unbridled joy.
EM: Yes, enough sarcasm for now.
EM: Well, it should be rather fun from what I have heard.
FA: ---O i heard you 'AQUIRED' the game...
FA: ---O how SHADY :O
EM: These guides I've read do not make a lot of sense though.
EM: I do not know what you mean.
FA: ---O suuuure
FA: ---O wait there are GUIDES?
EM: Yes, apparently some have played before us.
FA: ---O huh
EM: Strange, considering that the game hasn't been released for more than a day.
FA: ---O i KNOW and its only a BETA
EM: Have you aquired the fabled disks?
FA: ---O oh MAN
FA: ---O EVERYONE is asking that!
FA: ---O no i havent got them YET
EM: I will step over here and enjoy the wonders of 'aquiring' things, if you don't mind.
FA: ---O oh YOU
FA: ---O i guess you dont HAVE to WORRY about getting CAUGHT huh?
EM: What are you talking about? Really, I have no idea.
FA: ---O all the way UP THERE theres no one to CATCH a PIRATE
EM: I don't even know exactly where I am.
FA: ---O well i assumed you were somewhere high in MOUNTAINS and stuff
EM: Yes, that is correct. Come to think of it, I haven't really ever thought about leaving this place.
EM: That would require... too much effort.
FA: ---O aww
FA: ---O well PERHAPS SOMEDAY you will have the MOTIVATION to do so!
EM: Motivation. Hmpf. Overrated.
FA: ---O OMGOSH
FA: ---O i think i JUST HEARD the MAILMAN :O
EM: Let us hope so.
FA: ---O im going to dash REAL QUICK okay?
EM: Might be your... hyperactive imagination, though.
EM: Let's not hold our breaths.
EM: Okay.
FA: ---O bluuuuuh SCEPTIC
FA: ---O see you IN A BIT
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:12 --
She practically launched herself off the chair, tripping over a stray roll of cloth. She clumsily landed on the ground, but picked herself up pretty fast. Another hasty trip down the stairs preceded her zooming out of the front door. She could hear the TELEVISION faintly in the hallway; evidence that her mum was looking at those AWFUL SOAPS that air around this time.
Again she saw that the mail-swingy-uppy-thingy was up again! The opened the mailbox.
[http://img819.imageshack.us/i/sburb.png/]
You got one (1) SBURB BETA!
Suddenly her Pesterchum chimed again. She braved the glare once again to descend into the furious waves of social ettiquette.
Talk to a chum, is what I mean to say.
<spoiler=Click to view>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:59 --
FA: ---O MEEAANIE
EM: Yes?
FA: ---O guess WHAT?
FA: ---O i get to BE your SERVER PLAYER in SBURB
EM: Oh the unbridled joy.
EM: Yes, enough sarcasm for now.
EM: Well, it should be rather fun from what I have heard.
FA: ---O i heard you 'AQUIRED' the game...
FA: ---O how SHADY :O
EM: These guides I've read do not make a lot of sense though.
EM: I do not know what you mean.
FA: ---O suuuure
FA: ---O wait there are GUIDES?
EM: Yes, apparently some have played before us.
FA: ---O huh
EM: Strange, considering that the game hasn't been released for more than a day.
FA: ---O i KNOW and its only a BETA
EM: Have you aquired the fabled disks?
FA: ---O oh MAN
FA: ---O EVERYONE is asking that!
FA: ---O no i havent got them YET
EM: I will step over here and enjoy the wonders of 'aquiring' things, if you don't mind.
FA: ---O oh YOU
FA: ---O i guess you dont HAVE to WORRY about getting CAUGHT huh?
EM: What are you talking about? Really, I have no idea.
FA: ---O all the way UP THERE theres no one to CATCH a PIRATE
EM: I don't even know exactly where I am.
FA: ---O well i assumed you were somewhere high in MOUNTAINS and stuff
EM: Yes, that is correct. Come to think of it, I haven't really ever thought about leaving this place.
EM: That would require... too much effort.
FA: ---O aww
FA: ---O well PERHAPS SOMEDAY you will have the MOTIVATION to do so!
EM: Motivation. Hmpf. Overrated.
FA: ---O OMGOSH
FA: ---O i think i JUST HEARD the MAILMAN :O
EM: Let us hope so.
FA: ---O im going to dash REAL QUICK okay?
EM: Might be your... hyperactive imagination, though.
EM: Let's not hold our breaths.
EM: Okay.
FA: ---O bluuuuuh SCEPTIC
FA: ---O see you IN A BIT
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:12 --
She practically launched herself off the chair, tripping over a stray roll of cloth. She clumsily landed on the ground, but picked herself up pretty fast. Another hasty trip down the stairs preceded her zooming out of the front door. She could hear the TELEVISION faintly in the hallway; evidence that her mum was looking at those AWFUL SOAPS that air around this time.
Again she saw that the mail-swingy-uppy-thingy was up again! The opened the mailbox.
You got one (1) SBURB BETA!
The sun was starting to set as Donnie emerged from his home. Most people would be preparing to end their days at this point. Not Donnie. This was like the morning for him.
Check the mail.
Nope, nothing in the MAILBOX. Makes sense though. Mail is generally delivered earlier in the day. Chances are good that the older sibling is in possession of the disks now. Donnie?s hand covered his face, executing a PERFECT FIVE-STAR FACEPALM. Picard would be proud.
Retrieve guitar.
Oh right, that WONDEROUS INSTRUMENT OF LEGEND. It wouldn?t be very dignified to leave it in the yard all night, would it? Donnie strolled over to its resting place in the yard.
Whoops! Who left that garden hose there? Who even waters their lawn at this time of night?
Donnie captchalogued the HOSE out of annoyance. No more tripping over that nuisance.
Wait...
Wonderful. Donnie just placed the garden hose in his strife deck. Well, GARDENHOSEKIND might be an effective weapon. And Donnie has always had the urge to beat people with a rubber hose.
He also captchalogued the GUITAR. Just to be certain.
Go back inside.
He does. The house is deadly quiet. Someone turned off the TUNES. His brother was at the top of the stairs. There was a PACKAGE in one hand and the SBURB disks in the other. The intention was clear.
Donnie wandered up to his room with the PACKAGE now in tow. He changed his pesterchum status from PEPPY to RANCOROUS. It looked like he wouldn?t be playing early tonight. He decided to pester someone to spread the word.
Well that was unsatisfying. It?s hard to get a word in edgewise with Mark. What was he thinking?
X2 FACEDESK COMBO
Check the mail.
Nope, nothing in the MAILBOX. Makes sense though. Mail is generally delivered earlier in the day. Chances are good that the older sibling is in possession of the disks now. Donnie?s hand covered his face, executing a PERFECT FIVE-STAR FACEPALM. Picard would be proud.
Retrieve guitar.
Oh right, that WONDEROUS INSTRUMENT OF LEGEND. It wouldn?t be very dignified to leave it in the yard all night, would it? Donnie strolled over to its resting place in the yard.
Whoops! Who left that garden hose there? Who even waters their lawn at this time of night?
Donnie captchalogued the HOSE out of annoyance. No more tripping over that nuisance.
Wait...
Wonderful. Donnie just placed the garden hose in his strife deck. Well, GARDENHOSEKIND might be an effective weapon. And Donnie has always had the urge to beat people with a rubber hose.
He also captchalogued the GUITAR. Just to be certain.
Go back inside.
He does. The house is deadly quiet. Someone turned off the TUNES. His brother was at the top of the stairs. There was a PACKAGE in one hand and the SBURB disks in the other. The intention was clear.
Donnie wandered up to his room with the PACKAGE now in tow. He changed his pesterchum status from PEPPY to RANCOROUS. It looked like he wouldn?t be playing early tonight. He decided to pester someone to spread the word.
-- apatheticMuse [AM] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 16:12 --
AM: yo mark you there? >.>
CL: ...
CL: Yees Doonniiee.
CL: Yees II aam.
CL: Why doo yoouu aasl?
AM: because i have less than fortunate news -.-
AM: ill probably be joining the game later on :/
CL: II haad guueesseed sooeemeethiing waas uup wiith yoouu feeeeliing Raancooroouus.
CL: Whaat.
CL: Daammiit...
CL: OOkaay,wee'ree goonnnaa haavee too plaacee yoouu aat thee eend oof thee chaaiin.
CL: OOR thiis aall gooees tiits uup.
CL: AA loot oof peeooplee duuee.
CL: *Diiee.
AM: fair enough o.o
CL: II'm gooiing too haavee too coorreect thee waall...
CL: Thaank yoouu foor aaleertiing mee beefooreehaand Doonniiee.
CL: Yoouu juust saaveed uus aa loot oof tiimee.
CL: HAAvee aa niicee daay.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 16:15 --
AM: yo mark you there? >.>
CL: ...
CL: Yees Doonniiee.
CL: Yees II aam.
CL: Why doo yoouu aasl?
AM: because i have less than fortunate news -.-
AM: ill probably be joining the game later on :/
CL: II haad guueesseed sooeemeethiing waas uup wiith yoouu feeeeliing Raancooroouus.
CL: Whaat.
CL: Daammiit...
CL: OOkaay,wee'ree goonnnaa haavee too plaacee yoouu aat thee eend oof thee chaaiin.
CL: OOR thiis aall gooees tiits uup.
CL: AA loot oof peeooplee duuee.
CL: *Diiee.
AM: fair enough o.o
CL: II'm gooiing too haavee too coorreect thee waall...
CL: Thaank yoouu foor aaleertiing mee beefooreehaand Doonniiee.
CL: Yoouu juust saaveed uus aa loot oof tiimee.
CL: HAAvee aa niicee daay.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 16:15 --
Well that was unsatisfying. It?s hard to get a word in edgewise with Mark. What was he thinking?
X2 FACEDESK COMBO
Jeffrey stumbled into his room, his SBURB BETA DISK captchalogued safely into his sylladex. His computer was beeping cheerfully; Derek was trying to pester him. He sat down at his computer, and popped the SBURB BETA DISK into his LAPTOP, and immediately the installation program began running. Jeffrey began typing a reply to Derek when a dialogue boxed interrupted his train of thought.
"Huh, this is really strange," he said aloud as he attempted to read what the box was trying to tell him.
Meanwhile, he also chatted with Derek in the pesterlog posted above.
"Huh, this is really strange," he said aloud as he attempted to read what the box was trying to tell him.
Huh. Something about...the drivers and the game? He guessed it was something important, as the only way to close the dialogue was to accept its message. He clicked okay, and his drivers began an incredibly slow update process that halted his installation of the game. While he was waiting for that to finish, he pestered Amber again:
-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 19:11 --
VP: -- hey amber; -]
VP: -- i got the disk; -]
FA: ---O go you!
FA: ---O was the AUNT a big HASSLE?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- not as big as i thought she'd be, though; -]
FA: ---O i got MY BETA just NOW!
VP: -- awesome; -]
VP: -- that was an oddly fast three days; -]
VP: -- it only felt like one; -]
FA: ---O strange how that GOES huh?
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- it's almost like it was fated to get into your hands today; -]
VP: -- but what are the odds of that; -]
FA: ---O very LOW probably
FA: ---O its just a GAME
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- so, anyway, i need to talk to mark, but since he's not on, i thought i'd ask you; -]
FA: ---O ask WHAT?
VP: -- do you know what order we're doing this chain thing in; -]
FA: ---O man i dont even KNOW WHO is playing EXACTLY
VP: -- bluh; -]
VP: -- another mystery to add to the pile; -]
FA: ---O i do know that I am MEANIES server player, and YOU ARE MINE. ;3
VP: -- awesome; -]
VP: -- but; -]
VP: -- i think i'm having issues with my installation; -]
FA: ---O mark said so ANYWAY and he seems KNOWLEDGEABLE
FA: ---O issues?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- nothing major, though; -]
VP: -- just seems like i need to update my dirvers or something; -]
VP: -- *drivers -]
FA: ---O huh
VP: -- the message was a little cryptic, though; -]
VP: -- i'm updating them right now, but the process is a little slow; -]
FA: ---O i havent TRIED IT yet what was the MESSAGE?
VP: -- i don't remember, honestly; -]
VP: -- half of it seemed like it was written in some other language; -]
VP: -- google translate didn't pick it up, so i'm assuming it was just gibberish; -]
FA: ---O hee! perhaps you got the wrong version? dunno..
FA: ---O i think im going to POP in MY DISK and see what IT IS
VP: -- i don't think i got the wrong version; -]
VP: -- it might have something with my never playing a game on this laptop for, like, ever; -]
FA: ---O or perhaps its that STRANGE LANGUAGE programmers use?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
FA: ---O was it ~ATH or SOMETHING?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- it didn't look like anything i've ever seen, esoteric or otherwise; -]
VP: -- it didn't even look like ;^cake syntax -]
FA: ---O ill ask KEGAN in a BIT he will KNOW
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- i just hope it isn't something localized to my disk; -]
VP: -- like some mean prank being executed by some weird gods or some shit like that; -]
VP: -- but, then again, what are the odds of that happening; -]
FA: ---O bluh i think that wouldnt be a god more a troll :S
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- ah, well; -]
VP: -- hopefully mark gets on soon; -]
VP: -- i do want to know more about this chaining business; -]
VP: -- derek's asking me about it right now, too; -]
FA: ---O the weirdos probably weirding it up with his notes
VP: -- which weirdo; -]
VP: -- all of our friends are pretty weird; -]
FA: ---O hee! TRUE
VP: -- so which one; -]
FA: ---O MARK+
VP: -- ah; -]
FA: ---O when i SAID TO HIM something about you playing he said HE WOULD CONSULT HIS NOTES
VP: -- bluh; -]
VP: -- sounds fantastic; -]
VP: -- he better get on soon so he can share them with the rest of us; -]
FA: ---O hope so
FA: ---O MAN
FA: ---O my BETA did NOT COME WITH A MANUAL
VP: -- mine didn't, either; -]
FA: ---O just an ENVELOPPE with a CD
VP: -- smae here; -]
VP: -- from what i've gathered from mark, the game is pretty intense; -]
VP: -- so i don't think a manual would cover all the basics; -]
VP: -- and it's just a beta; -]
VP: -- one we got for free, at that; -]
FA: ---O what i wanna know is HOW HE got one..if ANY
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- i'd be more interested in his notes, though; -]
VP: -- derek's already starting to beat himself up thinking he won;t be able to play with us because i'm your server player or something -]
FA: ---O why wouldn't he be ABLE to PLAY because of that?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- his internal logic flows so much differently than mine; -]
VP: -- anyway, i think this task is gonna require a lot of my brain power, so i think i'm getting off for now; -]
VP: -- hopefully i'll have this thing installed the next time i speak with you; -]
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:42 --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:42 --
FA: ---O Oops SORRY
VP: -- it's alright; -]
FA: ---O internet died SUDDENLY:S
VP: -- that's weird; -]
VP: -- inclement weather; -]
FA: ---O kinda DREARY but nothing else
VP: -- it's the same way over here; -]
VP: -- but anyway; -]
FA: ---O i didnt really get your last message
VP: -- i said i need to get off pesterchum for a while; -]
FA: ---O oh okay
VP: -- this update thing is taking a lot of my focus; -]
FA: ---O ill go run the BETA see where it gets me
VP: -- hopefully i'll have it installed the next time i talk to you; -]
FA: ---O HOPEFULLY ;D
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- talk to you later; -]
FA: ---O YES
FA: ---O bye!
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 19:45 --
VP: -- hey amber; -]
VP: -- i got the disk; -]
FA: ---O go you!
FA: ---O was the AUNT a big HASSLE?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- not as big as i thought she'd be, though; -]
FA: ---O i got MY BETA just NOW!
VP: -- awesome; -]
VP: -- that was an oddly fast three days; -]
VP: -- it only felt like one; -]
FA: ---O strange how that GOES huh?
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- it's almost like it was fated to get into your hands today; -]
VP: -- but what are the odds of that; -]
FA: ---O very LOW probably
FA: ---O its just a GAME
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- so, anyway, i need to talk to mark, but since he's not on, i thought i'd ask you; -]
FA: ---O ask WHAT?
VP: -- do you know what order we're doing this chain thing in; -]
FA: ---O man i dont even KNOW WHO is playing EXACTLY
VP: -- bluh; -]
VP: -- another mystery to add to the pile; -]
FA: ---O i do know that I am MEANIES server player, and YOU ARE MINE. ;3
VP: -- awesome; -]
VP: -- but; -]
VP: -- i think i'm having issues with my installation; -]
FA: ---O mark said so ANYWAY and he seems KNOWLEDGEABLE
FA: ---O issues?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- nothing major, though; -]
VP: -- just seems like i need to update my dirvers or something; -]
VP: -- *drivers -]
FA: ---O huh
VP: -- the message was a little cryptic, though; -]
VP: -- i'm updating them right now, but the process is a little slow; -]
FA: ---O i havent TRIED IT yet what was the MESSAGE?
VP: -- i don't remember, honestly; -]
VP: -- half of it seemed like it was written in some other language; -]
VP: -- google translate didn't pick it up, so i'm assuming it was just gibberish; -]
FA: ---O hee! perhaps you got the wrong version? dunno..
FA: ---O i think im going to POP in MY DISK and see what IT IS
VP: -- i don't think i got the wrong version; -]
VP: -- it might have something with my never playing a game on this laptop for, like, ever; -]
FA: ---O or perhaps its that STRANGE LANGUAGE programmers use?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
FA: ---O was it ~ATH or SOMETHING?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- it didn't look like anything i've ever seen, esoteric or otherwise; -]
VP: -- it didn't even look like ;^cake syntax -]
FA: ---O ill ask KEGAN in a BIT he will KNOW
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- i just hope it isn't something localized to my disk; -]
VP: -- like some mean prank being executed by some weird gods or some shit like that; -]
VP: -- but, then again, what are the odds of that happening; -]
FA: ---O bluh i think that wouldnt be a god more a troll :S
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- ah, well; -]
VP: -- hopefully mark gets on soon; -]
VP: -- i do want to know more about this chaining business; -]
VP: -- derek's asking me about it right now, too; -]
FA: ---O the weirdos probably weirding it up with his notes
VP: -- which weirdo; -]
VP: -- all of our friends are pretty weird; -]
FA: ---O hee! TRUE
VP: -- so which one; -]
FA: ---O MARK+
VP: -- ah; -]
FA: ---O when i SAID TO HIM something about you playing he said HE WOULD CONSULT HIS NOTES
VP: -- bluh; -]
VP: -- sounds fantastic; -]
VP: -- he better get on soon so he can share them with the rest of us; -]
FA: ---O hope so
FA: ---O MAN
FA: ---O my BETA did NOT COME WITH A MANUAL
VP: -- mine didn't, either; -]
FA: ---O just an ENVELOPPE with a CD
VP: -- smae here; -]
VP: -- from what i've gathered from mark, the game is pretty intense; -]
VP: -- so i don't think a manual would cover all the basics; -]
VP: -- and it's just a beta; -]
VP: -- one we got for free, at that; -]
FA: ---O what i wanna know is HOW HE got one..if ANY
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- i'd be more interested in his notes, though; -]
VP: -- derek's already starting to beat himself up thinking he won;t be able to play with us because i'm your server player or something -]
FA: ---O why wouldn't he be ABLE to PLAY because of that?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- his internal logic flows so much differently than mine; -]
VP: -- anyway, i think this task is gonna require a lot of my brain power, so i think i'm getting off for now; -]
VP: -- hopefully i'll have this thing installed the next time i speak with you; -]
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:42 --
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:42 --
FA: ---O Oops SORRY
VP: -- it's alright; -]
FA: ---O internet died SUDDENLY:S
VP: -- that's weird; -]
VP: -- inclement weather; -]
FA: ---O kinda DREARY but nothing else
VP: -- it's the same way over here; -]
VP: -- but anyway; -]
FA: ---O i didnt really get your last message
VP: -- i said i need to get off pesterchum for a while; -]
FA: ---O oh okay
VP: -- this update thing is taking a lot of my focus; -]
FA: ---O ill go run the BETA see where it gets me
VP: -- hopefully i'll have it installed the next time i talk to you; -]
FA: ---O HOPEFULLY ;D
VP: -- hopefully; -]
VP: -- talk to you later; -]
FA: ---O YES
FA: ---O bye!
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 19:45 --
Meanwhile, he also chatted with Derek in the pesterlog posted above.