Saviours of the Waking World - Homestuck RP (co-GMed by Revolverwolf)
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Mark heard the familiar din of Pesterchum and wandered over to observe it,noticing it was Donnie,Oh,what a pleasant suprise,joy and rapture,he clicks the answer bar and speaks with the musical one.
Well,this provides complications,Mark proceeds to the wall and looks at the top box,the end of the chain,and labels it:"Donnie Concido:???? of ???? Land of ???? and ????",satisfied,Mark returns to his computer,plops himself down and waits to be pestered...they said the others would like to speak to him soon.
-- apatheticMuse [AM] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 22:12 --
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 22:15 --
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 22:15 --
DEREK:Complain about how you got a lazy server player
You whine and whine, and then you install both cds on your two cd drives. Your computer quickly installs the client but spits out the server player cd with a long black streak on it. WTF! Facepalm! Grandma is awakened by the sound of your facepalm. She can get really pissed of if disturbed. Facepalm combo x2.
DEREK:Barricade doors from cranky granny
Oh god! Oh lord! Hurry! She's half-way up the stairs! Derek pulled an over sized couch near the door, and sat on it. There will be no strifing with your grandma when you have KNIFE-KIND weapons on you.
DEREK
ester Mark about Sburb
Great idea, maybe he can set you up with someone who is more energetic or something.
DEREK:Leave your computer behind and escape to the roof through your window!
Derek captchalogues his smartphone and runs as fast as he could to escape. He runs onto the part of the roof directly above his room and stops. Better safe than sorry, even though the roof isn't a very safe place to be...
You whine and whine, and then you install both cds on your two cd drives. Your computer quickly installs the client but spits out the server player cd with a long black streak on it. WTF! Facepalm! Grandma is awakened by the sound of your facepalm. She can get really pissed of if disturbed. Facepalm combo x2.
DEREK:Barricade doors from cranky granny
Oh god! Oh lord! Hurry! She's half-way up the stairs! Derek pulled an over sized couch near the door, and sat on it. There will be no strifing with your grandma when you have KNIFE-KIND weapons on you.
DEREK
ester Mark about Sburb Great idea, maybe he can set you up with someone who is more energetic or something.
[font color=#00CD00]TT:MARK! Gran's breaking down my door![/font]
CL:...
CL:How did we get here.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: Get where?[/font]
CL:Aat thiis paart oof oouur coonveersaatiioon.
CL:Buut noo maatteer...
CL:Whaat's uup
[font color=#00CD00]TT:Lsten!
TT:I ned to join the chain![/font]
CL:...
CLkaay.
[font color=#00CD00]TT:But
TT:my srver Data is destroyed[/font]
CL: Whaat.
CL:Hoow.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: the cmputer brned it somehow.[/font]
CL: Doo yoouu eeveen knoow hoow thiis woorks?
CL: ...
CL: Yoouur coompuuteer iis fuuckiing reetaardeed.
CL: buut aanywaay.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: it nver did this sh- OMG SHE HAS AN AX![/font]
CL: We'lll puut yoouu seecoond laast uuntiil yoouu geet aa neew oonee.
CL: Whaat.
[font color=#00CD00]TT:She is chopping down the door![/font]
CL: Ruun theen.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: I'm to fat to run fast enough![/font]
CL: Stoop taalkiing too mee aand eescaapee soomeehoow!
CL: Too thee wiindoow yoouu faat baastaard!
[font color=#00CD00]TT: the wndow to my roof!?
TT: BRB![/font]
CL:...
CL:How did we get here.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: Get where?[/font]
CL:Aat thiis paart oof oouur coonveersaatiioon.
CL:Buut noo maatteer...
CL:Whaat's uup
[font color=#00CD00]TT:Lsten!
TT:I ned to join the chain![/font]
CL:...
CL
kaay.[font color=#00CD00]TT:But
TT:my srver Data is destroyed[/font]
CL: Whaat.
CL:Hoow.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: the cmputer brned it somehow.[/font]
CL: Doo yoouu eeveen knoow hoow thiis woorks?
CL: ...
CL: Yoouur coompuuteer iis fuuckiing reetaardeed.
CL: buut aanywaay.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: it nver did this sh- OMG SHE HAS AN AX![/font]
CL: We'lll puut yoouu seecoond laast uuntiil yoouu geet aa neew oonee.
CL: Whaat.
[font color=#00CD00]TT:She is chopping down the door![/font]
CL: Ruun theen.
[font color=#00CD00]TT: I'm to fat to run fast enough![/font]
CL: Stoop taalkiing too mee aand eescaapee soomeehoow!
CL: Too thee wiindoow yoouu faat baastaard!
[font color=#00CD00]TT: the wndow to my roof!?
TT: BRB![/font]
DEREK:Leave your computer behind and escape to the roof through your window!
Derek captchalogues his smartphone and runs as fast as he could to escape. He runs onto the part of the roof directly above his room and stops. Better safe than sorry, even though the roof isn't a very safe place to be...
Clarisa scrambles to the roof of her house by going out the window and twisting herself around the grab hold of the gutter and pull herself up, a dangerous way but easier then going around and hunting for the ladder. She had to work fast since she had no idea when pop would come back up. He was probably checking the other tunnels to see if they were going to go down like the one earlier today, she would have loved to help him but he get's rather concerned for her safety at points...
Dwelling on that thought for a bit she reaches the unlit chimney and looks down, hoping that maybe it became somehow lodged in the oversized aparatus. Unsurprisingly no, but damn it she was going to get that beta right now! She takes her hat out of the Captchalogue and dons it to get in the proper mood before hopping up on the rim of the chimney.
After a brief moment to wonder weither this is right course of action she hops down it, but the thought quickly catches up to her making her remember why maybe getting a safer way down would have worked out better for her. Though thinking quickly she takes out her SHOVELKIND abstratus and jams it against the walls of the improbably sized chimney, hoping it slows her descent enough so the fall doesnt break her.
Holding her eyes shut as the grating noise surrounds her she lands with an audible
-POOF-
as atleast a weeks worth of ash breaks her fall and clouds the study. Coughing a bit she dusts herself off and enters the forbiden, or atleast not always open to her, room. She had been in here a few times before and it doesnt seem to change much except for the charts surrounding it. There was always teh extremely detailed map hanging on one wall detailing their underground adventure, but now a number of the lower tunnels seemed to be crossed out, seems the collapse was worse then she thought. But also there were all of the other charts and graphs, showing his theory of shadow goverments and conspiracy's, Clarisa loved the old man but at points he seemed to be both crazy and make a disturbing amount of sense. The latest one seemed to have a number of odd symbols all pointing to a green and oddly familiar shape...
While stepping up to get a closer look she kicked the box accidently, the reason she came down here! Quickly removing the silk parachute and captchaloguing it she tore into it to get what the spoils of this conquest. The box contained generic mail adressed to her Grandfather, two sleeves holding the "New and improved LOL" web interface demos, and more importantly...
THE SBURB
Prepared to gloat inwardly over her veritable riches she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of the Freight Elevator coming back up! She hurriedly captchalogues the contents of the package as she scurry's off for a place to hide...
Dwelling on that thought for a bit she reaches the unlit chimney and looks down, hoping that maybe it became somehow lodged in the oversized aparatus. Unsurprisingly no, but damn it she was going to get that beta right now! She takes her hat out of the Captchalogue and dons it to get in the proper mood before hopping up on the rim of the chimney.
After a brief moment to wonder weither this is right course of action she hops down it, but the thought quickly catches up to her making her remember why maybe getting a safer way down would have worked out better for her. Though thinking quickly she takes out her SHOVELKIND abstratus and jams it against the walls of the improbably sized chimney, hoping it slows her descent enough so the fall doesnt break her.
Holding her eyes shut as the grating noise surrounds her she lands with an audible
-POOF-
as atleast a weeks worth of ash breaks her fall and clouds the study. Coughing a bit she dusts herself off and enters the forbiden, or atleast not always open to her, room. She had been in here a few times before and it doesnt seem to change much except for the charts surrounding it. There was always teh extremely detailed map hanging on one wall detailing their underground adventure, but now a number of the lower tunnels seemed to be crossed out, seems the collapse was worse then she thought. But also there were all of the other charts and graphs, showing his theory of shadow goverments and conspiracy's, Clarisa loved the old man but at points he seemed to be both crazy and make a disturbing amount of sense. The latest one seemed to have a number of odd symbols all pointing to a green and oddly familiar shape...
While stepping up to get a closer look she kicked the box accidently, the reason she came down here! Quickly removing the silk parachute and captchaloguing it she tore into it to get what the spoils of this conquest. The box contained generic mail adressed to her Grandfather, two sleeves holding the "New and improved LOL" web interface demos, and more importantly...
THE SBURB
Prepared to gloat inwardly over her veritable riches she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of the Freight Elevator coming back up! She hurriedly captchalogues the contents of the package as she scurry's off for a place to hide...
She quickly hurries up to her room again, contemplating for a second that does tend to run up and down this stairs quite a lot, and jumps onto her chair again. She spins around and attempts the incredibly dangerous SWEET 360 SPIN MANOUVER
....but fails miserably as she crashes and burns on the pockmarked driveway that is her floor. She gets entangled in a roll of thick velvet attached to one of her projects; a SWEET DRESS. Instead of freeing herself from the fabric prison, she just capchalogues the UNFINISHED DRESS and is done with it.
Ooh, Pesterchum's ringing again.
YOU HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH voidedPARASOL WHICH EVERYONE HAS READ ALREADY AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT ANYMORE
==>==>==>
<spoiler=View Pesterlog>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 22:41 --
FA: ---O heeey LOONIE
CL: Huulloo Feeiist.
CL: Suup?
FA: ---O got the BETA
CL: Heells Mootheerfuuckiing yeeaah.
CL: Yoouu taalk too Paaraa aaboouut beeiing yoouur Seerveer plaayeer yeet?
FA: ---O yeah he seemed COOL with it
FA: ---O so did MEANIE with me being HIS
CL: EExceelleent.
FA: ---O mine didnt come with a MANUAL though
CL: EEveerythiing iis faalliing iintoo plaacee.
CL: Reeaally?
CL: Hmm...
CL: Hoow oodd.
CL: Giivees mee aa moomeent.
-- creativeLoon [CL] is now an idle chum! --
CL: OOkaay,maadee aa nootee oof iit.
CL: AAnythiing eelsee too reepoort?
FA: ---O hee! you and YOUR NOTES
CL: My nootees aaree aall thaat stoop mee froom gooiing maad.
CL: II neeeed theem too keeeep traack oof thiis daamn gaamee
FA: ---O uuuhh jeffrey was LOOKING for YOU but hes gone now it SEEMS :|
CL: IIT aall geet's soo gooddaamn coompliicaateed soomeetiimees.
CL: Reeaally?
CL: Fuuck.
FA: ---O might wanna KEEP AN EYE out FOR HIM
CL: Gooood iideeaa.
CL: Taalk too yoouu Laateer Feeiist.
CL: Goot soomee stuuff too haandlee.
FA: ---O BYE loonie
CL: Muums gooiing aall aacaapeellaa oon my aass aagaaiin
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:45 --
Alright. Enough pestering; more gaming!
She pops in the Beta disk and runs the application that appeared on screen. Her screen suddenly had many windows opened which closed all immediately. A black screen with white text announced that the client was installing and a list of things ran across the screen, too fast to keep up with.
Ooh! Another chum!
....but fails miserably as she crashes and burns on the pockmarked driveway that is her floor. She gets entangled in a roll of thick velvet attached to one of her projects; a SWEET DRESS. Instead of freeing herself from the fabric prison, she just capchalogues the UNFINISHED DRESS and is done with it.
Ooh, Pesterchum's ringing again.
YOU HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH voidedPARASOL WHICH EVERYONE HAS READ ALREADY AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT ANYMORE
==>==>==>
<spoiler=View Pesterlog>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 22:41 --
FA: ---O heeey LOONIE
CL: Huulloo Feeiist.
CL: Suup?
FA: ---O got the BETA
CL: Heells Mootheerfuuckiing yeeaah.
CL: Yoouu taalk too Paaraa aaboouut beeiing yoouur Seerveer plaayeer yeet?
FA: ---O yeah he seemed COOL with it
FA: ---O so did MEANIE with me being HIS
CL: EExceelleent.
FA: ---O mine didnt come with a MANUAL though
CL: EEveerythiing iis faalliing iintoo plaacee.
CL: Reeaally?
CL: Hmm...
CL: Hoow oodd.
CL: Giivees mee aa moomeent.
-- creativeLoon [CL] is now an idle chum! --
CL: OOkaay,maadee aa nootee oof iit.
CL: AAnythiing eelsee too reepoort?
FA: ---O hee! you and YOUR NOTES
CL: My nootees aaree aall thaat stoop mee froom gooiing maad.
CL: II neeeed theem too keeeep traack oof thiis daamn gaamee
FA: ---O uuuhh jeffrey was LOOKING for YOU but hes gone now it SEEMS :|
CL: IIT aall geet's soo gooddaamn coompliicaateed soomeetiimees.
CL: Reeaally?
CL: Fuuck.
FA: ---O might wanna KEEP AN EYE out FOR HIM
CL: Gooood iideeaa.
CL: Taalk too yoouu Laateer Feeiist.
CL: Goot soomee stuuff too haandlee.
FA: ---O BYE loonie
CL: Muums gooiing aall aacaapeellaa oon my aass aagaaiin
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:45 --
Alright. Enough pestering; more gaming!
She pops in the Beta disk and runs the application that appeared on screen. Her screen suddenly had many windows opened which closed all immediately. A black screen with white text announced that the client was installing and a list of things ran across the screen, too fast to keep up with.
Ooh! Another chum!
Neil was putting a few finishing touches on one of his sketches as he waited for SBURB to finish downloading when his Pesterchum suddenly popped up.
"Well it seems like everyone is getting their copies." He thought to himself.
"Might as well read up on this game."
Neil began scrolling through a few pages of information about that game when one thing in particular caught his eye..
"Make sure you have both disks or you will be unable to complete the game"
...
He only had one of the disks, the client disk..
Neil left his room again only to find a note on a nearby end table.
Neil gave a small smile before grabbing the disk and scurring off to his room.
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering artsyKid [AK] at 17:32 --
FA: ---O NEEIIL
FA: ---O man havent talked to YOU IN A WHILE
AK: Indeed! How have you been?
FA: ---O not bad! on my own MOST OF THE TIME
FA: ---O working mum and ALL THAT >.>
FA: ---O YOU?
AK: Same old, same old; crazy mother constantly pulling pranks and such.
FA: ---O hee! she sounds like fun!
AK: Heh, sometimes they can be, others not so much..
FA: ---O oh okay..
FA: ---O SO have you MADE ANY MASTERPIECES lately, artsy MCARTYSON?
AK: I've made a rather nice sculpture recently!
FA: ---O :O
AK: I am quite proud of myself. :3
FA: ---O i didnt KNOW you were into SCULPTURING as well
AK: It's a bit new to me, I started about a month ago.
FA: ---O and already a new SCULPTURE!
AK: Vut have you been up to all zis time?
FA: ---O ive been TRYING to finish up some PROJECTS
FA: ---O ...you know the CLOTHES and such
FA: ---O but bluh I DUNNO
AK: Ooo, make any intersting clothes?
FA: ---O havent finished ONE piece of CLOTHING
FA: ---O ooh!
FA: ---O but I MANAGED to NOT KILL the rosebush OUT BACK
FA: ---O
AK: Zat's good!
AK: *Begins clapping*
FA: ---O thanks :3
FA: ---O did you GET YOUR SBURB beta already?
AK: Yes, a bit of hassle to get, I've got the disk downloading as we speak; vut about you?
FA: ---O JUST got it
FA: ---O mail was LATE
AK: Heh, I'm surpirsed you get your mail at all with how far out you live.
FA: ---O oh YOU!
FA: ---O ENGLAND is not so FAR
AK: Should still take a rather long time, and yet you got it at the same time as the rest of us.
FA: ---O kinda
FA: ---O ALMOST a DAY LATER :O
FA: ---O preorder THOUGH
AK: Ah, so zat's your secret! >:3
FA: ---O hee! Sneaksy B)
FA: ---O its been great talking to you NEIL but I HAVE TO GO
FA: ---O SBURB is making my PC ALL WONKEY
AK: Alright, see you later then. :3
FA: ---O Bye!
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 17:46 --
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 17:46 --
FA: ---O NEEIIL
FA: ---O man havent talked to YOU IN A WHILE
AK: Indeed! How have you been?
FA: ---O not bad! on my own MOST OF THE TIME
FA: ---O working mum and ALL THAT >.>
FA: ---O YOU?
AK: Same old, same old; crazy mother constantly pulling pranks and such.
FA: ---O hee! she sounds like fun!
AK: Heh, sometimes they can be, others not so much..
FA: ---O oh okay..
FA: ---O SO have you MADE ANY MASTERPIECES lately, artsy MCARTYSON?
AK: I've made a rather nice sculpture recently!
FA: ---O :O
AK: I am quite proud of myself. :3
FA: ---O i didnt KNOW you were into SCULPTURING as well
AK: It's a bit new to me, I started about a month ago.
FA: ---O and already a new SCULPTURE!
AK: Vut have you been up to all zis time?
FA: ---O ive been TRYING to finish up some PROJECTS
FA: ---O ...you know the CLOTHES and such
FA: ---O but bluh I DUNNO
AK: Ooo, make any intersting clothes?
FA: ---O havent finished ONE piece of CLOTHING
FA: ---O ooh!
FA: ---O but I MANAGED to NOT KILL the rosebush OUT BACK
FA: ---O
AK: Zat's good!
AK: *Begins clapping*
FA: ---O thanks :3
FA: ---O did you GET YOUR SBURB beta already?
AK: Yes, a bit of hassle to get, I've got the disk downloading as we speak; vut about you?
FA: ---O JUST got it
FA: ---O mail was LATE
AK: Heh, I'm surpirsed you get your mail at all with how far out you live.
FA: ---O oh YOU!
FA: ---O ENGLAND is not so FAR
AK: Should still take a rather long time, and yet you got it at the same time as the rest of us.
FA: ---O kinda
FA: ---O ALMOST a DAY LATER :O
FA: ---O preorder THOUGH
AK: Ah, so zat's your secret! >:3
FA: ---O hee! Sneaksy B)
FA: ---O its been great talking to you NEIL but I HAVE TO GO
FA: ---O SBURB is making my PC ALL WONKEY
AK: Alright, see you later then. :3
FA: ---O Bye!
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 17:46 --
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 17:46 --
"Well it seems like everyone is getting their copies." He thought to himself.
"Might as well read up on this game."
Neil began scrolling through a few pages of information about that game when one thing in particular caught his eye..
"Make sure you have both disks or you will be unable to complete the game"
...
He only had one of the disks, the client disk..
Neil left his room again only to find a note on a nearby end table.
Under the note was his second game disk.
Neil gave a small smile before grabbing the disk and scurring off to his room.
Stop this foolishness. Your head is beginning to hurt.
Donnie does this. There is no reason to induce a concussion over this. He sighed deeply and changed his mood back to PEPPY. There would still be some time before he would be needed DOWN BY THE DOCKS. Might as well kill some time by pestering some personable chums.
There was a great ruckus from downstairs. Donnie peeked his head out the door and saw a most unfortunate scene. The deep fryer had turned on. That could only mean one thing. His brother was cooking. He only cooked when his girlfriend was around.
Get.
OUT.
NOW!!!
Donnie does this. There is no reason to induce a concussion over this. He sighed deeply and changed his mood back to PEPPY. There would still be some time before he would be needed DOWN BY THE DOCKS. Might as well kill some time by pestering some personable chums.
-- apatheticMuse [AM] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:12 --
AM: alas young bard ^_^
VP: -- bard; -]
VP: -- i'm not a bard; -]
AM: just keep telling yourself that >.>
VP: -- whatever; -]
VP: -- you get the disk yet, donnie; -]
AM: well, it is physically in my house -.-
VP: -- but; -]
AM: i have some errands to run before i get access to it >.<
VP: -- what errends; -]
VP: -- it's not some more weird shit with your brother, is it; -]
AM: the "legitimate" kind of course &_&
AM: its just easier not to ask :3
VP: -- i see; -]
AM: you got your game yet?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- but; -]
AM: doth the bard hath issues?
VP: -- i'm not a bard; -]
VP: -- but yeah, i'm having issues; -]
VP: -- apparently the game needed to update my drivers or something; -]
VP: -- at least, that's what i'm assuming; -]
VP: -- the dialogue box that popped up was filled with gibberish; -]
AM: stupid computers and their oddness o.o
AM: they make my head hurt >.<
VP: -- tell me about it; -]
VP: -- the update's really slow, though; -]
VP: -- which is really annoying; -]
AM: sounds like its time for an upgrade :K
VP: -- sounds like i need a desktop; -]
VP: -- but i don't see how my computer will determine the speed of something dependent on the sped of my internet; -]
VP: -- *speed -]
AM: all the spyware or something :/
VP: -- it's at least chugging along at a constant clip, though, so i guess i should be thankful for that; -]
VP: -- i shouldn't have spyware on this thing; -]
VP: -- i'm usually very good at not getting that kind of stuff; -]
VP: -- but anyway; -]
AM: you sure? the interwebs can be a scary place ^_^
VP: -- i'm almost positive; -]
VP: -- anyway; -]
VP: -- you talk to mark about this chain thing yet; -]
AM: i tried to. didnt get a word in edgewise though >;/
VP: -- yeah, he does that; -]
AM: sounds like im near the end whatever that means %.%
VP: -- so i take it you know nothing more about the chain thing than i do, huh; -]
AM: not really XP
VP: -- darn; -]
VP: -- that stinks; -]
AM: its best not to question the method to his madness *_*
VP: -- i kinda want his notes, though; -]
VP: -- i'd like to know; -]
AM: you can ask him if you want to weather the storm of insanity #_#
VP: -- i've programmed with lovecraft before; -]
VP: -- i think i can handle any of his insanity; -]
AM: lovecraft aint got nothing on vren :3
VP: -- and both are inferior to ~ath; -]
VP: -- of course, ^cake trumps all; -]
VP: -- trollface;jpg -]
AM: shit ill be back in a sec
VP: -- okay; -]
AM: something weirds going down ill get back to you later !_!
-- apatheticMuse [AM] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:26 --
AM: alas young bard ^_^
VP: -- bard; -]
VP: -- i'm not a bard; -]
AM: just keep telling yourself that >.>
VP: -- whatever; -]
VP: -- you get the disk yet, donnie; -]
AM: well, it is physically in my house -.-
VP: -- but; -]
AM: i have some errands to run before i get access to it >.<
VP: -- what errends; -]
VP: -- it's not some more weird shit with your brother, is it; -]
AM: the "legitimate" kind of course &_&
AM: its just easier not to ask :3
VP: -- i see; -]
AM: you got your game yet?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- but; -]
AM: doth the bard hath issues?
VP: -- i'm not a bard; -]
VP: -- but yeah, i'm having issues; -]
VP: -- apparently the game needed to update my drivers or something; -]
VP: -- at least, that's what i'm assuming; -]
VP: -- the dialogue box that popped up was filled with gibberish; -]
AM: stupid computers and their oddness o.o
AM: they make my head hurt >.<
VP: -- tell me about it; -]
VP: -- the update's really slow, though; -]
VP: -- which is really annoying; -]
AM: sounds like its time for an upgrade :K
VP: -- sounds like i need a desktop; -]
VP: -- but i don't see how my computer will determine the speed of something dependent on the sped of my internet; -]
VP: -- *speed -]
AM: all the spyware or something :/
VP: -- it's at least chugging along at a constant clip, though, so i guess i should be thankful for that; -]
VP: -- i shouldn't have spyware on this thing; -]
VP: -- i'm usually very good at not getting that kind of stuff; -]
VP: -- but anyway; -]
AM: you sure? the interwebs can be a scary place ^_^
VP: -- i'm almost positive; -]
VP: -- anyway; -]
VP: -- you talk to mark about this chain thing yet; -]
AM: i tried to. didnt get a word in edgewise though >;/
VP: -- yeah, he does that; -]
AM: sounds like im near the end whatever that means %.%
VP: -- so i take it you know nothing more about the chain thing than i do, huh; -]
AM: not really XP
VP: -- darn; -]
VP: -- that stinks; -]
AM: its best not to question the method to his madness *_*
VP: -- i kinda want his notes, though; -]
VP: -- i'd like to know; -]
AM: you can ask him if you want to weather the storm of insanity #_#
VP: -- i've programmed with lovecraft before; -]
VP: -- i think i can handle any of his insanity; -]
AM: lovecraft aint got nothing on vren :3
VP: -- and both are inferior to ~ath; -]
VP: -- of course, ^cake trumps all; -]
VP: -- trollface;jpg -]
AM: shit ill be back in a sec
VP: -- okay; -]
AM: something weirds going down ill get back to you later !_!
-- apatheticMuse [AM] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:26 --
Get.
OUT.
NOW!!!
Jeff held his head in his hands. This update...thing...whatever it was, it was starting to annoy him to no end. Already seventy minutes into the download, and the bar was sitting at a comfortable 41.3%.
It shouldn't take this long for a driver to update, but if it gets me into playing the game, I'll do it, he thought. The last thing I want is my friends breathing down my neck again about this game.
He was just about to get off when Donnie pestered him, as seen above. Once Donnie left to go take care of the "weird something," he got up from his computer and began inspecting his parasol collection.
If I'm stuck with this useless strife specibus, I might as well make the most of it.
Jeffrey's currently equipped UMBRELLA was a plain and simple number he dubbed the EBONY UMBRELLA, and he considered it to be his most balanced umbrella: it was sturdy, not too heavy, and had a nice, big shielded area. He still had space for two more UMBRELLAS, so he looked over what was available to him.
On one end of the wall hung what Jeffrey liked to call THE PINK MENACE. It was an umbrella he had stolen from his aunt due to its striking flamingo pink coloration, as well as the plastic flamingo head that served as its handle. Although it was incredibly light, it was also incredibly fragile due to being a cheap novelty. It's shielded area was also pitifully small. Not a good choice in the least.
On the floor in front of him lay the UMBER GREAT UMBRELLA, a hulking behemoth of a parasol whose shielded area had a diameter of seven feet--nearly two and a half feet taller than Jeffrey! It was also incredibly well-constructed: the frame was made of a heavy-duty titanium, and the cloth made of the finest vintage parachute cloth dyed a dark red from the battles of WORLD WAR II. At least, that's what you PRETEND because it was just DYED RED LIKE ANY OTHER NORMAL PIECE OF CLOTH. Predictably, though, the umbrella was about as wieldy as a cactus in a balloon factory, and Jeffrey had trouble even picking the damn thing up.
Jeffrey looked at the rest of his umbrellas, but nothing else seemed to catch his eye as fitting weapons, either due to their POOR CONSTRUCTION or their LACK OF A NOVELTY FACTOR. Jeffrey added the PINK MENACE and the UMBER GREAT UMBRELLA to his ARRAY FETCH MODUS for future use.
He returned to his computer, and the progress bar had progressed a whole 3%. Jeffrey rolled his eyes and began the slow and tortuous process of waiting again.
It shouldn't take this long for a driver to update, but if it gets me into playing the game, I'll do it, he thought. The last thing I want is my friends breathing down my neck again about this game.
He was just about to get off when Donnie pestered him, as seen above. Once Donnie left to go take care of the "weird something," he got up from his computer and began inspecting his parasol collection.
If I'm stuck with this useless strife specibus, I might as well make the most of it.
Jeffrey's currently equipped UMBRELLA was a plain and simple number he dubbed the EBONY UMBRELLA, and he considered it to be his most balanced umbrella: it was sturdy, not too heavy, and had a nice, big shielded area. He still had space for two more UMBRELLAS, so he looked over what was available to him.
On one end of the wall hung what Jeffrey liked to call THE PINK MENACE. It was an umbrella he had stolen from his aunt due to its striking flamingo pink coloration, as well as the plastic flamingo head that served as its handle. Although it was incredibly light, it was also incredibly fragile due to being a cheap novelty. It's shielded area was also pitifully small. Not a good choice in the least.
On the floor in front of him lay the UMBER GREAT UMBRELLA, a hulking behemoth of a parasol whose shielded area had a diameter of seven feet--nearly two and a half feet taller than Jeffrey! It was also incredibly well-constructed: the frame was made of a heavy-duty titanium, and the cloth made of the finest vintage parachute cloth dyed a dark red from the battles of WORLD WAR II. At least, that's what you PRETEND because it was just DYED RED LIKE ANY OTHER NORMAL PIECE OF CLOTH. Predictably, though, the umbrella was about as wieldy as a cactus in a balloon factory, and Jeffrey had trouble even picking the damn thing up.
Jeffrey looked at the rest of his umbrellas, but nothing else seemed to catch his eye as fitting weapons, either due to their POOR CONSTRUCTION or their LACK OF A NOVELTY FACTOR. Jeffrey added the PINK MENACE and the UMBER GREAT UMBRELLA to his ARRAY FETCH MODUS for future use.
He returned to his computer, and the progress bar had progressed a whole 3%. Jeffrey rolled his eyes and began the slow and tortuous process of waiting again.
Clarisa heard heavy footsteps enter the room from her hiding place, what she had done would be the perfect crime... and all she had to do was keep this-
The curtain she was hiding behind was suddenly thrown back and she was suddenly faced with the hulking form of her Grandfather, she wasnt going to risk a head on Strife to make a getaway, she needed to get the drop on the old man. He looks over to the opened mail-drop package on the floor and the trail of ash leading to her current hiding place. He holds out his hand and expect the mail to be handed to him, she obliges and gives him almost everything. After sorting through it he holds out his hand again, THE OLD MAN KNEW!
She begdrudginly handed him the the sleeves containing the discs and he seemed pleased. He patted her on the back, a force hard enough to almost send her toppling forward, and she let herself out. IT closed behind her and a click was heard as it locked, she waited outside the door long enough to hear him stoke a fire and open a window as she imagined him throwing the discs onto the flames.
She walked up to her room, glad to know her ruse worked out as she quickly took out the "LOL" online demo's and slipped the Sburb discs out of them, ready to FINALY load them into her computer.
The curtain she was hiding behind was suddenly thrown back and she was suddenly faced with the hulking form of her Grandfather, she wasnt going to risk a head on Strife to make a getaway, she needed to get the drop on the old man. He looks over to the opened mail-drop package on the floor and the trail of ash leading to her current hiding place. He holds out his hand and expect the mail to be handed to him, she obliges and gives him almost everything. After sorting through it he holds out his hand again, THE OLD MAN KNEW!
She begdrudginly handed him the the sleeves containing the discs and he seemed pleased. He patted her on the back, a force hard enough to almost send her toppling forward, and she let herself out. IT closed behind her and a click was heard as it locked, she waited outside the door long enough to hear him stoke a fire and open a window as she imagined him throwing the discs onto the flames.
She walked up to her room, glad to know her ruse worked out as she quickly took out the "LOL" online demo's and slipped the Sburb discs out of them, ready to FINALY load them into her computer.
Patience is something Kegan is apparently good at. He is not. He looks out the window of his mansion in hope of spotting something mildly interesting. So many things to keep Kegan interested. LOOK! A rock! Fascinating. Kegan's room compared to the rest of the mansion is simply out of place. The whole mansion is set in the medieval age, while Kegan tries to rally whatever scraps of technology he can find or order. He's built a fort of technology in these dark, dark times. Still, even with all this, it can get boring. If only there were fools to slap. Alas, there is only one fool in the whole mansion. And only two people in the whole mansion. The dreaded Butler is the second one. And he is no fool, oh no. Slapping oneself has long lost its charm. But, would not slapping oneself be tomfoolery in itself? And would it not require additional slapping for such tomfoolery? Oh God. The horror of this realization dawns upon Kegan. This... this is too much. He has divided by zero -- his mind slowly recesses in order to prevent a fatal meltdown. KEGAN ENTERS A GREAT RAGE!!!!!-- Oh Pesterchum. Better answer that.
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-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 23:58 --
FA: ---O meeaanie!
EM: So, has my nasty skepticism been defeated by your colorful rainbows of optimism?
FA: ---O man you WOULDNT BELIEVE how your SKEPTICISM HAS BEEN DEFEATED
FA: ---O TROUNCED and HUMMILIATED
FA: ---O TASTE THE RAINBOW
EM: Yes, please excuse me while I weep at my ill-begotten ways.
FA: ---O hee! well im INSTALLING the beta RIGHT NOW
EM: The sooner we get this started the faster I can get over what you could call my 'CRUSHING DEFEAT".
FA: ---O bluuh alright I GET IT
EM: Mine's been done for a while, I'll begin installing this supposedly wonderful software as well.
FA: ---O ooh!
FA: ---O do you know ALOT about CODING?
EM: Depends on the language.
EM: But, yes, let's say I do know a bit.
FA: ---O well...
FA: ---O JEFFREY got a few WEIRD ERRORS when he installed the GAME
FA: ---O and something with DRIVERS
FA: ---O you THINK THAT might be something BAD?
FA: ---O i dunno VIRUS or something?
EM: I would most likely require more information than 'WIERD ERRORS'.
FA: ---O yeah i dunno MORE
FA: ---O you should ASK HIM
EM: Could be anything. Could be a case of driving under the influence.
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] changed their mood to SMOOTH --
FA: ---O HEE!
FA: ---O but yeah! THE CHAIN is getting there.
EM: Woe is us to be slaves to THE CHAIN.
EM: Luckily I was able to chose my most forgiving and non-abusive server. Others may have not been so fortunate.
FA: ---O aww :3
FA: ---O man whats the worst that COULD HAPPEN?
FA: ---O a bathtub through the WALL?
EM: Ridiculous. I am speaking of planned character assassination only for self-gratification.
FA: ---O 0_0 woah OKAY
EM: I was only jesting. But, yes, bad things could happen.
FA: ---O i started reading the GUIDES you REFERENCED
FA: ---O seems to ME its a fun BUILDING CREATOR kind of THING
EM: I guess.
EM: I am itching to be someone's server, I must say.
FA: ---O have you got a CLIENT already?
EM: The whole term 'server', ha, amusing. I would propose a different relationship, heh.
EM: Indeed, I have.
FA: ---O ..you are not going to KILL this person for SELF GRATIFICATION are you? :|
EM: Kill them? You wound me. My compassion for fellow players is unbreakable.
FA: ---O okay!
EM: I'm going to tend the wounds caused by your baseless accusations. And install the client. But mostly the first.
FA: ---O okay AM GOING to finish this INSTALLING now then!
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 00:25 --
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-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 23:58 --
FA: ---O meeaanie!
EM: So, has my nasty skepticism been defeated by your colorful rainbows of optimism?
FA: ---O man you WOULDNT BELIEVE how your SKEPTICISM HAS BEEN DEFEATED
FA: ---O TROUNCED and HUMMILIATED
FA: ---O TASTE THE RAINBOW
EM: Yes, please excuse me while I weep at my ill-begotten ways.
FA: ---O hee! well im INSTALLING the beta RIGHT NOW
EM: The sooner we get this started the faster I can get over what you could call my 'CRUSHING DEFEAT".
FA: ---O bluuh alright I GET IT
EM: Mine's been done for a while, I'll begin installing this supposedly wonderful software as well.
FA: ---O ooh!
FA: ---O do you know ALOT about CODING?
EM: Depends on the language.
EM: But, yes, let's say I do know a bit.
FA: ---O well...
FA: ---O JEFFREY got a few WEIRD ERRORS when he installed the GAME
FA: ---O and something with DRIVERS
FA: ---O you THINK THAT might be something BAD?
FA: ---O i dunno VIRUS or something?
EM: I would most likely require more information than 'WIERD ERRORS'.
FA: ---O yeah i dunno MORE
FA: ---O you should ASK HIM
EM: Could be anything. Could be a case of driving under the influence.
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] changed their mood to SMOOTH --
FA: ---O HEE!
FA: ---O but yeah! THE CHAIN is getting there.
EM: Woe is us to be slaves to THE CHAIN.
EM: Luckily I was able to chose my most forgiving and non-abusive server. Others may have not been so fortunate.
FA: ---O aww :3
FA: ---O man whats the worst that COULD HAPPEN?
FA: ---O a bathtub through the WALL?
EM: Ridiculous. I am speaking of planned character assassination only for self-gratification.
FA: ---O 0_0 woah OKAY
EM: I was only jesting. But, yes, bad things could happen.
FA: ---O i started reading the GUIDES you REFERENCED
FA: ---O seems to ME its a fun BUILDING CREATOR kind of THING
EM: I guess.
EM: I am itching to be someone's server, I must say.
FA: ---O have you got a CLIENT already?
EM: The whole term 'server', ha, amusing. I would propose a different relationship, heh.
EM: Indeed, I have.
FA: ---O ..you are not going to KILL this person for SELF GRATIFICATION are you? :|
EM: Kill them? You wound me. My compassion for fellow players is unbreakable.
FA: ---O okay!
EM: I'm going to tend the wounds caused by your baseless accusations. And install the client. But mostly the first.
FA: ---O okay AM GOING to finish this INSTALLING now then!
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 00:25 --
Exit. Posthaste.
Donnie grabbed his SMART PHONE and galloped down the stairs. Remaining here would be far less than optimal. His brother wasn?t a bad guy when alone. Well, other than the forced ?LEGITIMATE ERRANDS? and the holding hostage of his games.
But when that succubus is around.
Donnie dare not dawdle on the devilish thought. There was no time now. If he could just?reach?the door?
Shit.
There they were. Both of them blocking his one escape route. His brother beckoned towards the kitchen. They were going to ENJOY A MEAL together and Donnie would be forced to WATCH.
No?he wasn?t going to have any of this shit tonight.
STRIFE!
Donnie AGGRIEVES his brother with a strike of the GARDEN HOSE, but this is deftly countered by his sibling?s AUTO-PARRY: SHADY DIPLOMACY. Donnie was knocked on his unfortunate ass by the his sibling?s fabled MANAGER?S REBUFF while the succubitch BUFFED his attack with a LOVING AND CARING REMARK.
Things are not looking good. Time to pull out the big guns.
Alliterate and abscond.
As always another awesome ability actually acts as an asset. The brother and the ***** both brought back to base by his biting brilliance with both bullwhacker and bravado. The crafty child crept cautiously from the cottage into the caliginous night.
As Donnie exited ran from his house he turned his phone on and signed into pesterchum. Better to stay in touch with everyone while on the go.
Donnie grabbed his SMART PHONE and galloped down the stairs. Remaining here would be far less than optimal. His brother wasn?t a bad guy when alone. Well, other than the forced ?LEGITIMATE ERRANDS? and the holding hostage of his games.
But when that succubus is around.
Donnie dare not dawdle on the devilish thought. There was no time now. If he could just?reach?the door?
Shit.
There they were. Both of them blocking his one escape route. His brother beckoned towards the kitchen. They were going to ENJOY A MEAL together and Donnie would be forced to WATCH.
No?he wasn?t going to have any of this shit tonight.
STRIFE!
Donnie AGGRIEVES his brother with a strike of the GARDEN HOSE, but this is deftly countered by his sibling?s AUTO-PARRY: SHADY DIPLOMACY. Donnie was knocked on his unfortunate ass by the his sibling?s fabled MANAGER?S REBUFF while the succubitch BUFFED his attack with a LOVING AND CARING REMARK.
Things are not looking good. Time to pull out the big guns.
Alliterate and abscond.
As always another awesome ability actually acts as an asset. The brother and the ***** both brought back to base by his biting brilliance with both bullwhacker and bravado. The crafty child crept cautiously from the cottage into the caliginous night.
As Donnie exited ran from his house he turned his phone on and signed into pesterchum. Better to stay in touch with everyone while on the go.
You have had too many conversations since you last spoke,just look at other peoples posts to notice.
Mark's Mother rounds on him,singing in a perfectly melodious voice that pierces his ear drums,he alas he cannot reach for his ukulele at this time,and his mothers wonderful singing voice his holding him back from getting it.With a quick leap,he falls outside of her cone of musical holding,before playing his ukulele to counteract her.The two noises bounce of each other,creating hauntingly awful symphony of strings and vocals.As it comes to a close,MArk tackle hugs his mother,knocking her off her feet and out of his doorframe,before leaping back to his room and locking the door.
After that particularly musical strife,Mark makes his way carefully over to his white board and fill the circle in,humming to himself happily as he does so.It is complete,at least,for now.It is time to alert the others to this.Cry havok,and let slip the dogs of gaming! Or at least,tell Kegan and Amber to connect to eacher other.Before doing so however,he contemplates his chain with pride.
"Amber Greenwitch--->Kegan Blackwell--->Mark Vren--->Clarrisa Saunders--->Donnie Concido--->Derek Elmers--->Niel Rivers--->Jeffrey Bridges--->Amber Greenwitch"
Happy with what you've organized,you get to work alerting the first two members of the chain.
Mark's Mother rounds on him,singing in a perfectly melodious voice that pierces his ear drums,he alas he cannot reach for his ukulele at this time,and his mothers wonderful singing voice his holding him back from getting it.With a quick leap,he falls outside of her cone of musical holding,before playing his ukulele to counteract her.The two noises bounce of each other,creating hauntingly awful symphony of strings and vocals.As it comes to a close,MArk tackle hugs his mother,knocking her off her feet and out of his doorframe,before leaping back to his room and locking the door.
After that particularly musical strife,Mark makes his way carefully over to his white board and fill the circle in,humming to himself happily as he does so.It is complete,at least,for now.It is time to alert the others to this.Cry havok,and let slip the dogs of gaming! Or at least,tell Kegan and Amber to connect to eacher other.Before doing so however,he contemplates his chain with pride.
"Amber Greenwitch--->Kegan Blackwell--->Mark Vren--->Clarrisa Saunders--->Donnie Concido--->Derek Elmers--->Niel Rivers--->Jeffrey Bridges--->Amber Greenwitch"
Happy with what you've organized,you get to work alerting the first two members of the chain.
<spoiler=Show Pesterlog>-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:59 --
FA: ---O so uh KEGAN?
FA: ---O i INSTALLED the server disk so ARE YOU ready to CONNECT?
EM: I was born ready. Or rather, there's nothing really else to do in a remote mansion.
EM: So, yes, we're doing this.
FA: ---O alright
FA: ---O lets make THIS SHIT take PLACE
FA: ---O oh WOW
FA: ---O this LOADING SCREEN is MESMERIZING
FA: ---O spinning....spinning....spinning
EM: Yes, it's soooooo
EM: spinny
EM: It's amaaaaazziiiiing
EM: wait, what, let's get a hold of ourselves. It's just a loading screen, goddamit.
FA: ---O THE BEST loading screen EVER
FA: ---O aw its GONE
FA: ---O oh wow
After the very spinny loading screen finished, your screen turned black for a moment. She worried for a split second that her computer died, but she was relieved after her screen lit up again. She saw a tired-looking fellow behind a computer with a very green interface around it. She moused over it, with the housy-looking mouse amusing her for a few seconds, and the interface told her that they were several different functions, such as deploy, alter and the works.
The boy was typing, and she found him very familiar.
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FA: ---O is...that YOU?
EM: what...
FA: ---O hee! i can SEE you
EM: I don't understand what you're talking about. My screen doesn't really show anything of significance.
EM: Must be bugged or something...
FA: ---O it works FINE with me!
FA: ---O theres some kind of INTERFACE around the SCREEN
FA: ---O hang on IM TRYING something..
She directed the housish mouse towards the chair and clicked on it. She moved the mouse around.
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EM: Wait, what the hell? Damn chair.
FA: ---O wheeeee!
EM: Keep running off right under me.
FA: ---O i think thats ME :O
EM: Don't be ridiculous.
FA: ---O going UP!
EM: what.
FA: ---O heehee!
EM: I refuse to believe my chair is floating.
FA: ---O oh man I CAN MANIPULATE stuff AROUND YOU :O
EM: Haha, joke's on me, where are the magnets?
EM: Okay, it would require more than magnets to make everything in my room fly around.
FA: ---O oh wow THIS INTERFACE is COMPLEX :S
FA: ---O theres several FUNCTIONS and some blue DIAMONDS in the lower right CORNER.
FA: ---O 20/20
FA: ---O hmm trying something AGAIN
EM: Fascinating, I'm probably going insane.
EM: I'll stop being in denial and go along with this madness for now...
She chose the function that was labeled REVISE and saw a small counter blinking in the bottom right. She clicked, and a small square appeared. She tried dragging it, and the square grew larger. Letting it go increased the size of the room suddenly.
<spoiler=Show pesterlog>FA: ---O oh WHOOPS
EM: I... don't remember the room being so large....
FA: ---O ENLARGING A ROOM costs blue DIAMOND THINGS :|
FA: ---O oh theyre called GIRST
FA: ---O oh wow i guess I CAN DROP weird MACHINES
EM: If this is anything like an actual video game, I'd wager that's somekind of resource.
EM: Don't you think we should
EM: Think this through.
EM: No wait, that was before putting a gigantic arcane contraption in my room.
FA: ---O :| SORRY
FA: ---O oh YEAH
FA: ---O these machines are FREE though
EM: Well, then, I guess that ok. As okay as this kind of thing can be in this sort of circumstances.
FA: ---O looks like a SOWING MACHINE :S
EM: Yes, that makes perfect sense.
EM: I will begin the sowing quest immeditately.
FA: ---O hee!
FA: ---O no no ITS called a TOTEM LATHE
EM: Yes, that also makes perfect sense.
EM: Please excuse me while I investigate these devices and begin slapping myself.
FA: ---O oh no :O
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:24 --
FA: ---O so uh KEGAN?
FA: ---O i INSTALLED the server disk so ARE YOU ready to CONNECT?
EM: I was born ready. Or rather, there's nothing really else to do in a remote mansion.
EM: So, yes, we're doing this.
FA: ---O alright
FA: ---O lets make THIS SHIT take PLACE
FA: ---O oh WOW
FA: ---O this LOADING SCREEN is MESMERIZING
FA: ---O spinning....spinning....spinning
EM: Yes, it's soooooo
EM: spinny
EM: It's amaaaaazziiiiing
EM: wait, what, let's get a hold of ourselves. It's just a loading screen, goddamit.
FA: ---O THE BEST loading screen EVER
FA: ---O aw its GONE
FA: ---O oh wow
After the very spinny loading screen finished, your screen turned black for a moment. She worried for a split second that her computer died, but she was relieved after her screen lit up again. She saw a tired-looking fellow behind a computer with a very green interface around it. She moused over it, with the housy-looking mouse amusing her for a few seconds, and the interface told her that they were several different functions, such as deploy, alter and the works.
The boy was typing, and she found him very familiar.
<spoiler=Show Pesterlog>
FA: ---O is...that YOU?
EM: what...
FA: ---O hee! i can SEE you
EM: I don't understand what you're talking about. My screen doesn't really show anything of significance.
EM: Must be bugged or something...
FA: ---O it works FINE with me!
FA: ---O theres some kind of INTERFACE around the SCREEN
FA: ---O hang on IM TRYING something..
She directed the housish mouse towards the chair and clicked on it. She moved the mouse around.
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EM: Wait, what the hell? Damn chair.
FA: ---O wheeeee!
EM: Keep running off right under me.
FA: ---O i think thats ME :O
EM: Don't be ridiculous.
FA: ---O going UP!
EM: what.
FA: ---O heehee!
EM: I refuse to believe my chair is floating.
FA: ---O oh man I CAN MANIPULATE stuff AROUND YOU :O
EM: Haha, joke's on me, where are the magnets?
EM: Okay, it would require more than magnets to make everything in my room fly around.
FA: ---O oh wow THIS INTERFACE is COMPLEX :S
FA: ---O theres several FUNCTIONS and some blue DIAMONDS in the lower right CORNER.
FA: ---O 20/20
FA: ---O hmm trying something AGAIN
EM: Fascinating, I'm probably going insane.
EM: I'll stop being in denial and go along with this madness for now...
She chose the function that was labeled REVISE and saw a small counter blinking in the bottom right. She clicked, and a small square appeared. She tried dragging it, and the square grew larger. Letting it go increased the size of the room suddenly.
<spoiler=Show pesterlog>FA: ---O oh WHOOPS
EM: I... don't remember the room being so large....
FA: ---O ENLARGING A ROOM costs blue DIAMOND THINGS :|
FA: ---O oh theyre called GIRST
FA: ---O oh wow i guess I CAN DROP weird MACHINES
EM: If this is anything like an actual video game, I'd wager that's somekind of resource.
EM: Don't you think we should
EM: Think this through.
EM: No wait, that was before putting a gigantic arcane contraption in my room.
FA: ---O :| SORRY
FA: ---O oh YEAH
FA: ---O these machines are FREE though
EM: Well, then, I guess that ok. As okay as this kind of thing can be in this sort of circumstances.
FA: ---O looks like a SOWING MACHINE :S
EM: Yes, that makes perfect sense.
EM: I will begin the sowing quest immeditately.
FA: ---O hee!
FA: ---O no no ITS called a TOTEM LATHE
EM: Yes, that also makes perfect sense.
EM: Please excuse me while I investigate these devices and begin slapping myself.
FA: ---O oh no :O
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:24 --
Clarisa had sat down at her computer to upload the two discs... and unsure of which one was the client and which one was the server disc. Shrugging as it didnt seem to be a big deal she jammed one in and it began the very slow process of downloading as her computer made the sound of a fighter-jet taking off.
While this began her Pesterchum binged as someone was wanting to talk to her... creativeLoon. Oh joy, this guy.
Mark seems like an awesome guy buy... the way he types is so buggy! Honestly, very distracting... but whatever. It seems while she tried to sort out the sensation like nails on a chalkboard he was talking.
Well that was an elightening chat.
"Eeenjoy the rest of existeeence" she said jokingly, but still it would be interesting to see what he can do, and if she had to put up with him as her server player then so be it.
She didnt care so much about the game at the moment, but more the fact that fortune was doing it's damndest to make sure she doesnt get a chance to play.
THIS was a battle of principles and, dammit, she was going to win!
Speaking of which, she should probably speak to Donnie about her being his server player.
While this began her Pesterchum binged as someone was wanting to talk to her... creativeLoon. Oh joy, this guy.
Mark seems like an awesome guy buy... the way he types is so buggy! Honestly, very distracting... but whatever. It seems while she tried to sort out the sensation like nails on a chalkboard he was talking.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 17:27 --
CL: Heey Claariissaa.
CL: II neeeed too soort oouut yoouur plaacee iint eeh chaaiin.
CL: Yoouu cooool wiith thaats aateemeent aaloonee.
CL: OOr doo yoouu neeeed eexplaanaatiioon?
AA: Nope!
AA: Wait...
CL: ...
CL: Thaat waas muultiiplee chooiicee.
-- creativeLoon [CL] Facepalmed! --
CL: II'll aassuumee yoouu doon't neeeed aan eexplaanaatiioon?
AA: Lets go with that
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu aahvee thee chooiicee oof mee oor Deereek aas yoouur seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Poooor uunfoortuunaatee Niieel wiill bee leeft too fiight foor scraaps.
CL: AAnd too giivee yoouu aa quuiick iideeaa oof hoow wee'ree gooiing too wrook thiis.
CL: AAmbeer->Keegaan-Maark->?->Doonniiee->Deereek->?->Jeeffreey->AAmbeer
CL: Soo?
AA: I'll be fine if your my server player
AA: Derek... not so much.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
CL: Soo thaat's goot oouur whoolee chaaiin soorteed.
CL: II'll aaleert Niieel wheen hee coomees oon.
CL: EEnjooy thee reest oof eexiisteencee.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 17:31 --
AA: ...
AA: well that was vague
CL: Heey Claariissaa.
CL: II neeeed too soort oouut yoouur plaacee iint eeh chaaiin.
CL: Yoouu cooool wiith thaats aateemeent aaloonee.
CL: OOr doo yoouu neeeed eexplaanaatiioon?
AA: Nope!
AA: Wait...
CL: ...
CL: Thaat waas muultiiplee chooiicee.
-- creativeLoon [CL] Facepalmed! --
CL: II'll aassuumee yoouu doon't neeeed aan eexplaanaatiioon?
AA: Lets go with that
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo yoouu aahvee thee chooiicee oof mee oor Deereek aas yoouur seerveer plaayeer.
CL: Poooor uunfoortuunaatee Niieel wiill bee leeft too fiight foor scraaps.
CL: AAnd too giivee yoouu aa quuiick iideeaa oof hoow wee'ree gooiing too wrook thiis.
CL: AAmbeer->Keegaan-Maark->?->Doonniiee->Deereek->?->Jeeffreey->AAmbeer
CL: Soo?
AA: I'll be fine if your my server player
AA: Derek... not so much.
CL: Gooood too heeaar.
CL: Soo thaat's goot oouur whoolee chaaiin soorteed.
CL: II'll aaleert Niieel wheen hee coomees oon.
CL: EEnjooy thee reest oof eexiisteencee.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 17:31 --
AA: ...
AA: well that was vague
Well that was an elightening chat.
"Eeenjoy the rest of existeeence" she said jokingly, but still it would be interesting to see what he can do, and if she had to put up with him as her server player then so be it.
She didnt care so much about the game at the moment, but more the fact that fortune was doing it's damndest to make sure she doesnt get a chance to play.
THIS was a battle of principles and, dammit, she was going to win!
Speaking of which, she should probably speak to Donnie about her being his server player.
It was already dark as Donnie made his way to the DOCKS. He still had a while before the DEAL went down. As he walked, his SMARTPHONE beeped. Seemed as though he was being pestered by Amber. He smiled as he responded to his phone.
SBURB seemed pretty crazy. Donnie was pretty excited about it but was doing his absolute best not to show it. He had to keep his head in the game here. There was never any telling what was going to happen at one of these DEALS.
His phone beeped again. This time it was Clarisa. Seems as though he was popular with the ladies at the moment. Well, more popular than usual. Of course?Donnie always gets all the ladies. Just ask him. That?s what he?ll tell you.
Donnie was alright with the wild girl being his server player. She was levelheaded and fun. It was doubtful that she would ACTIVELY try to hinder his game. Now answer Derek quickly before he gets his panties in a bunch.
Pesterlog incoming.
Donnie arrived at the docks as his conversation ended with Derek. I?m sure all sorts of enlightening things were said in it that Donnie has an opinion on. He might even reflect on them in this very space at a slightly later time. You might not even be able to see this text here later! Crazy!
He sat down on a bench with the package tucked between his legs. Hopefully this would all go down without a hitch. He was looking forward to a stress-free night of nothing but playing this completely harmless game with his friends. What is the worst that can happen?
Beeping again? Who is this now?
That was odd. An amusing diversion, but odd. He just hoped the poor kid wasn?t serious in his trolling attempts. That would have been sadly pathetic.
Donnie hunched over as his contact sat on the bench beside him.
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 15:51 --
FA: ---O hey DONNIE
AM: why hello thar.
FA: ---O hows it GOING man?
AM: eh, ive had better days
AM: off doing errands right now @_@
AM: how about you amber?
FA: ---O oh im messing AROUND with SBURB
FA: ---O got it RUNNING
AM: ah so youve been drawn into it too eh? XP
AM: i still havent even gotten the disks for mine yet :/
AM: i should have it installed later tonight though so thats good.
FA: ---O yaaaaay ^_^
FA: ---O ooh wait ARE YOU on an ERRAND for your BROTHER? :|
AM: yeah kinda...on my way there now -.-
FA: ---O SHADY B|
AM: oh yeah hes all about his mysterious shit >.<
FA: ---O how MYSTERIOUS
AM: less than a ninja but more so than a spy >.>
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O oh whoops!
FA: ---O donnie SORRY but i gotta BOLT
AM: alright then, ive got to get this done anyway
FA: ---O SBURB is...complicated :|
FA: ---O see you IN A BIT THEN
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 15:58 --
FA: ---O hey DONNIE
AM: why hello thar.
FA: ---O hows it GOING man?
AM: eh, ive had better days
AM: off doing errands right now @_@
AM: how about you amber?
FA: ---O oh im messing AROUND with SBURB
FA: ---O got it RUNNING
AM: ah so youve been drawn into it too eh? XP
AM: i still havent even gotten the disks for mine yet :/
AM: i should have it installed later tonight though so thats good.
FA: ---O yaaaaay ^_^
FA: ---O ooh wait ARE YOU on an ERRAND for your BROTHER? :|
AM: yeah kinda...on my way there now -.-
FA: ---O SHADY B|
AM: oh yeah hes all about his mysterious shit >.<
FA: ---O how MYSTERIOUS
AM: less than a ninja but more so than a spy >.>
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O oh whoops!
FA: ---O donnie SORRY but i gotta BOLT
AM: alright then, ive got to get this done anyway
FA: ---O SBURB is...complicated :|
FA: ---O see you IN A BIT THEN
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 15:58 --
His phone beeped again. This time it was Clarisa. Seems as though he was popular with the ladies at the moment. Well, more popular than usual. Of course?Donnie always gets all the ladies. Just ask him. That?s what he?ll tell you.
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] began pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 19:13 --
AA: Heeeey Donnie!
AM: hye clarisa how are the woods?
AA: As good as it sounds half the time!
AA: how are things on your end?
AM: oh living the dream @_@
AM: more late night escapades tonight >.<
AA: oh yeah... your totaly legit works, eh?
AM: of course. its how one of my excellent status makes their way in the world ^_^
AM: anyway your playing sburb with us right?
AA: Of course! Though things seem to be conspiring against me...
AA: But that's actualy why I called you up
AA: just had a... fun talk with CL over me being your server player
AM: well im sure that was a joyous experience >.<
AA: Yeah... he seems cool and all as a person
AA: but reading his text is murder!
AA: like a ghost doing a bad vincent price impression...
AM: it makes me die a little inside every time i talk to him. just a little bit though
AM: so what does a server player even do?
AA: thats a very good question...
AA: I think it has something to do with re-arranging the levels for you and stuff
AA: i only got a quick explanation from Amber before i signed up
AA: but I think I can run with it, what can go wrong?
AM: yeah, i dont think you could cause too much mischief unless you really wanted to :3
AA: huh... now there's a possibility...
AM: hey now, i dont want you getting any crazy ideas >.<
AA: *is too busy having crazy ideas to notice*
AA: I wonder...
AA: Nah, too much effort
AM: O_O
AA: Besides, your a cool kid, I dont have it in for you
AA: Atleast... not right now. So watch yourself!
AM: well i feel completely and totally reassured. totally *_*
AM: rawr, im being pestered by derek. can i get back to you?
AA: Tut, blowing me off?
AM: ill repay you i promise ;P
AM: ill worship you as the godqueen we all know you are. deal? ^_^
AA: Well, how can I say no to that?
AM: i knew it was an offer you couldn't refuse XD
AA: seems that you know me well enough
AA: alright then, speak to you later
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 19:28 --
AA: Heeeey Donnie!
AM: hye clarisa how are the woods?
AA: As good as it sounds half the time!
AA: how are things on your end?
AM: oh living the dream @_@
AM: more late night escapades tonight >.<
AA: oh yeah... your totaly legit works, eh?
AM: of course. its how one of my excellent status makes their way in the world ^_^
AM: anyway your playing sburb with us right?
AA: Of course! Though things seem to be conspiring against me...
AA: But that's actualy why I called you up
AA: just had a... fun talk with CL over me being your server player
AM: well im sure that was a joyous experience >.<
AA: Yeah... he seems cool and all as a person
AA: but reading his text is murder!
AA: like a ghost doing a bad vincent price impression...
AM: it makes me die a little inside every time i talk to him. just a little bit though
AM: so what does a server player even do?
AA: thats a very good question...
AA: I think it has something to do with re-arranging the levels for you and stuff
AA: i only got a quick explanation from Amber before i signed up
AA: but I think I can run with it, what can go wrong?
AM: yeah, i dont think you could cause too much mischief unless you really wanted to :3
AA: huh... now there's a possibility...
AM: hey now, i dont want you getting any crazy ideas >.<
AA: *is too busy having crazy ideas to notice*
AA: I wonder...
AA: Nah, too much effort
AM: O_O
AA: Besides, your a cool kid, I dont have it in for you
AA: Atleast... not right now. So watch yourself!
AM: well i feel completely and totally reassured. totally *_*
AM: rawr, im being pestered by derek. can i get back to you?
AA: Tut, blowing me off?
AM: ill repay you i promise ;P
AM: ill worship you as the godqueen we all know you are. deal? ^_^
AA: Well, how can I say no to that?
AM: i knew it was an offer you couldn't refuse XD
AA: seems that you know me well enough
AA: alright then, speak to you later
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 19:28 --
Donnie was alright with the wild girl being his server player. She was levelheaded and fun. It was doubtful that she would ACTIVELY try to hinder his game. Now answer Derek quickly before he gets his panties in a bunch.
Pesterlog incoming.
Donnie arrived at the docks as his conversation ended with Derek. I?m sure all sorts of enlightening things were said in it that Donnie has an opinion on. He might even reflect on them in this very space at a slightly later time. You might not even be able to see this text here later! Crazy!
He sat down on a bench with the package tucked between his legs. Hopefully this would all go down without a hitch. He was looking forward to a stress-free night of nothing but playing this completely harmless game with his friends. What is the worst that can happen?
Beeping again? Who is this now?
There would be an unusual pesterlog here of Donnie and a person he does not yet know. This "troll" attempted to get under Donnie's skin but the results were less than satisfactory.
But alas the log is glitchy. PM me if you want to read it. I doubt you will but I was amused.
But alas the log is glitchy. PM me if you want to read it. I doubt you will but I was amused.
Donnie hunched over as his contact sat on the bench beside him.
Mark begins to get sick of waiting to enter the chain and messages his good buddy to tell him to hurry his shit up.
Satified with with the conversation and telling Kegan to hurry the shit up,Mark lays down on his bed and begins to space out,when suddenly a little voice nags at his mind,oh great,he's bothering you again....
Hey! Guess what! I can't help you anymore!
Oh okay Eggbert,I'll...Wait.What?
Yeah! I can't look after you much more! Sorry! Well,not for a little bit,you have to sprite me first!
Uuuuhhh...Okay...Why?
Because I'm dying silly!
Oh...Okay little buddy...See you later...
Bye Mark! Be a good boy till I get back!
Will do little man
And in a flash,the little ambient humming,singing and prescence in the mind of Mark vanished,as a small sigh was heard from the egg sitting on the shelf it had called home for the last fourteen years.An overwhelming sense of loss washed over him,as he sank deep into his bed and began to cry.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:34 --
CL: Keegaan?
CL: Yoouu theeree?
CL: Thee shiit iis gooiing oon?
CL: Yoouu Coonneecteed?
EM: Ugh, sorry. I was busy being drowned in all of soft of illogical poppycock.
EM: None of this really makes sense.
CL: IIt's aa gaamee.
CL: Noothiing iin gaamees eeveer reeaally dooees.
CL: LEEt mee guueess.
EM: It's more than a game.
CL: II'm aawaaree.
CL: AAmbeer iis iinteeraactiing wiith yoouur roooom?
CL: IIn thee reeaal woorld,II meeaan?
CL: AAblee too piick stuuff uup?
CL: EExpaand iit?
EM: Yes...
CL: IIt's aall theeree iin thee maanuuaal maan.
EM: This is the part were I recant my pirating ways and lament over my wrong doings.
CL: AAnywaay,geet AAmbeer too deeplooy yoouur shiit.
CL: Cruuxtruudeer,Tooteem LAAthee aand AAlcheemiiteer
CL: Thee coouunt doown yoouu'll geet oon thee Cruuxtruudeer iis reeaally fuuckiign iimpoortaant.
CL: EEveerythiing oouut quuiickly.
CL: AAnd yoouu haavee too prootootypee thee spriitee TWIICEE.
CL: Yoouu'll uundeerstaand whaat II meeaan laateer
EM: I don't even want to know.
CL: AAnywaay,II'll stoop bootheeriing yoouu leet yoouu plaay thee gaamee.
CL: Geet mee iin quuiick.
CL: II doon't waant too diiee beecaauusee yoouu tooook yoouur tiimee.
CL: Byee maan.
CL: Seeee yoouu laateer.
EM: Goodbye
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:39 --
CL: Keegaan?
CL: Yoouu theeree?
CL: Thee shiit iis gooiing oon?
CL: Yoouu Coonneecteed?
EM: Ugh, sorry. I was busy being drowned in all of soft of illogical poppycock.
EM: None of this really makes sense.
CL: IIt's aa gaamee.
CL: Noothiing iin gaamees eeveer reeaally dooees.
CL: LEEt mee guueess.
EM: It's more than a game.
CL: II'm aawaaree.
CL: AAmbeer iis iinteeraactiing wiith yoouur roooom?
CL: IIn thee reeaal woorld,II meeaan?
CL: AAblee too piick stuuff uup?
CL: EExpaand iit?
EM: Yes...
CL: IIt's aall theeree iin thee maanuuaal maan.
EM: This is the part were I recant my pirating ways and lament over my wrong doings.
CL: AAnywaay,geet AAmbeer too deeplooy yoouur shiit.
CL: Cruuxtruudeer,Tooteem LAAthee aand AAlcheemiiteer
CL: Thee coouunt doown yoouu'll geet oon thee Cruuxtruudeer iis reeaally fuuckiign iimpoortaant.
CL: EEveerythiing oouut quuiickly.
CL: AAnd yoouu haavee too prootootypee thee spriitee TWIICEE.
CL: Yoouu'll uundeerstaand whaat II meeaan laateer
EM: I don't even want to know.
CL: AAnywaay,II'll stoop bootheeriing yoouu leet yoouu plaay thee gaamee.
CL: Geet mee iin quuiick.
CL: II doon't waant too diiee beecaauusee yoouu tooook yoouur tiimee.
CL: Byee maan.
CL: Seeee yoouu laateer.
EM: Goodbye
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 21:39 --
Hey! Guess what! I can't help you anymore!
Oh okay Eggbert,I'll...Wait.What?
Yeah! I can't look after you much more! Sorry! Well,not for a little bit,you have to sprite me first!
Uuuuhhh...Okay...Why?
Because I'm dying silly!
Oh...Okay little buddy...See you later...
Bye Mark! Be a good boy till I get back!
Will do little man
And in a flash,the little ambient humming,singing and prescence in the mind of Mark vanished,as a small sigh was heard from the egg sitting on the shelf it had called home for the last fourteen years.An overwhelming sense of loss washed over him,as he sank deep into his bed and began to cry.
Kegan approaches the TOTEM LATHE and proceeds to examine it.
...
...
Dot. Dot.
Kegan then looks at his enlarged room. And thinks about the whole situation. Kegan proceeds to flip the fuck out and slap himself. THIS IS ABSURD. No amount of slappage will solve this problem. Kegan proceeds to calming the fuck down. Pesterchum again... Kegan has a short discussion with Mark. His explanations do not assist in calming the fuck down. Quite the contrary. But there was been enough flipping for now. Kegan answers Feisty:
Kegan grabs his smartphone which CONVENIENTLY has Pesterchum installed, exits his room in a blinding dash and turns to left almost falling into the hole created by the cruxtruder. Woah, close. The hole leads to the main hall of the mansion. KEGAN HEROICALLY DESCENDS DOWN INTO THE MAINHALL IN A HEROIC FASHIO-- no wait, that's ridiculous. The stairs are right there. Kegan navigates towards the main hall and is greeted to a sight of carnage which can only spell his demise. The cruxtruder in its fall has crushed one of his fathers favorite GREEK PHILOSOPHER BUSTS. The Butler is not going to be pleased. And that is an understatement. He comes! He's here! Kegan lets out a frown of disappointment and abandon. What follows is unspeakable violence. The Butler proceeds to kick his ass. That's really all there is to say on this matter. Pesterchum interrupts the violent discourse. The Butler politely allows Kegan a moment of respite. BUT JUST A MOMENT.
Midway through the horribe, horrible retribution of the Butler, Amber manages to fix the floor and gather the destroyed busts. The Butler dismissively absconds and goes off to ruthlessly manage some other part of the mansion.
The combined force of Kegan and Amber is a little to much for Kegan's phalanges. Profound pain surges through Kegan's hand as it is broken on the lid of the cruxtruder. OH GOD WHY. Kegan slowly clutches his mangled hand and begins slapping himself.
THIS.
IS.
STUPID.
...
...
Dot. Dot.
Kegan then looks at his enlarged room. And thinks about the whole situation. Kegan proceeds to flip the fuck out and slap himself. THIS IS ABSURD. No amount of slappage will solve this problem. Kegan proceeds to calming the fuck down. Pesterchum again... Kegan has a short discussion with Mark. His explanations do not assist in calming the fuck down. Quite the contrary. But there was been enough flipping for now. Kegan answers Feisty:
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:29 --
EM: I'm back.
EM: As you can probably see.
FA: ---O oh HEY
EM: No amount of slapping and examining is sufficient for this situation.
FA: ---O so are you DONE with the SLAPPING?
FA: ---O hee! okay
FA: ---O well i kinda looked through what i can do
FA: ---O there are several MACHINES that i can DROP except for the LATHE THINGY
FA: ---O one of them LOOKS LIKE a...CHIMNEY?
FA: ---O im dropping it in your HALLWAY now
EM: Drop it carefully, plea--
FA: ---O oooops
EM: That's never a good sound.
FA: ---O its okay I CAN fix that FLOOR
EM: Oh God, the Butler is going to have my eyeballs for dinner.
EM: I need to see this for myself.
FA: ---O the uh CRUXTRUDER is downstairs by NOW :|
EM: ...
EM:
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:34 --
EM: I'm back.
EM: As you can probably see.
FA: ---O oh HEY
EM: No amount of slapping and examining is sufficient for this situation.
FA: ---O so are you DONE with the SLAPPING?
FA: ---O hee! okay
FA: ---O well i kinda looked through what i can do
FA: ---O there are several MACHINES that i can DROP except for the LATHE THINGY
FA: ---O one of them LOOKS LIKE a...CHIMNEY?
FA: ---O im dropping it in your HALLWAY now
EM: Drop it carefully, plea--
FA: ---O oooops
EM: That's never a good sound.
FA: ---O its okay I CAN fix that FLOOR
EM: Oh God, the Butler is going to have my eyeballs for dinner.
EM: I need to see this for myself.
FA: ---O the uh CRUXTRUDER is downstairs by NOW :|
EM: ...
EM:
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:34 --
Kegan grabs his smartphone which CONVENIENTLY has Pesterchum installed, exits his room in a blinding dash and turns to left almost falling into the hole created by the cruxtruder. Woah, close. The hole leads to the main hall of the mansion. KEGAN HEROICALLY DESCENDS DOWN INTO THE MAINHALL IN A HEROIC FASHIO-- no wait, that's ridiculous. The stairs are right there. Kegan navigates towards the main hall and is greeted to a sight of carnage which can only spell his demise. The cruxtruder in its fall has crushed one of his fathers favorite GREEK PHILOSOPHER BUSTS. The Butler is not going to be pleased. And that is an understatement. He comes! He's here! Kegan lets out a frown of disappointment and abandon. What follows is unspeakable violence. The Butler proceeds to kick his ass. That's really all there is to say on this matter. Pesterchum interrupts the violent discourse. The Butler politely allows Kegan a moment of respite. BUT JUST A MOMENT.
-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 23:03 --
FA: ---O oh NO
FA: ---O i guess that's your BUTLER?
FA: ---O :O
EM: YES. OH GOD. MY RIBS.
FA: ---O um okay i can HELP
FA: ---O want me to club HIM?
FA: ---O uuuh oh YEEZ
EM: You better do something quick, he's still flipping the fuck out
FA: ---O um okay uh hes A BUTLER
FA: ---O oh I KNOW!
FA: ---O ill fix his FLOOR! :O
EM: OH GOD NOT THE FACE
FA: ---O were running out of GRIST but the floors fine NOW!
FA: ---O ill clean up a BIT i seem to have DESTROYED several BUSTS :O
FA: ---O oh NO
FA: ---O i guess that's your BUTLER?
FA: ---O :O
EM: YES. OH GOD. MY RIBS.
FA: ---O um okay i can HELP
FA: ---O want me to club HIM?
FA: ---O uuuh oh YEEZ
EM: You better do something quick, he's still flipping the fuck out
FA: ---O um okay uh hes A BUTLER
FA: ---O oh I KNOW!
FA: ---O ill fix his FLOOR! :O
EM: OH GOD NOT THE FACE
FA: ---O were running out of GRIST but the floors fine NOW!
FA: ---O ill clean up a BIT i seem to have DESTROYED several BUSTS :O
Midway through the horribe, horrible retribution of the Butler, Amber manages to fix the floor and gather the destroyed busts. The Butler dismissively absconds and goes off to ruthlessly manage some other part of the mansion.
FA: ---O are you ALRIGHT?
FA: ---O yeez that oldie can HIT :|
EM: THANK GOD. He finally left.
FA: ---O oh man im SO SORRY
EM: Please. I beg of you. Try not to drop large equipment from heights again.
EM: The Butler cannot be bargained with. He cannot be stopped.
FA: ---O i bet a good NOBBING with the CRUXTRUDER would stop him >
FA: ---O but ill try
EM: I wouldn't suggest trying. He would clearly see that that isn't my doing.
FA: ---O and i guess WE NEED it for OTHER THINGS huh?
EM: Yes. I should probably try collecting myself off the floor. This is starting to get ridiculous.
EM: Ugh, this rib shouldn't be bent this way
EM: Another arcane contraption with no obvious use.
EM: I can barely contain my jubilation.
FA: ---O well TRY IT OUT! do something with IT
FA: ---O does that CRANK do ANYTHING?
EM: Uh, I guess we need a bigger crank to open it.
EM: Let me try.
EM: Uh, not working. Give me a hand here, or rather a pointer and help me slap this lid off
FA: ---O well i found a CROWBAR in the...UMBRELLA STAND?
FA: ---O your butler is ODD
EM: Yes, he keeps that for certain occasions...
EM: But screw that, the lid's already half off.
EM: Besides, I need to slap something.
FA: ---O well go AHEAD
FA: ---O it can take a few HITS
EM: Our combined force should be enough. Select my hand or something
EM: and put some motion into it, ok?
FA: ---O uuh i cant do ANYTHING with you!
FA: ---O it FLASHES red
EM: Select the Foolslapper, my glove. Perhaps there's a slight loophole here.
FA: ---O ooh yeah
FA: ---O right here GOES
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:20 --
FA: ---O yeez that oldie can HIT :|
EM: THANK GOD. He finally left.
FA: ---O oh man im SO SORRY
EM: Please. I beg of you. Try not to drop large equipment from heights again.
EM: The Butler cannot be bargained with. He cannot be stopped.
FA: ---O i bet a good NOBBING with the CRUXTRUDER would stop him >
FA: ---O but ill try
EM: I wouldn't suggest trying. He would clearly see that that isn't my doing.
FA: ---O and i guess WE NEED it for OTHER THINGS huh?
EM: Yes. I should probably try collecting myself off the floor. This is starting to get ridiculous.
EM: Ugh, this rib shouldn't be bent this way
EM: Another arcane contraption with no obvious use.
EM: I can barely contain my jubilation.
FA: ---O well TRY IT OUT! do something with IT
FA: ---O does that CRANK do ANYTHING?
EM: Uh, I guess we need a bigger crank to open it.
EM: Let me try.
EM: Uh, not working. Give me a hand here, or rather a pointer and help me slap this lid off
FA: ---O well i found a CROWBAR in the...UMBRELLA STAND?
FA: ---O your butler is ODD
EM: Yes, he keeps that for certain occasions...
EM: But screw that, the lid's already half off.
EM: Besides, I need to slap something.
FA: ---O well go AHEAD
FA: ---O it can take a few HITS
EM: Our combined force should be enough. Select my hand or something
EM: and put some motion into it, ok?
FA: ---O uuh i cant do ANYTHING with you!
FA: ---O it FLASHES red
EM: Select the Foolslapper, my glove. Perhaps there's a slight loophole here.
FA: ---O ooh yeah
FA: ---O right here GOES
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:20 --
The combined force of Kegan and Amber is a little to much for Kegan's phalanges. Profound pain surges through Kegan's hand as it is broken on the lid of the cruxtruder. OH GOD WHY. Kegan slowly clutches his mangled hand and begins slapping himself.
THIS.
IS.
STUPID.
Jeffrey continued to stare at his computer screen. Two hours in, and so far, only 47% of this stupid driver thing was completed. It was almost as bad as watching the damn hourglass spin around for eternity, its sand never resting, and--
He was roused from his thoughts when he noticed Mark was signed into Pesterchum. Eager to get his notes on the whole chaining business, he pestered him immediately.
Jeffrey took one of his pillows from off his bed and let a scream escape into its feathery confines. What a load of shit. How could a game be setient and kill people? it didn't make a lick of sense, which was saying something considering who he was talking with. Now all he had to do was wait for Neil to get on and speak of the devil. Neil was pestering him.
Well, that was interesting. Especially considering Neil connect to him just fine without actually having the program installed. Now he just needed to find out what these things actually did...ah, hey, Mark's on again.
He was roused from his thoughts when he noticed Mark was signed into Pesterchum. Eager to get his notes on the whole chaining business, he pestered him immediately.
-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 19:17 --
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- i've been meaning to talk to you; -]
CL: Hooly fuuck.
CL: Wheeree haavee yoouu beeeen.
CL: AAbootuu whaat gooood buuddy?
VP: -- i've been updating my drivers for the past two hours; -]
VP: -- and i need to talk to you about the chaining thing; -]
CL: AAh.
CL: OOkaay,whaat oof iit?
VP: -- about how where going to do this; -]
CL: Siimplee.
VP: -- all i know is that i'm connecting to amber as her server player; -]
CL: BAAsiicaally.
CL: Yoouu seet uup thee seerveer.
VP: -- no, i know that stuff; -]
CL: AAnd shee gooees throouugh aa liittlee meenuu aand seeleects yoouu.
CL: AAnd theen yoouu eediit shiit aaroouund heer hoouusee,.
CL: Plaacee iiteems.
CL: EEct EEct.
VP: -- we already talked about this; -]
CL: AAny quueestiioons?
CL: Soo whaat's thee deeaaly?
VP: -- i want to know what the full chain is going to be; -]
CL: OOh.
CL: Yeeaah.
CL: Shiit.
VP: -- i've already had derek freak out on me once; -]
VP: -- about me not being able to be his server player; -]
CL: AAmbeer->Keegaan->Maark->Claariissaa->Doonniiee0->Deereek->Niieel->Jeeffreey->AAmbeer.
VP: -- so i'm at the end; -]
VP: -- okay, that works; -]
CL: YEEs.
CL: Buut duuee too raatheer coompliicaateed ciircuumstaancees.
CL: Diiffeereent paaiirs wiill coonneect.
CL: AAnd theen eeveeryboopdy wiill eeveentuuaally liink uup.
VP: -- i see; -]
CL: OOtheerwiisee peeooplee aaree goonnaa staart dyiing.
VP: -- well, until this hella slow -]
CL: Boodiiees aaree goonnaa staart piiliing uup.
VP: -- wait, dying -]
CL: EEct eect.
CL: Yees.
CL: Dyiing.
VP: -- explain; -]
CL: Meeteeoors faalls.
VP: -- meteors; -]
VP: -- you're full of it; -]
CL: OOr soomee ootheer caataastroophee.
CL: IIt'll chaangee,proobaably.
CL: Buut yeeaah.
VP: -- there's no shower expected to pass by us for another two months; -]
CL: Weell,thee gaamee dooeesn't caaree aaboouut thaat.
VP: -- so now the game is sentient; -]
CL: AAnd preepaaree yoouurseelf foor aa boombsheell II oony foouund ootuu aabootuu reeceently.
VP: -- are you sure you're not being overdramatic again; -]
CL: Baaiiscaally.
CL: OOuur plaaneet diiees foor aa neew uuniiveersee.
CL: Doon't aask mee hoow.
CL: IIt juust haappeens wheen wee fiiniish thee gaamee.
VP: -- that's the biggest load of bull i've ever read; -]
VP: -- and i've read shakespeare's plays; -]
CL: Weell,beeliieevee iit oor diiee.
CL: Wee'll aall foouund oouut mooree.
CL: My liittlee iinfoormaant juust diieed.
VP: -- ugh; -]
CL: AAnd II waas quuiitee doonee moouurniing hiim yeet.
VP: -- you're my friend and all, but sometimes you lay on the drama a little too thick for my tastes; -]
CL: Soo II'll leeaavee yoouu thiinkiing II'm fuull oof shiit.
CL: Buut taalk too Niieel aaboouut eenteeriing thee gaamee.
VP: -- i'll believe it when i see it; -]
CL: II'll taalkee too yoouu laateer.
CL: AAdn beeliieevee mee.
CL: Coouuntdoowns aaree reeaally fuuckiing iimpoortaant iin thiis gaam,ee.
CL: II caannoot streess thiis eenoouugh.
VP: -- whatever; -]
CL: AAdheeree too theem.
VP: -- get off your dramallama; -]
CL: AAnd wee'll bee fuuiinee.
CL: AAnywaay,byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:26 --
VP: -- hey mark; -]
VP: -- i've been meaning to talk to you; -]
CL: Hooly fuuck.
CL: Wheeree haavee yoouu beeeen.
CL: AAbootuu whaat gooood buuddy?
VP: -- i've been updating my drivers for the past two hours; -]
VP: -- and i need to talk to you about the chaining thing; -]
CL: AAh.
CL: OOkaay,whaat oof iit?
VP: -- about how where going to do this; -]
CL: Siimplee.
VP: -- all i know is that i'm connecting to amber as her server player; -]
CL: BAAsiicaally.
CL: Yoouu seet uup thee seerveer.
VP: -- no, i know that stuff; -]
CL: AAnd shee gooees throouugh aa liittlee meenuu aand seeleects yoouu.
CL: AAnd theen yoouu eediit shiit aaroouund heer hoouusee,.
CL: Plaacee iiteems.
CL: EEct EEct.
VP: -- we already talked about this; -]
CL: AAny quueestiioons?
CL: Soo whaat's thee deeaaly?
VP: -- i want to know what the full chain is going to be; -]
CL: OOh.
CL: Yeeaah.
CL: Shiit.
VP: -- i've already had derek freak out on me once; -]
VP: -- about me not being able to be his server player; -]
CL: AAmbeer->Keegaan->Maark->Claariissaa->Doonniiee0->Deereek->Niieel->Jeeffreey->AAmbeer.
VP: -- so i'm at the end; -]
VP: -- okay, that works; -]
CL: YEEs.
CL: Buut duuee too raatheer coompliicaateed ciircuumstaancees.
CL: Diiffeereent paaiirs wiill coonneect.
CL: AAnd theen eeveeryboopdy wiill eeveentuuaally liink uup.
VP: -- i see; -]
CL: OOtheerwiisee peeooplee aaree goonnaa staart dyiing.
VP: -- well, until this hella slow -]
CL: Boodiiees aaree goonnaa staart piiliing uup.
VP: -- wait, dying -]
CL: EEct eect.
CL: Yees.
CL: Dyiing.
VP: -- explain; -]
CL: Meeteeoors faalls.
VP: -- meteors; -]
VP: -- you're full of it; -]
CL: OOr soomee ootheer caataastroophee.
CL: IIt'll chaangee,proobaably.
CL: Buut yeeaah.
VP: -- there's no shower expected to pass by us for another two months; -]
CL: Weell,thee gaamee dooeesn't caaree aaboouut thaat.
VP: -- so now the game is sentient; -]
CL: AAnd preepaaree yoouurseelf foor aa boombsheell II oony foouund ootuu aabootuu reeceently.
VP: -- are you sure you're not being overdramatic again; -]
CL: Baaiiscaally.
CL: OOuur plaaneet diiees foor aa neew uuniiveersee.
CL: Doon't aask mee hoow.
CL: IIt juust haappeens wheen wee fiiniish thee gaamee.
VP: -- that's the biggest load of bull i've ever read; -]
VP: -- and i've read shakespeare's plays; -]
CL: Weell,beeliieevee iit oor diiee.
CL: Wee'll aall foouund oouut mooree.
CL: My liittlee iinfoormaant juust diieed.
VP: -- ugh; -]
CL: AAnd II waas quuiitee doonee moouurniing hiim yeet.
VP: -- you're my friend and all, but sometimes you lay on the drama a little too thick for my tastes; -]
CL: Soo II'll leeaavee yoouu thiinkiing II'm fuull oof shiit.
CL: Buut taalk too Niieel aaboouut eenteeriing thee gaamee.
VP: -- i'll believe it when i see it; -]
CL: II'll taalkee too yoouu laateer.
CL: AAdn beeliieevee mee.
CL: Coouuntdoowns aaree reeaally fuuckiing iimpoortaant iin thiis gaam,ee.
CL: II caannoot streess thiis eenoouugh.
VP: -- whatever; -]
CL: AAdheeree too theem.
VP: -- get off your dramallama; -]
CL: AAnd wee'll bee fuuiinee.
CL: AAnywaay,byee byee
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:26 --
Jeffrey took one of his pillows from off his bed and let a scream escape into its feathery confines. What a load of shit. How could a game be setient and kill people? it didn't make a lick of sense, which was saying something considering who he was talking with. Now all he had to do was wait for Neil to get on and speak of the devil. Neil was pestering him.
-- artsyKid [AK] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:32 --
AK: Hey Jeffery, zis SBURB game, for some reason it is showing me your house.
VP: -- what are you talking about; -]
AK: I see you and your room right now.
AK: And a weird little bar on the top of the screen.
VP: -- that's strange; -]
VP: -- considering i don't even have the game installed yet; -]
VP: -- unless;;; -]
AK: Indeed.. and how I'm making your bed float!
VP: -- put that down; -]
AK: Unless?...
VP: -- i wasn't done screaming into my pillows; -]
VP: -- unless the game is sentient; -]
VP: -- i thought that was just mark being iverly dramatic; -]
VP: -- *overly -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: He's a bit of an odd one but he makes a lot of sense some times.
VP: -- i just got done talking with him; -]
VP: -- he said people are gonna die if we play this thing; -]
AK: ?!
VP: -- and that our world would be destroyed blah blah we create a new universe or something like that; -]
AK: The hell?
VP: -- it sounds like the biggest load of bull since i read romeo and juliet; -]
VP: -- yeah, that's what i thought; -]
AK: Vut could possible kill everyone on the planet?
AK: possibly*
AK: I think we would know by now if something was going to..
VP: -- he said it was going to be a meteor shower or something; -]
VP: -- unless we're all gonna die in two months; -]
VP: -- in which case i don't see the urgency that he was implying; -]
AK: Strange, strange person...
AK: Oh vell...
AK: So vut do you think we are suppose to do with zis game?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
VP: -- mark said something about building things and moving them around; -]
VP: -- but i don't know what the goal is; -]
AK: Interesting..
VP: -- for now, do this; -]
VP: -- please put my bed down; -]
AK: Sorry! :x
AK: there we go..
VP: -- thank you; -]
AK: Let me see waht else I can do with zis...
VP: -- what was that; -]
VP: -- did you break something in my bathroom; -]
AK: No!
AK: I placed something in there.
AK: I think...
VP: -- what something; -]
AK: Something called a "late"
AK: lathe*
VP: -- what the hell is that thing; -]
AK: Although it doesn't look like any Lathe I've seen. >.>
AK: I don't know at all!
AK: Mess with it.
AK: Or something.
VP: -- i tried; -]
VP: -- it doesn't do anything; -]
AK: Darn..
AK: Maybe it has something to do with zis other stuff.
VP: -- my aunt's gonna kill me when she finds that; -]
VP: -- what; other; stuff; -]
AK: Where would you like zis giant circle thingy?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- put it on the roof or something; -]
VP: -- where my aunt came see GAH; -]
AK: I have a feeling zat's a bad idea.. but alright..
AK: !!!
AK: It.. fell through...
AK: Sorry!!
VP: -- no kidding; -]
VP: -- now there's a nice big hole in my floor; -]
VP: -- think you can fix that or something; -]
AK: I think I can fix zat!
AK: Oh hey! It worked, but now we have less blue stuff..
VP: -- blue stuff; -]
VP: -- what can't i see the menu thing; -]
AK: "Grist" Appearntly.
VP: -- maybe then i'd know what you were talking about; -]
VP: -- that means nothing to me; -]
AK: Vell it will when you connect to someone.
VP: -- which will be whenever these drivers stop updating; -]
AK: How long will zat take?
VP: -- I dunno; -]
VP: -- It's been about 135 minutes; -]
VP: -- and it's only now hitting 50%; -]
AK: Geez!
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- for a driver update, this is ridiculous; -]
AK: Indeed..
AK: Vell, I think I'll just set up the otehr stuff for you now and leave you to it.
AK: other*
VP: -- there's still more; -]
AK: Yep...
VP: -- i think i know what mark meant now; -]
VP: -- people are gonna die; -]
AK: Hm?
VP: -- at the hands of their batshi crazy relatives when they find all this stuff in their houses; -]
VP: -- *batshit -]
AK: Vell, the best we can do is hope she doesn't find them!
AK: Zis last thing is huge!
VP: -- oh jeez; -]
VP: -- put it in the backyard; -]
AK: Alright, can you see it from there?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Vut do you suppose it does?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- is that a telescope on it; -]
AK: I can't tell. :x
VP: -- maybe we use it to see the nonexistant meteors; -]
AK: xD
VP: -- what was it called, anyway; -]
AK: I don't know, let me check.
AK: Appearntly it's called on alchemizer.
VP: -- alchemy; -]
VP: -- really; -]
AK: Yep..
VP: -- that's helpful; -]
AK: Maybe we get to mix stuff with it.
VP: -- how; -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: Your guess is as good as mine.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- this is starting to get incredibly silly; -]
AK: I have a feeling it hasn't even begun..
VP: -- what are the chances of that; -]
VP: -- i don't think this game is sentient or anything; -]
VP: -- besides the whole connecting to me thing without having the client installed; -]
AK: Maybe not but who knows..
VP: -- mark, maybe; -]
VP: -- when he's not riding the dramallama; -]
AK: Heh, maybe we need to ask him then.
AK: I vote you do it.
VP: -- what why; -]
VP: -- why do i have to do it; -]
AK: Becuase I'm trying to figure out vut to do wih zis stuff from my end. :x
VP: -- i see; -]
AK: Vell until then, see ya, tell me vut he says!
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:58 --
AK: Hey Jeffery, zis SBURB game, for some reason it is showing me your house.
VP: -- what are you talking about; -]
AK: I see you and your room right now.
AK: And a weird little bar on the top of the screen.
VP: -- that's strange; -]
VP: -- considering i don't even have the game installed yet; -]
VP: -- unless;;; -]
AK: Indeed.. and how I'm making your bed float!
VP: -- put that down; -]
AK: Unless?...
VP: -- i wasn't done screaming into my pillows; -]
VP: -- unless the game is sentient; -]
VP: -- i thought that was just mark being iverly dramatic; -]
VP: -- *overly -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: He's a bit of an odd one but he makes a lot of sense some times.
VP: -- i just got done talking with him; -]
VP: -- he said people are gonna die if we play this thing; -]
AK: ?!
VP: -- and that our world would be destroyed blah blah we create a new universe or something like that; -]
AK: The hell?
VP: -- it sounds like the biggest load of bull since i read romeo and juliet; -]
VP: -- yeah, that's what i thought; -]
AK: Vut could possible kill everyone on the planet?
AK: possibly*
AK: I think we would know by now if something was going to..
VP: -- he said it was going to be a meteor shower or something; -]
VP: -- unless we're all gonna die in two months; -]
VP: -- in which case i don't see the urgency that he was implying; -]
AK: Strange, strange person...
AK: Oh vell...
AK: So vut do you think we are suppose to do with zis game?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
VP: -- mark said something about building things and moving them around; -]
VP: -- but i don't know what the goal is; -]
AK: Interesting..
VP: -- for now, do this; -]
VP: -- please put my bed down; -]
AK: Sorry! :x
AK: there we go..
VP: -- thank you; -]
AK: Let me see waht else I can do with zis...
VP: -- what was that; -]
VP: -- did you break something in my bathroom; -]
AK: No!
AK: I placed something in there.
AK: I think...
VP: -- what something; -]
AK: Something called a "late"
AK: lathe*
VP: -- what the hell is that thing; -]
AK: Although it doesn't look like any Lathe I've seen. >.>
AK: I don't know at all!
AK: Mess with it.
AK: Or something.
VP: -- i tried; -]
VP: -- it doesn't do anything; -]
AK: Darn..
AK: Maybe it has something to do with zis other stuff.
VP: -- my aunt's gonna kill me when she finds that; -]
VP: -- what; other; stuff; -]
AK: Where would you like zis giant circle thingy?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- put it on the roof or something; -]
VP: -- where my aunt came see GAH; -]
AK: I have a feeling zat's a bad idea.. but alright..
AK: !!!
AK: It.. fell through...
AK: Sorry!!
VP: -- no kidding; -]
VP: -- now there's a nice big hole in my floor; -]
VP: -- think you can fix that or something; -]
AK: I think I can fix zat!
AK: Oh hey! It worked, but now we have less blue stuff..
VP: -- blue stuff; -]
VP: -- what can't i see the menu thing; -]
AK: "Grist" Appearntly.
VP: -- maybe then i'd know what you were talking about; -]
VP: -- that means nothing to me; -]
AK: Vell it will when you connect to someone.
VP: -- which will be whenever these drivers stop updating; -]
AK: How long will zat take?
VP: -- I dunno; -]
VP: -- It's been about 135 minutes; -]
VP: -- and it's only now hitting 50%; -]
AK: Geez!
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- for a driver update, this is ridiculous; -]
AK: Indeed..
AK: Vell, I think I'll just set up the otehr stuff for you now and leave you to it.
AK: other*
VP: -- there's still more; -]
AK: Yep...
VP: -- i think i know what mark meant now; -]
VP: -- people are gonna die; -]
AK: Hm?
VP: -- at the hands of their batshi crazy relatives when they find all this stuff in their houses; -]
VP: -- *batshit -]
AK: Vell, the best we can do is hope she doesn't find them!
AK: Zis last thing is huge!
VP: -- oh jeez; -]
VP: -- put it in the backyard; -]
AK: Alright, can you see it from there?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Vut do you suppose it does?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- is that a telescope on it; -]
AK: I can't tell. :x
VP: -- maybe we use it to see the nonexistant meteors; -]
AK: xD
VP: -- what was it called, anyway; -]
AK: I don't know, let me check.
AK: Appearntly it's called on alchemizer.
VP: -- alchemy; -]
VP: -- really; -]
AK: Yep..
VP: -- that's helpful; -]
AK: Maybe we get to mix stuff with it.
VP: -- how; -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: Your guess is as good as mine.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- this is starting to get incredibly silly; -]
AK: I have a feeling it hasn't even begun..
VP: -- what are the chances of that; -]
VP: -- i don't think this game is sentient or anything; -]
VP: -- besides the whole connecting to me thing without having the client installed; -]
AK: Maybe not but who knows..
VP: -- mark, maybe; -]
VP: -- when he's not riding the dramallama; -]
AK: Heh, maybe we need to ask him then.
AK: I vote you do it.
VP: -- what why; -]
VP: -- why do i have to do it; -]
AK: Becuase I'm trying to figure out vut to do wih zis stuff from my end. :x
VP: -- i see; -]
AK: Vell until then, see ya, tell me vut he says!
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:58 --
Well, that was interesting. Especially considering Neil connect to him just fine without actually having the program installed. Now he just needed to find out what these things actually did...ah, hey, Mark's on again.
-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 19:54 --
VP: -- hey, mark, question; -]
CL: Yees?
VP: -- what are these giant machines supposed to do; -]
CL: Cruuxtruudeer prooduucees aa keerneelspriitee,whiich yoouu neeeed too prootootypee wiith twoo iiteems.
CL: IIt liikee deeaad thiings.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Soo,thee cruuxtruudeer?
CL: Thee thiing thaat looooks liikee chiimneey?
VP: -- yeah; -]
CL: Buust ooff thee toop.
VP: -- how; -]
CL: AA liittlee flooaatiing gloowiing oorb wiill coomee oouut.
CL: Doon't aask mee.
CL: Whaack iit ooff.
VP: -- with what; -]
CL: Throow tbhiings aat iit.
VP: -- my flamingo umbrella/ -]
CL: Juust gtee iit ooff.
CL: AAnythiing.
CL: Soomeethiing laargee aand heeaavy/
CL: juust./
CL: fiiguuree oouut hoow too moovee iit ooff thee toop.
CL: AAnd thee liittlee oorb wiill coomee oouut.
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- i'll see what happens; -]
CL: AAlsoo,yoouu seeee thee coouuntdoown aat thee boottoom?
VP: -- i haven't even broke it yet; -]
CL: Jeeff?
VP: -- there's no countdown anywhere; -]
CL: OOh.
CL: Waatch thee liittlee screeeen aat thee boottoom.
CL: Wheen thee coouuntdoown aappeeaars.
CL: Geet eeveerythiing doonee wiithiin iit's tiimee.
CL: AAleert mee wheen thee toop iis ooff aand yoouu prootootypeed iit.
CL: Reemeebeer,Deeaad thiings.
CL: Graandsmaas aashees.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Thee coorpsee oof yoouur caat.
CL: AA biird yoouu kiilleed thiis moorniing.
CL: Soomee thaat waas aaliivee.
VP: -- there's nothing dead in my house; -]
VP: -- stop being creepy; -]
CL: Weell...
CL: Geet soomeethiign aaliivee.
CL: AAny peets?
VP: -- no; -]
VP: -- let me go talk to neil; -]
CL: AA buust oof shaakeespeeaaree?
VP: -- i'll figure this out once i get the information relayed; -]
CL: Yoouur flaamiingoo uumbreellaa?
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Teell mee whee thaat's doonee.
VP: -- okay, i will; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 19:59 --
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:59 --
CL: II'll teell yoouu aaboouut thee laathee aand thee aaleechmiiteer.
VP: -- gah; -]
VP: -- one thing at a time; -]
CL: II OOkaay.
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 20:00 --
VP: -- hey, mark, question; -]
CL: Yees?
VP: -- what are these giant machines supposed to do; -]
CL: Cruuxtruudeer prooduucees aa keerneelspriitee,whiich yoouu neeeed too prootootypee wiith twoo iiteems.
CL: IIt liikee deeaad thiings.
VP: -- wait, what; -]
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Soo,thee cruuxtruudeer?
CL: Thee thiing thaat looooks liikee chiimneey?
VP: -- yeah; -]
CL: Buust ooff thee toop.
VP: -- how; -]
CL: AA liittlee flooaatiing gloowiing oorb wiill coomee oouut.
CL: Doon't aask mee.
CL: Whaack iit ooff.
VP: -- with what; -]
CL: Throow tbhiings aat iit.
VP: -- my flamingo umbrella/ -]
CL: Juust gtee iit ooff.
CL: AAnythiing.
CL: Soomeethiing laargee aand heeaavy/
CL: juust./
CL: fiiguuree oouut hoow too moovee iit ooff thee toop.
CL: AAnd thee liittlee oorb wiill coomee oouut.
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- i'll see what happens; -]
CL: AAlsoo,yoouu seeee thee coouuntdoown aat thee boottoom?
VP: -- i haven't even broke it yet; -]
CL: Jeeff?
VP: -- there's no countdown anywhere; -]
CL: OOh.
CL: Waatch thee liittlee screeeen aat thee boottoom.
CL: Wheen thee coouuntdoown aappeeaars.
CL: Geet eeveerythiing doonee wiithiin iit's tiimee.
CL: AAleert mee wheen thee toop iis ooff aand yoouu prootootypeed iit.
CL: Reemeebeer,Deeaad thiings.
CL: Graandsmaas aashees.
VP: -- okay; -]
CL: Thee coorpsee oof yoouur caat.
CL: AA biird yoouu kiilleed thiis moorniing.
CL: Soomee thaat waas aaliivee.
VP: -- there's nothing dead in my house; -]
VP: -- stop being creepy; -]
CL: Weell...
CL: Geet soomeethiign aaliivee.
CL: AAny peets?
VP: -- no; -]
VP: -- let me go talk to neil; -]
CL: AA buust oof shaakeespeeaaree?
VP: -- i'll figure this out once i get the information relayed; -]
CL: Yoouur flaamiingoo uumbreellaa?
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Teell mee whee thaat's doonee.
VP: -- okay, i will; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 19:59 --
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 19:59 --
CL: II'll teell yoouu aaboouut thee laathee aand thee aaleechmiiteer.
VP: -- gah; -]
VP: -- one thing at a time; -]
CL: II OOkaay.
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 20:00 --
Neil was getting a bit annoyed, his download was close to finishing but it still feels likes it's taking days to to finish that last little bit..
He decided to occupy his time by looking around the web for art. He found something... something amazing.. How has he never seen something this amazing before?! He decided he must try this!
He gathered up his cans of spray paint, some paper, and some newspaper and attempted it..
He was amazed at how it had turned out, he looked at his picture with pride before heading downstairs and washing off. He grabbed one of the sandwiches in the fridge and headed back up to his computer.
His computer had finished installing the game and began loading it up.
After the cool loading screen his computer showed a familiar face, it was one of his friends, Jeffery. Neil was a bit puzzled by this and began pestering Jeffery.
Neil left Jeffery to pester Mark and began testing out the program, unfortunately all the other stuff required this ?grist? material, after a few minutes Jeffery began to pester him.
He decided to occupy his time by looking around the web for art. He found something... something amazing.. How has he never seen something this amazing before?! He decided he must try this!
He gathered up his cans of spray paint, some paper, and some newspaper and attempted it..
His computer had finished installing the game and began loading it up.
After the cool loading screen his computer showed a familiar face, it was one of his friends, Jeffery. Neil was a bit puzzled by this and began pestering Jeffery.
-- artsyKid [AK] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 18:31 --
AK: Hey Jeffery, zis SBURB game, for some reason it is showing me your house.
VP: -- what are you talking about; -]
AK: I see you and your room right now.
AK: And a weird little bar on the top of the screen.
VP: -- that's strange; -]
VP: -- considering i don't even have the game installed yet; -]
VP: -- unless;;; -]
AK: Indeed.. and how I'm making your bed float!
VP: -- put that down; -]
AK: Unless?...
VP: -- i wasn't done screaming into my pillows; -]
VP: -- unless the game is sentient; -]
VP: -- i thought that was just mark being iverly dramatic; -]
VP: -- *overly -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: He's a bit of an odd one but he makes a lot of sense some times.
VP: -- i just got done talking with him; -]
VP: -- he said people are gonna die if we play this thing; -]
AK: ?!
VP: -- and that our world would be destroyed blah blah we create a new universe or something like that; -]
AK: The hell?
VP: -- it sounds like the biggest load of bull since i read romeo and juliet; -]
VP: -- yeah, that's what i thought; -]
AK: Vut could possible kill everyone on the planet?
AK: possibly*
AK: I think we would know by now if something was going to..
VP: -- he said it was going to be a meteor shower or something; -]
VP: -- unless we're all gonna die in two months; -]
VP: -- in which case i don't see the urgency that he was implying; -]
AK: Strange, strange person...
AK: Oh vell...
AK: So vut do you think we are suppose to do with zis game?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
VP: -- mark said something about building things and moving them around; -]
VP: -- but i don't know what the goal is; -]
AK: Interesting..
VP: -- for now, do this; -]
VP: -- please put my bed down; -]
AK: Sorry! :x
AK: there we go..
VP: -- thank you; -]
AK: Let me see waht else I can do with zis...
VP: -- what was that; -]
VP: -- did you break something in my bathroom; -]
AK: No!
AK: I placed something in there.
AK: I think...
VP: -- what something; -]
AK: Something called a "late"
AK: lathe*
VP: -- what the hell is that thing; -]
AK: Although it doesn't look like any Lathe I've seen. >.>
AK: I don't know at all!
AK: Mess with it.
AK: Or something.
VP: -- i tried; -]
VP: -- it doesn't do anything; -]
AK: Darn..
AK: Maybe it has something to do with zis other stuff.
VP: -- my aunt's gonna kill me when she finds that; -]
VP: -- what; other; stuff; -]
AK: Where would you like zis giant circle thingy?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- put it on the roof or something; -]
VP: -- where my aunt came see GAH; -]
AK: I have a feeling zat's a bad idea.. but alright..
AK: !!!
AK: It.. fell through...
AK: Sorry!!
VP: -- no kidding; -]
VP: -- now there's a nice big hole in my floor; -]
VP: -- think you can fix that or something; -]
AK: I think I can fix zat!
AK: Oh hey! It worked, but now we have less blue stuff..
VP: -- blue stuff; -]
VP: -- what can't i see the menu thing; -]
AK: "Grist" Appearntly.
VP: -- maybe then i'd know what you were talking about; -]
VP: -- that means nothing to me; -]
AK: Vell it will when you connect to someone.
VP: -- which will be whenever these drivers stop updating; -]
AK: How long will zat take?
VP: -- I dunno; -]
VP: -- It's been about 135 minutes; -]
VP: -- and it's only now hitting 50%; -]
AK: Geez!
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- for a driver update, this is ridiculous; -]
AK: Indeed..
AK: Vell, I think I'll just set up the otehr stuff for you now and leave you to it.
AK: other*
VP: -- there's still more; -]
AK: Yep...
VP: -- i think i know what mark meant now; -]
VP: -- people are gonna die; -]
AK: Hm?
VP: -- at the hands of their batshi crazy relatives when they find all this stuff in their houses; -]
VP: -- *batshit -]
AK: Vell, the best we can do is hope she doesn't find them!
AK: Zis last thing is huge!
VP: -- oh jeez; -]
VP: -- put it in the backyard; -]
AK: Alright, can you see it from there?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Vut do you suppose it does?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- is that a telescope on it; -]
AK: I can't tell. :x
VP: -- maybe we use it to see the nonexistant meteors; -]
AK: xD
VP: -- what was it called, anyway; -]
AK: I don't know, let me check.
AK: Appearntly it's called on alchemizer.
VP: -- alchemy; -]
VP: -- really; -]
AK: Yep..
VP: -- that's helpful; -]
AK: Maybe we get to mix stuff with it.
VP: -- how; -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: Your guess is as good as mine.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- this is starting to get incredibly silly; -]
AK: I have a feeling it hasn't even begun..
VP: -- what are the chances of that; -]
VP: -- i don't think this game is sentient or anything; -]
VP: -- besides the whole connecting to me thing without having the client installed; -]
AK: Maybe not but who knows..
VP: -- mark, maybe; -]
VP: -- when he's not riding the dramallama; -]
AK: Heh, maybe we need to ask him then.
AK: I vote you do it.
VP: -- what why; -]
VP: -- why do i have to do it; -]
AK: Becuase I'm trying to figure out vut to do wih zis stuff from my end. :x
VP: -- i see; -]
AK: Vell until then, see ya, tell me vut he says!
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 18:58 --
AK: Hey Jeffery, zis SBURB game, for some reason it is showing me your house.
VP: -- what are you talking about; -]
AK: I see you and your room right now.
AK: And a weird little bar on the top of the screen.
VP: -- that's strange; -]
VP: -- considering i don't even have the game installed yet; -]
VP: -- unless;;; -]
AK: Indeed.. and how I'm making your bed float!
VP: -- put that down; -]
AK: Unless?...
VP: -- i wasn't done screaming into my pillows; -]
VP: -- unless the game is sentient; -]
VP: -- i thought that was just mark being iverly dramatic; -]
VP: -- *overly -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: He's a bit of an odd one but he makes a lot of sense some times.
VP: -- i just got done talking with him; -]
VP: -- he said people are gonna die if we play this thing; -]
AK: ?!
VP: -- and that our world would be destroyed blah blah we create a new universe or something like that; -]
AK: The hell?
VP: -- it sounds like the biggest load of bull since i read romeo and juliet; -]
VP: -- yeah, that's what i thought; -]
AK: Vut could possible kill everyone on the planet?
AK: possibly*
AK: I think we would know by now if something was going to..
VP: -- he said it was going to be a meteor shower or something; -]
VP: -- unless we're all gonna die in two months; -]
VP: -- in which case i don't see the urgency that he was implying; -]
AK: Strange, strange person...
AK: Oh vell...
AK: So vut do you think we are suppose to do with zis game?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
VP: -- mark said something about building things and moving them around; -]
VP: -- but i don't know what the goal is; -]
AK: Interesting..
VP: -- for now, do this; -]
VP: -- please put my bed down; -]
AK: Sorry! :x
AK: there we go..
VP: -- thank you; -]
AK: Let me see waht else I can do with zis...
VP: -- what was that; -]
VP: -- did you break something in my bathroom; -]
AK: No!
AK: I placed something in there.
AK: I think...
VP: -- what something; -]
AK: Something called a "late"
AK: lathe*
VP: -- what the hell is that thing; -]
AK: Although it doesn't look like any Lathe I've seen. >.>
AK: I don't know at all!
AK: Mess with it.
AK: Or something.
VP: -- i tried; -]
VP: -- it doesn't do anything; -]
AK: Darn..
AK: Maybe it has something to do with zis other stuff.
VP: -- my aunt's gonna kill me when she finds that; -]
VP: -- what; other; stuff; -]
AK: Where would you like zis giant circle thingy?
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- put it on the roof or something; -]
VP: -- where my aunt came see GAH; -]
AK: I have a feeling zat's a bad idea.. but alright..
AK: !!!
AK: It.. fell through...
AK: Sorry!!
VP: -- no kidding; -]
VP: -- now there's a nice big hole in my floor; -]
VP: -- think you can fix that or something; -]
AK: I think I can fix zat!
AK: Oh hey! It worked, but now we have less blue stuff..
VP: -- blue stuff; -]
VP: -- what can't i see the menu thing; -]
AK: "Grist" Appearntly.
VP: -- maybe then i'd know what you were talking about; -]
VP: -- that means nothing to me; -]
AK: Vell it will when you connect to someone.
VP: -- which will be whenever these drivers stop updating; -]
AK: How long will zat take?
VP: -- I dunno; -]
VP: -- It's been about 135 minutes; -]
VP: -- and it's only now hitting 50%; -]
AK: Geez!
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- for a driver update, this is ridiculous; -]
AK: Indeed..
AK: Vell, I think I'll just set up the otehr stuff for you now and leave you to it.
AK: other*
VP: -- there's still more; -]
AK: Yep...
VP: -- i think i know what mark meant now; -]
VP: -- people are gonna die; -]
AK: Hm?
VP: -- at the hands of their batshi crazy relatives when they find all this stuff in their houses; -]
VP: -- *batshit -]
AK: Vell, the best we can do is hope she doesn't find them!
AK: Zis last thing is huge!
VP: -- oh jeez; -]
VP: -- put it in the backyard; -]
AK: Alright, can you see it from there?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Vut do you suppose it does?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
VP: -- is that a telescope on it; -]
AK: I can't tell. :x
VP: -- maybe we use it to see the nonexistant meteors; -]
AK: xD
VP: -- what was it called, anyway; -]
AK: I don't know, let me check.
AK: Appearntly it's called on alchemizer.
VP: -- alchemy; -]
VP: -- really; -]
AK: Yep..
VP: -- that's helpful; -]
AK: Maybe we get to mix stuff with it.
VP: -- how; -]
AK: *Shrug*
AK: Your guess is as good as mine.
VP: -- i'd say; -]
VP: -- this is starting to get incredibly silly; -]
AK: I have a feeling it hasn't even begun..
VP: -- what are the chances of that; -]
VP: -- i don't think this game is sentient or anything; -]
VP: -- besides the whole connecting to me thing without having the client installed; -]
AK: Maybe not but who knows..
VP: -- mark, maybe; -]
VP: -- when he's not riding the dramallama; -]
AK: Heh, maybe we need to ask him then.
AK: I vote you do it.
VP: -- what why; -]
VP: -- why do i have to do it; -]
AK: Becuase I'm trying to figure out vut to do wih zis stuff from my end. :x
VP: -- i see; -]
AK: Vell until then, see ya, tell me vut he says!
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 18:58 --
Neil left Jeffery to pester Mark and began testing out the program, unfortunately all the other stuff required this ?grist? material, after a few minutes Jeffery began to pester him.
-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:02 --
VP: -- okay, he said that the chimney thing is a cruxtruder; -]
AK: Vut is it suppose to do?..
VP: -- i don't know; -]
AK: >_<
VP: -- he said that it's produce a kernel sprite or something; -]
VP: -- and that we needed to break the top off; -]
AK: The hell is zat?
VP: -- with something heavy; -]
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- it's bad enough getting the information you want out of him; -]
AK: Alright... vut do you have zat's heay?
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- try that giant shakespeare bust in the living room; -]
VP: -- the nine foot tall one; -]
AK: Dang, zat's one big bust!
VP: -- *snickers* -]
AK: ... Not in zat sense!
VP: -- your accent makes that funnier for some reason; -]
AK: Bleh..
VP: -- okay fine, use that ceramic head; -]
VP: -- now hit the top of the chimney thing; -]
AK: Okay, let's see vut zis does...
VP: -- hold on, let me move downstairs; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
AK: And...
AK: Drop!
VP: -- GAH -]
VP: -- that was loud; -]
AK: Let's hope she didn't hear zat..
VP: -- she's a heavy sleeper; -]
AK: Zat's fortunate.
VP: -- i would be too if i read shakespeare every day; -]
VP: -- and;;; -]
VP: -- looks like it didn't do anything; -]
VP: -- no, wait, it's popping off; -]
VP: -- sloooowly; -]
AK: Want me to speed it up a bit?
AK: I could drop the big one one it..
VP: -- nah, it's fine; -]
VP: -- it look like it's almost off, anyway; -]
VP: -- and let's see what comes out of it; -]
VP: -- a glass column thing; seriously; -]
AK: There's also a floaty thing.
VP: -- exciting; -]
AK: Behind you.
VP: -- ACK -]
VP: -- why is it following me!!! -]
AK: I don't know! D:
VP: -- neil, do something! -]
AK: Err.. I'll throw something at it!
VP: -- good idea! -]
VP: -- but uh; -]
VP: -- throw what; -]
AK: The giant statue?
VP: -- what if you miss; -]
AK: Vell... you might want to get ready to run then...
VP: -- take something from my room! -]
VP: -- like;;;uh;;; -]
VP: -- the blanche doll; -]
AK: How would zis doll hurt it? >.>
AK: Ah vell, if you say so..
AK: Yah!
VP: -- wait, where'd my doll go; -]
VP: -- and why did this thing turn into a southern belle; -]
AK: I think it ate it!
AK: Err...
VP: -- blanche duboir; -]
VP: -- from a streetcar named desire; -]
AK: Want me to throw something else at it? >.>
VP: -- nah; -]
AK: It might drop your doll if we kill it or something.
VP: -- it seems to not be acting as erratically; -]
VP: -- it sounds like it's trying to talk to me; -]
VP: -- but i can't speak doll; -]
VP: -- or southerner; -]
AK: Gah..
VP: -- maybe this is what mark meant by "prototyping", actually; -]
VP: -- he said to use dead things, though; -]
VP: -- maybe i'll go find a chipmunk or something later; -]
AK: Prototyping? Dead thing? Vut. The. Hell...
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- oh, wait, speaking of prototyping; -]
VP: -- there's supposed to be a countdown or something on the chimney thing; -]
AK: Countdown?
AK: For vut?
VP: -- no idea, but mark said that they'd be important; -]
VP: -- lessee;;; -]
VP: -- 2:08:13 -]
AK: So we have two hours for... something?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Hmm...
VP: -- no idea what that something is, though; -]
AK: Heh, maybe it's the "meteor shower" he was talking abut.
AK: about*
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- holy; -]
VP: -- fuck; -]
AK: :0
VP: -- there are a lot of stars tonight; -]
VP: -- which is weird, considering it's early evening; -]
AK: ...
VP: -- i have a bad feeling about this; -]
AK: ... >_>
AK: Maybe crazy isn't so crazy...
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- two hours until;;;impact; -]
AK: !! :O
VP: -- i hope not;;; -]
AK: Me too...
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- think you can go talk to mark for the other two things; -]
VP: -- i think i need to lie down for a bit; -]
AK: Alright, but don't sleep for too long, zat timer isn't going to wait.
VP: -- if i'm still sleeping when the timer hits thirty minutes, whack me with my flamingo umbrella; -]
VP: -- i'll leave it next to my computer; -]
AK: Will do.
VP: -- ugh; -]
AK: Until then, see ya.
VP: -- today's gonna suck;;; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- see you later; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:22 --
VP: -- okay, he said that the chimney thing is a cruxtruder; -]
AK: Vut is it suppose to do?..
VP: -- i don't know; -]
AK: >_<
VP: -- he said that it's produce a kernel sprite or something; -]
VP: -- and that we needed to break the top off; -]
AK: The hell is zat?
VP: -- with something heavy; -]
VP: -- i don't know; -]
VP: -- it's bad enough getting the information you want out of him; -]
AK: Alright... vut do you have zat's heay?
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- try that giant shakespeare bust in the living room; -]
VP: -- the nine foot tall one; -]
AK: Dang, zat's one big bust!
VP: -- *snickers* -]
AK: ... Not in zat sense!
VP: -- your accent makes that funnier for some reason; -]
AK: Bleh..
VP: -- okay fine, use that ceramic head; -]
VP: -- now hit the top of the chimney thing; -]
AK: Okay, let's see vut zis does...
VP: -- hold on, let me move downstairs; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
AK: And...
AK: Drop!
VP: -- GAH -]
VP: -- that was loud; -]
AK: Let's hope she didn't hear zat..
VP: -- she's a heavy sleeper; -]
AK: Zat's fortunate.
VP: -- i would be too if i read shakespeare every day; -]
VP: -- and;;; -]
VP: -- looks like it didn't do anything; -]
VP: -- no, wait, it's popping off; -]
VP: -- sloooowly; -]
AK: Want me to speed it up a bit?
AK: I could drop the big one one it..
VP: -- nah, it's fine; -]
VP: -- it look like it's almost off, anyway; -]
VP: -- and let's see what comes out of it; -]
VP: -- a glass column thing; seriously; -]
AK: There's also a floaty thing.
VP: -- exciting; -]
AK: Behind you.
VP: -- ACK -]
VP: -- why is it following me!!! -]
AK: I don't know! D:
VP: -- neil, do something! -]
AK: Err.. I'll throw something at it!
VP: -- good idea! -]
VP: -- but uh; -]
VP: -- throw what; -]
AK: The giant statue?
VP: -- what if you miss; -]
AK: Vell... you might want to get ready to run then...
VP: -- take something from my room! -]
VP: -- like;;;uh;;; -]
VP: -- the blanche doll; -]
AK: How would zis doll hurt it? >.>
AK: Ah vell, if you say so..
AK: Yah!
VP: -- wait, where'd my doll go; -]
VP: -- and why did this thing turn into a southern belle; -]
AK: I think it ate it!
AK: Err...
VP: -- blanche duboir; -]
VP: -- from a streetcar named desire; -]
AK: Want me to throw something else at it? >.>
VP: -- nah; -]
AK: It might drop your doll if we kill it or something.
VP: -- it seems to not be acting as erratically; -]
VP: -- it sounds like it's trying to talk to me; -]
VP: -- but i can't speak doll; -]
VP: -- or southerner; -]
AK: Gah..
VP: -- maybe this is what mark meant by "prototyping", actually; -]
VP: -- he said to use dead things, though; -]
VP: -- maybe i'll go find a chipmunk or something later; -]
AK: Prototyping? Dead thing? Vut. The. Hell...
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- oh, wait, speaking of prototyping; -]
VP: -- there's supposed to be a countdown or something on the chimney thing; -]
AK: Countdown?
AK: For vut?
VP: -- no idea, but mark said that they'd be important; -]
VP: -- lessee;;; -]
VP: -- 2:08:13 -]
AK: So we have two hours for... something?
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: Hmm...
VP: -- no idea what that something is, though; -]
AK: Heh, maybe it's the "meteor shower" he was talking abut.
AK: about*
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- holy; -]
VP: -- fuck; -]
AK: :0
VP: -- there are a lot of stars tonight; -]
VP: -- which is weird, considering it's early evening; -]
AK: ...
VP: -- i have a bad feeling about this; -]
AK: ... >_>
AK: Maybe crazy isn't so crazy...
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- two hours until;;;impact; -]
AK: !! :O
VP: -- i hope not;;; -]
AK: Me too...
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- think you can go talk to mark for the other two things; -]
VP: -- i think i need to lie down for a bit; -]
AK: Alright, but don't sleep for too long, zat timer isn't going to wait.
VP: -- if i'm still sleeping when the timer hits thirty minutes, whack me with my flamingo umbrella; -]
VP: -- i'll leave it next to my computer; -]
AK: Will do.
VP: -- ugh; -]
AK: Until then, see ya.
VP: -- today's gonna suck;;; -]
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- see you later; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 19:22 --
Mark stopped wallowing in sadness and chose to see if one of his chums was on,more specifically,the one he needed to connect to before she died,or tell her to connect to Donnie before he died.This is happening,all these months and years spent planning with Eggbert are coming to fruition! He will be avenged! Avenged I say! Okay,enough Dramallama,let's do this.
He quickly clicks the hours old icon on his desktop for the server player version of Sburb and create a server,then Mark invites Clarissa to join him.While waiting for her,he observed her room,and found them to be rather a mess.HE checked his registry of placeable items and grinned,just as Eggbert had been telling him for years.
Mark sits back and waits to do this shit.
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:14 --
CL: Claariissaa!
CL: Neeeed too speeaak!
CL: Quuiickly!
AA: Maaaaaark!
AA: And whats up?
CL: Baasiicaally,wee'ree dooiing thee chaaiin iin groouups.
CL: Theen meeeetiing uup.
AA: okay
CL: Soo faar wee AAmbeer aand Keegaan aand Neeiil aand Jeeff chiippiing aawaay aat thiis.
CL: Soo yoouu caan eeiitheer waaiit foor Doonniiee too coomee oon oor staart thee whoolee Seerveer uuseer thiign wiith mee noow.
CL: AAnd II'm aafraaiid too saay iit's oonee oor thee ootheer reeaally.
AA: well you beat me to the punch since i was just getting ready to get a hold of you since my game finaly installed
AA: the client player I thikn, I lost the clarification in a fire
CL: Huuh.
CL: AAnywaay!
CL: Yees"!
CL: Leet's doo thiis shiit!
CL: Leet's buuiild!
AA: reaaaaady when yoouuuuuuu are
CL: Leet's noot geet kiilleed by mtooheerfuuckiing meeteeoors.
CL: II'll seet uup aa seerveer.
CL: Coonneect wheen yoouu'ree reeaady.
CL: Viiaa meenuu.
CL: Seeee yaa.
AA: good to know
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:18 --
CL: Claariissaa!
CL: Neeeed too speeaak!
CL: Quuiickly!
AA: Maaaaaark!
AA: And whats up?
CL: Baasiicaally,wee'ree dooiing thee chaaiin iin groouups.
CL: Theen meeeetiing uup.
AA: okay
CL: Soo faar wee AAmbeer aand Keegaan aand Neeiil aand Jeeff chiippiing aawaay aat thiis.
CL: Soo yoouu caan eeiitheer waaiit foor Doonniiee too coomee oon oor staart thee whoolee Seerveer uuseer thiign wiith mee noow.
CL: AAnd II'm aafraaiid too saay iit's oonee oor thee ootheer reeaally.
AA: well you beat me to the punch since i was just getting ready to get a hold of you since my game finaly installed
AA: the client player I thikn, I lost the clarification in a fire
CL: Huuh.
CL: AAnywaay!
CL: Yees"!
CL: Leet's doo thiis shiit!
CL: Leet's buuiild!
AA: reaaaaady when yoouuuuuuu are
CL: Leet's noot geet kiilleed by mtooheerfuuckiing meeteeoors.
CL: II'll seet uup aa seerveer.
CL: Coonneect wheen yoouu'ree reeaady.
CL: Viiaa meenuu.
CL: Seeee yaa.
AA: good to know
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:18 --
-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:23 --
CL: II caan seeee yoouu!
CL: Noot hoow II piictuureed,buut noot iimpoortaant riight noow!
CL: Huurry uup aand coonneect soo wee caan doo shiit.
AA: Alright alright!
CL: Liikee geet yoouu iin beefooree yoouu diiee.
CL: Paaiinfuully.
CL: Viiaa Meeteeoor.
AA: Feeling overly dramatic today?
CL: Buut eenoouugh doooom aand gloooom.
CL: Yees!
CL: My liittlee brootheer fiiguuree/guuiidee/peet thiingy diieed toodaay!
CL: Thee draamaa heelps mee foorgeet!
CL: AAs dooees gaamees!
CL: Gaamees thaat caan briing hiim baack!
CL: Noow leet's doo thiis!
AA: ... okay
AA: Either way it says its connecting now
CL: EExceelleent!
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:25 --
CL: II caan seeee yoouu!
CL: Noot hoow II piictuureed,buut noot iimpoortaant riight noow!
CL: Huurry uup aand coonneect soo wee caan doo shiit.
AA: Alright alright!
CL: Liikee geet yoouu iin beefooree yoouu diiee.
CL: Paaiinfuully.
CL: Viiaa Meeteeoor.
AA: Feeling overly dramatic today?
CL: Buut eenoouugh doooom aand gloooom.
CL: Yees!
CL: My liittlee brootheer fiiguuree/guuiidee/peet thiingy diieed toodaay!
CL: Thee draamaa heelps mee foorgeet!
CL: AAs dooees gaamees!
CL: Gaamees thaat caan briing hiim baack!
CL: Noow leet's doo thiis!
AA: ... okay
AA: Either way it says its connecting now
CL: EExceelleent!
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 01:25 --