Saviours of the Waking World - Homestuck RP (co-GMed by Revolverwolf)

Zirat · Mar 20, 2011

Clarissa seemed to have fallen asleep at the keyboard and when she woke up suddenly the download bar which seemed infinite in it's length had been made completely green. "Heh, and they said slacking never gets anything done" she said as she start to pull up Pesterchum, but as she was ready to contact Mark suddenly the window shot up. "Hmm... preemptive strike" she muttered as she answered and got ready for a conversation with him. Steeling her eyes she responded

[One Pesterchum just seen later]

Well... guess it's time to get things rolling! Seems like that whole chain he had going on is broken up first so she was one of the lucky ones to be the first ones in. Well, nothing like a head start on the others!

Opening up the menu that had popped up while Captchaloguing the Server-Player disc for later consumption by her computer she looks to pick out Marks server, clicking on it she officialy choses him as her server player. As she does this she is pestered by him... again.

[Another Pesterlog as seen above later]

After an rather entertaining and flashy intro screen... nothing seemed to have changed much.
"Great... so I guess this is it?" She said as she checks the screen, aboslutely nada was happening.
Sighing she pulls up Pesterchum again to get a hold of Mark and tell him what happened.

Sir Strange Of The House Lycan · Mar 20, 2011

Mark suddenly notices that he's been connected to by Clarissa,and that she is currently pestering him.He also realizes that he needs to get his shit together and help her get started before imminent death and destruction.

-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 01:30 --
AA: Well there we go, all connected
AA: Happy now?
AA: So shall we get this ball rolling?
CL: Yees.
CL: Leet's.
CL: OOkaay,fiirst,leet's geet yoouu aa spriitee.
CL: Theeree wee goo.
CL: Hoopeefuully thaat staack oof ruubbiish waasn't iimpoortaant.
CL: OOkaay,wee'ree gooiing too haavee too buust thee toop ooff.
CL: Whaat heeaavy iiteems doo yoouu haavee thaat yoouu woouuldn't miind loosiing?
AA: Just about anything here
CL: Heeh.
CL: Leet's try thiis laargee roock.
CL: Weell.
CL: Shiit.
CL: Soorry aaboouut yoouur waall.
AA: ...
CL: Buut oon thee briight siidee.
AA: just watch you damn aim
CL: IIt's ooff.
CL: Yaaaaaaaay.
AA: hooray
CL: OOkaay,nootiicee thee liittlee gloowiing oorb foolloowiing yoouu aaroouund?
AA: now whats that little... thing
AA: yes
AA: i dont like it already
CL: OOkaay,thaat's aa keerneelspriitee.
CL: Weell,yoouu'ree goonnaa aahvee too liikee iit.
AA: no promises
CL: Beecaauusee iit's eeffeectiiveely aa miixtuuree beetweeeen aan aally,aa guuiidee aa peet.
AA: fine fine fine
AA: so what do I do to it?
CL: AAnywaay,theey liikee beeiing "!Prootootypeed" wiith deeaad thiings
AA: I gotta feed this thing?
CL: Naaaaaah
CL: Weell.
CL: Kiindaa.
CL: Feeeed iit thiings too moorph iintoo.
CL: Woorks beest wiith deeaad reelaatiivees.
CL: Peets.
CL: Thiings yoouu kiilleed thaat moorniing.
AA: Oh shoot, and here I am all out of fresh corpses
CL: Soo,whaat doo yoouu waant too feeeed iit?
CL: AAny vaaguueely aaniimaal oobjeects?
CL: II iinteend oon giiviing miinee aan eegg aand aa swoord.
AA: congratulations
CL: Buut wee neeeed soomeethiing yoouu caan taalk too fiirst.
CL: Theen aa seecoondaary prootootypee,
AA: I have to talk to it?
CL: soo?
CL: Yees.
CL: AAs II saaiid.
CL: Guuiidee
CL: AAlly.
CL: Peet.
AA: yeah yeah i got that
CL: Gooood.
CL: Soo doo yoouu waant mee too kiill yoouur graandpaa aand feeeed iit wiith hiim?
CL: Thaat waas aa jookee/
AA: ...
AA: could have fooled me
CL: haahaa.
AA: speaking of him
AA: he managed to kill a snake that was making a nest in one of the air vents and brought it back in
AA: I hink he was planning to use it for stew
AA: *gags*
CL: OOH good.
AA: does that fit into your little scheme?
CL: II thoouught my muums siingiing waas paareentaal toortuuree.
CL: Yees.
CL: AAnd doon't caall iit "My liittlee Scheemee"
CL: IIt soouunds moockiing.
CL: AAnd maakees mee oouut too bee maaniipuulaatiivee.
CL: IIT's aa plaan.
AA: *gasps*
CL: OOnee II'vee beeeen foolloowiing foor 7 yeeaars.
AA: a thousand apologies
CL:

CL: Noo neeeed foor saarcaasm.
AA: oh great string puller
CL: *Siigh*
CL: AAnywaay,yees.
CL: thee snaakee wiill suuffiicee.
AA: alright, so I guess I have to get that up here?
CL: Yees.
CL: Weell.
CL: UUnleess yoouu caan pooiinttoo mee wheeree iit iis.
CL: Yoouu oopeen thee doooors oon thee waay.
CL: II caan piick stuuff uup.
AA: NO
CL: Waas haas beeeen eeviideenceedd.
CL: Fiinee.
AA: You keep that damn thing to yourself
CL: Goo eegt iit theem/
AA: fine, be right back with dinner
CL: *Geet,Theen.
CL: HEEheeheeh
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 01:40 --

He giggled to himself,sincerely amused by the remark,though he would never admit it to Clarissa,he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of amusing him...or something,and before long,she returns,pestering him once more.

-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 01:40 --
CL: Looveely.
AA: alright, I got whats... well, left of it
CL: AA raattleesnaakee,II aassuumee.
CL: goot thee heeaad?
AA: yup
CL: Gooood eenoouugh.
AA: and enough for seconds if the things still hungry...
CL: Juust cheeck iit iin thee spriitee.
AA: right away boss
CL: Hooyl shiit.
CL: Thaat's miildly teerriifyiing.
AA: suck it up you pansy
CL:

AA: it seems legit
CL: Mooviing oon.
AA: I kinda like it
CL: whaat eelsee caan wee feeeed iit?
CL: Weell oof coouursee yoouu woouuld.
AA: your lucky your out of reach
CL: heeheehhee >

CL: AAnywaay.
CL: AAny doolls,iidlees oor ootheer suuch iiteems?
CL: Weeaapoons?
CL: Roocks?
CL: Puuppeets?
AA: Im not letting you handle any more rocks!
CL: AAn veery straangeely shaapeed pootaatoo.
CL: >_>
CL: II'm guueessiing II'll neeveer liivee thaat doown...
AA: no
AA: you will not
CL: Daanggiit.
CL: AAnywaay,seecoondaary prootootypiing oobjeects?
AA: if my shelf was stocked im sure I could hav something. But only things up there is my mining helmet and that damn gasmask
CL: Yoouu waant too maakee thiis thiing eeveen MOOREE miildly teerriifyiing?
CL: Neeveermiind...
CL: II'll geet thee gaasmaask.
CL: Weell.
CL: II thiink wee'vee croosseed ooveer noow.
AA: ... huh
CL: Thee creeaatuuree haas eevoolveed froom miildly teerriifyiing.
CL: Too thee creeaatuuree thaat wiill staalk my niightmaarees.
CL: Peerfeect fiit foor yoouu reeaally.
CL: >

AA: well good to know something came out of this
CL: IIndeeeed.
AA: so now that I have this... thing
AA: what now?
CL: AAnywaay,II'll geet too woork oon plaaciing thee eequuiipmeent.
AA: okay
CL: seeee thee liittlee crystaal cliindeer thaat pooppeed oouut wiith yoouur spriitee?
AA: equipment is something I can handle
AA: This thing? Yeah
CL: Caaptchaalooguuee iit.
CL: Wee'll bee neeeediing iit.
AA: Fair enough
AA: and done, nicely tucked away to god knows where
CL: HEEheehee
CL: Giivee mee aa seec too coonsuult my nootees oon whaat neext.
AA: so the man with the plan needs to consult his notes?
AA: *taps foot*
CL: HEEy biig plaans neeeed loot's oof spaacee!
CL: IIt's aall paart foo thee plaan!
AA: oh yeah, im sure you have so many irons in the fire right now
CL: HEEeehheehee
AA: didnt you mention something about me being on a time limit?
CL: Yees.
CL: Thaat's aa poopiint reeaally.
CL: Looook aat thee cloock oont eeh Cruuxtruudeer?
CL: Whaat's iit saay?
AA: huh, so it does
AA: It says... damn
CL: IIt's saays sooeemthiing aaloong thee liinees oof "% miinuutees" dooeesn't iit?
AA: yeah
CL: Hoow loong?
CL: BEEcaauusee thaat,
CL: IIt reeaally fuuckiign iimpoortaant.
AA: 8
AA: well
AA: now 7
AA: and tickingg down while you just kinda flutter about wirh your notes...
CL: Fuuck.
CL: Weell II'm aalmoost doonee.
CL: II'm noot leettiing yoouu diiee.
CL: OOnee diiees,mooree diiee.
CL: AAnd y;'knoow.
CL: Yoouu'ree my friieend,.
AA: thanks
CL: OOkaay,soo yoouu shoouuld haavee gootteen aa caard.
CL: Liikee,aa puunch caarsd.
AA: this thing?
AA: yeah
CL: Gooood.
CL: OOkaay.
AA: didnt they go out of style?
CL: Seeee thaatlaargee oobjeect II juust plaaceed?
CL: Whaat,Puunch caards?
CL: YEEaah,
CL: Buut theey aaree VEERY iimpoortaant heeree,
CL: Theey leet uus aalcheemiizee!
CL: AAnd thaat's whaat wee shaall doo.
CL: Mooree soo laateer.
CL: Buut leet's huurry foor noow.
AA: yes
AA: lets
CL: Taakee theem too thee deeiivcee II juust plaacee.
CL: IIt's caalleed aa laath.
CL: Puut thee doown iinsiidee.
CL: AAnd stiick thee caard iin.
CL: Teell eem wheen yoouu'ree doonee.
AA: okay your works done
AA: so whats this do exactly?
CL: Kaay,graab thaat baaby aand ruun oouutsiidee.
CL: Laateer.
CL: Weell.
CL: Sooooneer.
CL: Noow-iish.
CL: juust goo oouutsiidee.
AA: fine
CL: Seeee thee laargee ciircuulaar plaatfoorm II plaaceed?
CL: Seeee thee smaall ciircuulaar raaiiseed plaatfoorm coonneecteed too iit?
AA: yeah, and I;m sure you crushed something
AA: yes yes
CL: Puut thee dooweel theeree.
AA: okay...
AA: your vague commands are my law
AA: what now
CL: Waaiit.
CL: Woow.
CL: AA Draaiin.
AA: *facepalm*
AA: what?
CL: II eexpeecteed aa mooree graandiioosee D woord.
CL: Buut gooood eenoouugh II suuppoosee.
CL: Tryiing too thiink hoow wee geet yoouu iintoo thee meediiuum wiith thiis...
CL: IIT's raatheer laagee...
CL: II woondeer...
CL: Try juumpiing iin iit.
AA: what
CL: II saaiid.
CL: Try juumpiing iin iit.
AA: your just getting some kicks out of this arent you?
CL: Noo,IIf II wwaas geettiing kciiks oouut oof iit.
CL: II woouuld haavee toopld yoouu too siit oon yoouur beed.
CL: AAnd II woouuld aahvee throown yoouu iintoot eeh aaiir
CL: II aam seeriioouus riight noow.
AA: oh shit
AA: say
CL: Juump iintoo thee draaiin wee juust maadee froom aa puunch caard.
AA: how many more steps do we have here?
CL: Steeps?
CL: IIT leeds too aa staariiweell?
AA: yeah
CL: Hooly shiit.
CL: Whaat.
CL: OOkaay.
AA: ...
AA: wow
CL: Whaat?
CL: Whaats thee laand looook liikee?
AA: It's... not much
CL: ...
CL: Whaat doo yoouu meeaan?
AA: what?
AA: As in looking around right now I do not see much, my say do you follow?
CL: II guueess.
CL: IIf yoouu haad too deescriibee iit iin twoo woords.
CL: Whaat woouuld theeuuy bee?
CL: Laand oof X aand Y.
AA: let me get back to you on that... my sprite is trying to eat something that it really shouldnt be
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 02:00 --

A moment was given to wrangle the sprite back under control,and few more moments after that.After a few more moments,Mark decides it's time to pester her about it.

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 02:04 --
CL: Goot eeh spriitee siituuaatiioon uundeer coontrool?
AA: Yeah... he was trying to swallow that rock from before
CL: Huuh.
AA: I think he thought it was an egg
CL: ...
CL: Gooood loord.
CL: AAnywaa.
CL: Thee laand.
CL: Whaaddyaa seeee?
CL: AAny soouunds?
AA: yeah
AA: sounds like something big is going down
AA: strife comes to mind...
AA: bah
CL: AAh.
AA: and... water
CL: ...
AA: there's a lot of water around here like the place is flooded
CL: Hooly shiit.
AA: damn, whole place is soggy
CL: Laand oof Striifee aand Flooood.
AA: oh joy
CL: Twoo proobleems foor yoouu too suuss.
CL: OOr coontrool.
CL: II'm noot quuiitee suuree.
AA: well could be worse
CL: IIndeeeed.
AA: like clockwork and string
CL: EEHeeheeheeh
CL: Goot thaat ooff thee toop foo yoouur heeaad?
AA: no
AA: I kept it under my hat
CL: II sniickeereed.
CL: aanywaayleet's aalcheemiizee sooeem shiit.
CL: Whaat Striifee Speeciibii yoouu uusiing?
AA: Shovelkind
CL: Heeh,aaweesoomee.
CL: Leet's goo doo shiit too iit.
CL: Goo iinsiidee aand baack too thee laathee.
AA: heh
CL: AActuuaally.
CL: Wee maay neeeed too vsiitii thee cruuxtruudeer fiirst.
CL: Graab maaybee...
CL: Leet's saay,fiivee dooweels.
AA: Five?
AA: Fine
AA: SHIT
CL: OOh buuggeery.
CL: Whaat?
AA: I filled up my sylladex
AA: sent some of my shit flying but I lost the server disc
CL: OOh shiit...
CL: Wee'ree goonnaa neeeed too looook foor iit laateer.
CL: Buut foor noow,wee haavee tiimee too plaay aaroouund.
CL: Graab thee viitaal stuuff.
AA: I just hope none of this waer gets to it...
AA: okay fine
CL: AAnd whaateeveer cruuxiitee yoouu caan fiind.
CL: Froom whaat II'vee reeaad.
CL: AAlceehmiizaatiioon iis aaweesoomee.
CL: Yoouu goot eeveerythiing?
AA: Yeah
CL: Coooo'
AA: i've HAD everything while you were rambling
CL: Goo viisiit thee tooteem laat5hee noow.
AA: okay... back to this thing
CL: OOkaay,whaatchaa goot iiny oouur iinveentoory?
CL: AA huumblee shooveel?
AA: you got that right
CL: Coooo'
CL: Kaay,whaat eelsee?
CL: Tryiing too thiink whaat woouuld maakee sooeem cooool aalcheemiizaatiioons.
AA: your precious cruxite
CL: Thaat dooeesn't coouunt.
CL: AAny eeyeeweeaars?
AA: No
CL: AAny haandheeld meessaagiing deeviicees?
AA: but I know where to get some
CL: AAcctuuaally...
CL: Wee coouuld uusee thaat faancy haat.
AA: nothing besides this laptop
CL: hmmm...
AA: hey!
CL: Geet thee haat aand thee laaptoop.
AA: I dont have a backup hat
CL: Doon't woorry.
CL: IIT woon't deestrooy iit.
AA: Alright... so what do I do with my gavorite worldly possesions?
CL: Giivee mee aa seec.
CL: Nootees.
CL: II caan reemeebeer ooeen thiign ooff by heeaart.
AA: *rolls eyes*
CL: Looook aat theeiir coodees.
CL: Teehy'ree oont eeh baack oof yoouur syllaadeex caards.
CL: Theey'll bee iimpoortaant.
AA: oh
AA: alright then
AA: so what do these have to do with anything?
CL: Wee'ree gooiing too bee uusiing thee cruuxiitee dooweels.
CL: Thee AAleechmiiteer aand thee Tootmee laathee.
CL: Too/
CL: Thiis sii thee neeaat paart.
CL: Fuuckiing coombiinee theem.
CL: Puunch caard aalcheemy.
CL: Noow wiith coodees!
AA: combine my hat...
AA: with my laptop
CL: Yees.
CL: Haands freeee coompuutiing.
AA: *sighs*
AA: why not?
CL: Hoopeefuully.
AA: So now we have codes, dowels, and a bunch of fancy machinery
CL: Yees.
CL: AAuuuuuuggghhhh...
CL: My nooteesd aaree soo uuniintuuiitiivee.
CL: Why diid II noot thiink aaheeaad!?
AA: Because you probably thought this would be more dramatic
CL: Pooiint.
AA: ... nevermind
AA: anyways
CL: OOkaay.
CL: II'm aafriiaand II haavee too breeaak aan eeaarly proomiisee
CL: Wee'ree goonnaa haavee too puunch yoouur caards.
CL: Whiich wiill deestrooy thee iitmees iinsiidee.
CL: HOOWEEVEER!
AA: ...
CL: Thee tooteem laathee aand AAleechmiiteer caan leet uus reepoorduucee theem een maassee.
CL: AAs weell aas coombiinee aand baastaardiizr theem.
AA: ah, sounds like a good time
AA: so... as long as we have the code
AA: I can just remake my stuff?
CL: YEEs.
CL: Buut wee neeeed puuncheed caads aas weell.
CL: II caan't quuiitee reemeebeer hoow too coodee aalcheemiizee.
CL: OOr hoow iit woorks,foor thaat maatteer.
CL: Wee'll juust uusee gooood ool' faashiioon oopuunchiing.
CL: Soo,waatch oouut.
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Seeee thaat laargee deesk liikee oobjeect neext too yoouu?
AA: How can I miss it?
CL: Stiick thee caards foor thee haat aand thee laaptoop iint theeree.
CL: AAs weell aas thee shooveel.
AA: It's blocking Pops whiskey cabinet. Better hope he doesnt see that...
CL: AAnd sooeemthiign wee caan coombiinee iit wiith too maakee iit mooree coombaat eeffeectiivee.
CL: Giivee mee aa seec.
CL: OOh fuuck.
AA: what now
CL: Tuurn yoouu heeaad aaboouut 90 deegreeees.
AA: oh... shit
CL: OOh weell.
CL: Thee woorld eends soooon.
CL: Leet's geet oon wiith iit.
CL: AAnywaay,stiick thee caards iin thee puunch deesiigniix
AA: fine fine
AA: and if I lose any of this gear
AA: I will hunt you down adn gut you like a fish
CL: Yees yees...
AA: alright
AA: so we now ruined my favorite things
CL: Stiick 'eem iint eeh tooteem laathee.
AA: and pissed off pop, what else can we do for the greater good?
CL: Stiick 'eem iint eeh tooteem laathees iinpuut.
CL: Theen stiick aa dooweel oon wiith thee oonee puut iin.
AA: yeah i heard you the first time
CL: Thee reeplaacee wiith aanootheer caard aand reepeeaat
AA: okay... so we got some carved stuff
CL: Caaptchaalooguuee thee dooweels.
AA: and take them to the alchemiter?
CL: Whaat diid yoouu deeciidee too uusee foor shooveel uupgraadee?
CL: Yees.
AA: heh, starting to get the hang of this now
CL: OOkaay,stiick thee haat oonee oon thee baarby.
CL: AAnd twoo buuiild griist uuseed...
CL: AAnd noow.
CL: POOOOF! IInstaant haat!
AA: ... alright
CL: Caan bee reepliicaateed foor yoouur pleeaasuuree.
AA: when your right your right
CL: Noow reepeeaat wiith yoouur laaptoop.
CL: AAnd theen deeaal wiith oouur liittlee aagreessoors.
AA: little agressors?
CL: Yees.
AA: Oh
CL: Thee oonees weeaariing gaassmaasks.
AA: what the hell are those things?
CL: Whiilee hiissiing.
CL: IImps.
CL: Niickeel IImps.
CL: Yoouu kiill theem.
CL: AAnd theey prooduucee griisp.
CL: Whiich II uusee foor buuiildiing yoouur hoouusee uup.
CL: AAnd yoouu uusee foor aalcheemy.
AA: alright
AA: now we're getting to something I can understand
AA: that bastard has the disc!
CL: Kiillt eeh fuuckeer!
CL: Feeaast oon hiis blooood!
CL: Taakee whaat iis yoouurs!
AA: hah! those little bastards put up a bit of a fight
AA: But atleast they break into... gushers?
CL: Thaat's aa raatheer naasty bruuiisee oon yoouur aarm...
CL: Yees.
CL: Weell.
CL: Theey kiindaa reeseemblee theem doon't theey?
CL: Buut thaat's giirst,
CL: AAnd shaalee.
CL: Wee neeeed iit.
CL: Piick iit uup.
CL: OOH,aand yoouu haavee aaneew feeaatheer iin yoouur haat!
CL: Coongraatuuaaltiioons cliimbiing yoouur eehclaaddeer
AA: hah!
AA: So, we got grist, levels, and enemies
CL: Yeep./
AA: Now it's starting to look like a proper game
CL: Wee'ree iin aa miixtuuree beetweeeen siims gaameeplaay
CL: AAnd reeaal liifee.
CL: AAnd RPGS.
CL: Stiill looookiign uup my coombiiniing nootees.
CL: Buut leet's kiill sooeem baastaards.
AA: Dont have to tell me twice!
CL: Yoouu goot mee aand yoouur spriitee heelpiing yoouu iin coombaat.
AA: Yeah... he
AA: eats them
CL: EEHeeheeheeh
AA: I am really starting to like him
CL: AAweesoomee.
AA: Hehhehhehohshit
AA: what the thell is that big thing out there?
CL: AAn oogree.
CL: Staay aawaay froom iit tiill wee uupgraadee yoouur shooveel,kaay?
AA: o-kay...
AA: Yeah
AA: The big dumb brute seems preoccupied with something...
AA: So lets just fo the opposite direction at
CL: OOf coouursee.
AA: okay! new plan, run
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 02:33 --

Taking the time to search more thoroughly for his notes on combination alchemization,whilst cursing himself for not being more orderly.After a while,he finds them,and shouts to the heavens above about glorious success.He decides to check in on his friend and see what the situation is,and if he has to help her.

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 02:35 --
CL: Hooly shiit II foouund my nootees.
CL: Reeaad thiis laateer fii yoouu'ree stiill ruunniing.
AA: Holy shit he's trying ot beat me with a tree
CL: OOkaay.
CL: Geet iinsiidee.
CL: II'll deeaal wiith thiis.
CL: OOkaay.
AA: You better know what you're doing
CL: II aalwaays doo.
CL: Thee plaan iis foooolproooof.
AA: Really?
CL: Yees.
AA: Then why are you running it?
CL: Haa.
CL: OOkaay,
CL: Goo iin foor thee kiill.
AA: BAM!
CL: Woow.
CL: Yoouu ookaay doown theeree Claar?
AA: Good enough for now
CL: Yoouu seeeem too bee droowniing iin griist.
AA: yup
AA: so what we do with this stuff?
AA: Is ALL of it for building?
CL: Thee griist?
CL: Noo.
CL: Wee neeeed iit foor aalcheemiiziing.
CL: Whiich.
CL: II juust foouund oouut soomeethiing aaboouut,
CL: my nootees oon coombiiniign.
CL: Soo geet too thee aaleechmiiteer.
CL: AActuuaally.
CL: Tooteem laathee.
CL: OOkaay.
AA: Huh, so I just mess around with this?
CL: Kiindaa whaat thee whoolee gaamee iis aaboouut.
CL: Diickiing aaroouund tiill yoouu geegt too thee toop.;
CL: AAnd yoouu neeveer stoop.
CL: AAnywaay.
CL: Looook aat thee hoolees iin yoouur haat caard aand yoouur laaptoop caard.
CL: AAnd goot thaat?
CL: Cheeck thee coodee theey reesuult iin.
CL: EEnteer iintoo thee tooteem laathee.
CL: AAnd Vooiilaa.
AA: Okay
AA: Makes some sense
CL: Hoopeefuully wee'll geet sooeemthiign aaloong thee liinees oof aa coompuu-haat.
CL: Buut oonly tiimee wiill teell.
AA: Well, we only have time right now
AA: well
AA: we arent on any other secret time limit right?
CL: Noot thaat II knoow oof.
CL: Leet's buuiild foor aa biit shaall wee?
AA: Alright good
CL: Geet yoouu sooeem neew feeaatheers iin yoouur haat?
CL: OOkaay,II'll geet too woork.
AA: So I;lk get back to you in a sec then
CL: Kaay.
AA: Time to dramaticlyt mess around!
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 02:42 --
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] changed their mood to OFFLINE --

Satisfied with what's happened so far,Mark got to work building up Clarissa's house,using a combination of stairs and columns to build up a series of platforms that swiftly became infested with imps and ogres,who were just being a general nuisance.Grunting angrily at this,Mark began to throw objects at them at terminal velocities,so has to thin their herds slightly when Clarissa decided to ascend to the actual Land of her Land,rather than above it.

Zirat · Mar 20, 2011

As soon as she connected Clarissa had gotten hold of her Server player and they began going through the basics, starting with dumping a large machine right in the corner of her room, what few things were there. She groaned as he picked up a large rock, which was technicaly a keystone, and flung it against the top of the machine, popping the top off of it but inertia carried the rock further and through her wall. Expressing her feelings of that to Mark through their chat before noticing the small and quickly aggravating thing that seemed to hover around her. She tried to bat it away with a free hand as she continued to type to Mark, he said that it was her Sprite... and that it had to be fed or something in order to be her pet and ally. Seeing as he seemed to know all this weird stuff off the bat she decided to follow his directions, walking down to the kitchen where POP would certainly have kept the remains of the snake he beat to death with his pick.
And sure enough it was there on the stove, next to a simmering pot of a red substance with vegetables bobbing around in it, if those root vegetables knew what was in store for them those carrots would be screaming for them to be put out of their misery. But instead she grabbed the gnarled remains of the rattler and headed back up, and followed her directions to toss it to the Sprite, which suddenly seemed to split into two that shot into seperate directions leaving her with the image of a floating snake. SHe decided not to bring this up as if it was important Mark probably would have said something, he then dragged the gasmask off her shelf and inserter it onto the Sprite, which made it take a much more physical form. The large snake was now coiled on her floor, with a freakish gasmask instead of a head as a tongue started shooting out of an unseen hole to taste the air.

"... huh" was all she said to the abomination, it seemed to mentaly scar Mark so it was already winning points with her, speaking of him they then continued their conversation, and at the mention of a timer Clarisa consulted it on the Cruxtruder and reported her rapidly diminishing window of opportunity to get out of there. He laid down more equipment in equaly obstructive or annoying locations such as outside or in the 'dining' room and she proceeded to go about following the directions to help her escape the disconcerting and steadily growing light in the sky. Eventualy she managed to make the proper 'item' to transport her... somewhere. She had trouble keeping track of what Mark kept rambling about in some cases. But what popped up was a rather large... drain?
"What is this I dont even..." she said, taking out her laptop and confronting him about wheither or not he is messing with her. Aparently not, and she was supposed to leap down that thing. Looking up again she see's how a rather nast looking meteor has at this point broke through the cloud layer and was looking forward to meet her provided all the motivation she need as she quickly donned her hat yet again and cannonballed down into the depths of the drain, her Hellspawn-Sprite quickly following behind as she was transported to her new Land.

Traversing the rabbit hole so to speak she landed right side up in a strange new world. "Okay... this is a bit more then I expected from a new game" she said, and if her sprite had any comment it held it's tounge for now though it rattled it's tail nonncommitedly.

Whaats thee laand looook liikee?

He asked... and she looked. The first thing that she noticed was the real lack of scenery, her entire house was on a raised pillar of rocks and earth so she couldnt make much of the land from right here, she walked to the edge and looked down, by straining her vision she could see how everything seemed to be flooded, though it was difficult to tell but occaisonly something broke the surface of the stagnant water and went back down. She frowned at this and then she finaly noticed a sound that seemed to come from everywhere around her, like clashing weapons and yelling, she reported these findings to Mark, who dubbed the place The Land of Strife and Flood. She roaned but let him continue with his dramtic narration as he then contined to give her 'importatnt' orders.
Much more mishaps transpired from that point on, in which some battles were had, alchemetizing was explained, a server disc was lost and gained again, and teamwork betweens Server player, Hellspawn-Sprite, and actual player brought down a behemoth and echeladders were found.
Having had to disconnect from Mark due to his insitance of her making her laptop a punchcard she was now on silence until she came up with a form of hands free computing like he wanted, so without much ado she proceeded to try and get shit done in a timely fashion. She still needed to help Donnie with all the bullshit she just went through. "Well, atleast I wont be as vague as he was, eh?" She asked the SPrite, which just rattled at her in an agreeing manner, she then violently facepalmed because she just realized she was talking to a zombie snake.
This did not bode well for the future.

Link_to_Future · Mar 20, 2011

Donnie walked back towards the house from the docks, his package still in tow. That could have gone a lot better. There was only one thing that could soothe his nerves now.

He needed a ranting monologue.

?Faulty product? Faulty product? Why is this happening to me? I don?t have time for this crap tonight! Knowing my luck my brother is going to send me for a swim with a custom fitted pair of cement underwear. I don?t have any control over the quality. I?m just a damned delivery boy. I already spend a horrifying amount of time wandering dark streets perpetrating deeds of questionable legality. I don?t ask any questions beyond ?what time do I need to arrive?? or ?do I need to wear anything special so I stand out in the crowd?? I have been a model of obedience and efficiency ever since I began this line of work.

?So why did it have to be tonight? The one night where I actually felt like doing something outside of this? The one damn time that I wanted to just relax and play with my friends? Why does my world seem to be crumbling around me??

He looked up towards the SKY as he took a deep breath. The evening had taken on a very eerie RED GLOW but he was too irritated to actually register what all this might mean.

?It?s simple?I just have to steal the disks back. I will play tonight. It?s not my fucking fault he can?t keep his merchandise up to par. I?m going to play as soon as I can even if I have to kill myself trying.?

They would still be eating dinner now. If he played his cards correctly, the brother and his other wouldn?t even need to know he was home.

The gears in his head turned as he approached the house.

SamuelT · Mar 20, 2011

Amber's mouse sounded like a machine gun being fired at a mansion at a gang of seventeen green gansters, so fast were her clicks. After the frantic repairs she had done when the butler had initiated a STRIFE she was now trying to figure out what all of this was. Kegan was on the floor at the moment, slapping himself with a floppy broken hand for some reason, and not reacting to her chummings. She could see butler skulking around the mansion at the other side of the mansion, so she could stop monitoring the helpless Kegan.

She opened the deployment tab and saw that there were several more machines to be deployed. One looked like a podium with a strange symbol on it. Perfectly suited for a silly little jig. If only Kegan could be persuaded to something as silly. She manouvered the platform thing, okay the ALCHEMITER, into the room next to where Kegan was. She tried to move the TOTEM LATHE but her current funds of 8/20 GIRST weren't sufficient to move such a big contraption. The fancy card with holes in it, depicting a mirror for some reason, she put on top of the ALCHEMITER.

She saw that Kegan was still in his stupor, so she also took a look at the CHIMNEY THING, which was called the CRUXTRUDER when she scrolled over it. A whopping 100 GIRST was needed to move it, so it couldn't really be moved at the moment. She couldn't do anything with it, but suddenly remembered that Kegan tried to hit it with his PIMPSLAPPER or FOOLSLAPPER or WHATEVER YEEZ. Out of curiousity she lifted a solid wooden chair and bopped the top of the chimney with it. Her screen flashed white for a moment...

Zirat · Mar 20, 2011

As she was beating some of the imps away that seemed intent on trying to do her tear her a new one Clarisa started getting pestered by Mark again. "Well there's something that he and te imps have in common atleast" she said as she opened up a spare laptop she alchematized for simplicitys sake.

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 12:02 --
CL: Gooood neews!
CL: Foouund my nootees oon coombiinaatiioon aalceemy!
AA: oh goody
AA: So more notes for you to flutter around with
AA: Well, lay them on me
CL: Baasiicaally,puut thee puuncheed caards oon toop foo eeaach ootheer aand stiick 'eem iin thee LAAthee!
CL: AAloong wiith dooweel,oof coouursee.
CL: Theen taakee reesuultiing tooteem too aalcheemiitr.
CL: AAnd cheeck thee priicee.
CL: Wee haavee liikee,10 buuiild griist leeft.
CL: Soo wee maay noot bee aablee too aaffoord iit.
AA: Hmmm
CL: IIn thaat caasee,yoouu'll haavee too eexeecuutee mooree oof oouur liittlee aadveersaariiees.
AA: So time to take it out of some imp hides?
CL: Buut II haavee aa gooood feeeeliing aaboouut thiis.
CL: Yees!
-- creativeLoon [CL] changed their mood to SMOOTH --
AA: Good, those little bastards done seem to want to leave me alone
AA: I'll get right back to you then
CL: AAlsoo,yoouu maay waant too aavooiid my plaatfoorms II buuiilt foor yoouu.
CL: Theey seeeem too bee swaarmiing.
AA: Platforms?
CL: II'll doo my beest too coontiinuuee thiinniing theeiir nuumbeers aand geettiing yoouu griist.
AA: oh...
CL: Thee oonees II buuiilt.
CL: Heeiighteeneed yoouur hoouusee.
CL: AAs iit weeree.
AA: So why are you playing building blocks with my house?
CL: Thee oonees wiith aat leeaast 10 oogrees aand 200 iimps.
CL: OOh.
CL: Seeee thee gloowiing ciirclee?
CL: Thee thee gyroo skeetch-y paatteern?
AA: ,,, kinda
AA: what baout it?
CL: IIt's aa gaatee.
CL: AA kiindaa "Maagiic Poortaal"
CL: Too yoouur laand proopeer.
CL: IIt's oouur seecoond miissiioon iin gaamee.
CL: Fiirst beeiing geettiing yoouu iintoo thee meediiuum.
AA: And that was done with flying colors
CL: Soo yeeaah,uuntiil wee uupgraadee yoouur shooveel,aavooiid iit.
AA: Alright alright
AA: I guess you have a point there atleast
CL: AAnd wee aalsoo haavee too geet yoouu fuurtheer uup thee eechlaaddeer.
CL: Geet soomee niiceer feeaatheers iin yoouur caap.
AA: There can never be enough feathers can there?
CL: AAnywaay,oobtaaiineed thee tooteem siincee II raambliing?
CL: AAnd noo.
AA: Yup
CL: Weell...
CL: Thaat's noot striictly truuee.
CL: AAnd gooood.
CL: Taakee iit too thee aalcheemiiteer.
AA: kay
AA: And we just fire this thing up?
CL: Stiick iit oon thee thiingy.
CL: Yeep!
CL: Hoow muuch griist iit teelliing uus too geet?
AA: 8
CL: EExceelleent.
CL: Weell leet's geet iit oouut.
CL: Styliish haat && Laaptoop=...
CL: Thee Styliish haattoop!
CL: Noot quuiitee whaat wee waanteed thoouugh...
CL: Noot soo muuch "Haands freeee coompuutiing".
CL: AAs iit iis "Nooveelty coompuuteer".
CL: Buut oon thee briight siidee!
AA: Theres a brightside here?
CL: Wee caan noow cuut doown oon iiteems aand caards neeeedeed.
CL: Yoouu haavee aa coompuuteer aand aa haat iin oonee!
AA: well thats one way of looking at it
CL: II aassuumee yoouu haavee aa mooree neegaatiivee peerceeptiioon?
AA: You have to ask?
CL: pooiint.
AA: do try to keep up.
CL: LEEt's goo kiill soomee mooree biitchees theen.
AA: Good finaly something I can get behind here
CL: Wee'll haavee yoouu iin aa good-hooood iin noo tiimee!
AA: a what now?
CL: Diisreegaard.
CL: Leet's doo thiis shiit.

Looking down at the useless pile of slag Mark had her cook up she left it sitting on the platform, better to be using the basics then actualy getting seen in that ridiculous get-up. She proceeded to go on, beating the hissing imps well past and inch of their life as she went after their precious grist.
"His next notes better come up with something better then what he already has shared.... if it involves another goddam useless piece of equipment" she said as she knocked an Imp over and severed it's head by slamming the shovel on it's neck. "He'll get what's coming to him..."
Continuing on in this process she eventualy amassed a decent amount of grist, though the Imps seemed to be learning and had a habit of trying to back her into something and swarming her. Getting a few hits in but nothing serious enough to worry about her health phial.

Voukras · Mar 21, 2011

Damn Pesterchum. Can't a lad punish himself for his nonsense anymore?

-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 18:35 --
FA: ---O so uh you DONE already?
EM: NOPE.
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 18:35 --

Out of the cruxtruder a blue luminescent orb appeared ascended. Kegan gave it a moment's notice before resuming his brutal onslaught.

-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 18:36 --
FA: ---O KEGAN

FA: ---O STOP IT
EM: OKAY.
EM: I'm done now.
FA: ---O Jebus Kegan. THAT WAS stupid.
FA: ---O *JESUS
EM: Yes, that's why I needed to slap myself.
FA: ---O ...well that was STUPID as WELL
EM: Good point.
FA: ---O but okay youre DONE now
EM: Let me slap myself some more...
FA: ---O NO
FA: ---O NONONONONONONONONO
EM: Fine...
EM: So
EM: Does this annoying blue floating orb do anything?
FA: ---O make an ANNOYING SOUND

FA: ---O and uh..nothing more i guess?
FA: ---O you might wanna CHECK OUT the other machines i DROPPED
FA: ---O next room OVER
EM: I assume you did not break anymore floors or busts?
EM: PLEASE TELL ME IT IS SO.
FA: ---O no i did not

EM: Happy days and jubilation, I absolve all the mistakes of my good friend Amber and trust her with my life with gleeful cheer.
FA: ---O yay! :3
FA: ---O oh hey i looked THROUGH those GUIDES you MENTIONED a while back
EM: Good. This smartphone isn't so fast on the net part.
EM: Probably has something to do with being
EM: IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.
FA: ---O apparently that ORB THINGY is a KERNELSPRITE and we need to DROP STUFF in it :?
EM: Stuff?
EM: Just random stuff?
EM: How much stuff?
EM: What kind of stuff?
EM: To what ends?
EM: Doesn't it say?
FA: ---O uuh vague references to PROTOTYPING
EM: Jesus, what a shitty guide.
FA: ---O i dunno it just SAYS STUFF
EM: Hmm
EM: Well the closest thing is that Epicurus bust.
FA: ---O DONE
EM: Wait
EM: ...
FA: ---O :O
EM: I suddenly regret not learning greek.
EM: Excuse me for a moment.
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 18:44 --

The Kernelsprite had been prototyped with the EPICURUS BUST transforming it into the EpiSprite. This being seems more concerned with pondering the fuck out of the META-PHYSICAL and spouting greek philosophy all over the carpet. Kegan suddenly remembers something about IMPENDING DOOM.

-- exceptionallyMean [EM] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 18:47 --
EM: Fiddlesticks.
EM: I forgot that CL told me about a certain countdown
FA: ---O countdown? TO WHAT?
EM: To impending meteorite doom.
FA: ---O ...
FA: ---O what
FA: ---O you mean that clock ON THE cruxtruder?
EM: Yes.
EM: Why did I not remember this earlier? Damn, no time to slap myself.
EM: 2 minutes left.
EM: I'm so fucked.
FA: ---O uuh HURRY THEN
EM: DOING WHAT?
EM: I can't outrun the blast radius in 3 minutes.
FA: ---O THE GUIDE said that you need to get SOMETHING out of the CRUXTRUDER
EM: Great. A blue cylinder with no apparent use.
EM: Wait... now that I remember...
FA: ---O um is this really THE TIME to PONDER?
EM: the Totem Lathe had something that was supposed to be fitted with something like this cylinder
EM: perhaps to crush it, or...?
EM: Fuck. Yes, we'd better hurry.
EM: I prefer my atoms arranged as they are.
FA: ---O oh wait the GUIDE said something about this
FA: ---O TAKE the PREPUNCHED CARD i left on the ALCHEMITER with you
EM: Right.
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 18:54 --

Kegan captchalogues the Prepunched Card and the Cruxite Dowel. Something he has tried avoiding for a long time, but can no longer due to the Dowel being a tad bulky for sprinting, especially with a broken hand. He then dashes towards the stairway and heads for his room where the totem lathe was placed. Kegan places the Dowel and the card in the Totem Lathe and obtains a Carved Totem. IMPENDING METEORIC DOOM speeds Kegan along his way towards the Alchemiter. He quickly makes sense of how to utilize this Arcane Contraption and uses the captchalogued Carved Totem to create a Cruxite Mirror. Kegan is unsure of what to do with it. The meteor is literally seconds away from obliterating the mansion. FIDDLESTICKS. Kegan throws the mirror onto the ground with reckless imprudence in a show of disgust and anger at the whole situation. This is ridiculous.

The impact of the throw shatters the mirror....

One Seven One · Mar 22, 2011

A few hours passed after Neil had Contacted Jeffery, there was still quite some time left on the machine so he didn't have much to worry about, however, he DID worry, he had yet to hear from whomever was suppose to connect to him and he began to fear he may get caught up in whatever impending doom that was coming.
He had been sculpting this entire time to keep his mind off of all of that, afte all, if he was suppose to go through the "prototyping" of the "kernalsprite" then he had something in mind to toss in to it first..
He took a break from his sculpting to look outside, he couldn't see much in the sky except for few birds that started making a nest in the tree outside.
But that still didn't stop him from fearing for what was to come..

Link_to_Future · Mar 22, 2011

STRIFE!!

So much for stealth.

This was the only thought surging through Donnie's head as his body flew through the air. Say what he would about his brother but there was one undisputed fact.

The man kept his PIMP HAND strong.

His body crashed with a sickening thud into one of the many aquariums sitting around the house. The succubitch only smiled and watched, not intervening in the family business.

ARTICULATE!!

Donnie rose to his feet, calmly explaining the situation and asserting that none of this was his fault. For some extra emphasis, he lunged at his opponent with remarkable speed, swinging the hose behind him in preparation for a DEVASTATING ATTACK.

AUTO-PARRY: FISHY SITUATION!

And now Donnie's head was being held under the water of another aquarium. Several betas were staring at him inquisitively as though they were wondering why this odd creature was disturbing their nightly routine.

Well idiot, you never thought you'd die like this, eh? Drowned by your own brother over business differences. Wonderful.

In an attempt to keep living Donnie kicked his leg out, clocking succubitch square in the teeth. Older sibling was distracted. Younger sibling made his gasping departure, being sure the CAPTCHALOGUE the BETA DISK first.

Once in his room, he locked his door and collapsed in the corner. After the attempted fratricide it seemed like a breather was in order.

Zirat · Mar 24, 2011

Clarrisa was thinking about the proper ways to word this to Mark, she wasnt one to often find a way to soften words but when someone can completely wreck your shit when they get overlydramatic at the turn of bad news she decided to make a first attempt, perhaps she wo-
Oh, he's messaging her now, time to break it to him

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 16:34 --
CL: Coomee oon,huup huup,leet's aalcheemiizee yoouu aan uupgraadee aand geet yoouur shiit woorkiing.
CL: Thee plaatfoorms II buuiilt yoouu aaree swaarmiing,buut wee neeeed too cleeaar 'eem.
CL: Soo leet's geet thaat soorteed.
AA: How about... no
AA: You said I wasnt on a timer anymore, right?
CL: Weell,yees...
CL: Buut wee stiill neeeed too geet eeveerythiing soorteed
CL: Fiieery deeaath aadn doooom aand aall thaat...
AA: no
AA: exactly
CL: Whaat?
AA: Fiery death and doom, but not for me
CL: OOkaay...
AA: Im planning
AA: on taking care of it for someone who IS in that shit storm
CL: OOkaay...
CL: Weell,yoouu goot Sbuurb iinstaalleed riight?
CL: Doonniiee iis yoouur cliieent.
CL: Geet too woork looookiing aafteer hiim.
AA: That was the plan
AA: Good to know you didnt get all worked up over it
CL: II'll buuiild aa liittlee buunkeer aaroouund yoouu foor wheen yoouur seerveeriing.
CL: Why woouuld II geet woorkeed uup ooveer iit?
CL: Beecaauusee yoouur buuttfuuckiing my plaans?
CL: Noooooooooooooooo...
CL: OOf coouursee noot.
CL: Juust...
CL: Geet too woork.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 16:39 --

"Heh... think I may have broke his little heart" she said quietly and with a slight smirk, she was glad at how he took it, but just hoped he didnt sulk for long. And it's not like she did it just for shits and giggles, flaming rocks were falling from the sky last time she saw it and didnt want Donnie to suffer the consequences of Mark trying to launch her at mach 5 through the game, and in a rounndabout way she was helping him too. What was it he said?
Iiiif weee dooooont geeeettt moooovvinng, thiiiings staaarrrtttt diiiieeeennnggg
Or something like that, she didnt have a good habit of paying close attention to peoples words. She looked closely at the disc to examine it for a second. It was all scratched up from the imps handling it roughly when she lost it but she hoped it was still good for service, she popped it into thh drive and after some tense seconds passed a progress bar finaly popped up as it started installing itself.

Now if only AM would log on to Pesterchum she would stop being worried... and the sooner she got him Marks little chain would get going and maybe HE could get in to safety as well...
The VERY last thing she needed was a bunch of friends dead by falling space crap.

Heart of Darkness · Mar 26, 2011

Jeffrey's nap was terrible. Not only was he tormented by dreams of falling space crap, but the Blanchesprite just wouldn't stop her unintelligible muttering. She seems anxious about something, and her chattering just increased as time went on. He managed to fall asleep eventually, until...

-- artsyKid [AK] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 20:31 --
AK: Wakey wakey Jeffery, you have 45 minutes on the clock.
VP: -- zzzzz -]
AK: *Tosses pillow at you*
AK: Wake up!
VP: -- mmm -]
VP: -- jus' five more minuttes;;; -]
VP: -- zzzzz -]
AK: If we wait any longer you might get killed!
VP: -- zzzzz -]
AK: *Prepares to throw drawers*
VP: -- (OOC: Remember the pink flamingo umbrella) -]
AK: (OOC: Oh right, forgot. >.<)
VP: -- (OOC: 'Salright

-]
VP: -- zzzzz -]
AK: Hmmm, the drawers are too much.. *Wacks with pink flamingo umbrella*
VP: -- ACK! -]
VP: -- okay okay i'm up; -]
VP: -- stop drubbing me! -]
AK: Finally!
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to RANCOROUS --
VP: -- i still had fifteen minutes! -]
AK: *Stops wacking* Sorry, but it was your idea. >.>
VP: -- i know; -]
VP: -- but i still had fifteen minutes! -]
AK: Best not to take chanss with zis.
VP: -- okay, fine; -]
AK: For all we know zis could take longer to figure out.
VP: -- true; -]
AK: When you're safe you can sleep.
VP: -- and if it stops blanche's chatter i'll be happy; -]
AK: Hm?
VP: -- the sprite thing; -]
AK: Ah.
VP: -- it's been mumbling incoherently since it ate blanche; -]
AK: I guess we should figure out vut it's for first.
AK: It seems important.
VP: -- maybe; -]
VP: -- but that can wait until after we deal with the impending crisis; -]
AK: It reacts to items, do you want to throw something else into it?
AK: Vell, maybe it could help us.
VP: -- maybe later, when i'm not a charred mess; -]
AK: It's a part of all of zis after all.
VP: -- well, yeah; -]
VP: -- but mark said to throw something dead into it; -]
VP: -- i have nothing dead on me; -]
AK: Hmm...
VP: -- do NOT kill my aunt; -]
AK: I wasn't thinking of doing zat! But..
AK: Nah..
AK: It'd be a bad idea..
VP: -- D< -]
VP: -- anyway; -]
VP: -- did you talk to mark about the other two machine things; -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
AK: Not yet.
AK: However.
VP: -- hpwever what; -]
VP: -- *however -]
AK: I noticed something, a blue cylinder came out along with your Kernalsprite.
AK: It's still next to the machine.
VP: -- i noticed that two hours ago; -]
VP: -- is it important; -]
AK: I didn't it was obsucred for me I suppose; vell, it came out with zat yammering thing so...
AK: I suppose.
VP: -- so what's it do; -]
VP: -- any idea; -]
VP: -- it just seems like a worthless hunk of glass to me; -]
AK: Nope, my best guess is it has to do with the other machines.
VP: -- nothing beyond that, though; -]
AK: Nope.
VP: -- damn; -]
VP: -- can you deploy anything else; -]
VP: -- or is it just those three machines; -]
AK: Not yet, most of these other things are Qustion marks.
AK: Question*
VP: -- hmm; -]
VP: -- seems a little ridiculous to unlock things in a game that can manipulate physical objects; -]
VP: -- then again, what do i know; -]
AK: Very; I think zis would seem strange to pretty much anyone.
VP: -- try being on the receiving end of it; -]
AK: I hope I will soon enough, I've yet to be connected.
AK: And I may be on a shorter time than you.
VP: -- that's not good; -]
AK: Not at all..
VP: -- meteors? -]
AK: Probably, I get an eerie feeling when I look at the sky.
AK: It's too bright to see anything though.
VP: -- huh; -]
VP: -- anyway, not much you can do about that, though; -]
VP: -- i wish you luck in getting in; -]
AK: *Sigh* Guess not, thank you.
VP: -- anyway, let's get back to not getting me killed; -]
AK: Anyway, try using the blue thing with the thing I placed in your bathroom.
VP: -- the lathe thing? -]
AK: Yeah, the other thing seems too big for some small cylinder.

Jeffrey rubbed his head. Neil's drubbing left him with a mild headache, but Jeffrey had other things to focus on. Like not dying. Jeffrey went and found the CRUXITE DOWEL emitted from the CRUXTRUDER, and lugged it up to his bathroom, the BLANCHESPRITE muttering the entire time. Jeffrey looked over the TOTEM LATHE, trying to find a spot for the DOWEL, and eventually eyed the spot beneath the awl-thing.

VP: -- okay, i did it; -]
VP: -- the spot beneath the pointy thing was just big enough for the cylinder; -]
VP: -- but nothing happened; -]
AK: Hmm... vut do you suppose we do now?
VP: -- are you sure there's nothing else; -]
AK: I have no idea.
VP: -- check again; -]
AK: Vell, I looked through to see if we unlocked anything and
AK: I found zis thing.

Neil drops the PRE-PUNCHED CARD in front of Jeffrey.

VP: -- it's;;;a captchalogue card; -]
VP: -- with holes in it -]
AK: Why would it have holes?
VP: -- i don't know, but whatever's on it has been locked; -]
VP: -- i can't get at what's inside it; -]
VP: -- it looks like;;; -]
VP: -- a skull? -]
AK: Weird..
AK: Look at the machine, I see a few openings on it, maybe it has something to do with it?
VP: -- well, this one seems big enough for the card; -]
VP: -- huh; -]
VP: -- weird; -]
VP: -- something happened; -]
AK: The blue thingy is curvier now..
AK: Vut did zat accomplish?
VP: -- no clue; -]
VP: -- maybe it has something to do with the other machine; -]
AK: Eh, two machines down, one to go.
VP: -- fifteen minutes left; -]
AK: Hurry man, hurry!
VP: -- okay, out here with the telescope thing; -]
VP: -- then again, you probably already knew that; -]
AK: Heh.
AK: Vell, any ideas?
VP: -- not really; -]
AK: Hmm...
VP: -- maybe that platform has something to do with this; -]
VP: -- it looks big enough for this worthless hunk of glass; -]
AK: The smaller one?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- the one without the pattern thing; -]
AK: *Shrug* Put it on it and lets see if it reacts at all.
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- AUGH! -]
VP: -- what's happening?! -]
AK: Is zat.. a skull?
VP: -- there's more with it, though; -]
VP: -- AUGH; -]
VP: -- THERE IS A SKELETON EMERGING FROM MY BACKYARD; -]
AK: Bwhahaha! xD
AK:

AK: Kill it!

Jeffrey ducked behind his UMBER GREAT UMBRELLA as the skeleton ambled towards him. Honestly, this would have been so cool if it wasn't heppening to him.

VP: -- do umbrellas work against the umdead? -]
AK: I'll get your pink flamingo umbrella.
VP: -- thanks, man; -]
AK: No problem..

STRIFE! While Jeffrey lunged at the skeleton using his EBONY UMBRELLA, Neil began beating the thing down with THE PINK MENACE. The skeleton, being a weak construct of the game, eventually bowed before their combined might.

VP: -- alright, it's down; -]
VP: -- just the skulls left; -]
AK: Alas poor Yoric..
AK: Vell, now vut?
VP: -- i dunno; -]
VP: -- the meteors are still coming; -]
VP: -- five minutes, though; -]
AK: Do something with the skull, anything!
VP: -- like what?! -]
VP: -- this is stupid; -]
VP: -- i'm gonna die playing this stupid game! -]
VP: -- i didn't even want to do this in the first place! -]
AK: aise it to the heavens or someting
VP: -- that did nothing! -]
VP: -- god, i fucking hate this! -]

Out of frustration, Jeffrey spiked the skull into the ground. The impact shattered the bone into a thousand tiny fragments, and a bright white light emitted from the skull's impact. Just as the meteor began to bore down of Jeffrey's house, the white light engulfed the surrounding area, and transported Jeffrey and his house to a black and empty void: the medium.

VP: -- wait, what the hell just happened; -]
AK: I... don't know...
AK: All I saw was you about to get hit by a meteor..
AK: And now...
VP: -- nothing; -]
VP: -- on the bright side, i'm not a charred corpse; -]
AK: Vell zat
AK: Vell, zat's fortunate atleast.
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- but there's nothing else here; -]
VP: -- huh; -]
AK: Vell, there's your Kernalsprite.
VP: -- nope, she's still as talkative and unintelligle as ever; -]
AK: It reacted before, maybe we need to toss more into it?
VP: -- maybe; -]
AK: Something with less gibberish..
VP: -- but again, nothing dead; -]
VP: -- and nothing that's even remotely human; -]
VP: -- my driver update's almost done, though; -]
AK: We could also toss something not human or alive itno it..
VP: -- we could; -]
VP: -- but what; -]
AK: Statues?
VP: -- HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL -]
-- voidedParasol [VP] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
-- artsyKid [AK] began pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 21:06 --
AK:

-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering artsyKid [AK] at 21:07 --

Jeffrey dropped his laptop in surprise. As the driver update had finished, his laptop shook, and began to sprout teeth. Jeffrey had typed a quick message to Neil before it closed it's two halves together, and Jeffrey dashed as fast as he could into the house, and up the stairs to his aunt's room and, more importantly, her computer.

-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering artsyKid [AK] at 21:07 --
VP: -- what the hell was that; -]
VP: -- my laptop sprouted TEETH; -]
AK: The hell?!
AK: Is zat a part of zis or something?!
VP: -- i have no idea! -]
VP: -- all i know is that the update finished, and then -]
VP: -- CHOMP -]
VP: -- i nearly lost a hand -]
VP: -- *! -]
VP: -- *!!!!! -]
AK: Vell... maybe it's hungry??
VP: -- not funny; -]
VP: -- maybe we can feed it you later; -]
AK: Not trying to be, at zis point I'm willing to go with anyhting.
AK: Oh ha ha..
VP: -- anyway; i'm on my aunt's computer now, so if i'm going to go help amber, we need to get my laptop under control long enough for me to restrain it; -]
VP: -- disfigurement is about as high on my list today as dying; -]
AK: Gah...
AK: We need to figure zis out quick, who knows how much time she might have.
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- OH GOD I HEAR IT> -]
VP: -- MOVE THAT DRESSER IN FRONT OF THE DOOR; -]
AK: Okay!
VP: -- okay; -]
AK: I can see it gnawing on the other side of the door..
VP: -- we have some time to plan a plan -]
AK: Maybe we... fight it or something?..
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- but we need to do so without destroying it; -]
AK: Never heard of umbrellas destroying computers..
VP: -- if the same update thing happens with this computer, amber might die; -]
AK: Gah...
AK: If we make it through zis, we should probaly warn her before she does zis.
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- anyway, i'm gonna need to bait the infernal machine; -]
AK: With vut?
VP: -- myself; -]
AK: You are a brave man..
VP: -- it's the only thing that's gonna work; -]
VP: -- anyway, go get a few of those extra umbrellas out of my room; -]
AK: Alright.
AK: Anything else yo want?
VP: -- i'm thinking; -]
AK: you*
VP: -- okay, there MIGHT be some chains in that hallway closet over there; -]
AK: Okay.. might I ask WHY?
VP: -- you don't want to know; -]
VP: -- trust me on this one; -]
AK: ....
AK: Here's you chains. >.>
AK: your*
VP: -- thanks; -]
VP: -- alright, here's the plan; -]
VP: -- when you remove the dresser from the doorway; -]
VP: -- try to position the umbrellas between the two halves of my laptop; -]
VP: -- that should give me enough time to get these chains around the top screen; -]
AK: Alright, might want to take the big pink umbrella to defend yourself with.
AK: Just incase.
VP: -- i already have my other two umbrellas; -]
VP: -- the pnk one's a cheap piece of crap, to be honest; -]
VP: -- i just like it for its novelty; -]
AK: Heh, alright. Just say the work and I'll move the dresser.
VP: -- okay;;; -]
VP: -- NOW! -]

Neil moved the dresser away from the door. As soon as he did, Jeffrey jumped back, and moved his arms into a fighting stance. The laptop inched closer, thrilled that it had cornered its meal. Neil prepared an umbrella to stop the laptop's jaws, and all that they needed was the attack.

VP: -- wait for the lunge;;; -]
AK: Yah!
AK: Now!
VP: -- hah! -]

The infernal machine lunged. As Jeffrey prepared for the impact and vicious fangs, Neil shoved the umbrella into the computer's waiting maw. Confused, the laptop fell to the ground, and Jeffrey leaped on top of it, wrestling the chains into the laptop's mouth. He was successful, and he used the chains to pull the laptop's two jaws apart.

VP: -- okay, got it! -]
AK: Zat worked ahaha!
VP: -- yeah! -]
VP: -- now go see if there are any nails and a hammer in my garage; -]
VP: -- i need to get this chain nailed to the wall; -]
AK: Alright.
AK: Here you go.
VP: -- thanks; -]
VP: -- i should at least be able to use this to save amber from the rain of death; -]
AK: Alright, I'll leave you to zat then.
VP: -- although i should start using my aunt's computer more often now for talking to others; -]
VP: -- anyway, thanks man; -]
AK: Warn her and anyone else about possible murderous computers..
VP: -- yeah; -]
AK: See ya, and good luck.
VP: -- you too; -]
-- artsyKid [AK] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 21:21 --

Jeffrey finished nailing the chains to the wall. The demon computer would still be usable, and it looked like it had finished installing the SBURB BETA during the commotion, anyway. He needed to talk to Amber and get her in, and he resolved to get Neil in as well in case his server player couldn't get to him in time. He re-equipped THE PINK MENACE to his sylladex, and began searching for some sort of portable computing device.

Link_to_Future · Mar 26, 2011

Donnie staggered over to his computer and inserted the first disk. This would be his CLIENT DISK. He still wasn?t entirely sure what the difference between the two were but he didn?t much care at this point. Having his ass handed to him on a repeated basis this evening had pretty thoroughly killed off his ability to give a shit.

Oh, who?s pestering him now? Clarisa? What would she want now?

-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] began pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 19:40 --
AA: DONNIE!
AA: About damn time I caught you on
AM: hey clarisa

AM: whats happening?

AA: shit is going down
AA: have you seen all the space shit raining down?
AM: space shit? is that why the sky is red? O_O
AA: yeah
AM: oh fuck o.o
AA: I already had an really close encounter with one...
AA: but thats not important now
AM: so...erm...should i get to hiding? o_o
AA: what IS
AA: No, well kinda...
AA: if we get this game working it teleports you and your house somewhere safe...
AA: or some cosmic thing like that
AA: I dont know, Mark started rambling and I couldnt pay attention
AM: that seems...odd >.>
AM: oh well im installing it now finally. ^_^
AA: GREAT!
AA: But...
AA: as soon as you install that game it seems one of those bad boys lock onto your house
AM: :/
AA: Yeah...
AA: but thats where I come in!
AM: will you save me godqueen? XP
AA: Hmm...
AA: Yes, I think I can find it in my current position to spare you the space rapture
AA: You amuse me enough
AM: your generosity knows no bounds and i praise you for it each day ^_^
AA: Hey, and dont you forget it!
AM: alright, done downloading. what now?

AA: You just have to select me from the list of server players now
AA: And then...
AA: *puts on sunglasses*
AA: Get ready to see some serious shit
AM: oh, i am prepped for this shit. i am readying for the happenings >.>

Donnie was doing his absolute best to stay calm and confident. Clarisa?s news and plan had quite frankly scared the everliving crap out of him. Who could have known that SBURB would actually be the key to his SURVIVAL? This was all a very terrifying concept that Donnie did not feel like dealing with at all in the midst of the terrible day he was having.

After finishing with the installation Donnie added the wilderness girl as his server player and braced himself for any possible wacky shenanigans.

AM: alright, selected you. can you see me?

AA: Heh... I could always see you.
AM: thats not creepy in any way shape or form >.<
AA: Good to know
AA: And now that we're all settled in time to lay down some equipment
AM: uhh..ok? o.o
AA: Uh... okay, these controls are kind of weird...
AA: But dont worry, I plan to keep all this stuff on one floor
AM: gah why is shit flying around my room? X_X
AA: This is the... uh
AA: shit what was it called
AA: Cruisetrader?
AA: Something like that, but...
AA: Oh, there goes your bed...
AM: but i sleep on that :/
AM: sad day X(
AA: Well you wont want to be sleeping in one place once the imps come in!
AA: But we're getting ahead of ourselves
AM: imps too? what have i signed up for? o.o
AA: I have no idea
AM: anyway, what am i supposed to do with the tom crusinator or whatever the fuck its called? >.<
AA: This is the... interesting part
AA: Just let me click on a broken chunk of bed and break off the top...
AA: SHIT
AM: O_O

Before Donnie could react the remains of his headboard took a fancy to its namesake. Donnie took a face-full of entropic bedtime fixtures before he even had time to process what was happening. The young musician was staggered by the sudden cranial impact.

AA: sorry, didnt mean to hit you with that....
AM: my...world is spinnniinng @_@
AA: Just walk it off
AA: It's not like I could've hurt anyhting in your head
AM: aliriht i guucses x.x
AA: Okay... no need to be overdramtic. I just got a industrial dose of that
AA: Now that little orb of light buzzing around you?
AA: That isnt a halucination, its your new pet to help ou out
AM: thats not a hallicination?

AA: Nope!
AM: color me shocked >.<
AA: That annoying orb is something you need to feed right now
AM: what does it eat?

AA: Uhh... just about anything really
AA: I was told it liked dead things
AA: I gave mine a dead rattlesnake
AM: hmm...dead things... :3
AM: well, i did forget to feed my goldfish today >.<
AA: Well I dont think it has to be dead
AA: Awww....
AA: But thats perfect!
AA: Pick it up and toss it in!
AM: well alright!

A look of horror spread over Donnie?s face as the sprite took on a particularly fishy form. He had no clue that feeding the shiny thing his brother?s gift would actually transform it INTO THE FISH. A single tear rolled down his face as he stared into the COLD UNBLINKING EYES. The eyes that pierced his soul, longing coldly only for one thing.

The fish food.

Oh sweet zombie jegus.

AM: holy shit oh my god now it looks like my goldfish :/
AA: Yeah thats kinda the point
AA: Now aparently you need to toss a second thing in there to make it less stupid
AA: And more combat capeable
AA: I mean, the things supposed to help yo fight
AM: and less fishy? >.<
AA: exactly!
AM: good, ill get right on that %_%
AA: Unless you just want it blinking at them menacingly
AM: yeah, nothing id like more than for it to goldfish crap to death >.>
AM: that sounds like a terrific plan XP
AA: Bluh
AA: Anyways, while you work on that let me lay down some more equipment
AA: SON OF A FUCK
AA: okay...
AA: remember when I said I wanted all of your equipment on te same floor?
AM: oh no... >.<
AA: Uh... yeah, I think this lathe thing just fell into your kitchen...
AA: You a weak house man
AA: gotta do something about that
AM: not a fan of the kitchen right now...some sibling rivalry shit going down in that direction :/
AA: oh...
AA: huh
AA: Well, I think I can make a distraction when that happens
AM: this could get exciting

AA: then this games doing it's job!
AA: So tell me hows work on getting that second meal for the sprite?
AM: well all ive got is this life sized statue of my dad. does that work?

AA: a life sized statue...
AA: of your dad
AM: its better not to ask >.<

Donnie was standing before the statue of his father. The kingpin of all the operations in his life. Everyone ultimately answered to his father.

Donnie ran the deliveries for him, just as his brother had before him. Maybe one day if he got his life in order he would have as much control over the ?legitimate? business ventures as his brother did now.

Actually, that wasn?t going to matter anymore. The world was getting destroyed all around him apparently. He pushed the statue with all his might into the sprite.

AA: *rubs temples*
AA: okay
AM: my family is kinda...unusual -.-
AA: well, all of us are that way
AA: atleast your not treasure hunting...
AA: but yeah, toss it in and say hello to Fish Dad!

Well that wasn?t really any better. Now he had the judgmental face of his father staring at him. And it had gills.

The?HORROR!!

AM: sweet zombie jegus!
AM: erm...jesus >.<
AA: ...
AM: that is the most terrifying thing ive ever seen @_@
AA: wow
AA: As bad as zombie gasmask rattlesnaek?
AM: well, i havent seen that firsthand. sounds pretty bad though XP
AA: heh, well the grass is always greener with someone elses abomination
AA: but enough about that, these guys are kinda quiet so far so dont worry about him and his parental... stare
AM: i suppose >.<
AA: yeah, that thing is kinda weirding me out now
AM: lets...lets just move on x-x
AA: okay, now back to business
AA: yeah...
AA: now go back to the tomphson thing I crushed your bed with
AA: See that blue thing that shot out?
AM: yes maam?

AA: now take it!
AA: We're going to need it to make your thing
AA: OH WAIT
AA: While here
AA: whats hte timer on that large machine say?
AM: uhh...6:12 :3
AA: huh...
AA: okay!
AA: Lets not worry about that for now
AM: should i be scared of that? O,o
AA: Yes
AA: But only if you think about it too hard
AA: But we're in luck since that doesnt seem to be your strongsuit
AM: did i mention how kind and friendly i think you are? >.<
AA: so now... it's time to go down into the front
AA: Come on, its part of my charm
AA: Besides, i was kidding.
AM: so was i XP
AA: great news!
AM: alright, so now what? :3
AA: Remember that thing that fell into your kitchen?
AM: i do >.<
AA: Its called a brash or something... lathe?
AA: Either way, thats what the blue thingy is for
AM: ok what do i do with it? its kinda weird

AA: WEll theres this free card attatched to the machine, right?
AA: You plug that card into the slot
AA: Attatch that blue thingy to the needles
AM: oooh high tech X_X
AA: And then it's carved into a handy thing to turn into your... well, exit item
AA: Huh
AA: Well ready to do that?
AM: yeah, everything is in place and its doing...something ?_?
AM: spinning yay! XP
AA: You get that done and avoid whatever problem your talking about whil e I set down the last dealy
AA: spinnings good!
AM: well my brother isnt in here so far so thats good ^_^
AA: uh... why the hell do you have so many aquariums?
AA: I just crushed five laying down this platform
AM: could you crush a couple more for me actually?

AA: my plesaure!
AM: yay!! XP
AA: Sensless distruction is my bag man!
AM: and you truly are the queen of it!

AM: ok, a ball and some pins just appeared :/
AA: ... huh
AM: it looks like some sort of carnival game or something @_@
AA: Well dont worry about that for now
AA: So we now have the alchemiter in place
AA: Your... blue thing lathed up
AA: Time to get you the hell out
AM: yeah i guess #_#
AM: wow there was shaking outside !_!
AA: Now put that blue pillar on your alchemiter press a few buttons... and bam!
AA: Instant access to a horrible limbo!
AA: oh... shit
AA: okay
AA: dont worry
AA: it's not like you have anything to worry about, you have me on the case!
AA: So you said it was a ball and some pins?
AM: going to that appleimizer thing! posthaste! @_@
AA: Good!
AA: Let me know when it turns on! I'm just... gonna check the timer
AM: yeah, it was on the card. do i plug it in here?

AA: Well you dont need the card
AM: no wait wow. i put the thing on here :/
AA: You took the pillar right?
AM: yeah i have it here. this is all so confusing $_$
AM: i put that on here? *_*
AA: okay there should be a smaller platform next to the main thing
AA: It has all the buttons on it
AM: alright i see (^_^)
AA: perfect
AA: now they should just be there on the main platform ready for use...
AA: Mine was a drain for some reason...
AM: holy carp that ball and pin thing became real O_O
AA: Thats the way alchemtizationizing crap works!
AM: mind=blown x.x
AA: Yeah... now unless you want to explode along with your house lets find a way to get that working...
AA: um
AA: go for a strike?
AM: this is happening!

AM: where doing it man! ^_^

Donnie was now faced with a bowling alley-style configuration. This was fantastic news! Donnie was always amazing at bowling!

Oh wait nevermind he?s always sucked at bowling. The ball rolled along and missed all but one single pin.

x4 Facepalm Combo!!

AM: aaaaand...i suck at this

AA: *head desk*
AA: okay... lets try this again
AA: and if you do not make it this time...
AM: one more shot i can do it! >.<
AM: BOOM! XD

He took a deep breath and threw another shot. This time was a brilliant success.

AA: YES!
AA: And now... the fade to black
AM: holy shit oh my god %_%
AM: where the hell am i?

AA: Not dead!
AA: And thats a good start!
AM: im a fan of being not dead ;P
AA: I know I am
AM: but that still doesnt really narrow down my position >.<
AA: Well
AA: You arent dead
AA: Lets go from there
AA: You and your house are now... somewhere else
AM: the first order of business in this somewhere else will be to dance a celebratory jig! ^_^
AA: Oh god...
AA: that is both horrifying as it is mesmerizing
AM: you love my moves. dont lie XP
AA: it's like a train wreck... I cant
AA: look
AA: away
AM: its freeform poetry in motion. you only wish you could experience it more ^_^
AA: *slaps self*
AA: Well, I think I can get the same result from bashing my head against a wall
AA: But now it seems like you have an audience. Turn around
AM: oh...hi thar mr whatever the hell you are... >.>
AM: im guessing he isnt friendly? :/
AA: Well, judging by it's angry hissing and large blinking eyes boring into you...
AA: I'd say no
AA: Lay into them with... what the hell do you use to beat things up wiht?
AM: hehe...youre gonna like this XP
AM: watch my mastery of GARDENHOSEKIND!! XD
AA: your fucking with me
AM: i actually wish i was >.<
AM: brb i have some doods to kills XP
AA: Well thisll be a laugh

STRIFE!!

Donnie casually swung his garden hose behind him as he was approached by his first imp. A cocky smile spread over his face. Time to impress his lady friend with some badass shit.

Be interrupted by an extremely rude punch to the face.

This interruption is a wild success. Donnie was laid flat before he really had a chance to initial his amazing attack. That was not how he imagined this exchange would go down.

ACCELERATE!!

Donnie seemingly disappeared from before his foe. His time working and sparring with his sibling had taught him that speed was absolutely paramount to his success. The imp seemed distraught by his inability to keep up with this display of athleticism. This we should not abide.

ARTICULATE!!

Donnie articulated his displeasure with the imp?s foul play through use of sharp raps with the garden hose. The poor creature didn?t last long under the powerful strokes of rubbery destruction. He exploded into a colorful array of fruity snacks.

AM: well...not an optimal weapon but it doesnt do too bad against these guys ^_^
AM: he clocked me pretty good there though :'(
AA: Hmm... you're quite grazeful with that thing
AA: Not as direct sa I like it with my shovel but gets the job done
AA: Now see all those gushers they dropped?
AM: do i eat them?

AA: I wish
AA: No, you touch them and suddenlt they go somewhere else
AA: I use the big blue ones to build crap
AM: oh right were in a video game >.<
AA: While the others one YOU use for making weapons and clothes and stuff
AM: id forgotten amidst all the 'fighting for my life' XP
AA: Oh but you came out just fine!
AA: No need to be a drama queen
AA: You got me backing you!
AA: What can go wrong?
AM: im not sure if i should feel safer now or not XP
AA: you take outta that what you get...
AM: >.>
AM: anyway, where am i gonna go to make the weapons?

AA: oh... heres where it gets fun fun fun
AA: All of this is based around, get ready, the futuristic tech of...
AA: PUNCH CARDS!
AM: FUCK YEAH!!!! >.<
AA: pretty much my reaction...
AM: i thought this game was the way of the future...why the hell would they implement punch cards? @_@
AA: Though those punks werent really enough to get any good amount of gushers
AA: Because the process is so ass backwards it lengthens everything out!
AM: are you telling me they padded the gameplay in my life-saving stronghold? O_O
AA: yeah
AA: It's STILL a game
AM: typical XP
AA: So in the mean time, lets bash teh crap out of more imps!
AA: Then I can start building your house into the sky
AM: sounds like a plan >XD
AA: To reach some tiny vague dot portal thing
AM: erm...ok sure. not even gonna question it at this point >.<
AA: ... beyond that I got nothing, I'm where your at!
AA: it really helps if you dont
AM: alright, im gonna beat some imps with a hose

AM: wow never thought id say that >.>
AA: Yeah, you'll do a lot of things you thought you'd never do aparently
AM: this should be exciting ^_^
AM: get back to you soon, kay?

AA: Sounds good
AA: I'll just keep building you up...
AA: In the meantime get some alchemy weapon ideas!
AA: You're gonna need em
-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] ceased pestering apatheticMuse [AM] at 20:46 --

With that, Donnie brandished his hose again. Time to build up his grist levels just a little bit more.

SamuelT · Mar 26, 2011

<spoiler=View Pesterlog>-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:33 --
VP: -- amber; -]
FA: ---O oh heeey
VP: -- my drivers finally updated; -]
FA: ---O whoop!
VP: -- and then my laptop attacked me; -]
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O how did it DO THAT?
VP: -- i have no idea; -]
FA: ---O no i mean SERIOUSLY
FA: ---O what did it ATTACK with? ads?
VP: -- well; -]
VP: -- it came to life; -]
VP: -- and sprouted fangs; -]
FA: ---O :O
VP: -- and tried to eat my hands; -]
FA: ---O ummm. okay?
FA: ---O and how ARE YOU typing now then?
VP: -- so;;; -]
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- i'm on my aunt's computer; -]
FA: ---O oh okay
VP: -- but i have the laptop restrained; -]
VP: -- the restraints should last long enough for me to save you from the falling space crap; -]
FA: ---O oh yeah FORGOT about that...
VP: -- anyway; -]
FA: ---O KEGAN has made it into....WHATEVER PLACE he is in now.
VP: -- okay, good; -]
VP: -- that's what i was about to ask; -]
VP: -- i'm in;;;wherever, too; -]
FA: ---O hee

FA: ---O man this game is WEIRD
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- you ready for me to save you from the meteors; -]
FA: ---O oh my! my own personal HERO

VP: -- hush; -]
VP: -- it was a yes or no answer; -]
VP: -- a yes, right; -]
FA: ---O yusss
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- to the deathtop! -]
FA: ---O AWAY!
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:37 --

Amber sat for a moment, casually browsing her INTERNET HALLWAY and looking through some of her favourite homepages. She saw an AWESOME APPLICATION for durable rocks that may or may not involve using her BATKIND with them. She decided to captchalogue her namesake; a small hunk of AMBER. She frowned as she noticed only one FREE CARD was left.

Ooh. Shiney chums.

<spoiler=View Pesterlog>
-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:37 --
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- it's installed and ready to go; -]
VP: -- so that's what you look like;;; -]
FA: ---O bluuuh INVISIBLE CAMERAS

VP: -- 9;9 -]
VP: -- okay, now how do i do this thing;;; -]
FA: ---O so uh..please be CAREFUL with what you drop
VP: -- look behind you; -]
FA: ---O oh wow
VP: -- i'm just moving your dresser don't freak out; -]
FA: ---O I AM NOT
VP: -- sure; -]
VP: -- anyway, we need space for these machines; -]
VP: -- any place you want them; -]
FA: ---O okaay i guess...LIVING ROOM?
VP: -- okay; -]
FA: ---O oh wait
FA: ---O is my MUM there?
VP: -- i don't see her there; -]
FA: ---O okay good
VP: -- not like it matters; -]
VP: -- i already put the chimney thing down there anyway; -]
FA: ---O OKAY
VP: -- the;;; -]
VP: -- cruxtruder thing; -]
FA: ---O hee! silly NAMES
VP: -- who came up with these names anyway; -]
FA: ---O some weirdo in his BEDROOM i guess
VP: -- i'd say; -]
FA: ---O so uh WHAT does the TIMER say?
VP: -- the timers not on yet; -]
FA: ---O oh phew
VP: -- not until we open it; -]
FA: ---O oh wait

VP: -- but first let's get these other machines down; -]
FA: ---O i have no SMARTPHONE or WHATEVER
FA: ---O can you drop them up HERE?
VP: -- okay; -]
FA: ---O thanks

VP: -- there goes the dresser; -]
VP: -- and here's the lathe thing; -]
FA: ---O heh it doesnt make the room MESSIER
FA: ---O okay i guess ill get a CYLINDER THING?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- but first, the telescope thing;' -]
VP: -- it doesn't seem to want to fit in your bedroom; -]
FA: ---O bluh drop it in the HALLWAY then
VP: -- nope, still nothing; -]
VP: -- maybe if i made it bigger;;; -]
FA: ---O yeez..
VP: -- whoops -]
FA: ---O :|
FA: ---O WHY THE WHOOPS?
VP: -- you were planning to use the toilet anytime soon, were you; -]
FA: ---O ...
VP: -- sorry; -]
FA: ---O can you FIX it?
VP: -- i don't think so, no; -]
VP: -- i'm still getting used to these controls; -]
FA: ---O

FA: ---O oh well WE WILL FIX it later then
VP: -- and revising, or whatever it's called, only made the hole go away; -]
FA: ---O hee! lets worry about the TOILET after the METEOR kay?
VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- the telescope doesn't seem to want to go inside any buildings; -]
VP: -- so i'm going to add a patio to your room; -]
FA: ---O

VP: -- whoops; -]
VP: -- did you need that wall; -]
FA: ---O OH MAN
FA: ---O MY ROCKS
VP: -- sorry! -]
VP: -- anyway, here's the telescope thingy; -]
FA: ---O OKAY
FA: ---O so now one of those blue THINGIES?
VP: -- yeah; -]
FA: ---O okay brb
-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering voidedParasol [VP] at 23:48 --

She descended the stairs, casually this time as there may have been onlookers, and entered her living room. The FANCY SALOON TABLE in the center of the room was crushed beneath the massive CHIMNEY THING. Amber shrugged as she climbed the great contraption and tried to get the lid off. Kegan hadn't been lying; the thing really was on tight. She equipped her CRICKET BAT and tried to smack the thing, but to no avail. She saw her BAT move slightly, and tried hitting it again. With their powers combined, Amber and Jeffrey got the thing off.

<color=Green>SWEET TEAMWORK, BRO

Amber saw a blue CYLINDER jump out of the top and moments after a GIANT BALL THING. It immediately started making a horrible noise. Amber quickly captchalogued the CYLINDER, sacrificing her last card to it, and went upstairs again. Smoothly.

<spoiler=View Pesterlog>-- voidedParasol [VP] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 23:48 --
FA: ---O man this BALL THING makes a really ANNOYING SOUND
FA: ---O but i got a BLUE CYLINDER with me
VP: -- yeah, mine did that, too; -]
VP: -- okay, take it up to the lathe; -]
VP: -- you'll need this thing, too; -]
FA: ---O ooh a CARD?
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- you need it for the lathe; -]
FA: ---O oh wait this is ONE OF THOSE prepunched ones...
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- can you see anything in it; -]
FA: ---O umm
FA: ---O kinda hard to MAKE OUT with all those HOLES
FA: ---O but it LOOKS LIKE a....
FA: ---O stack of WOODEN PLANKS?
FA: ---O :S
VP: -- that's;;; -]
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- what; -]
FA: ---O yeah i DUNNO
FA: ---O like those things in those STUPID MARTIAL ART films
VP: -- oh, okay; -]
FA: ---O so jam the BLUE THING here and PREPUNCHED here right?
VP: -- yeah; -]
FA: ---O looks all WOBBLY now
VP: -- mine did, too; -]
VP: -- but yours is a different shape; -]
FA: ---O what did YOURS make?
FA: ---O KEGAN had a MIRROR
VP: -- it was a skull; -]
VP: -- and it attacked me; -]
FA: ---O oh yeez YOU seem to have that PROBLEM

VP: -- i do ,don't i; -]
VP: -- it wasn't that bad, though; -]
VP: -- not as bad as this damn machine; -]
FA: ---O did your UMBRELLA KIND beat it into SUBMISSION? >.<
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- me and neil beat the life out of it again; -]
FA: ---O oh you have NEIL?
FA: ---O he mentioned he was PLAYING
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- he helped me get in; -]
VP: -- but he hasn't heard from his server player yet; -]
FA: ---O aw
FA: ---O HOPES he does SOON
VP: -- so do i; -]
VP: -- although if he doesn't hear from anyone, i'll see if i can't get in him; -]
FA: ---O wait...how long do i STILL HAVE? 0_0
VP: -- uh;;; -]
VP: -- eight minutes? -]
FA: ---O hum
FA: ---O lets HURRY this up
VP: -- yeah; -]
VP: -- take the glass thing to the telescope; -]
VP: -- oh, yeah, you're right there anyway; -]
FA: ---O yeah

VP: -- okay; -]
VP: -- see the small pedestal; -]
FA: ---O oh YEAH! the wobbly thing went on THAT
VP: -- yeah; -]
FA: ---O okay going to do that NOW
VP: -- hurry; -]
VP: -- also, i don't know how much longer i have here; -]
VP: -- my laptop's starting to struggle more; -]
FA: ---O um so what should I DO with this STACK?
VP: -- uh; -]
VP: -- no idea; -]
FA: ---O :|
VP: -- nothing happened for me until i spiked the skull into the ground; -]
FA: ---O spiked it into the GROUND?
FA: ---O so should I JUST throw it on the GROUND or WHAT?
FA: ---O ...hellooooo?
-- voidedParasol [VP] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 00:00 --
FA: ---O um
FA: ---O crap

With a grimace she jumped from her computer. The FLOATING BALL beside her began to shake even faster and the grating sound was becoming painful. She THREW her JUMBLED PACK OF CARDS at it, but it hit the wall and made it explode all across the room. She yelped and went to gather them again. The Queen of Spades however, neatly floated in a zig-zag pattern into the KERNELSPRITE. The ball absorbed the card and was transformed into a QUEENSPRITE. Amber huffed and quickly Captchalogued the UNCOMPLETE DECK OF JUMBLED CARDS again.

Remembering the guides open on her computer, she sought for a second for an object to discard. Not wanting to spend any more time at this, she lobbed the piece of amber into the QUEENSPRITE, making it the AMBERQUEENSPRITE. Dissapointed that it did not become her in a royal outfit, Amber turned her back on it.

She looked at the freshly alchemised stack of wooden planks, all neatly seperated by a brick. This was sooooo stupid. But the sight of a small dot from up high bearing down on her made her edge closer to the stack and channel her inner muscle-bound meathead. Then she decided not to be stupid and just use her bat. Breathing hard, she smacked the slightly glowing planks and they gave away like they were paper. Suddenly everything around her went gray...

i don't know · Mar 27, 2011

(Earlier than the current events)

The coast seems to be clear. Grans went back to sleep. Time to get back into your room Derek.

Derek walks to his room and notices that his barricade was chopped in half. You really liked that sofa dammit! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT CRYING! Good job...about not crying. Time to see if Donnie will be your server player.

TT : Hey DOnnie
AM :hey derek whats up? XP
19:45 TT : my grandma
19:46 AM :

19:46 TT : and an axe
19:46 AM :O_O
19:46 TT : dont ask
19:46 TT : I was wondering
19:46 TT : do you have a client yet?
19:46 TT : or Sburb for that matter
19:47 AM :nope no client yet /:
19:47 TT : Perfect!
19:47 TT : do you have time to set me up with your computer?
19:47 AM :i will in a while got some shit going down first >.>
19:48 TT : Ok
19:48 TT : just set me up when you have the chance
19:48 AM :i will it might be a while though >.<
19:48 TT : I want to kick this ***** down the stairs already!
19:48 AM :my disks are currently being held hostage -.-
19:49 TT : Osama bin in your cd closet?
19:49 TT :LOL
19:49 TT :Get it?
19:49 TT :Osama BEEN
19:49 AM :*facedesk* X_X
19:49 TT : no comment
19:49 TT : which is a comment on its own...
19:49 AM :your puns have left me without commenting abilities :3
19:50 TT : oh
19:50 TT : I forgot
19:50 TT : Do you have TF2?
19:50 AM :yeah i used to play it a long time ago >.>
19:51 TT : Well, I guess I cant add as a friend on Steam Version HS
19:51 TT : *sigh*
19:51 TT :what are you up to BTW?
19:52 AM :its probably better not to ask o.o
19:52 AM :just know that its all "legitimate" >.<
19:52 TT : I forgot what that means
19:53 AM

n the up and up of course no need to get the authorities involved >.>
19:53 TT : You selling drugs now?
19:54 TT : :3
19:54 AM :i dont actually know i just run the packages XP
19:54 AM :better not to look inside if you know what i mean ^_^
19:54 TT : I have a tendency to not listen...
19:54 TT : TELL MEH WHAT'S INSIDE!
19:54 TT :lol
19:55 AM :alright but i might have to kill you afterwards *_*
19:55 TT : I'
19:55 TT :I'll take that chance*
19:55 AM :get you fitted for a nice pair of cement shoes %_%
19:56 TT : I will slap you with a tuna if you come near me
19:56 AM

.o
19:56 TT : Slimy tuna
19:56 TT :6_6
19:56 AM :T_T
19:56 TT : exactly
19:57 TT : hm
19:57 TT : I hear rain
19:57 AM :god damn chicken of the sea ruining my day x.x
19:57 TT : Is it raining near you too?
19:57 AM :not really but the weather has been kinda weird

19:58 TT : I forgot already
19:58 AM :the sky is an odd color tonight but i cant really put my finger on why x.x
19:58 TT : Is it sunrise right now?
19:58 TT : because the sky is red near me
19:59 AM :i dunno it shouldnt be rising for another couple hours here /:
19:59 TT : I'm scared...
19:59 AM :you need to go hide under your bed?

19:59 TT : Something just broke through my ceiling and landed into my broken sofa
19:59 AM :well thats unusual >.<
20:00 TT : happens all the time
20:00 TT : JK
20:00 TT : WTF IS THAT!?
20:00 TT : My sofa is burning!
20:00 AM :godzilla. it must be godzillas doing O:
20:01 TT :I'm not in tokyo
20:01 AM :WHY DID YOU PISS OFF THE MONSTER FROM THE DEEP OH GOD WHY? OoO
20:01 AM :godzilla isnt always in japan /:
20:02 TT : but they have such good food there.
20:02 AM :didnt you see the time he chased ferris bueller around new york for two
AM :hours? +_+
20:02 AM :god that was a shitty movie >.<
20:02 TT : Sorry dude, I only watch manly and awesome movies
20:03 TT : that right there is BULLCRAP
20:03 AM :so the notebook and titanic? XP
20:03 TT : Yeah
20:03 AM :real men watch chick flicks im sure of it >.<
20:04 TT : I'm only thirteen
20:04 TT : I only look at pics...
20:04 AM :whoa whoa whoa...not those kind of chick flicks @_@
20:04 TT : Oh
20:05 TT : I just made a fool of myself for no reason
20:05 TT : And I just gave away my favorite past-time
20:06 AM :ill just pretend i didnt read that and well move on with this conversation
AM :before i get any more squicked X_x
20:06 TT : Ok then
20:06 TT : Do you know anyone who needs a server?
20:07 AM :no clue youll have to talk to mark or something -_-
20:07 AM :he seems to be the one in charge of all this >.<
20:07 TT : Why is he in charge in the first place?
20:08 AM :because he inserted himself into that role as usual /:
20:08 TT : He called me a fat bastard...
20:09 AM :that is impolite you probably have fine parenting and are not morbidly AM AM

verweight >.>
20:09 TT : I think it was in the heat of the moment though
20:09 TT : But I'm not a dog dammit!
20:10 AM :wait you call dogs fat bastards?

20:10 AM :you monster! XP
20:10 TT : no
20:10 TT :I just admit that I'm fat
20:10 TT : I was angered by the second insult
20:11 TT : Maybe you will not be the only one who will get slapped with sea chicken in TT TT :the next week.
20:11 AM :why would you even bring that up? o,o
20:12 AM :*shivers* X_X
20:12 TT : I feel like slapping people with fish when I listen to Pendulum music
20:12 TT : That's all
20:12 AM :am i going to have to write a song to appease your great rage oh furious one? AM AM :XD
20:13 TT : no
20:13 AM :no great odes or epic ballads for you this day? :l
20:13 TT : Fasten your seatbelts is much more amusing.
20:14 AM :your right this is the perfect music for fish slapping >.<
20:14 TT : And rape aparently
20:14 AM :how could i not see it before XP
20:14 TT : Have you seen the comments?
20:15 TT : sometimes it inspires people to rape othrs...
20:15 AM :i avoid youtube comments for the sake of my sanity /:
20:15 TT : Pendulum touches my ears where they ned to be
20:15 AM :well as uplifting as talking about raping music is to me... >.<
20:16 AM :im at my meeting spot T_T
20:16 AM :ill get back to you after i get my disks back, kay? &_&
20:16 TT : Did they find yur stash!?
20:16 TT : Hide the weed!
20:16 TT : godluck
20:16 TT : bye
20:17 AM :later ^_^
20:17 TT : :azer
20:17 TT : Lzer*
20:17 TT : My rug is on fire
20:17 TT : I'l gt bak to you ASAP
20:17 TT : If I srvive

throw rug out window

The burning rug lands on an unsuspercting cat which ignites fairly fast. Nice move dumbass

The sofa! The Sofa!

Derek spills coca-cola all over the fire before it got bigger. At least he wont end up like that cat...

Zirat · Mar 28, 2011

Clarrisa was sitting on the platform of the Alchemtizer, what few imps braved coming close to her were either quickly dealt with a shovel strike or her Sprites seemingly endless appetite for them, either way the grist was builsing up as she was working on building up Donnies house a bit, suddenly the familiar sound of Pesterchum distracted her from her architectual task

-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 15:11 --
FA: ---O oh my GOD CLARISA
FA: ---O WHAT THE CRAP
AA: AMBER! Great to hear from you!
AA: And what?
FA: ---O you been PLAYING sburb RIGHT?
FA: ---O this stuff is MENTAL D:
FA: ---O really cool
FA: ---O BUT MENTAL
AA: Yeah.... you got that right!
AA: But atleast you amde it in
FA: ---O true ENOUGH
FA: ---O though in WHAT i dunno
AA: I just helped Donnie here make it... cut it kind of close...
FA: ---O looks kinda dark here :/
AA: Yeah it is
AA: YOu have those annoying little guys everywhere too?
FA: ---O 0_0
FA: ---O what little GUYS?
FA: ---O i uh havent really LOOKED AROUND yet
AA: You know... I think they were called imps
AA: So you havent gotten around yet?
FA: ---O not really
AA: Well let me save you some time, you arent missing much
FA: ---O hee! if you SAY SO
FA: ---O so uh JEFFREY is kinda out of the running
AA: Other then a bunch of angry little things trying to kill you
FA: ---O and KEGAN is as well
FA: ---O :O
AA: Oh Kegan! So he's in too?
FA: ---O oh you didnt KNOW?
AA: No!
FA: ---O im his SERVER ^_^
AA: Heh
AA: then he's in good hands
FA: ---O thanks :3
FA: ---O but yeah I NEED some help

AA: But i've been busy with Mark lately...
AA: And help?
FA: ---O ive been going through the ONLINE GUIDES
FA: ---O and none of them go further than THIS
FA: ---O POINT
FA: ---O so...what NOW? :|
AA: .... wait
AA: So online guides are vague too?
AA: Where the hell was he getting that hten!?!
FA: ---O who?
AA: Mark
AA: He knew just about everything in this game
FA: ---O ...oh YEAH
AA: I just thought he bought a guide in advance or something...
FA: ---O he told me he got THE MANUAL with his COPY
AA: The manual?
AA: I wouldnt know... I kinda lost my cover in a fire
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O AIRMAIL couldn't aim? X)
AA: NO!
AA: But
AA: THat wasnt the reason... Pop got something into his head
AA: It was probably one of his stupid theories again
FA: ---O a thought I HOPE? :|
AA: But he tried to destroy the game!
FA: ---O :O WHAAAAAT
AA: I dont know! He just had me hand it over and I heard him toss some stuff onto the fire
AA: He seemed kinda seirous when he took it...
AA: But I managed to slip away the game. So alls good atleast
AA: But he's gone missing now...
AA: But I'm sure he;ll turn up. Always does!
AA: Anyways, you said you needed help?
FA: ---O YEAH
FA: ---O i dunno what to DO now
FA: ---O is there an OBJECTIVE or WHAT?
FA: ---O and what are these IMPS? :|
AA: Yeah... those annoying bastards. You beat them up and collect the gushers they drop
FA: ---O ..gushers?
AA: It's called Grist or something
FA: ---O OH
FA: ---O THOSE blue THINGS?
AA: Yeah!
AA: And you can use it to build up you players house
AA: And aparently, or atleast what MMmmaaaaaarrrrkkkk says, you have to reach some kind of gate
AA: In the sky
FA: ---O you mean that FAINT LITTLE DOT all the way ABOVE?
AA: I guess...
FA: ---O ooh!
FA: ---O WHAT DID YOU turn your SPRITE into? :3
AA: Oh yeah! Him
AA: Well I fed the annoying little light a rattlesnake pop killed for dinner
AA: And then tossed my gasmask in there
FA: ---O oh WOW
FA: ---O cool B)
AA: I know right?
AA: Heh, he seems to like te taste of those imps so Im getting a lot of gushers from him
AA: Whatd you make?
FA: ---O i actually did something on ACCIDENT

FA: ---O one of my CARDS fell in, a QUEEN
AA: A queen huh?
FA: ---O hee! shes really PRETTY THOUGH
AA: Hmm
FA: ---O i also threw in a HUNK OF AMBER

AA: ... amber?
FA: ---O I THOUGHT it would make her ME :S
FA: ---O didnt though
AA: That chunk of ancient syrup with bugs in it?
AA: Oh, and wanted to live the dream huh?
FA: ---O ...oh WHOOPS
AA: Wouldnt a picture have worked better?
AA: And whoops?
AA: Whats whoops, whoops arent good
FA: ---O i dont want my SPRITE to become BUGGY

AA: Oh im sure it wont be too bad
AA: Ever heard of a queen bee?
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O

AA: So what DID it turn into?
FA: ---O um..well KNOW THOSE glass STATUES?
AA: Ugh... dont get me started on statues
AA: But I guess so
FA: ---O kinda like THAT but ORANGE-Y and less SEETHROUGH
FA: ---O but what happened WITH STATUES?
AA: Well... when helping Donnie with his sprite
AA: He used a dead goldfish...
AA: and a large statue of his dad
AA: The result was...
AA: kinda freaky
FA: ---O i can IMAGINE :S
AA: *shudder*
AA: those freaking eyes
AA: But atleast its his problem now
FA: ---O hee!
FA: ---O oh man i shoulda gotten a SMARTPHONE
AA: Why? So you can talk on teh run?
FA: ---O YEAH
FA: ---O now i need to LEAVE MY CHUMS to EXPLORE

AA: Well thats what my laptops for!
AA: Though you could always make one...
FA: ---O make ONE?
FA: ---O IM NO PC WHIZZ :|
AA: And neither am I but I made a hat-puter lately.
AA: Piece of crap I chucked off the cliff but still worked
FA: ---O bwluh?
AA: Use that alchemy platform thing!
AA: Combine some crap with your computer
AA: You may have better luck then me in that department
FA: ---O wait COMBINE?
FA: ---O I AM MISSING SO MUCH 0_0
AA: Well I guess thats the advantage of being with the guy who knows everything
AA: But yeah, you have to use the captcha cards and stuff
FA: ---O bluh I WILL check it OUT in a minute
AA: Yeah... I never was a fan of figuring it out
FA: ---O oh man
AA: BUt aparently its a necessary part of the game for later
AA: what?
FA: ---O i just realised..
FA: ---O THESE IMPS ATTACK you RIGHT?
AA: Well yeah
AA: I got teh bruises to prove it
FA: ---O im still no. 1 ON MY ECHELADDER
FA: ---O SNEAKER CHICK

AA: That thing?
AA: Hmm, Mark was making a big deal of it but I never thought it wasa big deal. But if your concerned about your level...
AA: Go out and enjoy a bit of Ultra-Violence!
FA: ---O I THINK i WILL

AA: Great news!
FA: ---O hee! been AWESOME talking C

AA: You show those bastards who's boss!
AA: And yeah, good to hear from people
FA: ---O time to KICK THEM down the STAIRS
FA: ---O ...i such at ONE LINERS
AA: Dont worry, it should come with time
FA: ---O i guess ill see ya IN A BIT

AA: And I'll hold ya to that
FA: ---O

-- feistyAthlete [FA] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 15:43 --

She smirked as the conversation ended with Amber going off on a healthy warpath. Though the fact that no one knew what was going on in the game was somewhat worrying. She should have gotten the manual as well, so she assumed Mark knew all those things from reading htat or just someone else who had a guide.
She made a mental note to talk to him when he was finished sulking about shanking his plans in the throat but in the meantime she wanted to hurry that chain along.

Voukras · Mar 29, 2011

By breaking the mirror Kegan and the mansion are teleported into the medium thus saving himself from IMPENDING METEORIC DOOM. Kegan backed off a bit and internalized the whole situation. It is now a part of him. It has been assimilated and absurdity will no longer baffle him. YEAH RIGHT, JUST A CHEAP EXCUSE TO NOT SLAP HIMSELF. Kegan investigates the mansion only to find it being invaded by black figures wearing gas-masks, sporting beards and debating unintelligible subjects.

Kegan can't hear anything through the gas-masks, but apparently the imps understand each other perfectly. Yes, absurdity internalized. Moving on he discovers that the main hall is host to an oratory. One of the imp stands on a soap box and is apparently debating a subject of GREAT IMPORTANCE to the imps. At the end all the imps congratulated the orator and threw off their masks in celebration. In the midst of merriment one of the imps trips over himself and breaks a vase. The Butler quickly arrives to the scene of the crime takes the imp by his throat, raises him into the air and smacks him for about a minute. He then gives him a broom and orders him to clear the mess. The imp hurriedly complies while rubbing his cheeks. The Butler then explains, through a set of pictograms, the terms to which the imps must agree if they are to remain in the mansion. They agree, for the Butler is a force unstoppable in these situations. If the mess is great enough Unexplainable Forces will imbue the Butler with incredible power in order to clean up any mess and bring the offenders to justice. Normally he is a rather agreeable and normal chap. The last events haven't really allowed that part of his personality to surface. Kegan decides that an encounter with both the butler and the imps would be only trouble for the moment. High time he answered his pesterchum.

-- exceptionallyMean [EM] began pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 21:39 --
EM: Apparently I have been teleported into the middle of nowhere and my house is being assaulted by philosophizing gas-masked monstrosities.
EM: I am on the verge of not giving a shit.
FA: ---O oh HEY kegan
FA: ---O ugh tell ME about it
EM: One man can take this much absurdity before becoming completely immune to it or going insane by now.
FA: ---O or CAN HE?

EM: Are you implying that one can still be affected by the randomness of it all after being spontaneously teleported and almost killed by a meteor
FA: ---O i guess? I MEAN i have a QUEEN made out of AMBER floating not a good way FROM ME
FA: ---O i think that is PRETTY SILLY
FA: ---O and i got TELEPORTED as well :|
EM: That actually makes it less random.
EM: I suddenly seem less important and special however.
EM: Not that I envy anyone almost being crushed by impending meteoric doom.
FA: ---O hee! well TRY to look at it LIKE A GAME
FA: ---O BECAUSE it is
FA: ---O these MONSTROSITIES are your enemies
EM: Yes, a fun game full of adventure and excitement.
FA: ---O CYNIC

EM: Oh yes, the humongous cynicism of not appreciating the whole aspect of being able to die in a game.
FA: ---O um okay THESE GUYS drop LOOT
FA: ---O that enough MOTIVATION?
EM: YESYESYESYES MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH MOTIVATION FOR THE CYNIC THAT I AM.
EM: No, not really. I mean, they might help us survive longer, better than nothing I guess.
FA: ---O and an EXCUSE to SLAP THEM SILLY

EM: YESSSSSSSSSS
FA: ---O okay so UM
EM: Actually I'm going to go do that right now.
FA: ---O nooooo HANG ON
EM: To what?
FA: ---O your hat i GUESS
EM: I do not have a hat.
FA: ---O because i had a little TALK with CLARISA
FA: ---O she told me that WE NEEDED to GET YOU through that PORTAL THING up above
EM: Okay, getting out of here would be good. But, why exactly do we "NEED" to do that?
FA: ---O i dunno
FA: ---O EVERY GAME needs an OBJECTIVE i guess
EM: Mayhap. Well, I guess I can't stay here for eternity.
EM: Might as well build a mountain of corpses to the portal.
EM: Yes, a mountain of corpses. That would be so awesome.
FA: ---O hee, if you want to you can
FA: ---O BUT I HEARD that the LOOT of IMPS is BLUE GIRST
FA: ---O BUILD stuff in other words
EM: That stuff we talked about not wasting?
FA: ---O yesssss
EM: If they drop that then you'll have plenty to waste soon enough.
FA: ---O thats the PLAN

FA: ---O also C told me ABOUT SOME WEIRD SHIT called alchemisation?
FA: ---O something TO DO with CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS
FA: ---O but nothing much BESIDE THAT
EM: Probably something with the items in these games.
EM: I mean that pre-punched card made an item.
EM: Via the dowel.
FA: ---O yeah i GUESS
FA: ---O perhaps WE NEED to EXPERIMENTATE with this
EM: ...Is that even a word?
FA: ---O IS ALCHEMISATION?
EM: Experimentate. Whatever, put the spelling nazis on hold for now, I've got some philosophing monstrosities to slap.
FA: ---O hee! if you need some HELP just ASK

FA: ---O though I HAVE no SMARTPHONE

EM: Hmm. Try taking a closer look into alchemization.
FA: ---O ill try though MY ECHELADDERLEVEL is pretty LOW

EM: If the cards carry information about items
EM: there must be a way to engrave information about specific items and create them.
EM: I won't even ask what that is. I'm going to slap something now.
FA: ---O hmm PERHAPS ill take a LOOK INTO IT
FA: ---O okay
-- exceptionallyMean [EM] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 22:00 --

Kegan proceeds to enter the main hall and directly assault the imps. They are all defeated in one struck of his mighty Foolslapper. They lay defeated beneath Kegan's boots and he collects all grist and forges a mighty glove out of pure awesomeness that can shatter the universe. The Imp King is rendered nonexistent in one slap and Kegan is proclaimed the Master of The Universe.

MEANWHILE outside Kegan's imagination... Kegan is stopped by his butler before he could slap a single Imp. The butler politely showed Kegan the way to the makeshift arena he had created for this occasion. A marked and cleared space in which strife would take place. Next to it, a chalkboard that would explain the tiers of arena fights and the numbers and types of enemies for each one. Even Kegan is amazed at how neat this freak is. He begins climbing up the tiers...

Zirat · Mar 31, 2011

After a while of building Donnie's house up even more the note she made to confront Mark had grown from a little slip to a lighthouse with a foghorn blasting every few seconds, Clarrisa was not a patient person. Finaly thinking it was time to get some hopefuly straight answers she opened up Pesterchum to get a hold of a certain server player...

-- apotropaicAntithesis [AA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 14:28 --
AA: Mark, time to ask about something thats been bugging me for a while
CL: Hmmmm?
AA: Mainly this, how the FUCK do you know so much about a game released today?
CL: II saay II haad aa guuiidee,buut yoouu'vee proobaably guueesseed II waas lyiing by noow haaveen't yoouu?
AA: Exactly
CL: Weell,II caan't teell yoouu aa loot,oor preetty muuch eeveerythiing.
CL: Buut yoouu reemeebeer wheen II saaiid "II'vee beeeen plaanniing thiis foor seeveen yeeaars noow?"
CL: II waasn't kiiddiing.
AA: You were planning for a game... that wasnt even released
AA: For seven years
CL: Yeep.
CL: Y'seeee,II haad aa liittlee friieend whoo's knoown aaboouut thee gaamee foor aa whiilee noow.
CL: Hee's beeeen haangiing oouut iin my roooom siincee beefooree II waas boorn.
AA: ...
CL: Saayiing muuch mooree eelsee wiill spooiil eeveerythiing.
AA: I wouldnt mind
CL: Soo II'll juust leeaavee yoouu wiith thaat aand leet eeveerythiing feesteer aa biit beefooree thee biig reeveeaal.
CL: Noow iif yoouu'll eexcuusee mee,II muust coonveersee wiith Keegaan.
AA: God damn it!
AA: You cant just leave it like that!
CL: AActuuaally,yees II caan.
CL: II caan aalsoo piick uup oobjeects iin yoouur hoouuiisee thaanks too aan aappliicaatiioon oon my screeeen.
AA: That a threat?
CL: II coouuld theeooriitiicaally kiill yoouu.Buut thqaat woopuuld buuttraapee eeveerythiing.
CL: Noo.
CL: II siimply saayiing hoow muuch coontrool II haavee ooveer cuurreent siituuaatiioons.
CL: noot foor muuch loongeer,
AA: So shut up or die is the jist then?
CL: AAnd II'm noot gooiing eexeert muuch oof iit.
CL: Noopee.
CL: Pleeaasee shuush aand foolloow thee plaan iis thee jiist heeree.
CL: AAnywaay,my woorld iis buurniing aaroouund mee,Soo II'm gooiing too peesteer Keegaan.
AA: Oh sure, forget how you knew everything up to this point including flaming death falling from th sky
AA: Fine then
CL: II'm noot suuree whaat yoouur laast coommeent meeaant.
AA: Well not anything you should be worrying about
AA: But I'll follow your stupid dramatics and let you have your fun
CL: OOkaay,goooodbyee Claariissaa
CL: EExceelleent
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering apotropaicAntithesis [AA] at 14:35 --

She was so mad that she was very willing to strangle something to death at the moment, preferably something with a fucking annoying typing quirk who's name rhymes with Bark. Or should it be said BBarrrrkk?
"Lousy stupid god damn mysterious friends!" She yells, taking her shovel and launching it hard enough to spear a Imp brave enough to come with a six foot square radius of and her snake on the Alchemiter. She took a few deep breaths after the outburst and paced a bit. Kegan better get him into this stupid game... otherwise where's the chance I'll get my hands on him? She thought, letting her temper cool down a bit as she briefly fantasized about the sound her shovel would make in his face. Eventualy this theraputic line of thought chilled her enough to get back to business, she had Imps of her own to kill and Donnie could wait, working her way back into the tower of her home her Snakesprite stayed on the platform, sleeping the time away until it could say it's piece to her.

Voukras · Mar 31, 2011

The first tiers of the arena are a non-issue as the imps often prefer to PHILOSOPHIZE, which is rather ineffective in strife. For the meager enemies that Kegan slaps into submission he gains meager advancement in the Echeladder.

Before he can resume slapping imps Kegan is interrupted by his pesterlog. This strikes Kegan as most annoying

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 20:01 --
CL: Thee sky iis oon fiiree.
CL: II'vee puut ooff aaskiing toooo loong.
EM: That's nice.
CL: II neeeed yoouu too heelp mee froom deestruuctiioon aand chaaoos.
CL: Soo yoouu doonee fuuckiign aaroouund?
EM: NOPE.

Kegan resolves to advance beyond Inert Mote before helping Mark... Yet, Gutsy Milksop isn't really an improvement... He decides to resume conversation instead and get the server going. Running the server on a smartphone isn't really feasible so Kegan returns to his room.

-- exceptionallyMean [EM] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 20:02 --
EM: Okay. I'm done.
CL: Shiitstiicks.
CL: Kaay.
CL: Geet too yoouur coompuuteer.
CL: AAnd geet mee iin.
CL: Wee neeeed too huurry thiis shiit aas faast aas poossiiblee.
EM: I'm taking precious time out of slapping PHILOSOPHIZING MONSTROSITIES. I hope you appreciate this.
CL: AAweesoomee,goonnaa bee cooool seeeeiing my iimps.
CL: Leet's doo thiis.
CL: Giivee mee aa seec too coonneect.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 20:04 --

The screen displays a rather weirdly dressed boy. Kegan has never seen Mark before but his appearance somehow does not strike him as surprising.

-- creativeLoon [CL] began pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:04 --
CL: Theeree wee goo.
CL: II aam beeiing seeeen?
EM: Yes.
EM: Unfortunately!
CL: Hiilaariioouus.
EM: Indeed.
CL: OOkaay,soo droop thee shiit aaroouund.
EM: I must resort to low brow humor under these dark, dark times.
EM: More like random insane bullshit times.
CL: IIndeeeed.
CL: Thee woorld iis oon fiiiiiiiiree.
CL: AAnd aall thaat.
CL: II suuggeest Cruuxtruudeer iin my roooom,AAleechmiizeer doownstaaiirs aand Laathee iin thee baathroooom/
CL: Thoouugh iit's uup too yoouu.
EM: Yeah, I'll do this as quickly and as cheaply as possible. Impending meteoric doom isn't something taken lightly.
CL: EExaactly.
EM: I've placed all of them on your roof.
CL: ...
CL: Yoouu'ree aan aasshoolee.
CL: OOH MY GOOD HOOLY SHIIT.
EM: Nah, they're all where you asked.
CL: AAh,soorry.
EM: Alas, I could not crush you with the cruxtruder.
CL: OOkaay,leet's geet thiis biitch ooff.
CL: AAh diicktiits,my uukuuleelee
CL: Hee wiill bee miisseed...
EM: How about getting this ***** off after you take the pre-punched card I left on your head.
CL: AAh...
CL: Diidn't feeeel iit throouugh my luusciioouus loocks.
EM: ...
CL: Juust kiiddiing.
EM: Thank God for that.
CL: OOkkaay,stiick thiis biitch iin thee oold aarraay...
CL: Caaree too throouugh soomee swoords aat thee liid?
EM: Surely.
EM: Hmm, they weren't too effective.
EM: Where the hell do you get these?
CL: Fleeaa Maarkeet.
CL: Teehy'ree moostly maadee oof tiin fooiil aand doog haaiir.
EM: Anyways, the lid is almost off, you could probably push it off with your hands.
CL: OOkaay,heeree wee goo.
CL: OOuut diicktiits...
CL: My haands...
CL: My aarsee...
EM: Your fascination with dicktits is disturbing.
CL: AAnd yoouu'ree faasciinaatiioon wiith slaappiing yoouurseelf iis creeeepy.
CL: Buut iit's ooff noow,soo wee'ree gooood.
CL: Why haalloo thaar liittlee miisteer Keernaal spriitee...
CL: Yaaaaaaaay!
CL: EEggbeerts baack!
CL: II miisseed hiim soo muuch!
EM: Oh, look, a flying rat.
CL: Huuh.
CL: Neeveer eexpeecteed hiim too bee aaviiaan.
CL: Thoouugh hee'd bee reeptiilliiaan.
EM: YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW OF THE EFFECTS OF PROTOTYPING BEFORE YOU...
EM: ...Damn.
CL: Whaat?
CL: AAnd moost preeciioouus aanceestraal swoord iintoo thee miix...
CL: AAnd Vooiilaa!
CL: Gooood Swoord,Beest friieend!
EM: More tin foil? Or is this an actual sword?
CL: AActuuaal swoord.
CL: Goot iit froom my greeaat greeaat greeaat greeaat greeaat greeaat graandfaatheer.
CL: Paasseed thoouugh thee faamiily foor 7 geeneeraatiioons.
EM: Meanwhile
EM: Gunpowder was invented.
CL: Shaadduup.
CL: AAnywaay,AAleechmiiziing thiis...
CL: Gooddaamniit.
CL: AA Caar?!
CL: Hoow iis gooiing too heelp mee too thee meediiuum?
CL: Fuuck iir.
CL: Too thee laathee!
CL: Hooly shiit thaat's aa weeiird tooteem...
CL: OOh shiit,iit aalmoosty sliippeed my miind.
CL: Hoow muuch tiimee iis leeft?
EM: HOLY SHIT I TOTALLY FORGOT YOU'VE GOT 30 SECONDS LEFT.
CL: OOH FUUCKSTIICKS.
CL: Weell thaat diid noothiing.
CL: Waaiit,whaat thee shiit waas thaat nooiisee.
-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering exceptionallyMean [EM] at 22:21 --

While concerned about the abruptly ended conversation, Kegan brimmed with smugness at not telling CL the actual amount of time left. It was significantly more than 30 seconds, but at least it should make him run faster, Kegan thought.

SamuelT · Apr 1, 2011

Amber slid away from her compter. The AMBERQUEEN sprite still hung in the air, staring at her with a regal bearing. It made Amber feel kinda small. The heavy STAFF/ROD/SCEPTER she was carrying might make for a good weapon though, if it didn't shoot lazers or anything. Actually, that'd be much better.

Although she was still feeling troubled, and motivated, by the problem of her echeladder, Amber sat down with her full INVENTORY to figure out the problem of alchemisation. None of the guides she had read went as far as past the second prototyping; although she'd gotten plenty of hints on how it COULD work.

She...gently...reached over to fetch her UNFINISHED DRESS card without really thinking on how such abstract laws would work in reality. She got the UNFINISHED DRESS card without any trouble. Thinking back to the PREPUNCHED card she put her card in the slot. Sadly though; the TOTEM LATHE didn't form a patten with its LATHERS. Perhaps a form of punching was required? Duh, it was. She scrolled through her own inventory on her computer to see if anything helpful could be deployed, noting the strange arena Kegan's BUTLER had set up. What a silly man.

Her inventory showed several more strange contraptions being ready for DEPLOYMENT, but none were free. Some were even absurdly expensive, with a strange telescope being over 20.000 GIRST. There was one reasonably priced though; the PUNCH DESIGNIX. It did cost a different kind of GIRST than any that was in her possession. She tried pestering JEFFREY for help; but he was being abscent again. Probably wrestling his weird teeth-sprouting laptop with his new skeleton buddy or something.

Figuring that she might as well do something productive; Amber exited her room with her bat in hands; intent on fetching A PILE OF DOWELS for any future stuff-creating. That really needs a name. She then noticed the footsteps right outside her door. Suspicious. She snuck down the stairs and quietly opened the door to the living room. Lights had been extinguished, but the faint light from outside cast just enough to see what was going apeshit with the cruxtruder. A small fellow with DARK SKIN AND FILED TEETH OOH but garbed in a ROYAL OUTFIT comically shrunken to his size. He was DELEGATING some slouched imps in GASMASKES to create DOWEL after DOWEL. She could not stand the subjugation of the working class anymore.

STRIFE!

ADVANCE

Amber threw open the door and Lass-scurried across the room with bat raised. The working force flee-scampered away, but the REGAL IMP stayed on its throne on the Cruxtruder.

ABJURE

The imp, fully convinced of its own regal bearings, waved its SCEPTER at her, bopping her on the head. Its royal stance remained unscathed. For now.

ABASE

Amber started smacking the stacked DOWELS across the room. The imp looked horrified! It's symbols! It's statues! It's shiney blue things! Oh the humanity for being humiliated in front of the working class!

AGGRESS

Amber beat the head off the stupid little imp.

ACCLAIM; VICTORY AND SPOILS ARE YOURS

The little imp changed into a waterfal of blue-and-purple GIRST THINGIES. She gathered all of them; noting that her GIRST REPOSITS were full at the moment. But that was to be helped in a moment.

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Sir Strange Of The House Lycan · Apr 5, 2011

Mark awakes after a car explosion he witnessed first hand.It would seem he was knocked out by the explosion,however,this was likely the intended purpose of the car as his entry item as he had entered the medium smoothly and without injury.However,an imp seemed to be chewing on the remains of his Ukulele.

Okay,too far you little imp bastard.

Mark strides over and grabbed the neck of the shattered instrument,the only part apart from the strings that remained of his beloved noise maker.He looked down at the imp with utter hatred and malice in his eyes.Some little imp was about to be ended,and maybe some of his friends after that.

STRIFE SPECIBI OBTAINED: MAKESHIFT-FLAILKIND!

The strings came down in horrible wave of pain and left the imp with 4 cutting marks across his face,a high pitched squeal was given out as Mark struck again and the imp burst with a scream of pain.Mark grabbed the grist that had been dropped while grinning malignantly,before he heard a noise upstairs,from the half of his shattered house that wasn't absolutely collapsed by his explosive entry.He ran upstairs and answered the pestering,which was coming from Amber.

-- feistyAthlete [FA] began pestering creativeLoon [CL] at 20:16 --
FA: ---O HEY mark
CL: Heey AAmbeer.
CL: Whaat's uup?
FA: ---O oh BEATING UP imps
FA: ---O chilling in...WHEREVER
CL: YEEaah II'm noot suuree wheeree wee aaree eeiitheer...
FA: ---O :O
FA: ---O YOU dont KNOW?
CL: EEggbeert neeveer reeaally eexplaaiineed paast eenteeriing.
CL: AAnd hee gaavee mee aa craash coouursee oon aaleechmiizaatiioon.
FA: ---O oh man
FA: ---O YOU need to HELP ME with that
CL: Thiis iis wheeree thee aareeaas oof my eexpeertiisee faall iintoo shiit.
CL: AAleechmiiziing?
FA: ---O YEAH
CL: OOH iit's eeaasy.
FA: ---O c mentioned it
FA: ---O BUT I DUNNO HOW
CL: Kaay,haas Keegaan plaaceed aa deesk liikee oobjeect?
CL: OOH shiit,noo.
CL: Yoouu'ree Jeeffreey's seerveer...
FA: ---O yeah

CL: AAnywaay,haas hee plaaceed aa deesk liikee deeviicee?
FA: ---O i SAW a DESK THING in my INVENTORY on my CLIENT
FA: ---O but JEFFREY hasn
FA: ---O t PLACED it yet
CL: Daamn,noo aalcheemiizaatiioon foor yoouu theen!
FA: ---O

CL: Buut iit's cooool.
CL: Yoouu caan plaacee iit doown foor Keegaan
FA: ---O if he has SHALE
CL: AAnd II'll teell yoouu hoow too doo iit.
CL: AAnd theen yoouu teell Keegaan aand blaah blaah blaah =P
FA: ---O hee! can you GIVE me a CRASHCOURSE real quick THEN?
FA: ---O Kegan is SLAPPING IMPS
CL: AAh kaay.
CL: AAnywaay,baasiicaally,hee's goot stiick hiis aarraay caaptuurees iin thee puunch deesiigniix,thee deesk thiing,aand stiicks 'eem beehiind eeaach ootheer beefooree sloottiing theem iintoo aa doowleed uup laathee.
CL: Puunchiing aa caard wiill deestrooy thee oobjeect wiithiin aand maakee thee caard uunuusaablee.
FA: ---O oh OKAY
CL: Buut wee shoouuld bee fiindiing mooree caards aand yoouu caan aalcheeniizee thee loost oobjeects iif yoouu haavee thee reesoouurcees by taakiing thee tooteem too thee aalcheemiizeer.
CL: AAnd vooiilaa,coombiineed/siinguulaar aaleechmiizaatiioon.
FA: ---O :|
FA: ---O THIS IS SO COMPLICATED
FA: ---O Though ill TRY IT OUT LATER
FA: ---O (need a SMARTPHONE)
CL: OOH,thaat's aanootheer thiing!
CL: AActuuaally...
CL: IIt miight noot bee aa gooood iideeaa tiill yoouu haavee mooree caards.
CL: Buut yeeaah,aalcheemiizaatiioon caan heelp yoouu wiith thaat.
FA: ---O why not?
CL: OOtheerwiisee,seeee iif yoouur maa haas aanythiing.
FA: ---O bluh MY MOM lives in the STONE AGES

CL: Beecaauusee iit reequuiirees smaashiing yoouur coompuuteer

CL: aah daamn.
CL: Weell,noothiign foor yoouu tiill laateer.
CL: AAnywaay,II'm goonnaa iinspeect my liittlee hoouusee iislaand.
CL: Seeee yoouu laateer AAmbeer.
FA: ---O LATER MARK

-- creativeLoon [CL] ceased pestering feistyAthlete [FA] at 20:24 --

Well,that was enjoyable,but it's time to get back to work.Clutching his Ukulele's neck tightly,Mark set out to climb a rung of his echeladder and gather some grist for Kegan. Some imps were about to get their shit wrecked,and Mark was only to happy to destroy their excrement for them,it was going to be a fun game for a while.

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