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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 13, 2013 16:43:56 GMT -5
Another game, another round, another session. The war on Skaia begins again. The heroes of Derse and Prospit sleep.
SNAFU
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You wake up.
This is a surprising occurrence, and you spend a few moments perplexed as to why the ceiling contains a large amount of NEGROCITY factor. Many theoretical and possibly nonexistent variables begin to perk your interest, such as your own EXISTENCE factor, your new-found NOT BLINDNESS stat, and your currently-skyrocketing CONFUSION variable.
Actually, the NOT BLINDNESS part really catches you off guard the most, and you relish your new ability to examine the BLACK ROOM with its astounding NEGROCITY factor. A surge of VIVACITY hits you along with the inevitable wave of EPIPHANY.
You just beat SBURB. It's over. You did it. You and your friends finally beat the Black King, and found the house, and the door-thing. Or, at least, that's how it was described to you, as your previous NOT BLINDNESS stat was at a pitiful negative two. You're still not sure if NOT BLINDNESS is an actual player statistic, but it should be, because yours is now through the roof and you've never been more elated.
But your new-found eyeballs are telling you something important. This isn't your room. You're pretty sure your old room didn't have any sort of NEGROCITY factor in its paint-job. You're pretty sure it was WHITE. Or at least something that wasn't BLACK. And it wasn't filled with PILES OF UNWASHED CLOTHING, all of which have a similarly astounding NEGROCITY stat last time you checked.
A light catches your attention. A single beam of proof of your amazing NOT BLINDNESS stat dances at the opposite end of the room. You squint your eyes at the source, showing off your amazing PERCEPTION skills. It's a computer. Not your old one, but with the current pattern of unfamiliarity this is not surprising. You squint further, bringing your PERCEPTION to frightening levels in order to make out the picture on the screen. It's...
...a spirograph?
Your name is CHASE BISHOP, and you are seriously fucking confused.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 13, 2013 17:06:26 GMT -5
Your name is NESS GARDNA. Your room is a spacious LOFT, but it is DIFFICULT TO SEE that because it’s full of VIDEO GAMES, MEMEROBILIA, and TRADING CARDS. So many trading cards. DUEL MONSTERS cards, to be specific. You have nearly all of the Duel Monsters cards. Nearly all of them.
Looking beyond that, through one of the few windows not covered by POSTERS, SCREENS, or STACKS OF JUNK COMMONS, your room is on the top floor of a very nice building in the middle of the CITY. It’s a nice view. The city never sleeps, never tires, never quiets, never darkens. It is a wonder of human accomplishment.
Alright, that’s enough window-gazing for this month. On to your PERSONALITY, INTERESTS and HOBBIES.
You are QUITE FORMAL, although EASILY EXCITED and when you get that way you tend to PANIC and/or RAMBLE. As you may have guessed, you are very interested in DUEL MONSTERS as well as VIDEO GAMES, preferably OLD and OBSCURE ones. Your favourites include EARTHBOUND and DEMON’S CREST. You also can be quite META, unless the other players would find this to be SILLY AND ANNOYING. Oh, sorry, you just did it again. *ahem*
In the realm of APPEARANCES, you tend to wear a T-SHIRT with a FIRE symbol from your aforementioned obsession/hobby of DUEL MONSTERS, and a PLAIN WHITE LONG-SLEEVE under that. Also, you wear SIMPLE WHITE SHOES and a pair of BLACK GENERIC PANTS. You constantly wear a DUEL DISK, which contains your precious RAGING FLAME Duel Monsters deck. You know you could keep them both in your DUELKIND Strife Specibus, but wearing it on your arm is COOL and makes you look like the ANIME CHARACTERS that you IDOLIZE. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You have an ACTUALLY COOL-LOOKING green HAT which covers your BLACK HAIR, and you don’t take it off for reasons you’d RATHER NOT DISCUSS.
Oh, what’s that ringing? It seems the MAIL has arrived with your new VIDEO GAME, which is called SBU-
You proceed to wake up from your dream of before your first session.
Crap.
You gaze about your NEW ROOM in your NEW SESSION, and it doesn’t quite cut it. It is a SMALL APARTMENT ROOM with closed shutters, and beyond the BED you just woke up in, which hearteningly has a print of ATTRIBUTE SYMBOLS like FIRE from Duel Monsters, and a and REALLY OLD and CLUNKY-looking COMPUTER the only feature of interest is the NEON-GREEN PAINT that covers the entire walls. That is so ugly. The computer screen displays the too-familiar- even in this, your second session- SPIROGRAPH logo of SBURB. You notice that your DUEL DISK with your precious DECK is still on your arm, except instead of your sweet endgame disk DRAGONFORCER you have the mass-produced CRAPPY PLASTIC REPLICA of the ANIME DUEL DISKS that you started the last session with.
You open the DOOR to your new room, and directly encounter a GHOST. Oh wait; it’s just your SPRITE. It seems to have been prototyped with a YOUNG BOY of about 10 YEARS of age with a GOOFY GRIN and who is currently in the form of a BRIGHT-RED GHOST KIND OF THING befiting a Sprite and who alarmingly seems to have also been prototyped with a DUEL MONSTERS CARD named MEFIST THE INFERNAL GENERAL, judging by the HEAVY ARMOR and RIDICULOUSLY LARGE BATTLE-AXE he wears. You make your introductions to the newly-christened JEREMEFISTSPRITE (haha, you are so clever) and discover that he too is a big DUEL MONSTERS FAN. You agree to duel later.
You turn to your NEW OLD COMPUTER and boot up PESTERCHUM to discover that it contains a list of SIX OTHER PEOPLE. Your desktop also contains a BROWSER called HYPNOS and the dreaded file SBURB CLIENT.~ATH. On a whim, you open a conversation with one of your SUPPOSED FRIENDS. That seems like the most logical thing to do in this moment.
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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 13, 2013 17:37:57 GMT -5
Showing off your MANGRIT (you remember it being higher than this what the hell), you lazily roll off of your...black bed. Onto a black floor. Seriously what is up with this room. Probably the only thing familiar about this is the clothes on your back, meaning your JEANS AND T-SHIRT COMBOB as well as your Jacketkind strife specibus, and with it your awesome VICEREGAL AEGIS. You supposed that's a cool-
Wait, you're not wearing your VICEREGAL AEGIS. What happened to your awesome coat? Why is your strife deck empty of everything but your shitty JACKET OF LITTLE IMPORTANCE? What's going on?
A noise catches your attention. You haven't heard that annoying little ding since you uninstalled Pesterchum. The SHITTY BLACK COMPUTER beckons with a little yellow window in the corner, and you drag yourself to the screen to see you're being pestered by a...
...tradingcardGamer. You've never met this guy. Or girl. Not sure.
Either way, you immediately begin typing away at mach speeds, hoping for some explanation from this stranger.
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-- tradingcardGamer [TG] began pestering schadenFreudian [SF] at 15:27 --
SF: What's going on.
SF: I'm confused.
SF: Who are you.
SF: Explain this please.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 13, 2013 17:51:35 GMT -5
TG:Oh, whoa, hey. I apologize if I'm slightly flustered and may ramble- I just woke up in an unfamiliar room and seem to have met a ghost.
TG:So, who are you? Before I woke up here, the last thing I remember was the Ultimate Reward. But something happened... terribly sorry, but I was previously a Page of Mind and I think that I may have fogged up everyone's memories of what happened in the fight against the Black King.
TG: I know enough about the game from my extensive reading (well, not really extensive, but as much as possible- that is to say, a working knowledge's worth) that at least I've entered a new SBURB session.
TG:Beyond that, I'm afraid, I seem to be as much in the dark about all of this as you.
TG:As to who I am, my name is Ness Gardna, formerly of New Turtle City in the Land of Security and Metropolis, ever more formerly of Domino City of Earth, now of unknown abode, male, 14, professional Duelist and hobbyist video gamer, former Page of Mind, now of unknown title. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
TG:As far as you are aware, are we back on Earth?
TG:Or whatever planet you may have originated from, if you are not human or are from a different planet of humans?
TG:I'm honestly afraid to open the shutters and check.
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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 13, 2013 18:21:00 GMT -5
SF: No.
SF: This isn't a new SBURB session.
SF: Because I already beat SBURB.
SF: WE already beat SBURB. It's finished. Done. Gone.
SF: Anyway, yes, hello, I am Chase Bishop. Human. Not sure what else I'd be.
SF: I am the Seer of Void.
SF: Or I was? I'm confused. This is confusing.
SF: But SBURB is over.
SF: I'm not sure if this is Earth though. This isn't my house.
SF: It's also really quiet for Earth.
SF: I'm going to check.
SF: Brb.
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Cautiously, you look away from this unfamiliar computer screen, and turn your gaze to the shuddered window at the opposite side of the room. You approach the window with an uncomfortable and familiar feeling in your gut, and pull the stringy dealy thing that opens windows.
You stare for a moment.
And another moment.
And another.
You rush back to the shitty computer and immediately begin typing.
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SF: WHY IS DERSE IN THE SKY
SF: WHAT IS GOING ON
SF: WHY IS SBURB INSTALLED ON THIS COMPUTER
SF: WHAT IS GOING ON EXPLAIN THIS NOW
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Post by unaffiliatedmerc on Apr 13, 2013 18:31:17 GMT -5
Your name is MILES JACKSON and your head hurts. Then again you did HEADBUTT the BLACK KING while DRUNK off your ass. Like you do, you were the Knight of Rain. And an idiot. As usual, you're dressed in a BROWN HOODIE with BLACK JEANS with BLACK COMBAT BOOTS. Normally, your room is a haven to GEEKNESS what with the many posters of COMIC BOOKS, VIDEO GAMES and anything by JOSS WHEDON and MONTY PYTHON. Along with three bookcases filled with GOOD BOOKS and not crap like TWILIGHT. God, you hate bad writing. You say “Normally” because at this very moment your room is not your room. What with all the SPORTS and PICTURES of WOMEN in SWIMSUITS? At least there is a halfway decent computer here...
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 13, 2013 18:37:22 GMT -5
TG: Pleased to meet you, Chase. I'll be moreso when I can meet you in person.
TG: I'm really, really sorry, but my knowledge is very limited- well, limited for a native Mind player, but limited nonetheless- but here's what I know.
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You take a deep breath and calm down before starting- how to break the news to the newbie? Of course, you're a newbie too, but a well-educated one at that.
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TG: Yes, you did beat SBURB. We both beat SBURB, in fact. I as the Page of Mind, you as the Seer of Void. We won. But the game doesn't end.
TG: There's a bug in the Ultimate Reward, believe it or not. You're supposed to ascend to true godhood in your created universe. But you don't- instead, the glitch sends you into a new session- well, new to you.
TG: I don't know a lot of the specifics, because my timetrav enryption sucks, but here's the short version- we're in another session, new titles, new incinisphere, directly post-entry and- as Jeremefistsprite tells me- in the house and on the planet of one of the players of a failed session, just as it started. If you've met your sprite, which I have, you'll notice that whatever necroprototype was done was replaced- by the dead player.
TG: Oh, aside note, I don't think the Atomyk Ebonpyre has happened yet, so be on your guard. And besides the other six prototypings, they've been prototyped with Mefist the Infernal General, which means they have heavy armor and really big weapons. Don't get cut by those. They hurt your soul.
TG: I do know that I'm not Mind anymore, because I can't see all of the lines of descisions I could before. I feel blind. I'm going to open the shutters, okay? One moment.
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TG: Well, nice place I've got here. Could do with a bit less water though.
TG: There seems to be an endless ocean surrounding my house.
TG: Where are you, exactly?
TG: A Land, of course, but any idea on what it's like?
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Post by galvinstarlight on Apr 13, 2013 19:38:27 GMT -5
Your name is Ben Gazer and you are currently pretty down. You just went through Sburb. Again. Helped your friends defeat the Black King. Again. And now you are lying an unfamiliar room staring at the ceiling knowing you are about to go through total hell. Again.
Well, no use crying about it. You gently make your way off the bed and inspect your room. Of course, instead of the room covered with the many video game posters and pictures of stars and constellations that you used to call home, you find yourself in a larger room covered with... well not much actually. The ways are painted a nice bright silver so at least the owner of this room had some cool opinions when it came to color. Come to think of it you don't really see your sprite around anywhere. Oh well, you'll catch up to him later. Across the room you spy a computer with both Sburb and pesterchum installed on it, which you've discovered is the norm, so things are starting off normal. At least as normal as Sburb can be.
Currently it looks as if only two of the six names on the list are currently online. Odd you note. You've never been in a session with an odd number of players. You brush off this idea confidant that's nothing to worry about. You open up a chat with with both schadenFreudian and tradingcardGamer.
Hello?
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Post by dementedDamsel on Apr 13, 2013 19:48:19 GMT -5
It’s done.
The Black King, the sovereign of Derse, and the Lord of Oblivion and Permanent Endings, has been defeated.
Again.
This will be about the eighth time you seen the inevitable defeat of the Black King. His last over dramatic screech to the heavens, that makes your eyes attempt in vain to roll out of your skull. His encrusted crown, larger in width then the frog lily pad you are currently residing on, breaks and crumbles from his bald black head. His MASSIVE FORM faltering onto its knees, which are technically the segmented limbs of a millipede, but that’s neither here or there. His grip on both of his twin scepters of Light and Darkness loosen and FINALLY fail all together, both being dropped into the swirling VOID that lingers below us. His many eyes rolling back into the confines of his skull as the shroud of DEATH overtakes him.
It’s all so familiar at this point.
WELP. This session was pretty much pretty solid and routine. No permadeath’s, none of Dream Moons were destroyed, the Dersite agents were exiled without incident, and none of the co-players decided to go BATSHIT CRAZY and start PK’ing like an idiot. Really, the only thing that had a run for your BOONBUCK was one sboob Law Player deciding that he could totally handle being in his Underworld without an Unbreakable Union. You properly educated the little MORON on the stupidly of his bravado and stuck to him like glue whenever he decided to take a trip into his Planet’s Angel infested core. Yeah, pretty routine as Sburb goes, which now that you think about is a pretty rare event that should be savored.
Anyhow, back to the here and know. You and the others are saying your final goodbyes. There's promises of continued correspondence, along with tearful resolutions to see each other again. You severely doubt the chances of that but you decide to keep your tongue, like usually. No need to depress the poor sboobs. One by one everyone enters the DOOR TO THE ULTIMATE REWARD, we all know by now that there’s no such reward to be had, but as you watch the others go though, you can tell from their faces and crossed fingers that their still holding onto HOPE. What sboobs. You walk through and predictably lose all conscious for a second, only to . . .
Wake up.
Where you wake up in is a room with bright neon pink walls, which are littered with posters of high school movies from the 80’s. The entire BRATPACK is basically in this room. This mildly surprises you. Waking up seeing movie posters all over some kid’s room isn't much of a surprise at this point, but you must admit the 80’s theme did get a raise of your eyebrow.
Bravo, Skaia, bravo.
You look around the room some more and try to find your SPRITE. While looking around you notice the bed you were in has sheets that have the image of a giant HEART surrounding the head of the actor JUDD NELSON. You immediately decide that finding your SPRITE is temporarily unnecessarily and would only service to annoy the ever loving shit out of you.
Really, this girl needs to get a better HOBBY or INTEREST then watching this Hollywood schlock. Legitimate and creative hobbies like amateur poetry, calligraphy, or scarf kitting. Even your incredibly embarrassing fetish of writing DOUJINSHI would be a better use of spare time in your opinion. You also think professional fencing is pretty cool as well. Hell, it’s the main reason you use bladekind as your main STRIFE SPECIBUS.
After lasting off your interests you decide to look away from this tacky mess of a room by instead looking outside its window and find out what kind of neighborhood you’re in. As you figured it’s pretty much typically suburbia, with its identical houses, driveways and lawns that are trying way to hard to out compete each other. You start to experience a bit of nostalgia as you look out. You think about your own neighborhood, which you can barely remember, and start trying to think about the similarities your neighborhood and this one shared. Oh, wow, you’re actually getting a little emotional about this whole little trip down memory lane when suddenly . . . !
You hear the room’s laptop, which is also neon pink by the way, go off signaling an incoming message from one of your co-player’s. WELP. You figure this thing had to get started somehow.
Your name is ELSA GRAVES, and you are about to start your NINTH SESSION.
EDIT: You will later discover that you aren't in a normal suburb on an alternate Earth. In true this whole neighborhood was teleported with you when you entered the Medium and into your LAND. Seriously, if you had paid a little more attention instead of angsting about your long destroyed former home, you would have noticed that the SKY WAS FRICKIN BLOOD RED and that there were SKINNED CORPSES OF BEAR FLESH that were the size MOUNTAINS in the distance.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 13, 2013 19:56:15 GMT -5
To SF
TG: Oh, one moment, it seems some of our other players are coming online. Don't worry if I'm a bit distracted from now on, as I'll have three conversations going at once.
To GS:
-- galvinStarlight [GS] began pestering tradingcardGamer [TG]--
TG: Hello Mr. Starlight!
TG: First thing I need to ask- are you new to replaying?
TG: Second- any idea what got prototyped?
TG: Third- Who are you?
TG: My name is Ness Gardna, formerly of New Turtle City in the Land of Security and Metropolis, ever more formerly of Domino City of Earth, now of unknown abode, male, 14, professional Duelist and hobbyist video gamer, former Page of Mind, now of unknown title. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
To UM
-- tradingcardGamer [TG] began pestering unaffiliatedMerc [UM]--
TG: Hello, are you there Mr. Merc?
TG: Three things- How many sessions, what are your prototypes, and who are you?
TG: My name is Ness Gardna, formerly of New Turtle City in the Land of Security and Metropolis, ever more formerly of Domino City of Earth, now of unknown abode, male, 14, professional Duelist and hobbyist video gamer, former Page of Mind, now of unknown title. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
TG: Because I don't need ALL of my irons in the fire, would you mind terribly to pester dementedDamsel? If you're completely new and confused, just refer her to me. In fact, we should probably all just use a memo.
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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 13, 2013 19:58:24 GMT -5
SF: Okay.
SF: Okay, so the game doesn't end.
SF: It doesn't end.
SF: Why doesn't it end?
SF: The game is glitched.
SF: I don't know what happened. My friends told me we beat the Black King, and that was it.
SF: Then they were saying something else about the Reward, and I woke up here.
SF: Are you telling me that we just restarted the game.
SF: That is a really bad thing.
SF: I mean, I'm not blind anymore. But that's not important.
SF: We just did this. Why are we doing this again.
SF: No, wait. You already explained that.
SF: Okay, I'm just rambling at my keyboard now.
SF: But I'm terrified.
SF: Aren't you scared about this? That it never ends?
SF: I need to go.
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You immediately pull yourself away from the computer and rush towards the window.
You're not really feeling very Void anymore, but your stomach apparently feels that it should change that fact.
A few seconds and an unidentifiable breakfast later, and you can clearly see the rest of what this bullshit Land is supposed to be.
It's red. With hills. That's it. There's hills everywhere. In fact, this entire house is on a hill. You wipe your mouth of any unwanted substances and return to 'your' computer. There's a new window that wants to bother you apparently.
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SF: There's a bunch of hills everywhere. That's all I can see. No imps either.
SF: Yet.
SF: It's also quiet. Too quiet.
SF: I guess it's a lot more plain than my last land.
SF: So what am I supposed to do?
SF: The same thing I did last time?
SF: I don't want to do this again TG.
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-- galvinStarlight [GS] began pestering schadenFreudian [SF] at 15:36 --
GS: Hello?
SF: I don't know.
SF: I guess hello.
SF: So hello.
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Post by cursedTinker on Apr 13, 2013 20:09:40 GMT -5
VOIP
"-entirely uncalled for!"
You sway a little as the semi-familiar rush of teleportation hits you. You blink and look around. This... this is not where you are supposed to be. You were supposed to be in a bullshit white void, not some... uh...
Your train of thought stops. Where the heck are you? this place looks completely unfamiliar. You pause to try and retrace your steps. The last thing you can remember, you were in the middle of fighting the Black King when that Void asshole decided that using some sort of bullshit Void ability to delete all the game code except for that pertaining to the Ultimate Reward was a good idea. Of course, this left you and your fellow players in the middle of fuckall, nowhere. You were about to do the Hearty thing to resolve the situation, when suddenly, well, this
Who are you, anyways?
===->New guy: name thyself!
Your name is Don Silas, and you are a Guard of Heart. Though, judging from your surroundings, you might not be anymore. You're not quite sure what caused you to think that, but then again, this is SBURB, and the game seems to like to mess with your head.
Where are you, anyways?
===->Don: Examine surroundings.
You appear to be in some sort of shitty apartment. Lying around the room are stacks of unsorted issues of GAME BRO. Posters of unfamiliar sports stars adorn the walls. You feel your eye twitch as you recognize an annoyingly familiar spirograph logo displayed on the monitor of an annoyingly unfamiliar computer in the corner of the room on a computer desk you're pretty sure you saw at a yard sale one time. In front of it is one of those deceptively shitty swivel chairs that looks like fun at first but you know will crap out at any given moment without warning. Not that you would want to use it in the first place, as there is a pile of what looks like unwashed laundry sitting on top of it. Ew. Well, should just be a simple matter of reaching into you sylladex and- wait. What? Where's your dynamic pointer modus? This is your shitty loop modus you started with! There's no way you can do anything in a logical fashion like this!
Almost as if on queue, a bottle of Doritos decides to eject itself into your face.
This is doubly annoying since A) You don't remember ever captchaloguing Doritos in the first place and 2) you'll have to try and figure out what the eject conditions are on your own! ARRRGH! This is incredibly frustrating!
===->Don: Quickly retrieve arms from strife deck.
Right. You open your Strife Deck and pull out your PSYCHOSOMATIC RAINDRIVER and-
no, wait. It's just your Tier 0 Nerf pistol. What is even the fuck?
===->Don: Go check the computer. Maybe someone is online.
You're not sure why, but you make the assumption that the computer in the room is loaded with Pesterchum and make your way over to it. You jiggle the mouse to clear the screen saver and-
HOLY MERCIFUL SHIT, that is a lot of junk. You manage to close most of the popups and find that, yes, Pesterchum is installed on this terminal. You check the Chums list. It seems that schadenFreudian, insuppressibleFrost, tradingcardGamer, galvinStarlight, dementedDamsel, and unaffiliatedMerc are online.
Who are these douchebags?
===-> Don: Pester someone. Maybe they know what's going on.
You pick a name at random.
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-- cursedTinker [CT] began pestering dementedDamsel [DD} at 15:30 --
CT: Hello?
CT: Is anyone there?
CT: I've just been teleported here, wherever here is, and I have no clue what's going on.
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Post by galvinstarlight on Apr 13, 2013 20:15:21 GMT -5
To TG
Hello, TG.
Nice to see someone so friendly off the bat.
To answer your questions in order:
This is my third session, so while I wouldn't say I'm an expert (though I'd give that title to really anyone who was able to survive at least one session) neither will you need to worry about me being confused.
To answer your second question, I haven’t seen my sprite yet, which I find quite odd.
Once I figure out that piece of information I’ll let you know.
Lastly, name’s Ben Gazer.
Native Guard of Stars, and previous Prince of Blood.
Currently I have no idea what I am, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
To SF
Hello indeed.
Are you by chance German or just a fan of Avenue Q?
Tell me, what number session is this for you?
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Post by dementedDamsel on Apr 13, 2013 20:17:08 GMT -5
You notice while clicking through the former owner of this houses's laptop, that there seems to be something of a discussion brewing on Pesterchum. Apparently, the incoming message you heard was not just a private message from one player to player, but a group discussion of a couple of your fellow Players. You notice that one of them seems to have something of a brain and actually leadership qualities since he's getting some of the apparent sboobs educated to the fact that SBURB never ends.
Usually that job falls to you, but this tradingcardGamer guy is fast on the uptake.
You decide you move in on discussion.
-- dementedDamsel[DD] began pestering tradingcardGamer [TG]
DD: Well, well.
DD: You seem to be getting these people all in order rather quickly.
DD: I'm impressed.
DD: My name's Elsa. Elsa Graves, if you care about last names.
DD: Just wanted to have a nice chat with someone who looks like's he
actually might make something of a leader for this session.
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Post by unaffiliatedmerc on Apr 13, 2013 21:07:34 GMT -5
--tradingcardGamer [TG] began pestering unaffiliatedMerc [UM]--
UM: Oh, thank god.
UM: Thought I was alone for a sec there.
UM: Right, First session. It was an old old iPod and a copy of Good Omens. And my name is Miles Jackson. A memo is probably a good idea. And I'll pester dementedDamsel. Right now.
--unaffiliatedMerc [UM] began pestering dementedDamsel [DD]
UM: Hello?
UM: You there?
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