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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 14, 2013 18:15:24 GMT -5
--tradingcardGamer [TG] responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now -- TG: UM- Spanish. It speaks Spanish. TG: I thought all game constructs spoke English, even a protyped thing incapable of doing so previously? TG: Argh, more glitches. TG: Anyways, the thing that Jeremy was showing me was the fact that evidently my Consort Villages aren't static. TG: Or villages. TG: A city full of panada people, a literal Domino-sized city, just floated past my house on a massive island-platform-thing. TG: I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 14, 2013 18:19:06 GMT -5
TG: Also, how did you find out you were Knight of Rain if your Sprite can't communicate with you? TG: One more thing, Jeremy tells me that my title is the Waste of Dreams. TG: That sounds like a really weak and silly title.
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Post by cursedTinker on Apr 14, 2013 19:09:07 GMT -5
CCT: Wait, what? So we have to worry about flying horse Duel Monster imps with iPods? Well that's just fucking great. At least my specibus is ranged. CCT: As for my former player's prototypings, I haven't seen him/her yet, but based on the fact that a BOTTLE OF DORITOS (yes, a bottle. Who even thinks of shit like this? Is it for while you're too busy GRINDING MAD STUNTS YO to be able to use your hands or something?) just decided to clobber me in the face, I think I can safely assume that it's going to be something sports-related. CCT: My money is on a skateboard. CCT: I'm going to go look around, see if I can't get my bearings a bit. CCT: burb. --CURRENT cursedTinker [CCT] ceased responding to memo--
Right. That should keep those irons cool for a bit. ===->Don: Take a look around the house.
You exit the pigsty of a room that is now apparently "yours." You feel like you should probably be having some sort of existential crisis right now, but things are a bit too real for you to consider that. Looking around the hall you find yourself in, it looks like the mess was confined to the room. Well, that's one less thing to worry about. For some reason, the lights are out in the house. You try toggling the lightswitch, but no luck. However, the house isn't completely dark: you can see bright strobing lights filtering through the slits in the closed blinds. You pull one aside and are nearly floored.
As far as you can see, the ground is a glossy black substance that looks like plastic. The stuff is interweaved with white lines of the same stuff, causing a grid-like effect. In the distance, you can see some really odd-looking... things. They look like purpleish polygons stacked on top of one another as if someone had tried to render some sort of vegetation but failed miserably. As you look, a brightly-glowing orb of light floats past the window you currently occupy. As it passes, it slows for a second before stopping a few feet away. It hovers there for a moment, turns bright red, and vanishes with a squeak. Before you can puzzle out what this might mean, something grabs you from behind and yanks you away from the window.
From your grounded vantage point, you can see that floating in front of you is what you can only assume to be the sprite you have been saddled with.
He asks what the heck you think you're doing. You express confusion. He says that's how they find you, man. WhO? you ask. The Archagents? You remember them being a real pain in the ass in the last session. The floaty douchebag waves your question off and says no man, the establishment. You feel the tension you had been building up relax a bit. Lokos like you were right about this guy. And what do you know, there's a skateboard helmet formly grafted to the top of his head. You ask the guy what his name is. He says to call him Jason X. You decide that that's dumb and decide to call him Helmsonsprite. You ask Helmsonsprite what the deal with the polygonal plants are. He says it's something with math. He says that he was never good with math, and being a sprite as having all thuis extra stuff floating around doesn't really help, you know? You sigh and head back upstairs.
===->Don: Apprise coplayers of new discovery --CURRENT cursedTinker [CCT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo-- CCT: Welp, looks like I was right, unfortunately. CCT: I have some sort of skater douchebag who looks like he jumped right out of Game Bro as my sprite. CCT: Also he has a helmet on. I guess that was his prototype, so be on the lookout for flying horse Duel Monster imps with iPods AND HELMETS. CCT: Holy shit, really racking up the challenge here. CCT: Not that you can really top bullshit Yu-Gi-Oh creatures. I mean, seriously, what dumbass puts god monsteras into kernels? In any case, it looks like my Land might have something to do with math, according to Helmsonsprite (Helmet+Jason; I refuse to call him "Jason X"). CCT: Maybe geometry? The ground looks all grid-like, and what little "plant life" I can see looks like some art designer's abortion character. CCT: I'll probably find out more about the weird lights (oh yeah, there are these weird lights floating around. Forgot to mention that. The sky's pretty dark, but the lights make it not so much. One flew by me and I guess "saw" me, because it turned red, squeaked, and vanished) when I go exploring.
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Post by insuppresibleFrost on Apr 14, 2013 19:10:45 GMT -5
==> You leave the memo be for a moment, to see if you can find that sprite of yours. Given that this home is a travesty of virtual Luddite sentiment, you can only imagine that your sprite is going to be a doozy of a fellow. Much like the computer, he's in another isolated corner of the home. As if even he understands that he's a complete stick in the mud and should be ashamed for it. -- Spritelog -- Jana : howdy : Ah Why Hello There Milady. : Lovely Day For A Spot Of Tea On The Common Yes. Jana : oh my god you're french Jana : this is the worst possible thing : Not A Foreigner Milady. : I Merely Pride Myself On Being Excessively Cultured. Jana : excessively bein' the operative word here : Now That's Not Proper At All. Jana : what the hell are ya'll gonna do about it : Stare At You With Rather Oppressive Ire Until You Come To Realize Your Faux Pas. Jana : oh my i can't bear it Jana : please stop glaring at me Jana : forgive me : I Knew You Would Come To As Is Proper For A Lady. Jana : wow that was so obviously fake Jana : i'm actually kind of scared for ya'll : Well I Never.The sprite absconds into the distant sky. Of all the possible players to have to take the place of... This is either going to be hilariously bad or lethally bad. Or both at once. You return to the computer, and see that the chat has gone on a fair bit since you left. Good, you're not with a bunch of antisocial freaks like in your second session. IF : lookin' like my sprite's two parts ancient and annoying IF : like this whole house looks like something out of one of those stupid novels they force you to study in english classes IF : with the garden chairs and the tea and all IF : anyways i'm hopin' we got ourselves time and space players or this session's already off to a bad start IF : my sprite was impossible to hold a normal convo with so i have no idea what i am IF : and tg i had myself a pretty awesome dream player in my first ever session IF : page if the old brain's rememberin' right IF : boy kept coming up with crazy stuff for his attacks IF : like i never saw the same thing twice out of that dude IF : that might be part of the job description for you IF : hope you're the artsy fartsy type IF : lemmie just check who i'm the server for real quick==> You activate your server disc and take a gander at that there display. IF : she's loadin' up right now IF : if any of ya'll load up your screens and see a girl in a ten gallon and boots with spurs ya'll are lookin' at yours truly
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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 14, 2013 19:51:41 GMT -5
SF: Yeah okay. I'll boot up the server disk and take a look-see.
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True to your half-promise, you edge your cursor over to the SBURB SERVER logo and double-click like tomorrow isn't a thing. At this rate, you're not sure if tomorrow IS a thing. Surprisingly, the loading bar only shows as empty for a half-second or so before disappearing entirely and bringing up a new window. You guess this computer's pretty fast, actually. Now to find out what player belongs to this positively poster-painted pad.
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SF: Alright, I am currently ogling a room plastered with swim-suit model posters and miscellaneous sports equipment on my screen. SF: There's also a boy wearing a chestnut sweatshirt at a computer. SF: I'm moderately sure that's not you, IF. Though I applaud your declared sense of style. SF: Ah, and to whomever happens to be my server player, I'm currently situated in a black room, wearing blue jeans, white shirt, and a striped black-and-white jacket. SF: The overwhelming negrocity factor of the room and overwhelming confusion factor of my face should be the dead giveaways.
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Post by unaffiliatedmerc on Apr 14, 2013 19:59:34 GMT -5
--unaffiliatedMerc responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now -- UM: It's good at miming. UM: Also you can just tell when you're a [Blank] of Rain.
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Post by galvinstarlight on Apr 14, 2013 21:50:20 GMT -5
It seems that the general census is figuring out who is each other’s server/client players are as well as what everyone prototyped. You decide the second one to be a bit more important and you step away from the computer for a bit. Turing around you find yourself looking at the room you woke up in. Not many changes from when you first woke up. The walls are painted a light silver color though the room is very dark as the light is out and the curtain to the room’s window is closed. You decide to get a better look at just what your land is and pull back the dark blue curtains. Window uses flash. It’s super effective. You are blinded temporarily for a moment as an incredible light floods the room. You place your hand in front of your brow in an effort to fend of the foul substance but your eyes will need a moment to adjust to brightness. Ribbit. What was that? You ask yourself as you look down at the noise. As your eyes adjust you can see a single albino frog sitting in the window sill. Ribbit. Ribbit. Your run a single hand through your coal black hair as you stare out at your land. A flat plain of pure steel, reflecting an incredibly powerful light source. Light seems to echo from every inch of the ground making it difficult to see very far. You don’t really need to that far though. Frogs. There are frogs everywhere. Not just on the ground, but also on the sides of the house. There are frogs floating in the goddamn air. It’s like the frogs said “fuck you gravity I’m a frog and I do what I want. The things are just hopping around in the air like they don’t give a fuck. You stand there with your mouth agape in pure awe at all the majestic bullshit before. You feel a small pressure on your chest. You look down to see the same frog from earlier now somehow sitting on the vertical black t-shirt covered surface of your chest. Ribbit. At this you do the only thing that you can think of. GS: Fuck. GS: This GS: Shit! ??: Ha, you should see your face right now. You turn around to see a glowing douchbag motherfucker laughing at you. The only noticeable feature you see is that he has an incredible mustache. Well at least you found your sprite. --Spritelog-- GS: I was wondering where you were. Well mainly I was wondering what exactly you prototyped. Guess I also found out that I’m the space player. ??: No shit Sherlock. You figure that out on your own or did you get a hint from Sir Hops there. GS: Yeah. So, listen, I just need to know what exactly you prototyped so I know exactly what I’m up against. ??: It’s not fucking obvious. GS: You prototyped a mustache? ??: Hey, my eyes are up here. And yeah. Mustaches kick ass. GS: So let me get this straight. Out of all the awesome cool stuff you could have thrown into your kernel, you chose a mustasche? ??: Fuck you. Look at this glorious piece of lip hair. I am a fancy motherfucker. Classy as shit. Probably the most cultured dude in this session next to Lord Jumps. GS: Well then MustacheSprite- MS: Sir Vorpal Kickass’o GS: MustacheSprite it is. If that’s all I need to worry about I think the others will be happy to know they’re dealing with some more gentlemanly imps instead of some more dangerous ones. MS: Keep telling yourself that. MS: See ya round Sir Skips. Ribbit. You Sprite absconds, leaving you alone with the frog still on your chest. You gently pry the creature off of you and wipe your hands on your blue jeans. You get the feeling you’re not going to like frogs. -- galvinStarlight responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now -- GS: All right guys, just found some stuff out. GS: One, you’re reading the text of your space player GS: Yay me GS: Two, my sprite apparently only prototyped a mustache GS: Not exactly sure how he did that but there you have it. GS: Three, I’m the guy sitting in a silver painted room with an ungodly amount of light coming through the window with a frog on his desk.
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Post by dementedDamsel on Apr 15, 2013 0:01:07 GMT -5
Your about to respond to your new session's first group memo, which you notice has been implemented much sooner then you would have guessed, when you are diverted by a strange sound coming outside your new home. You leap out of this incredibly gaudy computer chair, and rush outside this even more appalling bedroom, to investigate this disturbance. As you walk out the door into this seemingly picturesque neighborhood, you hear the curious noise again. You figure it's about time to bring out your oh so exquisite bladekind. Alas, you know from experience that the bladekind in your Strife Specibus is not going to as exquisite as you hoped. Yep, just as you expected. You equip the, LACKLUSTER RAPIER OF THE MIDDLING. It's actually called the, DULL BLADE, but you like your title better. Oh well, you still can't be going into an unknown situation unarmed, regardless. As you slowly creep nearer and nearer to the noise you start to identify it bit more. It's much more of a yell, or chant. You figure it's a rambunctious IMP acting as they usually are. Dumb and annoying. You just love the sensation of lacerating an IMP. The shocked surprise of their faces, the silent cry for mercy in their eyes. You find the killing these soulless game abstractions so very therapeutic. Unfortunately, it looks like your not going to get your prescribed dose of IMP murder. Instead, as you finally get out of your creep to attack, you realize that the chant you heard was actually from your SPRITE! How unprofessional of you. How could you not notice the obvious pink glow that was being emitted from the then unseen source of the chanting. You unequip your bladekind, and decide to try and get the attention of the still chanting SPRITE. ---Spritelog--- DD: Hello there, Sprite.??: AND HE SHALL BE FREED FROM THE COLD-HEARTED GRASP ON HIS BEGETTERDD: Um, I'm trying to talk to Mr. Sprite, I know for fact that you have pressingly information to give to me about this Land.??: WHO WOULD SO CRUELLY OFFER HIM FOUL CIGARETTES AS A GIFT FOR HIS BAPTISM DAYDD: ..... DD: Baptism day???: NAY. I WILL SAVE MY BEAUTIFULLY BELOVED JUDD OF NELSON AND FREE HIM FROM A LIFE OF HOPELESSNESS AND DELINQUENCY.DD: No way.... ??: YES WITH MY LANCE OF LOVE AND MY GAUNTLET OF EMOTIONAL UNDERSTANDING, HE SHALL BE MINE.DD: The Breakfast Club....DD: Really....??: NOT EVEN HIS GUILD OF FELLOW ANGSTY TEENS CAN EVER TRULY FATHOM THE DEEP EMOTIONAL CONFLICTS UNDERNEATH HIS ARTISTICALLY SCULPTED, AND BEEFY MUSC---DD: STOP THIS INSTANT!??: HMM. DD: Was that some.... some kind of love song, chant, whatever to Judd Nelson's character in the Breakfast Club???: AH, YOU MEAN MY OATH OF LOVE AND HEARTFELT UNDERSTANDING TO SIRE JUDD OF NELSON. THE MISUNDERSTOOD ROGUE OF SHERMAN HIGH. ??: YES, I'VE BEEN PRACTICING IT SENSE I ARRIVED IN THIS SANGUINE LAND. I DON'T THINK I GOT THE TWENTIETH LINE JUST RIGHT YET, THOUGH.DD: I.... you know what. I'm not going to go along this anymore then I already have. Whatever you just did, I don't care one iota about it. DD: Just tell what this Land is called, what my Title is, and lastly what you've been prototyped with to make you.... like this.??: WELL MY DEAR, AREN'T YOU ASSERTIVE. Ladynelsonsprite: AS I, Ladynelsonsprite, I'M OATH-BOUNDED BY THE GREAT BLUE LORD ABOVE, TO ACT AS YOUR GUIDE AND SENESCHAL, I WILL IMPART ONTO YOU, THE LEGENDS ON THIS LAND. Ladynelsonsprite: FIRST YOU MUST KNOW OF THE NAME OF THE LAND. IT IS KNOWN BY THE GENTLE FAIRFOLK OF THIS PLACE AS THE LAND OF GORE AND BEARS, BUT WE FOREIGNERS MAY CALLED IT LOGOB. Ladynelsonsprite: YOUR DESTINY AND TRUE CALLING IS BEING THE SYLPH OF BLOOD. WHAT THIS TITLE REPRESENTS AND HOW IT WILL EFFECT YOUR GREAT ADVENTURE IS UP TO YOU.DD: Heard that line before.Ladynelsonsprite: FINALLY AS TO MY OWN ORIGINS, I NOW VERY LITTLE. ONCE I WAS FAIR MAIDEN WHO ONLY WISHED TO ONE DAY MEET MY MOST DEAREST LOVE, JUDD OF NELSON, THE FAIREST OF ALL TEENAGE HEARTTHROBS.DD: Would you please stay on topic.Ladynelsonsprite: ALAS, SOME UNFORESEEN TRAGEDY STROKED ME AND MY OWN BAND OF QUESTERS, RESULTING IN MY FUSION WITH A NOVEL THAT DEPICTED A LOVESICK CHEVALIER SEEKING HIS FAIR MAIDEN.DD: Yes, well, that's basically all I need to now right now. Do you think you can hand me my Pendant and hop instead it for awhile.Ladynelsonsprite: WELL OF COURSE MY DEAR. Ladynelsonsprite hands you your the Pendant. It looks exactly like all the other Pendants you've had to carry. DD: Oh, wait before you go, would you kindly explain to me why there's no IMP'S around, or why this whole neighborhood was teleported into the Medium as well?Ladynelsonsprite: I HEAR OF MAJOR RUCKUS AND CRISIS IN THE DARK KINGDOM OF DERSE. THAT MAY BE THE REASON FOR THE LACK OF THE DAMNED UNDERLINGS IN THIS PART OF THE LAND. FOR WHY THIS HAMLET FOLLOWED YOU INTO THE GAME, I CANNOT SAY. Ladynelsonsprite: GLITCH MAYBE?And with that, Ladynelsonsprite has leaped into your Pendant. She awaits to be summoned to your aid. You mutter that she probably should not hold her Breath. Damn, Skaia, you must really want to shake this game-savvy girl out of the dullness of her most recent sessions. Seriously, that was the most weird Sprite you have ever encountered in your eight sessions of experience. Hopeful, you won't have to resort to actually using that freak for much of your adventure. As you return to the freak's old home and get back to her gaudy room, you notice that the pesterchum has been rather busy. You suddenly realize that you've not yet responded to this growing group memo. You feel specifically bad about this since you kind of promised to follow up with a really important conservation with that, unaffiliatedmerc fellow on said memo. Instead, you allowed yourself to be distracted by that courtly fool. You fashionably take off your ROSE-COLORED SHADES and pinch your nose. " Stupid!" You should never leave a new player alone when he first learns about the Games's never ending playthroughs! Especially when said player is an admitted alcoholic!!! Oh well, you suppose you could have a much longer heart to heart with the poor sboob later on. Right now to have to transmit what you've learned from your overly chivalrous SPRITE. --dementedDamsel responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now -- DD: First I wish to apologize for being late to respond to this memo, which by the way I commend, insuppresibleFrost, for starting in the first place. DD: Scrolling through it a little bit, it looks like everyone is sharing whatever information they have managed to acquire as of yet. DD: This is wonderful, usually it takes much longer to get anywhere near as organized as we are now. DD: Especially when we have so many sboobs around. (I hope the use of term sboob does not offend anyone's sensibilities.) DD: Anyhow, to my own little discoveries. My Sprite has told the title of my Land. DD: It's called, The Land of Gore and Bears. Please don't be to alarmed by this Title, Skaia tends to make all it's Lands sound strange and ominous. DD: Also, my current Title is Sylph of Blood. It's the Champion Class, for those who don't know, and the Aspect represents the idea of friendship, blood ties and social cohesion. DD: The Sprite also informed me of it being prototyped by some kind of romance-fantasy novel. DD: So I would suggest you watch out for IMPS in obsidian armor. DD: Speaking of IMPS, she also mentioned something about there being a crisis on Derse. This may or may not explain why the Atomyk Ebonpyres are not functioning properly, TG. DD: Oh, how rude of me, I almost forget to mention my name. It's Elsa Graves, and this will be my ninth session. I started as a Grace of Breath if that is of any consequence to any of you. DD: If you have any questions or need any kind of emotional supportive, please, don't be to shy to ask for it. DD: Better yet, defer to this FAQ. archiveofourown.org/works/340777/chapters/551606 DD: It's writer has very typical, Might Player brofist personality, but the information is quite credible and extensive. DD: Lastly, UM, if you have any desire to have a private discussion about your drinking habits then feel free to talk to me about it.
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Post by unaffiliatedmerc on Apr 15, 2013 9:55:20 GMT -5
--unaffiliatedmerc responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
UM: So, I now know what the hell my sprite is saying. UM: Turns out she was fucking with me. UM: No, I'm not gonna type what she's saying. UM: Fuck her. UM: Anyways, I'm in the Land of Ice and Rock. UM: FML.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 15, 2013 14:44:24 GMT -5
TG: First up, seems I'm in the Land of Liquid and Structure- the first word explains the ocean, and I guess the second explains the floating cities. TG: CT- well, not "god" monster as such- it's only a level 5, and a weak one at that, but still not fun. TG: DD- I'll get the server disk up presently. Also, why is it that nobody ever reads that guide until at least their second session? Also, seriously, so much armor. Is it too much to hope for that they'll be so slow from all of it that they'll be unable to move at any speed or be a threat? *sigh* It probably is. TG: For whoever ends up my Server player, I'm the one with the cool green hat and red shirt with white sleeves, in a plain-looking, although neon-green (my eyes are starting to hurt, I think it's that way because Jeremy plays a Naturia deck [god I hate Naturias]), room. TG: Right, getting the server program running... TG: Where is it. TG: It's not here.
-- You turn around in your chair to face Jeremy, who's been hovering amicably (though a bit creepily) a bit behind you.
NESS: Jeremy, where's the server program? JEREMEFIST: oh that, i never got it installed. Ness: ...What. NESS: How is that even possible. JEREMEFIST: well, i kind of was the first one to die. i never even made it to the first gate, actually. never got a chance to install the server disk. or even get it. it should be somewhere in the house, probably in the mailbox. NESS: ...I don't even. NESS: At least, by the way, are you capable of telling me who my server and client players are? JEREMEFIST: oh sure dude, server's don silas, aka cursedtinker, client's jana philips, aka insupressablefrost. NESS: Thanks.
-- TG: Bad news, it seems that Jeremy managed to die before he even hit his first gate and never even got the server disk into his computer. TG: So it's in his mailbox, probably. TG: On the plus side, as I seem to be the only one with a sprite who can be intelligibly conversed with, I'm told that Don, aka cursedTinker, is my server player, and Jana, aka insupressableFrost, is my client player. Sorry Jana, it may be a bit before I can get you some alchemy equipment and such. TG: I'll get back to you guys soon. --tradingcardGamer [TG] ceased responding to the memo--
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Post by cursedTinker on Apr 15, 2013 15:23:00 GMT -5
Looks like every one else is talking to their Sprites to figure out their Titles and stuff. You take a quick glance at the FAQ DD posted.
Wow, that's a lot of words. Maybe you'll read it later, once the imps are- wait. Where are the imps, anyways? You noticed that DD said something about "Atomyk Ebonpires," but you have no idea what that means. Maybe she was referring to the imps that spawned in your house at the beginning of the last session? You do a quick search in the FAQ. Blech, more non-words. You decide that there's no point in delaying the inevitable and go to look for Helmsonsprite.
Unsurprisingly, you find him in what you assume to be the living room, playing one of those bro shooter military games. He looks up when you enter.
HELMSONSPRITE: 'Sup, brah? You look like you got some wicked questions on your thinking cap, dude. DON: Ugh, you can't be real. HELMSONSPRITE: Real as anyone can me, man.
You massage your head in an attempt to assuage your growing headache.
DON: Look, I need to know my Title and what this Land's deal is. HELMSONSPRITE: Oh, is that all, bro? Well, according to all this mystical sprite knowing I got going now, you're supposed to be the Sage of Time. DON: I'm the Time player? You're joking. I probably have the worst sense of time of anyone I've ever met!
The sprite shrugs.
HELMSONSPRITE: Hey man, I'm just the messenger. Now, as for your Land, it looks like it's the Land of Tangents and Paranoia, whatever that noise means.
You consider the possible ramifications of having a Land that is half devoted to paranoia. Does SBURB think you're paranoid, or is it some other bullshit paradox space thing? You had back upstairs to the computer.
CCT: Okay, after another brain-draining talk with Helmsonsprite, I have found out that I am supposed to be the Sage of Time. CCT: Woo hoo. All aboard the weird time shit train. CCT: I guess that explains the "Current" prefix on my Pesterchum client. CCT: In any case, I appear to be on the Land of Tangents and Paranoia. To whomever is my server player, I am in a room that... well, just imagine all the connotations associated with the word "bro," and you've got it. I'm the one wearing cargo pants and a T-shirt, both tan. CCT: I guess all that remains is to see who my client player is. CCT: Please hold. Your call is very important to us.
You tab away from the chat application and open up the SBURB server interface. Oh hey, looks like you have that Ness guy as your client. He's flipping shit about something- oh. Looks like the memo updated while you were talking to Helmso- you know what, he's Brosprite now.
CCT: Seriously? You have themed rooms based on what type of decks you use? That's just sad, man. I was initially thinking that no once could be more obsessed than you seem to be, but it looks like I was wrong. CCT: Also, saying that the monsters are "Level 5" doesn't mean anything. They're still fucking huge abominations with shitty oversized anime swords, and now obsidian armor, apparently. CCT: How does that even work? Wouldn't stone armor be ridiculously hard to move in? CCT: Then again, the stuff apparently comes from a fantasy book, so anything goes in that regard, I guess. CCT: Sigh. CCT: This is not looking good at all.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 15, 2013 16:05:52 GMT -5
Well, no use sitting around feeling annoyed at Jeremy's quick demise. You go out into the hall, leaving Jeremy in his/your room, and take a good look around. There are two doors, of which a quick inspection reveals that they lead to a bathroom and a room full of black-and-white prints of old-timey strongmen. You presume this to be Jeremy's guardian's room. Around the corner you find a much better location, that being stairs that lead down. Going down them reveals a landing which presumable used to have stairs going down the the apartment building's lower floors but which was now just generic tiles. You open the door and step out into the sunlight, and also a very hot tropical climate. It contrasts oddly with the strip of beaten sidewalk next to the worn road you're standing on, which itself contrasts with the jagged edge where it was cut off from the ground upon entering. Luckily you don't have far to go, and you just go to the mailbox with the Wheeler name that you noticed on your/Jeremy's apartment door. Except it's locked. Dangit. Well, only one thing to do for it. You stand in a really cool anime ready stance (as you fervently tell yourself it is) and engage your Duel Disk, and then do a big spinning attack combo on the mailbox that gives your idols a run for their money (same as above). The door falls off, and you throw away a mass of bills and flyers and pull out the server disk and immediately Captchalogue it for good measure. It is shuffled into your Deck Modus, which you just now realize is full of random candy products and junk commons that you guess belonged to Jeremy. You return to your (you decide to drop the /Jeremy's thing, it's freaking yours now) room and use your MAD DUELING SKILLS to pull out the disk. No wait that's a Watapon. You try again. Who even eats Wintergreens anymore? After a few more tries you manage to draw the card containing your server disk, and put it into your computer. While it loads incredibly slowly on this crappy computer, you take a look at the memo. What's this? It seems that CT's been bashing your favorite thing ever. --tradingcardGamer [TG] responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS-- TG: First things first, I've got my server disk and it's loading as we speak. TG: Second- CT. One of the only rules I have is this- you do NOT. Bash. Duel Monsters. 1) I don't think it's an obsession when it's also a profession. My awesome skills are what made my family a large chunk of the income. Also shut up, the Temple of the Raging Flame was an awesome place to sleep. 2) It means that it's not one of those "god monsteras" as you so eloquently put it. It's this (tinyurl.com/c5ob4my), which is highly preferable to, say, this (tinyurl.com/3p5tlbs). 2B) Battleaxe. Not a sword. Although I must concede on the "oversized" point. TG: Now, back to buisness; Jana, I can see your room and, of course, you. I think it's probably a good plan to get your alchemy equipment set up. I'll just move some of these bookcases... TG: Um, sorry. TG: Sorry again. TG: Stupid sticky ball-based mouse.
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Post by schadenFreudian on Apr 15, 2013 16:57:20 GMT -5
You read over the wall of text that just seems to be growing larger by the second. Honestly, you thought you were the only one playing SBURB, along with your friends. The prospect that there are other games, and other players is a bit unsettling. You were also not aware that SBURB was the kind of game that you could write a guide for. You were only vaguely aware of the fact that it was supposed to be a game while you were on your own adventure anyway; it seemed real enough. You begin typing, trying your best to respond to each person that requires or at least invites a volley of words back.
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SF: Alright. SF: So GS has Space as an aspect, and CT has Time as an aspect. SF: That makes enough sense. SF: But where's Mist and Void? SF: Before waking up here, I was thoroughly convinced that those four were the ONLY aspects. SF: You know, like the four things that make up the universe. SF: The laws of physics, the passage of time, substantiation, and nullification. SF: But apparently not? I think I'm one of those 'sboobs' you're speaking of, DD. SF: And I might have to take you up on that offer. Pertaining to the feelings and such. SF: And I think I have to read that guide. SF: But not yet, since there are more important matters at hand. SF: Also, I'm moderately confident that I am UM's server player, judging by the floating iPod lady and frustrated expression on my screen. SF: I'll begin laying down alchemical equipment immediately.
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You're pretty sure that you should be talking to your sprite like everyone else, but you got off on the wrong foot and maybe laying down these machines will be more productive. For the moment, you maximize the SBURB server window and open the PHERNALIA REGISTRY. You've still got the usual stuff. God you can't believe you're using words like 'usual'. This should not be your second time doing this. Taking a good look at the room this irked boy is in, you can't imagine finding room for anything but perhaps the Totem Lathe, but even then it would probably need to be in the middle of the room. Finding this to be less than optimal, you select the MOVE AND EDIT option. You remember your last house-shaped pointer thingy to be blue. This one's red. Huh. Anyway, you idly move your house-cursor thing to the bed situated in the corner of the room, click and drag until its location is more centered. Surely unaffiliatedMerc could understand giving up corner-sleeping privileges for the sake of not-dying. Without another moment of procrastination you open up the PHERNALIA REGISTRY once again, select the Totem Lathe, and drag the flat-ish machine to the corner of the room. Now to decide where the Cruxtruder will- Wait, how is he in the Medium if you haven't placed the Cruxtruder yet? That seems to be breaking some laws of causality there. You take a note to investigate this further when you have a few more fucks to give. You hop back on the memo.
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SF: Okay, UM. I've placed the Totem Lathe, but there's not enough room for either the Cruxtruder or the Alchemiter. SF: Wait, wait. There's some room for the Punch Designix. SF: Give me a moment.
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You quickly tab back to your server program and click and dra- Oops. You'll apologize for the ding in the wall later. You GENTLY place down the old sixties-computer-style piece of equipment, right next to the Totem Lathe. Close, for the sake of convenience.
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SF: I apologize for damaging your wall. Or the last player's wall, in this case. SF: If I am going to place any further equipment, I'm afraid you will have to explore a more spacious area of the house you preside in.
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Post by unaffiliatedmerc on Apr 15, 2013 17:34:23 GMT -5
--unaffiliatedmerc responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS-- UM: Thing is up! UM: The server, I mean. UM: I think. UM: Maybe it's the clinet? UM: I can't really remember much. UM: Booze does that. UM: And by booze, I mean the booze I drank before.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Apr 15, 2013 18:04:56 GMT -5
Luckily, it seems Jana took the time to poke around her house for a while before she got on the memo and therefore a large portion of her house is available to place things in. Looking at the Phernalia Registry, all the usual stuff is there, minus, understandably, the Pre-Punched Card. After accidently expending about 8 grist more than intended cleaning up the mess you made, you make some room and place down the equipment- you stick the Punch Desinix and Totem Lathe together in the hallway outside what seems to be the living room, the Cruxtruder in said room, and the Alchemiter in the bedroom after a little bed-shuffling. -- TG: Jana, I'm going to drop a chair on your Cruxtruder. -- You do so. The lid pops off with a burst of light to reveal... TO REVEAL...
Nothing.
Well, excluding the expected Cruxtite Dowel. Which makes sense, you suppose- the sprite's already there. -- TG: Splendid, your alchemy equipment is up and running. TG: Have fun... alchemizing while I attempt to build up to your first Gate, which should take you to somewhere in your Land if I'm not terribly mistaken. Well, I suppose don't, because with the current lack of imps your grist totals about 90 Build.
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