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Post by graveMusic on Aug 2, 2013 21:55:04 GMT -5
>You wake up in a room...
You are you. Jason Markson.
You habe your lucky red longsleeve drum and cross-drumsticks shirt on, a cool pair of black pants, and epic shoes.
>Look around room.
You look around the sweetmotherfgod.
There is so many Squiddles here.
Limited edition Squiddles, preorder Squiddle exclusives for exclusves mentioned in the form of limited edition Squiddles, and every piece of Squiddles merchandise ever.
Did you end up back in your room again?
>Captchalogue. EVERYTHING.
Sure, your FILE MODUS has room.
You will have to minimize hoarding of random junk over the course of the adventure, but you are NOT losing the Squiddles collection again.
Even if it is technically not yours.
You set up a Squiddles File on your File Modus. So it doesn't get mixed with other things, of course.
>Examine remains of room.
There is a bed, now just a mattress and pillow, a dresser, a computer stand, a Squiddles Home Fun Computer you somehow missed in your Squiddles collecting of near troubling proportions, and a Sburb box.
The room is now almost devoid of life... Kind of depressing.
You put the wallpaper back on the walls.
That helps a little bit.
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Post by lucidLeonine on Aug 3, 2013 1:14:56 GMT -5
> You wake up in a... strangely bright room. You don't think you'll be used to being diurnal.
Your name is CALICO LYNCIS.
You've got your short-sleeved collared shirt, long-sleeved black shirt underneath with that meowbeast-eye-looking symbol on it... still have your lucky bronze ribbon, and... no wings. No pompom. Your bangs are black, not white...
YOU'RE NOT A MOOGLE ANY MORE!!!
> Calico: Look around room
It... seems to be an average respiteblock from back on Beforus... bed, window that you're closing to save your poor eyes, dresser, computer desk with a husktop and a... "Sburb" box. There seems to a bookshelf, and quite a few posters for holy shit Final Fantasy and Zelda posters. They're... missing their horns, though... weird...
> Calico: Examine, then loot, bookshelf
Huh... all these titles are so short, they must be almost a millennium old! You assign a "Reading Material" shelf in your Bookshelf modus and captchalogue some books: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Harry Potter 1-3, the Hunger Games, and Drawing Manga for Assholes.
> Calico: Troll someone
Hm... looks like this "graveMusic" person is online... no idea who this is, but... you may as well...
-- lucidLeonine [LL] began trolling graveMusic [GM] --
LL: Um... hello? LL: I... 9uess you're one of my new coplayers... LL: Sorry, I still don't really understand this... this is only my furst replay.
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Post by agonyembraced on Aug 3, 2013 7:58:28 GMT -5
>Solooze:Step through the door.
I've told you, Solooze is dead. She died in the first session remember? I'm just agonyEmbraced now.Agony for short. Just another pawn in this came. But anyway, if you will just please refer to me by that name, we can both keep the meta-shenanigans to a low, and without wasting as much time while I repeat my insistence.
>Whatever. AE:Walk through the door.
You walk through the door to the "Ultimate reward" fully expecting what is to came as you glimpse over your shoulder, waving goodbye to your army of the dead that so bravely aided your team in the fight against the Black King. A breif watch of the credits, and then you white out. Or maybe black out? you can never quite remember. Maybe ending all of your sessions either insane or controlling your own movements as if through the mad strings of an unseen puppeteer is related.
Anyway, moving on. Some unspecified amount of time (for really, how can you specify time between universes?), you wake up, jolted by the night issues that keep your Sleep Ratio at a ridiculously low level. O.k., first things first, time to check out this home your going to be stuck in for the next year or so while you play this game. Hmmm....relatively generic, as far as their apparent interests. Not a lot of posters, just some video game ads. Way more computers than normal. Most places just have one. This dude has three monitors for one desktop, plus a laptop and some smartphone, from what you can see just without getting out of bed.This will be useful come game time. you can never have to many computers. And of course, the ever-standard sburb disk. You can get to that later, never know when the time between when you enter a new world and when the meteors start coming. A funny thought comes across your mind as always. This whole place has it's whole entire culture to it. And since you don't know it, and none of them will live to Replay, it's essentially gone forever.A fairly depressing thought you've had many times before. Checking more around this house shows him to be an even bigger tech fan and gamer than the average sburbanite (sburber?You never did quite figure out the proper term for a sburb player generically, covering both sboobs and replayers.). This dude has computers in various states of (dis)repair everywhere, and the closets seem to store more video games than cleaning supplies or clothes. Actually, outside of a drawer next to the bed, you don't think he has anywhere else to put clothes. eh, you'll just ending up alchemizing ones from the boring clothes you're wearing right now anyway. You return to your original room, intending to check on your new replayers on the computer, noting the crude, but powerful-looking entertainment set-up against one of the walls.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Aug 3, 2013 9:19:43 GMT -5
>Ness: Wake up?
You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. And you don't remember before that.
You remember a little bit, from your last session... the first couple days (that was a mess)... a fight, a reversal, a dragon...
Ness: Ugghhhh. Ness: I really hope I'm not making a habit of this forgetting-sessions thing.
You turn over, knowing you need to get up but not wanting to move.
You feel a poke in your back. You swat it away, and then you feel another one- this time red-hot.
Ness: Ow ow owwwwwww! I'm up I'm up!
You leap out of bed and look around. Then you hear a familiar high voice with a vague New York accent and smile slightly.
Lamplight: Hey kid. Nice to see you again. Ness: Oh, same to you, buddy.
You turn and see the small fairy-like being, red hair, pointy hat, wand of fire- your Spirit Partner, the Raging Flame Sprite. You ponder whether you should inform your coplayers of your abnormalities to begin with or on a need-to-know basis.
...Nah. What's the worst that could happen?
You take stock of your surroundings, and yourself while you're at it.
>Ness: Investigate room.
BOOKS.
It seems that rather than wallpaper or paint, your predecessor decided it best to cover the walls with bookshelves. The few spots without them are a curtained window and a desk with a bright lamp on it- the only source of illumination in the place- and a high-tech laptop alongside the two disk envelopes of SBURB. The floor is some soft bluish carpet. The books themselves are of varied subject matter- nonfiction and fiction of every bent. The door has several heavy locks on it. You notice there's no key in sight, so you're stuck in there for the moment.
>Ness: Take stock of yourself.
You don't seem to have changed any. Still around four feet tall, still have twiglike arms and legs, still have the general appearance of an eight-year-old...
Still have no hat, so your hair spikes up- over a foot of rock-hard spikes, three spikes alongside eachother with a slight back tilt and a red streak down each.
You still have your regular attire- white shoes, black pants, orange t-shirt with your FIRE symbol on it and a white long-sleeve under it, and you still have your glasses (thank Ra for that).
You still have your Guitarkind and Duelkind specibi, the former with the BEAT-UP ELECTRIC-ACOUSTIC with a TINNY AMP hooked up to it and the latter with a MASS-PRODUCTION DISK. You take out your Duel Disk, fanning out your deck to reassure yourself- yep, all of the good old Raging Flame cards. Your Deck Modus remains empty.
You sit down at the laptop, opening up Pesterchum and- rather than starting a mess of individual chats- just make up a memo and invite everyone.
tradingcardGamer [TG] joined memo GENERAL MEMO
TG: Hello. TG: Let us begin this session with a role call. TG: Ness Gardna, 12 years old, native Page of Mind, strife specibi Duelkind and Guitarkind, third session.
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Post by agonyembraced on Aug 3, 2013 9:59:31 GMT -5
Looking at the pesterchum on this computer, you notice an interesting thing: a memo invite. Must be another replayer who has some good sense. This may, we only have introduce ourselves one time, instead of once to everyone. Gotta admire the sense of efficiency already taking place here. tic-tock.
agonyEmbraced [AE] joined memo GENERAL MEMO
AE:Don't you mean "roll call"? AE:anyway, agonyEmbaced (agony for short), native bane of rain of flesh.this will be my fourth session. Chainkind and Slamkind are what i use.
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Post by lucidLeonine on Aug 3, 2013 11:41:24 GMT -5
As you put the finishing touches and send the message to this person, you hear a very familiar sound: someone has invited you to a memo. You assume it was one of your new coplayers.
lucidLeonine [LL] joined memo GENERAL MEMO
LL: Um... hello, you two. LL: I'm Calico Lyncis. I'm a native Ma9e of Law, I use bookkind and dicekind, and am on my second session.
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Post by paradoxTactics on Aug 3, 2013 12:17:22 GMT -5
====> Be the detail girl.You cannot be the detail girl because she is asleep. ====> Inspect the detail girl.The detail girl is totally out on what appears to be an eyerape-yellow bedlike object, surrounded by pillows of a similar color. Her hands are behind her head and her legs are crossed at the ankles; she looks as if she just laid down for a quick nap. ====> Wake up.Her eyes remain closed, but she smirks a little. ====> Wake up, now!She opens her eyes, but only because she wants to, not because she was told to. ====> Be the detail girl.You are the detail girl, and now that you have woken up, you are totally pumped. Though you know that hard times are ahead, you cannot be any more excited because this new session, because it is going to be A FUCKING AWESOME ADVENTURE YEEEEAH!!!! One can't help but wonder why you would be so excited about death, destruction, and general horribleness. ====> Look around.You look around the room and holyshitisthisforrealman The room you are in is large, easily the size of a small home, and it's really friggin' cluttered. The floor is littered with clothes, drawings, games, notebooks, puzzles, toys, ponies, and all the miscellaneous crap you could ever need or want. One side of the room is dominated by a giant-ass fish tank, which, upon closer inspection, is filled with dead fish. What a bummer. There are several desks, each covered in an incomplete project of some sort. A dismantled music box here, a half carved statue there, and a lot of creepy drawings. You slide out of bed to get a closer look at one, carefully picking your way across the floor. They're all of the same lady, you think. She looks a little different each time, but you are sure it's the same lady. You don't like looking at the drawings. A thought strikes you. It seems you never really got around to introducing yourself. Your name is ZELMA ROLAND, and this is your FOURTH (or, due to shenanigans and the narrator's own laziness, third) session. You were raised by THE DUDE on a boat in the middle of an ocean, in what you THINK is a POST-SCRATCH WORLD. You are BUBBLY and HAPPY, but are prone to RAPID FIRE MOOD SWINGS and MILD PARANOIA. You also like to TALK A LOT, and tend to RAMBLE when left alone for long enough. You have a tendency to GIVE UP when you feel like things are getting too hard, and have some bad SELF-ESTEEM issues. Gradually, though, you are gaining CONFIDENCE in yourself, and you feel like you have SBURB to thank. But only a little. You notice that there are three doors leading out of the room, which do you choose? ====> The left one. You take the left door, and walk into what is easily the nicest bathroom you have ever seen. Everything is stone and tile, all fancy, high tech stuff, though the lights all appear to be broken, and so do the mirrors. Thinking you see a shape in the darkness, you rush out of the room and slam the door shut. Well. Now what? ====> Open the right door.You open the middle door, and you find yourself in an empty room. Well, not quite, all that's in there is a small box in the middle. The room, like everything else in this giant-ass house, is pretty big. Not as large as the other two, but still kind of huge. You think it's a computer room. ====> Touch the box.Schweeeet! It's a holotop. You've never had one of these. It's friggin' awesome. After goofing off for a little while, you hop onto Pesterchum, the saving grace of a replay session where nobody knows anyone else. Oh. Someone already opened up a memo. You take note to make one for yourself, later, so you can get in contact with future you. paradoxTactics [PT] joined memo GENERAL MEMO. PT: heya! PT: zelma here, native maid of space, not sure what i am now, but that can be said for all of us :I PT: im 18ish, use icepickkind and improvkind, though that changes every session anyways, which, by the way, is now my fourth session. PT: its really nice meeting you all, and i look forward to being friends with everyone! :3 PT: oh, sorry if i talk a lot, by the way PT: i just wanted to put it out there right now PT: before i start getting on everyones nerves or something PT: its a bad habit that im trying to break out of PT: so PT: yeah! PT: hi!
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Post by graveMusic on Aug 3, 2013 13:17:02 GMT -5
>Notice computer.
You notice your computer appears to have some messages and a memo!
>Reply to message.
Take priorities!
GM: Your first replay? GM: Cool! I'm on my third. GM: Replaying kind of sucks. We all know that, but on the bright side, not dead yet. GM: just go with what you used to do, the normal thing you did to win the first session, and apply that to us random friends and you have replaying in a nutshell.
>Respond to memo
graveMusic [GM] joined the memo GENERAL MEMO.
GM: A role call? GM: Or as ae called it, a "roll call"? GM: Jason marksman, native bane of heart, third session. GM: Good to meet you all.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Aug 3, 2013 13:39:06 GMT -5
TG: That seems to be everyone who is currently online. Very good. TG: Now, has anyone managed to assess the nature of the planet we've replayed onto? Is it Earth, Alternia, Beforus, or some other, unusual planet? Does it have any striking differences to the norm? TG: I find it likely that it is, in fact, Earth, due to the short, Roman-alphabet-set titles of the numerous books populating this room, and similar characters on the keyboard and default fonts of this computer. TG: Regrettably, I can not investigate further, as my predecessor locked the door to his room from both directions, quite heavily might I add, and there is no key to be found by a cursory search. TG: Therefore, the rest of you must perform this task. TG: On the note of different planets, I must ask if any of you are unfamiliar with the existence of different species in this game. Judging by Calico's six/six name structure, evident quirk use, and the fact that this would be their second session, I think it likely that this would apply to them as a troll. TG: My sincerest apologies if that is not the case, but Calico, if I am correct, you would be presuming us to be trolls as well. That is not the case; in all likelihood the rest or majority of us are humans. There are a large number of anatomical similarities between the two, as well as some striking differences. TG: If I am correct in my presumptions, I would be happy to explain further.
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Post by lucidLeonine on Aug 3, 2013 13:53:39 GMT -5
LL: Oh... um, thanks, Ness. LL: Really, if there are any major cultural diffurences I need to know about, I'd like to hear. LL: Like, fur one, why are the titles for your books so short? LL: I've nefur been able to read two titles aloud in quick succession... it's nice. LL: Also, I'm about 8. Kinda... feelin9 really youn9 here. ._.
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Post by graveMusic on Aug 3, 2013 14:12:17 GMT -5
GM: My room looks like my room did in my original world, but I took everything into my sylladex. GM: So many squiddles. Best thing ever. GM:Looking out my window, it looks to be a different world than mine and just had landed in a room with somebody having a similar Squiddle obsesion as me. GM: This is going to be an interesting session. GM: And you discovered a troll by a naming convention? GM: My name is a five five thing. GM: The "on" part is like how lawyers have esq at the end of their name. GM: Says i play music.
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Post by tradingcardgamer on Aug 3, 2013 14:19:57 GMT -5
TG: The reason for the shorter titles would be that humans, as a society, existed for far less time than Alternian or Beforan society. Therefore, book titles have not been exhausted as with trolls. TG: As to your age? I presume you mean 8 sweeps, which translates to approximately 18 years. In sweeps, I would be... TG: Slightly under 6 sweeps old. TG: Other major societal differences are a lack of an equivalent to the hemospectrum, and in fact no difference in blood colour. Player colours are reflected in the iris, a coloured ring around the pupil of the eye that does not affect vision. The cclerae outside of that are white. TG: Humans also lack horns, have a much wider range of hair colours- though among replayers they tend to be either white or black- and have white rather than grey skin. TG: Psychic powers do not normally manifest in humans, nor do we have the purported strength of highbloods- in that way, trolls can be seen as biologically superior. TG: There are other differences, but these seem to be the most important.
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Post by agonyembraced on Aug 3, 2013 14:35:45 GMT -5
AE: o.k, anyone know the status of the other dudes that haven't answered yet? AE:as for my house, it filled with electronics of all kind, this guy must have loved building computers as much as using them. AE:gonna need to move this stuff out when we enter. AE:which says quite a bit, because their are games everywhere as well, though they're better organized. mostly in racks in closets. aE:as for my age, i'm also 18. started playing at 14.
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Post by graveMusic on Aug 3, 2013 14:36:11 GMT -5
GM: I'm the odd human out then. GM: My skin is grey. GM: Weird. GM: I am normal in the other ways, though.
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Post by graveMusic on Aug 3, 2013 15:01:24 GMT -5
GM: Just realized two things. GM: I typed my name like marksman again. Why do i keep doing that? GM: And i remember two of you from the boards. GM: Didn't one of you encounter a sword that was first guardiany? GM: And the other help me with something? GM: Cool!
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