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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 13:19:54 GMT -6
 {Show Post} Lennart Ignatz straightened up and glanced around his small room. He'd just finished talking to his friend, JACE CALDER, and she would be ready to act as his server player as soon as her copy of the game was installed. Knowing how slow his own ancient laptop was, Len had opted to install the client copy beforehand. It had taken him long enough to install the server copy when James was waiting for him. The thought of James reminded him that there wasn't any time to be wasted. The blond lowered himself to the ground and peered under his bed. Sure enough, there it was - the steel dagger he'd acquired in Germany and brought here, only to forget about it until now. Lennart quickly retrieved it and set it as his strife specibus. Rust, the friendly wild corn snake that had taken to living in his room, gave him a curious glance as he straightened up. "Just in case there's trouble," he told the serpent with a small grin. "Don't worry, I'm not about to fillet you."He turned back to his desk and plopped himself down in the old wooden chair. Pulling up Sburb, he reminded himself that he'd need to get Jace's IP in order to connect. Might as well pester her again; hopefully she'd finished her installation by now. -- napalmOcelot [NO] started pestering missguidedPreserver [MP] --
NO: Alright, I've got my dagger.
NO: How's installation going?
NO: We'll need to trade IP addresses in order to connect, by the way.
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 6, 2014 19:09:15 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again MP ==> Get your friend in the game!
Alright, this could either be the best thing she's ever done, or probably the stupidest. Either way, Jace is getting herself into way more trouble than she needs to be in. But then again, she IS the one who's getting the guy out from becoming Kentucky Fried Lennart.
She snapped out of her thoughts and also her momentary bout of spazzing as a pillow came flying through the air and landed against her head. Known to be done by the hands of the one known as Quinlivan. Oh, yeah, because putting him in charge of everything in the house is going to make everything better.
Anyway, back to the other guy.
MP: yeah!
MP: I totally got it in now! And heeeyyy!! I see you on my screen! Holy shit that is so weird and cool at the same time!
MP: so that's how quin is doing all that!!
MP: alright, so i sorta know what to do right now?
MP: cuz MC just dropped a whole bunch of shit on everythign an d i hve a feeling that it;s for the game
MP: well it's most definitely for the game, so i'm gonng just do that too and you'll probably figure it out i gues?
MP: quinny boy didn't give me the stupid walkthrough so i don't really know at this point, but here're the things anyway!
MP: After that i'm pretty sure i gotta go grab my bat cuz he said that here's gon be fighting
Jace took a look at the HUD and found all the giant contraptions that's been dropped into her house not minutes ago and quickly began to drop them around vqrious areas of the house, taking care to not crush anything under them before taking out the pre-punched card thing that's also been dropped on her head a while ago and gently placed it on Lennart's desk.
MP: There, that should be more or less it right?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 22:57:46 GMT -6
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The scent of smoke found Lennart's nose as he waited for Jace to reply to his messages. He glanced towards the window. The small house, which was at the side of a highway, had a good view of the city. Distant flames lit up the night sky and sirens echoed; Maine was on fire.
Somehow, the burning city felt less important than Sburb. The blond returned his attention to his laptop. Jace had already volleyed off a chain of messages on Pesterchum.
NO: Okay, great. We're connected then.
NO: I'm pretty sure you just need to place all of the free items for now. There should be four.
NO: Cruxtruder, totem lathe, alchemiter, and pre-punched card.
NO: James needed help getting the lid off his cruxtruder, but I might be able to manage it alone.
Jace seemed to be wasting no time in deploying all of the objects he'd mentioned. Hopefully the house wasn't getting destroyed in the process. Those machines had seemed really big, and he wasn't sure if there was enough room for them. But sure enough, Len's server player reported success on her end after a few minutes.
Lennart got to his feet. The first thing he examined was the pre-punched card; it showed a bottle of what looked like alcohol. A rag was sticking out of the neck. Interesting. James' card had shown a slice of cake.
He knew what to do next, as he'd just helped his friend get into the game a few hours ago. Collecting his laptop, Len headed downstairs. He found the three machines wedged into whatever empty spaces Jace had seen. Following a brief investigation of the huge contraptions, he moved over to the cruxtruder and gave the wheel an experimental twist.
As he'd expected, nothing happened. Something moved inside the chimney-like protrusion, but it was held in place by the lid. The eighteen-year-old uncaptchalogued his laptop and requested Jace's help.
NO: Nope, I can't get the lid off this thing.
NO: Could you hit it with something heavy for me?
NO: There's a few pots and pans on the counter that may work.
(When you're ready, you can do the first prototyping of the sprite. Tier one can be one of the black candles from the small Satanic altar in Len's room, and tier two can be Rust the snake.)
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 10, 2014 22:04:00 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again ==> Multitasking was a horrible idea.
Yes, thank you mysterious voice in Jace's head, that will be all for now. Jace is definitely beginning to regret her choices of being server and client at the same time right about now though.
And above all that, Quin is mad at her. OR at least, mad for realsies now. But in your defence, he should've just given you the link to that friggin walkthrough so you didn't have to run out of the room and waste precious minutes with helping out your other friend, Leo.
Speaking of which, you just managed to check back on the pesterlog with him and hey look, there's the exact machine that's sitting in her room right now.
MP: oh, yeah! sure sure!
MP: sory i took a while
MP: getting down to it right now though
Jace moved the cursor over to the various pots and pans on the counter. She would've been excited as all hell to be doing this is no one's life was in jeopardy. Yeah, totally no pressure there. She saw to it that the entire pile is selected before carefully dragging it over to the lid and promptly swept it over the lid, hopefully with enough force since JAce can't exactly gauge her strength when she's using a mouse.
Though something must've worked though as the screen whited out for a brief period. In that brief period of time, Jace went to attempt opening her own cruxtruder. Only to have it fail miserably and requiring the help of Quin. It also left a dent in her bat which was seriously upsetting.
MP: alright-woah whatt the hel is that thing
MP: it looks so weird can i poke it?
MP: okay wait no , gott a focuse.
MP: what do i do with that thing?
What Jace was indicating was the glowy floating orb that is now right above where the lid of the cruxtruder used to be. And if the girl was any more observant, she would've noticed a timer slowly ticking down the time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 23:02:55 GMT -6
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There was a loud clatter as the pots and pans suddenly leaped into the air, not unlike a frightened housewife springing onto a stool upon seeing some sort of rodent in her home. The metal cookware flung itself violently across the room, Lennart ducked out of the way. Luckily, the combined force of the flying objects was enough to knock the cruxtruder's lid right off.
A blinding flash of light caused the blond to recoil. For several seconds, he could see nothing... but then the light faded, and he could see a floating spirograph lurking in midair. With a small nod towards the not-yet-prototyped sprite, Len moved on to investigate the cruxtruder again.
Now the timer had started ticking down. Lennart definitely felt pressured even though he knew what to do from his observation of James' entry. Giving the wheel of the machine a twist, he retrieved the cylinder that popped out... but before he could move on, he noticed Jace trying to get his attention on Pesterchum.
NO: The floating thing? That's the sprite.
NO: As the server player, you need to prototype it with something.
NO: It changes form based on whatever touches it. So...
NO: Grab something off my altar upstairs, and see if you can do it with that.
NO: I've got to hurry with other things while you do.
NO: Getting crushed by the meteor that's sure to be headed my way is not really high on my list of priorities at the moment.
He re-captchalogued his laptop and hurried back upstairs to his room. The pre-punched card still lay where he'd left it on his desk. Captchaloguing that as well, Lennart returned downstairs. He hastily shoved the card into the totem lathe's slot (his fetch modus, Cloud, was great for retrieving things without a hassle; the only downside was that it caused all his items to "rain" to the ground whenever it got too humid) and clamped the cruxite dowel into place.
Activating the machine, Len watched as the totem was carved in a matter of seconds. He captchalogued the totem. One step out of the way. Now to see whether Jace had had any luck with the sprite...
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 13, 2014 22:51:15 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again ==> Do the Prototyping thing
While Jace waited for Quin to do his thing with her cruxtruder, she quickly read through what must be done with what she knowsnow as a sprite and quickly switched screens to go upstairs.
Hmm, altar..altar... Woah.
Alright, Jace wasn't sure how to react exactly to what she's seeing but she's pretty sure there's plenty wrong with whatever's going on here. But no time to be disturbed with whatever her friends' weird habits are.
Jace quickly picked up the least "evil" looking thing there is on the altar, which turns out to be a bunch of lit candles and figured that something would happen if she just tossed it into the glowing spirograph. Unsurprisingly, something did happen, and at the same time, a blinding light came from behind in Jace's own room and she turned around just in time to see her very own bright blue sprite floating just above the cruxtruder. Alright, time to get down to business.
She took a look at the now candle looking sprite on her screen and decided she'll do the second prototyping later, getting down to her own thing first.
The brunette didn't take into consideration that there was Leo's pet snake slithering around and, well, like any curious animal, inspected the odd floating object and inevitably prototyped itself.
OOPS.
(OOC: Hope this works xD)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 20:44:35 GMT -6
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It took a little longer than Lennart expected for several black candles to come zooming down the stairs. He stifled an amused laugh, in spite of his situation. Perhaps his friend had been a little surprised to see a Satanic altar - but of course, he wasn't one of those devil-worshipping nutters. As Len expected everyone to realize, atheistic Satanism didn't involve animal sacrifices and whatnot.
That didn't mean his grandmother was too happy about the altar, though she generally left it alone. His parents, had they been on the same continent, would probably still be hounding him about exorcisms. In retrospect, the entire situation had been rather hilarious.
The blond was jerked back into the present when there was another flash of light. As soon as he could see, he moved to investigate the sprite - and he hadn't taken two steps towards it when there was a hiss.
Rust had been slithering about on a nearby shelf. Startled by the prototyping of the sprite, she hissed and attempted to strike it. But instead of the corn snake sinking her fangs into the candlesprite, there was yet another burst of blinding light.
Lennart groaned in exasperation. "Great. Now she's part of that thing and I won't be able to get her back." The sprite (now in the form of a dripping wax serpent with a glowing flame in each eye socket) didn't seem to be upset about this turn of events. It gave a snakelike grin instead, then floated away to another part of the house.
NO: Hey Jace?
NO: There's a candle-snake thing cavorting around my home.
NO: I sure hope that thing can speak in some language that I understand.
NO: Because that's gonna be a problem otherwise.
On top of that, the timer on the cruxtruder was still ticking steadily down. Len began to wonder why on earth he'd agreed to play this game in the first place.
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 17, 2014 9:37:40 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night
the world begins again ==> Whoops.
Jace took this chance to relieve her own eyes of her sprite just in time to see the wax snake, (Snaxsprite?) float/slither out of the room.
MP: At least yours should be able to open it's mouth to say something
MP: jesus christ you should've see n what quin did wiht my sprite
MP: it's so creeopy
MP: and it can barely open its mouth rn
MP: anyway, just a heads upish
MP: you have about 4 mins left to do stuff
MP: and i do too actually, i might be mia-ing for a while now cuz i can literally fel the heat of the metoer on top of my house
MP: so if you need me to do anything else, speak inow or forever hold your piece
MP: ...
MP: or was it peace?
MP: grah, no mater
MP: i'mma brb real quick like
MP: actually no i'll be on my phone!pesterchum
MP: just holla if you need anythin
Jace them closed her laptop and recaptchalogue it. Whipping her phone out instead to ask for further assistance from the other guy.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2014 22:05:52 GMT -6
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NO: What on earth did he do to yours? Butcher it?
NO: I guess my sprite will be sorta helpful even if it can't exactly speak English.
NO: Rust used to be friendly, at least for a wild corn snake.
At his friend's words, Lennart shot a panicked glance at the timer on his cruxtruder. Sure enough, it currently showed 3:56. The blond gritted his teeth and typed a lightning-fast reply before closing Pesterchum.
NO: Oh man. I hardly even noticed.
NO: I should be fine for now.
NO: Try not to die, okay?
-- napalmOcelot [NO] ceased pestering missguidedPreserver [MP] --
He captchalogued his laptop. Having already collected the carved totem earlier, all that was left was to create the item that it represented. So, knowing that he'd probably be obliterated if all did not go smoothly, the German swiftly moved over to the alchemiter.
It was a rather strange contraption with a huge platform. Len had a vague memory of how it worked from watching James' entry. He uncaptchalogued the carved totem, placed it quickly on the little stand, and activated the machine.
It sprang into action at once. After scanning the totem, there was a pause... then the object from the pre-punched card was suddenly sitting on the platform.
Lennart, of course, knew how a Molotov cocktail was supposed to work. Not that he'd ever used one. He'd need a lighter or something - and luckily, a single strike-anywhere match was sticking out of the neck of the bottle. He captchalogued the cocktail. Not wanting to blow up his house, the boy hurried outside.
Outside, it was getting warmer by the second. He couldn't help his gaze being drawn to the sky, where a huge chunk of flaming rock was bearing down on his home from the stratosphere. If Sburb's creator's could've spoken to him right now, Lennart was sure they would have said, "Hey, no pressure or anything. You'll just become part of a crater if you screw this up."
There was a definite note of panic in his movements now. The wax serpent sprite had floated out of the open door and was hissing urgently at Len. With thirty seconds to go, he removed the bottle from his inventory... lit the match... set the rag on fire... and lobbed the Molotov cocktail across his small backyard.
It smashed on the ground and erupted in a plume of flame. Lennart Ignatz escaped the meteor with roughly seven seconds to spare.
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