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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 2, 2014 9:11:26 GMT -6
♚End of the world as we know it.
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| => Locate your game.
Your name is Jace Calder. It's been about a month since you've placed your order on the game of the year. And yet, here you are, game-less, when a friend of yours halfway across the country has already gotten it. Now, you got the nagging feeling that maybe it has already arrived but your dad must've gotten to it first. Yep, that definitely has to be it.
=> Get on Phone!pesterchum.
Bah, you'll get down to pestering the guy later. After all, you just got off the computer to go look for the damn thing.
=> To the lost and found!
Yeah, apparently people forget a whole bunch of stuff in the library. It's nothing important most of the time. Well, nothing special to YOU at least. But it must be to the people who lost them. Exam notes? Pchew, good luck to them. Now where's that package?
=> Package located!
Wow, that was a lot easier than you expected. You'd think you'd at least run into some sort of obstacle or something. Maybe run into your dad a few times, or maybe get a book shoved into your face. But nope! Everything going smoothly! That's surprising. Speaking of which, where is your dad anyway?
Meh, probably off doing librarian-y things. The family library's not huge, but it's still big enough to miss someone in. Alright! Back to the room!
Oh, but first things first.
--Phone!missguidedPreserver [MP] began pestering machievellaCharm [MC]
MP: dude guess what?
MP: i got the gaaameee!!!!!
MP: i knew it hasd to be here this whwole time!
MP: what efven takes a month to get here by airmail nowadays anyway?
MP: best get your game and your game face by the time i get back up to my rom/1 ;D
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 2, 2014 10:09:41 GMT -6
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Jace
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=> Preen
Your name is Quinlivan Fontaine, Quinn or Q for short, and you are one stunning specimen of a human being. There is not a hair out of place on your glorious head and your style is impeccably slick, even when you’re at home alone. Especially when you’re at home alone. You didn’t have a mirror put in every room for nothing. Even the mythical animal statues seem to admire you as you walk around the house on your usual meet-and-greet rounds. You are also the smartest person you know, barring your sister (whom, by all accounts, is just as intelligent and crafty as you are, which makes sense genetically), and you know a lot of people. Wonderful.
=> Daily Ryanne Updates
Speaking of your darling sister, you open up an email page and start typing to her, just shooting the breeze. Being in Harvard, if Ryanne was to be believed, was awfully dull sometimes, so she looked forward to your usual emails. Since you are a fundamentally good person, you indulge her, and in return she sends you titillating anecdotes about some of the daft tools there. It’s a surprisingly amusing way to pass the time, plus the two of you can keep up the façade of affectionate siblingship.
Well, it’s not really a façade at all. The two of you really do love each other. But then you have tried to kill her, albeit indirectly, so…
=> Answer pestering pester
What’s this? Your long-suffering American friend, one Miss Calder, has poked you once more. You quickly wrap up the email (signing it With love, the Q-test Fontaine), hit send, and click the sporadically blinking icon.
MC: Congratulations, little bird.
MC: You’ve surmounted the horridly difficult task of using your eyes at last. Well done. : D
MC: Also, I can name several things that would fit that prerequisite, namely large packages, but that kind of talk about the real world tends to bore you.
MC: And don’t worry, dear Jaslyn, I’m seated at my computer ready to go whenever you get your act together. So would you kindly hurry up?
=> Settle in and wait
You close the chat box and find the game on your desktop. The green, abstract house logo stares steadily at you. You are using a state-of-the-art laptop, if anybody wants to be privy to that information. It is sleek, black, and light as a feather, with specifications that no other machine could even hold a candle to. Ryanne had given this to when you had turned eighteen, as a cruel sort of joke (compensation prize for lack of inheritance). In turn, you had threatened to put her in a mental hospital. Such good times. |
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 3, 2014 2:20:13 GMT -6
♚And I feel fine.
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| => Ugh.
Cheesus crust.
Can this guy get any more obnoxious? You eye rolled at the response as they steadily filled the screen of your phone. Some times you wonder why you're even friends with him. But then again, it has been a few years.
=> Respond to MC
MP: my dear quinny, you severely underestimate my attention span
MP: besides, there's a whole lot of things that'll get me bored but talking about this gaem is definitely not one of them
MP: also, i'm pretty sure this is the game
MP: there's a big green houes printed on the side and everything !
MP: i'd take a picture of it but hen my hands are kinda full
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You locked your phone, watching as the screen go black before putting it into your pocket....just to have it notify you of another incoming message. Man they sure reply fast. WEll he can just hold his horses. As you raced back to the comfort of your room, you completely missed a small post it note stuck on the door frame to the room, informing you that your father just went out to grab some more groceries and won't be back for another half an hour.
Whoops.
=> GAME TIME!
But first, you check your pesterchum. Can't leave the guy hanging after all.
Huh.
Turns out to be a totally different guy from who you were expecting. You skimmed through the messages, blinking before typing back your reply. Well, it's still sort of the same session, you have no problem playing your game while at the same time getting into your game too.
And now, for the other guy.
MP: I am back baby!
MP: oh! also, Len just messaged me as well
MP: turns out we all got our games already how awesome is that?!
MP: james is practically halfway throug halready , just as i predicted
MP: ayway, enough dily dallyinh, i'm installing the game now.
==> Do the thing.
You don't need to be told twice. You practically ripped open the box, finding the client disk before slapping (not literally) it into the disk drive and just waited as the computer does it's thing.
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 3, 2014 10:30:43 GMT -6
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you
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=> Check your messagesTypical. The trigger happy bird has already sent you a rapid-fire series of texts in the span of what, several seconds. You decide to let them go unanswered, seeing as there really was nothing decent to say, and the things you actually wanted to say would probably be detrimental to the relationship as a whole. => ReflectYou frown at the mere thought of mulling about the morality of your past actions. Why? What’s done is done, boyo. True, you probably haven’t been the most honest person, but none of them know the truth. Ignorance is bliss, innit? They were all just lines of coloured words, just another game you play when you get bored of hearing your own voice (which rarely happens, but for the sake of exaggeration, there we go). In a way, it was harder than pulling the blinds on your schoolmates because sometimes you just can’t stop your fingers from typing the way you truly want to. Acting through the spoken word, arranging your facial expressions, and composing your body language came much, much easier to you. It really is a shame your online pals could not see your real brilliance.=> Check messagesHrm, from one Mr Alvey. Something is definitely off about this game, SBURB, because despite everything even you can sense the seriousness emanating from those dark blue pixels. Keep an eye on the sky, keep an eye on the sky. Like arc words in a movie or something. Curious.You reply to him and pull up the many-times mentioned Lennart, or ‘bomb wildcat’, as his handle would have you believe. Honestly, the things people come up with as their display names. You start off like you always do: your usual typing style, straight from the heart with just a small bit of filtering to seem civil. As you sniff out the nature of the fella, you’ll adapt to insinuate a rapport with him, changing your tune to make him dance. Worked, works, will work every time. In Jaslyn’s case, you’ve known each other for long enough that she now believes that the version of you she loathes and loves is the real one. Close enough, but no cigar.=> Reply to the birdSo much communication in so little time. Makes you feel rather important, doesn’t it? Casting out your strings and hooking them into people whether they like it or not.MC: Quite awesome, yes. Now we can all play together like the happy little family we are.
MC: I’ve had a bit of a chinwag with dear James. He has some alarming reactions. But nothing you can’t handle, Jace.
MC: Tell me when you’re done. I can see where you’re coming from now: honestly a bit impatient myself.
MC: And I will help you wherever I can. I’ve got the walkthrough, of sorts, up and everything.
MC: : D
You are not impatient, but it’s crucial to make her think that you share her sentiments. You will, however, help her as her server player. Apparently. There’s nothing else you could do anyways. With information from James and Jace a few steps behind, you can make the bird rely on you like a splicer to ADAM. => What?What? |
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 4, 2014 10:01:14 GMT -6
♚it starts with an earthquake.
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MP: Mm
MP: yeah, it actually kinda sound really serious from the way len's putting it?
MP: also, how did you manage to find a walkrthrough anyway?
MP: i thought theere wasn;t anything of it online?
MP: not that i'm complaining, i think i might need to have a look at that too mysefl
MP: sounds like things are getting a little intense for LEnny threre >:L
=> actually game time.
You watched as the client disk finish uploading first before placing the server disk in as well. To be honest, this might not be the best call in the world right now, but hey, if you're the only one keeping the guy from turning into Kentucky fried Lennart, then you'd be more than happy playing the game while server-ing as well. What could possibly go wrong!?
MP: Okay!!!!
MP: I got tge thing installed!
MP: ....
MP: hmmm...
MP: ntohing's popping up though
MP: MAYBE IT'S BROKEN?!
MP: anything up on your side?
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 5, 2014 7:27:11 GMT -6
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you JAZ |
=> Paint yourself a little kinder, but not by much
MC: At first I thought so too, but then after a consulting our situational expert, dear James, I was helpfully directed to one.
MC: As it is, he’s composing a walkthrough of his own.
MC: Though I reckon he’s a bit occupied right now for anyone else to pester him. Last time I heard, he was engaged in fighting something.
MC: Actual, physical fighting.
You do not give her the link.
=> Fret for five seconds
If this game involved whipping out your strife specibus, you were in for something interesting once it was your turn to be a client to someone. Your forte lies in your mouth and your tongue (dirtiness included), not your flimsy butterfly knife. While you can unfold and fold it with masterful ease, actually stabbing or slashing will be significantly harder, seeing as you never had any reason to practice. The thing itself was another gift from Ryanne, meant for showing off or making empty threats.
=> Stop
Time’s up. You decide to cross that bridge when you get to it.
=> Run the server program
Once you receive Jaslyn’s most recent message, you swiftly double-click the house icon meant for the server. Your eyebrows raise as you are met with a curious loading screen: a gently pulsing spirograph with lines of text rapidly flashing as the game starts up. The text thing was relatively common; it was the shape that intrigued you. You feel like it means something, but as quickly as that thought occurs to you, it is whisked away.
Keep an eye on the sky.
=> Get a drink
You gauge that you have about ten seconds left as the bar fills, so you push yourself away from the desk and rush downstairs, jumping down the last two steps. Sparing the silver phoenix next to the fridge a glance, you grab a glass and, after a moment’s consideration, forgo the scotch and fill the glass with icy water. You pluck three lollipops (cola, cola, strawberry) from the jar near the doorway and captchalogue the lot (three of diamonds for the water, eight of spades for the lollies). You return to your room with all haste.
=> Settle in and start
A queer sight greets you as you approach your desk, deftly pulling the glass and candy out of your sylladex and setting them down to the side. It looks to be a view of someone’s bedroom. A horridly chaotic one at that. Sweet St. Patrick, just looking at it makes you nastily dizzy. Your eyes focus on a figure in front of a computer, though, and a sick realisation comes over you as you recognise it as your American bird.
James was right. This was immersive as all hell.
You settle into your cushioned office chair and grasp the mouse steadily. The initial shock and astonishment hurriedly bleeds out and is replaced by growing excitement. You click and drag a pillow and delight overcomes you like a wave when the object actually moves along with your cursor.
=> Get crackalacking
MC: Don’t worry Jace, it’s not broken.
MC: Not broken at all.
MC: I am literally watching over you from above, my dear. I am your smiling god.
MC: Let me show you.
Giddily, you take the pillow and drop it on her head. This is too good to be true. It’s like a real life version of The Sims, and oh you absolutely adored that game when you were younger. The sense of complete control had been orgasmic.
MC: Your room is filthy, by the way.
MC: I might clean up when there’s a lull.
MC: For now, though, I have the walkthrough on my browser, and it says to deploy this ridiculous sounding word.
You explore the HUD, taking in the various icons, counters, and controls, and find the Cruxtruder. Everything else in the construction menu is greyed out, and so you click on it. With a slight stab of delicious vindication, you plonk it down smack in the middle of the room, crushing the majority of the mess. After glancing at the walkthrough, which is rapidly running out, you deploy the Totem Lathe (outside the room), Alchemiter (in the main hall), and a pre-punched card in quick succession, dropping the last one on Jace’s head. This gives you strange joy, and you can’t help but giggle.
As if you just remembered, you snatch up one of the lollipops (cola), unwrap it, and plop it into your mouth. You suck with relish, pushing your glasses up by the bridge.
MC: You should see a counter of some kind. It’s essential to beat it.
Keep an eye on the sky.
MC: Now, you have to take a cruxite dowel from the Cruxtruder and put that into the Totem Lathe. Annoyingly, the walkthrough cuts off kind of abruptly there, so I have to figure the rest out myself.
MC: I assume the pre-punched captcha card goes into the Totem Lathe, seeing as there’s a slot for that.
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 7, 2014 10:46:22 GMT -6
♚Listen to yourself churn.
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You squint at the screen in confusion. OR at least, with even more confusion than before. You friend says there's nothing wrong with it, but then all you can see is just the server disk continue to be installed into your computer.
=> POMF.
Suddenly, you felt something soft come into contact with the top of your head. You turn around to see your pillow sitting beside you.
=> Freak out.
Wait. Not yet. Quin just typed something again. Mmmm.......
MP: am I right to feel less secure now that I know you're actually in charge of my room?
MP: but holy shite that was stil awesome as hell
MP: how'd you do that?
MP: and even think about touching anythign in my room!
BAM.
Well...he didn't exactly touch anything.
MP: DUDE
MP: AT LEAST MOVE THE THINGS AWAY BEFORE PUTTING SOMETHING THAT HUGE DOWN GDI
MP: ASDEIFKB
=> Inspect the card
It doesn't look very different compared to a normal sylladex card. OF course this one wouldn't be usable anymore considering the holes in it.
MP: I don't exactly see a counter anywhere
MP: It's not on my com screen either
MP: and wth is a cruxtrubder anyway
MP: also since you can see me now
You looked up at a random direction hoping it's from the direction Quin is looking at you from and flipped the bird at him. SEriously, guy deserves it.
Alright, enough dilly dallying, you cecked your computer to see your server disk has finished downloading and see a room appear on your screen as well. Holy shite that is awesome.
You do a bunch of stuff there before typing a quick reply to your client. Quickly getting out of your chair and getting down to doing this proper. Equiping your strife specibus at the same time while you head out your room door.
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 10, 2014 7:13:21 GMT -6
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you JAZ |
=> Gripe
No, that was below you. Fretting long enough to gripe, good lord, that was a colossal waste of time. Besides, you’ve worried your quota already today with that little nervous breakdown about strifing. You do, however, allow your teeth to clench down on the hard candy in your mouth for the slightest moment.
=>
That goddamn girl, though. This wasn’t about the well-aimed, eye-to-eye happenstance fuck you a moment ago; you had enough class to appreciate that with a crisp smirk. It was about the fact that Jaslyn was apparently such a daft little punk of a gobshite that she didn’t realise the Cruxtruder as well as the fecking countdown timer was right in front of her manky eyes. True, true, you didn’t specify much, but for the love of god, seriously.
=> Tap out a reply
To possibly the only sane person you’re in current contact with at the moment. This Lennart lad seemed like he could’ve been your friend at a certain point in time. At least the man had a proper typing mechanic, jeez. His response, however, raises your eyebrows and things become a bit more alarming. Meteors. What the hell, America?
=> Rectify the situation
You watch as the silly bird whips out her dodgy lump of a strife specibus and runs out the door. Rolling your eyes, you hurriedly type with a frown on your handsome face.
MC: Jaslyn.
MC: Jaslyn.
MC: Jaslyn.
She won’t answer you. How insolent. You summon up a mini menu in the pesterlog ribbon bar, pull out the lolly, take a sip of water, and press CALL. The repetitive dial tone echoes around your room, seeing as you didn’t bother to wear headphones. You see her fish out her phone and answer. Good. If she won’t read what you say, then you’ll force her to listen.
Quinn: An’ what in the seven hells and sixteen heavens do you think you’re doin’, lass?
Quinn: The Cruxtruder an’ the doomsday counter’re back in your sorry excuse for a room, darl, an’ apparently you’d best getchour arse movin’ lest you want ta die by meteor strike.
Quinn: (almost snarling) I’m tryin’ ta help you here, and I’m practically the sole person left whose not currently fightin’ for their lives an’ tryin’ ta multitask all this shite, so you might as well listen.
Quinn: So please. Would you kindly go back an’ do as I asked?
The last sentence you tone down to an almost imploring tenor, as if you’d calmed yourself down in the time between your prior ‘rant’. 'Asked', not 'practically commanded'. Cultivate trust and make her see that you are truly on her side, and doing all of this for her sake. Which is indeed what you’re doing, seeing as you honestly have nothing better to do except garner information for when you’ll have to go through this too.
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 10, 2014 21:43:50 GMT -6
♚Offer me solutions.
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Well, in your defence, you were kinda busy with inspecting the holy-hell-huge-ass contraption that's just been dropped outside of your room to actually notice, let alone respond to the incessant vibrating of your phone!pesterchum. You don't really doubt that it's probably important though. Maybe you should give it a check-
Wait, is that a call you're getting?
==> Answer pester!call.
Well, the voice on the other end is nothing short of being mad as all hell. But it's not like you knew what was what.....actually no, you should've known after doing the same deploying thing with Leo. But you kinda just, uh, skimmed through the whole thing. Yeah, great job there.
Jace: Jeez alright alright!
Jace: don't need to get your panties in a bunch! I'm going back already,
Jace: to be fair, it wouldn't have happened if you just gave me the damn walkthrough though
You hang up and hope you managed to pass that off as keeping cool. Otherwise, you might as well be frikkin ice by now. But your tone of voice don't make you go any slower back into your room (it's not like you don't understand the need for urgency). Only to have you come face to face with the OTHER huge ass machine sitting in the middle of your room.
==> Multitasking was a huge mistake.
You do not need that reminder from the mysterious voice in your head. Anyway, there's another pester coming in, not from grumpy mcscottishaccent, and it would seem that he was in need of assistance as well. Well! LEt's just get that out of the way.
And done! Now back to your own game, as you stare down this thing that you just helped Leo with. Hmm, you think you can do it yourself?
==> Why not?
Yeah? Why not indeed? You took out your strife specibus and went up to the cylinder looking thing. Hmmm, well, you could try the wheel first.
...
Nope. IT DOESN'T EVEN BUDGE.
Alright, maybe a few hits with your bat should get the lid off?
You swing the pole back, gripping the handle tightly, kinda made you wish you had gloves right now, and swung it at the cover as hard as you can.
....
Well, it moved. Sorta. A little bit. You blew a loose strand of hair out of your face in frustration. You had never swung harder in our entire LIFE and that was the result?! Welp, guess you do need some help.
==>
MP: Ey, uh, mind giving me a hand with this thing?
MP: you gotta drop something heavy on it so i think one of my dad's encyclopedia sets should do it
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 12, 2014 23:43:23 GMT -6
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you JAZDERO |
=>
Well, that was that you supposed. At least it got her set on the right track. You wonder why nobody’s thought to use the call feature more often. It’s obviously a much more efficient way to handle things than simply typing out coloured text and hoping that the recipient has even a whiff of a clue to what you’re trying to say.
It was still a bit rude of Jaslyn to hang up so abruptly, but you hadn’t even said a nice ‘top of the mornin’ to ya’, so just desserts. Her voice, as expected, was terribly grating and not at all pleasant. That hideous accent, too.
=> Watch and sigh
Indeed, you look on in growing resignation as the bird practically assaults the Cruxtruder with her vulgar bat-thing. You sigh, and it is a sigh filled with annoyance, regret, and just a dash of impatience. It’s not the fact that she doesn’t know how to activate the monstrosity as much as her immediate solution, that is, attacking it. Then again, you guess, brute force had always been her forte.
Twirling the lollipop around your mouth, you read her message and wish that you could call again, even if it is just to hear the sound of your own voice. Oh, how you so loathe to be told to do something, but just this once, you concede.
MC: Alright.
MC: Once I do, though, everything starts in hasty earnest, so you better make sure you know what to do.
=> Drop a thing
You move the view from Jaslyn’s room to the admittedly impressive library. You just had to wonder, though, how someone who lived in such close and intimate proximity to all the knowledge in the world could ever turn out so…well, like Jace. Skimming the shelves, you find the all of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, the 2010 edition (announced to be the last edition ever to be published), and marvel for a second. Then you pull one off the shelf and go back to the bird’s room.
Once the mouse is aligned, you let go and the hefty tome plonks down onto the top of the Cruxtruder, with the queer green Spirograph emblazoned on it. Silently, you apologise to the encyclopaedia for having to endure such barbaric use.
Out of the top explodes an undulating, blue sphere, again with the Spirograph on it, as well as a tubular structure you assume to be a Cruxite Dowel. The machine’s countdown abruptly starts, the glaring red numbers spelling out 9:59.
And so it beings.
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MC: Love, you’ve got less than ten minutes to do this. I, unfortunately, do not know what the hell that sphere floating above you is for, but I do know about that tube-shaped object.
MC: Follow my prior instructions, and you should be able to survive.
You copy and paste said prior instructions for her convenience and swear at how little it actually was. Now that there’s a time limit on everything, you can’t help but feel a tad nervous. This was, indeed, a matter of life and death, and while the fiery loss of one Jaslyn Calder doesn’t really turn your heart upside down, the potential of the failure on your part that represents does. She was under your jurisdiction, after all. The greater the odds, the more you risk, and the more you stand to win as well as lose.
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 13, 2014 23:57:21 GMT -6
♚Offer me alternatives.
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MP: yeah yeah
MP: i'm totes ready when you are
MP: i'mma just help out leo for a sec here
==> Help other friend
At least you're getting some sort of information through helping out Leo. Or at least, you know what to do and what's GOING to happen once the sprite is out. Speaking of which.
==> Flash bomb!
No, not really but you're pretty sure the effect would've been just the same if you were staring right at it when it happened. You jumped out of your chair and inspected the floatig bright blue spirograph. You're just so tempted to poke it! But as you said, focus. Don't want to go prototyping yourself now.
==> Incoming pester!
Oh hey! You know what to do with something for once! That feels awesome! But not for long. The air suddenly got a lot warmer all around.
MP: I know what to do with it
MP: also, hold that thought.
==> Check outside the window
That. Is awfully unsettling. The meteorites heading this way that is. And you're pretty sure the weather forecast didn't say anything about that.
Your sprite's getting pretty restless too and you figured it's best you get your actual game face on.
MP: alright, i'm gonna go do the totem lathe thing
MP: you're supposed to prototype that sprite, like,
MP:hmmm, lemme just copy pasta what Leo said
MP: "NO: As the server player, you need to prototype it with something.
NO: It changes form based on whatever touches it."
MP: Yeah, so just, grab whatever you see i guess.
MP: you can try grabbing one of the paper cranes I made
MP: they're somewhere in the corner over there
MP: unless they're crushed or something
MP: then grab a book or something
MP: alright brb!
==> Let's get down to business!
You captchalogued your laptop just in case Leo needs anything, and you're pretty sure he will, bounded over to the cruxtruder and extracted the cylindrical looking thing from the cruxtruder and went on ahead to get shit done (not before grabbing that prepunched card as well). It didn't take very long for you to find the totem lathe and figured that the card could only go into one place. And as per Quin's instructions, went on ahead to clamp the cruxite dowel in place.
It didn't take very long for it to be cut into some sort of weird shape.
You grabbed it and took out your laptop to see if you've missed anything.
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QUINLIVAN FONTAINE
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Post by QUINLIVAN FONTAINE on Sept 14, 2014 3:35:25 GMT -6
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=> Take in her surroundings
After you see Jaslyn take a gander out the window, you scroll out and have a look yourself. The sky was fifty shades of an ominous grey, and whatever clouds there were looked like clumps of ashy dust bunnies. Dark red-orange streaks cut across like bloodstains, mostly in the far distance. Meteors. Briefly, you allow yourself to be horrified at the thought of all those innocent bystanders who were very likely being incinerated and crushed into oblivion just because a bunch of pandy adolescents decided to play a game.
True, it wasn’t like they knew this was going to cause the apocalypse or anything. Who had ever heard of a game that triggered such reality-bending consequences?
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You zoom back into her room, glancing out at your own window first. Clear skies and a watery sun. Still normal, still sane. The two of you have about eight minutes remaining. You quickly scan her bright cyan messages, feeling a little more relieved once you see Leo’s faintly amusing chumhandle. Excluding yourself, of course, you trust that kraut the most. Well, with your own brand of ‘trust’, that is.
MC: Leave it to me, darl.
MC: Just go save your own hide, and ask me if you need anything.
=> Prototype
The sprite will take whatever form it’s prototyped with, eh? Neither James nor Lennart-via-Jaslyn seem to know of any lingering side-effects, so whatever you do none of any future blame would likely fall on you alone.
Your crisp blue eyes follow Jaslyn as she dashes out the room, fulfilling her objectives like a good little bird. For a few seconds you move the screen along with her, making sure that she reached the Totem Lathe properly. After that, you go back to her room and, with a few moments of thought, lift the bed up.
The feeling of such omnipotence is wearing away at your sense of consideration, as it would in any simulation-type game. Your mouse flings the bed out the window.
Typical. It was horrendously dusty and stained with the stickiness that seems to accompany any place uncleaned. Bits of dirty laundry lie here, lost and forgotten: several socks, without their pairs, a ratty sports bra, a pair of panties, and some kind of top. You skim over these offerings with a clinical eye, and finally select one magnificently terrifying specimen of a sock. It was almost black with accumulated dust, with smeared, dark pink bubble-gum covering half of it, almost gluing the sock in half. Springs of fluff have popped up here and there. A half-crushed, dead spider is clumped on the heel. Lord only knows how long it’s been under there, and you shudder to think at what it would smell like in real life. Even just holding it with the mouse makes you queasy.
This would teach Jaslyn to be a bit neater.
You align the disgusting article with the glowing sphere, crack a small grin, and drop it. Immediately there’s a semi-blinding flash of light, and when you deem it safe enough to look at the screen a monstrosity greets you. The sprite has turned into a ghostly sock puppet, dirty and grimy even though it’s in one solid colour. It looks very ragged, and you can almost swear you see stink lines radiating off it. What passes for its mouth is gummed up heavily, so that every time it opens it, the gum stretches from top to bottom in a hideous, smacking way. Its two eyes are large, unmoving (and unnerving, goodness) pitch black spheres with shiny white dots in their middles, and on the heel (which would sort of be the back of the sock puppet’s head) four crooked, spindly legs erupt out in a grotesque caricature of hair.
Apparently it’s now called the SPISOGSPRITE, and you cannot help but delight in the fact that you created this mess. There is no more disgust, seeing as it has become a creature all on its own, and is therefore no longer chaotic.
=> Inform the bird
MC: Jaslyn, the sprite is nice and prototyped now, all for your pleasure.
MC: May it serve you well, my dear.
Just after you finish typing, you see your abomination float sluggishly (if that was its moving speed, it would inspire a great deal of terror indeed, to see those unblinking eyes come at you, and that yawning, sticky maw) out the room, seeking Jaslyn. Oh, if Ryanne could see you now. Playing god always turned the both of you on, and it was probably the source of Ryanne’s choice of genetic engineering for a bachelor’s. How envious she would be to see that you accomplished it all in the click of a button!
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JACE CALDER
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Post by JACE CALDER on Sept 17, 2014 9:22:50 GMT -6
♚And I decline.
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Fuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You SHOULD'VE known leaving your sprite alone with Q was going to end badly. Well, to be fair, he did what he was told. SORT OF. He definitely didn't go with any of the options you provided him with though. You stared at the floating blue monstrosity before furiously typing into your laptop.
MP: FUCK
MP: YOU
MP: SO HARD
MP: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT EVEN
MP: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET TO EVEN MAKE IT
MP: JESUS FUCKING HRIST IT'S STILL COMING TOWARDS ME MAKE IT STOP
MP: WHAT IS IT WVEN TRYING TO SAY EVN CAN IT EVEN TALK
==> Decipher spritespeak?
Nope, seriously, there's no way you can understand what it's saying. You can't even bear to look at it. It see mto be trying to get something across though. Probably something about the meteors maybe?
Oh yeah, that's still a thing too apparently.
==> Check up on Leo
At least you're not the only one with a fucked up sprite. Though you can safely say that LEo's one is looking a lot cooler than yours. You quickly replied before slamming the thing shut and recaptchaloguing it.
==> Make it stop.
Honestly, it's almost sad how it's trying to open and close it's mouth in an attempt to speak. You feel almost sorry for it. Key word being ALMOST.
Alright, what's next on the list.
==> What is next exactly?
Wait, lets see how close those meteors are yeah?
You bounced over to the closest window and wow those look like they could cover up the playground across the street. HOW LONG DO WE HAVE ON THAT TIMER AGAIN?
4 minutes and counting.
And how long are you going to stand there staring out your window, young missy?
==> GETTING A MOVE ON
MP: Ey! What am I supposed to do next anyway
MP: don't suppose that THING can tell me either. It CAN'T EVEN OPEN IT'S MOUTH JESUS CHRIST I'M STILL NOT OVER THAT.
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