EELSPRITE: YA SHOULD'VE SEEN YER FACE
EELSPRITE: what's wrong?
EELSPRITE: scared of a little zap?
ENOUGH! You don't want to remember how much of a miserable idiot you were back then! You were stupid and naÃ¯ve and wrong about everything and as far as you're concerned you've put all that behind you! The only reason you're thinking about it now is because this asshole is taunting you... Which makes you even more stupid, why the fuck are you letting him get under your skin?!
I'm ashamed and angry and I feel pathetic, he says. That's understandable, you don't blame him. Having to deal with this is making unwanted memories surface. It's hard to let go of the past.
KERKES IS SO GOING TO DIE FOR THIS.
EELSPRITE: looooser looooser hahahaha
EELSPRITE: what a screwup, what a loser
EELSPRITE: what's up loser
PALLAS: how the fuck did ya get in here
EELSPRITE: i am a fucking ghost, i can go through walls, loser
EELSPRITE: stupid, worthless, idiot loser
PALLAS: go AWAY
EELSPRITE: wanna hug?
EELSPRITE: wanna give me a big hug?
EELSPRITE: i promise i won't electrocute ya
PALLAS: go away
PALLAS: go away go away go away GO AWAY
EELSPRITE: loser, idiot, yer so stupid
EELSPRITE: ya think yer so smart
EELSPRITE: but yer not, yer an idiot
EELSPRITE: how many times did ya try to hug me?
PALLAS: zeriouzly fuck off
EELSPRITE: hundred times? two hundred? so many times.
EELSPRITE: why won't ya hug me now, buddy?
"Pallas: Taste blood."
Nah, why the fuck would you do that. It'll most likely just taste gross. You gladly stare at it instead. That's such a neat shade of red, your favorite actually. You doubt the blood has any special qualities to it other than the color but this is still cool as fuck. You can't wait to check out the actual organs on this creature--
You gaze upon the corpse of one of those interesting black carapaced creatures you came across while on your moon. You just HAD to go back later to swipe a couple of them up for examinations. You were immediately pleased to find that they bleed a shade you have never seen someone bleed before in your life!
"Pallas: Enter laboratory."
This is where all the so-called magic happens. You have a bunch of stuff in here such as a mini recuperacoon you bred to test various effects of sopor slime and an Alternian sun replica lamp that you accidentally fried your eye with once. You also have various limbs scattered all over the place. You should probably get rid of those, they're starting to kinda smell. You probably shouldn't keep your syringes on the floor either.
Your laboratory is ABSOLUTELY SUPER SECRET except for the fact that it isn't at all and all your acquaintances know about it. Either way you do have some cool security measures installed.
"Pallas: Go to your laboratory."
You walk through the dimly lit corridors of your immense hive. You can hear some sort of heavy machinery running outside, in the distance. You were never particularly into technology or anything but you won't say you're not curious to see what the source of all that noise is. They sound very much like some sort of power generators. Maybe something you can harness for more experiments.
"Pallas: Examine works of art."
Here are some of your sculptures. They're not much to look at. You aren't particularly proud of them or anything, but you keep them around to fill your hugeass hive. Having your surroundings cluttered with stuff makes you feel more comfortable.
"Pallas: Get inside."
Why the fuck would you get inside?!
What an utter waste of time and effort, there was no point in doing that at all. You obviously weren't going to sleep or anything so now your shoes are full of slime for no reason and you pulled a fucking muscle trying to fucking climb up into your stupid pod because your ladder is fuck-knows-where (but probably in front of one of your bookshelves in another room).
You take like half an hour cleaning up and changing clothes. Wow, great job, self.
"Pallas: Examine recuperacoon."
You look at where you sleep. Or more like where you read books all day long. You will admit it's a very cozy little coon, but you don't actually sleep much, just the bare minimum that is required for your body to function. Same goes for eating and drinking, really.
"Dalyat: Be Pallas."
You are now Pallas.
Oh that Cuvier, he's comedy gold every time, but you've had enough laughs for now.
There's something you should be doing, but not in here. This here is just your respiteblock. It's a good thing Cuvier didn't go through your whole hive and clean up everything.
venerablePrecision [VP] began trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
VP: No, nothing is "zup".
VP: It has come to my attention that you have been causing mayhem in mr. Delere's hive.
SP: that waznt me
VP: It was not you?
VP: Do not play games with me, mr. Roikos.
SP: i never play gamez with ya MR PIZZciz
VP: Listen, I simply want nothing more than for you to stop acting like a buffoon and get your act together!
VP: This game is very important, and I need you to be serious!
SP: my act iz all gathered up in a bundle in an all zeriouz manner
SP: im 100% zeriouz
SP: no wait no
SP: im 105% zeriouz
SP: yeah thatz me
VP: A measly 105 percent? You know very well my standards are quite a lot higher than that.
VP: I appreciate that you want to enjoy yourself and put lowbloods in their place by toying with them, but this is not the time.
SP: like i zaid i didnt do zhit
SP: it waz the ghoztz
SP: delerez hive iz infezted with merry ghoztz
VP: Merry ghosts.
SP: that are in love with hiz plump lipz
VP: Plump lip- oh you rascal!
VP: Pallas, enough of your ridiculous tomfoolery.
SP: whoz tom
VP: FINE THEN, Pallasfoolery.
SP: thatz better
VP: You must stop your Pallasfoolery and do something productive instead.
VP: Such as... well, mr. Delere can easily teleport himself right to the gates, so I suppose there is no need for you to build anything.
SP: but i refuze to affirm that it waz me and not the merry ghoztz that were tozzing the bookz around
SP: i have an alibi
VP: What alibi could you possibly have.
SP: i waz taking a zhit
VP: No, you were not.
SP: yez i waz
VP: On your computer chair, while typing?
SP: why yez
VP: I know it was you, merry ghosts do not exist.
VP: No ghost would ever be merry.
SP: well fine there may not be MERRY ghoztz
SP: but it waznt me
SP: it waz
SP: it waazzzzzz
VP: Do not keep me in suspense.
VP: (Even though I know it was you)
SP: it waz the muztardbottlez ruze to get ya to talk to him
SP: yeah thatz it
VP: Hrm. You do realize I can SEE you moving your cursor to toss books?
VP: What?! No, my intentions are pure!
SP: yer watching me on my day-to-day routinez
SP: yer watching me take a zhit!
SP: i didnt know yer into that
VP: YOU ARE NOT TAKING A SHIT!
VP: You are sitting there laughing like-
VP: oh for Pete's sake, do not choke now!
VP: I cannot believe you are wasting my time in such a ridiculous way!
SP: whoa whoa watch out there
SP: yer pitch iz zhowing
VP: What pitch?!
SP: the pitch ya feel..
SP: towardz an irreziztible blueblood
VP: What is really irresistible is the urge to shoot you right in the face.
SP: i know what ya can zhoot in my face ;)
VP: YOU VULGAR--
venerablePrecision [VP] ceased trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
"Dalyat: Contact your leader."
It seems that you must take this to the higher-ups. Which means you must talk to HIM.
spectrumScripter [SS] began trolling venerablePrecision [VP]
SS: i'm sorry for bozerin9 you, mr. piscis.
VP: What is it.
SS: i.. have a problem. viz mr. roikos.
VP: Oh dear me.
VP: I expected as much.
VP: Half of me has been waiting for this conversation to take place, it was only a matter of time, really.
SS: oh. vell, zat makes me feel a little at ease.
SS: i don't knov vhat to do viz him, he doesn't listen to me.
SS: he just keeps zrovin9 books about and lau9hin9.
VP: Is that it?
VP: I suppose that is a problem.
SS: it is! he is makin9 a mess of my room!
VP: Has he done anything else but throw literature around?
SS: vell.. he also tosses zem *at* me!
SS: even at zis very moment!
VP: Is that so?
VP: That sounds very brutish of him.
SS: it indeed is!
VP: I feared that he would abuse his position as server.
VP: That man always acts like such a wiggler.
SS: i hoped you could do somezin9 about him.
SS: i don't knov if i can deal viz him ruinin9 my books and messin9 my room and harmin9 my person much lon9er.
VP: Hrm, yes, well. Unfortunately there is not much that can be done about him.
SS: i 9uess it is out of ze question to simply kill him?
VP: That is a little drastic.
SS: i do not possess ze patience of a saint.
VP: Fine, I am going to talk to him. I want him to behave so that we may move this campaign onwards.
VP: He has more important things to do than play around.
SS: zank you very much, mr. piscis.
SS: i appreciate you takin9 ze time to do so.
VP: Hm. I am not doing it for you in particular.
SS: of course not.
VP: Was that all?
VP: Very well.
VP: Goodbye mr. Delere.
SS: 9oodbye, mr. piscis.
venerablePrecision [VP] ceased trolling spectrumScripter [SS]
SP: oh now they're rubbing their ghoztly bodiez on yer faaceee
SP: give them zome fucking love
SP: pucker up thoze painted lipz and give the book a fucking kizz
SP: it wont hurt
SS: stop it!!
SP: juzt a little kizz
SS: STOP IT!!
SP: zmoochy zmooooch
SS: *STOP IT*!!!!
spectrumScripter [SS] ceased trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
It's very hard to type while there's a book rubbing against your face. You swear to gods, this man is impossible to deal with!
"Dalyat: Troll your server player."
spectrumScripter [SS] began trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
SS: stop it!
SP: ztop what
SP: im doing fucking zquat
SS: stop tossin9 my books around!
SS: zey're very important to me, you mi9ht break zem if you treat zem so rou9hly!
SS: and you're makin9 an absolute mess of my room!
SP: im doing no zuch thing
SP: ya muzt be experiencing...
SP: A POLTERGEIZT
SS: u9h, stop it!
SP: fucking ghoztz man
SP: they juzt cant zeem to leave ya alone
SP: yer magnetic
SS: stop foolin9 around!
SP: im not doing zhit
SP: itz the GHOZTZ
SS: STOP ZROVIN9 AROUND BOOKS, PLEASE.
SP: delere ya might wanna get yer monocle checked out
SP: clearly yer zeeing thingz
SS: you are impossible! please cease this childish act immediately!
SP: ztill have no clue whatcha talking bout
Why must this hoodlum terrorize you so!? You teleport your husktop to you with a snap of your fingers. Ow, these books really hurt!
You begin to contemplate a new combination of items to use to alchemize a beautiful fashion apparel when--
You have just finished alchemizing these beautiful garments.
You are absolutely thrilled that you can now create a wide array of clothes without exhausting your limited beetle cache.
Now you only exhaust your not-so-limited grist cache. But that's okay, you can easily beat any imp in the vicinity for a surplus of grist.
What a wonderful game this is!
"Hassis: Be someone else."
You cease to be Hassis and now you are Dalyat.
"Hassis: Report to Fordic."
PS: !T D!D??!!
PS: THAT'S GOOD!!!
PS: WHAT D!D SHE SAY??!!
PS: .. THAT'S "PRETTY WELL"???!!
PS: OH, THAT'S GOOD!!!
PS: ! GUESS SHE WOULD BE UPSET, SHE D!ED AFTER ALL..!!
PS: G!VE HER SOME T!ME!!!
PS: ME TOO!!
KUKAISPRITE: I'm.. going to look for my lusus.
KUKAISPRITE: Please leave me be.
KUKAISPRITE: I want some time to.. digest this all. SQUEAK
"Hassis: Talk to Kukaisprite."
KUKAISPRITE: Yes, you are Hassis.. SQUEAK
KUKAISPRITE: ... I'm apparently dead.
KUKAISPRITE: Am I undead?
KUKAISPRITE: I see.
KUKAISPRITE: .. That makes me a little mad.
KUKAISPRITE: ... I'm not going to thank you for that.
KUKAISPRITE: Where is my lusus? Is she alright?
KUKAISPRITE: She does that.
KUKAISPRITE: Or, did that. SQUEAK
KUKAISPRITE: Are you really sure we would've died without your intervenience?
KUKAISPRITE: ... Yes.
KUKAISPRITE: I'm not squeaking angrily.
KUKAISPRITE: Something in me just has the need to squeak.
KUKAISPRITE: My lusus was nice too.
KUKAISPRITE: Yes she was.
KUKAISPRITE: I am your lusus.
KUKAISPRITE: And at the same time I'm myself.
KUKAISPRITE: That's ok.
KUKAISPRITE: You haven't asked me my name yet.
KUKAISPRITE: I don't think I want to tell you anymore.
KUKAISPRITE: No! Fine, my name is Kukais.
KUKAISPRITE: ... Yes, I know.
KUKAISPRITE: Where is my lusus?
KUKAISPRITE: You don't know..?
KUKAISPRITE: .. Who's Fordic?
PS: YOU CAN APOLOG!ZE TO HER!!!
PS: K!NDA L!KE MAK!NG AMENDS OR SOMETH!NG!!!
PS: NO ! DON'T TH!NK SO!!!
PS: JUST BE S!NCERE!!!
"Fordic: Troll Hassis."
punchingSteadfast [PS] began trolling paranoidVelocity [PV]
PS: WHAT ARE YOU DO!NG??!!
PS: OH WOW YEAH ! CAN SEE!!!
PS: COOL HELMET!!!
PS: OR !S !T HEADPHONES..??!!
PS: YEAH, NOW YOU LOOK L!KE A CUTE BUNNY!!!
PS: SO ANYWAY, ! FOUND OUT SOMETH!NG COOL!!!
PS: YOU CAN PROTOTYPE A SPR!TE TW!CE!!!
PS: WHAT, REALLY?!!!
PS: YOU SAW !T !N A DREAM?!!!
PS: !T'S NOT R!D!CULOUS, !T'S REALLY COOL!!!
PS: THOUGH, ! GUESS HE'S NOT REALLY TROLL BRUCE LEE!!!
PS: HE SA!D SO H!MSELF!!!
PS: HE SA!D HE'S JUST AN !M!TAT!ON OF TROLL BRUCE LEE, NOTH!NG ELSE!!!
PS: BUT HE ST!LL LOOKS REALLY COOL, SO !T'S OK!!!
PS: ARE YOU PLANN!NG TO PROTOTYPE YOURS TW!CE?!!!
PS: WELL, !'VE GOT TH!S !DEA...!!!
PS: MAYBE YOU COULD PROTOTYPE THE G!RL YOU K!LLED??!!
PS: BECAUSE.. SHE WOULD MAYBE COME TO L!FE THAT WAY?!!
PS: JUST L!KE OUR LUS!!!
PS: YOU GO T!T???!!!
PS: ! GOT !T!!!
But enough ogling, you've got another idea!
"Fordic: Marvel at your new sprite."
FORDIC: A.. AWESOME..!!!!!!!!!
FORDIC: WOW, YOU LOOK REALLY COOL!!!
FORDIC: YOU'VE GOT MUSCLES!!!!!
FORDIC: ARE YOU ALR!GHT??!!!
FORDIC: CAN.. CAN YOU SAY SOMETH!NG??!!!
FORDIC: OH, YOU'RE OK!!! GOOD!!!
FORDIC: ! WAS A L!TTLE WORR!ED THERE!!!
FORDIC: .. NO WA!T!!!
FORDIC: WHY ARE YOU SAY!NG MOO??!!!
FORDIC: AREN'T YOU TROLL BRUCE LEE??!!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: I AM STILL... JUST A BULL... NOW WITH A FUNNY HAIRCUT... I GUESS...!
FORDIC: AND MUSCLES!!!!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: AND... MUSCLES...!
FORDIC: WHY AREN'T YOU TROLL BRUCE LEE THOUGH?!!! ! PROTOTYPED A POSTER OF H!M!!!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: BECAUSE... IT WAS JUST... A POSTER...!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: IT WASN'T... ACTUAL TROLL BRUCE LEE...!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: SO NOW... I JUST LOOK LIKE HIM... INSTEAD OF BEING HIM...!
FORDIC: HMM, OKAY!!!
FORDIC: WELL, ! TH!NK YOU LOOK REALLY COOL NOW!!!
BRUCEPAPASPRITE: THANK YOU...!
"Fordic: Put great idea in motion."
"Fordic: Store items."
You quickly pick up the items you made for later usage.
BULLPAPASPRITE: HELLO... FORDIC...!
FORDIC: OH, BULLPAPA!!!
FORDIC: HEY, CHECK OUT THESE NEAT !TEMS ! MADE!!!
FORDIC: THEY'RE ALL SO AWESOME, ! COULD MAKE SO MANY BRUCE LEE !TEMS!!!
FORDIC: !MAG!NE, TROLL BRUCE LEE F!GUR!NE!!! TROLL BRUCE LEE JAMM!ES!!! TROLL BRUCE LEE MUG!!! TROLL BRUCE LEE YOGA MAT!!!
FORDIC: SO MANY POSS!B!L!T!ES!!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: YES... BUT... ALL THAT STUFF WOULD COST... A LOT OF GRIST...!
FORDIC: NO WAY, THESE TH!NGS ! ALCHEM!ZED D!DN'T COST ALMOST ANYTH!NG!!!
FORDIC: !'M ST!LL DROWN!NG !N GR!ST!!!
FORDIC: BUT YEAH, ! SHOULD L!M!T WHAT ! ALCHEM!ZE!!!
FORDIC: !T'S NOT L!KE ! NEED ALL THAT, ! GUESS!!!
FORDIC: BUT THAT SURE WAS FUN!!!!
FORDIC: LOOK AT MY OUTF!T, !SN'T !T COOL?!!! ! TH!NK !T'S PRETTY COOL!!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: YES... IT IS ... COOL..!
BULLPAPASPRITE: BUT... INSTEAD OF ALCHEMIZING THINGS YOU DON'T NEED... YOU SHOULD ALCHEMIZE... THINGS THAT WILL HELP YOU... ON YOUR QUEST...!
FORDIC: YEAH ! GUESS SO!!!
FORDIC: WHAT K!NDA TH!NGS??!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: WELL... I CAN'T... REVEAL THINGS... JUST LIKE THAT... YOU NEED TO... DISCOVER THINGS... BY YOURSELF...!
FORDIC: OH, OKAY!!!
FORDIC: THAT'S COOL ! GUESS!!!
FORDIC: BUT MAN, !T WOULD BE SO COOL TO G!VE YOU AN OUTF!T TOO!!
FORDIC: L!KE, MATCH!NG OUTF!TS FOR BOTH OF US!!!
FORDIC: !T'S K!NDA SAD TO SEE YOU FLOAT!NG.. WELL, PRETTY MUCH NAKED!!!
FORDIC: YOU COULD USE SOME CLOTHES!!!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: I'VE... ALWAYS... BEEN... NAKED...!
FORDIC: YEAH ! KNOW, BUT.. NOW YOU CAN TALK!!!
FORDIC: SO !T'S D!FFERENT!!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: I GUESS... SO...!
BULLPAPASPRITE: WELL, THERE IS... A WAY FOR... YOU TO GIVE ME... CLOTHES...!
BULLPAPASPRITE: YOU CAN... PROTOTYPE ME... WITH SOMETHING... TO WEAR...!
FORDIC: BUT ! ALREADY PROTOTYPED YOU BEFORE ! ENTERED THE GAME!!!
BULLPAPASPRITE: YOU CAN... PROTOTYPE A SPRITE... TWICE...!
BULLPAPASPRITE: YOU CAN... DECIDE YOURSELF... WHEN TO DO IT... BUT IF YOU DO IT BEFORE ENTRY... THE ENEMIES WITHIN YOUR GAME... WILL INCORPORATE... THE TRAITS... OF WHATEVER YOU PROTOTYPE...!
BULLPAPASPRITE: BUT... NOW THAT YOU'RE IN THE GAME... YOU CAN PROTOTYPE ME A SECOND TIME... WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT... ITS EFFECTS... ON THE GAME...!
FORDIC: SO.. ! CAN USE ANYTH!NG ! WANT??!!!
You make the YELLOW HORNET OUTFIT.
Wow! This is possibly the coolest and most comfy outfit you've ever worn!
You make the TOWEL OF FURY.
It's soft and manly. So manly.
You make the LEETOP COMPUTER.
This is so awesome. This is possibly the most awesome piece of machinery the whole universe has to offer. You swear you'll never use anything else for your computing needs.
You place the CARVED CRUXITE TOTEM on the Alchemiter.
"Fordic: Get alchemizing."
Now it's time to alchemize.
You carve totems for your to-be items. This is gonna be GREAT!!!
"Fordic: Extract Cruxite."
Your fetch modus is called YOGA. You love using it, as you are a master of all kinds of yoga poses! You extract the CRUXITE DOWELS.
But before you can put a cruxite dowel in the apparatus, you need to access your sylladex.
"Fordic: Use Totem Lathe."
Now you put two punched cards into the Totem Lathe! It should now carve a cruxite dowel into a unique totem.
You insert the card into the Punch Designix and type in the code. The apparatus punches holes into the card according to the code you typed in. Now the item in the card cannot be retrieved, but that's ok!
You repeat the process for each of the items you collected. Except one. You wanna keep MIGHTY TROLL BRUCE LEE POSTER for yourself.
"Fordic: Punch cards."
Okay, first part of alchemizing is punching cards. To punch cards you need the code from behind the card, that exists on each captchalogue card. You turn over your COMPUTER and find the code.
Man these are hard to read. Does it say "ov6gj40g"? Whatever, now it does.
Oh, some more junk to use for alchemizing. Man you have so little stuff though. What is that, like four items? But it's alright, you never bought much stuff because you know that in the end, stuff means little.
Friends are much more important than stuff.
--WHOMP! There you go.
The next part-- Ugh, this spot is a little tight, you can fit through here, you know it--
You collect some junk to use for alchemizing.
"Fordic: Collect cruxite."
You collect the cruxite dowels Puntia has left laying around for you. You can get an infinite number of these weird blocks from the cruxtruder over there. To use all the grist you've collected, you need to alchemize stuff.
And that's not all, you've also gathered levels like crazy! You are now a mighty SPORTY SHORTY.
Wow, it sure feels great to be so high up on the ladder. You can't wait to level up even more!
Time to make use of all this grist you've collected. Man, look at all that grist!
You're now Fordic.
You run inside from the wind and dust of your new milieu. It sure is sandy. You have sand in your eyes and hair and probably your shoes too.
But that won't stop you! No sirree!
"Lumore: Be Fordic."
"Lumore: Answer Meedea."
vitalityVillein [VV] began trolling limoncelloSerenade [LS]
VV: ArE YoU AlrighT?
LS: I Can Not â™«
LS: Imagine What You â™«
LS: Are Referring to â™«
VV: ShE MeanS ThE MemO
VV: SeeinG ThaT MaN FacE TO FacE
VV: SO TO SpeaK
LS: What a Coincidence â™«
LS: I was Just â™«
LS: Thinking of Him â™«
VV: ShE KnowS
VV: ThaT IS OnE OF ThE ReasonS ShE DecideD TO TalK TO YoU NoW
LS: Did You Sense â™«
LS: my Negative Feelings â™«
LS: Don't Worry About â™«
LS: me I'm Fine â™«
LS: I was Marveling â™«
LS: at my Land â™«
LS: it is Pretty â™«
LS: Don't You Think â™«
LS: so Too Meedea â™«
VV: YeS, IT IS VerY BeautifuL
VV: BeautifuL AnD DeadlY
VV: JusT LikE YoU
LS: I Want to â™«
LS: Take a Sniff â™«
LS: at Those Vapors â™«
LS: I am Quite â™«
LS: Curious About Them â™«
VV: DO YoU ThinK ThaT IS WisE?
LS: Maybe it's Not â™«
LS: I'll Use One â™«
LS: of The Imps â™«
VV: ArE YoU TryinG TO AvoiD SpeakinG AbouT ThaT MaN?
LS: oh Right Him â™«
LS: I Think I'll â™«
LS: Deal With Him â™«
LS: at Some Point â™«
VV: IS ThaT YouR FinaL DecisioN?
VV: DoeS ShE HavE NO ChancE OF ChanginG YouR MinD?
LS: Sorry Probably Not â™«
LS: He Will Pay â™«
LS: But I'm Not â™«
LS: Sure How Exactly â™«
LS: I've Been Working â™«
LS: on a Special â™«
LS: Blend of Poison â™«
LS: But I Can't â™«
LS: Get it Right â™«
VV: WhaT DO YoU MeaN?
LS: I Want it â™«
LS: to Torture Him â™«
LS: And Kill Him â™«
LS: Slowly And Painfully â™«
LS: I Want to â™«
LS: Make Him Beg â™«
VV: OH HoW ShE WisheS ShE CoulD EasE YouR PaiN
LS: Only That Man's â™«
LS: Tears Will Soothe â™«
LS: my Poor Soul â™«
VV: ShE UrgeS YoU TO ThinK OF BetteR SolutioN
VV: RevengE WilL OnlY BrinG MiserY TO EverythinG YoU LovE
LS: no I Will â™«
LS: Finally be Free â™«
LS: Everyone Will be â™«
LS: Better Off Without â™«
LS: That Terrible Man â™«
LS: he Will Never â™«
LS: Hurt Anyone Again â™«
LS: I am Doing â™«
LS: The Right Thing â™«
VV: ShE IS QuitE CrestfalleN
LS: oh Don't be â™«
VV: ShE ApologizeS
VV: ShE WisheS TO DiscusS SomethinG ElsE
VV: TO LifT ThE MooD
LS: Yes That's Fine â™«
VV: YouR LanD IS IndeeD QuitE BeautifuL
LS: I Knew You â™«
LS: Would Think so â™«
LS: I am Delighted â™«
LS: I Want to â™«
LS: See Yours Too â™«
VV: HeR LanD IS FulL OF MazeS AnD SilverY StringS
VV: IT IS AlsO VerY BeautifuL
VV: BuT OnE MighT GeT LosT EasilY
LS: Don't Get Lost â™«
VV: ShE WoN'T
VV: DoN'T WorrY
LS: But it's Funny â™«
LS: to Imagine You â™«
LS: in a Maze â™«
LS: Lost And Stuff â™«
LS: You'd be Small â™«
LS: in a Very â™«
LS: Tall Big Maze â™«
LS: it is a â™«
LS: Cute Mental Image â™«
LS: That I'm Having â™«
VV: IN AnY CasE
VV: ShE WoN'T GeT LosT
LS: Yes I Know â™«
LS: he he he â™«
VV: HavE YoU MeT AnY OF YouR ConsortS YeT?
LS: I Have Not â™«
LS: What Are They â™«
VV: TheY ArE LittlE AmbphibiouS OR ReptiliaN CreatureS WhO InhabiT EacH OF OuR PlanetS
VV: TheY SharE US OuR PlanetS' LorE AnD ProvidE HintS PertaininG TO OuR QuestS
LS: That Sounds Very â™«
LS: Darling to me â™«
LS: I Must Meet â™«
LS: Many of Them â™«
VV: YoU WilL
LS: How Lovely Yay â™«
LS: Have You Met â™«
LS: Yours Already Meedea â™«
VV: SomE OF TheM YeS
LS: Tell me What â™«
LS: They Were Like â™«
VV: TheY WerE LittlE PurplE BonyshelleD SnappercreatureS
VV: TheY TolD HeR ThaT ThE YarN IN HeR LanD IS FoR SacreD GuidancE
VV: TheY WerE QuitE PolitE
LS: Maybe I'll go â™«
LS: Out Right Away â™«
VV: BE CarefuL
LS: Thanks For Worrying â™«
LS: Bye Bye Meede â™«
VV: ByE LumorE
vitalityVillein [VV] gave up trolling limoncelloSerenade [LS]
Even those imps look kind of adorable. They'll die of course, but they're still adorable.
"Lumore: Look outside."
It sure was nice of the game to give you such a breath-takingly beautiful planet! Has anyone ever seen anything like this?
...BUT LOOK HOW PRETTY OUTSIDE IS!
"Lumore: Stare at photograph."
You indeed stare.
Look at that bright red shirt, just awful. You're ALMOST getting eyestrain from it. Look at that stupid hair. Look at that dumbass expression, what a faker. You wonder if he's still wearing those same glasses. They were a little big on him back then. What an idiot. Who makes glasses that don't even fit, nevermind that he's probably grown into them by now. Urgh, look at how he's ~holding your shoulder~ and stuff as if he cares about you, how dare he!
It's an old photograph that you can't help but carry on you to this day.
It ended up not being deadly or harmful at all. It tasted a little delicious, which means using such a mixture on that man would be pointless. You don't want to give him an amazing tasting experience, you want to make him go through an amazing DEATH.
You dig your pocket for something while thinking this.
"Lumore: Take a sip."
But look at this beautiful reaction!! It's rapidly changing colours and to anyone else that might be worrysome but to you it's a happy miracle! There's only one thing to do here...
You mix the two and luckily it doesn't seem to explode. To be honest nothing you've mixed has ever exploded, that kind of thing only happens to inexperienced buffoons, and in movies.
You decide to try mixing some H2O with just a tiny bit of C3PO...
What do you mean that sounds like pretty bullshit chemistry? Be quiet, there's nothing bullshit about this, this is all completely scientific.
Better not forget to put protective eyewear on, too! You never know when something might have an explosive reaction. Getting some of the possible steams in your eyes would be a little nasty, too.
"Lumore: Do some chemistry."
Well, these bottles are all REALLY old... but maybe you can do something with them! If you're lucky you might make something useful. You wear your gloves for safety, of course.
That's where you accidentally spilled some sort of acid once! It ruined the carpet but luckily you didn't get any on yourself. Some might wonder what you were doing with such dangerous liquids, to which you can easily answer that it might have been part of a "present" to someone special.
"Lumore: Sing something."
You can barely manage a "phwee".
You've pretty much lost all hope on getting your voice back and trying to talk often simply puts you in a state of despair. You have quite a notable scar on your neck, that you keep covered, because it makes you angry.
You reveal a microphone and some music sheets. You used to keep your mouth stuck to this mic for hours on end but that was very long ago. Music was always your passion, you enjoyed not only singing but writing songs as well, though you preferred singing covers of pre-existing songs. Alternian music can be so intense and beautiful.
Admittedly you were never very good at singing the intense ones.
"Lumore: Reveal tall objects."
"Lumore: Examine room."
There's not much in here. Only some chemical bottles and these mysterious tall objects. You haven't used this room in ages so everything is kind of dusty.
Your name is LUMORE CITRON.
You have a very COLORFUL PAST as a LIVING TEST SUBJECT. You could say you are still one, but now you merely EXPERIMENT on YOURSELF, as opposed to having someone else experiment on you. All your experiments involve POISON. You know how to BREW all kinds of WEIRD TOXINS, from PLEASURE INDUCING to very DEADLY ones, though obviously you dont test THOSE on yourself. Nowadays it's pretty much all you have, this hobby of yours. You used to be a magnificent SINGER and you loved using your HYPNOTIZING VOICE and you mean "hypnotizing" quite literally. Alas, your voice has since been taken from you.
You now live in a very colorful PRESENT where all your time is secretly dedicated to REVENGE. You only have one OBJECTIVE; to steal the life of the man who took EVERYTHING from you. It's such a PITY, really. You and him could have been SO MUCH. Nobody has probably ever bothered telling you that your thoughts sound much like those of a CHEESY VILLAIN.
Your trolltag is limoncelloSerenade and you obviously can't speak, but you
Type as if â™«
You're Constantly Singing â™«
"Samasa: Be someone else."
Speaking of Fordic, here's someone who isn't him.
LV: NONE WHATSOEVER!!
SL: Oh, DEAR GODS hE IS DREAMY.
LV: WELL I GUESS HE MIGHT BE DREAMY FROM YOUR PERSPE(TIVE!
SL: I COULD SWOON, IF thAt WAS A thING thAt A LADY MY CLASS WOULD DO.
SL: WhICh It IS NOt.
SL: SO I WON't.
LV: YEAH DON'T ONLY SISSIES DO THAT.
SL: MY, hE DOES KNOW hIS WAY AROUND WORDS.
LV: I (AN HARDLY UNDERSTAND HIS STUFF
LV: SO I GUESS SO.
LV: THAT MEANS HE TALKS REALLY FAN(Y RIGHT?
SL: I WOULD GUIDE YOU tO READ MORE, BUt thAt ISN't MY PLACE.
SL: YOU'RE PERFECt AS YOU ARE.
LV: YEAH OKAY YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT!
SL: YOU hAVE SEEN hIM, CORRECt?
SL: CAN YOU DESCRIBE hIM tO ME?
LV: WELL HIS HAIR LOOKS LIKE IT HAS BEEN (OMBED TEN TIMES
SL: Oh MY.
LV: IT'S REALLY SHINY.
LV: SO SHINY.
SL: OOh MY.
LV: HIS SHOES ARE SHINY TOO.
LV: AND UH HE HAS LIKE A FAN(Y VEST AND STUFF
SL: Oh DEAR ME.
SL: thAt SOUNDS WONDERFUL.
SL: IS hE tALL?
LV: WELL HE'S TALLER THAN ME...
SL: I hOPE I hAVE A ChANCE tO COURt hIM DURING OUR GAME.
SL: I CAN't WAIt tO KNOCK hIS ShINY PERFECt tEEth OUt.
LV: I HOPE SO TOO SAMASA BE(AUSE YOU'RE THE BEST AND YOU DESERVE THE BEST!
LV: AND I WANT TO SEE YOU KNO(K HIS TEETH OUT!
LV: OH RIGHT HIS TEETH ARE REALLY SHARP LOOKING.
LV: SO BE (AREFUL I GUESS.
LV: HIS TIE WAS REALLY STRAIGHT JUST LIKE YOURS!
SL: OKAY, thAt'S ENOUGh!
LV: OH OKAY.
SL: I thINK IF I hEAR ANY MORE thAN thAt, I'LL LOSE CONtROL AND SWOON.
SL: I'D LIKE tO AVOID thAt.
SL: AFtER ALL, A LADY MUSt KNOW thEIR WORth AND KEEP thEMSELVES DISCIPLINED.
LV: IT'S JUST AS YOU SAY!
LV: BY THE WAY HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT REDROM AT ALL?
LV: DO YOU HAVE SOMEONE YOU HAVE A (RUSH ON THERE?
SL: hMM, I CAN't SAY I hAVE thOUGht MUCh ABOUt thE FLUShED QUADRANt.
LV: ME NEITHER!
SL: .. DOES thAt MEAN YOU'VE hAD PItCh thOUGhtS?
"Samasa: Complain to VP."
segregateLambaste [SL] began trolling venerablePrecision [VP]
SL: MR. PISCIS.
SL: ARE YOU QUItE SURE ABOUt thE SEtUP OF thIS NEW tEAM?
VP: Ah yes, I presumed someone would comment on it afterwards.
SL: I FIND MYSELF DOUBtING thE NEW hIERARChY OF thE tEAM.
VP: Do not take too much concern.
SL: hOW SO?
VP: I am positive this setting will only be temporary.
VP: There is no way Tellus has what it takes to be the leader, or even co-leader of a team of twelve.
VP: Especially when quite literally all of them are on a much higher plane than him.
SL: I FIND MYSELF DOUBtING thAt, AS WELL.
VP: He will presumably crack under pressure and give full leadership to me soon.
VP: Responsibility does not suit a rustblood.
SL: QUItE SO.
SL: tO BE BLUNt, I hAtE thE thOUGht OF SUBMIttING tO A REDBLOODED hOOLIGAN.
SL: SO I hOPE hE "CRACKS" SOON.
VP: Do not preoccupy yourself with it. Despite us being co-leaders in name, all the important decisions will still rest on me. I will make absolutely sure of that.
VP: Tellus simply does not have experience nor the qualifications.
SL: WON't hE SUSPECt YOU OF MONOPOLIZING thE LEADERShIP tO YOURSELF?
VP: Oh, he seems like a simple enough fool to be content with the little errands I will give him.
VP: Were you aware that mr. Roikos fooled that boy into taking a swim in the ocean, once?
SL: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
VP: If that does not prove he is an idiot then nothing does.
SL: I AM AStONIShED. I KNEW hE WAS A FOOL, BUt tO GO tO thAt EXtEND..
VP: I am shocked as well.
VP: I am even more shocked that he somehow got out of that alive.
SL: AS WELL AS I.
VP: Now, I am sure I do not need to tell you this but if you have anything at all to report to the leadership, report to me.
VP: Not to Tellus.
SL: OF COURSE, MR. PISCIS.
VP: Tellus will not be more than a mere errand boy. I will have him deliver official forms and perhaps make small announcements.
VP: That will be enough to make him feel important, I believe.
SL: hOW DELICIOUSLY MALEVOLENt OF YOU, MR. PISCIS.
VP: Malevolent? I am being benevolent, if anything.
SL: YOU thINK YOU'RE BEING KIND tO thE POOR FOOL?
VP: If this was any other heir or heiress they would have surely speared Tellus' head by now.
VP: The gall of him to try to claim that he be equal to us Fuchsia blooded.
SL: WhY hAVEN't YOU DONE thAt, thEN?
VP: Because I believe I can change his view on things.
VP: I want to see him realize where he was wrong and submit to me.
VP: That is truly the most exquisite part.
VP: I do not see any point in shedding the blood of those who are wrong when they can easily be converted.
SL: YOU tRULY ARE BENEVOLENt, I AM DISAPPOINtED.
SL: YOU ShOULD BE A LIttLE MORE RUthLESS.
VP: I see.
VP: I am ruthless where needed be, you will see.
SL: It DOESN't BEFIt SUCh A hIGhBORN tROLL tO ShOW KINDNESS tO thOSE BELOW hIM.
VP: Hrm. Perhaps.
VP: But know this, miss Kronus.
VP: Even the lowest of the low have a place.
VP: Purely as servants, perhaps, but a place nonethless.
SL: I SUPPOSE.
VP: They all play a part in our society, no matter how seemingly small that part may be.
VP: Therefore I will not exterminate them needlessly.
SL: YOU MAKE A FAIR POINt.
VP: I will have them happily embrace their roles.
VP: Is that all you want of me?
VP: I admit we got a little derailed.
SL: YES, MR. PISCIS, thAt IS ALL.
VP: I will expect to hear from you again, in the near future.
segregateLambaste [SL] gave up trolling venerablePrecision [VP]
SL: WhAt A DISAStER.
LV: WHAT SHIT! XO
SL: I CAN't BELIEVE thAt RUStBLOOD IS OUR LEADER, EVEN IF It IS IN COLLABORAtION WIth MR. PISCIS.
LV: YEAH BUT HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A LAMER TEAM NAME THAN THE LAST RAINBOW!
LV: THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN FORDI( IS INVOLVED!
SL: I'LL JUSt PREtEND WE DON't hAVE A tEAM NAME, It'S MUCh tOO MORtIFYING tO EVEN SPEAK OUt LOUD.
LV: I'M GONNA (ALL US BLOODY RAINBOW DEATH OR SOMETHING!
SL: thAt'S MUCh BEttER.
SL: YOU CAN ALWAYS ChEER ME UP, CERLIA.
SL: thANK YOU.
LV: YEAH OF (OURSE.
LV: I (HEERED YOU UP ON PURPOSE JUST SO YOU KNOW!
SL: StILL, I thINK I AM GOING tO FILE A COMPLAINt.
SL: EXCUSE ME FOR A MINUtE.
"In the present..."
CVP: Now that that's settled, let us move on to our next topic.
CVL: We're deciding on a new leader, righ7?
CVP: By now everyone should be aware that our session is in fact one single unified session and that we all have a common goal. There is therefore no need to have two opposing teams.
CVP: Now, I am fairly sure we can all agree that the proud new leader of this unified team shall be me.
CVP: It is only natural.
CPS: NO, WE DON'T ALL AGREE ON THAT!!!!
CPS: AND !T'S NOT NATURAL, CUT THAT BULLSH!T!!!!!!
CVP: Of course it is.
CVP: Only I have the necessary skills in leadership.
CLS: if I May â™«
CLS: Voice my Opinion â™«
CLS: I Think Fordic â™«
CLS: Was a Pleasant â™«
CLS: Leader as Long â™«
CLS: as it Lasted â™«
CPS: THANKS, LUMORE!!!!
CVL: Yeah, like I mean he was pre77y disorganized bu7 aren'7 we all.
CVP: Not me.
CSL: I WOULDN't tRUSt OUR LIVES ON thE hANDS OF A RUStBLOOD.
CLV: BUT WE SHOULD MAKE SAMASA LEADER!
CVL: No offence Sam, but if you're leader my lazy days are over^
CSL: thAt WOULD BE A GOOD thING, PUNtIA.
CSL: YOU ARE FAR tOO LAZY.
CURRENT spectrumScripter [CSS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CSS: in my opinion, mr. piscis should be ze leader, because as he said, he is ze only one viz ze skill set of a true ruler.
CVP: Absolutely. Thank you mr. Delere.
CPS: TRUE RULER MY BUTT!!!!
CPS: ANY ONE OF US COULD BE A RULER FOR ALL WE KNOW!!!!
CSV: no not me......@_v
CPS: OKAY, ANY ONE OF US EXCEPT NUPTUS!!!!!
CSV: ok yeah but dont put it like that......@_v
CVP: Hrm, absolutely preposterous.
CVP: None of you lowbloods are fit to lead.
CVP: If anyone on your ex-team should lead it should be miss Vitrum.
CVL: Aww geez, wha7's wi7h 7he fla77ery.
CVL: ...Wow, 7ha7'd be kinda awesome 7o be hones7.
CVL: Ok, le7's make ME 7he leader^
CSL: DEAR GOD, NO.
CVP: Absolutely not.
CLS: Why Not Though â™«
CSL: I'M AFRAID ShE'S VERY LAZY AND SELF-CENtERED.
CSV: yeah kinda......@_v
CVL: Be7rayed by my bes7 friends^^^
CVP: Enough. I will be leader. End of discussion.
CPS: NO, SHUT UP MR. SNOBFACE!!!!
CPS: WE SHOULD VOTE ON WHO'S THE LEADER, !F ANYTH!NG!!!!
CLS: That Might Be â™«
CLS: A Good Idea â™«
CVP: A vote, hm?
CVV: A VotE SoundS GooD, ShE WoulD LikE TO EnforcE ThaT IdeA.
CVS: caáµ° i alreaDy say i vote for cuvvie~~?
CVS: i áµ¯eaáµ° áµ¯r. piscis~~!!!
CSP: HAHAHHA cuvvie
CSP: thatz fucking brilliant
CSP: that juzt made my fucking day
CVP: Be quiet.
CSP: or what
CSP: yeah fucking thought zo
CVL: Ok, 7his is jus7 a sugges7ion bu7 maybe we should make a vo7e be7ween Dic and Cuvier.
CVL: 7hey were already 7he es7ablished leaders.
CVL: Like i7 makes sense 7o have one or 7he o7her, righ7?
CSL: thAt SEEMS REASONABLE.
CVP: Very well.
CVP: I suppose I should give you lowbloods an even chance.
CVP: Fine, we will have a vote.
CVP: An organized vote, if possible.
CVP: Myself and mr. Tellus will of course refrain from voting.
CVP: Let's begin, one at a time now.
CLV: I VOTE (UVIER I GUESS. THERE'S NO WAY I'LL VOTE FOR FORDIC!
CSS: i vote for mr. piscis
CSL: I VOtE FOR MR. PISCIS, tOO.
CVV: ShE VoteS FoR FordiC.
CLS: I Will Vote â™«
CLS: For Fordic Too â™«
CVS: i vote for áµ¯r. cuvvie~~
CVS: i áµ¯eaáµ° áµ¯r. piscis, oops~~!
CVL: Well, I go77a vo7e for Dic here, he's my friend and all^ >_^
CSV: um sorry sir piscis im votin for fordic too......@_v
CURRENT paranoidVelocity [CPV] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CPV ceased responding to memo.
CVL: Yo, big man.
CVL: You're losing.
CVP: Not at all. With Pallas' vote we will be even. I am a little appalled but I suppose you lowbloods do not want to betray your former leader. Makes sense, even though it is foolish and misguided of you.
CSP: i zit here
CSP: drinking my tequila
CSP: my feet on my dezk
CSP: oh what a life
CSP: and it all dependz on me
CSP: how abzo-fucking-lutely wonderful
CVP: What are you trying to say.
CSP: i vote
CSP: fordic cranberryzauce telluz
CSV: i dont think thats his name......@_v
CSP: now it iz
CPS: WOW, ! WON!!!!
CSL: PALLAS, YOU IDIOt!
CVP: Hrm, stop joking.
CVP: I know you are simply trying to be funny and contrary.
CSP: naw im completely fucking zeriouz
CVP: That cannot possibly be.
CVP: You have no reason not to vote for me.
CSP: oh i dont
CSP: oh i zee
CSP: i fucking dont
CSP: but guezz what ya big zmoocher
CSP: i do
CSP: i fucking do
CSP: i dont appreciate ya touching my fucking thingz and then planting yer ugly fucking fizh lipz on my corpze
CVP: I cannot believe you are angry about me SAVING YOUR LIFE.
CVP: I even cleaned your Gods forsaken room while I was at it!
CVP: You should thank me on your knees in tears!
CSP: yeah thatz what i fucking call touching my ztuff
CVP: I call it putting your things in order!
CSP: well put thiz in order: i vote for telluz
CVL: Hey so now 7ha7 fordic won
CVP: He did not win!
CPS: YEAH, ! TOTALLY WON!!!
CPS: FA!R AND SQUARE!!!
CVP: No you did not, Pallas is not in his right mind, and I am quite sure that once he calms down he will realize that he wanted to vote for me all along.
CVP: He is just simply a little shaken right now.
CVP: Dying must have been very stressful for him.
CVL: Ge77ing kissed by you mus7 have been s7ressful.
CPS: CUV!ER, !T'S OK!!! !'LL BE A GOOD LEADER!!!!
CVP: Hrm, while it is with some regret that I do this, I will allow you to be co-leader. Seeing as we were evenly matched.
CVV: ThaT'S A GooD IdeA, YoU ShoulD BotH WorK TogetheR
CVV: YoU WerE BotH LeaderS, ToO
CVV: IT OnlY MakeS SensE FoR YoU TwO TO ContinuE AS YoU WerE
CVV: BuT TogetheR
CVP: I suppose there might be some merit in it.
CPS: ALR!GHT, !'M DOWN W!TH THAT!!!!!
CVP: I will send you a contract later that you will sign, marking our co-leadership
CPS: A CONTRACT..???!!
CPS: ALR!GHT, SURE, WHATEVER!!!
CLS: There is Perhaps â™«
CLS: a New Problem â™«
CPS: WHAT'S THAT, LUMORE?!!!
CLS: a Team Name â™«
CPS: WE'RE TEAM K!CKASS, OF COURSE!!!!!
CVP: ABSOLUTELY NOT, and forgive my internet yelling but that is the single most absurd suggestion you could have voiced!
CVL: Coulda been 7eam Bruce Lee, we go7 off pre77y ligh7ly 7BH.
CPS: OK, LET'S SEE..!!!
CPS: TEAM K!CK FUCHS!A'S ASS!!!!!
CPS: THAT'S A MASHUP OF BOTH THE TEAMNAMES!!!!
CVL: 7ha7's grea7, le7's be 7ha7^
CSP: yeah i vote for team kick fuchzia'z azz
CSV: maybe not cause i feel like thats pretty offensive to sir piscis......@_v
CSL: It IS IN BAD tAStE.
CSV: cant we be somethin else like i dunno um little snail crusaders......@_v
CVS: how about we're teaáµ¯ raiáµ°bow~!!
CLV: BLERGH NO WAY!
CLV: WE SHOULD BE TEAM BLOODSHED AND DESPAIR!
CPS: THAT'S A COOL NAME!!!
CPS: HOW ABOUT TEAM BLOODSHED AND K!CKASS!!!!
CVL: S7op 7rying 7o shoehorn "kickass" in7o i7.......
CPS: BUT !T SOUNDS REALLY COOL..!!
CPS: PLUS !T HAS MY "!" !N !T..!!!!
CVL: I s7ill 7hink we should be 7he 12 Jolly Meowbeas7s.
CSL: MUSt WE hAVE A tEAM NAME At ALL?
CSL: It IS AWFULLY ChILDISh.
CVP: I suppose we do not need one. It has no real purpose now that we only have one team.
CLV: BUT WE WANT ONE!
CLV: WE'RE THE LAST ALTERNIANS THAT EXIST WE SHOULD AT LEAST (ALL OURSELVES SOMETHING COOL AND GUTSY!
CSP: ok how about team ztupid azz cuntz
CVP: Can you not.
CLS: we Could be â™«
CLS: The Last Alternians â™«
CSV: thats kinda romantic......@_v
CSS: i like zat.
CSV: it sounds like the title of a novel or somethin......@_v
CVS: caáµ°'t we be teaáµ¯ raiáµ°bow~~?
CVS: we all have such varyiáµ°g blooD colors aáµ°D all~~!!
CVS: it áµ¯akes seáµ°se~!
CSV: i never paid attention to it but shes right......@_v
CSV: theres at least one of each......@_v
CVP: Yes. I believe that is how it was meant to be from the beginning, for reproduction purposes.
CVP: Though I believe mr. Kerkes is a little superfluous, what with being a last second addition to the game and all.
CPS: HE'S NOT SUPERFLUOUS!!! HE'S NECESSARY AND !MPORTANT!!!!!
CVP: Yes, well. I suppose it makes a nice even number of us.
CLV: SO ARE WE GONNA HAVE A TEAM NAME OR NOT?
CVL: Le7's be like...
CVL: 7he Las7 Rainbow. LOL
CVS: that's cute, i like that~~!!
CVP: It might perhaps be a little too cutesy.
CVP: I suggest we hold another vote.
CVS: i vote yes~~!!
CSV: my suggestion went completely ignored so alright......@_v
CLS: I Like it â™«
CVV: ShE VoteS FoR ThiS NamE ToO
CSS: i suppose i vote for it, too.
CVL: No way everyone is going wi7h my joke name... Fine 7hen I'm gonna vo7e yes too^
CSL: I VOtE NAY.
CLV: ME TOO WITH THE NAY WHAT A LAME NAME!
CSP: yeah gotta go with mizz zhrimp over here and zay thiz name zuckz all kindz of waztechute
CPS: DO ! GET TO VOTE, OR DO LEADERS NEVER VOTE?!!!
CVP: What do you think, mr. Tellus.
CVP: Is "The Last Rainbow" the kind of name you want us to carry?
CPS: YEAH, SURE!!!!
CLV: SHIT AT THIS RATE WE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE LAST SUFFERING UNIHORNED HOLY BEASTS.
CVP: It seems we obtained more positive votes than negative ones.
CVP: Therefore, "The Last Rainbow" it is.
CVL: Fucking incredible.
CVS: yay~!! áµ°_áµ°
CLS: it is Lovely â™«
CPS: ! NEED TO TELL HASS!S ABOUT !T TOO!!!!
CVP: I have gotten needlessly exhausted, so I believe it is time to end this particular memo.
CVL: 7ha7's ok Cuvvie, you worked very hard.
CVL: 7ake a res7.
CVP banned CVL from responding to memo.
CPS: OK, SO ! GUESS TH!S !S END OF THAT!!!!
CPS: BYE, EVERYONE!!!!!
CSL: GOOD GRIEF.
CVP closed memo.
"A few minutes in the past..."
You are now the other guy who died.
SP: yer fucking impozzible
SV: what do you mean......@_v
SP: juzt wow
SV: what is it......@_v
SP: im cool huh
SV: oh crap dont tell me your readin all the stuff i wrote......@_v
SV: dont do that......@_v
SP: i did already
SP: wow ya really have a talent for being a fucking lozer
SV: im sorry......@_v
SV: i was really upset......@_v
SP: yeah i can fucking zee that
SP: im fucking zpeechlezz
SP: thiz iz zo fucking ztupid
SP: im juzt gonna go now
SV: wait dont go yet......@_v
SP: no way man
snazzyPioneer [SP] ceased pestering squeamishVermicide [SV]
SV: no pallas wait im serious......@_v
SV: listen can we at least......@_v
SV: talk again sometime......@_v
SV: i still think your scary and mean but you dyin made me realize that im......@_v
SV: a little curious about you......@_v
SV: and i want to know you better......@_v
SV: if that makes sense......@_v
SV: anyway um if your readin this just a no or yes is fine for an answer......@_v
SV: or i guess i mean......@_v
SV: a yez......@_v
SV: anyway a no is fine too ......@_v
SV: just answer with somethin......@_v
SP: oh my fucking god
SP: ill zay maybe
SP: now leave me the fuck alone
snazzyPioneer [SP] ceased trolling squeamishVermicide [SV]
SV: you really are alive......@_v
SV: i cant believe this......@_v
SP: yez im alive and kicking
SV: i cant believe im this relieved over someone like you bein alive......@_v
SV: no wait stop what are you doin......@_v
SV: dont kick your own body......@_v
SP: eh whatever itz dead
SV: dont be so mean to it......@_v
SV: its still you sort of......@_v
SP: oh fuck off
SP: wow all thiz ztuff ya wrote
SP: im not even gonna bother reading it
SV: oh uh......@_v
SV: okay phew......@_v
SV: yeah dont read it its not important at all......@_v
SV: please ignore it......@_v
SP: way to be zuzpiciouz about it
SV: yeah ok but dont read it its really embarrassin in retrospect......@_v
SV: i didnt know we had extra lives......@_v
SV: im so glad......@_v
SV: anyway hey why did the emperor kiss you......@_v
SV: you have a dealie huh......@_v
SP: what the fuck iz a dealie
SP: are ya a fucking one zweep old wiggler
SV: okay fine are you pailinbuddies or somethin is that what you want me to say......@_v
SV: sorry for bein vulgar......@_v
SP: no we are not fucking fucking ya fucking idiot
SP: i dont know what the fuck yer talking about
SV: oh then that pretty was weird of him
SV: i wouldnt want someone to kiss me at random im not even attractive......@_v
SV: what the heck......@_v
SV: pallas now your a ghost ive finally gone nuts and now im seein things......@_v
SV: oh just please pick this up......@_v
SP: holy fuck did ya write me a fucking book here
SV: dont read anythin......@_v
SV: oh man......@_v
SP: wow i dont even fucking care
SV: are you alive now......@_v
SP: apparently we have extra fucking livez or zomething
SP: wouldve been nice to fucking know that fucking beforehand
SV: an extra life......@_v
SV: oh i guess......@_v
SV: that might make sense since were in a game and all......@_v
SV: why are you wearin shiny cute purple pajamas......@_v
SP: i have no fucking clue
You come by a portal almost immediately. Might as well.
"Pallas: Find yourself alive."
Where the fuck is this. More importantly why are you even alive, you don't think hell would be this purple and this glorious. You also don't think you'd be wearing purple pajamas. It seems all you can do is look around for clues.
SV: im really sorry......@_v
SV: are you the emperor......@_v
SV: why is the emperor in your hive pallas......@_v
SV: why did he kiss you also now hes just leavin......@_v
SV: if he kissed you......@_v
SV: does that mean......@_v
SV: you two have a dealie......@_v
SV: HELLO COME ON CANT YOU HEAR THE PDA RING......@_v
SV: OR BLING......@_v
SP: Oh will you be quiet.
SV: what is happenin who is this......@_v
SV: now their puttin your books in order why is this happenin......@_v
SV: can you pick this pda up please......@_v
SV: answer me you can hear it right......@_v
SV: this is not fair everyone keeps dyin......@_v
SV: and now theres even some weirdo ass guy in shorts kissin your corpse......@_v
SV: wait WHAT......@_v
SV: aw geez......@_v
SV: your dead arent you......@_v
SV: this sucks......@_v
SV: i didnt want this......@_v
SV: what the heck is this game???????????......@_v
SV: pallas i cant see you movin......@_v
SV: but your still alive right......@_v
SV: did your hive enter the medium just now......@_v
SV: please be alive......@_v
SV: im not gonna stop talkin to you......@_v
SV: maybe you can still hear the bling noises......@_v
SV: i wont leave......@_v
SV: i dunno if your even alive anymore this is so weird......@_v
SV: im probably talkin to myself by now......@_v
SV: but i just dont wanna leave for some reason......@_v
SV: i kinda......@_v
SV: despite everythin i did think you were kinda cool......@_v
SV: you were nice to me at the start sort of......@_v
SV: tho i guess that mightve been you tryin to trick me......@_v
SV: but you even made me a gamin console......@_v
SV: im sorry i rejected it......@_v
You blow the candle out with your last breath, how fucking poetic is that? The last shitty flickering flame that was your life has gone out.
You cast a glance at the candle the game tossed at you. It's supposed to have something to do with your entry into the Medium. Not that it really matters anymore since you're pretty sure you're going to die right here. Some fucking life that was.
SV: are you ok???????......@_v
SP: thiz zure remindz me of lumore
SP: zhe couldnt get me to bleed thiz much tho
SP: zhe waz a lozer too
SV: stay put you can make it......@_v
SV: listen i dunno why i care your a terrible dude......@_v
SV: but i still dont want you to die......@_v
SP: itz not that bad
SP: juzt a little blood
SV: i have never seen this much blood anywhere in my life are you kiddin......@_v
SP: yer zuch a dumbazz
SV: so are you shut up......@_v
SV: your a really horrible dumbass jerk but......@_v
SV: please live......@_v
SP: i cant even hear the godawful noize anymore
SV: dont die......@_v
SV: no because nobody else is there and if anythin i dont want you to bleed all alone in there......@_v
SV: i wouldnt wish that kinda thing even to my worst enemies......@_v
SV: which i guess you kinda were......@_v
SV: now that i think about it......@_v
SV: its ok just keep typin dude......@_v
SV: it can be anythin......@_v
SV: just let me know your still alive......@_v
SV: help will come soon i think......@_v
SP: wonder if yer ztill there
SV: i am......@_v
SV: can you hear trollian doin the......@_v
SV: whatever blingy stupid noises it does......@_v
SV: im still here......@_v
SV: keep hangin in there......@_v
SV: im tryin to get in touch with your client too......@_v
SV: but hes not answerin......@_v
SV: and neither is that hassis......@_v
That's a fucking candle.
SV: holy heck did your eye burst are you okay......@_v
SV: pallas answer me......@_v
SP: im fucking fabulouz
SP: thankz for azking
SP: fucking moron
SV: this is awful dont die dude......@_v
SV: hang in there ok......@_v
SP: ya wouldve gotten culled zo fucking certainly ya know
SP: good for ya everyone who wouldve cared iz dying with me from thiz godawful noize
SV: dont die......@_v
SP: why the fuck do ya even care
SV: i care because......@_v
"Pallas: Answer troll."
squeamishVermicide [SV] began trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
SV: hey hello um are you alright......@_v
SV: hello can you answer......@_v
SP: why the fuck are ya talking to me
SP: im a little buzy here
SV: yeah um your bleedin all over the place......@_v
SV: i didnt see anyone else talkin to you so i thought i should......@_v
SV: are you okay......@_v
SP: do i fucking look ok to ya
SV: well no to be honest......@_v
SP: i dont need your zhitty pity poetry right now
SP: go away
SV: whats happenin to you you keep bleedin harder......@_v
SV: are you in the game yet......@_v
SP: no of courze im fucking not in the game yet
SP: and theze are the lovely fucking effectz of the vazt glub ya can zee on me
SP: thiz fucking noize
SP: fuck i cant hear anything
SV: ok i shouldnt worry about you but are you gonna die......@_v
SV: i dont like people dyin......@_v
SP: well i dont like fucking dying
SP: but here i fucking am
SV: maybe you should lay down......@_v
SV: you can probably survive somehow......@_v
SP: laying down wont help anything
SP: and fucking kerkez iz not anzwering
SP: where the fuck iz he
SV: should i try to contact him......@_v
"Sometime in the near future..."
Cuvier's lusus sure picked the best possible time to start wailing. You feel like your eardrums are about to burst. Which they probably are.
You have never been in this much pain in your whole life, and that's saying something.
Even then you had to help the pissblooded asslicker enter, even though you're pretty sure he's now dead.
snazzyPioneer [SP] began trolling paranoidVelocity [PV]
SP: WHAT DID YA DO
SP: WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK WOULD YA DO THAT
paranoidVelocity [PV] ceased trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
SP: NO DONT FUCKING IGNORE ME
SP: IM NOT YELLING IM TYPING IN ALL CAPZ YA FUCKING MORON
SP: YA DID ZO DO WRONG
SP: I DIDNT WANT THAT FUCKING ZHITBAG OF A LUZUZ AZ MY GHOZTLY GAME GUIDE
paranoidVelocity [PV] ceased trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
SP: DO THAT ONCE MORE AND ILL FIND YA AND KILL YA
SP: itz not that hard zince were in the zame fucking game and all
SP: oh fuck no
SP: itz fucking talking zome zhitty gibberizh to me THIZ IZ ALL YER FAULT
SP: FUCK YA I ZWEAR IM GONNA KILL YA
SP: ugh juzt
SP: juzt fucking build up my hive and DONT PROTOTYPE ANYTHING AGAIN
SP: im juzt gonna go and fluzh my head down the fucking loadgaper
SP: yeah whatever
paranoidVelocity [PV] ceased trolling snazzyPioneer [SP]
THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE.
Looks like you can say goodbye to that asshole lusus for good, there he goes, flying to fucking heaven-- WAIT WHAT.
Your name is PALLAS ROIKOS and your LUSUS just died.
You are EXTREMELY DELIGHTED about this fact, it's pretty much the BEST DAY of your life.
Little do you know that this is also the LAST DAY of YOUR life.
You have various INTERESTS which all revolve around BIOLOGY. You are quite the BIOLOGY ENTHUSIAST and you use your high blood status to get you various different APPARATUSES to help you out with your OBSESSION. You also get BODY PART DONATIONS from your buddy CERLIA, which of course help you out in your STUDIES. Not that you have a lack of helpless VICTIMS for you to DISSECT. You make many trips to LOWBLOOD NEIGHBOURHOODS and "HARVEST" the weak and susceptible. You have become somewhat INFAMOUS for this very reason and there are LEGENDS of you EATING TROLLS or drowning them in the LAKE beside your hive where MONSTERS can feast on them, or other such NONSENSE.
You have other hobbies too, one of them being POTTERY. Nobody ever believes you when you say you absolutely love FINE ARTS and enjoy using your HANDS to sculpt beautiful pieces but you can't really say you mind. You don't like looking WEAK in front of people.
Which brings us up to your INSECURITIES, which are high in number. Not that you would ever admit it to yourself or anyone around you. You're stronger than that. During the course of your life you have PERFECTED the art of LAUGHING and MAKING FUN of the FAULTS in other people while turning a BLIND EYE to your own. You are terribly MANIPULATIVE and SELFISH which has ensured that you have almost no real lasting RELATIONSHIPS with ANYONE.
Your trolltag is snazzyPioneer and you take pride in zpeaking like the mozt inzufferable fucking azzhole jerk pozzible
"Be one of the guys who died."
You are now one of the guys who died.
"Samasa: Join memo."
CVP RIGHT NOW opened memo on board First Official Sgrub Memo.
CVP: Now then, this is the very first official memo, made for the sake of our campaign. I would like to lay down some basic rules.
CVP: 1. Do not spam this memo. If you have nothing of importance to contribute, keep your mouth shut.
CVP: 2. Do not talk over me under any circumstances.
CURRENT punchingSteadfast [CPS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CPS: OKAY, YEAH YEAH WE GOT !T!!!!
CPS: TH!S !S NOT ABOUT YOU, TH!S !S ABOUT ALL OF US!!!!!!
CVP: Fordic Tellus immediately breaks rule number two.
CPS: OH PHOOEY!!!
CVP: Nomally further offences would get you banned from the memo. However as this is the very first memo and this topic is very important, I will forgive you this one time.
CURRENT lovelyVendetta [CLV] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CLV: SO WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?
CVP: There is quite a lot to cover, as I am sure you can all assume.
CVP: Perhaps we should begin by discussing our planet's unexpected demise.
CVP: Does anyone have anything to say in regards to this?
CURRENT vitriolicLaceration [CVL] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CVL: ...I7 blows?
CURRENT segregateLambaste [CSL] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CSL: I hAVE A QUEStION.
CSL: WhY DID YOUR LUSUS DECIDE tO LEt OUt thE VASt GLUB NOW, OF ALL tIMES?
CVP: It is not as if it DECIDED to do so. It was simply its dying scream, and you should all consider yourselves lucky you escaped alive.
CVP: Except of course for the 16,67% of you who did not.
CURRENT squeamishVermicide [CSV] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CSV: how many is 16% people......@_v
CURRENT snazzyPioneer [CSP] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CSP: thatz two ya fucking idiot
CPS: WHAT WAS THAT???!!
CURRENT vagariousSpeculator [CVS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CVS: i káµ°ow, i káµ°ow~~!
CVS: the sáµ°ail weáµ°t iáµ°to its shell~!!
CVS: how cute~!! áµ°uáµ°
CPS: WHAT, THAT TH!NG !S A SNA!L?!!!
CPS: ! THOUGHT !T WAS A FACE!!!!
CSV: what can you repeat that please......@_v
CPS: SEE L!KE, ONE EYE OPEN ONE EYE CLOSED???!!!
CSV: what no its a snail how could you think its a face im so sad now......@_v
CSV: why would it be a face......@_v
CPS: WELL ! DON'T KNOW!!!!
CVL: Dic you dumbass^^ OMG
CSV: oh my gods did you think i was makin weird winky faces all this time i cant believe this......@_v
CSL: ENOUGh. CAN WE REtURN tO thE tOPIC At hAND.
CVP: Please, yes.
CVP: Demented lowblood banter aside I believe we were supposed to discuss our planet and how it has ceased to be.
CSL: ARE YOU QUItE SURE thE GLUB WIPED OUt EVERY SINGLE tROLL?
CVP: Even if it did not, we can safely say our planet was at least decimated by meteors.
CURRENT limoncelloSerenade [CLS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CLS: That is Quite â™«
CLS: a Terrible Thought â™«
CVL: Well a7 leas7 7he game had 7he decency 7o save our hives^
CVL: Bu7 now all my good buddies are as dead as 7he mini cac7us I had once. v_v
CSV: when the heck did you own a mini cactus......@_v
CVP: I had a few acquintances of my own whom I now mourn deeply.
CVP: However we must move on as we are now the last specimens of our race.
CSL: ISN't OUR RACE BASICALLY DOOMED thEN.
CSL: hOW WILL WE EVER REPRODUCE WIthOUt A MOthERGRUB AND DRONES.
CURRENT vitalityVillein [CVV] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CVV: FeaR NoT.
CVV: HeR LusuS WaS A VirgiN MothergruB, AnD BeforE HeR DemisE ShE ExtracteD A MatriorB FroM WithiN HeR.
CVV: IT WaS AlL MeanT TO GO LikE ThiS.
CVV: TherE IS StilL HopE FoR US.
CLV: SO WE'RE NOT GONNA BEAT EA(HOTHER UP IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH?
CVP: No. Perish the thought.
CVP: Anyhow, let us have a moment of silence for our planet and all the innocent trolls that died for the sake of our game.
FUTURE punchingSteadfast [FPS] 8:44 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FPS: WOAH, ! CAN DO TH!S!!!
FPS: HEY YOU ALL, !'M FROM THE FUTURE!!!
CVP banned FPS from responding to memo.
CVP: We shall of course pretend that the prior did not take place.
CVS: hey, there's soáµ¯ethiáµ°g really botheriáµ°g áµ¯e~!
CVP: What is that miss Pysgod?
CVS: you saiD 16 poiáµ°t soáµ¯ethiáµ°g perceáµ°t of us DieD~!
CVS: who DieD!
"Samasa: Answer VP."
venerablePrecision [VP] began trolling segregateLambaste [SL]
VP: Greetings, miss Kronus.
SL: hELLO, MR. PISCIS.
VP: Let us keep this very brief. I am here to inform you of an official memo that you and miss Aprile must absolutely partake in.
VP: It is of utmost importance.
VP: To give you an idea of what to expect from our discussion, I am appointing the leader of our new 12-man team.
SL: VERY WELL. WE WILL JOIN IMMEDIAtELY.
venerablePrecision [VP] gave up trolling segregateLambaste [SL]
LV: YOU'RE SO GOOD AT BRUSHING MY HAIR I ALREADY FEEL BEAUTIFUL
SL: YOU ARE BEAUtIFUL, DEAR.
LV: PALLAS SAYS MY OLD HAIR LOOKED BETTER BUT HE'S WRONG RIGHT? XO
SL: YES, DEFINItELY. PALLAS DOESN't KNOW UP FROM DOWN WhEN It COMES tO LOOKS.
SL: hAVE YOU SEEN hIS hAIR? tERRIBLE.
LV: Y-YEAH! NOWADAYS YOU HAVE TO LOOK (LEAN TO BE RESPE(TABLE.
SL: YES, tO LOOK RESPECtABLE IS tO BE CLEAN AND tIDY.
SL: YOU'VE COME A LONG WAY, DEAR.
LV: YOU KNOW BEST!
SL: YES, WELL, I'VE COME A LONG WAY, tOO.
LV: HOW DO YOU MEAN?
SL: I WASN't ALWAYS LIKE thIS. thERE USED tO BE A tIME WhERE MY hAIR WAS WILD AND MY CLOthES DIRtY.
SL: I ShUDDER tO thINK BACK tO thOSE tIMES.
LV: I (AN'T IMAGINE YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT! THAT'S SO WEIRD!
LV: I BET IT'S BE(AUSE YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH PUNTIA!
SL: hMM, thAt MIGht'VE BEEN A PARt OF It, YES. ShE'S QUItE UNMANNERED AND UNtIDY.
LV: ISN'T SHE FRIENDS WITH THAT DUMBASS FORDI( TOO?
SL: YES, ShE REGREttABLY IS.
LV: FORDI( IS SU(H A DUMBASS!
LV: I DON'T GET WHY ANYONE WOULD BE FRIENDS WITH SU(H A STUPID UNIHORN!
SL: I DO NOt GEt It EIthER. WhY WAStE tIME ON SUCh GARBAGE? I'LL NEVER UNDERStAND PUNtIA.
LV: I DON'T LIKE HIM AT ALL! WHEN I SEE HIM I'M GONNA PUN(H HIM SO HARD HIS LAST HORN WILL FLY OUT!
SL: GOOD, MAKE It A BLOW hE WILL REMEMBER AS LONG AS hE LIVES.
LV: BUT IF HE GETS DEFEATED BY SOME IMPS I'LL BE SO MAD I SWEAR!
SL: tO BE hONESt, I WOULDN't BE SURPRISED.
LV: OH BY THE WAY SAMASA THE IMPS ARE SO DISAPPOINTING DO YOU WANNA HEAR?
SL: YES, OF COURSE, DEAR.
LV: THEY ALL EXPLODE INTO GRIST WHEN I KILL THEM BUT I WANTED TO COLLECT THEIR BODYPARTS!
SL: Ah, thAt IS tRUE.. thEY SIMPLY VANISh.
LV: THAT'S SO BORING.
LV: I (AN'T WAIT TO BEAT UP THE OTHER TEAM AT LEAST THEY'LL BLEED.
LV: OH RIGHT WE'RE NOT IN DIFFERENT TEAMS ANYMORE.
SL: YES, SADLY thAt IS thE CASE.
SL: BUt I SUPPOSE WE ShOULD RESPECt thE RULES OF thIS GAME, AS WE hAVE NO PLACE tO REtURN tO.
LV: I WASN'T EXPE(TING OUR PLANET TO BLOW UP THAT'S KINDA (OOL BUT BEATING UP TROLLS WAS MORE REWARDING THAN BEATING UP IMPS.
LV: BUT THAT MEANS WE'RE THE LAST SURVIVING TROLLS EVER!
LV: THAT'S PRETTY BADASS! XD
LV: FORDI( TOO THOUGH UGH!
SL: hE'LL DIE SOON ENOUGh.
LV: I MIGHT NOT BE SO (OOL WITH THAT...! XO
SL: DO NOt LAMENt thE DEMISE OF LOWBLOODS, thEIR LIVES ARE SIMPLY NOt MEANt tO LASt.
"Hours in the future..."
SL: I WON't WAStE ANYMORE tIME ON ARGUING WIth YOU.
SL: KEEP thE SWIRLS, FOR NOW.
SL: BUt DO NOt DRAW ANYMORE OF thEM, IS thAt CLEAR?
VS: !! áµ°_áµ°
VS: hehee, i káµ°ew you woulD uáµ°Derstaáµ°D~!
SL: JUSt, KEEP YOUR hANDS OUt OF MY RESPItE BLOCK.
SL: I DON't WANt YOU RUINING ANYthING thERE.
VS: yes, yes~!
VS: i coulD áµ¯ake the stairs colorful too~!
VS: what's your favorite color~?
VS: coáµ¯e oáµ°, you gotta have oáµ°e~!
segregateLambaste [SL] gave up trolling vagariousSpeculator [VS]
VS: >o< boriáµ°g~!!
You take a deep sigh. Someone here is going to have to act like an adult, and if not you then.. well, nobody.
"Samasa: Troll Domina."
segregateLambaste [SL] began trolling vagariousSpeculator [VS]
SL: WhAt DO YOU thINK YOU'RE DOING?
VS: what Do you áµ¯eaáµ° 'what'~
VS: caáµ°'t you see~?
VS: i'áµ¯ áµ¯akiáµ°g it pretty~~ áµ°_áµ°
SL: It IS NOt YOUR JOB tO MAKE MY hIVE "PREttIER".
SL: YOUR JOB IS tO SIMPLY BUILD UP tOWARDS thE GAtE.
SL: YOU'RE WAStING PRECIOUS BUILDING GRISt SCRIBBLING ALLOVER MY hIVE.
VS: i Doáµ°'t waáµ°áµ°a builD just gray stairs allover!
VS: it's boriáµ°g~!
VS: your hive is áµ¯uch better if it woulD get soáµ¯e color oáµ° it~! áµ°_áµ°
SL: I WASN't ASKING YOUR OPINION ON thE MAttER.
SL: ERASE thESE ChILDISh SWIRLS IMMEDIAtELY.
VS: i Doáµ°'t waáµ°áµ°a~!
VS: they're cute~~!
SL: ERASE thEM, NOW.
SL: I WON't hAVE MY CAStLE BE A CANVAS FOR YOU tO SCRIBBLE ON.
VS: áµ°o~!! >o<
VS: i Doáµ°'t waáµ°áµ°a look at aáµ°y áµ¯ore boriáµ°g gray stoáµ°e~!
VS: i've gotteáµ° eáµ°ough of it for a highblooD lifetiáµ¯e~~!
SL: ERASE thEM.
VS: áµ°o~~~!!! >_<
You're going to have to have a word with her.
What does your server player think she's doing?! Who told her to paint such ugly childish swirls on your castle!
"Samasa: Take a closer look."
You swear to all the ancient - though now mostly forgotten - troll Gods, you can't leave that girl unsupervised for even a minute!
Wait, what is happening to your hive?!
"Samasa: Inspect your nails."
You look at your chipped nail in distaste. You would never participate to such a brutish game if it weren't for the heir's orders. Either way you'll have to return to your hive to fix it.
OOH THESE GUYS ARE GONNA EAT IT!
"Samasa: Contact Cerlia."
segregateLambaste [SL] began trolling lovelyVendetta [LV]
SL: I WASN't EXPECtING thESE IMPS.
SL: I BROKE MY NAIL.
SL: thIS GAME IS NOt StARtING WELL.
LV: OH NO!
LV: THAT BLOWS SO MU(H! XO
SL: It DOES.
SL: Oh WELL.
SL: WhEN WE hAVE A BREAK, WILL YOU JOIN ME FOR A MANICURE?
LV: I WILL!
SL: GOOD, thEN It IS DECIDED.
SL: hAVE YOU hAD ANY PROBLEMS WIth thESE IMPS?
LV: NOT AT ALL, THEY'RE (AKE!
SL: AS EXPECtED.
SL: I'M PROUD OF YOU.
LV: I'M SURE THEY'RE REALLY (AKE FOR YOU TOO THO! YOU KI(KED THE NAILS OUT OF THEM RIGHT?
SL: OF COURSE.
LV: I DON'T THINK ANY IMP IS A (ONTEST FOR YOU!
LV: THEY'RE UGLY.
SL: YOU'RE RIGht, thEY ARE.
SL: APPALLING CREAtURES.
LV: WHERE ARE YOU SAMASA ARE YOU IN THE GLITTER PLA(E TOO?
SL: OF COURSE NOt.
SL: I AM IN A PLACE WIth BRIGht GLACIERS.
LV: THAT SOUNDS SO (OOL!!
SL: It'S A BIt tOO BRIGht FOR MY tAStE.
LV: IT'S PRETTY DARK IN HERE IF YOU WANT TO (OME OVER.
LV: THERE'S ALL THESE GLITTERY SPARKLES ALL OVER THE PLA(E AND A BUN(H OF STAIRS.
LV: I PUN(HED SOME LAME IMP RIGHT DOWN THEM!
LV: IT BOUN(ED ALL THE WAY DOWN WHILE MAKING SQUEAKY NOISES!
LV: THESE GUYS ARE SU(H A JOKE.
SL: I hOPE YOU CAN UNLEASh ALL YOUR BLOODLUSt ON thESE WORthLESS CREAtURES.
LV: I WILL! BUT I ALSO HOPE THERE'S STRONGER ONES THAN THESE.
SL: I'M SURE thE GAME WON't DISAPPOINt US.
SL: AFtER ALL, It WAS RECOMMENDED BY thE hEIR hIMSELF.
LV: BUT ISN'T (UVIER PRETTY DISAPPOINTING TOO?
SL: NOt At ALL.
SL: hE IS IMPRESSIVE AND ELOQUENt.
SL: OF COURSE, WE MUSt NOt ShOW tOO MUCh RESPECt, LESt hE thINK WE ARE SOME SORt OF PEASANtS.
SL: thERE IS thE RIVALRY OF OUR SPECIES tO UPhOLD.
LV: YEAH HE'S STILL JUST A FISHY GUY!
LV: WAIT ISN'T HIS MOIRAIL OR SOMETHING YOUR SERVER PLAYER?
SL: YES, ShE IS.
SL: ShE IS NOt IMPRESSIVE.
SL: IN thE LEASt.
LV: OH LAME.
SL: I GEt A hEADAChE FROM tALKING tO hER.
LV: WOW SOUNDS LIKE SHE SU(KS A BUN(H!
SL: ShE'S A LIttLE BIt... DItZY.
LV: I ALREADY KNOW NOBODY (OMES (LOSE TO YOU IN (LASS!
SL: thANK YOU, DEAR.
LV: IT'S PRETTY ANNOYING THAT SHE GETS TO SEE YOUR ROOM AND TOU(H YOUR STUFF! XO
SL: YES, tRULY.
SL: BUt I CAREFULLY INStRUCtED hER NOt tO tOUCh ANYthING IN MY ROOM.
LV: YOU SHOULD INVITE ME THERE SOMETIME!
SL: YES, OF COURSE.
LV: I WON'T TOU(H YOUR STUFF I PROMISE!
SL: YOU ARE ALLOWED tO.
LV: LET'S HAVE A BREAK SOON SO I (AN (OME SEE YOUR PLA(E WITH THE GLA(IERS!
SL: BEFORE WE DO thAt, WE MUSt ASK MR. PISCIS IF hE ALLOWS US tO PARtAKE SUCh AN ACtIVItY.
LV: OH WELL OKAY.
LV: HE'S SO STRI(T ABOUT FUN THINGS HOW BORING.
LV: I BET HE'D GET ANGRY IF HE SAW US (HATTING AWAY!
SL: It'S ONLY tO BE EXPECtED FROM A FUtURE RULER.
SL: I WOULD LOOK DOWN ON hIM IF hE WAS ANY LESS StRICt.
LV: I GUESS SO.
LV: SEE YOU LATER SAMASA!
SL: SEE YOU LAtER, DEAR.
segregateLambaste [SL] gave up trolling lovelyVendetta [LV]
You are a conservative HEMOSPECTRUM ENTHUSIAST. There's nothing worse to you than the warm hues of lowbloods which you spite. You think they're all UNEDUCATED and STUPID and UNSIGHTLY and are only even remotely useful as MEATSHIELDS and nothing else. You hate mingling with SCUM and having even a single lowblood on your team makes you GAG, but if the HEIR HIMSELF deems him worthy, then so be it. You do hope you get a chance to have him eat the business end of your WHIP sometime, though. On the other hand, your MOST ADMIRED moirail is on your team as well. A noble purpleblood, who you hope you can help become STRONGER and MIGHTIER through this game. You enjoy ASSISTING the GROWTH of people important to you.
Your hobbies include browsing FASHION MAGAZINES, practicing MAKE UP and you also fancy yourself a rather skilled BEAST TAMER. You have brought many a wild animal on their beasty knees, and have taught them excellent little TRICKS, such as jumping through FLAMING HOOPS and BALANCING on their hindlegs on A BALL. Your own JAGUAR LUSUS is very good at it, too and you take great pride in her. Now if only she wouldn't bring so many DEAD CRITTERS inside.
You have a BIG and HEAVY BUILD which you are happy and proud about. You also CAKE YOUR FACE in TONS OF MAKE UP to look even prettier. You feel quite nude without it.
Your trolltag is segregateLambaste and you hAVE A BOOMING, StERN tONE thAt ShOWS YOUR ARROGANCE.
Your name is SAMASA KRONUS.
You are still BITTER about a certain someone not accepting your TEAM NAME SUGGESTION even though it was so COOL. That is neither here or there, however.
You have vague interest in THEATER, though mostly you just enjoy DISGUISING YOURSELF. When you DRESS UP as a lowblood you can FOOL ANYONE, which is how you commit most of your VERY FREQUENT random MURDERS. This delightful hobby is related to the fact that you are a HORN ENTHUSIAST and enjoy collecting STRANGE and AWESOME looking horns. You often take the DECAPITATED HEADS of your victims and put them up as TROPHIES of sorts, though what you really are after is practicing MAKE UP on their faces. You would practice on Pallas, but oddly he isn't up to it EVER. You wouldn't be into make up otherwise, but there is someone you ABSOLUTELY need to IMPRESS.
Your interests aren't limited to acting and killing, of course. You like making COLLAGES out of MAGAZINE CLIPPINGS and PLANTS and such. Every POSTER you own has something GLUED or DRAWN onto it. You don't exactly have the most finesse but you think your SENSE OF STYLE is GREAT. For a purpleblood anyway.
Your trolltag is lovelyVendetta and you ALWAYS TYPE IN (APITAL LETTERS AND DON'T (ARE IF IT TIX PEOPLE OFF! XD
Your name is CERLIA APRILE.
Suddenly you see a pair of intriguing ladies. You think you saw these two in passing before.
Who are they, anyway?
"[S] Fordic: Enter."
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"Puntia: Troll Fordic."
VL: Dic, don'7 neglec7 me^
PS: ! WAS HELP!NG HASS!S OUT!!!!
PS: AND ! LEARNED A BUNCH ABOUT THE GAME WH!LE DO!NG SO!!!!!
VL: Really? 7ha7's grea7^
VL: I7's especially grea7 because I don'7 know jackshi7.
VL: 7ell me wha7 7o do nex7.
PS: HEY, LOOK!!
PS: !T'S HATCH!NG!!!!!!
PS: JUST WA!T A L!TTLE MORE!!!!
PS: TRY TO RELAX AND CALM DOWN!!!!
PS: MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T H!T !T!!!!
PS: MAYBE TH!S EGG NEEDS TO HATCH!!!
PS: ! DON'T KNOW!!!
PS: A HOPBEAST?!!
PS: JUST S!T DOWN AND LET !T HATCH!!!!
"Hassis: Deal with egg."
PS: ! DON'T KNOW...!!!
PS: ! DON'T TH!NK H!TT!NG !T L!KE THAT !S A GOOD !DEA...!!!!
PS: MAYBE S!T ON !T?!!!
PS: WELL, OKAY!!!
PS: THAT'S A B!G EGG!!!
PS: THAT WOULD BE A WHOLE LOT TO EAT FOR ONE TROLL!!!!
PS: SEE, SHE COULD'VE HELPED YOU OUT!!!!
PS: !T DOES!!!!!
PS: ! WONDER WHAT NOW!!!!
PS: OH, THE ALCHEM!TER!!!
PS: YEAH LET'S TRY IT!!!
PS: OH WOW !T F!TS!!!
"Hassis: Attempt to make it fit."
PS: !T DOESN'T LOOK L!KE !T..!!
You capthalogue the CRUXITE DOWEL into your RUCKSACK MODUS. It's a very handy modus that lets you freely place items in and out of it whenever you might need them. You stole it from a very unlucky troll.
You browse through your inventory quickly. You're only carrying the essentials, your guitar, some beef jerky and...some more stolen goods because...why not. You don't think the guy even noticed them missing.
"Hassis: Go upstairs."
PS: DO YOU TH!NK !T GOES !NTO THE TOTEM LATHE?!!!
PS: LET'S TRY !T OUT!!!
"Hassis: Pull the lever."
PS: WHAT'S THAT?!!
PS: ANY !DEA WHAT !T DOES?!!
PS: OKAY, ME TOO!!!
PS: HEY, MAYBE THERE'S SOME K!ND OF CLUE ON THE P!PEY TH!NG WE DEPLOYED EARL!ER?!!!
PS: ! HOPE NOT!!!!
PS: ! DON'T WANT !T TO EXPLODE NEAR YOU!!!!
PS: LET'S HURRY UP!!!!
PS: DOES !T LOOK L!KE !T'LL DO SOMETH!NG FROM THAT?!!!
PS: HAVE YOU TR!ED THAT LEVER YET?!!
"Hassis: Try turning valve."
"Fordic: Insert Pre-punched Card."
PS: !T F!TS!!!!
PS: NOW WHAT!!!!
PS: YEAH, TRUE!!!
PS: MAYBE TRY SOME OF THOSE VALVES??!!!
PS: BE CAREFUL SO YOU DON'T BREAK !T!!!!
"Hassis: Examine Totem Lathe."
PS: A SLOT?!!
PS: OOH, GOOD !DEA!!!
PS: !'LL PUT !T !N!!!
"Fordic: Deploy Alchemiter."
"Fordic: Deploy Totem Lathe."
PS: OK, HERE !T !S!!!
PS: THERE'S ALSO SOME CARD AND A HUGE TH!NG CALLED ALCHEM!TER!!!!
PS: !'LL PUT THE ALCHEM!TER UPSTA!RS, THERE'S NO ROOM FOR !T HERE!!!
"Fordic: Move shelf out of the way."
"Fordic: Get back to Hassis."
PS: SORRY ! WAS CHATT!NG W!TH PUNT!A AND CERL!A!!!
PS: CERL!A !S MY FR!END, SHE'S ON THE OTHER TEAM!!!
PS: DON'T WORRY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!!
PS: WOW, YOU D!D !T!!!!
PS: HOW D!D YOU DO !T??!!
PS: HOW COME HE'S A BALL?!!
PS: WELL, A BALL !S BETTER THAN NOTH!NG!!!
PS: HE CAN SPEAK?!!
PS: YEAH, OKAY!!!
PS: NO, THERE'S BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF TOO!!!
PS: THERE'S SOMETH!NG CALLED THE TOTEM LATHE!!!
PS: NO !DEA!!!
PS: WA!T, !'LL CLEAR UP SOME ROOM TO MAKE SPACE FOR !T!!!
"Fordic: Troll Puntia."
PS: LET'S DO TH!S!!!!!
PS: !'M READY TO PLAY THE GAME!!!!!!
VL: Well if you're ready 7hen I'm ready 7oo^
VL: OK, so...
VL: where do we s7ar7?
PS: YOU HAVE TO !NSTALL THE SERVER F!LE!!!!!
VL: I'm ins7alling i7 now.
VL: So Dic, I 7rus7 you go7 your lusus ou7 of 7he wall^
PS: .... R!GHT!! UM!!
PS: HE'S DEAD!!!!
VL: Oh okay, he's only dead, I expec7ed some7hing worse.
VL: EXCUSE??? ME???
VL: Ac7ually, you know wha7, 7his doesn'7 even come as a shock anymore^
PS: DON'T WORRY ABOUT !T!!!!
PS: HE'S GONNA BE AL!VE SOON ENOUGH!!!!!
VL: Oh, OK cool. How?
PS: THROUGH TH!S GAME!!!!
PS: THAT'S WHAT HASS!S SA!D, AND ! TRUST H!M!!!!
VL: Hmm, I 7hink Meedea said some7hing like 7ha7 7oo...
PS: YEAH, SO LET'S TRUST OUR FR!ENDS!!!!!
VL: I guess I have no choice.
PS: BUT MORE !MPORTANTLY, WE HAVE TO HURRY UP!!!!
PS: THE OTHER TEAM !S ALREADY GETT!NG !NTO THE GAME BEFORE US!!!!
PS: TEAM TROLL BRUCE LEE HAS TO W!N TH!S ONE!!!!!!
VL: 7ha7's 7he name of our 7eam?
VL: OK, sorry bu7...
VL: FACEPALM. >_>
PS: !T'S AWESOME!!!!!!
PS: MUCH MORE AWESOME THAN SOME "TEAM FUCHS!A"!!!!!!
VL: Oh, 7ha7's wha7 VP's 7eam is called?
VL: LOL, how predic7able.
PS: ! KNOW, R!GHT!!!!!
VL: ...Bu7, NO^ Fordic you can'7 name our 7eam "7eam 7roll Bruce Lee", we'll be jus7 as ridic as 7hem^
PS: WHAT, HOW SO?!!!
VL: Can'7 we be "7he Mellow Meowbeas7s" ins7ead^ >_^
VL: Aww, why no7^
PS: BECAUSE WE'RE NOT MELLOW!!!!!
PS: !'M SORRY BUT !'M GONNA USE MY LEADERSH!P POWER TO VETO THAT NAME!!!!!!
VL: Man, I really don'7 wan7 7o be 7eam 7roll Bruce Lee 7ho.
VL: How abou7...Majes7ic Meowbeas7s?
PS: WE'RE NOT MEOWBEASTS!!!!
PS: OKAY, HOW ABOUT TEAM K!CKASS!!!!!!
VL: 7eam kickass, huh.
VL: OK, 7ha7's a li77le be77er^
PS: GOOD, LET'S BE THAT THEN!!!!
PS: ! HAVE TO TELL CERL!A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
punchingSteadfast [PS] began trolling lovelyVendetta [LV]
PS: WE'RE NOT TEAM TROLL BRUCE LEE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!
LV: WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME I SAID GOODBYE! FOREVER!
PS: WE'RE TEAM K!CKASS!!!!!!!!!!
PS: HOW DO YOU L!KE THAT?!!!!!!
PS: ARE YOU JEALOUS?!!!!!
LV: YEAH! I'M SO JELLY! XO
PS: YOU CAN ST!LL JO!N MY TEAM !F YOU WANNA!!!!!!
LV: I (AN'T TAKE THIS I'M GONNA TELL VP THAT WE HAVE TO (HANGE OUR NAME!
LV: AND I'M NOT JOINING YOUR DUMBASS TEAM!
PS: MY TEAM !S SO MUCH BETTER THOUGH!!!!!!
LV: NO IT'S NOT! WE HAVE PALLAS!
PS: WELL, WE'RE CALLED "TEAM K!CKASS", SO OBV!OUSLY WE K!CK ASS!!!!!!!!!
LV: I'M GONNA GET OUR TEAM A NEW MU(H AWESOMER NAME YOU'LL SEE!
lovelyVendetta [LV] gave up trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
VL: Dic, hello?
PS: SORRY, SORRY!!!!!
VL: Did you li7erally go 7ell Cerlia righ7 now.
VL: I didn'7 even know you 7wo were 7alking^
PS: SHE CHEERED ME UP A MOMENT AGO, WHEN ! WAS FEEL!NG REALLY BAD ABOUT BULLPAPA!!!!
VL: Oh, my 7hing is 7rying 7o connec7 7o a clien7.
VL: 7ha7 would be you, righ7.
PS: OH YEAH, ! HAVE TO !NSTALL THE CL!ENT F!LE!!!!!
lovelyVendetta [LV] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
LV: WE'RE STILL TEAM FU(HSIA.
lovelyVendetta [LV] gave up trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
"Fordic: Answer troll."
lovelyVendetta [LV] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
LV: HEY GUESS WHAT LAME BOY!
LV: I'M GONNA ENTER THE GAME IN A MOMENT.
LV: YOU'RE GONNA LOSE LIKE A LOSER! XD
PS: THAT'S OK, ! DON'T CARE ANYMORE!!
PS: MY LUSUS JUST D!ED, ! DON'T HAVE T!ME FOR TH!S!!
LV: WHAT THAT'S IT?
LV: TOUGH LU(K SILLYPUTTY!
LV: OR SHOULD I SAY...SHITTYPUTTY! XD
LV: MY LUSUS DIED TOO.
LV: I'M NOT GONNA LET THAT GET IN THE WAY THOUGH!
PS: AREN'T YOU SAD?!!
PS: WELL, ! AM!!
PS: ! L!KED MY LUSUS A LOT!!!
LV: ME TOO BUT WHAT(HA GONNA DO!
LV: I'M GONNA KI(K EVERYONE'S ASS SO HARD IN THIS GAME AND I PLAN ON KI(KING YOURS TOO.
LV: ESPE(IALLY YOURS!
LV: SO YOU BETTER STOP SNIFFLING INTO YOUR PANTIES AND GET A GRIP!
PS: !'M NOT SNIFFLING INTO ANYTHING!!!!
PS: HASS!S !S ALREADY !N THE GAME AND !'M GONNA BE THERE !N A J!FFY TOO!!
LV: WHAT? I'M GONNA BEAT HASSIS UP!
LV: WHO'S HASSIS?
PS: HASS!S !S MY FR!END!!
LV: OH OKAY, THAT SOUNDS PRETTY LAME.
LV: I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE YOUR MATESPRIT OF SOMETHING.
PS: NO HE'S NOT!!!!!!!!
LV: WELL GUESS WHAT I DON'T (ARE IF YOU HAVE A MATESPRIT!
PS: ! DON'T E!THER!!!!
PS: NO WA!T!!!!
PS: HASS!S SA!D HE CAN BR!NG H!S LUSUS BACK TO L!FE W!TH THE GAME!!!!!!
LV: WELL SORT OF. SO WHAT?
PS: SO WHAT?!!!
PS: THAT MEANS ! CAN TOO!!!
PS: SO ! HAVE NOTH!NG TO WORRY ABOUT!!!!!!!!
LV: DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HOW THIS GAME WORKS YET.
PS: WELL, ! KNOW A L!TTLE!!!!
PS: OKAY, TO BE HONEST, ! DON'T KNOW MUCH AT ALL!!!!!
LV: HAHAHA, YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLY DUMB! ME AND SAMASA KNOW EVERYTHING ALREADY!
PS: THAT'S COOL!!!!
LV: YEAH, WE'RE (OOL AND YOU'RE NOT.
LV: AREN'T YOU THE LEADER OF YOUR STUPID TEAM? YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS STUFF!
PS: !'M LEARN!NG AS ! GO!!!!
PS: THAT'S A VAL!D WAY OF DO!NG TH!NGS, TOO!!!!!!!
LV: THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.
LV: BUT I GUESS I (AN ADMIRE SOMEONE WHO RUSHES INTO THINGS WITHOUT THINKING!
PS: THAT'S ME!!!!!!!
LV: I KNOW.
LV: THAT WAS KIND OF THE POINT I WAS MAKING.
PS: WELL, THANKS!!!!!
LV: DON'T THANK ME YOU STUPID BOOB! I'M GONNA MAKE YOUR WHOLE TEAM BITE THE DUST!
PS: NUH-UH!!!! WE'RE GONNA K!CK SO MUCH ASS!!!!!
PS: WE'RE TEAM TROLL BRUCE LEE!!!!!!!!
LV: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
LV: THAT'S THE NAME OF YOUR TEAM?
LV: I (AN'T BELIEVE THIS YOU'RE SO STUPID YOU'RE NOT EVEN WORTH MY ATTENTION!
LV: WHO NAMES THEIR TEAM AFTER TROLL BRU(E LEE?
LV: TALK ABOUT LAME!
PS: WHAT, TROLL BRUCE LEE !S AWESOME!!!!!!!!
LV: NO HE'S A MOPHEAD!
PS: NO HE'S NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: HE'S COOL AND STRONG AND AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!
PS: AND !'M GONNA BE JUST L!KE H!M WHEN ! GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
LV: A MOPHEAD?
PS: STOP CALL!NG H!M A MOPHEAD, HE'S NOT!!!!!!!!!!
LV: HAHAHA XD
LV: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR RIDI(ULOUS HAIR(UT WHEN YOU GROW UP!
LV: AND YOUR STUPID BAGUETTE HORNS.
LV: SORRY I MEAN HORN!
LV: AND ANYWAY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT OUR TEAM IS (ALLED?
PS: !S !T TEAM LOSERS!!!!!!!!!
PS: BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE ALL GONNA BE!!!!!!!!
LV: STUPID SHUT UP!
LV: OUR TEAM IS (ALLED
LV: AND YOU'RE GONNA (RY OF ENVY WHEN YOU HEAR IT
LV: IT'S (ALLED
LV: "EXPLOSIVE ARMAGEDDON AGONY"
PS: WHAT !S THAT?!!!
PS: THAT DOESN'T SOUND L!KE A TEAM NAME AT ALL!!!!!!
LV: YES IT DOES!
LV: AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME I MADE IT UP ON THE SPOT BE(AUSE THAT'S NOT TRUE!
PS: YOU TOTALLY D!D MAKE !T UP ON THE SPOT THOUGH!!!!!!!
PS: ! KNOW YOUR TEAMNAME !S SOMETH!NG REALLY BOR!NG!!!!!!
LV: NO IT'S NOT!
PS: !T'S SOMETH!NG L!KE TEAM FUCHS!A !SN'T !T!!!!!!!!
PS: SEE, ! KNEW!!!!!
LV: WELL SO VP IS A HUGE TOOL SO WHAT!
LV: IF I GOT TO NAME OUR TEAM IT WOULD BE MU(H (OOLER!
PS: OKAY, TEAM EXPLOS!VE ARMAGEDDON AGONY !S PRETTY COOL!!!!
LV: ISN'T IT THOUGH? XD
LV: I JUST MADE IT UP!
LV: PRETTY (OOL HUH!
PS: NOT COOLER THAN TEAM TROLL BRUCE LEE THOUGH!!!!!!
LV: GO TO HELL!
LV: I REGRET TALKING TO YOU!
PS: ! DON'T, ! FEEL BETTER NOW!!!!!!
LV: STOP THANKING ME! XO
PS: BUT YOU CHEERED ME UP!!!!!!
LV: I TOTALLY WASN'T TRYING TO!
PS: WELL, YOU ST!LL D!D!!!
PS: !T'S WORTH THANK!NG!!!!!!!
LV: AARRGHHHH XO
LV: I'M DONE TALKING TO YOU! GOODBYE FOREVER!
lovelyVendetta [LV] gave up trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
"Fordic: Return to computer."
You're crestfallen but you can't abandon your friends.
You walk sadly back to your computer, preparing yourself mentally to tell the grave news to your friends.
IT WORKED! Your lusus is now a weird floating head, but you recognize that nose and those sweet buckteeth anywhere.
A lusus is a lusus even when it's a seizure-inducing ball of light!
"Hassis: Revive lusus."
You toss the corpse of your dear lusus into the floating orb of light and hope for the best.
Oh no, I was careless, he says. It isn't your fault, you console him.
The death of a caretaker is a heavy burden to bear. The game is already causing a lot of grief.
"Fordic: Peek outside."
But what greets you in the block isn't a pretty sight in the slightest.
Your ablution block is the only place in your whole hive that isn't filled with hay.
A foul smell fills your snort barrels but surprisingly the assailant isn't your lusus but rather your pile of dirty dishes! You better do something about those at some point.
"Fordic: Go find lusus."
"Fordic: Answer Puntia."
VL: Dic where did you go?
PS: SORRY, ! HAD TO !NSTALL THE GAME!!!
PS: HASS!S'S LUSUS !S DEAD TOO!!!
VL: Good for him.
VL: I wonder wha7 all 7his means.
PS: ! DON'T KNOW, BUT ! DON'T L!KE !T!!!!
VL: You know wha7 7hey say^
VL: 7wice is coincidence, bu7 7hree 7imes is enemy ac7ion^^^
VL: 7ha7's already 7hree lusi dead, i7 mus7 be some kinda conspiracy^
PS: THAT'S THREE TOO MANY!!
PS: ! DON'T WANT ANYONE TO D!E!!!!
VL: Me nei7her, wha7 7he fuck^ Especially no7 my lusus whose only sin was 7o be SHARP AS HELL.
VL: Well, a7 leas7 i7 doesn'7 sound like your lusus is dead^
PS: OH YEAH, HE WAS STUCK ON THE WALL !N MY ABLUT!ON BLOCK!!!
VL: For real????
VL: Is i7 in 7rouble????
PS: NAH, HE ALWAYS GETS STUCK EVERYWHERE, HE'S SO B!G!!!
PS: BUT ! SHOULD GO HELP H!M OUT BEFORE ! START THE GAME MYSELF!!!
VL: OK, bu7 be quick^^
VL: We don'7 have any 7ime 7o lose like I 7old you before^
PS: GOT !T!! !'LL BE REAL FAST!!!!
"Hassis: Run downstairs."
PS: WHAT'S THAT NUMBER DOWN THERE?!!
PS: !T'S COUNT!NG DOWN!!!
PS: OH, CAN YOU HOLD ON A SEC, PUNT!A !S TRY!NG TO TROLL ME!!!
PS: SOMETH!NG CAME OUT, WHAT !S THAT??!!
PS: YOU DO?!!
PS: TOSS H!M !N !T??!!
PS: UMM, OKAY!!
"Hassis: Take a closer look."
You try to nudge the top open, but it doesn't seem to budge.
The reader notices the rhyme and giggles to themselves.
PS: ! DON'T KNOW!!!
"Fordic: Deploy Cruxtruder."
PS: THE PHNRL!A REGS!TRY HAS SOME WE!RD STUFF !N !T!!!
PS: WHATEVER, THEY'RE CLOSE ENOUGH!!!
PS: OKAY, !'M GONNA DEPLOY TH!S WE!RD P!PEY-TH!NG!!!
PS: THERE'S SELECT, THAT'S WHAT !'VE BEEN DO!NG!!
PS: AND THEN THERE'S REV!SE, DEPLOY..!!
PS: AND SOMETH!NG PENAL!A WHATEVER!!!
PS: AND GR!ST CACHE!!
PS: AND THEN MORE DUMB LONG WORDS!!!
PS: !T SHOWS A WE!RD BLUE BLOB!!!
"Fordic: Move Kukais aside."
PS: OKAY THAT MAKES A L!TTLE MORE SENSE!!!
PS: WHAT THE HELL?!!!
PS: THERE'S A DEAD TROLL UPSTA!RS!!!
PS: YOU KNOW???!!!!
PS: YOU K!LLED HER?!!!!!!
PS: WHY, WHAT D!D SHE DO?!!!
PS: THAT'S REALLY TERR!BLE!!!!
PS: .. THAT'S ST!LL REALLY TERR!BLE!!!!!
PS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!!
PS: SHE'S DEAD IS THE PROBLEM!!!!
PS: WHY NOT?!!!
PS: BUT YOU D!DN'T HAVE TO K!LL HER!!!
PS: WELL.. FOR A REASON!!!
PS: K!LL!NG OTHERS !S BAD, NO MATTER WHAT THE C!RCUMSTANCES!!!
PS: SHE WAS AL!VE, SHE COULD'VE SURV!VED W!TH US!!!
PS: !T DOESN'T MATTER !F SHE WAS GONNA BE !N THE WAY OR !F WE DON'T KNOW HER!!!
PS: SHE M!GHT'VE HAD OTHER PEOPLE WHO KNEW HER AND WHO CARED ABOUT HER!!!!
PS: ! TRUST YOU AND YOUR DREAMS BUT K!LL!NG PEOPLE BASED ON DREAMS !S REALLY NOT COOL!!!
PS: L!VES ARE !MPORTANT AND SHOULD BE VALUED!!!
PS: YEAH, BUT YOU SHOULD VALUE OTHERS TOO!!!
PS: EVERYONE OF US ARE WORTH THE SAME, NO MATTER WHAT!!!
PS: !T SHOULDN'T BE WE!RD!!!!
PS: OUR SOC!ETY !S TERR!BLE AND EVERYTH!NG WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER !F WE D!DN'T K!LL EVERYONE FOR PO!NTLESS REASONS!!!
PS: !T WAS!!!
PS: THAT'S.. PROBABLY OK?!!
PS: !T'S L!KE, SELF PROTECT!ON..!!
PS: ! DON'T WANT YOU TO D!E, E!THER!!!
PS: !F SOMEONE TR!ES TO K!LL YOU, !T'S OK TO TRY TO K!LL THEM BACK.. BUT !T WOULD BE EVEN BETTER TO F!ND A NON-V!OLENT APPROACH!!!!
PS: L!KE TALK TO THEM!!!
PS: RUNN!NG AWAY !S OK TOO!!!
PS: I KNOW, IT'S REALLY COOL!!
PS: WE SHOULD PLAY TAG SOMET!ME!!!!!
PS: YOU DON'T KNOW THAT BEFOREHAND!!!!
PS: MAYBE !'LL BE THE F!RST TO CATCH YOU!!!
PS: ! WOULD NEVER K!LL YOU, DUMMY!!!!!
PS: THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!!!
PS: SHOULD ! MOVE YOUR LUSUS OUT TOO??!!
PS: THERE WE GO!!!
"Fordic: Move bear."
PS: YEAH, !'M CL!CK!NG !T!!!
PS: TOSS !T?!!
PS: WHERE TO?!!
PS: UMM, SURE!!!
PS: ! CAN SEE YOU.. AND WHOA NOW THERE'S A MENU!!!
PS: !T'S ALL P!NK AND STUFF!!
PS: ANYWAY, WHAT'S W!TH THE DEAD LUS! P!LE?!!!
PS: WHO'S TH!S BEAR??!!!
PS: YEAH, ! CAN SEE YOU NOW!!!
PS: YEAH, OF COURSE!!!!
"Fordic: Install Sgrub Server."
PS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN GET YOUR LUSUS BACK?!!!
PS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!!!
PS: ! FEEL OUT OF THE LOOP, SOMEHOW!!!!
PS: UMM, OKAY!!
PS: ! DON'T GET WHAT'S GO!NG ON BUT ! TRUST YOU!!!
PS: ! TRUST YOUR WE!RD DREAMS, TOO!!!
PS: YEAH, SORRY!!
PS: PUNT!A'S LUSUS D!ED, SHE NEEDS ME!!!!
PS: ... WHAT??????!!!!!
PS: WHAT !S GO!NG ON?????????!!!!!!!!
PS: SORRY, ! HAVE TO !NSTALL THE GAME QU!CK!!!
VL: Can I 7alk 7o you while i7's ins7alling?
PS: OH YEAH, PROBABLY!!!
VL: my lusus died.
PS: OH MAN, !'M SO SORRY!!
PS: HOW ARE YOU HOLD!NG UP??!!
VL: Shi77ily. I'd hold up a lo7 be77er if 7he old snail wasn'7 dead 7oo.
VL: I can'7 s7and how upse7 Nups is 7oo^ I wan7 7o go see him bu7 I'm hardly processing 7he dea7h of mine and on 7op of 7ha7, Meedea said I have 7o help you ou7 ASAP.
PS: BUT ! SAW THE OLD SNA!L JUST M!NUTES AGO!!!!
PS: HE WAS F!NE, HE WAS EAT!NG NUPTUS'S CROPS!!!!!
PS: HOW CAN HE BE DEAD?!!
VL: Nups has no clue ei7her. I guess he would have no7iced if i7 go7 pel7ed by a me7eor, like mine. You've seen 7hem 7oo, righ7?
PS: YEAH ! SAW THEM, ! WAS WONDER!NG WHAT THE HELL'S UP W!TH THEM!!!
VL: Righ7, Meedea said 7he game is 7he cause of 7hem^
PS: WHOA, REALLY?!!!
PS: SHOULD WE NOT PLAY !T, THEN?!!
VL: On 7he con7rary^^ I7's apparen7ly dangerous if we don'7 play.
"Fordic: Answer Hassis."
paranoidVelocity [PV] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
PS: YOU STARTED THE GAME ALREADY??!
PS: MAN, ! WANTED TO BE THE F!RST TO ENTER THE GAME!!!
PS: OH WELL!!!
PS: WHAT DO ! HAVE TO DO NOW?!!
PS: OKAY, !'LL DO THAT!!!
PS: BUT F!RST ! HAVE TO TALK TO PUNT!A, SHE'S UPSET FOR SOME REASON!!!
PS: !'LL !NSTALL THE GAME R!GHT AFTER!!!
PS: .. OKAY!!
"Fordic: Answer Puntia."
vitriolicLaceration [VL] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
VL: Dic, you be77er be home^
VL: Oh 7hank fuck^
PS: WHAT'S UP??!!
VL: 7ha7's my line^
VL: Ge7 7his, Hassis s7ar7ed 7he game wi7hou7 you apparen7ly????
PS: WHAT, REALLY?!!
VL: Yeah really^^^
PS: HE'S TRY!NG TO TALK TO ME, LET ME SEE WHAT HE WANTS!!!
You see your computer blinking aggressively. It seems multiple people are trying to get in touch with you.
You have no idea what's going on with the deadly weather condition but you know Hassis is waiting for you and you're done making him wait!
Thank goodness, your hive seems still safe at least!
"Hassis: Be Fordic."
You are now Fordic again, a few moments in the future.
You have no knowledge of the small tragedies happening around you, or that one is about to befall you as well. You however quickly notice something is wrong, as fiery rocks rain down from the skies. You run as fast as your little legs carry you.
"Hassis: Install Sgrub Client."
"Hassis: Wait more still."
THAT'S ENOUGH WAITING. You've already waited two minutes, and that's almost as many as half an hour! You are going to go ahead and start the game all by yourself! Fordic will surely catch up.
"Hassis: Wait more."
You lean forward and proceed to wait until Fordic is back home and contacts you again.
"Hassis: Troll Nuptus."
You're supposed to wait for Fordic to contact you, but since he's taking forever you decide to talk to him first instead. You remember him mentioning checking on Nuptus, who you know to be that ugly brownblood friend of his. You've never met the guy in person, only in your dreams. His sleeping face is like a pile of vomit in the midst of glittery gold pajamas. You don't really want to talk to someone like him but it's probably the only way you can get through to Fordic at the moment.
You then have this familiar conversation.
"Hassis: Install Trollian."
Very quickly you install Trollian. You take the liberty to change her desktop background as well. It's not like she can complain while dead, this computer is as good as yours now.
"Hassis: Turn on computer."
You search through her computer but to your dismay it doesn't seem she has Trollian installed. You'll have to fix that.
"Hassis: Locate computer."
Finally, after having had to search through a whopping TWO ROOMS, you find a computer!
Well, that didn't make you feel any better about the passing of your lusus, but it was either the bear or you. And better yet, you know you will meet your guardian soon again.
You hastily pull out your weapon against the aggressive looking lusus. There's no doubt that it's the culprit behind this senseless rabbitslaughter!
Dear bundad seems to have met his match while you weren't looking. You had the knowledge that this would happen, but having it finally take place in reality is more upsetting than you'd have thought.
"Hassis: Go downstairs."
All this fooling around and disrespecting the dead aside, it doesn't seem like there are any computers on this floor. Your lusus seems to have already scurried downstairs before you. You decide to head there as well.
There we go, everyone's now happier. She must be glad too, her frowning face was pretty ugly compared to her smile!
Looks like she might need some help with that.
You unceremoniously dump part of the flowery decoration on her body. Now she looks nicer... but you feel like something is still missing.
Her overdecorated recuperacoon occupies the rest of the room, but you have no interest in it what-so-ever. But it does give you an idea...
"Hassis: Inspect corpse."
You check if the chick you murdered is carrying anything on her. Again you find nothing of use. You look at her peaceful unassuming corpse and feel a little bad.
"Hassis: Examine surroundings."
Your sensitive nose perks up at the smell of all these flowers. You like the smell of fresh grass more but this is rather nice. You look around but don't really see anything that could be of use to you. There aren't any valuables either.
"Hassis: Troll Fordic."
PS: F!NALLY, ! WAS GETT!NG WORR!ED!!!!
PS: ARE YOU OK?!!!!
The rest of the conversation goes exactly as we read at the beginning.
While Fordic runs errands, you should probably look for a computer. Everyone owns one in this day and age, you don't doubt that you'll find one somewhere.
Your name is HASSIS KERKES.
You don't really think of anything you do as hobbies. You have a LIFESTYLE, and that is to travel all across Alternia, with your small MEAT-EATING RABBIT LUSUS, your RUCKSACK MODUS and your GUITAR SKILLS as your only company. You don't like staying in one place for long periods of time because you tend to become PARANOID. You don't have a hive of your own, instead you sleep in any RABBITHOLE you can find, unless of course you find a hive you can BREAK INTO. Your ways are quite often UNLAWFUL and this gets you frequently in TROUBLE. The worst is when it gets you in trouble with HIGHBLOODS, mostly because you are DEATHLY AFRAID of them.
Your LONG LEGS make you an EXTREMELY FAST RUNNER which is well, because you LOVE RUNNING. You also love laying down in SOFT GRASS afterwards and look up at CLOUDS. Speaking of which, they sometimes give you VISIONS when you SLEEP. Oftentimes they are visions of past, but you have recently started to notice how some of them seem to PREDICT THE FUTURE.
Your trolltag is paranoidVelocity and you're alwaysabouttorunawaysoyoutypereallyfast
Whoa, what the hell?! What's this guy's deal?
"Kukais: Tend to your flowers."
Your beautiful flowers are in full bloom! You decide to gift them with some water.
Your name is KUKAIS NEEITO.
You are into EXTREME SPORTS but nobody would be able to tell just by looking at you and your hive. That is because you have FILLED your hive with FLOWERS and pretty much nothing else. You love flowers SO MUCH. You don't care about size or color, all flowers FILL YOU WITH JOY. Even the ones that smell like ROTTEN MEAT, though you keep those outside.
You also love GOING TO PICNICS with your guardian, mostly alone because nobody wants to hang around your ILL-MANNERED LUSUS. You love her but she is INSUFFERABLE around other lusi especially. You suppose "insufferable" is putting it mildly, since she tends to ATTEMPT TO KILL them on sight.
You happen to have other hobbies too--
but wait, who cares about any of your hobbies. Who the hell are you even.
"A while ago..."
Oh, who's this?
"Puntia: Get your shit together."
You give your face two firm slaps in an attempt to recompose yourself. Meedea has never given you bad advice before and you doubt she'd do it now when the stakes seem even higher than usual. As much as you want to lay down and perish, you must take action!
"Puntia: Answer troll."
vitalityVillein [VV] began trolling vitriolicLaceration [VL]
VV: ShE NeedS YoU TO GeT UP AnD HelP FordiC
VV: ShE KnowS IT HurtS, BuT TherE IS NO TimE
VV: ManY LiveS ArE RestinG ON YouR ActionS NoW
VL: Hi, can she be less cryp7ic. Wha7 does Dic even need help wi7h, can'7 you ask someone else. v_v
VV: YoU NeeD TO HelP HiM PlaY ThE GamE
VL: Sorry, I 7hink I'm gonna drop ou7 like Nups did. I can'7 7hink of some game now.
VL: No7 even because my lusus jus7 died bu7 because 7here's like a shi77on of fiery rocks falling ou7 of 7he sky and I'm kind of worried my hive's gonna ge7 blas7ed.
VV: NeitheR OF YoU CaN StoP PlayinG ThE GamE RighT NoW
VV: ShE KnowS ThiS IS HarD TO BelievE BuT ThE GamE HaS TO BE YouR FirsT PrioritY
VV: TO SavE YourselveS AnD AlL YouR FriendS
VV: ThE GamE IS ConnecteD TO EverythinG ThaT HaS HappeneD AnD WilL HappeN
VV: YoU MusT TrusT HeR
VL: OK, you're no7 7he 7ype 7o 7alk shi7, Meedea.
VL: Wha7 do you mean by connec7ed?
VV: ThE MeteorS FallinG FroM ThE SkY ArE A SigN ThaT ThE GamE HaS BeeN StarteD
VV: FordiC'S FrienD StarteD ThE GamE ToO EarlY, AnD NoW EveryonE IS IN DangeR
VL: Wha7, really???????
VL: Wha7 happened 7o Dic being 7he firs7 7o play?
VL: Wai7, 7ha7's no7 even 7he main problem^ Wha7 kind of game has every7hing be des7royed by me7eors??? Whose brigh7 idea was i7 7o play a game like 7his????
VL: My lusus died because of 7hese damn rocks^^^^
VV: ShE KnowS
VV: BuT IT IS ToO LatE TO TurN BacK NoW
VV: YoU MusT HelP FordiC BeforE IT'S ToO LatE
VL: I don'7 know if I can...
VV: ShE KnowS IT HurtS, BuT YoU MusT StaY StronG NoW
VV: TherE MaY BE A WaY TO SavE YouR LusuS
VV: ShE DoesN'T KnoW MucH HerselF, BuT IT SeemS ThE GamE CaN BrinG BacK ThE DeaD IN SomE WaY
VL: OMG, really?
VV: NoW, YoU MusT HurrY
VV: TimE IS RunninG OuT
VL: You're probably righ7, I'll 7ry 7o help Dic ou7.
VL: Wha7 abou7 Nups?
VV: ShE WilL TalK TO HiM AS WelL
VV: EveryonE MusT PlaY ThiS GamE
VL: LOL, so 7his is exac7ly like Wherein four 7rolls play a boardgame; one 7urns in7o a monkey for 7rying 7o chea7 and uh....man I hardly remember 7he name of 7ha7 film, I haven'7 seen i7 in sweeps. Isn'7 7here like a s7ampede a7 one poin7.
VL: Bu7, OK. I go7 i7. 7ha7 s7uff abou7 ge77ing 7o bring back 7he dead be77er be 7rue^
VV: IT IS TruE, YoU WilL SeE
vitalityVillein [VV] gave up trolling vitriolicLaceration [VL]
You dig out your pda. You should get back in contact with Nuptus, now he's not the only one in need of emotional support. What an amazingly tragic coincidence that both your lusi would die at the same time. You would laugh if it was funny, but it's really not.
As soon as you dig out your pda however, someone else contacts you!
Tragically it turns out your worries were right on the money! What a cruel and gruesome death, what lusus would ever deserve this?
I feel like giving up, I can't do this she says. You know, you can feel her pain, but she simply cannot give up. She flops down and gives no reply.
It seems you must intervene directly.
You hastily treck your way to the front door-- oh wow, you have got to clean up these bottles sometime, you make a mental note to yourself as you pass through.
You get up and try to locate the sound. You realize that your lusus might be outside and in danger and now you're kind of freaking out.
You hate to leave your friend alone when he's in need but your attention is taken by a sudden, dangerous homing sound that keeps getting louder. It's strong enough to make your hive rattle and your ears go numb.
SV: i dont know im still tryin to grasp the situation......@_v
SV: this is awful i have no idea what to do now......@_v
VL: Dude, 7ell me wha7's wrong firs7^ I7 sounds pre77y serious.
VL: Are you OK?
SV: no im not my lusus is dead somehow and now im all alone fordic already left......@_v
SV: my lusus was fine just a tiny while ago i dunno why this happened......@_v
SV: what am i gonna do now i dont have a guardian what am i gonna do without a guardian......@_v
VL: S7op, s7op wai7.
VL: Backpedal a li77le, your lusus is dead????
SV: i dunno how he just......@_v
SV: hes outside and hes not sayin anythin and not movin......@_v
SV: tell fordic i cant play......@_v
SV: im gonna try to haul him inside i dont want him to get eaten by somethin outside......@_v
VL: Don'7 go anywhere, you know he's way 7oo heavy for you 7o move anyway...
VL: Lis7en, um. S7ay calm Nups.
VL: Shi7, 7his sucks.
VL: I can come over righ7 now. Screw 7he game or wha7ever, I'll 7ell Dic wha7's going on and
VL: Sorry, Nups. I go77a go, I have a really bad feeling.
SV: about what please dont go......@_v
VL: Sorry. BRB
"Puntia: Answer Nuptus."
squeamishVermicide [SV] began trolling vitriolicLaceration [VL]
SV: sis i dunno what i should do......@_v
SV: i dont think i can play......@_v
SV: what do i do......@_v
VL: Hey, wha7's up?
"Puntia: Get trolled."
Someone seems to be trying to get in contact with you!
"Puntia: Equip weapon."
At long last you decide to get down to business. You are going against quite a team in this game so you better be prepared for anything. You equip one of your sharper spears. You're not afraid to stab through someone's skull if required.
"Puntia: Inspect posters."
You let out a long dreamy sigh. You'd kill for a matesprit or kismesis that hot. You've only had bad experiences with mates this far but you're sure your day will come eventually!
You spend a long while unable to tear your eyes off your posters. It should be illegal to be this good looking!
Your name is PUNTIA VITRUM.
You have various points of interest, such as FELINES and SHARP THINGS. Oh, and SCANTILY DRESSED TROLLS. Your current favorite hobby is OGGLING at attractive troll individuals and wishing you could TAP THAT RUMP.
You used to have various hobbies that involved less oggling and more MOVING YOUR BODY, but after a certain INCIDENT, you have become increasingly LAZY. You find yourself lacking the motivation to get up to do anything athletic, even though you were big on SPEAR FIGHTING and JOGGING and always enjoyed helping your lowblood friends with what you liked to call BATTLE TRAINING, despite the fact you were mostly FOOLING AROUND and HAVING FUN.
Nowadays you spend most of your time reading TRASHY MAGAZINES and GOSSIPING with your friends through the easy and effortless method of trollian, all while guzzling down tons of SOFT DRINKS. You of course still REGULARLY VISIT your best friends, mostly because one of them is a complete wuss and you WORRY about him A LOT.
As a TEALBLOOD you used to think quite HIGHLY of yourself in comparison to lowbloods and you would often PICK ON THEM in a way you thought was AFFECTIONATE but was in fact quite VICIOUS. You have CHANGED since then and try to keep your BLUEBLOOD PRIDE in check.
Your trolltag is vitriolicLaceration and you 7alk in a way 7ha7's flir7y and jus7 a li77le bi7 dangerous^ WINK >_^
You are momentarily taken aback by that last page, but as you try to make sense of it, some chick gets shoved in your face!
You're one hundred percent certain you saw this gal early on in the story, painting her toenails like a true pro. You are not quite certain about her name however. Let's name her, shall we?
I am upset he says, something big happened. A death of someone close to him. His lusus, you guess. He agrees. He needs support, you must arrange it. He is seeking for it himself, he says. Good, you answer. Very good.
No... that can't be...!
Huh? Why isn't he answering you, you know he speaks slow but usually he would be on his second syllable by now..
You use your psychic powers to listen if your lusus has anything to say. While trolls don't normally understand what their lusi say, your powers enable you to hear and understand all kinds of animal noises perfectly. It serves little purpose but it's a pretty neat power!
"Nuptus: Approach lusus."
You spot your lusus eating and decide to go hear what's up.
"Nuptus: Exit hive."
You decide, instead of playing something on console, to go check on your crops quickly before getting in contact with Fordic again. You never know when pests might assault your vegetables. Or worse yet, your fellow troll neighbours. Sometimes they think kicking your crops around is a fun idea.
Yeah sure, you'd have no problem being fearless if only you had the actual physical power to back your courage up. You're not stupid enough to go running towards dangerous adventures while being piss-weak.
"Nuptus: Inspect game station."
Ah, the youthful laughs and tears that this old piece of junk of a telecommunication medium has witnessed. Not to mention the gentle bonks of controllers being thrown towards it sometimes (though not anymore, obviously. You're a mature adult now).
You own several pieces of gaming grubware, and you've played through most of your games at least 3 to 5 times. You wouldn't quite go as far as to say they're your life but....they are your life. Mass murdering trolls and monsters made of pixels is quite comforting, not to mention satisfying. You try to resist the huge urge to plop down and continue a particularly challenging game you were in the middle of, just before Fordic came to visit. If you were to start now it's safe to say it would take you hours to stop.
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You find your bookshelf pretty disorganized, all your books have just been messily tucked in, in no particular order. You spend a while looking fondly at the covers of some of your favorites.
[hover over the books to view covers!!]
"Nuptus: Examine locker engraving."
You look at the clumsy engraving. It says very simply:
Puntia was here >_^
You never understood Puntia's winky faces. Aren't both
those eyes closed?
He doesn't notice you, instead he zooms by with staggering speed (as staggering as his speed gets with those short legs). You catch a glimpse of his excited face and the same kind of excitement starts filling your chest. You're pretty sure you're 200% ready to play the game! It's going to take a while before Fordic is back on his PC however. You have some time to fool around by yourself before playing.
What will you do?
"Nuptus: Look out of the window."
You peek out of your window to see if you can spot Fordic. Your friend going home fills you with a very familiar sense of melancholy. You hardly ever go out because of the many dangers outside so every time your friends leave, you just kind of stare at them from your window with a forlorn expression and watch them slowly disappear behind the hills. You secretly hope Fordic would notice you and wave.
PS: SORRY FOR BREAK!NG YOUR WALL!!!!
SV: thats okay its probably seen worse......@_v
SV: ok i cant actually think of anythin worse but its still okay......@_v
PS: AT LEAST !T WASN'T MY LUSUS, YOUR WHOLE WALL WOULD BE !N CRUMBLES!!!!!
SV: i guess so......@_v
PS: TODAY ! FOUND H!M STUCK ON THE WALL OF MY ABLUT!ON BLOCK!!!!!
PS: ! DON'T KNOW WHAT !'M GONNA DO W!TH H!M, SOON ! WON'T HAVE ANY H!VE LEFT!!!!!
SV: how are you gonna do your business with a hole in the wall you have no privacy......@_v
PS: ! DON'T KNOW!!!!
SV: but your probably gonna be fine since nobody lives around your hive afterall......@_v
PS: OH, THAT'S TRUE!!!!
PS: OH R!GHT ! GOTTA GO!!!!!
PS: ! WASTED ALREADY TOO MUCH T!ME FOOL!NG AROUND!!!!!!!
PS: BYE NUPTUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SV: see you......@_v
PS: OH NO!!!!
PS: !T CRACKED, !T F!NALLY CRACKED!!!!!!!
PS: ! KNEW TH!S WOULD HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: NOW ! HAVE TO BE A HORNLESS VAGABOND W!TH ONLY SHARP EDGED NUBS ON MY HEAD!!!!!!!!
SV: no you dont gotta your horn is intact......@_v
PS: !'LL BE W!THOUT DEST!NAT!ON OR GOAL, OR MY MAGN!F!CENT RACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
SV: your horn is fine tho......@_v
PS: MY OTHER HORN M!GHT'VE BEEN M!SS!NG BUT MY OTHER ONE WAS TALL, !T LOOKED SO COOL!!!!!!
PS: NOW THE ONLY COOL TH!NG ON MY HEAD !S MY HA!RSTR!PE, WHAT A BALD EX!STANCE!!!!!!!!!!
SV: dude nothin happened to your horn......@_v
PS: NO C!V!L!ZED PLACE ON THE WHOLE PLANET WOULD ACCEPT A COMPLETELY HORNLESS D!SGRACE L!KE ME TO THE!R M!DST!!!!!!!
SV: your horn is still there im tellin you......@_v
PS: YEAH ! KNOW!!!!
PS: ! WAS JUST PLAY!NG AROUND!!!!
SV: oh holy mackerel are you ok......@_v
SV: oh no oh sweet lard did you get hurt bad......@_v
SV: that made a really ugly noise......@_v
"Nuptus: See Fordic off."
You quickly say your goodbyes to Fordic who is too excited to really hear you.
SV: ! WAS JUST ABOUT TO START RUNN!NG BACK!!!
SV: !'M SORRY FOR MAK!NG YOU WA!T!!!
SV: !'LL BE R!GHT THERE, JUST HOLD ON A M!NUTE!!!!
SV: A L!TTLE !S ENOUGH!!!
SV: AND THEN WE CAN START PLAY!NG!!!
SV: !'M SO EXC!TED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SV: NO, NOT CUTE MORE L!KE!!!!
SV: REALLY REALLY COOL !S BETTER!!!!!!!!!
SV: !'M GONNA GROW, !'M ONLY S!X!!!!
SV: SOMEDAY !'M GONNA BE TALLER THAN EVEN YOU!!!!
SV: YES ! AM!!!!!!!!!!
SV: OH, YEAH!!!
SV: !'M GONNA RUN NOW!!!!
SV: SEE YOU SOON!!!
paranoidVelocity [PV] gave up trolling squeamishVermicide [SV]
"Nuptus: Get trolled."
paranoidVelocity [PV] began trolling squeamishVermicide [SV]
SV: excuse me who is this......@_v
SV: fordic is here......@_v
SV: you could say hi when you start a conversation......@_v
VL: Why are you sorry?????????
VL: Why is Dic 7here???????
SV: WHAT, YOU TOLD ME TO CHECK ON H!M SO ! D!D!!!!!!
SV: sis that was fordic just now......@_v
VL: Oh no shi7^ I couldn'7 7ell from 7he seven 7housand shou7poles^
VL: Dic, You s7upid bumblebu77^^
VL: You were supposed 7o check on Nups 7HROUGH 7ROLLIAN^^^^
SV: OK, THAT MAKES SENSE ! GUESS!!!!!!
SV: ! D!DN'T TH!NK OF THAT!!!!!
SV: ...WHY D!DN'T YOU TROLL H!M YOURSELF???!!!
VL: Eh, My hands were kinda 7ied. >_>
VL: I can'7 believe 7his, you ac7ually ran all 7he way 7o his hive??????????
VL: No wai7, you a7 leas7 go7 your lusus 7o give you a ride, righ7???????
SV: NO, HE WAS STUCK !N A WALL!!!!
VL: Wha7 7he hell am I friends wi7h.
SV: a sillybum and a snail......@_v
SV: oh we bounced on the relaxation contraption without you......@_v
VL: You jerks^^^^^
VL: Okay, 7ell 7he sillybum 7o ge7 7he hell home so we can play^^ Sam is already making fun of me because I'm in a 7eam composed of incompe7en7 numbskulls^
SV: NOBODY !N OUR TEAM !S !NCOMPETENT OR A NUMBSKULL!!!!!
SV: i think were a little numbskulled......@_v
SV: (my skull sure feels numb from the fall......@_v)
VL: No we're no7^ And anyway 7hey weren'7 my words^
SV: WHATEVER, WE'LL SHOW THEM!!!!!!!!
VL: 7ha7's why I'm 7elling you 7o ge7 your ass home quickly^^
VL: Don'7 hur7 yourself on 7he way^
SV: OF COURSE NOT!!!!!!!!
VL: I'll 7alk 7o you bo7h la7er^ >_^
SV: ok bye sis talk to you later......@_v
vitriolicLaceration [VL] gave up trolling squeamishVermicide [SV]
"Nuptus: Answer troll."
vitriolicLaceration [VL] began trolling squeamishVermicide [SV]
VL: Nups, wha7 gives^
VL: Are you done 7alking 7o Dic? Are you ready 7o play? You're 7aking ages, I be7 you're half-asleep in 7here like always^
VL: WAKE UP NUPS^^^^
SV: hi sis......@_v
VL: Don'7 "hi" me^ We have 7o s7ar7 playing fas7 or 7he o7her 7eam is gonna go firs7^^^
SV: yeah ok sorry......@_v
VL: Ge7 your shi7 7oge7her, Nups^
SV: its together i think......@_v
VL: So, wha7's 7he si7ua7ion? Are you ready 7o connec7?
SV: isnt fordic goin first......@_v
VL: For real?
SV: yeah fordic says hes goin first to see what happens and then we follow one by one......@_v
VL: Um, okey-dokey^^
VL: So when is Dic gonna ac7ually s7ar7 playing? Don'7 come 7elling me Hassis S7ILL isn'7 ready^^
SV: hassis isnt a problem fordics just gotta run back home and start the game and were good......@_v
VL: Ohh, okay^
VL: ...Wha7 do you mean by "run back home"?
VL: HE'S 7HERE????????????
Your conversation is interrupted by a loud beep of your computer.
FORDIC: OH NO!!!!
FORDIC: THEN !T WASN'T COOL, SORRY!!!!
FORDIC: ARE YOU OK?!!!!
NUPTUS: dont worry dude......@_v
NUPTUS: i think i might get a non fatal bump......@_v
FORDIC: YOU GOTTA BE MORE CAREFUL WHEN JUMP!NG ON THE RELAXAT!ON CONTRAPT!ON!!!!!
FORDIC: ! MEAN COUNCH!!!!!!!!
FORDIC: UHH, COUCH!!!!!!!
NUPTUS: dude why are you usin the highblood word for it......@_v
NUPTUS: your not supposed to talk like that......@_v
FORDIC: WHY NOT!!!!!!!!
NUPTUS: cause your not a highblood......@_v
FORDIC: THAT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTH!NG!!!!!!
FORDIC: THEY'RE JUST WORDS, ANYONE CAN USE THEM!!!!!!
FORDIC: THAT RULE !S BULLCRAP AND !'M NOT GONNA L!STEN TO !T ANYMORE!!!!!
FORDIC: !F ! WANNA SAY COUNCH !'LL SAY COUNCH!!!!!!!!
NUPTUS: but its not even counch your sayin it wrong......@_v
FORDIC: OH CRAP!!!!
FORDIC: COUCH, ! MEANT COUCH!!!!!
FORDIC: !'M ST!LL PRACT!C!NG!!!!!!!!!
NUPTUS: thats ok......@_v
NUPTUS: no i mean no dont practice......@_v
FORDIC: !'M GONNA!!!!!!
FORDIC: HOW D!D YOU MANAGE TO DO THAT??!!!
FORDIC: ARE YOU OK?!!!
NUPTUS: i think so......@_v
FORDIC: THAT LOOKED REALLY COOL!!!!!!
NUPTUS: no it didnt......@_v
FORDIC: YES !T D!D!!!!!!
FORDIC: D!D !T HURT?!!!
NUPTUS: yeah it kinda did......@_v
"Nuptus: Join Fordic."
Your name is NUPTUS RADULA.
You deem yourself skilled at only about three things, one being the CULTIVATION of various GREENS. You cultivate them OUT OF NECESSITY mostly, as food for your GIANT SNAIL LUSUS. While other of your kind revel in DANGEROUS ROLEPLAY and other such games, you are personally quite satisfied with the level of danger that comes from fighting off the many PESTS trying to infect your CROPS. Somewhat relatedly, trying to find creative ways to cook the same vegetables over and over again has certainly paid off for you, as you are a pretty decent COOK. You don't boast about it though.
What you DO sometimes boast about however, is your skill at JAMMING BUTTONS on a VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER. You like immersing yourself in violent games for HOURS, pretending you are BRUTAL and AWESOME and a HOT SHOT. In reality you are in fact QUITE WEAK PHYSICALLY and if you ventured out of your hive too much you would possibly GET KILLED in about two seconds. It is merely one reason on your big pile of reasons for being quite an INSECURE young man.
You dream about one day being STRONG and CONFIDENT and having someone to PROTECT, like a fairytale KNIGHT. You admire the RESOLUTION and LOYALTY they manifest.
Your trolltag is squeamishVermicide and you always come off as bein kinda sluggish even when your not......@_v
Yes, this guy! ....What was this guy's name again?
"Be someone else."
You are now....no, not Fordic. The one you want is just a little bit over to the right....
VS: what was that~!?!?!
VP: Ms. Aprile is going to enter first.
VS: áµ°o, outsiDe~! there's louD áµ°oises~! aáµ°D áµ¯y castle is ruáµ¯bliáµ°g~!
VS: i'áµ¯ goiáµ°g to check it out~!
VP: No, you will do no such thing. We are in the middle of an important conversation.
VS: sorry, cuvvie~!
VP: Do not go anywhere. I do not accept your apology.
VP: Domina, answer me this very second.
VP: You are not to go outside.
VP: What rumbling could you possibly be speaking of. Perhaps an aquatic lusus of impressive size is wreaking havoc.
VP: There is no need for you to go verify.
"Domina: Answer troll."
venerablePrecision [VP] began trolling vagariousSpeculator [VS]
VP: Hello Domina.
VP: I am terribly sorry for making you wait.
VS: i DiDáµ°'t eveáµ° áµ°otice the tiáµ¯e pass~
VS: i was just about to start paiáµ°tiáµ°g~!
VP: Is that so.
VP: I regret to inform you that this is an inopportune moment to start painting. I must ask you to put your palette away.
VP: All preparations are complete.
VS: Does that áµ¯eaáµ° we caáµ° start playiáµ°g sooáµ°~?
VP: Yes. As promised, I have taken my place on the chain as your server player. I will guide you through every single step of this game with praiseworthy precision.
VS: áµ°____áµ° yes~~~~~!!
VS: cuvvie, Do you reáµ¯eáµ¯ber what else you proáµ¯iseD~~~~?
VP: I could not possibly forget, I signed a contract.
VP: As your moirail my prevalent duty is to keep you under control. However, in this game I will ask you to not have any mercy for our enemies. You will take them down by any means necessary. All I demand in return is that you make sure that your hair and clothes do not get ruined. That would be a pity.
VS: yaaaaay~~~~~!!!!! áµ°váµ°
VS: i'D give you a sáµ¯ooch if you were close eáµ°ough to sáµ¯ooch!!! áµ°3áµ°
VP: No, Domina. We have discussed this.
VP: Do not refer to them as smooches. I would vastly prefer you refer to them as pecks.
VS: áµ°3áµ° sáµ¯ooch sáµ¯ooch sáµ¯ooooooch~~
VP: Please refrain from being so vulgar.
VS: kissy sáµ¯oochy sáµ¯ooch~~~~~~!!! áµ°3áµ°
VP: No, I will not allow the use of words such as "kissy" either.
VS: you're such a Duáµ¯b shy butt~ <> áµ°_áµ°
VS: oh, oops~!
VP: What do we use for that particular part of a body.
VS: u_u behiáµ°D~
VS: sorry, cuvvie~
VP: Furthermore, I am not a behind. I am simply proper.
VS: okay, fiáµ°e~ i'D give you a cute proper peck oáµ° the cheek~ áµ°_áµ°
VP: Yes. Possibly a polite one.
VS: yes~!! áµ°váµ°
VP: I will gladly receive one polite, proper peck from you when we meet.
VP: You are a preal.
VP: A pearl, excuse me.
VS: áµ°____áµ° i'll reáµ¯eáµ¯ber that~!
VS: you caáµ°'t say áµ°o aáµ°yáµ¯ore~!
VP: I consider it fully in my rights to refuse, but I digress.
VP: The nature of this discussion is not what I would like it to be. Let us get back to business.
VS: oh yes, the gaáµ¯e~!
VP: Yes. I have appointed you as server of Ms. Kronus. I trust you have no problems with such an arrangement.
VS: aww~ u_u she's so boriáµ°g~!
VP: Yes. I have thought things through very carefully and have come to the conclusion that this is the most favorable order of entry, all things considered.
VS: u_u blah~!
VP: I expect you to perform well.
VP: I will now explain the entirety of the entry order to you.
VP: Ms. Aprile is going to enter first.
To start the painting, you just need-- Oh, someone seems to be trolling you!
Using that slightly brutal method cost you a captchalogue card from your deck but you don't really mind!
Nothing will now stop you from enjoying painting, you have a very vivid vision of what you want to draw, too. It involves you ravaging lowbloods with your teeth and making them sorry for ever hatching and maybe to the side you can include your moirail applauding proudly!
Time to resort to your emergency method!
You drill the shell open and forcefully extract the item before it can pearlify.
You do NOT have the patience for this, you want to paint RIGHT NOW!!
You accidentally captchalogue the whole thing. Now you must wait until your modus makes a pearl out of your palette.
"Domina: Start painting."
You know just what to paint, this is going to be a masterpiece! You reach over to your palette-- OH CRAP.
Your paints, just like all paints on Alternia, are made of nice fresh blood from grubs while your brushes are made of the fine hairs of aquatic hoofbeasts. The whole paintset is very expensive and made for very professional artists, which is well because you certainly consider yourself one.
Simply glancing over to your paints makes you want to create art right away!
You cannot make out with your kismesis because you don't have one!
Boy you wish you had one though, that would be a blast! Unfortunately you don't know anyone who's up to par with you, or is loathsome enough for you to get all black and bothered about.
"Domina: Captchalogue drawing."
You tuck the drawing in your CLAM PEARL MODUS. To retrieve it, you have to wait for the clam to produce a pearl. You're sure such a tiny drawing won't take too long to ripen!
"Domina: Examine the other drawing."
This is a drawing of your moirail and yourself on the day you two met! You put all your love into this drawing and plan on giving it to him as a gift as soon as you see him. You are quite sure he is going to love it to bits and maybe even put it on the wall of his office in gorgeous golden frames, right next to where he keeps the official signed document indicating your moirallegiance, also in gorgeous golden frames. You know this moirallegiance means as much to him as it means to you, you are positive! You are fated to be together for eternity!
You hope your gift will give his fins something to wiggle about.
"Domina: Examine drawing on wall."
You examine the beautiful drawing you made your lusus a while ago. She loved it, of course. You're sure she's the best lusus in the world, and she always accompanies you on your daily visits to your moirail. Well, used to, until the day your moirail became the OFFICIAL HEIR TO THE THRONE. Ever since that day, your lusus has avoided the seas around your moirail's hive.
"Domina: Equip weapon."
You equip your trusty drill, because you can never be sure when you need to maim-- you mean defend yourself against the various dangers of the Alternian sea.
You pride yourself in having a weapon that makes the most beautiful mess when used underwater.
Your name is DOMINA PYSGOD.
You belong to one of the highest blood castes on Alternia, and thus you are a SEA DWELLER. As such, it is one of your duties to RULE OVER the lower land dwelling castes. Personally, you would rather just MAIM THEM.
Your hobbies used to include LURING AND AMBUSHING lowbloods into the water and then drown them for your amusement. This hobby was then banned by your FATED MOIRAIL, and so you refrain from doing that anymore, even though often the urges are very strong. You could almost say you FEED on the FEAR OF YOUR PREY.
Since meeting your moirail, you have started exploring more tame hobbies, such as JEWERLY MAKING and PAINTING. Your favorite subjects to paint are of course your LUSUS and your MOIRAIL. Despite these hobbies not involving any bloodshed, you have taken quite a liking to them. You have quite honestly become a sucker for CUTE, COLORFUL THINGS. Your love for bright colors has become the reason why you prefer to live in the pearly SHELL placed atop your LUXURIOUS UNDERWATER CASTLE, because you find it much cuter than a boring gray castle. All the gray just makes you want to wreck the place.
But your moirail told you not to, so you won't.
You REALLY LOVE YOUR MOIRAIL.
Your trolltag is vagariousSpeculator and you speak iáµ° aáµ° oDD, yet cute and curly áµ¯aáµ°áµ°er!
"[S] Dalyat: Be someone else."
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VP: Hrm. It seems I have gone on a bit of a tangent here. This was not my intention, and it seems I ended up wasting even more precious minutes of my time.
VP: I will have to bid you farewell for now. I am going to provide you with more information shortly. I expect you to be ready and answer immediately.
VP: Until then, Mr. Delere.
venerablePrecision [VP] gave up trolling spectrumScripter [SS]
SS: it is exactly as you say.
SS: your dili9ence and professionality are admirable and unrivaled.
SS: viz you leadin9 us, zere is simply no vay our team vill lose.
VP: Quite so.
SS: i am saddened by ze fact zat meedea is on ze ozer team.
SS: i mean, miss lincei.
SS: and miss citron as vell.
VP: I suggest you leave any possible sentimentalism out of this. I will not authorize any hesitation in front of the enemy. They will taste our superiority as we crush them.
VP: I believe Ms. Lincei might prove to be a formidable opponent, however I am quite sorry to say that a team led by a worthless rustblooded ruffian will be presicely nothing if not doomed for failure.
VP: Warmbloods are not to lead, they are to follow orders. I will show them their place, and by the end they will all come to respect me as the supreme leader, as they should.
VP: Yes, this game in itself is a prefect chance to make everyone see how beneficial it is to accept that we can never be equal and that serving your superiors is quite a noble way to live.
VP: Most of the lowbloods seem to be in Mr. Tellus's team.
VP: Hrm, that fool tried to suggest that we play together as companions but I will show him that it is impossible. Myself and him will never stand on equal ground.
VP: It is positively foolish to pretend all castes are worth the same.
VP: I will, beyond doubt, make that blockhead realize it, as well.
VP: In any case, you are quite loyal to your superiors, I appreciate that trait of yours, Mr. Delere.
SS: zank you, mr. piscis.
SS: i a9ree viz you vholeheartedly.
VP: I will of course play my part and guide you all with precision. I have confidence that I will be a magnificent leader and will not disappoint you.
SS: you vould never! i trust my life viz you.
VP: Yes. I am ready to trust you with mine as well. You are obedient and reliable. I sincerely believe that you will do well as my server player.
"Dalyat: Answer VP."
venerablePrecision [VP] began trolling spectrumScripter [SS]
VP: Greetings, Mr. Delere.
VP: I apologize for the delay. There were presonal matters I had to attend to that took longer than I had previously anticipated.
VP: Personal, excuse me.
SS: hello, mr. piscis.
SS: it's quite alri9ht, do not feel ze need to apolo9ize.
SS: you didn't specify ze exact time you vould contact me.
SS: so i've been vaitin9, as you told me to.
VP: Now, as you may probably realize, I am behind schedule by approximately seven minutes. Therefore I must make my report much more brief than I would like.
VP: I have assigned Mr. Roikos as your server player.
VP: Yes. Is there a problem.
SS: no, not at all.
SS: excuse me.
SS: do 9o on.
VP: Consequently, I will entrust you as my server player. I have deemed this to be the wisest course of action. I am quite sure you will serve me well and will listen readily to every order I give you.
SS: i mean, yes, yes of course.
SS: i vill.
SS: listen to your every order, i mean.
SS: excuse me.
VP: Try to speak with more clarity in the future. I will not tolerate stuttering.
VP: I have arranged for Ms. Aprile to be the first person to enter the game.
SS: vhen vill you enter? or myself, for zat matter.
VP: I am on the fourth (4) place in the chain, making you the fifth (5).
SS: very vell.
VP: Ideally Ms. Aprile will enter before the opposing team can make their move. Not that we particularly need any more advantages over them.
VP: I don't doubt that my organizational skills will ensure our team a prosperous and ultimately victorious campaign.
SS: oh no.
SS: oh dear.
SS: oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear.
SS: i am not prepared for zis.
SS: i am not prepared for zis at all.
VV: VP IS TalkinG TO YoU
VV: ArE YoU TalkinG BacK TO HiM?
VV: WelL DO IT, SillY
SS: i can't.
VV: YeS YoU CaN
VV: NoW, GO AheaD AnD SaY HellO TO HiM
VV: ShE WilL TalK TO YoU LateR
VV: GooD LucK
vitalityVillein [VV] gave up trolling spectrumScripter [SS]
"Dalyat: Answer troll."
vitalityVillein [VV] began trolling spectrumScripter [SS]
VV: HellO, DalyaT
SS: oh, meedea.
SS: you 9ave me such a fri9ht.
VV: ShE ApologizeS
VV: WerE YoU IN ThE MiddlE OF SomethinG?
SS: no, nozin9 important.
VV: YoU'RE NervouS AnD ExciteD
VV: IT IS TO BE ExpecteD
VV: NearlY EveryonE FeelS ThE SamE WaY
SS: i doubt.
SS: i have a lot more at stake zan zose fools.
VV: ThosE ParticulaR FeelingS ArE NoT WhaT ShE WaS ReferrinG TO
SS: ze only re9ret i have is zat you are on ze same team viz zose.. losers.
SS: i vould've vanted to play viz you.
VV: ShE FeelS ThE SamE WaY
VV: BuT ShE DiD PromisE TO TakE CarE OF LumorE
VV: WE BotH HavE OuR ImportanT PeoplE TO StaY ClosE TO
SS: i knov.
SS: and i knov ps asked lumore first, but you're all on ze vron9 team.
VV: ShE'S AfraiD LumorE CannoT BE ON ThE FuchsiA TeaM, NO MatteR WhaT
SS: and you still cant tell me vhy?
VV: ShE CannoT
VV: LumorE WilL TelL YoU WheN ShE'S ReadY
SS: very vell.
VV: HavE YoU TalkeD TO VP YeT?
SS: oh, dear me no.
SS: i couldn't bozer him on such an important day.
SS: i am simply vaitin9 for instructions from him.
SS: he must be busy, preparin9 everyzin9 to be perfect.
SS: he commanded me to vait for him to contact me, and so i vill.
VV: YoU ArE NoT ContenT WitH ThaT
SS: vell, i do vish i knev vhat vas 9oin9 on.
SS: i feel a little.. "out of ze loop", if you vill.
SS: but i knov zat is my place, so i vill not complain.
VV: DO NoT ForgeT YouR SelfwortH, DalyaT
VV: YoU ArE ImportanT
VV: AS FoR VP, HE IS StresseD AnD IS HavinG TroublE WitH SP
SS: oh, him.
SS: i do not understand vhy he's in ze same team viz us.
SS: he is a vorse menace zan ps.
VV: HE DoeS CausE A LoT OF DamagE
SS: zat's an understatement.
VV: SomewhaT, YeS
VV: BuT ThaT IS MosT LikelY ThE ExacT ReasoN WhY VP KeepS HiM ClosE
VV: HE IS A BetteR AllY ThaN EnemY
SS: i feel sorry for your team, zen.
VV: DO NoT WorrY AbouT HeR SafetY
VV: ShE WilL BE FinE
SS: i knov.
SS: you're amazin9.
SS: i vish i had your selfconfidence.
VV: ShE DoeS, ToO
VV: YoU HavE NO ReasoN TO FeeL SO DowN AbouT YourselF
SS: i fear i vill become a nuisance.
VV: YoU ArE GoinG ThrougH ManY EmotionS RighT NoW
VV: ThaT IS OK
VV: BuT RemembeR TO FolloW YouR HearT, AS ThaT IS ThE MosT ImportanT TO YoU
VV: DO NoT LeT FeaR StoP YoU
SS: vhat if he doesn't like me?
SS: vhat if he zinks i'm just a messy, u9ly lovblood?
"Dalyat: Retrieve husktop."
Sweet mercy what a jolt that gave you!
You're extremely glad nobody saw you acting that ungraceful. You couldn't bear people thinking you're clumsy or worse yet, silly.
You allow yourself to fantasize a little while you sip your tea.
Oh, how you long to meet him! You just want to toss yourself into his arms and have him tell you how beautiful and refined you are and what good taste you have, what a gorgeous suit! So well taken care of!
And then you will reply with: "Oh no, but never as gorgeous as yours!"
"Dalyat: Do something elegant."
That you can do even without asking.
You float over to your fancy teatable where one of your favourite blends is brewing gently. You wish to enjoy a nice cup in preparation to tasks you soon have to engage in, pertaining this game you are about to play. Just to make sure that nobody gets you wrong, you should specify that this particular game has been approved by your One True Love himself, and is therefore very important and worthy of your time, unlike some lesser games that only work as entertainment for dimwits.
"Dalyat: Do something silly."
You would never in a million sweeps lower yourself to acting silly for no reason, like some uncivilized wiggler. Your nose scrunches up in distaste at the mere thought.
Your name is DALYAT DELERE.
You have a tendency to pretend a lot, and spend most of your time DAYDREAMING about better things. You like to OWN BEAUTIFUL THINGS but sadly you cannot afford much. The neat TAILORED SUIT on you cost you many sweeps worth of savings and you ALWAYS WEAR IT because there is nothing you can think of that is worse than appearing UNKEMPT. Being a LOWBLOOD doesn't necessarily mean you have to LOOK LIKE ONE.
You have numerous INTERESTS, one of which is watching various TV SERIES, your favorite one being GENUINE SANGUINE. The show is about a rainbowblood and her countless intricate romances with rainbowdrinkers, and however cheesy that sounds, you love every bit of it. Your fascination with RAINBOW DRINKERS is quite intense and you truly enjoy their MYSTERIOUSNESS and their SUAVE ELEGANCE, hoping to match that elegance yourself.
The hobby that is closest to your heart is CONSUMING and CREATING romantic poetry and literature. It is your way of immersing yourself in the world of ROSES, CANDLES and SENSUAL WHISPERS and it is the most absolute delight for you. Your favorite subject is your ONE TRUE LOVE who once saved you from grave peril. You have written countless poems reciting his heroism and handsomeness, and you like to write stories of you and him meeting again.
And today these stories won't be mere fantasies anymore.
Your trolltag is spectrumScripter and you shov your heavy accent in ze most hau9hty manner you can mana9e.
"Be someone else."
It's time you are someone who does appreciate the poetic light of the twin moons and other such rosey blabber.
You dash over the hills, towards the artificial lights far in the distance where your goal lies. The twin moons bathe you and your surroundings in their eerie light. It is all hauntingly beautiful, though of course you wouldn't know anything about that kind of stuff. In fact you couldn't care less!
You legs carry you forward with the unstoppable energy of a troll full of youthful determination.
Unbeknownst to you, today you are standing on the first page of a fresh epos, a tale that will change your life and the fate and existence of your whole race.
You have many hardships to overcome, but something in the air tells you everything will be fine. You run as fast as you can.
"Fordic: Head out."
You holler a loud SORRY!!! in your caretaker's general direction before darting off. You have to hurry if you plan on keeping your word.
After all, running all the way to the lawn rings is bound to take a while.
"Fordic: Scold lusus."
You don't have the heart to scold him, you know he means nothing bad with his occasional urge for demolition.
You give your custodian's flank a fond pat and explain to him that you have no time to get him out of his sticky situation. He has to wait. He replies with a long moo.
You don't know what it means, but you take it as 'Yes, go and make me proud my dear troll child.'
Though of course it might be closer to 'Get your ass out of here you ungrateful runt'
You decide that now that you've found your lusus, it's high time to go check on Nuptus.
You can't believe you have to see this again!
You've barely had time to clean out the debris from the previous time your lusus failed to resist the call of a sweet solid stonewall. It seems like your lusus only knows how to lounge around lazily or destroy everything you hold dear, or at the very least what keeps you dry during rainy seasons.
"Fordic: Look behind your hive."
You hurry to peek around the corner and sure enough you feel like you can hear the swoosh of a familiar tail--
"Fordic: Check outside."
You come outside and immediately you sigh a little. Your hive is mega cool and all but it sure is falling into pieces! It used to be a lot bigger than this of course, who would even build a hive this small. But then all kinds of natural disasters occurred one after another like for example your lusus and....
....yeah, just your lusus.
Sometimes it just gets these urges to ram headfirst into a wall! You suppose you can relate a little! Just a tiny bit.
"Fordic: Search for lusus.
Time to hurry up and find your lusus. You don't want to disappoint Hassis, so you better put one foot in front of the other.
You're pretty sure he's not inside the hive though, you would hear him. Or, you know. Smell him.
"Fordic: Answer Hassis."
paranoidVelocity [PV] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
PS: F!NALLY, ! WAS GETT!NG WORR!ED!!!!
PS: ARE YOU OK?!!!!
PS: WHERE ARE YOU?!!!
PS: ARE YOU HURT?!!!
PS: MAN THAT WOULD SUCK !F YOU ARE 'CAUSE ! DON'T WANT YOU TO BE HURT BECAUSE OF ME!!!
PS: OK, THAT'S GOOD!!!
PS: !T WOULD'VE REALLY SUCKED, ! WANT TO PLAY TH!S GAME W!TH YOU SO BAD!!!
PS: AND MEET!NG EVERYONE WOULD BE SO COOL, ! WANT YOU TO MEET THEM ALL!!!!
PS: DON'T SAY THAT, MAYBE THEY WERE SOME OTHER TROLLS!!!
PS: AND ANYWAY, YOU CAN'T KNOW !F YOU L!KE THEM OR NOT BEFORE YOU TALK TO THEM!!!
PS: WOW, THAT'S... REALLY BOR!NG!!!!
PS: THEY'RE COOL WHEN THEY'RE AWAKE!!!!
PS: WELL NOT ALL OF THEM!!!
PS: BUT ALL OF THEM ARE N!CE HASS!S, REGARDLESS OF THE!R BLOOD!!!
PS: NO ONE'S GONNA HURT YOU, YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SCARED OF ANYONE!!!
PS: WE'RE ALL GONNA PLAY TH!S GAME TOGETHER!!!!
PS: TH!S GAME !S A GOOD CHANCE TO MAKE EVERYONE SEE THAT WE CAN DO STUFF TOGETHER W!THOUT CAR!NG ABOUT OUR D!FFERENCES AND JUST HAVE FUN!!!!
PS: BUT ! GUESS.. MOST OF THE H!GHBLOODS ARE !N CUV!ER'S TEAM ANYWAY..!!!
PS: ! TR!ED TO MAKE H!M PLAY W!TH US, BUT HE WOULDN'T STOP !NS!ST!NG THAT HE'D BE THE LEADER JUST BECAUSE OF H!S BLOOD!!!!
PS: !T'S REALLY DUMB WHEN SOMEONE JUDGES OTHERS JUST BASED ON THE!R BLOOD!!!!!
PS: SOMEDAY, !'M GONNA MAKE THAT BLOCKHEAD SEE !T, TOO!!!!
PS: BUT ANYWAY, ! GUESS YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT !T!!!!
PS: SO WHERE ARE YOU R!GHT NOW ANYWAY??!!!
PS: SO YOU'RE READY TO START??!!!!
PS: NOT YET, ! HAVE TO RUN A COUPLE OF ERRANDS REALLY FAST!!!!
PS: BUT !T WON'T TAKE LONG!!!!
PS: ! HAVE TO F!ND MY LUSUS AND CHECK UP !F NUPTUS !S READY!!!!
punchingSteadfast [PS] gave up trolling paranoidVelocity [PV]
Oh, there's Hassis now!
PS: OKAY, ! CAN DO THAT!!!!
VL: I'm coun7ing on you^
"Fordic: Answer troll."
vitriolicLaceration [VL] began trolling punchingSteadfast [PS]
VL: Dic, you ready 7o play????
VL: Wha7 7ook you????
PS: ! WAS HON!NG MY K!CKS!!!!
VL: Ah, you were s7uck in hay.
PS: YOU MAKE !T SOUND L!KE ! ALWAYS GET STUCK!!!!!!
VL: Dude, you ge7 s7uck in hay even a7 Nups and he doesn'7 even have hay in his home^^
VL: Bu7 7ha7's no7 7he poin7^^ Are you ready wi7h 7he game????
PS: YEAH, !'M READY!!!!!
PS: READY AND PUMPED!!!
PS: BUT WE CAN'T START YET, HASS!S !S NOT READY!!!!
VL: Well you 7ell him 7o ge7 ready 7hen^ Sam's almos7 ready 7o play 7oo^
VL: How are we already losing 7o 7heir 7eam even 7hough we have Nups who's 7he GAME MAS7ER or wha7ever and Hassis who you always say is "REALLY FAS7^^^^" and shi7^
VL: He's no7 being very fas7^^^
VL: 7hen again, I guess 7he o7her 7eam has grea7 mr. Punc7ual.
PS: WE'RE NOT GONNA LOSE, ESPEC!ALLY NOT TO H!M!!!!!!!!!!
PS: HASS!S !S GONNA BE READY ANY M!NUTE NOW!!!!!!!
VL: B7W, have your heard from Nups? He hasn'7 con7ac7ed me ye7, can you check wha7's up wi7h him?
VL: I'd do i7 myself bu7 I kinda have my hands full wi7h some7hing else^
Ok, time to stop screwing around and get to business- Oh, someone is trolling you.
"Fordic: Shatter your other horn."
NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!!!
You finally managed to crack your remaining horn, despite telling everyone that it won't break, no way! That horn is as strong as your soul, and it wasn't supposed to ever break!!!
But now it's in shatters, and the only thing waiting for you now is a sad life as a hornless vagabond, without destination or goal and most of all, without that magnificent rack on your head! Your other horn might've been missing but the other one, that one stood proud and tall!
No civilized place on the whole planet would accept a completely hornless disgrace like yourself to their midst--
Oh it's still there. False alarm.
"Fordic: Do an awesome air-kick."
"Fordic: Look at paper."
This is a cool laminated quote from Troll Bruce Lee a friend gave you for your 6th wriggling day. It is one of your most priced possessions, and you look at it daily for inspiration.
"I'm not in this
world to live
up to your expectations
and you're not in this
world to live
up to mine."
After reading this wonderful quote you feel a sudden urge to do something awesome and cool.
"Fordic: Climb up the ladder."
You climb up the ladder and check out your cool respiteblock-slash-attic. This is the only place in your hive where you can relax and meditate without stepping into hay, mud or something even worse.
Your lusus is sometimes very tough to be around.
Up here is also where you do your daily yoga routines!
Can there be a troll cooler than him? You think not!!
Your mind wanders to all the films you've watched a thousand times and could watch yet another thousand times more.
How cool he is when he sends highbloods three times bigger than him flying with a well placed kick! How cool he is when, despite impossible odds he goes into a fight and beats those aforementioned odds and feeds them to his opponents!
And it was Bruce Lee who showed that anyone could do martial arts, not just those naturally well endowed. Yes, it was him who shared his knowledge and skills with everyone, despite their blood or possible lack of physical strength! Because, a goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at.
Because there are no limits!
Because, to hell with circumstances; you create opportunities!!!!
You cannot hope to beat Troll Bruce Lee in a cool-off. He is simply the best there is.
"Fordic: Examine posters."
You decide to examine the various posters of Troll Bruce Lee on your wall.
You find his quotes extraordinarily inspiring, and use them whenever possible.
You also quote him in your head constantly, because as you think, so shall you become.
You also try to think about being cool and strong a lot.
Your name is FORDIC TELLUS.
You are a big admirer of TROLL BRUCE LEE, and this admiration is why instead of using your PSYCHIC POWERS you are obsessed with TRAINING YOUR BODY.
You practice by PUNCHING and KICKING and doing all kinds of vigorous PHYSICAL EXERCISES, and most important of all, YOGA. You can spend hours just MEDITATING and STRETCHING your body in impossible poses and you are incredibly FLEXIBLE because of this.
However, your flexibility ends with your physique, as you are very firm-minded about EQUALITY among trolls and are much against the caste-segregation present on Alternia. This makes you a target of much frown from the upper castes, but you are determined to not let anyone ever get you down.
You are very straightforward and honest, and this tends to get you in trouble, but you've managed to avoid any SERIOUS DAMAGE so far.
Your trolltag is punchingSteadfast and you APPLY YOUR ENTHUS!ASM !NTO EVERYTH!NG YOU SAY!!!!
"Lolternia - ACT 1"
A young troll stands in his respiteblock. Today is a date of no special celebration, but it is a special day regardless, for today is the day he will finally start playing a game he has been planning to play for weeks!
But first, what is this young troll's name?