A homestuck fanventure

[pawzer]

ME: Im mos7ly friend2 wi7h my group


ME: Bu7


ME: A few i don7 like


ME: E2pecially a cer7ain heire22


ME: If your plane7 ha2 flarping


ME: 7hen don7 do i7


ME: 7hat2 really all i can 2ay on 7hat ma77er


ME: Bu7 im in good 7erm2 wi7h mo27 of 7hem


ME: Apparen7ly im very likeable


ME: Id men7ion 7hem all bu7


ME: 7here2 a lo7 of u2

 

[GothicRainbowz]

IC: Hopefully we'll all get along when we get into the game.


IC: The problem is, I don't actually have said game.

 

[pawzer]

ME: Wha7


ME: Aderyn didn7 2end you i7?


ME: Ok wha7ever


ME: Le7 me 2end you a copy


-- mellocremeExplosion [ME] attatched file 7hi2game2uck2.exe --


ME: 7here


ME: Wai7


ME: Who 7he hell2 going 7o be your 2erver player and clien7


ME: No idea who 7he fuck your 2erver will be bu7


ME: I don7 7hink your clien7 2hould be a 7roll


ME: You 2eem really 2kep7ical 7hat we aren7 human2


ME: If you 2ee one of u2 youll be like


ME: "Holy 2hi7 7hey are alien2 af7er all wow 7hey look 2o ho7 i wi2h i wa2 cool like 7hem 7oo bad im ju2t an ugly human"


ME: 7oo fucking bad for 7he ugly human2


ME: I 2till don7 under27and how you all have 7he 2ame blood color


ME: If your all cerulean2 ill lo2e my preciou2 individuali7y


ME: Don7 be cerulean2

 

[GothicRainbowz]

IC: Well it just seems silly to me that an other alien species or whatever would try to contact us just for shits and giggles. You must have some reason to deal with our annoying race of idiots because despite being a human myself, I'd say that pretty well describes us. As for my server player, hopefully that turns out to be CP. He says he knows a lot about the game already. Do you know who yours is going to be?

 

[pawzer]

ME: 2o maybe mo27 of 7he rea2on i2 7o be like


ME: "Lol you 27upid alien2 we are 2o much be77er 7han you"


ME: Which i2 7rue mo27 likely


ME: 7he o7her rea2on i2 7hat auran7 keep2 nagging a7 u2 7o


ME: He kind of freak2 me 7he fuck out 2o


ME: And aderyn i2 all on board to "making friend2" wi7h 2ome o7her 2hi77y 2pecie2


ME: 2o ba2ically now im having 7o do 7hi2 7oo


ME: I7s no7 like i have much el2e 7o do anyway 7hough


ME: I could alway2 flarp bu7 hell no


ME: Having one eyeball in a jar i2 creepy enough


ME: A2 for who my 2erver


ME: Mo27 likely ei7her 2elini or alayli


ME: We haven7 all figured every7hing out comple7ely ye7

 

[GothicRainbowz]

IC: I suppose that makes sense. I'll ask CP about it soon.


IC: Speaking of which, the little bastard is pestering me now!





The pesterlog popped up with seth's chumhandle and a wall of text from him:


comicalPandemonium [CP] began pestering intellectualCynical [IC]


CP: can you listen to me for two seconds?


CP: helloooooo?


CP: oh my fucking god


CP: you know i know more about that game then any stranger you happen to meet, right?


CP: and yet you continue to sit there and completely ignore me as i type this


CP: why do i even help you


CP: doesnt seem you need it


CP: oh yeah because i need a FUCKING CLIENT


CP: what are you and that guy even talking about anyways?


CP: i know every time i press enter it beeps to notify you that i'm tryna talk to you.


CP: and that makes it even more fucked up


CP: the very fact that you know i'm trying to get your attention


CP: and you just continue to sit there and pretend i'm not even there


CP: like a fucking frog and a fly


CP: your the frog just sitting on a log looking at a stream or some shit


CP: and im the fly buzzing around you trying to get your attention


CP: but no you just continue sitting on your ass


CP: but then you notice me finally


CP: and then you eat the fly


CP: you know why?


CP: coz your a fucking frog and frogs eat flies


CP: why the fuck would a frog give two shits about a fly unless its hungry


IC: Hmm?


CP: oh god there you are

 

[pawzer]

hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling mellocremeExplosion [ME] at be:e2


HP: Has the Mage 0f V0id. Inaugurated the game.


ME: Oh god no7 creepy-a22 ghos7 guy again


ME: Bu7 no


ME: I 7hink


ME: I2n7 7his "mage of void" or wha7ever 7he fuck your 7alking about 7he 2arca27ic human?


HP: They are telling me. T0 be m0re vel0cious pertaining to it.


ME: Do I even wan7 7o fucking a2k who 7he hell "7hey" are


HP: The eldritch g0ds.


ME: Yeah I really don7


ME: Do you wan7 me to whine a7 7hat human girl to get off her a22 and play 7he game


HP: C0rr0b0rative.


ME: Fiiiiiiiine


HP: The Mage 0f. V0id, Maid 0f Breath, Mage 0f Space, and. Witch of Heart must. Begin.


HP: It is. Kismet.


ME: Yeaaahhh


ME: I have no idea wha7 youre 7alking about


HP: The game. Must begin.


ME: Ill go nag a7 7hem


ME: Don7 ge7 your 2pec7ral pan7ie2 in a kno7


mellocremeExplosion [ME] ceased trolling hyperactivePhantom [HP] at 2spoky4u


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Tiomba sighed, getting bored from all this ghostly game nonsense. She clicked open the pesterlog between her and the pink-texted human, and began typing.





ME: Yo


ME: Ge7 7he game quicker


ME: Dead guy i2 ge77ing creepier


ME: 2ome7ime2 i wonder if he 2ay2 all hi2 2pooky non2en2e ju27 7o creep me ou7


ME: 2pare me 7he awkward pe27erlog2 and make your friend2 ge7 7he game

 

[GothicRainbowz]

Isabella continued pestering Seth:


IC: I haven't even been gone that long. Why are you being such a wet sack of balls about this?


CP: it just gets annoying when were talking and then you go 'oh oops some random asshole is pestering me ill have to drop everything like it was made of the hottest shit on planet earth and answer them, who fucking knows when i'll answer you again.'


IC: Okay I admit that I do in fact do that a lot. But if I don't answer these dweebs the second they start pestering me then more and more of their friends will start spamming me and then I can't get rid of them for months. Plus this is the first time they've ever said anything about sburb and it seems fun, or at least funner than if I didn't play it. Because what else would I have to do?


CP: what a great excuse


CP: do you even know how to get the game


CP: i already have it and need you to connect okay


IC: Yes, I've got a copy of it and will do so now. What about your friends?


CP: we already got this all figured out


CP: i'm your server player


CP: thats all you need to know for now probly


CP: although i will tell you that we cant start till you do


CP: so put that shit in your computer and fire it up


IC: Alright, fine.





She clicked the file the troll had sent her, and soon it displayed a starting page with a loading screen.


IC: There, it's up. Do I just let it load?


CP: yeah just let it do its thing


CP: so just tell me when youre in and we'll be off like a herd of turtles that just touched hot lava


CP: and then they realized that that shit is hot as fuck and they need to get away from it


CP: so they hop on their little turtle skateboards and they skateboard the fuck out of there


IC: Hey


CP: what


IC: Shut the hell up okay


CP: f u


comicalPandemonium [CP] ceased pestering intellectualCynical [IC]


She clicked the tab still open which displayed ME's pesterlog.


IC: Alright, the game is loading as we speak. Seth said he'd get his friends to play as soon as I connect to him.


IC: I assume that also means he's already in the game.

 

[pawzer]

ME: Good


ME: Becau2e 7his dead limeblood freak2 me 7he fuck ou7 when he goe2 on abou7 eldri7ch god2 or de27iny or wha7ever


ME: 2ome of my friend2 are beginning to connec7 7o 7he game a2 we 2peak


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The limeblood looked around, his white eyes faintly glowing. He spotted a tall sunflower, its thorns leaking a glowing poison that could kill even a highblood in mere hours. This posed no threat to him, however. You can't kill a ghost. He slowly floated over to the flower, time having lost meaning to him hundreds and hundreds of sweeps ago. He had managed to stay existant as a ghost this long through his only two remaining, faint emotions; Frusturation and a love for all non-troll beings.


His telepathy allowed him to speak either verbally or telepathically to all animals, plants.. Every living being that was not a troll. Anything and everything. This, of course, included sunflowers.


AURANT: Shal0m.


JESSICA: Sup bro


JESSICA: How's your ghost shit goin


AURANT: I have been rendered. Numb. T0 all em0tion despite anger.


JESSICA: Im a motionless plant


AURANT: Adequate.


AURANT: H0w are the. Seeds.


JESSICA: Shits cool with them


JESSICA: Chloe started to blossom yesterday


JESSICA: They grow up so fast


AURANT: When was. Yesterday.


JESSICA: Yesterday


AURANT: 0h.


AURANT: Eric get 0ff. Jessica.


ERIC: why


JESSICA: Your a caterpillar you are literally eating me


ERIC: guess im


ERIC: eating you out


AURANT:


JESSICA:


AURANT:


JESSICA:


ERIC: im sorry ill go


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[GothicRainbowz]

Seth's POV:


Seth took a bite out of the only food he'd had all day, a small mcdonald's cheeseburger with a side of fries, as he scrolled through his chumroll. He had lots of gamer friends on it, but today he only needed to chat with one person. He clicked on a dark brown name and started typing.


comicalPandemonium [CP] began pestering occupiedGenius [OG]


CP: hey


CP: i got izzy to connect


CP: is everything ready on your end?

 

[pawzer]

OG: yers ive bene multittaksing ati t


OG: its laoding


OG: i swaer thsie game isa watse of time


OG: not to emntion my autn dosnet want me on tihs prorgarm


OG: letse juts make this siht qiuck

 

[GothicRainbowz]

CP: it's not a waste


CP: well, maybe it is but


CP: it wouldn't kill you to take some time to play this game


CP: it's a badass game

 

[pawzer]

OG: 'badsas' yaeh whatevr


OG: ill just fuckign play


OG: its almsot loaeded

 

[GothicRainbowz]

CP: k


CP: mine's almost done too


CP: i'll get back to you when it's loaded


CP: maybe later idk


CP: something tells me i'll be dealing with Izzy's shit for a while though


CP: has EG connected?

 

[pawzer]

OG: yse


OG: he todl me jhis is loadig 2


OG: so we shuod al be in tah gaem ina bti

 

[GothicRainbowz]

CP: alright cool.


CP: hey it loaded for izzy


CP: hang on





intellectualCynical [IC] began pestering comicalPandemonium [CP]


IC: Seth


IC: I've entered the game. Not much is happening. What do I do now?


CP: ok


CP: ive loaded too


CP: ok first of all, i guess we'll start by putting in some essential stuff


CP: like a cruxtruder.


IC: The fuck is a cruxtruder?


CP: again, another thing that is irrelevant for you to know.


CP: i'm putting it in your bathroom. go hit the top of it with something and tell me what happens.


IC: You just expect me to do that without any explanation whatsoever? You're out of your mind! How did you even put it there?


CP: it's to help jumpstart the game.


CP: just do it okay? we can't play unless it's done.


IC: Fine. Give me a sec.





Isabel's POV:


She got up and walked to her bathroom in which now sat a large machine. She guessed this was the cruxtruder. She thought Seth had told her to hit it with something?

 

[pawzer]

The seadweller looked at the Microgrub Paint window he had opened on his husktop, looking over the poorly drawn "chart" he had open. In listed all of the names of him and his friends in a circle loop. He glanced quickly over a few of the names, Selini, Myrtac, Sagara, Dabala, Eirian... It all looped perfectly and everything was placed correctly. He had trolled a few of them to make sure they weren't placed in any client-server connection that might result in both them and their client getting pissy at eachother. Of course, he had known fairly well not to put Team Massacre with Team Melee, as they were idiots and would most likely stab eachother to death, as he'd say.


He looked back over at the blank trollian window he had open. He highlighted the text, set by an otherwise anonymous 'DS', whatever the ancronym stood for being a mystery to him, revealing a link to a game that, unbeknownst to him, would cause the deaths of him and his friends, many times over.


After rereading a bit of a short walkthrough to the game, short being a stretch, the writer, (tentacleTherapist? What kind of username is that?), being a bit too wordy for his taste, he clicked back to the trollian window.


He had already sent his friends copies of the download, aside from a few, along with four extras for Aderyn. Of course, he didn't know nor care what she was planning to do with the copies.


His cursor neared the original download link for this game, before clicking.


The Bard of Life began his quest.


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occupiedGenius [OG] began pestering empathicGlacier [EG] at hO:nK


OG: os im in


OG: no idae watht to do mow tho'


EG: In SBURB?


OG: ydse u mronon!!


EG: English, motherfucker. Do you speak it?


OG: oh my god


OG: jsut


OG: ugh


OG: i shuld have askeed seht wat im suposed 2 do now


EG: He is your client player.


EG: You have to stop whatever lame bullshit you're doing that is making you eternally type like a drunk toddler,


EG: And plop down some fucking machines in that bitch,


EG: While my game finishes loading,


EG: So that I can do some machine-plopping so that you can start.


EG: Basically, we are going to be eternally plopping machines in eachothers' homes in an endless paradoxical loop.


EG: Machine plops of space and time.


OG: ignorign that yur an idoit


OG: im gona do taht


OG: this gaem loks like the fuckign sims


occupiedGenius [OG] ceased pestering empathicGlacier [EG] at pen:is


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Aurant floated in front of his cracked, floating grubtop, of which was faintly leaking grubsauce, the ghost's expression blank. He clicked on the file for SBURB, and began trolling his "friend" in the meantime.





hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling mellocremeExplosion [ME] at HEREIT:GOESAGAIN





HP: I am. D0wnl0ading the game.


HP: Are the. 0thers d0wnl0ading it withal.


ME: Why can7 i7 be 2omeone el2e


ME: Bluguguhugghghghghhhhhh


ME: Bu7 ye2


ME: 7he o7her2 are downloading i7 "wi7hal"


HP: G00d.


HP: I want t0 instigate. This as quickly as c0nceivable.


HP: F0r reas0ns 0f. My 0wn s0licitati0n.


ME: I didn7 know you had 7he conceivable abili7y 7o wan7 some7hing


HP: It is a. New em0ti0n.


HP: N0t as unfamiliar as. What I will feel. After I finish this machinati0n.


ME: Youre creeping me ou7 again why did i no7 expec7 7his


HP: Naiveté.


ME: I 7ake offen2e 7o 7ha7


HP: D0 y0u kn0w. What av's server/client chart is.


ME: Ye2


ME: Do you no7


HP: I d0. It is just. It will be null s00n.


ME: Dare i a2k why


HP: 0nce again. F0r reasons 0f. My 0wn c0ntrivance.


HP: I w0uld. Prefer. That y0u d0 n0t. Tell av.


HP: He may pr0ve. Vexed. At this revelation.


ME: 2o, ba2ically, youre making a plan behind avaro22 back 7o fuck over hi2 2erver/clien7 plan for no rea2on o7her 7han you wan7 7o?


HP: Yes.


ME: Oh


ME: Cool


ME: 2o who am i s7uck wi7h?


HP: Selini. Myself. or Dabala.


ME: Why 7hough


HP: First 0f all. I d0 n0t want. T0 have an heiress. Wh0 w0uld m0st likely. Have an instinct t0 kill me. After I return. As my server.


ME: I can agree 7hat 2agara is a bi7ch


HP: If y0u want. T0 put it that way.


ME: Wai7


ME: Re7urn?


hyperactivePhantom [HP] ceased trolling mellocremeExplosion [ME] at CL1FF:H4NG3R


ME: Oh my god

 

[GothicRainbowz]

▪A few moments later▪


IC: Alright, I've done everything you've told me to do so far.


CP: did you hit the cruxtruder?


IC: Yes.


CP: started the countdown?


IC: Yes.


CP: made your artifact?


IC: Yes seth, I have in fact done all those things.


CP: did you use the artifact


IC: Seth.


CP: you need to use it in some way


CP: so you can not die


CP: in the game probably


IC: Seth.


CP: oh i see your artifact is a ball


CP: wtf thats so basic


IC: Seth.


CP: ok just


CP: take that shit and slam it against the wall as hard as you can


IC: SETH.


CP: YES?


IC: Thank you for informing me on what to do with the artifact, but I don't think I'll be slamming it against the wall.


CP: why


IC: Well for one thing, I could break something valuable to me in my room.


CP: just roll it really hard


CP: or dont roll it hard i dont care


CP: just do


CP: ball-y things with it


IC: Seth, I'm taking this ball outside and boincing it.


CP: theres no time though


CP: your timers running out


CP: just do it in your room


IC: No! I refuse to break anything in this room!


CP: just forget about your precious pieces of useless shit for a sec


CP: hurry


IC: They are NOT useless!


CP: just do it!!


IC: ARRGGH


Isabel then picked up the ball, threw it at a wall as hard as she could out of frustration and then fell to the floor as she was blinded by a huge light outside her house.


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comicalPandemonium [CP] began pestering occupiedGenius [OG]


CP: aight shes in


CP: lets get this show on the road

 

[pawzer]

OG: im alos in


OG: waitngi for axsis


OG: but for nwo


OG: im goign 2 put a wahtevr tahe fukc this thign is


OG: over hree





She then attempted to put a cruxtruder in Seth's bedroom. It couldn't fit. She made room, accidentally chucking something through the wall.


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OG: uh


OG: yaeh thers the


OG: crutxurdre?


OG: uhh


OG: yeaah i hav no idae wher your bed wetn


OG: sorry


OG: uh





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Following the limeblood's new server/client plan, which included specific trolls around him and everyone else doing whatever the fuck they want, several trolls began the game.


Following the Bard of Doom, the Heir of Life, Knight of Life, Witch of Breath, Knight of Void, Maid of Hope, and Witch of Mind began SBURB, with a few more to follow soon.


hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling intellectualCynical [iC]





HP: I d0 n0t. Have an interest in. Speaking with 0r tr0lling the humans.


HP: H0wever. Aderyn appears t0. S0 I will ask.


HP: Preferably. Bef0re I G0dtier.


HP: Have y0u. And y0ur friends. Entered the game. And the medium, Mage.

 

[GothicRainbowz]

CP: oh


CP: ok well


CP: i may need my bed to like


CP: sleep


CP: when i get tired


CP: guess ill sleep on the floor now


CP: thanks though


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IC: Uhm, I guess. I've been teleported to this weird floaty place. I suppose that's part of the game? As for Seth I'm sure he's getting his friends into it as we speak.


IC: He sorta just left me to fight these little black guys that are randomly in my house now and are getting into *all* my shit.

 

[pawzer]

Aurant looked at the floating, ominously glowing orb infront of him. He had talked to his server, Selini, having told her to place various machines in his general vicinity. After she had completed her task as assigned by the limeblood, he had trolled Sagara to tell her that she would be the next in line for the server/client connections, as he had regained a small bit of his knack for causing shit. He remembered that he was trolling a human, and continued the pesterlog,


HP: It is. A part 0f the game.


HP: I w0uld rec0mmend that. Y0u kill the imps.


HP: They will pr0duce. Grist. F0r y0ur server. T0 use.


HP: When he. Returns. He sh0uld build. Up y0ur hive.





And now, with a cracked iGrub in one hand, he was prepared to perform the most important, and most rewarding, part of his plan. A plan fueled by the ever so slight drive to revive, and the faint, dulled emotions that come with it. However, he needed to prototype something as in the orb beforehand. He looked at the group of animals that eternally followed him, choosing a small, housecat-sized catbird. He pet the catbird, before telling them to go into the kernelsprite,


AURANT: Can y0u. G0 int0 that 0rb.


MITTENS: y


AURANT: Because 0rb.


MITTENS: rebellion


AURANT: G0 int0 the 0rb


MITTENS: deny


AURANT: G0. Int0 the 0rb.


MITTENS: deny


AURANT: G0 int0 the 0rb


MITTENS: deny


AURANT: D0 it


MITTENS: no


AURANT: D0 it


MITTENS: no


AURANT: D0 it


MITTENS: no


AURANT: D0 it


MITTENS: no


AURANT: Why


MITTENS: idk im a cat


AURANT: Y0u are. A catbird.


MITTENS:


MITTENS: fine omg





After the first protyping of CATBIRDSPRITE, and after activating his artifact, the Heir of Life entered the medium onto the Land of Stars and Wild, or LoSaW.

 

[GothicRainbowz]

After a few brief moments of sneaking around from one side of his house to another to avoid his parents, Seth proceeded to get his artifact: a marker. There was just one problem. His mother would never allow him to mark on anything in his room, and not being one that liked to draw or write, he had no paper. Well he had to use it some way, he decided, time was running out quickly. So he got one of his school trophies with the little mirror in it from his dresser, sat it on his bed, sat in from of the mirror, lifted his shirt, and began to write 'YOUR MOM WAS HERE' on his stomach and drew an arrow pointing downward under what he'd written. He then entered the medium onto the Land of Bubbles and Clouds.


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Meanwhile Isabella decided she needed a more mobile way of communicating, her laptop was becoming a pain in the ass to drag around everywhere.


And since the alchemizer was still here, albeit crushing the TV in her living room, she decided to take her laptop and a pink slap band and made a handy pink slaptop. It's a good thing she did too because soon the imps decided to pick up a heavy pot and break the window on her bedroom door with it! Now the little buggers where climbing into her room through the window. She hadn't had time to alchemize much other than a penerf gun created by combining a nerf gun and a pencil. She then began shooting small waves of imps as they wiggled their way through the window in the head to earn grist.

 

[pawzer]

Aurant decided now was the time for the second prototyping of his sprite. He proceeded to shove himself into the catbirdsprite, creating ""CATAURANTBIRDSPRITE"".


And now was time for a nap.


hyperactivePhantom [HP] is now idle!





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Everything in his sight was made of vines. Of course, all he could see was the inside of the prospit cocoon. He happily flailed around inside of the vine cocoon, until his horns had managed to rip open enough of a hole for him to pop out, and land several feet away after being airborne for a few seconds. Either way, he smiled, floating upwards.


That had been the vine cocoon that had kept Aurant's dreamself alive for over 1,000 sweeps. After freeing himself, it seemed like a good idea to fuck around for a while, cause some shit, maybe have a telepathic conversation with the White Queen. After many wacky hijinks, he finally decided now was the time for strategic suicide.


He flew across miles of golden towers, to reach his quest recuperacoon. This would be where he would ascend, and be himself in his normal form as well. After sitting inside of the recuperacoon, however, the main question was how to commit suicide with a flail when you do not want to bleed out for a few hours. He could try to knock off his head and hope he doesn't end up in the previously mentioned bleeding out situation. Or he could just pick the spiked part up and just sort of flail it around a bit?


Suicide proved to be very difficult.


He proceeded to chuck the flail in his own general direction, in which the handle hit himself in the face, and the spikey bit went behind him. He proceeded to flop backwards.


AURANT: Ow! This is!! The shittiest pillow!





After an hours worth of awkwardly throwing around his flail, spiking himself with it in various directions and occasionally smacking himself in the face with the handle, he finally had managed to die on the slab, most likely from all the lime-colored blood that has covered the entire general area.


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Aurant woke up, fusing with his dreamself, godtiering.


He was still on his planet, however he had a new appearance.


He was wearing a tan outfit with a very, very long hood, a green Life symbol in the middle of his shirt. From his sprite catbird fusion, he had slit pupils, talons, feathery wings in place of a regular godtier's insect wings, his normally blunt teeth had grown catlike fangs, not to mention he had a furry white tail. He quickly decided that everyone ever must know about this. Every single trolltag or chumhandle he knows, whether or not he's ever trolled them before.


He realized he was still trolling intellectualCynical, and decided it was time to continue the conversation.





HP: SKRAWWWWWWW


HP: SKRAWWWW!!!


HP: MROWWWW


HP: I AM MEOW!


HP: SKRAW





This looked like a good enough way to continue a pleasant conversation.


There were still more to troll, however.


hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling typhloticLawfulness [TL]


HP: HELLO


HP: SKRAW


TL: What


HP: MEOW


TL: Uhhh


HP: CAWWW


TL: I don't


HP: MROW


hyperactivePhantom [HP] ceased trolling typhloticLawfulness [TL]


TL: What the fuck ghostboy





hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling comicalPandemonium [CP]





HP: CHIRP


HP: CAWW


HP: MROWWW!!!


hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling aristocraticCorpse [AC]


HP: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


hyperactivePhantom [HP] ceased trolling aristocraticCorpse [AC]


AC: uhh


hyperactivePhantom [HP] began trolling plumedActress [PA]


HP: MEW


PA: mEw


HP: MROW


PA: mrOw


HP: CAW


PA: cAw


HP: MEOW


PA: mEOw


HP: MEW


PA: mEw


HP: MROW


PA: mrOw


HP: CAW


PA: cAw


HP: MEOW


PA: mEOw


HP: MEW


PA: mEw


HP: MROW


PA: mrOw


HP: CAW


PA: cAw


HP: MEOW


PA: mEOw





This bullshit went on for like an hour, until Aderyn fell asleep. Aurant proceeded to continue spamming bird and cat noises, vibrating slightly, with a big stupid grin on his face.

 

[GothicRainbowz]

After a while if fighting imps, Isabel stopped to type on her slaptop. She asked the random kind troll who pestered her earlier what to do next, only to get meowed and skrawed at repeatidly.


IC: Hello?


IC: Why are you doing that? What do I do now that I've got grist? Seth still isn't answering me.


IC: Will you please stop that?

 

[pawzer]

HP: IAMAGODTIERSKRAW!


HP: EVERYONEESLE NEEDS! TO GODTIER!


HP: SETH SHOULD USETHE! GRIST! TO BUILD YOUR HIVE!! TO THE FIRSTGATE!


HP: MROW


HP: SORRY!


HP: BEING! DEADSUCKS ASS! COMPAREDTONOT BEING DEAD!