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Fandom Homestuck: Another Fan Session(OPEN)

==> Converse





As you converse with your allies, you hear the sound of a cur pulling out of the driveway. It would seem your father and sister have left the building. After all, she has dance at this time every day.

(continued)


AE: What.


AE: That doesn't make any sense.



AE: Does he have a webcam or something?



AE: Anyways.. I think we need to link a host to a client so what's our plan.



AE: So far it seems to be: Sorias ==> Matt



AR: hey guys


AR: meteors are falling



AR: we sorta doomed the world



AR: so we should start this game



AR: right now


AR: if you don't believe me go look outside or like


AR: look at the news


--
oneiricMahonia [OM] is no longer Idle --





OM: Alo, everyone. I am in need of someone with whom to make a connection.


OM: In the meteor-avoidance sense of the word.


AR: im ready


AR: so wait the connections would be like



AR: Opal > Sorias > Matt > Lilia > Opal then



AE: Sure.


AE: The client is ready but the host is taking it's sweet time.



AE: Does this mean Matt should connect to me..?



AE: It says I need someone to do so.



AE: And don't worry Opal, the host is at 89%



==> Answer Second Chum





AE: Nice.


AE: It's kinda long though.


AE: I'll give it a read while I install the game.



AR: hey lilia how's your installation going


AR: it'd be good to probably start this game as soon as possible



AR: just trust me on this


AE: I just started both installations, but the host seems to be going a lot faster than the client.


AE: It's been a couple minutes and they're at 20% and 11% respectively.



AE: And.. Why is it so important to start the game sooner?



AE: Does Matt have to stream his game at a specific time?



AR: alright but you may not believe me


AR: im uh



AR: sorta controlling his house in a sense



AR: im putting down giant machines



AR: flinging furniture around



AR: it's like the sims but in real life sorta



AR: then theres the issue of us screwing up the planet



AE: Exciting.


AE: Kind of like one of my campaigns.


AE: But.. Does anything actually die?


AE: This might be terrifying.


AE: The stuff with the house is really cool though, I hope Matt will connect to me soon.
 
==> Answer first chum.

(continued)


AE: Exciting.


AE: Kind of like one of my campaigns.


AE: But.. Does anything actually die?


AE: This might be terrifying.


AE: The stuff with the house is really cool though, I hope Matt will connect to me soon.


AR: well uh


AR: the thing is


AR: i think everybody but us is going to die



AR: ill just leave you alone to let that sink in



AR: i think there's even more but



AR: somebody will probably contact you



AR: a group of people are playing this game too and seem to know what's happening
 
===>





(cont'd)


AR: that's actually


AR: really deep and cool


AR: ill list off the names



AR: lilia is light purple, im the green one, matt is blue, and opal is red



AR: but wait



AR: does that mean like each one of your friends



AR: are pestering each one of my friends?



AR: are you like the god of THIS world then



AR: that's really nice of you to help us either way though



AW: < aw >


AW: < ur such a sweetie >



AW: < but no >



AW: < we fucked up >



AW: < we were almost your gods >



AW: < like we really fucked up >



AW: < like super close to being a god and we fucked up >



AW: < an inch from the door >



AW: < yet here we are >



AW: < but yeah pals of mine are gonna be messin with you and your friends >



AW: < feel free to come to me if they're fuckin with u >



AW: < i'll beat some sense into em >



AW: < how old are yall anyway >
 
==> Pester Chum.

AR: that's actually


AR: really deep and cool


AR: ill list off the names


AR: lilia is light purple, im the green one, matt is blue, and opal is red


AR: but wait


AR: does that mean like each one of your friends


AR: are pestering each one of my friends?


AR: are you like the god of THIS world then


AR: that's really nice of you to help us either way though


AW: < aw >


AW: < ur such a sweetie >



AW: < but no >



AW: < we fucked up >



AW: < we were almost your gods >



AW: < like we really fucked up >



AW: < like super close to being a god and we fucked up >



AW: < an inch from the door >



AW: < yet here we are >



AW: < but yeah pals of mine are gonna be messin with you and your friends >



AW: < feel free to come to me if they're fuckin with u >



AW: < i'll beat some sense into em >



AW: < how old are yall anyway >



AR: oh uh thank you i guess


AR: so wait your like



AR: almost gods which are still awesome



AR: and we're all 15 last time i checked


AR: how about you???


==> Notice Charles.


You notice Charles. He has finished with his duties. What shall you do with a servant who would die for you in a crisis? You know exactly what.


You order Charles to fetch you some cheesecake.
 
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===>

AR: that's actually


AR: really deep and cool


AR: ill list off the names


AR: lilia is light purple, im the green one, matt is blue, and opal is red


AR: but wait


AR: does that mean like each one of your friends


AR: are pestering each one of my friends?


AR: are you like the god of THIS world then


AR: that's really nice of you to help us either way though


AW: < aw >


AW: < ur such a sweetie >



AW: < but no >



AW: < we fucked up >



AW: < we were almost your gods >



AW: < like we really fucked up >



AW: < like super close to being a god and we fucked up >



AW: < an inch from the door >



AW: < yet here we are >



AW: < but yeah pals of mine are gonna be messin with you and your friends >



AW: < feel free to come to me if they're fuckin with u >



AW: < i'll beat some sense into em >



AW: < how old are yall anyway >



AR: oh uh thank you i guess


AR: so wait your like



AR: almost gods which are still awesome



AR: and we're all 15 last time i checked


AR: how about you???


AW: < woah >


AW: < wow >


AW: < hm >


AW: < okay >


AW: < that's really >


AW: < hm >


AW: < I'm 7 >
 
==> Pester chum whilst waiting for cheesecake.




AR: oh uh thank you i guess


AR: so wait your like



AR: almost gods which are still awesome



AR: and we're all 15 last time i checked


AR: how about you???


AW: < woah >


AW: < wow >


AW: < hm >


AW: < okay >


AW: < that's really >


AW: < hm >


AW: < I'm 7 >


AR: woah woah woah


AR: don't try and pull my leg here



AR: i think it takes more than



AR: 2555 days to survive the
apocalypse


AR: or uh 7 trips around the sun



AR: or 84 months.



AR: because i doubt that's really humanly possible for a human
 
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===>





AW: < woah >


AW: < wow >


AW: < hm >


AW: < okay >


AW: < that's really >


AW: < hm >


AW: < I'm 7 >


AR: woah woah woah


AR: don't try and pull my leg here



AR: i think it takes more than



AR: 2555 days to survive the
apocalypse


AR: or uh 7 trips around the sun



AR: or 84 months.



AR: because i doubt that's really humanly possible for a human



AW: < well let's not make assumptions here >


AW: < I am not a human, yah silly human kid >



AW: < I'm a troll >
 
==> Consume delicious cheesecake.


You would, but by chance, a mini-earthquake has flung it onto the ground. Curses.


==> Yell at neighbors outside window.


That's stupid. You go check outside anyways. You find that a freshly-made hole is down the street. That's a signal that you should probably go and get this game started.


==> Pester first chum.





AR: oh uh thank you i guess


AR: so wait your like



AR: almost gods which are still awesome



AR: and we're all 15 last time i checked


AR: how about you???



AW: < woah >


AW: < wow >



AW: < hm >



AW: < okay >



AW: < that's really >



AW: < hm >



AW: < I'm 7 >



AR: woah woah woah


AR: don't try and pull my leg here



AR: i think it takes more than



AR: 2555 days to survive the
apocalypse


AR: or uh 7 trips around the sun



AR: or 84 months.



AR: because i doubt that's really humanly possible for a human



AW: < well let's not make assumptions here >


AW: < I am not a human, yah silly human kid >



AW: < I'm a troll >



AR: oh.


AR: are we talking like the mythological species of troll, or...???



AR: we'll talk about it later on



AR: well ill give a brief explanation about our aging system because of



AR: the differences it looks like in our aging system



AR: our planet revolves around the sun, with it going around in a circle



AR: we measure when the planet has rotated around the sun in a full circle as one year; one year is measured by 12 months; 1 month is made up of about 4 weeks; 4 weeks is made out of 7 days, 1 day is made out of 24 hours, 1 hour is made out of 60 minutes, 1 minute is made out of seconds.



AR: sorta confusing now that i look at it myself.
 
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===>





AW: < well let's not make assumptions here >


AW: < I am not a human, yah silly human kid >



AW: < I'm a troll >



AR: oh.


AR: are we talking like the mythological species of troll, or...???



AR: we'll talk about it later on



AR: well ill give a brief explanation about our aging system because of



AR: the differences it looks like in our aging system



AR: our planet revolves around the sun, with it going around in a circle



AR: we measure when the planet has rotated around the sun in a full circle as one year; one year is measured by 12 months; 1 month is made up of about 4 weeks; 4 weeks is made out of 7 days, 1 day is made out of 24 hours, 1 hour is made out of 60 minutes, 1 minute is made out of seconds.



AR: sorta confusing now that i look at it myself.



AW: < that whole thing about age sounds really fake >


AW: < but getting back to real things>



AW: < I am purrtainly not mythological >



AW: < *certainly >



AW: < I'm p sure I'm real >



@Zalarx
 
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===>





You smirk a little bit. Important? By whose definition? Certainly not yours.

and [OM]"]


-- vascularLock [VL]began pestering oneiricMahonia [OM] --


VL: u, human.


VL: i guess we r supposed to talk or something.


VL: at least that is what AC said.


VL: if she lied to me i will


VL: well that is unimportant.


VL: greetings human. u r playing the game, correct?


OM: I don't think I've had the pleasure.


OM: In the I-don't-know-you sense of the word.



OM: Why are you calling me human as if it were a label? Are you part of one of those -kin groups I've heard so much about?



VL: what else am i supposed to call u then?


VL: i swear when i talk to the others again...



VL: ...



VL: i have no idea what in the living gods name u r talking about with those kin things, but i am very likely NOT.



VL: regardless of who i am, my talking to u is important.



OM: So what IS it you want to talk to me about, very-likely-not-a-human?


OM: I am not currently playing any games, to answer your earlier question.



OM: Is this some sort of advertisement for a videogame? Am I being recorded?



OM: If so, I want to thank my real parents for this great opportunity. Their absenteeism was essential to my development as a well-rounded individual.



OM: See, if I had any supervision and/or guidance I wouldn't be talking with a stranger.
 
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Nerida Nyneve




Oh great, another one of those trolls.

Lets see if it has a name ==>


ENTER NAME ==>





ANNOYING RICH FISH GIRL ?




The Annoying Rich Fish Girl narrows her eyes at the name, arms crossed.


RE-ENTER NAME ==>

NERIDA NYNEVE ?




Your name is indeed Nerida Nyneve and you are a Coral blooded sea dweller, royalty to be exact. But you never cared for that. You thought it was utterly stupid, the hemospectrum, the whole "You're going to be Empress" stuff.


But none of that stuff matters now, and you're GLAD.


You love ART, LEGOS, every MOVIE created in existence, and WEIRD LOOKING BEASTS.

You also obsess over GREEK MYTHOLOGY but shhh, no need to tell everyone that.

Go stroke the bust of Posidean ==>




Your hand nears the marble head of your favorite Greek God, hesitantly poking his nose.

You also, weirdly, have a love for MARBLE BUSTS.

Go pester/troll your friends ==>




You dont have any friends. Well, except for some contacts on pesterchum...

Oh wait! You're moirail! You're loyal, prickly moirail whom you "love" <> so much.


Troll your sea urchin of a moirail ==>






no slide no slide
SV and SS
--sirenVagabond [SV] began trolling submergedSubconsious [SS]--


SV: Hello my dearest moirail! ^u^


SV: How are you holding up? :3



Be the other guy ==>


Wait, who's the other guy-



JUST ==>


DO ==>


IT ==>




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Vlioli Ivaenk




You are now the other guy ==>


Your name is VLIOLI IVAENK and you are currently adventuring about your land, dodging traps that some of the beasts that habitat here set about.



A smirk spread across your face, eyes glinting softly as you spot the rope hanging about you precariously.


You take a few steps back and whip out your heavily alchemized axe, launching it at the rope.

The blade of the axe easily sliced through the rope, a bunch of rusty blades falling from a bucket and jutting out of the grassy area you were once standing.

You scrunched your nose as you noted the silver bucket, but couldn't but to let a laugh escape your lips as you spotted out the trap.

Might as well treat myself




You sat down on a nearby stump and gulped down a bunch of "gushers" that you alchemized.


Whilst doing so, you pulled out your portable husktop, checking up on pesterchum.



Message, EVERYBODY ==>


You thought it'd be too time consuming to message each indivually...



Group message time.







no slide
MG,VL,AC,AW,SV,SS
--menagerieExploit[MG] began trolling vascularLock[VL],agressivelyChummy[AC],attentiveWhiskers[AW],sirenVagabond[SV],submergedSubconsious[SS]--


MG: Sup all---


MG: Why not make a group chat since we haven-t really talked that much since we got in the game-



MG: Anyways- yeah- Hi- How are you guys doing?
 
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Jatiya-- Wait a second, where are you anyway? ===>


You take a moment to examine your surroundings. You are currently on the land known as the LAND OF SAND AND SHATTERING, or LOSAS, for short. This is your land that was made for you. And it's full of sand and glass. How exciting. You've been laying in the middle of a desert for who knows how long. Is time even real? Does anyone know? There's some villages nearby with pretty weird consorts, but you don't really associate with them. You sit around bored and waiting, Suddenly, it seems that you've been added to a memo.



===> Jatiya: Respond to memo.


Well, since your human friend seems to be taking their time, you decide to answer your troll companions.






MG: Anyways- yeah- Hi- How are you guys doing?


AW: < sup >


AW: < I'm talking to the cute human kid >



AW: < LOSAS update: >



AW: < there's still sand everywhere >



AW: < what about you guys? >


 

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==> Try to be Butler.


Stop this.


==> TRY HARDER.



No.


==> BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND TRY EVEN HARDER!!!



You cannot, so stop believing in yourself.*


*unless you happen to be Naruto


==> Be Sorias.


You go back to be Sorias. You are currently sleeping on your bed again. Sleep is just so nice, you know? You can never get enough of it.
 
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You sit down and put the game in the old console following the instructions of stranger. It doesn't work


=======> Reset


It doesn't work


=======> Reset


Still not working. Damn cartridge. Time to use the ancient magic of game engineering to fix anything in the world


=======> Blow into the cartridge


TADAAA!! It works...


The game is a disgusting 8-Bit atrosity where you play as ET. Wh-What is this. Unacceptable.


Matt tries to play the game but the poor gameplay, objectives, programming, and with no plot. Wh-Why does this exist?!?!


=======> SMASH THE DAMN CARTRIDGE


You take the cartridge and smash it to bits using the blunt handle of your blade. This may cause your doom but nothing's worth playing that game again. As you do this a big boom occurs.


=======> Enter the medium


It seems smashing games as bad as that is the main purpose of said games existense
 
==> Wake up from large boom sounds from computer.


You awake from your lucid dream once again. You can never seem to get far anywhere in it.


==> Check computer.



You decide to go and check the computer. What in the world could cause such a large sound in there? Wait. You think of 20 things on your computer that does. Let's go check anyways.


==> Check on Mat.


You figure it's a good idea to go and- Wait. Where the hell is he? Sure, his house seems the same, but his surroundings are entirely different. How did he get there?


==> Contact Chum again.


AW: < that whole thing about age sounds really fake >


AW: < but getting back to real things>



AW: < I am purrtainly not mythological >



AW: < *certainly >



AW: < I'm p sure I'm real >



AR: alright.


AR: 1: im not joking or making that age thing up



AR: 2: matt is now somewhere completely else



AR: i mean i was sleeping so i have no idea what happened but



AR: i wouldn't even surprised if he wasn't on earth anymore.
 
===> Talk To Your Human Pal Again.


You hop the smallest of small bits into his future to when he wakes up and recieve his messages. You happily continue your conversation.

AR: alright.


AR: 1: im not joking or making that age thing up


AR: 2: matt is now somewhere completely else



AR: i mean i was sleeping so i have no idea what happened but



AR: i wouldn't even surprised if he wasn't on earth anymore.



AW: < 1: Oh I'm sure mhmm totally real not at all a dumb lie or somethin >


AW: < I'll forgive your weird complicated lying this once but only because you're my fav .
;) >


AW: < and your pal has probably entered their medium >



AW: < it's like a land where you have to do quests or some shit like that to make your god powers like super cool >



AW: < go god tier >



AW: < btw you have a medium too >



AW: < you just gotta get there >
 
Matt looks out his window....where is he? He hears his dad scream. Matt rushes to the living room. He sees his dad being attacked by what looks like an imp. Matt equips his BladeKind and strifes with the imp.


Damn the weapon is so heavy but whatever, if Cloud can do it so can Matt. Matt attempts to slice the imp eventually getting a nice cut down the middle making the imp burst into little weird shapes, grists. His dad looks at Matt quite upset. Matt runs from his dad and decides to contact his friends and the stranger in an attempt to figure this shiz out

(continued)


AE: What.


AE: That doesn't make any sense.



AE: Does he have a webcam or something?



AE: Anyways.. I think we need to link a host to a client so what's our plan.



AE: So far it seems to be: Sorias ==> Matt



AR: hey guys


AR: meteors are falling



AR: we sorta doomed the world



AR: so we should start this game



AR: right now


AR: if you don't believe me go look outside or like


AR: look at the news


--
oneiricMahonia [OM] is no longer Idle --





OM: Alo, everyone. I am in need of someone with whom to make a connection.



OM: In the meteor-avoidance sense of the word.



AR: im ready


AR: so wait the connections would be like



AR: Opal > Sorias > Matt > Lilia > Opal then



AE: Sure.


AE: The client is ready but the host is taking it's sweet time.



AE: Does this mean Matt should connect to me..?



AE: It says I need someone to do so.



AE: And don't worry Opal, the host is at 89%



PH: Uh hey guys..


PH: I dunno where I am



PH: but yeah Lilia I'll attempt to connect to you



PH: what is this game....?







PH: Ok I did that stuff


PH: I also put it in the Alchemiter thing because it looked like it'd fit



PH: I got a bad video game



PH: How is this supposed to help me???



AC:+yea dont think i can help you much for this one-


AC:+a lot of our artifacts we just had to break or something-


AC:+well except for VL-


AC: +and maybe someone else-


AC:-whatever+


AC:+maybe just try beating it or something-


PH: Ok i tried to play but i ended up smashing it


PH: The game doesn't deserve to exist



PH: I'm in a weird place now?



PH: There was a little guy that I ... killed?



PH: What's going on?
 
You stare at your computer for a moment, waiting for the game to finish updating. 93%. You're getting close, if nothing else. The Sburb game is taking it's sweet time, and it seems to be slowing down.. You start thinking of your next game, which is supposed to be in two days. Before you work on it though, you should most likely reply to your friends.


==> Chat.




(continued)


AE: Exciting.


AE: Kind of like one of my campaigns.


AE: But.. Does anything actually die?


AE: This might be terrifying.


AE: The stuff with the house is really cool though, I hope Matt will connect to me soon.


AR: well uh


AR: the thing is


AR: i think everybody but us is going to die



AR: ill just leave you alone to let that sink in



AR: i think there's even more but



AR: somebody will probably contact you



AR: a group of people are playing this game too and seem to know what's happening



AE: Are the other players the admins?


AE: And don't worry about it, that makes them NPCs.



AE: Hahaha..



AE:



AE: Fuck.



AE: That wasn't funny at all.



==> Continue chatting.






(continued)


-- oneiricMahonia [OM] is no longer Idle --





OM: Alo, everyone. I am in need of someone with whom to make a connection.



OM: In the meteor-avoidance sense of the word.



AR: im ready


AR: so wait the connections would be like



AR: Opal > Sorias > Matt > Lilia > Opal then



AE: Sure.


AE: The client is ready but the host is taking it's sweet time.



AE: Does this mean Matt should connect to me..?



AE: It says I need someone to do so.



AE: And don't worry Opal, the host is at 89%



PH: Uh hey guys..


PH: I dunno where I am



PH: but yeah Lilia I'll attempt to connect to you



PH: what is this game....?



AE: I'll be here.


AE: Take your time.



==> Read Monster Manual


A detailed book containing information and strategies for all kinds of dangerous monsters. Just what your players need. You make note of a few that stand out to you but decide to properly look through it at another time.


==> Speed up the computer


How are you supposed to do this? Hitting the computer doesn't make it faster, you know.
 
Matt attempts to make a connection to Lilia's client.......


======> Connect to other Chum


On your screen is a girl who you assume is Lilia in what you assume is her room. You see the items Sorias deployed in your house


You put the Alchemiter in her livingroom and the totem lathe in her room with the Pre-Punched Designix next to it. You place the Cruxtruder in the kitchen which takes up a lot of space in her kitchen.


==> Chat.




(continued)


PH: Yo


PH: I deployed a bunch of shit



PH: I suppose you saw and heard that thing in your room that just appeared with the card next to it



PH: hehe



PH: You also have to open that cruxtruder thing and throw something in the orb to make a sprite



Matt walks around his house finding some imps. Matt kills them one by one slowly. LEVEL UP. Matt goes up 1 on the huge echeladder. This is going to take a while to get max'd. Matt walks into his dad's drawing room to find his dad casually drawing. Matt looks at the huge wooden figurine his dad has. He touches the figurine fascinated. It falls and hits CartridgeSprite


*NOISES*


Matt looks up at the wooden Vinny wearing his signature red hat and blue overalls. "It's a me-a-Vinny!!!"


Vinnysprite
 
==> Receive Connection


The moment Matt connects with you a bunch of noise can be heard from the floor below. ..And a large machine appears in your room. What the hell.

(continued)


PH: Yo


PH: I deployed a bunch of shit



PH: I suppose you saw and heard that thing in your room that just appeared with the card next to it



PH: hehe



PH: You also have to open that cruxtruder thing and throw something in the orb to make a sprite



AE: What is a cruxtruder?


AE: Oh god, Sorias wasn't kidding.



AE: We can actually die.



AE: I'll be right back- I have to call my dad.



==> Call Dad


You pick up your tablet and attempt to call your dad. The phone rings..


==> Stuff your head in a blanket


Usually you're more composed than this, but everyone has their moments. Dad doesn't pick up. After a few moments you calm down and go to examine the machine and card in your room. There appears to be a slot for a card, (Which you assume is the one beside you) and a material. ..Theoretically this would be some kind of crafting or enchanting system if you guessed right, but you know that you can't craft shit with just a recipe.


==> Captchalogue Card and go see the other machine.



You obtain the card! On it, there appears to be a twenty sided die. You notice some holes in it. Weird. Going downstairs, you find yourself in the kitchen where a MASSIVE square thing blocks the way to the basement. Hey, at least one good thing came out of this. It seems to be able to open, and has a valve on it.


==> Use the Valve.


Ironically, the valve is stuck. Why have a valve that doesn't work?


==> Call for help









(continued)


PH: Yo


PH: I deployed a bunch of shit



PH: I suppose you saw and heard that thing in your room that just appeared with the card next to it



PH: hehe



PH: You also have to open that cruxtruder thing and throw something in the orb to make a sprite



AE: What is a cruxtruder?


AE: Oh god, Sorias wasn't kidding.



AE: We can actually die.



AE: I'll be right back- I have to call my dad.



AE: He didn't pick up.



AE: How do you open this?
 
((fucking whoops its been a few days and now the chat is dead


==> Norray: Wake Up


Your name is Norray Wektor. You've been sleeping in your hive, all day, and now halfway through the night. This is a bad habit of yours, it seems, sleeping in. From the corner of your sleepy vision, you can see that you have a few notifications blinking on your husktop, left open from last night's late day wing drafting sessions. You're currently working on creating a working pair of wings so you can fly with your birdy friends, although it isn't going too well. What will you do now?


==> Norray: Check Messages


You decide to check your messages on trollian before your friends leave you totally behind. You, in all of your sopor slimed underwear glory, head over to your messy desk, shoving a blueprint to the side to lay your arm there. You're surprised to see that you have 2 people trolling your antisocial ass. Which one will you check first?


==> Norray: Who even wanted to troll you anyway?


((good question, someone pls respond))
 
==> Wait


You wait for what feels like ages. Did your internet die or is everyone just preoccupied?


==> Pry the lip off of the top


You reach the lid, and start pulling it as hard as you can! ..Unfortunately, you're not very athletic and this does nothing but tire you out.


==> Get frustrated


Why the hell would there be a machine that clearly opens without some way to open it? This defies all logic, and you decide to attempt the ultimate machine-repairing move.. Giving it a good hit to the side to make it work. ..When you do this, it somehow works and a purple orb of.. Energy? Appears from the top, sputtering nonsense you ca't understand. This surprises you and you throw the first thing in your pocket directly at it..


==> Create Demonsprite


Oh fuck what is this. It appears that you happen to have thrown the monster manual into the orb, and it created a real demon. ..You also notice a countdown on the machine.. And it's not very long.
 
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