Homestuck: Another Session [Inactive]

>Jack: Be awesome


You can't be more awesome than you already are!


>Jack: Play Sburb


After hours of playing it, you end up with like a lot of grist or whatever and the fully upgraded Alchewhatever. You thought this would be more fun, but it just ended up being a lot of work and deadly things. You combined your switchblade with your hella awesome bowtie shirt, and then that with an orange to make your shirt orange because you like orange and may be obsessed with orange. Now you look preeeetttyyyy. You combined your Google Glass that you stole... you mean won in a contest with your regular glasses. Yayy. That's it, besides beating a bunch of imps ohyeahand made it into your Medium.
 
Despite being a bit smitten with seeing him, you quickly shook thoughts out of your think pan. HELL NO, you two just started being flushed for each other, you're not going top pull a Troll Romeo and Troll Juliet here! Instead, you pap his cheek and grab him by the fin, pulling him inside your hive. No troll said you had to be all cute and nice to him, now did they? Tough love, Frioto. TOUGH. LOVE.
 
composedDeviance [CD] opened a new memo: [a♫d so it begi♫s]


CD: okay, eve♪yo♫e


CD: time to get this sessio♫ i♫to full swi♫g


CD: fi♪st o♪de♪ of busi♫ess is to get ♪oslow a♫d co♪ea♫ i♫side the medium befo♪e his lusus slaughte♪s us all


CD: phossz, that's p♪obably only a job for you





constrictedEllipse [CE] responded to memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


CE: Right-o.


CE: I'monit.


CD: fa♫tastic


CD: does eve♪yo♫e have the game dow♫loaded?


dominionsTide [DT] responded to memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


DT: The tides are prepared for what lies ahead...
 
CD: if death was ce♪tai♫, which it is, would you ♪athe♪ die i♫ a♫ u♫speakably bloody co♫flict involvi♫g i♫jury a♫d demise of i♫♫oce♫ts,


CD: o♪ would you ♪athe♪ go dow♫ fighti♫g a♫ e♫emy whose o♫ly pu♪pose is to be slai♫


CD: battli♫g valia♫tly alo♫gside those with whom you sha♪e memo♪ies, expe♪ie♫ces, and even pe♪haps...


CD: love ♥♦♣♠~?


GN: Okay first of all, how much do you know about my love life, other than it's non existence?


GN: YES. I HATE PHOSSZ.


GN: WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS.


GN: Does that mean I'm going to suddenly kill everyone because of an unofficial blackrom?


GN: I highly doubt that.


greenNinja [GN] responded to memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


GN: Lets just get this crap over with.





After a swift farewell to Terain, you transportalize back to your hive, and start putting boxes to cover up your shipping wall especially the one with you and Cresten, then settle down to start this stupidness that would lead to your inevitable doom.


"Ow, ow, thats my fiiin, thats sensitive, owww."
 
curiousPixie [CP] responded to memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


CP: my co+py's do+wnlo+ading right no+w


CP: this jank takes to+o+ lo+ng -__-





gaianGarden [GG] responded to memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


GG: The Game Copy I Have Is Downloading Right Now As Well.
 
"And Here I Thought You Tyrians Had Less Reaction To Pain."You let his fin go once you both were in your respiteblock, logging back into trollian and replying to the memo.


-naturesGuardian [NG] responded to the memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]-


NG: Yes, It Is Time For The Games To Begin.


NG: I Wish The Best Of Luck To All Of You, And I Will See A Majority Of You Once We Pass Through The Medium.


NG: The Acceptions Are Frioto And Whoever I Am Serving. Only Reason I Say Frioto Is That The Sea Dweller Decided To Climb Out Of The Primordial Ooze And Pay Me A Personal Visit.


NG: ... I Half Expect That Our True Foe Will Be Quite Fearsome, So Do Your Best To Rise On Your Echeladders!


NG: We Must Also Stay In Contact, Despite Our Teams. The Whole Concept Of Two Seperate Teams Urks Me, Makes Me Think Of War With Few Survivors.


NG: That Is All I Have To Say. May The Spirits Of The Forest And The Earth Guide Us All To New Strengths, Forge New Bonds, And Take Us On An Unexpected Journey In This Our Session. 'Til We All Meet Up At In Our Next Destination, Goodbye.You close your log top and pull out your special whip, the one you decided would end your lusus's life had you needed to do so to live. Frioto was watching, you could tell. As abhorrent as it was, you needed to do this. The Hide would be used to make something else, not the sprite. You swore on that, swore on the oath of the Forest.


Bright teal tears rolling down your face, you swung the Purrbeast-O'-Nine-Tails at your lusus's sleeping form, the numerous fangs you had collected in your little journeys in the forest and helping wounded beasts digging into its great white hide, ripping the beautiful creature apart, teall dripping from its wounds. It never roused from its slumber, the ast one it would have. You kept up until it was fully dead, shakily dropping your now-bloodied whip and walking to the corpse, hugging its muzzle while you cried. You just killed the only thing that cared for you as a parent, and you could feel it throughout your whole body. How pathetic you had to look to your flushcrush, sobbing and crying like a freshly hatched grub that just bit a rock. You had reasons to cry too, you killed your own lusus. Other trolls would understand, it had to happen.


You stayed clinging to your dead lusus's muzzle for a good while, slowly calming down and starting to accept it little by little.
 
You frown a bit at the messages that the ninja replied with. She always seems to be on your case, doesn't she? Oh well.


===>


You head outside and step ankle-deep into the sacred pool of harmonies. The NOTESPRITES rise up form the surface as you do so, pinging back and forth in the air around you and making the beautiful SOULTONES that the legends all said they would. The reverberating sounds wash over your skull like a splash of primordial ooze over a flamestick. You can feel your thoughts syncing along with the music of the universe, swirling and meshing peacefully together like the symphony that was always meant to be...


You close your eyes and open them again. The SOULTONES are truly the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, but they must wait. First, you have to say goodbye to your dear friend...


[PLAY The So♫g]


Your lusus seems to know what you are about to do, and he understands. That's what you've always loved about this guy. He always seems to understand. No matter how angry you got sometimes, no matter how fed up you were of being the target of everyone else's poor tempers, your lusus was always so chill. You will truly miss him. Well, might as well get it over with.


You recite a short whistle to retrieve your flute, and then you begin to play.


===>


A solitary tear of teal drops from your eye. At least he passed painlessly. He will be sorely missed. Looks like you've gotta handle everyone else's anger on your own, now. Although, you think that is okay. You think that with your lusus' end, a new beginning for you has revealed itself. Surely this is only the first stage on a budding maturation...


===>


You don't think you've ever felt such an odd combination of pride and mortal terror. Your lusus surely is a worthy opponent, but he always plays so rough!


===>


Heavens, that was close, but you've almost got him down for the count. You really wish there was some other way to stop him, but it seems he's making this one the final stand. Your lusus is giving you the ultimate test...not just a test of strength and battle prowess, but to test if you can really do it...if you really have the guts to end his life.


woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooZH


What is he doing? No! Stop him!


===>


Thank god, your lusus is still alive, but only just. The speedster's eyes widen, and recognition fills his face. His face twists into a guilty and pained expression, flushing blue with embarrasment and sorrow. He mutters an awkward apology and zooms off.


...You approach your lusus. He is very nearly gone...he gives you a massive PAP with his claw, indicating that he acknowledges your victory, despite the outside help from the speedster. He gives you an expecting look, waiting for you to finish the final test.


You type in the passcode and retrieve your 21-CATACLYSM SALUTE from your doomsdayKind specibus. It's time to say goodbye.


X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-PLODE


He went out in a blaze of glory, just as he would have wanted...


===>


Oh god...HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!?


Cerico blatantly told you about how everyone was supposed to kill their own lusi with their own hands, and you went and intervened! You speedsh****** f***nub! HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING!?


You heard the explosions in the distance behind you...Roslow probably still managed to finish off his lusus, but still...he must feel insulted, trodden upon...you feel terrible, despite part of your conscious reminding you of his rustblooded status.


This reminds you: your own lusus still awaits.


===>


Your lusus is waiting for you, it seems. He's carved a starting line in the ground by your hive, and hovers there expectantly. You understand. One final race: two contestants, one survivor. Two laps around the planet. This is a race to the death.


3...2...1...ZTART


Once again, your lusus takes the early advantage. You've got to finish this quickly. Taking a risky move, you boost your bionic feet to 100% capacity.


ZOOOOOOOOOOOOM


Sweet baby jeegus. You haven't EVER run this fast! You can see the hives of countless other trolls as you speed by, spot the pirate's ships sailing the ocean, point out the Subjugglators' court, spy the countless lusi and fauna running and swimming and shoothing through the sky, silhouetted against the Alternian sun...


This...this is TRUE BEAUTY.


===>


It seems you've won. Your lusus halts behind you, laying flat on the ground and extending its neck...it accepts its defeat. You know what you must do. You retrieve your Boomerslang from your QUICK REACTIONS FETCH MODUS.


===>


And so...it's done. 
((Oh god I listened to the most emotional music as I typed this...and very nearly cried.))
 
....."Cod, man... Thats gotta hurt...... Gotta hurt both of you...... Oh crap, does that mean I have kill MY lusus?" Frioto looked at Kupala, then back out the window, "I should probably go back to my hive too..."





Corazo waited for her server to log in after...dealing with Clawdad.
 
You stood up hearing Frioto's voice, eyes still fixated on your lusus. "The Tyrian Lusus Is Impossible To Kill, 'Tis A Horrorterror. Trying To Kill It Would Kill Ever Troll Other Than You And Other Tyrians, And Then The Session Would Be Automatically Void. I Don't Know How It Will Work Out." You shook your head, openning your logtop and looking up to Frioto. "Doth Thou Hath Grubs In Your Ears? Begone To Your Hive, The Game Is Beginning."
 
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current composedDeviance [CD] replied to the memo [a♫d so it begi♫s]


CCD: okay, time to sta♪t getti♫g se♪ve♪ playe♪s set up with thei♪ clie♫ts


CCD: f♪om what i ca♫ tell, you guys do♫'t seem to like the highblood vs. lowblood co♫cept


CCD: so here's what we'♪e go♫♫a do


CCD: it'll be p♪ospit d♪eame♪s agai♫st de♪se d♪eame♪s


CCD: it just so happe♫s that kupala a♫d ♪oslow a♪e the o♫ly female de♪se a♫d male p♪ospit d♪eame♪s, ♪espectively, so they will be their team leade♪s.


CCD: the teams will thus be as follows:


Team De♪se:


Kupala T♪esof (leade♪)


Ce♪ico De♫t♪i (me <3)


U♪stov Je♪ge♪


C♪este♫ Houvlux


Phossz ♪eyvox


F♪ioto Hieloh


Team P♪ospit:


♪oslow Gu♫dah (leade♪)


Co♪ea♫ ♪ettie


Vei♫ea Hatho♪


A♪ella Toivo♫e♫


Co♪azo Aexped


Te♪ai♫ Demops


CCD: these teams look p♪etty bala♫ced to me


CCD: all righty people get co♫♫ecti♫g


CCD: a♫d do♫'t take too long, eithe♪


CCD: ♪emembe♪ the♪e's a time limit to e♫te♪i♫g the game
 
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CNG: Understood.


CNG: Those Who Hath Already Done Away With Their Lusus, If Ye Have Your Game Already Started, Start Deploying The Sprite Making Things. (i forgot what they are okay?)


CNG: Respectively I Just Want To Remind Everyone That Despite Teams We Are Not Playing To See Who Is Better, But To See Who Could Survive A Possible 4 Metric Tons Of Utter Musclebeast-Sh**. Or Something Like That.


CNG: Any Thing Else Cerico?
 
After a swift goodbye, Frioto headed back to his hive and logged back onto his computer.


CGN: Well thank God Terain's on my team.


CFM: I'll go in last. If it's true I have to kill my lusus, I want to make sure everyone is in the game before I do.


CGN: That's risky, Frioto.


CGN: Even with my little knowledge of the game, after listening 2 Cerico banter on and on about it


CGN: I'm pretty sure you'd be dead be4 you can kill your lusus, if your lusus doesn't kill you before you can kill it!


CFM: I'll be fin.


CFM: Gilly won't hurt me.





greenNinja [GN] began trolling composedDeviance [CD]


GN: Listen, this is going 2 sound weird


GN: I know that we're supposed to use our lusii in these uhhh...


GN: "Kernelsprites"?


GN: But, I made a promise 2 Clawdad that if he died, I'd use his bones 4 something.


GN: I know it's weird, but it was when I was a little coo-coo


GN: And now that he's dead and all... It just brought that back in2 my head.


GN: Is there anyway I can chop off his paws, then throw the rest in the Kernelsprite?


GN: Or would that screw it up?





While you question Cerico, you deploy all the machinery into Terain's hive, and wait for whoever to deploy your stuff.
 
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CNG: Could We Not Talk About Killing Our Lusii, Please? I Have Memories That Are Very Painful To Think Of Right Now.


You deploy the spriting machine into whoever you're serving's hive, taking a few moments to analyze the Hive. Hmmmmm... so dark, almost crypt-looking... Oh, you figure it out. You're possibly serving the Cryptic Puzzler- as you so called him- but you won't be sure until later.
 
CNG: Understood.


CNG: Those Who Hath Already Done Away With Their Lusus, If Ye Have Your Game Already Started, Start Deploying The Sprite Making Things.


CNG: Respectively I Just Want To Remind Everyone That Despite Teams We Are Not Playing To See Who Is Better, But To See Who Could Survive A Possible 4 Metric Tons Of Utter Musclebeast-Sh**. Or Something Like That.


CNG: Any thing Else Cerico?


CCD: ♫ah that's basically it


CCD: do♫'t fo♪get about the time limit


CCD: flami♫g meteo♪s of death = badCGN: Listen, this is going 2 sound weird


CGN: I know that we're supposed to use our lusii in these uhhh...


CGN: "Kernelsprites"?


CGN: But, I made a promise 2 Clawdad that if he died, I'd use his bones 4 something.


CGN: I know it's weird, but it was when I was a little coo-coo


CGN: And now that he's dead and all... It just brought that back in2 my head.


CGN: Is there anyway I can chop off his paws, then throw the rest in the Kernelsprite?


CGN: Or would that screw it up?


CCD: that depe♫ds


CCD: do you wa♫t a sp♪ite of you♪ clawless lusus followi♫g you a♪ou♫d?


CCD: 'cuz whateve♪ you toss i♫to the sp♪ite, that's what it's go♫♫a look like


CCD: i ca♫ ♪espect the whole "ho♫o♪ his ♪emai♫s" deal, but


CCD: thi♫k about it this way


CCD: he's goi♫g to be you♪ i♫-game guide, the guy that helps you th♪ough eve♪y difficult a♫d co♫fusi♫g pa♪t of the game a♫d assists you i♫ combat.


CCD: do you really wa♫t him to have the fo♪m of a♫ i♫complete a♪mless bea♪ followi♫g you eve♪ywhe♪e?


CCD: o♪ would you like a complete bea♪ with badass claws that is actually a♫ asset i♫ st♪ifes a♫d ca♫ give you advice without f♪eaki♫g eve♪yo♫e the ***k out?


You chuckle at this tidbit of advice. These are the moments that you enjoy, being chill and helping people through their problems with an air of humor, chuckling to yourself and not having to worry about the gargantuan amount of RAGE that you're destined to inherit.


Might as well get this SGRUB thing started.


[CONNECT WITH THE OWL GUY]


Uhm, Cresten, you mean? Sure, you suppose you could server for the guy. Why not.


[DEPLOY THE STUFF]


God, you really need to get caught up with the vocabulary, don't you.


You deploy the CRUXTRUDER, ALCHEMITER, and TOTEM LATHE into his hive. It looks like, just as you predicted a couple of seconds ago, your starting GRIST currency is just enough to accommodate these items as well as a few other things, such as spacial modifications or small accessories for the devices. It doesn't look like you'll really be needing them until later.


CCD: k, c♪este♫


CCD: do you k♫ow how to get this sta♪ted?
 
GN: I have a plan 4 that.


GN: Besides. It's only his paws.


GN: It's not like I'm chopping his head off and using his skull.


GN: Then he'd be wandering around without a face.


GN: Now THAT, is creepy.


GN: My plan may seem s2pid, but he's always loved throwing things around.


GN: Especially chairs.


Corazo ==> Get going! Chop off your father's hands!


Paws, nimrod.


Honestly, you just want to be able to shout, "CHAIR POWERS, ACTIVATE!" Like a dork in the heat of battle ,and then Clawdad runs in with his chair and start wailing on the enemy. It would probably be ineffective, but he was never much of a fighter anyway.


Though it pains you, you DO need to upgrade your close combat specibi, because the stuff you have now is really ineffective. Ringkind? You stole that from your last kismesis.


You do however have no idea how to chop of his paws. You splay out your fingers as you summon up a few throwing stars from your Throwingstarkind. These things don't have power to chop through flesh and bone. Maybe if you had one of Terain's axes.... Oh hey! Look, a conveniently placed ax in the corner. Must be one of Terains. How convenient and not a coincidence at all.


You pick up the ax.


==> ....


After making swift work of Clawdads paws, you look them over, then captachlogue the bloody paws, and continue your wait.
 
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You ponder for a moment, deploying a Totem Lathe and Alchemiter in this other troll's hive as well. Whoever was serving you might want to get the lead out of their rear and get to work. You didn't want to be culled before the game really begin. You looked over at your Lusus's corpse for a moment and get a brilliant idea, running over to it and using the carving knife you had on the wall to chop off it's numerous wings and descaling it, along with taking at least one claw from its feet, then finally a horn. All of this would certainlly come of use once the Spirits deemed they would. You capthcalogue the [LUSUS CARVES] and watch the card fade to black, a tree on it that would wither until the Spirits let it go. You had no real use for your Vinebeast Whip since all it could do was leave light lashes, and the Puurbeast-O'-Nine-Tails was dangerous in group Strifes, since it had 9 whips! Hmmmm.... You look out your window and see the burning space rocks twinkle past brightly like on the nights meteor shows happened. Pretty as it was, if you ran out of time, you'd be screwed!
 
Frioto decided to connect to Kupala- Hey, why the shell not? He pulled out the multitude of devices and put them all over Kupala's hive.


fishMechanic [FM] began trolling naturesGuardian [NG]


FM: Alright, get going girly.


FM: I deployed everything for ya.
 
NG: Call Me Girly One More Time And I'll Whip Your Gills And Fins Off. Higher Caste Or Not I Will Not Tolerate Being Called "Girly"!Well, show time. However, you're also not strong enough to carry your lusus's corpse to the Kernelsprite.


NG: Also, Can You Please Move My Lusu's Corpse To The Kernelsprite?


While your flushcrush would be busy with that, you ran around to find the Alchemiter, and lo and behold you finally do. Hmmm lets see... Ah yes! You open your TREEDROBE and pull out one of your many same-colored dresses, tossing it into the Alchemiter's tube with some of the scales laying around.


BUTTERSCALE DRESSARMOR- 100 GRIST


You go ahead and make it, and once its done being made you put it on sans the clothes you currently had on. It was a little heavy but man it felt warm, like being a rub swadled in nice heated blankets or being hugged by a lowblood.


===> KT: Alchemize more stuff.


Merry Friggin' Perigee, you go a little crazy making new things. A butterdragon-esque suit for Frioto, an Enamelized Whip, a Flit-O'-Nine-Wings whip, and some comfy comfy shoes made of down from chirpbeasts. Then you add one last touch, the whole freaking hide from your lusus with a broken whip you used during wrigglerhood. Sadly you can't make it because it costs like 200,000 GRIST so you leave it alone.


... Then you rmemeber Frioto was probably watching you, so that spoils the fact you were going to give him a gift.
 
Terain's game had finished loading up a few minutes ago and now Corazo had deployed all of the nesscesary machinery to begin entering. But her lusus...where is her lusus anyway? Suddenly, a loud noise was made from outside


>Terain: look out your hive window


She looks outside and- OH NO! Her lusus had been attacked by one of her more deadly plants. Poor thing probably got too close to it. But usually her lusus strayed away from them since they did know about the deadliness of being near those plants. Perhaps her lusus knew about the whole sprite business and killed themself for her.


>Terain: mourn over your giant kagu lusus' death


She heads outside and goes over to the body. While it did make things more convenient for her it was still tragic. This whole sprite business better be worth it.


>Terain: Take her back inside and get to work


She carries the rather heavy body back inside and is ready to officially start. But before that she wishes to chop of her lusus' wings as something to remember her by.


>Terain: Fine do it


She takes one of her gardening axes and swings it down twice cutting each of the giant kagu's wings off. They can just be equipped for now.


>Terain: Equip wings and start moving!


She equips the wings. Now it's time to start.


gaianGarden [GG] began trolling greenNinja [GN]


GG: Unfortunately But Conveniently My Lusus Passed Away Moments After You Deployed The Machinery Into My Hive.


GG: I Shall Use Her As My Sprite Now But


GG: I Think She Let Herself Die So I Didn't Have To Kill Her.


GG: She Does Listen To More Than I Think Actually.
 
FM: Aww, n-not even an affectionate nickname?


FM: Eh-heh?


FM: meep, okay...


FM: I'd like to keep those appendages...


As Kupala instructed, you pick up her lusus' corpse up with the mouse and deposit it into the kernelsprite, watching it change shape.


FM: Is that a suit?


FM: I don't know how you'd look in a suit, Kupala.


FM: Maybe thats just me though, you might look great in a suit.





GN: Really?


GN: I mean, I always knew your lusus was smart.


GN: Smarter than mine, thats for sure.
 
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Wow, he's at least dumb enough to not know that the suit's for him, even if it looks a little too... fancy, even for a high blood. Something a rich human mogul might wear, though you don't know for sure. You cared less for those antiecosystematic humans.


NG: I Would Say What The Suit Is For, And Its Certainly Too Large For My Small Frame, But I'll Stay My Tongue Over That Matter.


NG: And Thanks For Moving My Lusus.


SPEAKING OF THAT, Butterdragonsprite happens to fly in right after you say that, whistling in its usually cheery high tone that your lusus always used around you regardless situations. Of courses, it had its long straw-like tongue hanging out like a moron, not that you judged since it would serve well in your case should imps arrive.


You hurry to the outside of your hive and look up, seeing the meteor rain more, one of them far off directed... dead at you. Checking your logtop, you still had about 4 hours to go. Which means Frioto, get to work building that tree into the sky. Also now the imps should be showing up in everyone's Mediums so they can build up Grist.
 
You are now URSTOV JERGER, whether you'd like to be or not. Sorry dude, this game needs to get in gear, and you are taking waaay too long. Nothing personal.


Your lusus, in anticipation of its IMPENDING DOOM, accepted its fate and, in a rather epic and poetic death, collapsed a tunnel on top of itself. Coincidentally, that tunnel was the one leading up to the surface. Looks like you won't be leaving anytime soon.


Lucky for you, it appears your server player has taken the initiative and deployed the devices you need. You swiftly grab the pre-punched card, and bash open the top of the CRUXTRUDER with the largest of your CRYPTIC TOMES. The sprite follows you over to your lusus, but before you can heave the corpse out from the rubble and toss it in, you hesitate.


Your lusus has served you well and taught you many things. You decide that you should keep a memento of him so that you may have a token to remember him by. You remove one claw from each of his hind legs. This way, when you prototype him, he will still be significantly useful. You then retrieve the corpse and heave it sidelong into the sprite.


TUNNELERSPRITE follows you to the TOTEM LATHE, where you carve the CRUXITE DOWEL into the ARTIFACT needed to enter. It looks like you've got some time before you have to get going, so you take an alchemy break to make some SWEET LOOT. Out of your lusus's claws and your TITANIUM EXCADIGGER, you create TITAN THE BOULDERBREAKER. You also make some DOOMSAYER ROBES out of your tomes and some discarded cloth, as well as a nifty pair of DOOMSPECS. They function as a hands-free computer, as well as a database of every book in your collection. Plus, they look really freakin' awesome. You quickly captchalogue the largest and most weapon-worthy of your books and then power up the DOOMSPECS. You've gotta hurry up and start being the server for a certain speedster.


===> Be the speedster,


You are now Phossz Reyvox. Looks like Urstov has elected to be your server player, which you suppose is fine by you. He's already deployed all of the necessary devices, which surprises you. You suppose he's not as sluggish as he lets on.


Before sacrificing your lusus, you retrieve a momento: the largest of its tail feathers, which is rumored to endow the bearer with speed tenfold. Not that you could really get much faZter.


With your incredible speed, you get the artifact carved lickity-split, with an unbelievable amount of time to spare. However, in the middle of your alchemy binge, a horde of imps storms your hive. It's as if they anticipated you'd be prepared to enter sooner than they would have found satisfactory. They are really making a mess of your hive, aren't they? Better clean things up. Using your newly alchemized ZOOMERFANG BOLTS, and your QUETZALSPRITE, you make quick work of the beasts. They drop a nice GRIST BOUNTY, which you use to alchemize even more sweet stuff. You make a MEZZENGER ZPEEDZATCHEL; even though your captchalogue is better for holding things, the bag makes you look really cool. You also detach your bionic feet and make some nifty LIGHTNING GRIEVES. They are sturdier than your bionic implants, and they allow for increased reaction time and better handling. Finally, you might just master those sharp turns! You also decide to opt for some cooler decor, donning a newly made ZONIC BOOMBREAKER JACKET to match your CODEZNAKE ZCOUTER. This scouter has much faster processing, and is also complete with pre-downloaded hacking and programming software. Zweet.


Time to start server-ing, it looks like.





constrictingEllipse [CE] began trolling fishyMechanic [FM]





CE: Allright,yourhighneZZ.


CE: TimetogetthiZinfullgear.


CE: I'mgonnabeyourZerver,becauZeobviouZly,


CE: I'mtheonlyonewiththetechnicalproweZZtobeabletoZupportyouinyourendeavorZ.


CE: Aren'tyouluckytohaveZuchacapableZerverplayer;)


CE: DeployingthedeviceZnow.


 
Speak of the devil, some imps FINALLY show up, just perfect. You show no emotion other than your scalding glare at them, whipping their hides to bits with your BUTTERDRAGON TAILWHIP, which makes a nice little ROAR with a WHISTLe in it with each snap. Collecting the bounty, you remember to update your LOGTOP. Can't fight and type and do other crap all at once now can you? So instead, you find a nice suitable peice of junk, something Phossz possibly dropped on one of his whirlwind runs through Alternia sweeps ago- at least to your memory since it was all covered with lichens the time you found it- and toss it into the ALCHEM ITER with a your LOGTOP, which comes up to a slight cost of 200 GRIST, so you make the LOGSCOUTER 1.1. Huh, even has nice tree details.


You go ahead and remove all that crap clogging your client's exit- not that you had to since he's a digger- and start building a winding staircase befitting a CRYPTIC PUZZLER like Urstov to the gate. Once done you decided to make one last item- or try-: A B.DRA


CO FLOWERBOX, which sadly costs 2,000 GRIST, 400 TAR, and 300 B.DRAGON SCALES. Well, the SCALES you already had stored up, enough to have it being drained slowly into every troll else's Grist box so you weren't hogging it all. Advantages yes?


--naturesGuardian [NG] has started memo: [Progress Updates]--


NG: Status Update Everytroll. At Least Those On Team Derse.


NG: I Would Like To Inform Everyone That, Oddly, My Lusus's Scales Act As a Material For All Sorts Of Things, And Due To The Copious Amounts I Had Laying Around, Its Draining Into Everyone's Grist Cache. Figured I Would Just Admit That.
 
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GN: Really?


GN: I mean, I always knew your lusus was smart.


GN: Smarter than mine, thats for sure.


GG: Her Intelligences Is Likely Why She Could Make Such A Decision.


GG: She Died So I Could Play This Game...


GG: Well I'd Better Get A Move On Right?
 
@Party Poison


GG: Her Intelligences Is Likely Why She Could Make Such A Decision.


GG: She Died So I Could Play This Game...


GG: Well I'd Better Get A Move On Right?


CP: You'd be coRRRRect, TeRRainx


CP: soRRRRy foRR intRRuding on youRR pRRivate conveRRsationx


CP: that lubber Phossz has been upgRRading me softwaRRe as of latex


CP: all soRRts of hacking and otheRR intRRustive stuff I neveRR plan to usex


CP: now to battle stations, soldieRRs!


CP: let's get into the Medium fiRRst and show those DeRRsite devils who's bossx


CP: > :P





===> Hoist the flag. Be the pirate.


You retrieve your PRINCE OF SPACE BATTLE STANDARD from your FLAGKIND SPECIBUS and stick it into the ground in front of your hive. It's time to set sail.





coordinatePain [CP] has opened a new memo :[OnwaRRd Lads!x]





CP: All RRight, team PRRospitx


CP: eveRRyone betteRR get connecting if we hope to beat those DeRRsites to the Mediumx


CP: and, of couRRse, the end of the gamex


CP: I'll enteRR last, to make suRRe eveRRyone makes it inx


CP: Now shake a leg!


CP: Client playeRRs aRRen't gonna seRRveRR themselves!x





Way to rally your troops. You'd make a fine commander. You hope that the regal lass made it back to her hive. She had better hurry up if this session is going to ever make headway.
 
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