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[Djinn N Tonic]

==> MK


GT: WhY Would You do somEThing likE ThaT?


GT: foR WhaT i maY do To TT?


GT: You cRaziER Than i ThoughT if You Think i Would scREW him ovER


GT: unlikE You, hE and I aRE acTuallY fRiEnds


==> TT


GT: i knoW You Will


GT: 'causE i won'T TRY To kill You


GT: conTRaRY To populaR bElEif

 

[Cronix]

==> Respond to TT


MK: =


MK: But that takes~ all the fun~ out of it~


MK: BUT I guess~ if it rea~lly means that~ much to you~


MK: I will try~ to be nic~er to him~


MK: For the time~ being





==> Now yell at GT some more


MK: It mysti~fies me how~ the poor troll~ can stand you~


MK: But seriou~sly I do~ not want you~ fucking the~ poor guy up~ because you~ have no i~dea what you~ are doing~


MK: And only~ because TT~ asked me to~


MK: I will not~ 'fuck your shit up'

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: good


GT: 'causE if You did


GT: i'd jusT gET TT To fuck YouR shiT up in REsponsE

 

[Cronix]

MK: D:=


MK: TT would nev~er do some~thing so cruel~


MK: Him and I~ are somewhat~ friends as well~


MK: And I do~ not believe~ he has it~ in his blood~ pumper

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: if hE Wouldn'T do iT , and hE isn'T "cRuEl"


GT: WhaT Would That makE You, as somEonE Who Would?

 

[Cronix]

MK: I am o~penly cruel~ to you


MK: Be~cause I en~joy it


MK: And~ because I~ despise you~


MK: Easy math


MK: How~ever that does~ not dictate~ my person~ality~ as a whole~

 

[Necromantic]

TT: if y6u. wr'ck his...


TT: why sh6uld. s'rium h'sitAt'. t6 wr'ck. y6urs?

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: sERiouslY, mk


GT: sTop, i'm jusT noT going To go black WiTh You


GT: i'm flaTTEREd, i guEss


GT: buT aT This poinT


GT: iT's jusT EmbaRassing To WaTch

 

[Cronix]

==> Respond to GT


MK: Going black~ with you would~ be a waste~ of time


MK: Idiot~


MK: Just hurry~ up and play~ the fucking~ game





==> Now respont to TT





MK: D:=


MK: I am hurt~ you would con~sider such~ a thing


MK: I~ already~ promised him~ I would play~ nice anyways~


MK: So no need~ for everyone~ to get all~ upset with~ me





Wow, things just did not seem to be going in your favor today. This game was going to end up being a mess and you knew it.

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

The game finally loads. You screen fils with the respiteblock of a young troll...


Who are they? Isn't this just a game your supposed to play with others? it looks more like a Story-adventure game to you.


==> Rivgel: Do something.


You decide to click on the troll's Recuparacoon, and proceed to lift it.


What kind of game is this?

 

[Snipewing]

==> Be that one human.

You go back to being MARK STENGER.

You decide to message your good friend Mark on Pesterchum. Damn, you love that guy, he's so cool. You don't know if it's his obsession of ANIME and VIDEOGAMES or just that his name is also Mark, but you think he is the absolutely coolest thing even though you think he might hate you. What does it matter? You think you might be chill with him.

-- woodenSmith [WS] began pestering imaginativeSupernova [iS] at 9:03 --
​

WS: Yo Mark, where the hell has everyone been lately?

WS: It's been pretty lonely. Dad's not even in the workshop.


WS: So I've just been burning weeds. As in cleaning Dad's gardens with fire, not the other thing...

WS: Heh...


WS: But yeah.


WS: Get your ass on sometime. I need someone to talk to. I'm bored as hell.


WS: ...


WS: Listen. I'll make you a replica of that one guy's sword from that anime if you hurry.


WS: But you might take forever so I dunno. Anyway, message me when you can. I'm gonna go burn some more shit. Mark out.
​

-- woodenSmith [WS] ceased pestering imaginativeSupernova [iS] --


Well, that was a waste of time. Seriously, where the hell is everyone? It's like every other human on Earth has just disappeared. Except for your DAD of course, but he's always busy so what's the difference. You decide to get away from your trusty DESKTOP and go throughout the house, cringing as you're met by your Dad's stupid dinosaurs all over the house. You absolutely hate them. You thought they were cool as a child, and Dad always said your mom loved them, but you never talk to her so you don't really care, or, you at least try not to. PLASTIC DINOSAURS and random FOSSIL PIECES are all over the house, and just seeing them pisses you off. You would light them on fire like the little maniac you are, but last time you did that your DAD took away your butane lighter. That sucked, so you just deal with them and do the rebellious action of making them FIGHT AND EAT EACHOTHER. Dad thinks you're playing, but oh no, you're destroying them. Their peaceful stances ruined by the carnivorous onslaught you breed within their reptilian tranquility. Fuck them. You rip your eyes and your anger from them long enough to get out of the dino-infested house to escape to your back yard. There a large OAK TREE grows in the center. Your dad's over there though, probably visiting mom again. He does that a lot. Best to leave him alone. He gets mad really quick when you bother him and Mom. You sneak towards the west and hug the walls of your house until you can do your sick SIDEROLL under the canopy of the WORKSHOP that's connected to the west wall of the house. You don't know why a door isn't connecting them, but you don't question it. Now that you're there you sit on your dad's PILE OF INGOTS and mess around on your phone.
​

 

[Necromantic]

Something just... made a sound behind you? It sounds convincingly like something was just ripped straight out of the floor, though it could just be your Snakemom dragging something large into the hive again- who are you kidding, that was definitely the sound of something being ripped straight out of the floor. It still could be your Lusus, though....


== Serium: #AAAAAA





It would be dumb if that was the colour of your text, so you don't know why that pound sign was in front of it, it doesn't make any sense, similar to the scene you see when you turn around. It is the soumd you make, though, when you see your recuperacoon floating in the middle of the air.


As if your leg has a mind of it's own, you kick back to try to get away from the scene, but instead ram against your desk, which in conviniently up against a wall, so your shit doesn't fly everywhere.


You turn back around to your computer, feeling the need to report your situation.


TT: WHAT. TH'' FUCK


TT: MY REC'P'RAC77N IS. IN THE'. AIIR?!


Close enough.

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

===/===> Rivgel: ...


...OH SHIT THAT TROLL IS SERIUM! So this is what they meant be "multiplayer." You set the pod of slime back down.


GT: calm doWn


GT: i puT iT back doWn


Yeah, you have NO IDEA what in the hell your doing.

 

[Necromantic]

TT: THAT WAS. Y6U?!


TT: WHAT TH'. H'LL?!





Knowing that the force moving your Recuperacoon was just Rivgel is vaguely comforting, but what the HELL was going on? How could he move your stuff? What IS this game exactly?





TT: cAn y6u...


TT: d6 Anything. 'ls'?

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

Anything Else? You click REVISE, and drag a square over the wall.


Woah! The north wall extends by 5 ft.


GT: i can makE YouR REspiTE block biggER


GT: WhaT ThE hEll is This gamE?

 

[Cronix]

==>





You try taking a deep breath, hoping to calm yourself down. This whole situation was getting incredibly out of hand, and the control freak in you was losing it. You were frustrated, and even slightly angry. You were worried most of all though, these two had no idea what they were doing. You were trying to step away, let things handle themselves.


...


Nope. That was impossible. You decide to Troll GT and see how horribly things were going so far.


MK: Well, I must~ ask


MK: And I~ will try to~ ask in the~ kindest mann~er possi~ble


MK: Have you~ totally~ fucked things up~ yet?

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: nah


GT: i havE This handlEd


GT: no nEEd To TREaT mE likE a WRigglER


GT: no shiT has bEEn WREckEd


GT: no onE has diEd

 

[Necromantic]

TT: 6h


TT: uhm


TT: w'll th'n.


TT: if this. is A. gAm' th'r'. sh6uld b'. mor' t6. it right?





This is really disconcerting, the fact that someone is messing with your house, despite the fact that the someone is a close friend of yours. You glance at the blood that had dripped on your desk from your finger when you bit it, and casually wipe that up with your sleeve. There, yup, never happened.

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: pRobablY


You decide to click on the PHERNALIA REGISTRY


What are these things?


GT: looks likE i can puT doWn somE Things


GT: alchEmixERs, cRuxflangERs


GT: ThEsE Things aRE WiERd


You deploy the CRUXTRUDER in the new space you made in the block.

 

[Necromantic]

==> Serium: MOTHERFUCKER


You jump as a object that is taller than you are (which isn't saying much) is deposited in the extension to your room. Okay, you were expecting more to the game than just ripping your furniture up and somebody remodeling your hive for free, but you didn't quite expect for that huge piece of metal to descend from absolutely nowhere. Well, now you have something in there to show to other people when they come over- Who are you kidding, no sane person would actually hang out with you.


You don't actually think this, of course, because you're birdbrained, and currently distracted by your new decor.


TT: ...


TT: whAt is. it?


TT: d6 y6u. kn6w whAt. its supp6s'd. t6 d6?


TT: sh6uld i. just g6. hit it?

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: i don'T knoW


GT: hiTTing Things is alWaYs a good back-up plan


You proceed to zoom out, surveying TT's hive. You decide to deploy the TOTEM LATHE out in the hall.

 

[Necromantic]

==> Serium: He has a pointing


Hitting things is a good back-up plan. Then again, it was your back-up plan first, so you would have had a good point, right? But he's the one who pointed out that it was a good back-up plan.


If you think too much, you're gonna hurt yourself. While hurting yourself might not be something uncommon for you to do, you dont think that thinking tio hard is a good way to go about doing so.


First, you try turning the handle on it- nothing. Fuck, you were hoping it would be that easy. Well, time to try hittoing it, you suppose. You snag a broom from nearby, and slam it against the top- it breaks the broom, but the thing pops open, and something pops out...


Some horrifying creature that looks a bit like Navi, and a teal dowel....


The fuck do you do with these?

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

You continue to look around TT's hive, looking for a good place to put the massive PLATFORM-Y LOKING THIGN (sic)


You place the ALCHEMITER on the Roof, It's the only place you could find that fits.


GT: i puT ThE oThER machinEs doWn aRound YouR hivE


GT: onE is in ThE hallWaY


GT: ThE oThER on ThE Roof


GT: WhaT is ThaT Thing?

 

[Snipewing]

==> MARK, ENOUGH IDLING AROUND, GO PLAY THE GAME.

You decide that you've had enough of playing random useless games on your phone and that you should sneak back to your room. You look out to scan the surroundings. Dads not by Mom's tree, so he probably went inside. Gotta be quiet, so you walk to the door and slowly turn the knob. No one's in view inside, so you take the opportunity and sprint back up to your room, making sure to flip off those damn dinosaurs. A friend wanted to play a game with you, though you can't really remember which friend it was because everyone pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth, so nonetheless you guess playing it alone will be cool too. You fire up your DESKTOP and look at your SBURB INSTALLATION DISCS. Maybe you should try to get a hold of Mark2 before.

-- woodenSmith [WS] began pestering imaginativeSupernova [iS] at 21:22 --
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WS: Yo Mark, I'm about to install that SBURB game, whatever the hell it is.


WS: Sooooo if you wanna join


WS: Get your ass on.


WS: ...


WS: Alright, I'm just gonna play this. Later Mark.

-- woodenSmith [WS] ceased pestering imaginativeSupernova [iS] at 21:30 --

You then sigh and run the INSTALLATIONS onto your computer.​

 

[Necromantic]

TT: s'rium d6'snt. r'Ally kn6w. whAt it. is....


TT: Ah! s'rium kn6ws. whAt t6. d6!


TT: thr6w s6m'thing. At it!


TT: 6h th'. mAchin' hAs. A tim'r. 6n it...


TT: 3:20


TT: whAt d6's. thAt m'An?


==> Serium: find the other contraptions


You tuck your teal totem under your arm, and walk out into the hall outside of your respite block, and-


Woah that motherfucker wasn't right there earlier. You thought that Rivgel had meant a hall that wasn't right in front of your block, but you've now been proven wrong. You examine the machine, finding that there's a slot that looks like it'll fit your totem in it. Shrugging, you pop the thng in the slot, which responds by spinning it, but not carving anything into it. What? Why did it do that?


==> Meteor: strike


You cannot be controlled by these petty commands, unlike these worthless trolls, who are about to be wiped out by a shower of your kind. You are a powerful, flaming hot rock with craters on it, and an inanimate object, which means that you can't hear the commands. Nonetheless, you're on your path to slam into the ground, near the hives of one of these lowly trolls.


You slam into the ground.


==> Hive: shake


Similar to the meteor before you, you cannot be controlled by the commands being pushed toward you. Despite that, you do still shake, and send your one young occupany toppling over.


==> Serium: scream


You scream as you're sent topplng into the floor. Wth much effort, you manage to stand up, and go look out your window to see what's going on out there that would shake your house like that. Your eyes move to a meteor...


TT: oh... fuck..


TT: theres a...


TT: meteor..