The First Guardian

Oroelo fell to the ground, breathing deeply and rapidly as she rested. Her Psionic illusions began to fade away as her tired mind calmed down. She looked around her hive, and nodded as she thought that the barricades and defenses she had erected were adequate enough to to hold off the high blood at least long enough to either escape or cull herself.

She laid there for a couple minutes, maybe dozing off a couple times in her fetal position on the ground. After it was all said and done though, physical barricades and rest wouldn't calm her. She stared at her Husktop waveringly, biting onto her finger before yelping in pain as she remembered she had already chewed it to the point of bleeding earlier.

With a deep breath, she inched herself closer to the husk top, as if afraid the device would bite her. She quickly got rid of that thought, not needing to summon up a new horrible monster to distract her from the issues at hand. When she finally arrived to the husk top, she reached out to it, and of course, to her Moirail.

Chat Log 3:

Jace: Do the ectobullshit.

It is not called ectobullshit thank you very much. But first you have to find the thing.

Breaking the chains to "sneak" in was easy. But Sis started putting more security measures when she found out you were messing with her machines. You walked a specific path, which looked like random squiggles if it were put on a piece of paper, avoiding all the traps and robot guards along the way. After a few minutes of this foolishness, you find the machine that took up half of the south wall.

The Appearifier.

You walk over to the machine and crack your fingers, hoping you remember the controls. It has been three months since you were last in here. The Pester notice fell on deaf ears as you laid the laptop down, looking at the machine.

You twist one of the knobs until it hit a random date. A girl playing with a squiddles doll suddenly appeared on screen. One of your eyebrows rise in confusion. This....was not what you were looking for. But maybe it would still help. Somehow.

The machine was locked onto the squiddles anyway. You push down on the blue button, appearifying the doll in a flash of green light. Or rather, it's paradox slime. It collapsed and was soon sucked into the tube.

You "watch" the process in confusion. Was she somehow linked to you? You shake your head and brush it off as a fluke.

You might as well start cloning. 

Jace: Sendificate

A few minutes and a lot of button pressing later, you have a pile of squiddles so large that it towered over you. You might have gone a bit overboard with the cloning. But oh well. You press a few more buttons, activating the Sendificator. TT's coordinates were locked into the machine, just in case something like this would happen. It was why Sis tried to steal your laptop. Tried.

With a swift press of a large blue button, all of the squiddles that you created disappear in a flash of green light. You salute, wishing the dolls a fond farewell and a safe journey.

You stare at the husk top in front of you, wringing your hands in stressful patience as you waited for your moirails response. You occasionally thought that Jace was ignoring you, but you shook the thoughts the way and bit your lip as you hold out hope Jace will reply soon. You didn't think you needed one, but having one final feelings jam before you were culled would have been a nice final experience.

Your thoughts however were quickly interrupted when a mountain of squiddles appearafied over your head. This development would normally have been cause for surprise, but the cute little creatures simply made you smile as you were smothered by the plush toys.

After some time under the pile, your hands popped out and then began to type

[TT]: .....ohhhh wow, thhhhhhank you sqo much!
[TT]: I'd always wanted thhhhesqe!

"Deav vas coming to ve coast ov Alternia and i'm just here tapping!" thought Veekus as he started to get bothered by his repetitive tapping. seeing as your about to destroy the mechanism you get up to get your tools. Instead of wasting your time destroying you believe it would be more effective to spend your time trying to fix the receiver. the damage seems to be external but you're not sure if it is safe to come out of you hive. in any case you grab your blade this time just to be safe. you may be formidable with your gauntlet but your unstoppable with your sword by your side. you enter the airlock to go and see the damage. after locking up the hatch you walk over to the relay. a human design which quite frankly has surpassed any relay made by the Alternian engineers of this time. but to be fair your not entirely sure this is human ether. it has the shape and feel of human ingenuity but the haul is made of a weird substance of pure white ore.
you open the hatch to asses the damage.
the explosions from earlier didn't seem to damage the receptor but the user friendly vi program is fried beyond repair. you'll have to get a new one later if the humans don't destroy half the coast. you reboot it and head back to the hatch. you're about to enter when a large gust from the current pulls you off balance for a bit. you look up to see that it nearly set off a chain reaction with the new inhibits. you think to your self "Vis vont be good at all iv vis happen." as you think of a way to avoid that scenario. you swim down further into the ravine to see if you can cut the weight off the mines.
==>

your feet touch the warm sandy surface of the ravine to find large metal chains being held down by even larger wights. you pull out your sword and attempt to slice the chain in half. with little to no effort you cut through the chain. the chain floats upwards leaving its heavy counterpart behind. you keep doing this for awhile until you're sure that the radius around your house is safe. you were about to turn around until you see something shiny a bit further out. you go to investigator. upon shuffling the sand that covered the object reveals it to be a old helmet. by coincidence it was made out of the same material as the relay. you get the sudden urge to see if you can find anything else but at last you give up on that motion and swim back to your somewhat safe hive.
==>

upon returning to the hatch you you look at the helmet you found. by the looks of the barnacles growing off it you could say it's been around for awhile but the material seems to be in perfect condition like the relay. must be the metals properties.

you avert your attention from the mask and put it away into your file sylladex which to be quite frank much more easy to handle then the other models.
you enter the hatch to your hive and boot up the hive top and see if it has fixed it.
==>

"... Vhat am i looking at?" you say as you observe the weird witting that took over your Morse code messages. it appears one of the humans many languages have taken up residence as your computer language. you fumble awhile until you find the language settings.
sadly English isn't installed.
you fumble even more till you find the English install file and activate it. this will most likely take up some of your time. so you log in to trollian and try to contact your friends.

devilishBladesmen [DB] is online

DB: hallo ...
DB: prisni ... saj të punës ?
DB: أوه، الانتظار . تحدث قريبا.
DB: Եթե ​​կա մեկը , որ կարող է թարգմանել այս.
DB: insanlar gedən bir müharibə var bilmirəm .
DB: edo gertatuko da ...
DB: але калі хто - то робіць гэта атрымаць .
DB: সবাই করিম !!!

you sit there twiddling your thumbs waiting for a response that may not ever come.

Jace: Do stupidly dangerous teleportation things

Now began the real fun. In theory, this should work. It is, after all, a theory.

You can only hope that you don't cull--kill, you mean kill--your moirail. Redundantly closing your eyes, you put your weight against the button, recalling the squiddles and anything that happened to be touching them.

This might take a while. In the mean time, you open the laptop to adress the--OH HOLY SH*T! So many messages...how would you answer them all?


Jace: Fuck that

You cannot be rude to your friends!


Jace: Procrastinate

NOW your talking.

Oroelo: Be spirited away on a magic carpet of squiddles

You sit there rather perplexed at the request, instead hugging onto one of previously mentioned squiddles and letting out a small giggle as you felt the warmth that came with the swarm. Then the warmth got a little warmer, and when you opened our eyes to see why, you were not in your room.

You quickly assumed you were just being paranoid and went back to enjoying your squiddles, until the nagging thought that maybe you weren't actually in your room came back. You sigh and open your eyes again, looking around.....This wasn't your room.

Oroelo: Freak the fuck out

Instead of doing that, you cover you head with your hands, clench your eyes shut, and let out a small whimper as you shake, just waiting for some high blood to come in, a subjugulator knowing your luck, and cull you for breaking your people's laws.

You wanted Moirail so badly, you wanted Jace here to help you. "...jace......Jace, help me...." You let out pitifully, slightly happy he wasn't here to see your cowering, even though you had no idea he was actually very close by to you and could likely hear your cowering.

>Jace: Investigate weird noise.

You look up. Weird noise? You look around, as if that did anything. Turns out there was. Was that...crying?

>Jace: Investigate weird noise.

Alright alright! You heard the mysterious voice the first time! You stuff your hands in your pockets and walk around the lab, ending up at the Appearify platform. You reach out, grabbing one of the little dolls and squeezing it. You give the squiddles a weird look. Was it crying?

You laugh. Wow you were out of it. You jump onto the pile, sinking into it a bit, the soft pile accepting your weight. You begin to wonder about the game...and then remember your messages. You sigh and pull your laptop out of the modus. Your fingers were gonna hurt.

You felt multiple vibration in your pocket, your trollian mobile app going crazy as it was filled with messages. You took a look at it, hoping not to disturb the weight that was ontop of you which you basically knew for a fact was a high blood.

Keeping your gasping sobs quiet, you message back, hoping this person could help you.

Chat log:

After you send the messages, you realize that the only person who could help you was Jace, and he wasn't here. You felt more distant from him then you ever had been before, this thought bringing a cascade of despair to you as you pondered what would happen to you.

=> Check on the highblood.

You shake your head, but only slightly, to not alert the highblood you definitely weren't gonna go looking for.

=> Do it, you're dead anyways, might as well see if you have a chance.

But you don't have a chance you think, you mind going haywire and making monsters appear around you again. One in particular was something like an animatronic entertainment drone fused with some sort of horrorterror beast that vaguely resembled a bear, a chicken, and some other kind of furred animal common in human society.

You weren't afraid of it though, cause it's not like it could hurt you, nor would it want to you being its creator. You just continued on with your panicking, the beast walking towards what you assumed was a annoyed highblood.

To DB:
BA: Can you type in English? Or Swahili? Something I could possibly understand?

To PA:
BA: Do YOU know anything about this morse code thing?
BA: I could really use the help, friend.

And finally, to TT:

BA: You got my squiddles then? Oh good.
BA: Sorry about the recall though. I was testing something that didn't work....
BA: I'll send them back once I get out of this pile.
BA: Hold up....
BA: Someone's in my lab.

You slowly get out of your moirail's pile, pulling a cane out of your strife specibus. Whoever broke in was gonna get it. You slowly draw the blade from the cane, making sure the intruder heard the blade. They must be afraid...they must be wetting themselves right now.

Dear lord in heaven its a troll.

You could almost taste the horns on this troll (they tasted like candy corn) even though you were a few feet away from her/him. How did she/he find you? What did she/he want?

==>TT: Respond you your Moirail

You jolt when you see that you Moirail responded to you, you thumbs tapping rapidly, not noticing the weight above you removing itself from the pile of squiddles you were currently in.

Chat Log:

You stare up at the human as he stared back down at you, you head poking slightly out of the pile. Your eyes immediatly went wide at the sight of him, sinking back a bit with fear at the initial reveal of who had basically been sitting on you. Suddenly, you started thinking. The Squiddles were from Jace, and he said he had recalled them. You also knew he was both male and a human....

Looking up to the human, you eyes no longer afraid but filled with rising excitement.

...J-jace? is thhhhat you?

>Jace: Flip out.

You're flipping out days ended a long time ago. Presumably the day you lost your eyesight. You do however frown at this troll's recognition of you.

No one knew your name, except your Sis and....

Yunare.

"Oroelo?" He cautiously reached out, brushing his fingers on her face, tracing it, giving yourself a mental image of her face.

You wanted to believe that it was her. You really did. But you didn't have blind faith in something unlikely--presumably something popping out of nowhere.

Oroelo Leaned into the touch of the Human slightly, feeling comforted by his presence. With an excited yelp, you push your way from within the squiddle pile and jump into Jace, though not to much to knock him down. Your arms wrap around his waist and you hug him tight, feeling so thrilled to not only be away from that horrible place you called home and to be with your moirail.

[TT]: I-i...i can't believe it! hhhhow did you get me hhhhere? Whhhhat's with all thhhhese machines?

You ask, before shaking your head and hugging the human tighter

[TT]:....ohhhh, never mind. i'm just so glad to be hhhhere....

You say, smiling up at him, then remembering he had lost his sight, frowning a bit at how he couldn't seeyour face. However, you quickly move on from that, hugging him more to make up for all thos eyears you were just stuck talking on a computer.

==> Be the other human
He's a bit busy right now. Are you sure?
==>I can't do drama right now. Please??
Ohhhh boy well you're in for some drama of a different kind. But cool. You are now the other human who needs an awesome name.
==>Enter Name
Your Noble Name is Will Alvon. JESUS FUCK DO YOU LOVE THEATER. Like so much, you might as well marry it. Your interests primarily revolve around it. Shakespeare is your favorite of course, both troll and human, as they both have so many complex layers of brilliance, you could never choose. Other then that you love READING ALL THE BOOKS, especially old ones. You are a skilled REENACTOR and ACTOR, and you love IRISH FOLK MUSIC. You also are a brilliant ASTRONOMER and love the stars.Your handle is [YS]:YorricksSkull And you type in Short succinct sentences Unless stirred to great heights of excitements and fever, wherein you grow more and more verbose and dramatic!
You also just killed a luses by beating its head in with telekineticly controlled copy bards collected works. What will you do?
==> Examine kill
You don't know why the stray lusii seem to target your home with animistic fever but its become quite a challenge to keep them off your shores. This one was particularly fearsome and gave you quite the challenge. It's not often you have to whip out your telekinetic powers. unfortunately, its dead now, and you are left with little to do.
=>Check Pesterchum
You whip out your ye old phonee and open up pesterchum. You log in with a grin, hoping someone will ring you up with some entertaining chatter.
[YS]:YorricksSkull: is now online

>Jace: Flip out now?

You would. You really would. Except...

You're paralyzed.

Not from anything LIFE THREATENING, but from shock. This troll was your moirail, and you somehow summoned her here. Well then.

You are also frozen from being hugged. No one has hugged you in so long. Sis isn't that warm of a person. She would give you the occasional pat on the back, but that was it.

What do you do? Hug her back?

Your phone beeps, indicating that someone was online. Slipping it out of your pocket you look to see who it--oh dear god.

Not this guy.

You befriended this guy because he SEEMED cool at the time, but...

He was crazy.

He honest to god believed that he had telekinesis. A thing that only trolls could do.

Unless....

You WERE pale dating a troll, which you didn't realize until recently. Which reminds you. You wrap one arm around Oroelo's back, sort of hugging her while looking cool at the same time. The shades only augmented your coolness.

Yeah.

Your coolness is interupted by beepng from your laptop. Not Pesterchum; you would've gotten it on your phone too.

Was it the game?

>Be the Laptop.

You become the laptop? Or just show it off anyways.

A window is open, showing the SBURB/SGRUB logo. And a timer.

3 hours 14 minutes

==> Be that troll that seemed to go dark for a while.
You wake up from that slumber you didn't even know you entered. But you're not in your hive.
You're back on that weird dark/purple planet which seemed to have it out for you, well at least the authority. The "civilians" seemed to not give a dam about you.

Right now you're sitting in a puddle in a dark ally way covered in old newspapers. Apparently these guys and some white ones have been in a cold war like your race and those humans have been in for a while. You get up to realize your'e still wearing those silly purple pj's. Hardly holding together after the last scramble you were in you sneak around looking for some new duds.

After awhile you find some clothes that fit your lean and tall size. You start to walk off until you're interrupted by a familial voice.

"Jacks back baby!"

Jack stand behind you with two of his goons at hand.
The last time you had a scruff with him both were left badly defeated and both made quick retreats. Sadly you have just kept having straight draws when it came to encounters. You turn around and go for your blade... only to realize you don't have one in here. Neither do you have your metal gauntlet so your punch is generally weaker here.

"Vhat do you have against me?"

"OH, it's nothing personal. Just business."

His goons pull out their pistols.

"End him."

Feeling the embrace of your moirail made you feel warm, and the thought he was reciprocating made the whole experience worth it, as any thought of this being a mistake left you. Not paying any mind to the beeping you look up and smile again at your moirail, to happy for the thought of him being blind to affect you.

....Sqo, now thhhhat i'm hhhhere....whhhhat do we do?

you asked, still grateful to be there but unsure of what they could do now. The game was still an option, and the thought of being able to effectivly team up sounded incredibly fun, but you wanted to do what Jace wanted to do more, so you waited for his answer, hoping from toe to toe excitedly as you contemplated what sort of activities humans did that were likely far more fun then troll activities.

Veekus leaps behind a wall to escape the sudden bullet-storm that followed.
unarmed and feeling like he was waking up he had to defuse this scenario quickly.
most likely because his life depended on it.
Veekus fumbled around on the ground till his hand grabbed something.
"Huh."
he jumps up after garbing the item, moves out of his cover and yells.
"EAT SHRAPNEL YOU BASTARDS!!!" throwing the grenade into the direction of the goons.
the goons jump duck and roll before seeing that the grenade was in fact... a can.
before the could get up and continue their firing session Veekus had already abscond out of there.
Infuriated by their failure Jack knocked them on over their heads.
"YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF AIR CONSUMING BASTARD LET HIM GET AWAY!!!"

(bump)

(bump)

(dead :( )

(i now declare this thread is dead)

(rebooting...)

==> Be the blonde chick

You are now the blonde chick and even though it has been 13 years since you were given life, it is only now that you'll be given a name.

==> ENTER NAME

Stubby Mc-

Before you can finish typing, she jabs a long fencing sword through the text box.
Let's try again.

Aria Kenzier

Now that's better.
You are Aria Kenzier, a young teen who enjoys lazing around the house and you have a deep deep love for birds. Also, due to your dislike of work, you tend to type in a veri lezi mener wit lots of spilin misteks which you don't bother correcting, it's too much work! Your chumhandle is dazedPixie and you do enjoy chatting with your friends, though they do have some trouble deciphering your words every now and then...

==> Aria, pester someone

Be the dreamer ==>
Veekus wakes up in-front of his husktop after escaping jack.
apparently you have finally fond someone online.

try to get their attention ==>

you responsed unaware of the problem that you still have with multiply languages but not English.
[DB]devilishBladesmen continues pestering
[DB]:zdravo
[DB]:Em pot llegir ?
[DB]:Ako plaged sa usa ka pinulongan bug apan kon kamo makahimo sa paghubad kini thats maayo.