The Syllvatian Game (Sroot)

==> Get up
You decide now is a good time to wake up from your endless slumber something seemed wrong now. You go look at your computer to see what's up.

Reply to green text guy:

You begin to just poke at stuff aimlessly like these things are some how toys of some sort.

==> Be the fungus firl once more.



Okay, deep breaths.  It's one of your friends, and everyone was learning this game together.

pM: Oh, okay then. -'u'-;
pM: Guess we figure it out as we go.  Thanks for the help! -^u^-
pM: ~{THIS BETTER NOT HAPPEN AGAIN}~

Oh, that reminds you.  You are someone else's server player, aren't you?

pheroMistress has begun Trelling atlasRadix

pM: Hey there, hope you're ready to play! -'u'- ~{BECAUSE I AM NOT GOING TO WAIT ON YOU}~
pM: Let's just get this silly little Cruxtruder heeeere....

Suddenly the large device drops right in the middle of the foy's room.  

Before you could do anything else, though, you get a message from the green text guy...

pM: Welp, better get moving or get dying -'o'-
pM: That thing there should do for now, gotta relocate, brb ~{@


pheroMistress has stopped Trelling atlasRadix

==>  Captchalogue your Treepad



Hmm...you would do that right away, but since things are probably going to get destroyed, you choose to save your KNIGHT DESPERADO poster first, captchalogging it before your TREEPAD.  You would save the great TREELY RAY CYRUS poster, but you don't want too much clutter in your inventory, and now isn't the time to think of your favorite song...

==> Zoom out



Yep.  Need to get running to get to that Cruxtruder.  You also feel a distinct shaking in the caves.  Oh well, probably apocalypse.

==> Walk up to the other side of the bridge



Well, you're here and you haven't wasted much time...maybe.  You remember the green text guy's words, and you see that orb right there staring back at you.  What could you possibly prototype it with...

==> ~{HAVE AN IDEA}~



~{WELL, MAYBE THERE IS ONE THING YOU COULD PROTOTYPE THAT WAS RIGHT THERE IN YOUR BROKEN ROOM...}~

==> Do something stupid

You go ahead and captchalogue your EVIL DIARY.  To your perception, it's a blank book, but part of you knows the things you've left there written night after night...

And so, seeing no problem in throwing a blank diary into the machine, you just do it to save yourself time.

==> Watch the results



You successfully prototyped EERIESPRITE.

==> Now that you have actually accomplished something, be that firl from before.

Your name is LESIA ELAIS and-Ohmygodwhatisthatsmell.

==> Find the source of the stench.

You pick up your bags of perfume. What stench?

==>

Your name is LESIA ELAIS, and you HATE STUPIDITY, which happens to be a common trait for EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR YOU-Oh come on, twice?

==> Lesia: Look outside, whatever made that noise sounds like it was out there.

Oh no.
As you peer out your window, you see your forest being shot at by the huge Troll Warship. You've been lurking in that "Sroot Game Chat" for quite a while now, not chiming in or anything since, you know, they're all complete idiots. Until now. You frantically get to your computer to warn the others, and to save yourself.

Sroot Game Chat:

As Echin poked the surface of the large device with the cylinder on top of it, a small chirp came from her Trellian program, indicating a message

Reply to green text guy:

After that explanation, our dear host did the next logical step and sent the walkthrough to all of his players, in order for them to be expedient in their entering of the game. Of course, with 11 minutes left, they would not enter to quickly.

==>

The night was quite in the desert, and it was odd. Many within your village could not seem to find much food, though the night was young and the sun had not so long ago set. Surely they would find all the necessities one found in nature. Soon you would have to meet with an Abyssian Agent, and you would begin your latest exercises and they would also... sap, some of your poisons. That above all you hated, but poisoners were in lack thus it was your duty to provide in its absence.

Providence in Absence.

It was a Mantra they taught that had two meanings: One.) it meant that where there is Absence it should be our duty to Provide and Two.) that where there is a great Lack, those that learn to deal with it rather than 'repair' what is natural, shall Prosper.

In this instance you fulfill the first meaning.

==>

That meeting however, wasn't until a few hours in the future, and a very rare occurrence of free time opened up for you. Passively, you roll ideas in your head as to what you would like to do.

What would you like to do?

==> WITNESS THE END OF THE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT

...

Well then...

No...

==> Fiddle on your computer.

Hastily, you comply to this suggestion as your run away from the last one. You have no idea where that came from.

You seem to aimlessly wander through the desert in the cover of a dimming night, and you see in the distance what you believe to be the remainder of the setting sun. Passing it off as normal enough, your eyes kinda glaze over the fact the sun had set nearly 45 minutes ago...

Finally, you reach a stone mound out of the ground you are most familiar with. You seem to aimlessly grope the edges of the stone until you find a loose stone, and pull up. Like a lever the stone structure sticking out of a dune quickly becomes a cave. You aren't entirely sure what made this thing, but you have loved exploring it since. There was even a most mysterious object within it that you put most of your free time into.

You have the sneaking suspicion it is some variant of the latest technological craze of a 'computer'. Or at least, it was the latest technological craze that the desert people have heard of. You puzzled over its function for months, and some aspects of it still baffle you. You sort of have handle over it you think. You wonk the thing a few times as it runs start up, completely oblivious to massive destruction going on in the horizon, that your village folk has already caught wind of happening.

The Guild had called her to her 'exercise' meeting to combat this event, however the Trollian forces had advanced far more quickly than any Mandrake could imagine.

==> Start Trelling

Oh my.

It seems things have been busy since you've been away...

Deciphering what you could from the massive blocks of texts you were pseudo familiar with, much of it you could tell was very confusing.

Confusion:

==> Raise a cactus-brow

Indeed you do. You have a hunch that the various inconsistencies throughout the 'conversation'... or rather... quite interestingly to you, the lack of any coherent consistency, means many things. For one, there was a void that required providence, of whom this 'green text guy' did not seem to motivate in the tree people (likely through no fault of his own, other than that he was inmandrake). You had no idea what was going on, but you knew you wanted to find out.

(PA) ProvidenceAbsent has joined Sroot Game Chat

PA: >|< I Hail from Deserts
PA: I Fear Much Discord Plagues Us
PA: Let Me Speak in Haste
PA: >|< Take Good Faith Friends
PA: Let Us Cease the Discord Here
PA: Respond Unto Me
PA: >|< Let Not the Void Close
PA: Death Shall Not Take Us Today
Pa: Should You Respond Now


==>

Your “accent” may make things slightly unclear, but perhaps your flowing prose would sooth the others into compliance. “Filling” a void was difficult, as you merely gave it the illusion the void was not present, as such in times of confusion even those who are level headed and bent upon bringing order to a situation cannot tame the wilds of many people.

Be the bunkered in psychic.

Well whatever is supposed to be happening it isn't happening nearly fast enough, and you're running out of things to throw to hold this invading force back, and so far there are only two or three. If you want to defend your home then you're going to need this game to progress but you can't stop and head for your oganicomputer, that would give these strangers time to gain ground.
You can hear the chat blinking with new messages but you don't have the time and you're too caught up in the panic to focus on more than one thing.
Just keep throwing and hope someone does something before you run out of stuff to throw.