Sburb: Omicron Session

==> Watch your friend

It seems that your friend is trying to fend off many invisible bugs. You may need to help him out.

Greg: closE your EyEs and think about not dying=(3!

==> Think about not dying!

You think about not dying. It's pretty nice, not being dead. You'd like to be edgy and say otherwise, but in all seriousness, you rather like being alive. No matter how depressed you may find yourself, you still think you're pretty super and being dead is no fun.

==> Fly.

You open your eyes, and find that you are literally flying. You swing around, you do loop-de-loops, and let out an obnoxious YEAAAAHHHHH like Atreyu on Falcor.

You continue to swerve around wildly, until you land a haymaker on one of the random assholes walking around. YEAH. THIS IS YOUR DREAM.

YOU ARE A MAN NOW.

==> Keep on walking

You keep walking, much to the dismay of your feet. Your socks were chaffing your feet and your jeans were doing the same to your legs. Curse these curve hugging skinny jeans. Why did you ever let yourself buy these? BLUH BLUH BLUH HUGE SALE BLUH BLUH BLUH. You never understood what drew you to sales and thrift shops. Surely not Macklemore's catchy song about popping tags with only 20 dollars in his pocket.
You start singing to yourself, modifying the words slightly.

Lucy: {i'm gonna pop some...}
Lucy: {Tabs?}
Lucy: {only got 20 boons in my pocket...}
Lucy: {maybe this is why i never became an artist.}
Lucy: {gosh i'm lonely!}
Lucy: {and now i want some Tab!}
Lucy: {maybe if i drink enough Tab, i'll be able to make a mini town out of cans!}

==> Cheer on your friend

Greg: yEs=(3!
Greg: i knEw you had Fighting in you=(3!

==> Be overwhelmed with emotion

Your best friend has finally learned how to fight! You fly up to him and, in a moment of confusion, wrap you arms around him tightly. Not the toughest action, but you didn't know how else to express yourself.

==> EMBRACE YOUR GOOD MAN WARMLY

You do so, as tears of manly femininity (if that's a thing) stream down your stupefied cheeks. This is the greatest, yet weirdest thing of all time. Thank goodness this is just a dream!

==-> All right, let us end this moment of thinly-veiled "brofection!"

You break off from the embrace, slightly alarmed by a strange-sounding voice in your head (one not belonging to you, that is,) and its insistence that you stop embracing your protege. However, you think in your normal brain-voice this time, it's probably nothing.

Greg: um(3(3(3 wEll, how about wE go ExplorE now-(3?
Greg: utilizE your nEwFound Fist Fury=(3!

==> Regain composure

You figure you should humor this dream projection of your good fellow before you hilariously send piles of fat, sweaty, unwashed sumo-wrestlers cascading upon him.

CAEL: Yeah man, totally.
CAEL: Holy shit though, would you look at the sky?
CAEL: This shit's beautiful.

==> Agree

Greg: that it is(3
Greg: you know, thE last timE i was hErE, i could havE sworn i saw somE sort oF picturE in it(3
Greg: wEird, huh-(3?

You look up at the clouds along with your friend. It is, in fact, beautiful.

==> Try to see a picture

You fail to do so.


CAEL: I can't seem to see one.
CAEL: What sort of picture? Like an actual photograph, or like an image?

==> Harness the essence of the moron

Greg: i dont know(3
Greg: just a picturE(3
Greg: but anyways, lEts go=(3!

You fly off towards a large fancy-looking building in the distance, beckoning Cael to follow you.

==> Follow Greg

You fly into the air, taking in the amazing sights, from the gold towers, buildings, sidewalks, and the chump whimpering on the ground. You'd feel bad, but he doesn't exist and thus doesn't have feelings.

You see the building that Greg is flying towards. You know, you recall that being in a dream makes strange things not seem very strange until you wake up, yet this is all pretty funking strange.

==> Fly more

That was sort of a given. Instead, you actually think about the flying itself, and how relaxing it is and how natural it feels. You wish you could always fly. Just imagine the new complexity it could bring to fisticuffs, as well!

#OOC:

(You have a good'n!)

(Night sir dude~)

(It was quite possibly the greatest sleep ever had in this mortal plane.)

(Sorry I haven't replied in a while. First day of school was today and I was super busy. Might not be able to get on much while school is getting started.)

(School sucks terribly. I've still got a third of a month, but I can relate in unresponsiveness due to my family's current affairs

Because babbies.)

==> Turn around and battle whatever is wapping your head.

You do so, only to find you are actually awake. That was some dream! All you know is that it was a good thing you did wake up, because an awful lot of those assholes were crowding around the one you delivered a manly haymaker to.

Either way though, the thing that was whacking you was totally an imp.

==> Pester all chums for battle advice

QC: Yeah so um
QC: There's another imp in my room, and let's just say I didn't do so hot against the last one.
QC: Halp plz lel

(Geez, babbies and school? Sound like a rough road fer both'a ya.)

==> Notice your friend dropping like a stone

You do so while looking back to check on him. It seems that he has woken up too early! You swoop down and catch him HEROICALLY, and fly him back to his tower where you lay him in bed. Seeing his collapsed form makes you feel similarly tired, and you collapse right then and there.

(School is not as bad as babbies! XD)

==> Use Wrist-top to answer chum.

AV: {Jjust use this format:}
AV: {Sstep 1: Ttake your weapon.}
AV: {Sstep 2: Hhit the imp as hard as you can.}
AV: {Sstep 3: Wwin fabulous prizes.}

==> Answer chum

You can't do that! You're too groggy from waking up! Besides, it's probably nothing life-or-death important.

==> Reply to chum

You power through the eye pokes and hair tugs to message her back


QC: But it's haaaaaarrrrrrrrd
QC: All I have is my dumb aluminum bat that's made for nine year-olds
QC: And they're all dodgy and punchy and shit hurts
QC: This one isn't so bad but I'm genuinely half-dead. Is there like, first-aid in this terrible game?

(Babies... Woah. Band camp ain't got nothing on that. ;P)

==> Reply to chum

WO: {hit 'em where it hurts?}
WO: {:twisted:}
WO: {oops, meant *hurts!}
WO: {mwahahahaha!!!!!}
WO: {i'd help ya out buuuuut...
WO: {i don't have access to my laptop atm.}
WO: {:/}

==> Shield your eyes from the sun

You place your hands over your eyes and peer up at the sky. Boy the sun was sure bright. You were sure you were going to have a nice farmers tan. Bluh, you didn't like getting tan, because it first required getting brighter than a cooked lobster. It was extremely painful. You glance down at your fore-arms and moan. They were starting to turn a teeny bit pink. Let's pick up the pace girly, don't want you to suffer from harmful sun rays.

==> Reply to Lulu

QC: Derr
QC: Is that like, legal?
QC: I don't really care, but like
QC: I feel like either I'm completely stupid, or I missed a lot of information.
QC: Or I'm still doubting the capabliilites of this unethical game.
QC: How do?


==> Now Lucy

QC: Did an Imp steal it?
QC: What are you doing now anywho?

==> Stop being so... greggy

No. Stop it. You do not make jokes. That is not a suitable replacement for "groggy." I was wrong to demand jokes of you before.

==> Pester Cael

FE: hEllo=(3!
FE: i sEE that you wokE up from thE drEam planEt=(3!
FE: so how arE you doing-(3?