Sgrub - Theta Session

====> Return to Grubtop

You finish fashioning your fourth piece, and check your messages. It seems as if your subordinate has messaged you.

TA: Fine.
TA: I-->will-->be-->The-->leader.
TA: BuT-->noT-->some-->fake-->leader.
TA: I-->will-->noT-->be-->made-->a-->figurehead.
TA: I-->will-->be-->in-->ToTal-->conTrol.
TA: Now-->ThaT-->we-->are-->undersTood,-->how-->do-->we-->play-->This-->game?

==> Re-Pester: gameKiller

FL: Okay.
FL: What one are you launching?
FL: The server?
FL: Or the Client?

==> Are you truly ready?

You know it! You are always ready for a game like any other!

==>Reply to moirail first.

YC: I haave no ideaa whaat it's counting down to~!
YC: Whaat if it's counting down to aa paarty~?

==>Secretly reply to Neithe.

You don't think your moirail would like you messaging the "h1bl00d." You don't think they get along well. You could be wrong (that happens often), but you don't think you are this time. You hide your PolarPlay, the tiny game system your lusus made for you, in your coat and type inconspicuously. The PolarPlay conveniently has internet access.

YC: Aaw, don't you think aa poor lowblood liqe me should get aa chaance to leaad~?
YC: Even if it is secretly~?
YC: This might be my only chaance due to my shorter life expectaancy thaan highbloods liqe you~!
YC: Pleeeeeaase~? I'll do whaatever you waant~!
YC: I'll aadmit you aare superior~!
YC: O GREAAT AAND HONORAABLE HIGHBLOOD, YOU AARE THE SUPERIOR TO A LOWLY EMERAALD BLOOD LIQE MYSELF~
YC: See~? I caalled myself lowly, even though emeraald is pretty high on the hemospectrum~!

(Sorry, my days & nights are joshed up so I've not been able to be on the same time you guys have. ): I'm going to try and get it right tonight, though, so, yeah.)


>Reply to Memo

SS: Woah, are we starting already??
SS: Do I connect to someone or does someone connect to me??

>Run around room and find needed things

You begin running around the room as per the request by the voice in your head. You wonder when that voice got here. Maybe forever? I think so. It's been there for as long as you can remember... Anyway, you run about the room, your greatcoat flapping all about as you try to scoop up your things with one arm... Which is hard. As you finally get everything you'd need, you realize that... You're playing a game. You don't need stuff for computer games! You mean, PODTOP games! You have no clue what a computer is.

>Return to PODTOP and view memo

You do.

====> Reply to subordinate

TA: Perhaps.
TA: We-->will-->see-->when-->This-->game-->sTarTs.
TA: Now-->I-->command-->you-->To-->Tell-->me-->how-->This-->game-->works.

(That's fine!)

==>Respond to highblood.

YC: Hehe~ Oqaay~
YC: I'm not really sure myself how this gaame works, but I'll tell you whaat I think~
YC: Everyone haas to connect to two people: aa server aand aa client~ You haave to be aa server aand aa client aat leaast once~
YC: Liqe how Ditaanaa is my server~!
YC: I thinq the purpose of th gaame is to get to something caalled the Medium~
YC: No ideaa whaat thaat is, but it sounds fun~!

==>Pester tantamountAssesser


AG: Homie
AG: You started the game? Like, clicked .exe or .dmg or .pift? It is running?
AG: We are all slowly fading. Ok I am slowly fading from my hive. Shit's unreal.
AG: I should say it's some plot device to 8e used against us
AG: Planets appear and motherfuck what do we know, this game is WHACK I tells you.
AG: Someone please explain why suddenly I feels y'alls presence. It is ghastly.
AG: Ima kick some of you losers in the gut if shit don't calm down.
AG: I mean, uhm, Ima shake your hands, friends. Just another adventure to be fucked with.
AG: There's a cool looking 8lack planet, Ima head there, it's kinda leaky but see ya on the flipside, I dare you highlowssuperiorssu8missive lost souls to meet me thurr.
AG: My messages of previous nature were intercepted 8y the w8.
AG: It's not a fair game, cahoots! I smell cahoots!


Holy high rolling motherfuq, it's seriously dense now. The earth is sticky and there's green clouds. Like, neon green swirly clouds a8ove. You are lost but not that lost to cry for WELP. Wait till someone appears in the game. Are you even playing the same game as others? Where's the memo at? Ah, here, conveniently folded in your meril maril merino sweater. Better than Cashmere, sweet motherchums. Where's I?

==>pester yesterdaysCelebration

AG: O hai Alette
AG: what's going on on your end of the river we call 'the game'? The stick we play with, what's on your end of it?
AG: 8ecause I am on some planet. I didn't plan it to 8e so. I ran the game and stuff got faded out and I could pick a place, and this planet looks formidable enough for epic battles.
AG: Help a girl out and come plot with me
AG: against the cahoots

==>keep on hoping, the eight8all has nothing to say.

You smash the eight8all into the leaky earth of the planet and sigh. 'Yes' is no answer for your situation. You watch the clouds swirl in appreciation of the holiness of the world. Harr harr, yeah right.

==> Memo first, Say your plan.

Okey. Thanks for the idea voice.

==> Your welcome

Wrong your, it supposed to be you're.

==> Shuttup human.

Kay, Don't get alll pissy, jeez

GK: OKay I think that FL and myself each need to either be a server player or client for one of you. So. . . Who wants to host us/ be our clients?
GK: Anyone?
GK: I'll give you a cookie :D

==> Cookie? Really?

Yus. Cookies are awesome don't diss.

==. Fine. Jill again if you please.

Alright.

GK: Jill I can still be a server player for you, but you'll need to be a server for one of those people.
GK: Or vise-versa It's your choice.

====> Recieve the highblood's message

You do, but cannot decipher it. You decide not to respond.

====> Respond to greenblooded officer

TA: I-->will-->be-->The-->mysTeryblood's-->server.
TA: I-->assume-->That-->is-->similar-->To-->being-->it's-->leader.

====> Troll the mysteryblood

TA: I-->am-->going-->To-->be-->your-->server.
TA: This-->means-->ThaT-->you-->will-->do-->as-->I-->order.
TA: Are-->we-->undersTood?

==> Pester: gameKiller

You go to pester gamekiller some more as you begin to read a book of jokes.

FL: So it seems.
FL: I'm still yet deciding who I should signal out of them peoples in the memo.
FL: I did however had a small talk with apocalypseNow.
FL: But that "Troll" brought our conversation to no where.
FL: Said "Well, to us, you're the alien."
FL: Not too sure what he meant with that, or that he was trolling like the rest.
FL: But I don't know.
FL: Hard to tell if they are telling the truth or not.
FL: But other than that!
FL: I'll happy to be your client! ;D
FL: Doctor doctor, every time I drink a cup of hot chocolate I get a stabbing pain in the eye.
FL: Try taking the spoon out first.
FL: :b
FL: What is your IP?

==> Look at the memo

You look back at the memo of the last messages and start to ponder.

==> Respond to memo

Maybe you should breathe life back into it.

FL: I'm finding it quite odd that this memo has gotten quiet so sudden.
FL: Did something happen?

==>You are bored.

No shit.

AG: I can 8e the host. The vast quantities of my potential spaces are ready to take on a client.
AG: And I am already stuck on a leaky planet with not much to do.

==> Jillian

That's not her name! IT's just jill.

==> Just pester her.

okey

GK: Awesome. Heres the ip thing.
GK: 978.4245.134.54
GK: COnnecttttt.


==> Memo, Is that good?

Sure.

GK: Okey. . .Yea it got quite.
GK: ._.

==> AG?

GK: Hey AG, YOu can be my server I guess.
GK: or the COmmand guy. You guys deicde.
GK: Sound good?

==> slam that Ip in your cliente!

Commanding voice knows Spanish? Oh well. You grab the Ip from your friend Jesse's pestering log and enter it in the requiring Internet protocol box. When you hit enter, you start to suddenly watch this spiral graph spinning around as music plays. There is a loading bar at the bottom as you wait for its completion whiles you start to draw a picture.

==> Is both of those things done?

Yes for the drawing, but not as of yet for the game. Just a tiny bit to go.

==> Hey the music stopped

You glance up at the screen seeing the sgrub logo appear on screen bobbing up and down.

==> Inform Jessica

What?

==> Just go and pester gameKiller

...Okay...

FL: Its done loading.
FL: Nothing had happened on my end.
FL: Just a floating logo on my computer screen...
FL: :/
FL: That's disappointing.
FL: I was expecting much more from this game.

You stare at the screen and decided to jump off your computer chair to look at your own drawing you've done in your hands.

==> Be amazed.

GK: Jill.
GK: Jill girl.
GK: Jill I can see you.
GK: Yo what did you draw?
GK: Is it pretty?

==> Move cursor to Jill's hand

You do, and you poke her hand. Then move the cursor back and forth as if to wave at her.

GK: JIll I can see you.
GK: This is way past cool.
GK: As in I am in another universe of cool.
GK: Uh, I can move stuff too.
GK: I put your bed back though, don't worry.

==> Look at the menu

Ye, ye.

GK: Jill there are things to put down.
GK: I wanna boop them down where do you want it?

==> Read the highblood's message

Wha? No. No! NO!!!

FC: No.
FC: Nononononononono
FC: Nop3!
FC: N000000000000000.
FC: NO!
FC: No.

==> You really don't want her as your server, huh?

No! You're afraid she'll drop something on you and make you bleed.

==> Respond to memo

FC: 1 n33d 4 s3rv3r pl4y3r
FC: How 1sn'7 7h3 h1ghblood 1 l1k3 7o me22 w17h
FC: Plea2e
FC: 1'm 4fr14d h3'll drop 2omething on m3
FC: )8{

==> Look at pester log

You look at the pester log of your friend Jesse when you suddenly felt a light poke at your hands. You look up at the courser swaying side to side when it zoomed across to your bed. You blink at this in surprise and decided to get out your mobile phone. You turn on your mobile phone and open up the pesterchum app. Once on the pesterchum app, you begin pestering gameKiller with it.

FL: You can see me?
FL: Also how did you managed to pick up my stuff?
FL: :U
FL: Also here is the picture!
FL: look!

==> Hold up picture

You hold up the picture you've drawn at the ceiling. Maybe she can see?


==> Gog! That's terrifying!

I like to draw okay?

==> Right, right. Pester: gameKiller

FL: Also for the stuff to be planted.
FL: Maybe in my kitchen?
FL: If there is room.

====> Be the highblood

You respond to the mysteryblood.

TA: Yes.
TA: I-->do-->noT-->Think-->you-->undersTand.
TA: You-->are-->To-->follow-->my-->orders.
TA: NoT-->To-->conTend-->wiTh-->Them.
TA: Now-->I-->command-->you-->To-->do-->The-->game-->Thing.

==> Be the mystery blood

Voice in my head, help!

==> Can't, sorry

...

==> Respond to high blood

FC: ...
FC: F1n3...
FC: )8{
FC: Bu7 you'r3 2till no7 7h3 bo22 of m3, h1ghblood!
FC: 38<{

==> Do the game thing

You start up the client server begrudgingly.

FC: 7h3r3.
FC: 1 2tarted 7h3 cl13n7 7hing.
FC: ...
FC: a22hole.

====> Be the server

TA: Good.
TA: Now-->iT's-->my-->Turn.

You register the mysteryblood as your client, and start up the game.

==>Respond to AG first.

YC: Hiyaa Vriskaa~!
YC: On my end of the sticq, things aare going pretty well~
YC: I got aa bunch of maachines shoved in my hive aand now I'm using them~
YC: Whaat's this aabout aa new plaanet~?
YC: Aand plotting~? I'm not much of aa plotter~!

==>Respond to TA.

YC: I hope Ditaanaa doesn't mind you being her server~! Hehe~!

==>Take that Cruxite Dowel and that card and put them in the Totem Lathe.

Is that what you're supposed to do? Whatever you say mysterious voice!

You do as the voice says and take the Dowel and the pre-punched card to the Totem Lathe. You put them in and watch it carve the Dowel.

==> Place things down.

You're very striaght forwards you know that?

==> Breaking the fourth wall is not smart, Missy.

Oh I do what I want, the fourth wall can deal.

==> *Grumble* Jill.


Kay. You place down the items - or what can fit rather - into the kitchen. It didn't quite work, but maybe this is like sims, but in real life. You click on the wall, dragging them outwards. It expands outwards, and you now have more room! You place down the last item, messanging her.

GK: Jilll.
GK: the stuff is in the kitchen.
GK: Also that is a badass picture.
GK: Seriously, can you draw a dragon or something like that?
GK: Badass.

==> Pester: gameKiller

FL: Awesome.
FL: And thanks. :>
FL: The loading of the game gave me something to do- so I decided to draw.
FL: Now lets crack some skulls open!

You placed away your mobile phone in your deck, under the mood sad- because whats gonna happen is going to be -VERY- strange to beyond belief.

==> Rush down the stairs without falling bra!

You do that by slamming your door wide open and then conquering your stairs trial, without falling! Whooo~! As you stand at the bottom, you begin to peer about at all the odd looking things placed. You have no clue what all of this does.

==> Right. Considering your stupid to not know, I'll help you for a bit. But the rest is you okay?

okay? I still have no clue what all of this stuff dose.

==> Right. See that long metal slim thing? Its called a totem lathe, go to it.

You take the advice of the demanding voice that just told you on what to do and started walking towards the totem lathe in curiosity in a quiet calmly manner towards it, spotting a card laying on it.

==> I'll give you a hint: Look at the slot

You held the card in your hands, peering at the slot yet wondering if something is to be placed in it. Oh wait. You place the card in it and some wired ass thing from the arm stuck out, more like a die to carve something maybe?

==> You got that right

Okay. Whats next?

==> You go talk some more of your friend gameKiller and maybe the memo

Right, I'll just talk on the memo...

==> Feel sad for no reason

You make yourself feel sad for no apparent reason to eject your mobile phone out from the deck in to your own hands. You started to pester what ever is worth your time to respond to.

Memo action!

FL: So to let everyone know.
FL: I've connected to gameKiller as client.
FL: Which means me hosting a server is open for anyone if they want to so willingly.
FL: Whiles my friend, gameKiller has to connect to someone.

Now Jesse.

FL: So I've placed this card in the totem lathe wondering what to do next.
FL: Any idea what most of this stuff does?

==> Good, that should be it for now

If that is what you want... Eyeroll

==> Freak out highblood

You haven't stopped gnawing on that troll skull, you'll call that icing on the cake.

FC: H1ghblood.
FC: Gue22 wh47 1'm 2itting 1n/on.
FC: 1 know you c4n 2ee m3333333
FC: 2o it'2 you 2hould now wh47 thi2 i2.
FC: H3h3h3

====> Look at the mysteryblood in disgust

TA: You-->are-->biTing-->a-->skull.
TA: TasTeful.
TA: Now-->I-->command-->you-->To-->bow-->while-->I-->figure-->ouT-->This-->shiTTy-->game.

==> Be surprisingly lucid

FC: 1 2ee you'v3 forgo773n 7h47
FC: You 4r3n'7 7h3 bo22 of m3.
FC: 2o 1 w1ll no7
FC: Or 3v3r
FC: Bow
FC: 7o
FC: You.

==> Flip her off

You stick a middle figure up at the ceiling and use the other hand to continue typing

FC: Do 2omethin' b17ch.
FC: 1 d4r3 you.

==> Drink more spore slime

Na, you're fine. This is just a small lucid moment that will pass in a couple of minutes.