The Paradise Session.

> Jill. Open mail.

Mail? Oh right. The one that your friend had been talking aboout.

> Jill. Respond to your memo.

DS: Yeah.
DS: I see it.
DS: But the ones and zeros...
DS: What does it even mean???

> Jill. Stare at mail.

Jill takes a hard on moment to stare at her comptering screen at the grren text numbering. It must mean something...

===>Be another loner Troll
"What."

===>Open memo

The young Troll, let's call him Erebos for convenience, opens aforementioned memo.

snowboundHunter began responding to memo

sH: What is this about.
sH: Why did it pop up on my Trollian.

==>


AB: EREBOSSSSSS!
AB: Hey!
AB: We're gonna play an evil game!

===>
sH: Orfeus.
sH: Evil game, you say.
sH: Sounds like fun.
sH: Where do I get it.

BR: Probably some kinda syntax error.
BR: Or it could be japanese. Eitherway, this thing isn't downloading on my compy very fast. It's still at 24%.
BR: Laaaaaaaame. d:[

Jomm gives his computer a hard, forlorn glance. It's quite a terribad piece of machinery. It's at least six years old. He really should get a new one.

==> Slap computer.

Though it most likely won't help anything, Jomm gives his compy a spirited battering with the flat of his hand. It turns forty-five degrees in the direction he slapped it, and loads another 10%.

"Well I'll be damned."

==> Respond to memo.

BR: Slapping it seemed to speed up the download. It just leaped up to 35%. d:]

==>

AB: Download the file
AB: Just scroll up a bit, its there

==> Orfeus: Captchalogue Bow

Orfeus captchalogues his bow, which he is an AVIDBOWMASTER WITH. Yeah. Makes sense now, doesnt it?

==> And there goes your shovel..
Dammit. You didn't want it to be anywhere near that glowy thing.

TG: oh great
TG: just great
TG: i always wanted a floating glowing shovel rather than one i >ould a>tually hold and use
TG: jeez all i did was insult your weight a little bit
TG: no need to flip your shit over such a tiny little fa>t i decided to put out there

===>Do as the purple text suggests
Erebos scrolls up until he finds the file, and begins the download.

sH: Downloading now.

==> Detective: Contact Seadweller.


NS: Man, !'ve had a change of heart about th!s game. !f !t's downloaded... You should be able to open th!s tab. With the tab you w!ll be able to move around !tems !n my h!ve... ! want you to place down a crux!te-th!ng....

> Jill. Do your thing.

Certainly!!

DS: Hey now! (:
DS: If there is a will, theres a way!
DS: Besides I'ma download this sucket.
DS: Explore its hiden serects!

> Jill. Draw.

You suddenly have an idea for a picture. Its something to do with that bird. Maybe its best to do so considering it suffered a quick death. poor thing. It was not even exspecting it.

==> Open Client/Server exe's.

You can only open the client for now, the server seems to require a proxy of some sort. PErhaps another client? Who knows. You rarely ever play, INFACT, you don't even have a chair for your computer, you just strech and stand and look at the screen.

FS: This game seems strange.
FS: I shall play for the pure sake of I have nothing more to do.

==> Orfeus: Do something awesome

You arent my boss

==>


AB: My computer is wicked fast
AB: And its only 40% Done


==> Respond to Detective

AB: Not done yet
AB: Ita downloading very sl--
AB: Welp, its done

==> Viewport

You can see Nakurd, sitting in his hive

You do what you are told, and drop The Cruxtruder in his room-- Well, its on the roof...

===>Open game
Erebos opens the game once it's downloaded, and it immeaditly starts searching for a client and server. It doesn't take long for it to connect to a client, someone by the name of forgoneSilence.

===>Message client
sH: fS.
sH: It would appear that I am your 'server'.

==> Be The Detective

Nakurd gave a nod to Orfeus then proceeded to sit at his computer.

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NS: ! DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
NS: OK? [/colour]

==>


AB: Dude, I dont even know what Im doing
AB: Play with that Crux thing

FS: Hm. Alright.
FS: What can you do?

==> What are you doing now?

Slicing at a dummy in the same room. Its covered in metal so you are trying to slice through the weakest parts.

BR: That's the spirit! It'll be awhile before thisthing fully downloads on my end, though. I'll just chill here.
BR: I'mma guess that you're drawingsomething.
BR: d:] AmIRight??

==> Take a moment to relax.

Jomm leaned back on his arm, holding the palm pilot he was using to Pester in front of his face.

Nothing ominous going on here.

==> Be someone else.

A strange, hunched, dark-green young man stares over a computer intently.

"NO NO NO NO NO." The stupid troll has given HUMANS the file. The Detective was ruining EVERYTHING FOREVER.

Master promised Trolls. Master promised revenge against trolls. Not humans.

The Troll seemed confused, and the clock was ticking. If the session failed, Paradise would be LOST to master, and the trolls would slip through the fingers of the dark green, frankly terrifying creature, and his colleagues.

That could not happen.

The creature tapped the keys, finding a file that would assist the Gumshoe.

==> Send Nakurd the Walkthrough.

The creature sent the Detective his first clue. A walkthrough, made by Rose Lalonde, a veteran of Sburb in her own right.

Now, the creature waited.

==> Nakurd, open Walkthrough.

==> Detective: Read Walkthrough.


NS: ....
NS: Kaph!n...
NS: !'m so sorry.
NS: No t!me to expla!n...
NS: But we need to get a move on...

==> Detective: Follow Walkthrough To The Last Piece.

Orfeus: Troll Nakurd some more ==>

AB: Your uhh.. Your cruxtruder is on the roof.
AB: My bad

===>See what you can do
Erebos clicks a button and the view port opens, and he pauses as he sees his client. He would never admit this to anyone, but he thought she was beautiful.

===>Snap out of it
Erebos snaps out of it, and looks through the menus.

sH: It seems I can move things. In your hive.
sH: And there are a number of machines for me to place.

==> Detective: Explain To Orfeus.

"Man, ! have royally k!cked the bucket..... Pardon my language. !t seems th!s !s a game of some sorts, !t's... The end of the world as we know !t..."

==> Detective: Sigh.

You sigh with anger. How could you have screwed this up so badly.

==> Detective: Place The Remaining Pieces Needed To Save Kaphin.

> Finish shower.

You step out of the bathroom, freshly dressed, and are drying off your hair in a towel. You wander back to your computer and sit down, looking over the screen. A few of your friends are online on Pesterchum, and it says the file is complete. There is a screen that says SGRUB CLIENT, and a few lines of text over a black window. Huh, weird.
'SGRUB version 0.0.1', blah blah..
'© SKAIANET SYSTEMS INCORPORATED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.' That's weird, you've never heard of that before, and never have you downloaded anything like that before that would need updating. Did you accidentally download a virus?
'SGRUB client is running.'
'Searching for a SGRUB host user to connect to.'
How weird. Since you can't minimize it, you just push it to the side and pull Pesterchum closer to the middle to focus on it, and you open the memolist. You see an open memo by one of your friends, and enter it.

dedicatedWrangler [DW] RIGHT NOW responded to memo board 'it's the end of the world as we know it'
DW: Howdy partners, it feels like it's been a coon's age since we last spoke!
DW: I've got a question, have any of y'all heard of a SGRUB thing or SKAIANET?
DW: I'm thinkin' I accidentally downloaded a virus or somethin'.
DW: I thought it was an update or whatnot, but now it's sayin' it's lookin' for a host user to connect to.
DW: Got no idea what that's all about, but if this SKAIANET just gave my computer a virus, I'll be givin' someone a whoopin'!

==>

AB: Well geez, what do we do?
AB: I dont have a person putting fancy machines in my house
AB: What is it? A client puts stuff in my hive?

TG: what is even going on
TG: i swear one moment youre wanting me to die and the next youre rushing me
TG: but sure
TG: i guess ill just put my life in the hands of the one troll who wants to >ill me

TG: wait were you genuinely being sorry or
TG: you >now what
TG: nevermind
TG: i dont >are

==> Kaphin: Mess with the first machine a bit more.
You do so, managing to pull a cruxite dowel out of the cruxtruder.

TG: okay
TG: the fuc> am i supposed to do with this thing now

DS: Yeap!
DS: Taking its time though.
DS: Good thing too.
DS: Because im gonna make this picture horrifinv as possible!
DS: Was 'suppose' to be cute.
DS: But I changed my mind.
DS: Have you've been keeping an eye on the calander?
DS: Because you know whats coming.
DS: I can't just wait!

> Jill. Continue drawing.

You resume on your drawing to keep this thing rolling.

> Jill. Be someone else.