8-player kid session

((as soon as we finish figuring out the situation on the ooc thread, we'll start rping up. but lets use this thread to get through the enter name gag))

Your name is Roby Reder. You live in a TINY HOUSE somewhere in AMERICA. you're an expert with any WEAPONS related to NINJAS, and are an aspiring DRUMMER. you have a good addiction to SCI-FI and FANTASY. you are also a good ENGINEER. what're you gonna do?

Roby: kick up some epic beats.

Naw. maybe later. you decide to pick up your smalltop and equip it to your WEIGH modus. it allows you to pick up any object with the problem being it slows you down if its too big or theres to much. you can generally pick up a lot with your mechanical arm that you've got. you and your dad made it after...well lets not go into details.

Roby: put your smalltop on the desk now.

Wait no dont DAMNIT! you had it set to toss. you forgot you can change between toss to weaponize your fetch modus or to keep it on place. you forgot to set it back to place after your strife with sister. man, now the screens all distorted...

====> Introduction time!

Yeah, okay.

A young lady stands in her bedroom, except not really because instead she is sitting at her desk, before an old dinosaur of a computer. She is in her room, though, so you decide to glance around it at all of the sci-fi paraphernalia and taxidermied animals.  

====> Oh, please. Stop half-assing this.

No, you most certainly will not.

Why don't you give this young lady a name?

====> Loudlips Obnoxiousface

No, no. Try again, asshole.

====> Alex Magram

Yes! You are the winner, it is you.

Coasting on a wave of victorious glee, you turn your attention back to your computer. Blinking fitfully on the screen is a new message, or seven.

====> Respond to "friends"

VM: okay, cool
VM: just gotta wait for this piece of shit to load
VM: and sl
VM: can it
VM: no way in hell im coleading with you after all that parenthesis bullshit
VM: im not fucking blind

==> Be the other girl.
You're suddenly the other girl. Who is she?

==> Enter name.
TRAMPY DUCHESS
Funny. Try again.

ELSA MATTICE
Much better.

Your name is ELSA MATTICE, and you're FOURTEEN YEARS OLD, though you usually CLAIM YOU'RE SIXTEEN. You're standing in your room, which is in a CONDOMINIUM. You live with your OLDER SISTER, who is REALLY, REALLY COOL. SO COOL. YOU SWEAR. You and she share many RADICAL interests, such as PLAYING VIDEO GAMES, WATCHING ANIME, COLLECTING MERCHANDISE and ROLEPLAYING. Normally, when you tell people this, they think you're joking. But you're totally sincere, and obviously they just don't get how cool it is.

Today, you thought, was going to be boring, but now you're going to be playing a SWEET, BRAND-NEW GAME with some pretty chill peeps. Except for that one sci-fi dude.

Your chumhandle is wingedAssassin and you seem to say a lot of run on sentences when you talk
What do you do?

==> Show off your sick merchandise.
Yeah. Hell yeah, this guy gets you. Let's move on to the shelf of awesome figures and toys, by the wall of posters and three-year-old calendars.
Those magical girl animes are really hardcore. No one gets it but you and your awesome sis.

===>We haven't introduced you yet, young lady.

Oh.

===>Your name?

...

===>You want me to guess? Okay, Frigid Buttlicker.

No.

===> Ponik-

Huh? What?

===> Nike Yennard

Yeah. You're a young lady sitting at her computer, in a STEROTYPICALLY PRISSY girl's bedroom. It has walls BEDECKED in RAINBOW draperies and hangings, a vanity table with nail polish bottles and eyeshadow, and an armoire with LOADS OF STICK ON GEMS that you put there when you were younger. There are also a FEW chalk pastel drawings that you felt were GOOD ENOUGH to put on your walls, along with a couple of your aunt's LESS VISUALLY OFFENDING masks. And a MULTICOLORED rug rests on the floor, because HELL YES you need MORE damn color.


You stare at the computer screen, your copies of Sburb next to you. You now remember that you could have used your Fishing modus to put your Sburb discs in. But maybe that lapse of memory was for the best. This particular modus has a tendency to dampen the captchalogued items. Severely.

You then insert both of the discs.


PT: so, BA, is after you then, VM
PT: i think, the connection thing, is figured out, now

====> Be the Ewok lady

Well, that's a bit of a misnomer, with this particular lady being really quite unladylike. She also happens to be entirely human, rather than part of a vicious furry species. You should probably rethink your request-vocalizing skills, because really this could be easily confused or poorly carried thro-

====> Oh, my god, have it your way. Be the orange-texted girl.

That's better.

You become the orange-texted girl again, who is still sitting before her computer, except now she is doing something different. The client and server disks for SBURB have both loaded, now!

====> Open the things!

You open up a can of lemonade, thoroughly thrown off by the requests yet again, and throw back a splash of heavenly puckerjuice. Ahhhh, refreshing.

====> Dear shit, are you kidding? Open the SBURB files.

You open up the specified files and allow them to load.

====> Respond to memo. The one with the other people playing SBURB with you.

Your vocalization skills are getting better!

You open up the memo, and respond to it.

VM: okay cool
VM: i opened the stuff
VM: cant tell who this is though
VM: so thats a thing

Here's a piece of merchandise you're especially fond of. Your figurines from--
Oh, hold on. You should probably be getting ready for Sburb.
You walk back to your computer and sit down.

WA: okay, so, sk, you ready to get started?
WA: i got all my stuff installed and im ready to play once everythings started up
WA: i guess ill pass the time til its my turn

After a while of robo-facepalm you reply on the forums

SK: I've got everything ready.
SK: WA i'll tell you when to download the server player.
SK: Files downloading now.

they arent really, but they're gonna be in a snap. you've decided to bust out the secret weapon. and of course, we dont plan on revealing it. lets transition to someone else.

((we ready to move to session?))

((YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW))

==>Introduce yourself.

Well, alright then. A young boy is in his room, in his computer, blah blah blah. This young boy doesn't have time for that nonsense. What is that rad boy's name?

==>Enter name.

LEGSNIFF--

The boy glares at you, interrupting the entering of that stupid name. That is obviously not his name. Why would someone even try to enter that name? Ridiculous.

==>Try again.

HUGH MORTLEY.

There, that's it.

Your name is HUGH MORTLEY and you are probably THE COOLEST BEING TO ROAM THE EARTH. You're also incredibly SARCASTIC, but fairly LAID-BACK. You are an avid GAMER. You have strategies for all styles of games. Fighting, RPG, FPS, you name it. You are CONSTANTLY GETTING INTO ARGUMENTS due to your sarcasm and your "I could care less" attitude. Though it may not seem like it, the relationships you have with people are VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU. You care for all your friends and are very protective of them. You are SECRETLY INSECURE because of your oddly colored yellow eyes. You hide behind SUNGLASSES and a TOUGH GUY ATTITUDE.

==>Hugh: Load server disc.

Pbbbth. You already have. An expert gamer like you is always prepared.


==>Respond to memo.

SL: alright then
SL: is everyone on the super mega rad team
SL: aka my team
SL: ready
SL: to majorly own at this game
SL: because i am
SL: and pt
SL: ive got my server disc loaded if you have your client disc loaded


(Oh yeah. I'm so ready. I'M READY FOR THIS.)

((100%, man.))

====> Be the rust-texted one.

You become the rust-texted one

====> Enter name.

GOOD FOR NOTHING DUNCE

Wow. You really outdid yourself with that one buddy. Good job. Try again.

====> Enter name.

JONA HOFSTAD

Your name is JONA HOFSTAD and you love VIDEOGAMES. Whenever you are not sleeping (which is most of the time), You are playing them. You also think CATS are AWESOME. Your cat is the best thing in the world and you would never trade it for anything. You keep your previous cat taxidermied on a pedestal. You drink large amounts of COCA COLA, to the point where it should be lethal. You have a tendency to not care about things and this makes you incredibly sleepy. You are secretly scared of the ocean but you have no plans of letting anyone know this.

What should you do?

====> Sleep.

That is the greatest idea i have ever seen.


(I am ready)