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Zer0 Sessi0n
- The old roleplay that never got anywhere:
- READ HERE FIRST:
- This session will always remain open. Just go mental. OOTT is located here.
> Whats this?
Whats what?
> You.
Me?
> Yes you.
What of me?
> Who are you?
Me?-
> Oh for peak sake. YES YOU!
You are a someone who happens to be stuck in the desert sand, drawing shapes as you try your hardest to get out.
> Common! WHO ARE YOU?!
SHUUUSSSSHHSHS!
> ...
Your getting to it. You only recently fell from somewhere in the sky to get yourself stuck. Luckly. Your clothing is still in tact.
> Why am I even bothering...
Fine!
You burst out of the sand within a front flip to sit there. You raise your arms up into the sky and smack the sand in hurtful anger. Your name is Gangster Official. You hate this place. To be sure. You hate everything that became of this place.
> Hold up... Were in the future ante we?
Its hard to tell what time is when all you see is sand. Let alone that stupid foot prints or tracks before yourself.
> Shesh. Do I have to do everything myself? Alright. Puppetry time.
Say what now?
> GO. Begins following the tracks.
You stand up and begin your unprecedented trip across the sand. Keen to know where this trail leads you too. You yet. Have no idea why your doing this.
> Rewind years into the past.
You have successfully rewinded years into the past to be... Who is this again?!
> Inspect someone that is laying on their bed.
Your are some girl who appears to be laying on their bed lazilyishly. You don't want to move, nor bother real life. What matters is what you think up in your head and act it out.
> So... Like a dream? BUT! HANG ON! What is ones name?!
Your name is rightly JILL SETH LARNCE. And your like any mid teenage girl. You at least think your life is stupid as it is. There is nothing so great about it so to speak. But however... The computer over there is one and your mobile phone is located right next to you. On the very same bed your on.
> Jill. Pick up MOBILE PHONE. Make memo.
You take up the MOBILE PHONE and begin to make a memo for the heck of it. You make a memo titled: Bleh.
> Jill. Put phone away in DECK.
Deck? Oh right. Your MODUS. Your Modus is MOODY. Meaning what mood your in ejects that certain object out, with the card set on that category mood. At the moment. You only have three moods to go off. Happy, Upset and Angey. You have five cards at the moment, which when the MOBILE PHONE was placed in. Makes the availability of space up to four cards. You've placed that same card under happy.
> Jill. Get out of bed.
You sit yourself up and have yourself sitting on the side of your own bed within your bedroom. Its not that homey so to speck. Just lost of paper and such near one wall and your computer on the far corner of your bedroom. Near the exit of your bedroom.
> Jill. That is enough. Be someone else please.zoraroastedCoffee wrote:A young girl stands in her bedroom. It's a blustery day in Middle America, but unlike most such days the thoughts of this dame are not turned beyond her apartments walls, but to the nearby mailbox.
What could this young girls name be?
>Pukeponce leperlass!
> Holly Pearson!
Your name is HOLLY. While it is not your birthday you are currently expecting a package in the mail, one you have been waiting for all day with growing impatience. It is an odd inclination as you are also mulling over the sneaking suspicion that something terribly calamitous is suppose to happen today. It is a suspicion that has grown on you over the past several months, and while completely unfounded on anything logical, is nevertheless urgent in its certainty. Its one of the many oddity's that you hardly question in this household anymore, though if you had to come up with a theory you would say that it was probably the ghost of old Andrew Jackson warning you of whatever event is about to transpire.
Your good Bro assures you that he hears from Andrew quite regularly as all members of your family have, and if such is the case you suppose it was only a matter of time before the ornery Old Hickory visited the grace of his EX-PRESIDENTIAL APERATION on you as well.
The package contains a popular video game that you wish to play with your friends, and while you are uncertain how the calamity and the game are related, it is also something you have grown suspiciously certain of. Whatever the two have to do with one another you are at least certain of one thing.
Today is the day you leave home at last.
You have waited for this day all your life and not even the grim humorless face of MARTEN VAN BUREN whose poster looms large on your wall can sap your enthusiasm. You have been thinking about taking that one down actually...
On impulse you CAPTCHALOGUE the poster in your GEOGRAPHY MODUS. So much better! With Van Buren's gloomy mug out of the way the handsome rugged visage of NATHANIEL HAWKEYE dominates your entire wall <3!
Daniel Day-Lewis is everything you dream of in a man, and while Bro might insist that he was best as Lincoln you know better. To be raised by natives in the wild, to run and climb and see new interesting frontier every day! To guide helpless limp wristed ungrateful British people through the woods at the peril of your own life! Such is a paradise you can only imagine! The thought simply takes your BREATH away. Even the mythical SLYPHS of legend could not hope to live so carefree.
>Well, that about squares her up.
>BE THE OTHER GUY.
> Become GO.
You are now Gangster Official. You appear to be standing near an entrance of some metal structure. The trail ends right inside the metal building. Inside is slightly dark, with what looks like a screen on the far end. Something flashes too. A button perhaps? That's what it looks like.
> Go. Step inside.
You go and walk into the dark room from its entrance. To inspect the surroundings. On one far wall, it seems to be a set of windows and one main control panel located bellow the windows showing the outside world.
> GO. Go to the opened metal cabinets.
You begin to wonder over towards the metal cabinets to peer inside. There appears to be very old books of some kind, covered in sand.
> Go, take a book. Open it.
You pick up a red, washed out book to open it. On the front appears to be some strange writing. Needless to say. You open it to see pictures. You go on to read this book of 'just' pictures. Trying to wonder what they mean.
[Pictures will follow later on, give me time to draw them :U]
> GO. Become someone else.zoraroastedCoffee wrote:> Be the goon.
A portly black carapace waddles his way through the desert, sweat dripping down his face and neck. What is a creature like this, so obviously unaccustomed to long treks through the wilderness doing out here in the middle of nowhere?
You are the Bloodthirsty Exterminator and you strive to remember. Life has always been a grade A pain in your rear, but you've trudged along till now. What did you do to deserve this though eh? Ain't nothin fair bout it. Aint nothing clean and proper at all, like fate itself took one look at your lousy mug and decided "nah, this chump ain't going nowherese while I'm around." Fuckin unfair is what it is, as you would gladly tell the rest of your goodfellas if they was around. But they ain't. Nones of em is.
Squinting into the desert sun you dredge up the vilest slurs you can imagine and send them hurtling skyward but it don't do no good to ya. You walk for a long time, wheezing all the way till at last you see some sort of structure in the distance. You blink at it before adjusting your shuffling path. If there a spot out here free of the sun you want a part of it and if it turns out some local palooka thereabouts don't find your visit agreeable then so much the worst for them. Ain't no one ever been goofy for you, ain't no reason you gota be goofy for them, specially not in the middle of this fuckin desert.
You permit yourself a brief swig from your Hoochflask before trundling on.
> Become GO.
You are now Gangster Official again. You close the book to kneel down near the cabinet that has books in it. You take out two more to sit down. With your back against the open metal cabinet. You sit there, reading the shown pictures. It appears one of the books shows a story of some world descending into chaos. Other than that. Its well drawn by the looks of things.
> GO. Look behind yourself.
You look at the main control panel to see... Well. A non working computering system. There must be some power box somewhere...
> GO. Go back at reading the books again.
You go back into read the books of pictures again.
> GO. Become someone else for the mean while.zoraroastedCoffee wrote:> Holly: Message your friends before disaster strikes!
Well... not a bad idea actually. You turn away from the posters on your wall to gaze at your computer. The clunky desktop has been your constant friend and companion since childhood. A portal almost to the world outside of your dumb hometown, and a gateway which has allowed you sporadic association with several friends way more facilitating than the crowd around here, even if your experience with them is limited to lines of multicolored text scrolling down your screen. You open your Typheus web browser, glance at your most current desktop background (Theodore Roosevelt riding a moose lol, your brother would be so proud.) and peruse Pesterchum for a moment. Most of your friends are offline at the moment except for... Bleh? The memo is empty...
Anyway whatever that means dexterousSurvivalist looks to be online at least, and up to more of her moody antics.- -- gallivantingMountaineer [color=#0033ff][GM][/color] began pestering dexterousSurvivalist [color=#ff66ff][DS][/color]--:
GM: Hello! You there dexterous?
I heard that you were getting the same game as me a little while back and I wanted to know if you have it.
We could play together when mine gets in if you would like! It could be like an adventure.
Sort of.
Helloooo?
DS: I'm here. I'm kinda talking to you through an alligator. Don't ask me how I managed too. I just am. Besides that... I'm in the process in searching for it. Someone has it... But he or it is somewhere...
GM: Your bro? Also an alligator? That sounds... cool
GM: my bro once strangled an alligator that tried to eat him in Africa once
GM: he stuffed it and tried to bring it back, but they thought it was poaching an the authoritys confiscated it, the fuddy duddys
DS: Ouch.
DS: Anyhow...
DS: Its... Kinda like a stuffed toy. I'm looking in its mouth that appears to have a touch screen in it. I do hope someone thought this was a funny idea to put a bloodly Ipad, calling it a new invention...
DS: I mean. Inside its mouth.
GM: well, it sounds like something I would get if I could scare up the funds
GM: maybe when i get out of here I wiill track down my own alligator and stuff it and make a genuine one of those?
GM: that would be cool
GM: sort of
DS: It would be strange...
DS: Anyhow. How you?
GM: well
GM: the truth is
GM: tha
GM: t
DS: Hm>
DS: Sorry. My finger slipped.
GM: the truth is that I think I might actualy be geting out of here today
GM: I know I always talk about it
GM: but now I thin it might actualy be happening for real
GM: dont ask me how I know
DS: Hm...
GM: like, i dont know
GM: dont you have a feeling
DS: Yes. But mostly ones I'm being watched.
GM: sometimes that something really big is going to happen. And you have been waiting for it all your life?
DS: Kinda like now.
GM: ... sommone is watching you?
DS: Not that I can see. Just a dark hallway and its kinda late here.
DS: But don't mind me. I like staying up late.
DS: Might as well call myself batgirl or something.
GM: hmmm. Most large predators prefer to strike in the twilight hours
GM: maybe you are being stalked by some kind of dreaded suburban puma?
DS: Ha! I hope nit.
GM: or a band of wild gypsys ploting to steal you away?
DS: Sorry. Nearly tripped...
DS: On a pole?
GM: so they can use your blood for an ancient voodoo curse
GM: you okay over there?
GM: oh noes! Dont be dead!
DS: Yes! Just getting to. Somewhere. And now safe... Phew...
GM: :(
DS: Trust me. I'm fine.
GM: Sometimes I really wonder about you and your house
GM: like, is that a safe enviroment over there?
GM: Sometimes I think actualy that maybe
GM: you would be beter of it, i dont know, you ran away or something? Like, just for a little bit
GM: got out you know, and saw a bit of the world? Like me!
GM: could reeealy decrease your moody times
DS: I wish that too! But sadly I barricaded myself in. Even the window too... Hope this was not too much of a bad idea.
DS: I should have said. Like quckly too.
GM: oh noes! Limiting ones mobility is never the answer, esspeicaly f you are allone
DS: So bare with me.
DS: By the way. On my phone now. Toy thingy got decapitated... By some strange and wacky angry robot. At least I think it was a robot by what I saw.
GM: wait WUT?
DS: Yeah. I'm sitting in the middle of my room with a pole I found. The same pole tat tripped me up. Just keeping it at my side.
DS: Sorry for slip ups in words. Typing fast as I can.
GM: are the windows clear? An escape I think could be your best option
GM: always go the way they dont expect
DS: I'm looking out of my window as we speak.
DS: There is someone bellow. Looking up. Looks pretty!~ Angry.
GM: good, now climb!
DS: I can't quite make it out.
GM: fly up up up and away from all that badness
GM: goodness
DS: Ouch.
DS: That was easy.
GM: hang on, er, sorry but I cant realy tell right now, are you being silly or serious?
DS: No. I'm being serious.
GM: because if their is something REALLY chasing you I mean, wow, uh, holy shit?
DS: There was a guy. Full metal.
DS: Glowing red eyes.
GM: wtf?
DS: Styled to look like a boy.
DS: Smelt like wash water.
GM: seriously, outrun him
DS: And tried to kill me.
GM: armor is heavy
GM: uuuuhhh
GM: uhhhh
GM: uhhhh
DS: Hello?
GM: yes!? are you alive?
GM: or, I mean, not mortaly injured
DS: Oh. Let me give me some majority thought.
DS: Of Cause I'm alright!
GM: well, i guess you probably wouldent be texting me if you were bleeing out or something
DS: I had to better a robots head off so hard I nearly lost all feeling in my foot. Whilst I did that. I got that stupid disk.
GM: :O
GM: wait, the VIDIO GAME was inside it?
DS: In its head yes.
GM: is this shit another one of your brothers dumb trial by combat things?
GM: also a robot? not... quite sure if I belive you on this one... but, eh, okay I guess :P
DS: Not sure. inside its torso said. B.B.I.A inc.
GM: ?????????
GM: shrugs
DS: I would be doing the same thing.
GM: I mean, okay, I know that some things not everyone belives in are real, like ghosts, but a robot?
DS: You'll never know.
GM: seems just a little bit far fetched
DS: We are in the twenty first century.
GM: so, you got the disk?
DS: yes.
DS: its not scratched thankfully.
GM: odd, but okay. Im wondering if your not to shooken up from you "robot" encounter
GM: would you like to play?
GM: like I said, Im going soon
DS: sure thing. just need to clean the mess.
GM: I thought it would be, well, cool, to have one last session with you people
GM: yay!
GM: okay, well im going to go down to check the mailbox again
DS: See you later.
GM: dont do anything withought meeee!
Loki wrote:> Become another person
You are now another person.
>Ha ha. What's your name, smart ass?
Smart Ass.
>Cut it out
Fine. Your name is Loki Heskin. And today. Is not your birthday. But it is your brother's birthday. and you have the perfect present for him; a perfect replica of Cloud's Buster sword, forged from steel. Yes, it took quite some time for you track it down(and a promise to DM during the session organized down at the Dragon's Horde), but you finally have it. Strangely, the package it arrived in also contained two game discs, though you didn't order them. Oh well, you're not complaining.
>Examine your surroundings
Looking around your room, you immediately note how untidy it is. Scattered around are various CHARACTER SHEETS and MINIATURES for your favorite game; DUNGEON AND DRAGONS. Covering the walls are drawings of many of your characters, many of which bare the markings of a Rogue; leather armor, small weapons, and even a set of picks on the belt. Along with the drawings are a few SWORDS mounted on the walls, both WOODEN and STEEL, with your favorite pair, two short swords, mounted above your bed. On your desk is a black laptop, currently open to Pesterchum, though you have yet to log on.
>Log on
You cross over to your laptop and sit on your chair, quickly logging on and noting that two of your friends are currently online, though you leave them be for the moment.zoraroastedCoffee wrote:> Be Holly again.
You push yourself away from your computer exited, but slightly mystified. Jill has such a weird family, not like your perfectly normal presidentialy haunted one. Robots? Your... still not quite sure if she is pulling your leg with that one or not... In any case! None of that matters now anyway. You have a game to play. Perhaps the last one ever... its a weird thought.
Skiping out of your room you make your way down the small hall of your apartment, past the many posters of Theodore Roosevelt striking various heroic poses while vanquishing a variety of mythical or prehistoric beasts with heavy caliber machine guns.
Sorry Sasquatch. While impressive your Mangrit is simply no match for the iron constitution of the 26th president of the United States, a man whom DEATH HIMSELF had to jump in his sleep for fear of reprisal, as your good Bro so often reminds you.
A few more steps and you are out the door.
...
The Streets are empty. Wind skims the hollows of a thousand nonexistent mountain peaks you may never climb. A familiar keening is produced, the frustrated ambitions of a small yappy dog who is forever chained to his Masters tree, inhibited by the measures of his own safety from ever sniffing the butts of his neighbors, or finding a new place to urinate.
It is your 15th birthday, and as with all before it something feels missing from your life. The game still out of your reach is but the latest in a series of threads spun about your feet, a phantom chain determined to root you down. Your invisible captor's schemes seem less in the interests of your safety and rather in the interests of pure spite. It is the most insidious deception of all.
You would blame an unknown riddler but you know its probably just the bitter envious ghost of James Buchanan trying to keep you down, the bastard.
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." - Theodore Roethke.
You are quite sure that's a quote by Theodore Roethke. Absolutely positive.
You have a feeling that somewhere there is a long journey ahead of you.
You continue your trip to the mailbox having put the earlier moment of strange introspection out of your mind when suddenly you are accosted by a familiar shadow! Before you is your Bro. He is the Bro, its him. With a few gestures he inquires as to where you could be going, and when you inform him that you are journeying forth to retrieve a video game he is of the opinion that that's not very RESPONSIBLE of you. Luckily you brought your trusty walking stick along...
The following strife is as deadly as it is 100% SERIOUS BUSINESS. Your good Bro bars your way and in response you unleash your walking stick from its twitchy hand holster. Your walking stick... 6 feet long and cut from strong supple birch your baby is 6 feet of pure wooden whoop ass which you do not hesitate even for an instant to unleash in a veritable STORM upon your hapless Bro.
Confronted by this withering assault he... blocks every blow easily and sends you flying 8 feet with a casual finger flick. Oh the humiliation!
Round two and three go much the same. Welp. If you cant go through em go around em. You activate the quickest Lass Scamper you can muster and in less than a second you are around your Bro and bounding for the mailbox. The Game is IN.
A short lass scamper back to your room and you are sliding into your chair, peeling the paper off the package and slipping the game disk into your computer. The loading screen is.. impressive, though a bit seizure inducing if you have to be honest. Waiting for the game to finish installing you note that another one of your friends is on.- -- gallivantingMountaineer [GM] began pestering wildfireSwordsman [WS] --]:
GM: Hey dude, you in? Me and dex were gona play a game. I think you know which one, you want in? I'm installing as we speak :D
wS: H3y! Damn right I'm in. Just got a copy mys3lf, it cam3 with my bro's pr3s3nt. To b3 hon3st, I wasn't 3xp3cting it.
GM: present? is it your birthday?
wS: No, it's my bro's. You know Cloud from Final Fantasy? I got bro th3 hug3 sword h3 us3s.
GM: knew it. how many swords did you get this time? Altogether I mean. Like... only 12, or some far more badical number?
GM: wait, isnet that sword like... FUCKHUGE?
GM: to ridiclously big to swong around?
wS: Y3ah, damn thing's bigg3r than I am. But knowing bro, h3 won't hav3 a probl3m with it.
GM: hehe. I think I know what you mean. like, I dont know, havent you ever noticed?
wS: Notic3d what?
GM: that, all our bros are like these ridiculously huge badasses who can seemingly do anything?
GM: you me and jill
wS: Huh. I hadn't thought of it b3for3, but I gu3ss you'r3 right.
GM: anyway, swords seem weird to me. i guess they are cool but its not like you can cary them around everywhere
GM: they sort of eh
GM: WEIGH YOU DOWN?
GM: like a cop sees you strolling thought the park with a walking stick
GM: what happens
GM: nothing
GM: cop sees you with a sword HOPY SHIT youz is geting arested
wS: Which is why you don't just walk around with it in your hand.
wS: Carry it in a guitar cas3, on3 of thos3 l3ath3r mat3rialy on3s.
GM: :P
wS: :P
GM: the brave swordweild bard
GM: like the cover of a heavy metal album
GM: anyway
GM: so...
GM: you want to do this thing?
wS: H3h. Y3ah. Giv3 m3 a f3w minut3s to install th3 gam3.
GM: kk
GM: done yet? im staring at this weird screen
wS: Y3ah just about... and don3.
GM: it says that someone needs to be my server player? I think you need to host me
wS: Fuck that is bright
GM: cool instal screen though am i right?
wS: V3ry cool. Alright, I'm conn3cting to you know.
wS: *now
GM: k. Hmmm, it says you are conected, buuut, i dont see anything difrent. This game is lame
GM: :(
wS: Um
wS: Do you, bu any chanc3, hav3 a post3r of Hawk3y3 on your wall?
wS: *by
GM: ... uh, how do you know that lol?
wS: I think I'm looking at you.
wS: On my scr33n.
GM: Danile Day Lewis is toltaly sweet though, I have no shame, wait wut?
wS: Jump up and down
GM: but, my comp does not have a webcamp
GM: waving my hand back and forth in front of it here
wS: Holy fuck
GM: ????
wS: I'm looking at your room from abov3
GM: ????
GM: ????
GM: ????
wS: As if th3r3 was a cam3ra in th3 corn3r of th3 roof
GM: um, weird?
GM: which corner is it in?
wS: Um, looking at your comput3r it's back right.
wS: Hold on, I hav3 a cursor, I'm going to try moving som3thing.
GM: nothing there. maybe you are taping in to the govs secret monitoring system somehow? Ruthfored B. Hays warned us of this day.
GM: woah wut?
GM: did you just do something?
wS: I just mov3d your post3r.
GM: wow
GM: uh
GM: wow
wS: It's now furth3r to th3 right than it was
GM: okay, this game just got about 500% cooler
GM: see what else you can move
wS: Damn righ. Alright, I'm going for th3 b3d this tim3.
GM: also, dont touch my posters
GM: expect Taft, because forget that guy
GM: aaand my bed is moving
GM: okay
GM: this is exiting
wS: Okay, I hav3 got to find th3 guy that mad3 this guy and giv3 him hug3 props.
GM: what else can you do?
GM: there should be like a ton of functions right?
wS: Y3ah. I'v3 got a m3nu at th3 top of th3 scr33n
GM: sudenly geting out of the house roday does not seem like such a huge prioroty
GM: *today
wS: Hmm. I'v3 got a f3w things that I can appar3ntly drop into your hous3.
wS: A coupl3 of th3m ar3 hug3
GM: like what? are they game stuff, like, is this going to ba digital thing?
GM: my place is not exactly big
GM: you could put one on the foor I guess?
GM: roof
wS: Dropping on3 now
GM: where?
wS: Roof. It's big
GM: hang on going up
GM: woah, its like this huge industial looking thing
GM: and its very real
GM: this is... not what I was expecting when I got this thing. I hope bro does not see. You can get rid of it right?
wS: Um, I don't... think so
GM: XO
wS: Sorry
GM: well, whats done is done. what else can you put out there? im leaving today anyway so forget restraint
wS: I hav3 thr33 oth3r d3vic3s, only on3 that's as big as that. I'll put it in th3 gard3n, don't want to mak3 your roof collaps3 from th3 w3ight.
GM: hold up, thats a comunal garden
GM: not our property
GM: apartment remember
wS: Fuck, forgot. And I'm looking at th3 building. Fac3palming so hard
GM: just do the roof its sturdy
wS: Alright, dropping it now
GM: its like... all this weird industrial stuff
GM: im
GM: huh. the tube one spit out this weird glowing thing
GM: !
GM: now there is a countdown? are you seeing this?
wS: According to th3 m3nu, that's th3 Cruxtrud3r.
wS: Y3ah.
GM: this thing is seiure inducing
wS: Crap. Dropping th3 r3st of th3 shit
GM: woa!
wS: Th3r3, it's down. And th3r3's a card, too. It's on th3 Alch3mit3r, th3 big platform thing
GM: have to admit this is cool, any instructions
wS: I'm as clu3l3ss about this as you.
wS: Though it looks lik3 th3r3's a slot for th3 card on th3 Tot3m Lath3.
GM: okay. This thing is like a printer, i think im supose to print the card
GM: hang on gona fiddle around a bit be back soon
zoraroastedCoffee wrote:> Holly: examine game equipment
You examine the game equipment with curiosity. What even is this stuff? Looks like a something you would find in a factory, or woodshop. Looks cool enough though. You spend several minuets fiddling randomly with the impressive array of dials and knobs that have suddenly become available. You simply must know, do those knobs turn? They sure dooo!
It seems in the process of turning the Cruxtruder knob you have expelled about a dozen more of these weird blue cylinders. Its like, these things are quite large, and the Cruxtruder is big but not that big, but somehow they keep coming out??? You guess its not really any more mysterious than the fact that the whole thing just came out of thin air to begin with. Or that your brother keeps his Chevy in his TOOL HOLSTER MODUS.
Stooping low you pick up one of the cylonders and stick it into what looks like the appropriate place in the lathe looking thing. You try twisting the knobs to manually manipulate the cutting arm on the thing, but it wont budge. Your missing something... it looks like you need to stick a card into the appropriate slot as well to do anything here. Speaking of which you glance over at the Alchemiter. The card that was dropped sits on the platform.
Around you the wind blows stronger.
Its a simple red and white looking thing with punched holes along the top. Look it over for a second before shrugging and sticking it into the card slot along with one of the cylinders.
With a whirring of machinery the lathe comes alive and cuts into the cylinder with deep strokes and a sound of vibrating metal. You take a step back in alarm but its over before you know it. The cylinder has been cut into a strange configuration. If its suppose to be something you have no idea what it is. Retrieving it you scratch your head and look to the last machine. The Alchemiter seems to have a smaller platform near the mechanical arm, one that would fit the dowel in your hand perfectly. You begin to walk towards it but the wind picks up again blowing your braid into your face. When you clear it away you find yourself looking again at the strange pulsing blue matrix thingy. You look between it, the Alchemiter and the Cruxtruder. The countdown which began at 5:26 now has only around three minuets left. You wonder what that's about anyway? Maybe you are suppose to wait for it to count down before proceeding?
Biting the inside of your lip you head downstairs to hit Loki up for further instruction.- -- gallivantingMountaineer [GM:
- began pestering wildfireSwordsman [WS] --]]
GM: Hey, uh, you still there? I put this thing in a thing and it made a thing. You probably saw. Any idea what im supose to do now? That glowing thing is sort of bugging me, do you think you could make it go away or something?
wS: Um, hold on, I'll s33 what I can do.
wS: Hmm. I can't int3ract with it. Mayb3 if I throw som3thing at it?
GM: ??? I guess, it dosent look exactly olid
GM: solid
GM: menue say anything?
wS: Mayb3 if I tri3d wafting it away with a post3r?
wS: No, it do3sn't say anything.
wS: I'm gonna us3 your Hawk3y3 post3r to waft it away.
GM: well... hang on, by brothers Moblie is around here somewhere. Sure go ahead
> Be Jill again.
You are now Jill and you happen to be standing near the bedroom door exit. You are just about to leave. Despite it seems dark...
> Jill. Exit bedroom.
You swing open the bedroom door to leave your inhabitants of your bedroom behind. As you stand in the landing area. It appears to be dark. Near you. Or more. Further down the hall way towards your left is a windowsill. Then again, before yourself is the stairs that lead down stairs to a room full of darkness. This you abruptly swallow down some slight fear as you peer down the staircase.
> Jill. Look to windowsill. Perhaps the curtains are closed. It must be daylight at least?
You look towards the windowsill to see the curtains are pretty much open. Outside... Is dark. So its night time.
> Shame... A door seems opened.
You peer at the door that's now opened. Your brothers bedroom? However. You wonder over to stand near your brothers bedroom door.
> Open it.
You open the door to suddenly have a stuffed alligator plushie fall on top of you!
> Catch it!
You hold the plushie in your hand to peer at it. It appears to have something glowing in its mouth.
> Look closer.
You lean in to see its a screen of some sort...
> Touch it.
The light beckons you in some sort of way to touch it. This you did. Something changed on the screen. Huh? A pester?
> Jill. Open pester.
You open to pester to see it was one of internety friends. The more adventurous ones too...- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: Hello! You there dexterous?
I heard that you were getting the same game as me a little while back and I wanted to know if you have it.
We could play together when mine gets in if you would like! It could be like an adventure.
Sort of.
Helloooo?
DS: I'm here. I'm kinda talking to you through an alligator. Don't ask me how I managed too. I just am. Besides that... I'm in the process in searching for it. Someone has it... But he or it is somewhere...
GM: Your bro? Also an alligator? That sounds... cool
GM: my bro once strangled an alligator that tried to eat him in Africa once
GM: he stuffed it and tried to bring it back, but they thought it was poaching an the authoritys confiscated it, the fuddy duddys
> Jill. Hop on one leg.
You hop on one leg from what felt like something hit your foot.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Ouch.
> Jill. Peer around.
You peer away from the toy's mouth to see... well. Darkness..
> Continue pestering.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Anyhow...
DS: Its... Kinda like a stuffed toy. I'm looking in its mouth that appears to have a touch screen in it. I do hope someone thought this was a funny idea to put a bloodly Ipad, calling it a new invention...
DS: I mean. Inside its mouth.
GM: well, it sounds like something I would get if I could scare up the funds
GM: maybe when i get out of here I wiill track down my own alligator and stuff it and make a genuine one of those?
GM: that would be cool
GM: sort of
DS: It would be strange...
DS: Anyhow. How you?
GM: well
GM: the truth is
GM: tha
GM: t
> Jill. Think.
You begin to ponder what appears to be a problem with gallivantingMountaineer.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Hm>
DS: Sorry. My finger slipped.
GM: the truth is that I think I might actualy be geting out of here today
GM: I know I always talk about it
GM: but now I thin it might actualy be happening for real
GM: dont ask me how I know
DS: Hm...
GM: like, i dont know
GM: dont you have a feeling
DS: Yes. But mostly ones I'm being watched.
> Yes. It does feel chilly, does it not Jill?
You look behind yourself for a brief moment.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: sometimes that something really big is going to happen. And you have been waiting for it all your life?
DS: Kinda like now.
GM: ... sommone is watching you?
DS: Not that I can see. Just a dark hallway and its kinda late here.
DS: But don't mind me. I like staying up late.
DS: Might as well call myself batgirl or something.
GM: hmmm. Most large predators prefer to strike in the twilight hours
GM: maybe you are being stalked by some kind of dreaded suburban puma?
> Swallow.
You swallow at the statement made by gallivantingMountaineer.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Ha! I hope nit.
GM: or a band of wild gypsys ploting to steal you away?
> Jill. Head to your bedr-
You were heading to your bedroom to hit your foot against a POLE?! This you saw as you held the toy's screen mouth light down towards it.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Sorry. Nearly tripped...
DS: On a pole?
> Jill. Tremble slightly.
You do. And do this in non liner style. How? Super poker face!- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: so they can use your blood for an ancient voodoo curse
GM: you okay over there?
GM: oh noes! Dont be dead!
> Oh. Look at that Jill! You have a guest!
You felt an wary presence behind yourself, where you quickly turn to see a tall figure. Full metal casing of some description. And way WAY up you look. You see two sets of red glowing eyes staring you down.
> Duck!
You duck just in time to miss an attack of a swinging metal arm with a pole it appeared to be holding.
> Abscond!
You stand up and flee from this thing! Where did it come from. But as you did. The robot had snagged your hat away from your head. DAMMIT!
> Take pole that appears to be on the ground ahead of you for some reason.
As you run. You notice the pole, to whom you pick up and apply it as your STRIFE WEAPON. Not to worry. You can change this in a later date.
> Get into your bedroom!
You soon get into your bedroom to shut the door within a slam!- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Yes! Just getting to. Somewhere. And now safe... Phew...
GM: :(
DS: Trust me. I'm fine.
> You have no time to lose. Barricade yourself in!
This you really needed to to considering the door is being bashed upon! You toss the plushie toy aside. Where when it hit the ground, the plushie admitted a squeaking sound.
> Jill. Computer desk!
You run over to your computer desk to stand just behind it at the general direction of your bedroom door to place your hands on its side. You then begin to put forward hard. The desk then slides over at your will to block your bedroom door. The door sounds of bashing appears it has stopped. Strange...
> To the window!
You look at the window and pick up a covered up picture frame to hang it against your bedrooms windowsill. Blocking who is ever outside to get in. Hopefully...
> Get plushie.
You head over to the alligator plushie to pick it up. You go to the middle of your bedroom to sit.
> Continue conversation.
This you happily did.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: Sometimes I really wonder about you and your house
GM: like, is that a safe enviroment over there?
GM: Sometimes I think actualy that maybe
GM: you would be beter of it, i dont know, you ran away or something? Like, just for a little bit
GM: got out you know, and saw a bit of the world? Like me!
GM: could reeealy decrease your moody times
> Hm...
Only if. Just only...- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: I wish that too! But sadly I barricaded myself in. Even the window too... Hope this was not too much of a bad idea.
DS: I should have said. Like quckly too.
> Quckly?
What does that even mean?- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: oh noes! Limiting ones mobility is never the answer, esspeicaly f you are allone
DS: So bare with me.
DS: By the way. On my phone now. Toy thingy got decapitated... By some strange and wacky angry robot. At least I think it was a robot by what I saw.
> Jill. Nod at your own descriptive describings.
You nod twice at you tell tales. To then continue typing again.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: wait WUT?
DS: Yeah. I'm sitting in the middle of my room with a pole I found. The same pole tat tripped me up. Just keeping it at my side.
DS: Sorry for slip ups in words. Typing fast as I can.
GM: are the windows clear? An escape I think could be your best option
GM: always go the way they dont expect
> Look to window.
You look towards the window, to then stand up. As you did. You walk over to shift the picture frame out of the way.
> Peer out of window and down.
You poke your head out of the window to see the same possible feller that tried to attack you?! Seriously. What does he want?!- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: I'm looking out of my window as we speak.
DS: There is someone bellow. Looking up. Looks pretty!~ Angry.
> Jill think.
You try to think up a plan.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: good, now climb!
DS: I can't quite make it out.
> Look upwards from out of windowsill.
You turn your head to peer upwards, towards the roof of your house. Its too high and there is a long drop bellow.
> Notice shooting star.
Oh. What was that?
> Step back inside.
You were no- Okay. Well. You lean your head back inside the comforts of your bedroom home. To continue your talks via pesterchum.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: fly up up up and away from all that badness
GM: goodness
> Jill. Get computer monitor screen.
You rush over to your desk of where your computer is. Then pick up the monitor. You then head back over to the window to toss it out. Which did it land on the robot thingy guy bellow?
> Jill. Inspect damage outside windowsill's view.
You look back out to see... A broken monitor screen...- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Ouch.
DS: That was easy.
> Lean back in.
You retrieve your head back into your bedroom to continue talking on pesterchum through the alligator plushie.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: hang on, er, sorry but I cant realy tell right now, are you being silly or serious?
> Sigh.
You sigh and then start typing back quite fast.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: No. I'm being serious.
> Type faster.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: because if their is something REALLY chasing you I mean, wow, uh, holy shit?
DS: There was a guy. Full metal.
DS: Glowing red eyes.
GM: wtf?
DS: Styled to look like a boy.
DS: Smelt like wash water.
GM: seriously, outrun him
DS: And tried to kill me.
GM: armor is heavy
GM: uuuuhhh
GM: uhhhh
GM: uhhhh
> Duck!
Again! That's it!
> Begin Strife!
You put the plushie in your mouth, to keep it there in a grasp as you get your pole ready.
> Counter attack.
The robot arm extends towards you in some sort of rocket propelled attack. This you side step to avoid and smack down with your pole really hard. The pole nearly had a dent in it.
> Run. Dodge attack. Slide through legs. Stand and ram pole in its back.
You grip your metal strifing pole to your side to begin sprinting. The robot however. Seems to be just standing there. Heh. What a lemon.
WAIT! It moved.
> Its got hold of you!
You see its arm is tightly around your neck. Which luckly. You had the pole lodged in between you at its arms. You push hard to have the robot swing its arms open as sparks started to fly. From what was the grinding of metal against metal.
> Run!
You head over towards your computer desk to leap up upon it. You then turn to face the robot.
> Hop.
You hop to miss an incoming extending arm attack.
> KICK ITS HEAD OFF!
You land on the robots arm one foot first and use a sideways kick, within a spinning motion to kick this A hole of a robot to pre-school! The robots head fly off upon impact quite easily as you front flip is. To land on your feet's. To robot. Without a head, falls to the ground like a lifeless dummy.
>Do a victory dance.
This you don't do as you walk over and sit on its torso.
> Pick up robots head and spit out plushie from your mouth's grasp.
You do in the most awkward way possible. But you soon saw two set of disks fall on you lap. You then lay the head down onto the ground, just bellow your feet. Using it as a foot rest.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Hello?
> Type back to respond.
You pick up the plushie to start typing back.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: yes!? are you alive?
GM: or, I mean, not mortaly injured
DS: Oh. Let me give me some majority thought.
DS: Of Cause I'm alright!
> Swipe forehead.
You got to admit. That did sound harsh. But common! Your foot kills after that kick.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: well, i guess you probably wouldent be texting me if you were bleeing out or something
DS: I had to better a robots head off so hard I nearly lost all feeling in my foot. Whilst I did that. I got that stupid disk.
GM: :O
GM: wait, the VIDIO GAME was inside it?
> Look at foot rest.
You look at the foot rest that is really a head of the robot. Then back inside the plushies alligators mouth.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: In its head yes.
GM: is this shit another one of your brothers dumb trial by combat things?
GM: also a robot? not... quite sure if I belive you on this one... but, eh, okay I guess :P
> Ponder and inspect.
You turn around to look under its torso casing. Where you lift a metal flap to see an insignia under it, stating "B.B.I.A". As you look at this, you type it out in the pester chat. What does it even mean?- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- DS: Not sure. inside its torso said. B.B.I.A inc.
> Sit back normally.
You slide yourself around again to try get comfy as you sit on the robots torso.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: ?????????
GM: shrugs
DS: I would be doing the same thing.
GM: I mean, okay, I know that some things not everyone belives in are real, like ghosts, but a robot?
DS: You'll never know.
GM: seems just a little bit far fetched
DS: We are in the twenty first century.
GM: so, you got the disk?
DS: yes.
DS: its not scratched thankfully.
GM: odd, but okay. Im wondering if your not to shooken up from you "robot" encounter
GM: would you like to play?
GM: like I said, Im going soon
DS: sure thing. just need to clean the mess.
> Dread.
You wish this robot was now not here. Its gonna be heady to pick up.- Pesterchum GM & DS Dialog:
- GM: I thought it would be, well, cool, to have one last session with you people
GM: yay!
GM: okay, well im going to go down to check the mailbox again
DS: See you later.
GM: dont do anything withought meeee!
> Get off.
You get off from the robots torso to stare at it. As you do. You head over to your sets of wooden cabinet doors. You open one to slide out a draw. In the draw was three sets of cards not really made form you modus. This card is under a modus of CONNECT THE DOTS. With your finger. You connect the dots of numbers to form a picture of a computer. This only works if you know what item you want. For this case. The computer monitor screen was a flat one. With HDMI input.
> Retrieve monitor.
As you hold this heavy thing. You head back to your computer desk to put down the new monitor screen. As you do this. You plug it in the main CPU of your computer to open up its disk tray. You take the first disk called CLIENT and insert it in. Once in. You begin to mess around on the interwebs.
> Jill. Be someone else in the far FAR future in another alternate universe.
We cannot state the name of this person as of yet. Or where he / she is. But he / she begins to contact the memo.- Memo:
- silentProgrammer [SP] responds to memo: Bleh
SP: Well hello there.
> Become... GEAR SHIP.
You are now the gear ship. You appear to be flying through space with your own captain on board. What you 'did' depart from, was a session. A session that is no more. You did however. Escaped through a rift in the session. Flying your hunk of a metal body to another destination. You have other crew mates on board. But as you are the gear ship. How is one suppose to think if your pure metal???
> Okay. Perhaps being the ship was a bad idea. Lets be the captain?
NO! Captain is way too busy.
Be someone else.
> A crew member?
Yes.
You are now one of the crew members of the gear flying ship. The one that had helped catapulted the ship into the rift, to leave what was your session.
> We know your name?
Of course we do! You are in fact a troll. Who happens to come by the name AGETKA ALEIXO. You and some other trolls alike, with what you believe by that they should at least godtiered by now. Is that you, alone. Had godtiered to a Maid of Space. A double deluxe prior to the heir class. Some may not be what they appear to be...
> What are you doing?
You are sitting right on the nose gear tip of the ship, looking onwards of a shimmering light ahead. You stare in delight, wondering what could be in that new possible universe ahead of you. Despite the implications that happened in your session, many moments ago with others you slightly know of... But you'ed rather shrug it off. It was not your fault that you had to kill one and another by accident.
> Okay... No more depressing story from your missy! Lets be someone more exciting~!
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