THIS IS THE IN CHARACTER THREAD PLEASE KEEP EVERYTHING ORGANIZED POSTS DO NOT HAVE TO BE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION FOR THE STORY SO FAR, VISIT THE OOC/COMIC THREAD HERE FOR THE COMIC ITSELF, LOOK HERE Please keep everything in character, with a date/time in your posts, so I know where to put everything in regards to the story. Also be an avid user of the plot sheet, because that also helps figure everything out! ROLEPLAYERS: @Padexin - @Alucard I - @Ikbenbeter - @Aeridan - @GravityFlux - @Rakuida - @pyromancerLaurentius - @The Demon of Borders - @Shooshy162 - @nightclaw - @EZIC - @ToTeMVG >Begin Roleplaying
((Previous posts are in the OOC thread.)) >Auto-Abscond! Your sister drops down from above you. How she gets up there, you don't know. Either way, you don't have time for this! You youth roll outta dodge. You sister is temporarily placated and goes back into her room. She's really weird, but hey, she's your sister. ======> You head back through the kitchen and living room. >Head outside You were gonna go back in your room, but may as well go get the mail. You head out. [S?] ======> The birds are quiet. Wind flies through the trees, as though the mountain was taking a breath. The branches come together, making the loneliest sound of all. It is your sixteenth birthday, and with all fifteen preceding it, something feels missing from your life. The game presently eluding you is only the most recent flight of that mysterious thief, one that steals not an object, but your very inspiration. His subtle plans are less those of a pickpocket, and more those of a great trickster. His want is for your very Soul. It is a crime most heinous, like the wind crying out for company for all eternity without an answer. It is the most diabolical thievery of all. "Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed." -J.R.R. Tolkein You are most certain that Tolkein said that. You have a feeling it's going to be a long day. >Go back inside You went out for a reason, but you forgot what it was. That happens a lot. Oh well, it'll come to you later. Oh look, a friend has pestered you! >Answer chum PL: H€y! Did you g€t the gam€? AD: Er, wh1ch 6ame? PL: You know PL: Th€ SSburrb on€ AD: Oh yeah, that one AD: 1 haven't even checked yet PL: N€itherr hav€ I! :B But I'm going out in jusst a ss€c. I’m hiding in my rroom b€causs€ SSist€r scarr€d th€ b€j€€p€rrss out of m€ AD: 2peak1n6 of th1n62 1 haven't done yet, AD: Happy B1rthday dude PL: Thankss! AD: What uh AD: What exactly wa2 2he do1n6 that 2cared you? PL: Jusst h€r ussual ssh€naniganss, h€h. But ssh€'ss my ssisst€rr…. SSo, you know! AD: Probably we1rd 61rl th1n62 AD: *2hudder2* PL: You PL: You do know I'M a girrl, rright? AD: Well not you duh AD: 1 mean AD: 1'm not 2hudder1n6 at you AD: Uh PL: Haha, okay! W€ll, I'm gonna go g€t that gam€. If you go g€t yourr copy, mayb€ w€ can play laterr, okay? AD: 2ure, that'd be cool AD: Be2t of luck 1 6ue22 PL: Okay. Thankss! By€! AD: 2ee ya ======> Stupid. You can't believe you forgot the mail. Oh well, at least your friend reminded you. He's kind of a weirdo, but he's cool once you get to know him! And he seems oddly against girls. Maybe he's sexist? Whatever. >Go outside AGAIN You go to the car. The joy of living in a really out-of-the-way place like this is no locked doors! You get the Sburb beta client! Wasn't there supposed to be a server? Your sister probably took it. She's kind of strange like that. Eccentric, if you will, but she's still a good person. You'll just get it from her when you need it.
> Go inside You do so. ======> You put the beta on the table. Games sound like the suck right now. You wanna go on an adventure! You try to decide where to quest. ======> What's the harm in exploring the woods for a little? Not that you need to explore. You know these woods like the back of your hand. Of course, these woods can be dangerous; there have been reports of bears and mountain lions and stuff. They've never bothered you or your sister to your knowledge, but just in case, you take your TRUSTY BOW, which your sister got you when you were 13. You don't know what she was thinking, giving a twelve year old a now; she said it was for hunting, but you don't like killing things. You do the foraging in the woods for berries and whatnot, and your sister does the hunting. She probably catches the animals with her bare hands, what with her whole ninja shtick. ======> Anyway, you've had the bow equipped to your strife specibus since then. Your strife specibus is, of course, bowkind. >More questing, less texting You begin heading out into the dense trees and- Whoops! ======> You fell into a trap. Now you know at least one way your sister catches the animals. You'll just have to wait it out, you guess....
REPOSTED FROM OP OF OOC THREAD DUALSTUCK: A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 19th of January, is this young woman's birthday. Though it was seventeen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name! What will the name of this young woman be? ENTER NAME: >OVEREXCITED PENGUIN ENTHUSIAST That doesn't even fit in the box, you tool! TRY AGAIN: Your name is PAX JYRR. Today is your BIRTHDAY, which you suppose is pretty fun. You have a number of MUGS scattered around your room from your GREAT ENJOYMENT OF TEA. You have a passion for PRETTY MUCH ANY BOOK EVER. You like to WRITE MUSIC, but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. You have a fondness for SCIENCES MOST OBSCURE and are an aspiring PHYISICIAN. You also like to play GAMES sometimes. What will you do? SLIDE ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE A PENGUIN: That's utterly ridiculous! Besides, you're too distinguished to do that. At least, you like to think so. TAKE A SIP OF TEA: BLUH! This isn't tea! This is hot leaf juice! You put the cup down. What a mess. Look at this room. Mugs are everywhere, some steaming still. Your sister must have put them in there, seeing how it's your birthday and all. Your books are lying all over the place, as well as a few of your games. Your sister is going to have a fit when she sees this pla- Oh hey, someone is messaging you. ANSWER CHUM: Hm, let's check who it is first. Oh Lord. Not her. She is the only one of your friends that bothers you at all. But of course you're going to answer! It would be rude not to. Here we go....
((HEY LOOK WE'RE NOT DEAD. I'M SORRY FOR THE HOLDUP!)) >Be someone else Yo check it out this guy exists. Probably. At least he thinks so. >Enter Name Y'know what, he doesn't think he will! Yeah, what happens now you overused RPG standby? >Pretentious Dickbutt And there's that typical player's creativity coming to light, use that festering pus sac you call a brain! >Lance Pyrrhus There, good job. What now? >Look around. If you insist on using the shitty RPG commands, fine. As previously stated in this mind numbing introductory tedium, your name is LANCE PYRRHUS. You've just woken up, and it's your friends birthday. Beyond that, details such as the CONTENTS of your ROOM and your INTERESTS couldn't matter less to you right now. You're going to go eat something and in general wake up. Probably not fix your hair though, bedhead rules supreme in this house until your GRANDAD says you need to venture beyond the block. >Prepare for day. I like grammar, don't you? Anyways, you're less disgruntled and more awake after doing all that, so you suppose its your duty on this momentous day to take not of a few things. Your INTERESTS include such shining spectacles of human ability as DRAWING (you judge yourself to be decent, though no real artist), WRITING (You'd deem yourself pretty good in the genres of FANTASY and SCIENCE FICTION, especially BIOLOGY, but more on that later.), BIOLOGY (specifically the evolutionary kind, the cellular mechanics thereof, diseases, and most other stuff not too related to the boring, overdone crap like human internal organs), and VIDEO GAMING (the least healthy of all these habits, but still fun nonetheless). Due to your probably unhealthy OBSESSION with MEDIA, you have developed the HABIT of PREDICTING various occurrences based on literary commonalities, or TROPES. There, enough all-caps words to get you your fix? No? Here: I'll sit DOWN on the EDGE of my SEAT. And that's all you get, folks. >Pester someone You'd rather not risk annoying someone by pestering them right now, you're a little to delirious still, what with all that FORESHADOWING you just did! >Rip yourself in half in the hopes of reproducing via budding. That's the single worst idea you've had today! Though the day is still young, and idiocy is a tendency of humanity.
==>Bend reality around yourself and transform into someone else Sorry bro, you don't possess such powers. I'm really sorry. Let's just... uh... switch to someone else? ==>Be another boy? Is that a rhythorical question? Be more subtle please. I mean, of course I understand what you're implying here, but I just... Okay, this conversation is going nowhere. Let's just do what we're supposed to do. A young boy stands in his room. He can't hear you, he's wearing headphones. Too bad, because: ==>ENTER NAME: Wacky Chawderhad The guy notices your writing above there. That's uncool, man, you made 2 mistakes in the last word. Well, the whole name is uncool as well. He gently asks you to try again. ==>TRY AGAIN: Alex Payton Your name is ALEX, and you look REALLY COOL in this shirt. Your room has LOTS of different stuff. Especially DISKS, scattered everywhere. You really like throwing them here and there like a frisbee, but they tend to BREAK when they hit walls. You just HATE these moments. Your room all DARK and cool, main place in it claimed by your NEW COMPUTER. Man, you're a GREAT GAMER, that's so cool. You have a big variety of great games, but you don't have TIME to play them, because when listening to MUSIC you tend to FORGET about games and everything. You have a vast collection of posters with DRAGONS. You don't know why, but you have a FASCINATION of these beasts. Maybe because you want TO BE ONE of them. You also pride yourself in throwing KNIVES, because you are BETTER THAN AVERAGE at this. You have an odd love of things that can HARM OR KILL your enemy from a distance. You SUCK at using them though. There is a UKULELE and BANJO lying on the floor. You use them somewhat OFTEN, girls like your mad music SKILLS. ==>Ride away on the waves of awesomeness I'm afraid you can't do this. You have no skills in surfing. But you can do something else! Ain't this cool? Freedom! ==>Take your favorite musical instruments and play a song You play a cool song about life and some other stuff. Yea, the lyrics are awesome, but we're not listening to you, because you can't sing. At least you can play music, your life isn't useless. ==>Be happy about it and die of happy apoplexy No, dying isn't cool. Instead you write to your friend. We all write to our friends or talk to them, aren't we? I mean, of course when you're all alone, you just sometimes... Uh... Okay, let's ditch this and just continue the story. ==>Pester a random person on your friend list You clicked on Lance. Mhhhm, bullseye again, mister psy. ==> -- duskyDragoknight [DD] began pestering chekhovsGunman [CG] at 20:41 -- DD: so guess what i did CG: Yo what? DD: i wrote a new song! DD: i bet all gurrlz will be mine CG: Dude cool! DD: ye, i am CG: Pfft DD: dont pfft on me, thats rubbish CG: More doubtful of those last 2 points, but go on DD: if u want i can share it with u DD: hehe CG: Yeah sure if you have a link CG: if you rickbroll me I will find you and hurt you DD: ye, i have to write it down CG: ah ok CG: in the meantime then DD: wazzup with ur life? anything new happening? CG: you ready for sburb? DD: ...oh yea DD: teh game DD: i sure am ready CG: IIRC we're gonna play that stuff today CG: kiiinda jazzed DD: omfg, today already? CG: I think so? CG: 's what I heard from PL, I think DD: shiet, i didnt take my gaming suit DD: whatevah CG: ahahah what? CG: Gaming suit? DD: its my special suit, i only wear it when smthng big is coming or when im playing new game CG: Also shit it's PL's Bday isn't it. DD: shiet DD: i forgot DD: 8☾ CG: what even IS that second character? DD: itsa moooon DD: u get this? DD: moooooon CG: btu yeah I guess next time I bug her I'll have to remember to tell her CG: and yeah DD: okay DD: so DD: gamegamegamegame CG: yeah DD: gonna find anything about it CG: ANy idea what it's abrout? CG: I've just heard it makes normal RPGs look like crap. DD: maybe its something about... uh... DD: i dont know DD: names so twitchy DD: okie ill try to find anything for now DD: seeya CG: KK -- duskyDragoknight [DD] ceased pestering chekhovsGunman [CG] at 20:48 -- ==> You start browsing internet while you're suddenly interrupted by CG again -- chekhovsGunman [CG] began pestering duskyDragoknight [DD] at 21:00 -- CG: YOOOO DD: wow shit that was sudden CG: Found something DD: ur2fast4me CG: Abrout the game, obviously DD: what is it? CG: SOmeone posted a pic of like the back of the case or something DD: lelwat DD: tell me more CG: Gimme a sec to copy that shit DD: sure CG: "Sburb is an intense immersive action RPG, where you and all your friends will have to escape meteors, battle monsters, and climb your echeladder blah blah blah up to 12 players reccommended blah blah blah save creation and make a new universe." DD: how DD: typical DD: thats all? CG: The dude said he'd post more details later once he'd play the game CG: *played, fuck CG: but yeah it's the most typical crap ever DD: so he is playin it right now huh? ( °,ʖ°) CG: interestingly, the boxart only shows silhouettes (or however the hell you spell that) CG: which probably suggests something but I'm too lazy to ficure it out right now DD: ye i think we could find somethin', but honestly im 2tired2do anything right now, so lets ditch this and just start teh game CG: I DID just wake up like 20 minutes ago, too DD: so yea DD: back to sleep DD: same for u, u'd better do some stuff CG: You do that while I continue this youtube binge and waiting for PL CG: later bro! DD: seeya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) CG: I'll letcha know if that guy posts more stuff -- duskyDragoknight [DD] ceased pestering chekhovsGunman [CG] at 21:07 -- ==>Go have some sleep? No, it's time to play games. Sleep is for weaklings!
>Be the Anglo Indian Coolkid Mcgee On this day, a man sits in his room, too cool to acknowledge the tradition of standing up, with the plan of doing nothing all day. >Enter Name ASSJACK SUPREMUS Hold the PHONE, SON, this guy will not deal with the SHIT you give him. This is REAL LIFE, not actually HOMESTUCK. Now, lets really start. Your name is NEIL BLAZE, and today is two months from your NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY, which is great, because its like ANY OTHER FREAKING DAY. You stay in a TWO ROOM APARTMENT IN NEW YORK CITY, across from your SIS'S apartment. You prefer to stay away from other people though, since they just remind you of the futility of humanity. Were you to care enough to look around your room, you'd find a collection of GIANT PHYSICS BOOKS, and ANIME PARAPHERNALIA lying around, close to your nearly NON-EXISTENT BED, and your SHITTY ASS PC. Aside from that, outside your room, in the room widely considered as a dining/living room, there is a DRUM-KIT, an unused ELECTRIC GUITAR, and a set of MIXING TABLES that would put DEADMAU5 to shame. Not to mention the secret AK-47 (Chinese Military Build) lying in a cupboard, frequently used with your many duels with your annoyingly rad SIS. Goddamn SIS, and her goddamn obsession with terrifyingly pornographic looking TOTEMS. What the actual fuck is wrong with your SIS, you have no idea. Aside from that, she's pretty badass, blade and all considered. You are an aspiring PHYSICIST, with a love of the science, and attend the NEW YORK UNIVERSITY, while taking classes there. You also are an avid fan of METAL MUSIC, ACTION MOVIES, and SHOOTER GAMES. What will you do? >Commit murder of your sister, then do the Blazecest This comment is so disgusting, it actually snaps you out of your cool kid pose on your chair. You glare at the fourth wall with distinction, then actually contempla- no.
> Enter name. Ah, right. The moment to enter name. We're already halfway done with that, so let us take a second to enjoy it... Why did everything just go dark? > Wait for power to be turned on again. While you are waiting you might as well pester a friend. You could just sit here waiting in the dark for the lights to turn on but you might as well be productive. -- infiniteLimit [IL] began pestering anonymousDirector [AD] -- IL: hi IL: sup AD: Hello, Lucy AD: What's going on? IL: i asked first AD: Fair enough. I just reset my internet to see if I could get steam to work IL: want to make industrial age electricity? AD: I'm not entirely sure what that would entail IL: steam engines dummy AD: Ah, I see IL: lame puns aside is it working now AD: Not even slightly IL: :( IL: any idea whats wrong? AD: Nope, but I have a feeling when I figure it out I'll feel dumb AD: But I have to get access to it so that I can play that SBURB game AD: I promised Pax I'd play with her IL: oh right sburb when is it coming out again AD: I wish I knew AD: I CAN'T EVEN GET ON TO CHECK AD: Anyway who are you gonna play with? IL: idk IL: are you free IL: oh wait youre playing with pax AD: AD: I promised Pax I'd play with her AD: Yes AD: I don't know how many players it is or anything IL: i dont think it has singleplayer AD: Well clearly not or Pax wouldn't have asked me to play with her AD: I mean AD: Whoa are you psychic or anything AD: I mean geez AD: Who could possibly know how many players AD: Clearly only a psychic IL: :3 IL: i can see your future young man IL: it isnt good AD: Oh woe is me AD: I'm doomed AD: Doooooooooomer IL: well not as bad as me but thats it AD: Wait, you were serious? IL: yeah im doomed. i never won a single game of awesomenauts IL: clear sign of being doomed AD: Oh yeah, clearly AD: There, I answered you, so now you answer me AD: What are you doing besides being doomed IL: oh right. im chatting with you in the dark. IL: the power has died IL: im chatting with you on my phone AD: How long is your phone gonna last? AD: You may wanna save it for emergencies IL: the power should be back in a few minutes IL: my dad is fixing it IL: since i cant play games im bored :( IL: thats why i said hi sup AD: Ah AD: Shit, mentioning your Dad reminded me AD: I should go check on my Mom IL: k bye gl AD: Yeah, I'll need it -- infiniteLimit [IL] ceased pestering anonymousDirector [AD] -- Oh Shooshfriend, your life is so troubled. > ==> There we go. It must be the lightning. Good thing the internet runs on a backup battery. > Examine room. Your name is LUCY CHANNING. You lead a busy life and have a lot of irons in the FIRE which shows by how much of a mess your room is. You shouldn't throw paper on the floor but where else are you going to put it. Every day, you spend 2 hours on the BUS, during which you like to chat to your friends, to study COMPUTER SCIENCES although you have the day off today. Even so, your true aspiration is to by a PYROTECHNICUS. Fire is just so cool, much cooler than CODING, which you also enjoy. Your programs in ~ATH are regarded as absolute WITCHCRAFT even if they're NOT THAT GOOD. You have a passion for VIDEO GAMES that allow you to KICK ASS. Your favorite one is AWESOMENAUTS but you always get paired up with NOOBS that DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY. You don't mind losing though, even if it isn't your fault. You also like POP and ROCK MUSIC new and old. You know, OWL CITY and COLDPLAY and FOO FIGHTERS but also OASIS and RADIOHEAD and the ALAN PARSON PROJECT. Even though your DAD doesn't allow it, you have a variety of FLAMING APPERATUSSES hidden in your room to practice your hobby when he isn’t looking. He says that one of these days these are going to bring you DOOM but you think you can manage them. What will you do? > Burn everything like a dragon. That is a great idea. Which just got cancelled by an electrical failure. Only one thing you can do in the dark! > Pester a friend. With how much you pester people, you feel like you should get rewarded in the next life by the pestergods. Oh well, to the pesterlogs. On your phone, of course. -- infiniteLimit [IL] began pestering unworldlyApparition [UA] -- IL: hi! IL: sup? UA: Noot much. Yoou? IL: im sitting here in the dark IL: do you have a storm too? IL: its messing with our power :/ UA: Noot at the mooment, but apparently there is suppoosed too be oone cooming soomewhat soooon. IL: hmmm IL: i just got reminded sburb is coming out today UA: Soo hoow are yoou gooing aboout dealing with messed up poower? Doo yoou have a generatoor? IL: i have no clue UA: And yes, I am suppoosed too be getting my coopy in the mail later tooday. IL: pfft mail snail IL: well at least i live in the city its always fast here IL: but i think its coming out on steam? UA: Is it really? UA: I had noot heard that news. IL: although if you bought it already its just wasted money UA: True. But I wish I had knoown aboout that earlier, that woould have saved soome time. IL: i didnt even pre-order it >_> IL: completely forgot about it UA: I pre-oordered it aboout a moonth agoo I think? IL: wow prepared much UA: Just a little. IL: i rarely plan ahead these days im just too busy UA: Busy with what exactly? IL: school. 2 hours of bus per day :zzz: IL: at least i got to chat to you guys :3 UA: True. I suppoose that woould make things goo by moore quickly. IL: i wouldnt miss our conversations for the world :3 IL: haha aeri our conversations are always so deep look at us once again UA: Yes we have doone it. UA: We are reaching the edge oof the abyss with hoow deep oour coonversatioons are being. IL: the bottom of the sea ><> UA: Moost definitely the boottoom oof the sea. IL: wow that one was loud UA: Thunder? IL: yup IL: and the top floor is usually so nice :eek: UA: Hoopefully it passes oover soooon IL: well at least if i accidentally set something on fire everyone will think it was the thunder IL: i mean yeah. IL: im going to check up on the power and my dad UA: Soounds gooood. UA: Hoope everything is ookay. IL: he said he was going to fix it a while ago but ill be fine IL: ciao! UA: Goooodbye. IL: see yoou. IL: oops. -- infiniteLimit [IL] ceased pestering unworldlyApparition [UA] -- > Check up on dad. You should, but just in case you put a torch in your sylladex. For now the house is light enough for normal movement. You pass through the door, looking for the- > Fall of stairs. Somehow, you feel like you could have been informed of this turn of events.
