SGRUB2.0 - Beforus BETA

[Ion]

SGRUB2.0

’Welcome to the world of SGRUB beta, the latest advancement in gaming. Made for all husktops, it is surely the best roleplaying science fantasy genre in the Berforan Empire. It is however, recommended for ages of 4 sweeps upwards. Warning; game contents might be considered disturbing or excessively graphic for most players.’ – Gaming Grub Weekly, 12/12 Blood Castes.

‘It will have a class and aspect character creation system. You fill out a form once you boot up the game, linking your personality and physical traits to choose the best class and aspect for you! It is also multiplayer, able to host 1,000,000,000,000 players in a single session! It is also able to make you have choices that you would have to make in real life. Surely, this is going to be the greatest thing our people have created since the Empire itself.’ – Lead game developer, Hivord Nostum on the upcoming SGRUB beta, which will only be given to carefully selected trolls from the ages of 4 sweeps to 10.

Welcome to SGRUB2.0 - BEFORUS BETA. This session is based around this one here.

One post at a time, please, and let there be at least 300+ words in each post. No big chunks of text either! Space it out!

And please, please, PLEASE don't be pushy towards people who haven't posted yet. And allow everyone to make their intro posts before we all start the big thing.

-=+=-

>Be this bitch.
Excuse me sir, but what did you say?
>Be this female.

You are Vyrami Veskil, and you are a female troll of the BURGUNDY cast. You are considered a commoner, the lowest of the low really. Yet, on your WONDERFUL homeworld of Beforus, it doesn’t really matter. You live in the wilder parts of the world, the only settlement nearby houses most of the low bloods; bronze, burgundy, ochre, and the like. The only one that is REMOTELY CLOSE to your standing in society is your friend over TROLLIAN. He is your only link to the GREAT OUTSIDE WORLD which is admittedly quite scary! Sure, not as scary as a LONG FORGOTTEN MYTHICAL HELLHOLE that your species is rumored to be from in one of your more OBSCURE AND OUT OF DATE religions, but that can’t be true.

… Right?

Regardless of this, you find an interest in WILD FAUNA AND FLORA, and often go out on exhibitions with your wise and powerful CROW LUSUS whom you love dearly. She’s the closest thing that you have to an ANCESTOR, as yours is VERY MUCH DEAD AT THE CURRENT MOMENT. He was supposedly a hunter and was ATTACKED AND KILLED by wild animals. You never knew him but that is VERY DEPRESSING WHENEVER IT IS BROUGHT UP. Luckily, your friend, who you believe to be a TEAL BLOOD, is very respectful of that. You are also EXTREMELY RESPECTFUL to others, though will not tolerate INJUSTICES IN ANY FORM.

You also are very interested in WRITING AND READING fanfictions. Mostly fanfictions based around your FLARP character named Norrim Nalyra Nostrum, HIGH PRIESTESS and ULTIMATE BADASS. You don’t know how you came up with that character but you are EXTREMELY LUCKY that you did. Among these things is you SUPREME HATRED for chaos and uncleanliness. It makes you EXTREMELY ILL when thinking about it. On a metaphorical level, literally would be COMPLETELY DUMB.

What will you do?

==> Log into trollian.

You do just that, walking over and sitting into your SPINNING CHAIR by your husktop. Your hive is VERY MODEST, extremely so for one of your caste and caliber. Logging in, your THIRTEEN OTHER FRIENDS should see you pop up on their main page, if they are LOGGED IN AND ONLINE, that is.

tickingTimer is now ONLINE.

You have just got a copy of that SWEET ASS GAME named SGRUB. You're really excited to make a server with your friends. It'll be so fun!

[dexterousSurvivalist]

> Well... Hello there sharp teeth.



Hello there Mr voice in head. You finally decided to look at me?

> Yes... Now please introduce yourself.

With pleasure. Your name happens to come around as AGETKA ALEIXO and your BLOOD COLOR case within the system is rated high among the HEMOSPECTRUM. Being in the color of VIOLET. Your HOBBIES are DECORATING and READING. By DECORATING, you truly mean it to be using the ocean waters shell's to plant on your underwater hive whilst sometimes using the shells to decorate strange looking objects in the ocean, to make it look more pretty looking. In reading... You have a whole hive room dedicated to shelves upon shelves of books separated in the categories of ROMANCE and VIOLENCE.



> Why just those two?



Why just those two you ask? As you shrugs your shoulders within a delighted grin plastered across your lips, clearly showing a set of sharp teeth within your grinning pleasure. It is ofcourse! To help prepare yourself ready for on coming troll QUADRANTIONIST relationship that are expected to come your way, one way or another.



> Whats that over there?

Huh?



Oh glubbing no...

[Thebluemage]

===>Be you.

Be who?

===>You.

Who's you?

===> BE OZEATH CYROOS.

Your name is OZEATH CYROOS and you are ONE COOL GUY. At least you think so! It's not like anyone is going to question it, considering you happen to be a BLUE BLOOD, a member of the Alternian ELITE. Currently you are indulging in one of your favored hobbies, HUNTING. In fact, you had just sent your WADDLEBEAST friends to go and retrieve the corpse of a large ARCTIC TUSKBEAST you have just sniped with your trusty CROSSBOWKIND. It was a beautiful night for some nice hunting, you needed some more fat to feed your lusus, PENGUINDAD, and his flock, as well as materials to craft some new ivory bolts and hunting knives to sell at market. You have to start preparing for things like that months in advance on account of living FAR OUT IN ISOLATION on an ICEBERG. Though, you had been having trouble with exceptionally high waves lately, you looked it up and from what you could deduce it's some weird mixture of Beforus moon-cycles and tectonic plate movement. You hoped it just went away, and to help you distract yourself from this right pickle, you and your friends were going to play a game! It's the brand new one, too. The one said to be the greatest MMO of all time: SGRUB!

You hear your portable device give off it's waddlebeast squawk to alert you, it seems you have a friend online!

You decide to put yourself to be shown as ONLINE, having gone OFFLINE while hunting.

--stitchedSnowman[SS] has begun trolling tickingTimer[TT]--
SS: Y(), sweet-cheeks, h()w's it all goin' ()ver in sn()()ze-city?
SS: Y()u g()t th/-\t kick-/-\ss g/-\me yet?

[Guest]

==> Become that one over there with the scythe

You have now become that one over there with a scythe. You appear to be a troll (of the feminine nature) on the lower Cerulean side of the hemospectrum. Although you still call yourself cerulean blooded. Ok, so you're technically a cobalt blood, but they are all losers. All of them. But, you digress. Unlike others of your kind, you do not have any special telepathic powers. But, as far as you know, you are immune to them. Yay you.

I guess you should be introduced, formally.

You are SATURA KRONOS. As you can probably tell, your strife specibus is SCYTHEKIND. You could be considered as a TECHIE. You are known for creating the best technology in the history of ever. Your most proud achievement was the iBOW that you created. It is a portable, hands-free web surfing device. It links in directly to the sponge in your thinkpan and you can see all of your windows projected on your eyes, as if they were floating in the air. You've had some issues with it, but nothing too major.

You interests include TECHNOLOGY, POLITICS, and COSPLAYING/ROLEPAYING. You tend to keep that last one a secret. It's a bit embarrassing considering your stature in your small circle of friends. You find yourself to be a great AUSPISTICE and you actually love being one. When it comes to your own Quadrants though, it's best that you just try to avoid thinking about it. Since you aren't that great at being socail or whatever, you tend to not develop feelings for any troll. Your lusus is a HOOTBEAST, but you decided to name her something totally amazing. Owlmom. Totally original.

Since today is a day appointed to playing this sweet game you got recently called SGRUB, you log onto your Trollian application.

temporalTraveller is now ONLINE

[Cardly]

> Who's this douchebag?

The Douchebag wants you to guess it's name.

> Lord Douchebag

Nope. Try thinking... A tired storm..

> Nakurd Sturmf

Corrreectumudo~

Your name is NAKURD STURMF and you sometimes refer to your own 'profession' as a ACE DETECTIVE... What, where you expecting something witty like secreter? Well tough luck! Anyway.. We should be carrying on... Your hobbies involve ASKING QUESTIONS, DOING CASES and FINDING SECRETS. Unfortunately you've been a little void of cases lately...You're not sure what could be done about it, to be honest. Your MODUS is EVIDENCE-PAD, meaning that you MUST draw the item on a sketch-pad to the FINEST detail, if you missed a small bit of shading you could RUIN your entire case. Lastly, Your STIFE ABSTRATUS is CANEKIND... What? No guns- real detectives don't have guns! Did I say that was all? Definitely not. The last thing to mention is that your a TROLL of TEAL BLOOD!
As such your LUSUS, otherwise known as a CUSTODIAN is a FOUREYED FOXBEAST... He is... AWESOME! One final bit of information- You talk w!th constant object!ons, observant!ons and exclamat!ons to f!t w!th profess!on!

nubbySleuth is online!

You log in, noticing your friends are online...

nubbySleuth[NS] has began trolling tickingTimer [TT]

NS: Hey.
NS: Got any...
NS: Cases for me to deal w!th ?_?

[kakunabe]

==> Be someone else.

What about the sexy girl again.

==> What about someone else?

You won. Let's be someone else!

==> Be this guy.

You are now a troll standing in your not-so-dark Respiteblock.

==> Enter Name.

WHAT? HELL NO!!!

==>Try Again.

Ah! Way Better!

==> Be LETHUS LARIAT.

Your name is LETHUS LARIAT and you are a young male JADE BLOODED troll. You usually get pissed because most of people make fun of your "Girly" Bloodcaste. You was destined to work as an AUXILLIATRIX in the secret society, but you DENIED THIS LIFE and choose to live in CIVILIZATION instead. Fortunately seems like none of your friends is acnowledge of your dark past as a MOTHER GRUB CULTIST. You are quite ashamed of it and it's only another reason to be afraid of having a deep contact with other trolls. You are a GARDENING enthusiast, mostly cultivating roses in your garden. You're IMMUNE to alternian sun for some reason. So you can take care of your flowers during the day. You also enjoy POETRY and you WRITE AND READ it with enthusiasm. You usually DON'T LIKE TO DEPICT FEELINGS because YOU DON'T TRUST ON PEOPLE WITH EASE. But YOU ARE A BROTHERLIKE friend once someone gets your confidence unfortunately nobody seems RELIABLE right now. So you only have your flowers and you.

==> Get that flower.

That rose has many thorns in it. It would be likely a good Strife Specibus. You indeend take it and put in your Strife Specibus. You'll be using your favorite thing to fight that's quite cool!

==> Contact your future Co-Players.

You decide to contact your Co-Players. But you won't be pestering anyone now. You don't want to give the first step to any possibly hurtful relationship. You just turn the Trollian on and wait someone to talk to you while at it you open the scrapbook and start writing some poetry about this future game. It's some interessting game called Sgrub. You are quite happy you'll engage some different activity than your usual routine. You're just afraid of how this more deep contact with other trolls Will affect you. You go online in trollian and keep your poetry.

jadeThorns is ONLINE

[Ion]

Because Vyrali had already been introduced, it's time to change to someone else. Someone more interesting. Someone visibly more batshit insane and possibly dangerous.

As such you are now this girl.

You are HELYRA NORTAI, a troll of the TEAL CASTE. Wow, you'd be important when you grew up. If you ever did anyways, which is something you are VERY SURE OF. Your interests involve TAKING PICTURES OF DEAD THINGS, TAXIDERMY, and WRITING. You very much enjoy writing macabre poetry and DEPRESSING STORIES that you send to those that you know. You also know things. Like, when people you know are getting SERIOUSLY HURT.

The visions come to you in your dreams. You really don't like them so you attempt to stay awake at all times. This has made you A BIT CRAY-CRAY. You don't mind all that much; your HELPFUL SNAKEMOM keeps you safe most of the time. Not 100%, that'd be silly! Sometimes you just need to GET HURT, although you can feel when something REALLY FUCKING BAD is going to happen. Regardless of this, you attempt to use your REALLY USEFUL FORETHOUGHT ABILITIES to help save people.

You're like a GUARDIAN ANGEL, but instead of an angel, you're a REAPER OF THE DEAD.

Have I mentioned that you like DEAD THINGS? Well, given that you basically live in a MASSIVE DEAD CITY, you damn well like them. You aren't around TROLL ZOMBIES, no! That'd be SILLY. Instead, you are around LUSUS ZOMIBES. Makes far more sense.

Actually, they were attempting to break down the door. Now by the GIANT SPLAT OUTSIDE, you can tell that snakemom's taken care of them. You love snakemom. What you love most is that you somehow got your copy of SGRUB BETA today. It's so exciting! You and your friends were going to play later on today.

You walk over to your husktop, turning it on. Your friends should see that you are ONLINE at the moment; a rare thing nowadays.

amorphousApalala is now ONLINE.

[Guest]

==> Be Velara Goklil

You are now...wait. Where is she?

==> Search for her

The scenery of a Beforian desert scrapes across the seemingly endless expanse of land. Unlike most of Beforus, this place is not lush with life or vegetation - the ground consists mostly of red rocks that have obviously not seen water in a very long time, and the sun gleams off the crusted ground in an almost impossibly bright way. Your visibility is less than optimal, and you don't know how anything could possibly survive the molten touch of the surface - oh, right. Nothing does live on the surface...but your eyes roam over to a lone cave protruding from the ground.

==> Be the judgmental shrew in the cave

You are now miles below the surface of Beforus.

You have become VELARA GOKLIL, and you have lived to see seven entire sweeps. Your blood color, yellow, places you in the upper lower class - not that you give two igneous bits where you (or anyone else) are on the stupid chart. Some might say you push your luck with your BLATANT DISTASTE for the caste system by wearing your NOTICBLY PURPLE SHOES, but with the leniency of Beforus and the inconvenience of your location, you doubt anyone cares enough to reprimand your fashion choices. You actually hope that somewhere, an enforcer stays awake at night thinking about your stupid purple shoes.

Your HOBBIES include constructing VEHICLES  and building MOTORS in your spare time. You also have a taste for dismantling the things you build and then reassembling the parts in timed trials. When you're not busy defending your title as ENGINE BUILDER EXTRAORDINAIR, you enjoy excavating the tunnel-hive you share with your MOLE LUSUS, who you love despite the way it TRIES TO CRUSH YOU IN CAVE-INS. You think your lusus is just trying to make you stronger though, so you let is slide and just try to survive. Your PICKAXE is your constant companion in this endeavor,  and sometimes you like to pretend you actually know what the hell your doing with it by pretending you're in MORTAL COMBAT.

Currently, you are in your respitblock, the only room that you have donated extra SUPPORT BEAMS to because the last time your lusus COLLAPSED a room, you had to live in the upper cave for a WEEK while you made repairs. This exposed your sensitive eyes to the SUN, and is the reason you have made yellow GLASSES a fundamental aspect of your wardrobe.

Your room is littered with TOOLS and SPARE PARTS, so you  do your best to AVOID tripping over them...which is hard, because they make up most of the floor. Luckily, your desk is clean and your husktop is ever ready for use.

You sit down in your chair, brushing aside a wrench from beneath the wheels of the seat. You keep your copy of Sgrub close at hand though, planning on using it in the near future. With a crack of your knuckles, you announce that you are online, hoping to catch a few of your friends in the act as well.

subsurfacePilgrim is now ONLINE

[Thebluemage]

===> Be the other douchebag.

Oh, how specific.

===> Be the douchebag who likes motorcycles.

Somehow I think you actually made this less specific.

===> Be Cranwi Bosmaw.



You should be ashamed of yourself.

You are now CRANWI BOSMAW and you have just finished causing horrendous bodily harm to another living creature for the enjoyment of those around you. This is what you do for a living, after all. You are a PIT FIGHTER. PIT FIGHTING has never been a popular sport in the overly-compassionate world of BEFORUS, but there is always a sizable minority of the population blood thirsty enough to watch. You imagine that if the world was more VIOLENT and UNCARING, it'd catch on. At the moment, you are cleaning your CHAINKIND, it got royally filthy last match. The viewers had apparently wanted two watch to trolls attempt to kill each other in the mud, so you were covered in both yellow AND brown.

You are only mildly disgusted after two sweeps of this job.

Luckily, you had recently received a new game from a mail troll yesterday. What that amounts to is basically having a package thrown at you in the middle of a fight and being forced to use it to beat a troll to death. As such, it was pretty messy, but you don't mind. It might be...a bit damaged. No biggie.

You walk over to your husktop to message anyone else, seeing if they were ready.

lokisHorseman is ONLINE

lokisHorseman[LS] began trolling subsurfacePilgrim[SP]

LH: Yo, any news on that fuckin' game thing? We playin' soon?

[RogueDruid]

==>Be the player
player of what?
==>the player of music.
See, much better.
now whats his name.
==>be KVOTHE TREBON

you have become KVOTHE TREBON and would probably be laughing at that right now, except for the fact you are napping in the forest.
your dyed orange hair swaying in the breeze, you are sleeping in between two branches in a GIANT TREE, your LUTE set next to you carefully with the strings in sun light to keep them warm.

your cloak was draped beneath you and your legs were hanging off the tree branches edge.

But are you really sleeping?

Or just resting your eyes?

yep, just resting your eyes.

In your hand is a bottle of BLACKBERRY BRAND, unopened, that you got from a FRIEND of yours. storing it in your CLOAK MODUS. you sit up and now fully awake think that its about time to get online. you grab your lute, slinging it across your back by a strap. before jumping onto a thin zip line hidden in the tree nearby, sliding down before landing near your humble abode.

A giant oversized travelers wagon lay in the shadows of the tree's, long since abandoned, It is overgrown with vines and trees, becoming a part of the forest to most. you travel often but have always appreciated being able to come here and call it home, at least until the wanderlust strikes you once again and makes you move on for a while.

entering through one of the cloth covered entrances  you duck around the wall and up to your tech room, sitting at your husk top so you can boot up trollian.

ravelBastard[RB] is ONLINE

[Guest]

==> Be Velara. Again.
You have once again become VELARA GOCKLIL.

Though we have met two more trolls since your last address, not much has changed for you. Well, nothing that you're not already used to. At this very moment, you have left your computer and are now fiddling with your stupid RATCHET MODUS. This thing is always giving you trouble, as it is confusing to work with. What makes it challenging is that you start with a center card valued at 0 and a variable number of ring cards. It goes up to six, counting up from one as you go clockwise around the ring. You may only place or remove objects in or from card 0 and every time you do either, the ring ratchets up one card by rotating counter-clockwise. If there is already an item in card 0 when you captchalogue another, the item in card zero will move to what ever card is above it at the time. The ring will then ratchet, moving the item on the active card over, thus making it inactive and inaccessible. If you place an object in your sylladex when card 0 and the active card are full, the active card's item is ejected downwards with great force.

All that being said, you've taken time step away from your computer so you don't IMPALE your screen or foot with the actual RATCHET you are trying to get to.

However, just as your careful planning is about to pay off, your husktop sounds an alert informing you that some one is trolling you. Excited to get a response so quickly, you accidently captchalogue the WRENCH you kicked away from your chair earlier. Realization hits you milliseconds before it does your modus as the wrench is placed in the already-filled 0-card. Predictably, the wrench nearly BREAKS YOUR FOOT as it is launched into the floor. You roll to the side just in time.

You pick yourself up with a heavy sigh that is older than you are, and proceed to kick the wrench across the floor - where it crashes into a half-finished engine that promptly leaks a heavy layer of smoke.

...

You're a fucking idiot.

==> Velara: Check Message

Grateful that you have something to distract yourself with, you go to see who it is.

lokisHorseman[LS] began trolling subsurfacePilgrim [SP]

LH: Yo, any news on that fuckin' game thing? We playin' soon?

Oh. This guy. Despite his asshole-ish leanings, you actually like this guy. He's as into engines and vehicles as you are, and even though you pride yourself on your motorist know-how, you will begrudgingly admit that he might know more about motorcycles than you. Maybe.

You sit down, and begin to type.

==> Answer

[SP] I don't know ^bovt everyone else, bvt I h^ve my copy

[SP] Do yov know who ^ll is pl^ying?

[Ion]

==> Be Vyrali again.

You are back to being Vyrali. Once she opened her trollian, it seemed that her many, many friends decided that she was the ‘cool troll’. Wow, she sure is surprised that she is getting all these messages. Though she might be thinking that she is some hot stuff, she is rather not that very useful in the whole scheme of things. But it didn’t hurt to let a young troll dream…. Right?

Actually, it would, and could in the events to come. But that wasn’t the problem right now. What was the problem was that she needed to answer these people.

Now who to pick…

There was the Indigo blooded troll, whom she had spoken to repeatedly over the sweeps she had known him. He was an alright fellow, if anything. A bit too ‘in your face’ about some things like… being a noble towards the middle of his spectrum. The thought of nobility sickened Vyrali somewhat. In the DISTANT past they had gotten away with all this horrible junk! It was horrible!

Thank the goddess that it wasn’t like that nowadays. The empress – who she really, really admired in a way – was a very upstanding individual and brought both the sea dwellers and the land dwellers together. And she also helped the trolls through a massive, near world-ending crisis like the nigh-extinction of the Mother Grubs. Genetic experiments were thumbs up in Vyrali’s point of view.

But enough about the past… time for the present and onwards!

But there was also the teal blood, of whom she had a close relationship with. Not that sort of relationship, you ninny! It was the platonic, trusting type of relationship where both parties were equal. Goddesses forbid they get into a matespiritship, which she knew would NEVER happen. It was like, impossible. They were too pale for one another.

She decided, in the end to do both, out of the fact that they messaged her seconds between one another.

—tickingTimer[TT] was trolled by stitchedSnowman[SS]—

TT: Hello Ozeath. And I am good enough as it is; though I would appreciate it if you did not call my home ‘snooze city’. It’s not like it’s any better than waddlebeast land. :P
TT: And yes I did! It was so odd that it managed to seemingly teleport into my room the instant I got the notification that I would receive one.
TT: I am excited for this. I think it’s going to be the next-gen game!
TT: And I wonder; how are you as of late?

That one done, she decided to go and troll the other guy.

—tickingTimer[TT] was trolled by nubbySleuth[NS]—

TT: Hey!
TT: And no, not really. Though, I wonder; did your SGRUB manage to… suddenly exist in your room in a sort of package?
TT: Mine did. It was weird.
TT: Anyways, how are you? <> Need to talk about anything?

[V.M.P.]

==> Be the adorable piggy

You are now a cute as fuck pig, white, round, and perfect hugging size, though right now you are recieving no hugs, just the cold embrace of the "jail cell", on the hard and very stony velvet pillow, with as much piggy food around you as you can stomach. How did you get into this situation? Well it's just due punishment for your crimes, the crime of being a great lusus. Oh look, your warden is here to taunt you.

==> be the dispicable douche responsible for the capture of the pig.

You are now Millak Nottab, a teal blooded troll of high standards for law and order, your interests include "training" for being a true arrestler, eating, and rough housing, you are currently honing your great taunting ability, as you taunt taunt taunt the fuck out of the guilty lusus, meaning hugging, cuz he so adorables, so adorable it's a crime, uh oh, he hasn't even gotten out of prison yet, let alone receive probation to break, it seems he requires some discipline.

==> LADIES AND GENTLE TROLLS, ARE YOU READY TO RUUUUUUUMBLE?!

Of course you are, millak body slams onto his lusus

==> 3! 2!

Millak is thrown off, as his lusus transforms into a hulking boar, more hairy, possessing dangerous looking tusk, and looking somewhat less huggable. It grunts and does that rubbing it's foot on the ground thing that bulls do before they charge and start blundgeoting spainards, and it starts it's boar rush, trampling all the fancy ass pillows and food in his way.

Millak got down low and braced his legs back, his hands awaiting at the same height as the pig's tusk, when it came came into grasping range he rapped his hands around the tusk, he was pushed back a bit by the boar's force as he pushed up, and he flipped the pig onto its back and jumped on its belly.

==> celebrate victory

Your lusus morphs back into its adorable form and you join hands in a happy victory dance.

==> remember that game

Oh, right, they probably want you to join now.

You take out your husk top from your EVIDENCE MODUS, it came out in a clear plastic bag with fingerprints peppering it, you connect to the open memo, seems you're late to the party.

marshalVice is ONLINE

[Thebluemage]

===> Check in on Waddlebeast Land.

IT'S CALLED OZ-LAND GET IT RIGHT GOSH.

ANYWAY. You are now Ozeath again, who is currently playing with his crossbow, firing it at a target on his ceiling. A nice old poster of a movie title so long in some circles it is shortened to HEAVY MACHINERY LUBRICANT THAT IS OF AN INCREASINGLY LOW QUALITY. You shot that lowblood hooligan(who's style you admire to no end) RIGHT in his greased up hair that you have modeled your own hair after.

You are also waiting on a nice tray of milk being brought to you by one of your many WADDLEBEAST BROS. Suddenly, you hear your messages being replied to! Finally! It had felt like nights!

SS: Heeey! Y()u w/-\nn/-\ g() m/-\n? W/-\ddlebe/-\st l/-\nd r()cks!
SS: Y()u c/-\n like, sn()wb()/-\rd.
SS: ()R m/-\ke sn()w-gi/-\nts
SS: /-\nd stuff.

You nervously bap your head. That wasn't a cool thing to type.

SS: /-\nyw/-\y, my Red-Sist/-\, I g()t the m/-\d g/-\mes /-\ll up /-\nd in here.
SS: D/-\wg.
SS: T()tes just appeared ()n my desk this dusk. Penguind/-\d must've g()tten it fr()m the m/-\il-tr()ll.
SS: I w()nder wh/-\t my cl/-\ss is g()nna be!!! =:o
SS: Wh/-\t d() y()u think?

===> Be Cranwi once more.

I don't understand why you would ever want that, but okay.

Cranwi chuckled at the quick response. He didn't even have time to go do something else! He liked this gal, she knew a fair share about motorized vehicles and scuttlebuggies so he could have a good conversation with her on those topics. Plus, she'd probably be fun to play this game with.

LH: yeah, that blueblooded fucker, Ozeath, and Vyrami prolly. She was fuckin' hyped about this game.
LH: What'ta ya think? Or are ya busy fiddlin' with yer lil' toy motors? >;P

[Guest]

==> Satura, go bother Owlmom.

Oh hell no. Owlmom was not the one to be bothered. She would peck your eyes out. Anyhoo, she was out getting dinner. Which you would then have to prepare. She was so inconsiderate sometimes but you guess she means well.

While you wait for Owlmom to get back, you pull up one of your favorite websites, of which is top secret because hey, a girl has to have her secrets. Once you've caught up on all there is to know about the technological world, you close the tab and glance at trollian. As you suspected. No one has trolled you yet.

==> Maybe you should actually try to be social. You know it makes you live longer.

So? You live long enough since you're a cerulean- HOOT!!! Owlmom swoops through the window and drops several dead Squeakbeasts on your desk. Ok! Ok! You update your status on trollian.

You change your status to PALSY. That should bring your friends flocking to you. You sit back and begin tinkering with one of your many projects. Many of which are scattered on your floor. You push up your HIPSTER GLASSES and focus intently on this automated mail retriever.

==> Okay this is ridiculous. Satura, troll that one troll... You know which one that is.

Actually no, you don't. There is AGETKA ALEIXO, a troll whom you could talk about quadrants with. Usually those conversations would be her talking about the RED and BLACK QUADRANTS and you talking about the ASHEN QUADRANT.

Then there is LETHUS LARIAT. He is apart of a blood caste that is a highly gender-oriented caste as you are. His is mostly filled with feminine trolls, while yours is a mostly male caste. You enjoy hearing his views on life.

KVOTHE TREBON was the only troll who could have known about your liking of music. You admitted that you dabbled in music once to him. You quickly gave that up when your lusus nearly pecked off one of your horns.

But golly, who to pester right now?

temporalTraveller started trolling jadeThorns

TT: HElLO!!! IT HaS BEEN A BiT OF TIME SInCE I HAVE SPOKEN WITH YoU!!!
TT: I HEaRD THAT YoU WILL BE PLAyING SGrUB!!!
TT: ArE YoU EXCiTED??? ;D

[Guest]

==> Become the cave-dwelling bitch

You take offence to that, but you're too preoccupied to acknowledge that unfathomably rude gesture at the moment because you are BUSY stopping the SMOKE that has started to fill your room. Your brilliant display of frustration that you performed earlier has lead to BILLOWS OF GRAY EXHAUST to flood your ceiling, effectively fogging up your respiteblock. The engine doesn't seem to give two fucks that your a busy girl with trolling to do, so it wheezes on in that blissful squeaking sound as it vomits more smog into the air.

You didn't even put that much gas in their, so you don't know what the hell that thing's problem is.

Wrench in hand, the same one that CAUSED this whole mess, you continue to tighten the various rotary fasteners that you dislodged when kicking said wrench across the floor LIKE A FUCKING WRIGGLER.

Suddenly, your computer dings again to let you know that Cranwi has messaged you back. You stand up from the awkward kneel/crouch that you'd been sitting in, and glare at the motor through narrowed eyes; this is a warning that it better not start leaking again, or so help you, Gog, you will make that thing into a grub-sauce can-opener. Once your dominance over the inanimate object has been made, you return to your seat at the computer.

==> Velara: Read and Reply

LH: yeah, that blueblooded fucker, Ozeath, and Vyrami prolly. She was fuckin' hyped about this game.

LH: What'ta ya think? Or are ya busy fiddlin' with yer lil' toy motors? >;P

You almost LOSE YOUR SHIT when you read that OZEATH CYROOS will be playing. He's a nice troll, optimistic and rather cheery to talk to every once in a while. In fact, you don't even dislike him - you just HATE how dedicated he is to the stupid caste system. You and he have talked before, and that topic is now considered TABOO between you two.

You pause, taking time to smile and roll your eyes a little at the thought of VYRAMI VESKIL - she's another one of the trolls you can stand. Not that this is a surprise, because almost EVERYONE, it seems to you, likes Vyrami. She's simply too sweet not to like, especially because, unlike most trolls at the bottom of the blood caste, she doesn't bitch and moan about it. That's actually why you like her.

Your eyes skim to the second part of the message, and this time you glance back towards your now-SHITTY engine. You will never admit to this.

No one must ever know.

[SP] H^h^, Oze^th is pl^ying? It'll be hil^rious w^tching him pl^y with 'lowbloods'. ^lso, dvh, Vyrami is excited. Doesn't she love te^mwork stvff?

[SP] I think this is going to be fvcking comic^l - besides, it's been ^ while since we ^ll hvng out. Wh^t do yov think?

[dexterousSurvivalist]

> Quick! Swim away!

You stare at your mother lusi wide eyed, for a moment. Where you begin to swim away at a rapid speed! But suddenly! Your horse mother lusus was faster than you, as your mother lusus is suddenly standing ahead of you. Your mother lusus has something in her mouth. It appears to be a bowl of sea food. you stare at the bowl before your lusus lets go of the bowl from her mouth. The bowl floated there for a moment, before being taken away by the care of you. To which your mother gave a low bubbly generous grunt towards you. You look down in the bowl to see it was full of SWECH WEED. it is very much greener than earth sea weed, where lets face it. You should not really suppose to know about earth stuff. Anyways, getting back on track to this SWECH WEED. Its texture is also squishy, from once so eating it before. You look back up to your mother with a smile.

> Where are the pictures?

Pictures? You ask the voice in head. Anyhow, it seems your mother lusus begins swim galloping away.

> Agetka, Husktop looms...

You turn around on your heel within your dark room of where you've chosen to sleep. To look at your husktop resting on a stone desk. You swim towards it, as you station yourself in front of it to begin using the husk top.

> Agetka. Trollian status horselessTide: ONLINE

horselessTide is online!

As the sound travels through other trolls trollian alike. You begin to open a memo for the heck of it, called. "The Blue Lagoon."

HT: Just setting up this memo here.
HT: If no one reAlly minds, thAt is.

> Agetka, snack on swech weed.

You put your hand in the bowl to take one end of the swech weed in your mouth and such that sucker up like a piece of noodle. You then do a deepening swallow. Before continuing in swallowing down more.

[Thebluemage]

Cranwi grinned as he saw his chain was now free from the gratuitous muck that had infested it. Standing up, he began to twirl it around above his head like a complete idiot, making a "FWISH FROWSH FWISH" esque sound. God he loved that sound.

It was the sound of victory.

He put the chain back into his strife deck, and then began to get dressed. What? You expect him to stay in those nasty clothes after a muddy pit fight? You crazy. He was now clothed in nice, clean garments and ready to respond to a series of messages.

First, the personal conversation. Gotta love that spunky lowblood gal. He liked her, didn't buy into that hemospectrum bullshit like alot of the lower castes.

LH: Yeah, Oz is a fuckin' freak. Wanna spawn kill 'em with me?
LH: It'll be fun hangin' out with ya again. Maybe this game'll have vehicles and we can race or somethin'.
LH: Or just murder shit.
LH: Or anythin' else you'd like ;D

With a small bout of laughter, he looked at the next chat. What, who the fuck opened a memo? Who said he wanted to /talk/ to some of these assholes?

-lokisHorseman[LH] began responding to The Blue Lagoon-

LH: Eh, whateva.
LH: What's up with you, sweety? Excited for this game?
LH: I know I am.

[dexterousSurvivalist]

> Agetka. Respond to the blue lagoon.

HT: GAme?
HT: I hope your not referring to trollin twister?
HT: Or?...

> Agetka, eat~~~!

You take a glance away from the Husktop, towards your bowl of swech weed. To pick at it as you look back on the screen to open up another TEB of PICTROIDES. The pictroides shown on the husktop screen is from a search engine. Called GOOGIE GRUBLE. All those shells look really pretty as you look them.

> Agetka. You have totally forgot something!

Oh right! As you remember quickly to ask the other person in the memo.

HT: Eh.
HT: Sorry for long response.
HT: I wAs looking At something.
HT: But whAt gAme you're tAlking About?

> Agetka. Relax.

You sit back as you stare at your husktop screen boredly.

[Guest]

==>Be the now social Cobalt blooded troll

Okay really? You already said that you were a CERULEAN! Dear GOG how that annoyed you to no end! You even looked up your blood on the hemospectrum and yes, it is CERULEAN. Now, quit that

==> I do apologize.

You nod to the voice in your head that just apologized for hurting your feelings.

==> Now what were you doing before?

As you await a reply from your jaded acquaintance (oh look at you, using puns, clever girl~) you notice that a MEMO has been opened and you read the few responses to the memo. You decide it is time for you to insert yourself into the MEMO.

-temporalTraveller began responding to The Blue Lagoon-

TT: I KNOW THAT I AM QUiTE REaDY TO EMBARK ON THIS PERILOUS JOUrNEY!!!
TT: ErM...
TT: THAT IS I MEAN TO PLAY THIS GAME!!!
TT: I DO NoT SeE HoW THIS COuLD BE PERILOUS IN AnY SHaPE OR FORM!!! ;D
TT: IT IS NoT THAT DANGeROUS RIgHT???

You give your screen a shrug and stretch your arms. All day you have been tinkering and- wait, what is that smell? You suddenly remember the dead Squeakbeasts on your desk. You almost let your previous meal see the world again. You hastily move these things to the kitchen and you put them on a spit to roast. You were so glad that you had your own food.

You let those things cook for a while and head back to your Respitblock. What can a young troll girl do now?

You have several options:

1. Go tinker with that thing from earlier
   
2. Go bother Owlmom
   
3. Pester another one of your trollian friends
   
4. Admire your collection of political paraphernalia
   

You go over to your WALL OF INCREDIBLY ODD POLITICAL PARAPHERNALIA. On it includes a POSTER you found in a strange part of the planet. It had some grumpy looking troll on it. But, it spoke to you. So you kept it. Next to it was a copy of a failed PARCHMENT OF RESOLUTION that some failed society had written years ago. It looked totally sick in your room. Boy were you proud. You eagerly awaited for the next opportunity to add to your wall.

[Guest]

==> Be Velara Goklil once again.

Do you have to?

==> Yes. Shut up and be Velara.

...Fine.


For some ungodly reason, you have once again become the yellow-blooded female. However, unlike the last three times you have been her, she is not DEALING with any self-inflicted CRISIS. The fuming engine that was LEAKING a few minutes ago has calmed down, and you figure it's probably because the thing has FINALLY run out of oil and gas to steam. On an unexpectedly fortunate turn of events, the fog has dissipated nicely despite the fact your room is a secluded cave MILES below the surface - but you are not one to look a gift hooftbeast in the mouth.

Currently you are still at your computer, as you haven't had much reason to move in the past several minutes - at least not physically. Your mind, however, has been drifting from topic to topic in the idle minutes that have taken place since you last replied. In this time, you have considered several new tunnel schematics that are far too outlandish to work,  and have used TrollPaint to try and draw a few of your impossible architectural feats.

They all look ridiculous. Your drawing skills are shit.
Discouraged by the fact you are not Troll-Picasso, you decided to take a peek around to see if there where any reviews for Sgrub online. With everyone so pumped by it, you figured there would at least be something floating around.
You are wrong. Because fuck consequential logic and all it's fundamental values.
Completely done with everything at this point, you roll your eyes and return to Trollian, where Cranwi has responded.

==> Velara: Read and Answer

[LH]: Yeah, Oz is a fuckin' freak. Wanna spawn kill 'em with me?

[LH]: It'll be fun hangin' out with ya again. Maybe this game'll have vehicles and we can race or somethin'.

[LH]: Or just murder shit.

[LH]: Or anythin' else you'd like ;D

You immediately suppress a chuckle at LH's first response before continuing down the line of pings - and by the time you finish your practically itching to play the game - especially if it's labor intensive, involves wrecking other things, and VEHICHLES. However, this brings up your recent discovery.

[SP] ^s fvn ^s tot^ling Oz wovld be, killing him would be w^y too uns^tisfying. I w^nt to w^tch him squirm XD Besides, he's not ^ll b^d.

[SP] I c^n't wait to see yov either, mr. met^l horns. By the w^y, yov're still rel^rively careful when yov're fighting, right? No fvn plying with a corpse.

[SP] Sorry to be morbid - jvst thinking. I tried to find some info on the g^me to see if they h^d w^lkthroughs or ^ny vehicle upgr^de h^cks, or ^ny specific shit - there's not even a review up. :/ This mvst be ^ le^k protect^nt on the Bet^ or something. Which svcks.

[Ion]

Vyrali’s friends were all dorks, the whole lot of those weirdos. None were dorkier than your friend Ozeath. Like, really. He might act cool but he was warm and fuzzy on the inside. Or so she thought. From her roleplaying experiences with him, it appeared that he made his character be that bastion of fuzziness that he had all the time. How she knew this? Well, she was an intrepid psychologist, and was totes good at it too.

She also thought about showing him her  some of her more… saucy FAN FICTIONS between their two FLARPsonas. But… the feeling she got made her sick. Like, in the pit of her stomach she felt queasy and weak. She didn’t like it at ALL. So instead, she kept it hidden, at the very back, in the most secure place on her husktop. Some things should NEVER be brought to light. Like how ridiculous her character was. Eugh, it was so weird that she didn’t even like it all that much.

Then again, she really didn’t like much at all, given the fact that she had never been given much to hate. In her environment, everything was a gift, no matter what. And as such, she relished each moment of it. There were, however, things she despised, but not hate. Not the PURE, PLATONIC HATE THAT WOULD SEND SHIVERS UP HUMAN SPINES. It was a dislike towards Cranwi and that yellowblooded girl. She really didn’t like nor support Cranwi’s violent behavior.

But she also felt a bit envious about the yellowblood’s situation. She had such a huge hive, she saw the diagrams! But her hive was small… and plain.

Regardless of this, she continued at the moment at hand; chatting!

TT: =:O Oh! Sounds exciting.
TT: Far better than where I’m at currently…
TT: All hot, dangerous jungle here.
TT: Not all that nice with the people living near my hive.
TT: And as for your class, well…
TT: I dunno… isn’t there some sort of class where you can become your… aspect or whatever? I saw it in the review.
TT: What do you think MY class will be, hmm?

This question was rather serious; she always liked the thoughts of others. Unless if they were UNRULELY ASSHOLES LIKE THAT ONE CERTAIN TEALBLOODED FUCKWAD.

But as this violetblood opened a memo, she couldn’t help but reply.

TT: Hey!
TT: As temporal said, yes, we are talking about SGRUB.
TT: What is it? Don’t the royals know about it?
TT: =:?

[V.M.P.]

==> Be the relatively less UNRULY TEALBLOODED FUCKWAD

You are now Millak, you are not too familiar with many of the people you will be playing with, as you were mostly introduced to them through Nakurd, and that sugar frosted flatfoot seems too busy to be trolled right now... You just remembered that you have a damn hate friendship monopoly on that ratty ass cape wearing douche, you can interupt anything he has going on and claim to have some bullshit reason for doing it, never gonna let that guy know you just wanted to chat.

marshalVice[MV] began trolling nubbySleuth[NS]

MV: hello my o-comrad/rival/friend thing
MV: I'm here to pull up a surprise interrogation on your ass
MV: question one, what in the rainbow blooded troll in sky's name is this game about?
MV: question two, fuo-ck you
MV: I just needed a third thing so I guess I'll just ask if you would like to share a donut dunking session while we play
MV: RBTiS knows why I made this sinful fusion of o-creamsio-ckle into my holy loops
MV: also I give a preemptive fuo-ck you for o-commenting on my way of saying god.

[Cardly]

> Cardly: Panic because you just lost a shit ton of a post and have been neglecting this session!

YOU PANIC LIKE SHIT AND TYPE THE FOLLOWING!

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> Nakurd: Fix the 4th wall

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There! Good as new.

> Respond To The Girl

lor=#339966]#339966]NS: Nakurd !s too busy at the moment...
NS: He has an !mportant case that he w!ll soon d!scover!

> The cop?

NS: I don't have t!me to deal w!th you at the moment...
NS: Want to know why?
NS: BECAUSE !'VE RUN OUT OF CREAMS!CLES!

[V.M.P.]

MV: of o-course
MV: where did you think I got these nasty sticks?
MV: I confiscated your last pao-ck just for this oo-co-casion
MV: now if you don't say yes I'm just going to use these o-creamsio-ckle donuts as target prao-ctio-ce
MV: bang
MV: BANG.
MV: your o-call, Nakky.

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