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Games are trivial things, made to be won in a particular fashion. By right, at least millions will achieve the game's end. However, sometimes, games don't appear to be what they seem, especially a particular, innocent looking game by the game of SBRUG. A game that will cause the end of the world nonetheless, but yet, the innocent and curious still strive to play it after getting their hands on it. 11 different children of different races soon come together, without realising it, cause the doom of all their planets. One would say, a Universal Apocalypse.

Would one be so willing as to doom their entire race, all because of one small, little, innocent game? Of course not, and thus they fall into SBRUG's trap, probably never ever getting out of it, ever.

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A young troll stands in the middle of her room, it so happens today is her Wriggling Day and it has been 7 sweeps since she was just a little pink fuchsia grub. Right now, she is playing with her lusus with a wide grin on her face while passing the time. Why? she is waiting for a game to arrive. Now before we go further, let's find out her name.

>ENTER NAME

You attempt to enter a name, but she already has a name! She just got it a sweep ago! She sighs and gestures to a silver name plaque hanging on her little submarine-shaped hive's window.

MARYBA FISKUR

Yes, that is what it says and you are now, Maryba Fiskur.

You are now, 7 SWEEPS OLD and you ENJOY PLAYING WITH YOUR LUSUS. Also, you're quite the lover for AQUATIC LIFE. No surprise there, especially since you're a SEA DWELLER and the highest of the hemospectrum nonetheles. You're not looking forward to the day when you might have to kill off your predecessor once you're old enough.
Around your room, numerous FUCHSIA PINK CLOTHING line the floors. You have to admit, you're not the cleanest troll around. Your lusus is WHALESHARK MUM and boy, you love her. Couldn't ask for a better lusus like her. Your troll handle is bubblingSplasher and you tend to CApitalise the first and last two letteRS of your sentences in order to symbolise the beginning and the end of something.

Now, as a fore mentioned, you are waiting to play a game. You and your other friends are also looking forward to it, well, you are, definitely.

>Maryba: Troll A Friend

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==>Be Someone Else While Waiting For A Reply

You are now someone else, and that someone else is not a troll. She is quite old in teen years, but not that old to have her wings just yet.

LIKAELIA RANU

Is your name. You are a goblin of respectful age and boy, are you the MAN's LADY. Everyone comes to you for ADVICE and you tend to get a lot of COMPLIMENTS FROM THE MALES. You are about 5 LUNAR YEARS old and that would mean that you're 5 more lunar years to finally begin growing wings! Being a SKY INHABITANT means that you are the lucky ones who gain the ability to fly and you LOVE FLYING. Your caretaker always flies you about.

You're also quite good at MUSIC and you play the BASS. Also, your race has psychic abilities and yours is to DISMANTLE OBJECTS. Pretty handy if they ask you. Your handle is called yearningArtisan, and you double hashtag your sentences, before and after  and hyphen after the first letter of it, thus the rule of having to always apply a quirk to your text in your race.

Right now, you are awaiting an object that should be coming right...any...second...any...second...now...any...second...

WHOOSH!

Yes, the wind tunnel passages has sent your package you're waiting for right through your window and nicely onto the desk which has your WINGTOP on it.

>Likaelia: Open Memo

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[FantasizingAbnegator]

You see a young troll sitting in front of her holographic laptop tinkering with small mechanical parts who's wearing an electronic glasses thing which had red lenses.

>Enter name
The troll laughed and shook her head. She took a plate and showed you she already had a name:

Serize Syphoe

So that is your name now. You are pretty much a normal troll if not for you mutated red eyes underneath those lenses. You love tinkering with robotic mechanical parts and you are really fond of your robotic dragon lusus. You found your lusus half dead and managed to save her with your robotic mechanical skills. You're 7 sweeps old and you would usually tinker about with mechanical parts and play around with critters that come by your hive once in awhile.

You room seemed to be painted black but one of its walls had your symbol painted in white. You have psychic abilities to control minds and you have this subconsciousness to put people's needs before yours. Your trollian is FantasizingAbnegator and you usually type your letter B's as 13, P's as 9 and S's as 5. You were waiting for some replies when finally someone started trolling you.

>Reply to trolling

You soon opened trollian using your electronic glasses:

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[Derpy]

And you see yet another young troll, with beartraps attached to his hands, unleashing a violent assault upon some training dummies. Well, they do kind of fight back, if you hit them right. And then you get even more angry and rip them apart. Then you have to build them, piece by piece, over again.

> ENTER NAME

Fuckass Scrublord

Before you can even get done with "Fuckass", the box is flown away by a thrown dummy! This troll appears rather agitated, crossing his arms and tapping his foot in wait.

> ENTER NAME

Nurins Lypiad

You are Nurins Lypiad. You are a bossy, self-centered, narcissistic troll. You will attempt to take charge in any way, shape or form, and you simply refuse to listen to anybody else. You tend to agitate others, and have a completely useless psionic power. Soundless sneeze? Useless. You almost never sneeze because sneezing is an IMPERFECTION and you will not stand yourself to be IMPERFECT UNDER ANY MEANS.

You believe yourself to be perfect in any way, and will spend your time making sure you are. When you have nothing else to do, you will groom yourself. Hell, you'll even groom yourself in the middle of combat! You also have a rather UNHEALTHY OBSESSION with THE CONCEPTS OF INFINITY AND OBLIVION. You'd love for there to be an infinite nothing, an existing state of non-existence where everybody is both alive and dead, where everything exists and doesn't.

Your trollhandle is infiniteLimbo and you type in such a way that it's completely obvious y∞'re o8bsessed with ∞. y∞ will esch∞ not y∞sing a lemniscate or 8 for y∞r double-o's and b's, respectively. that physically hurt t∞ d∞. y∞'re feeling nauseous.

Nauseated, you give up training and make your way to your respiteblock, jumping into the sopor slime in one of the holes of your ∞ shaped recuperacoon. You'll come in handy later, so get your rest and GOD DAMMIT YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THAT RECUPERACOON, NO, FUCK HE'S NOT DOING WHAT I TOLD HIM FUCK.

Well, now apparently you've jumped on your computer, metaphorically speaking, since you're disobeying orders, as usual. You use one hand to comb your ever-so-perfect hair and the other to begin trolling what you think is your friend. You don't really get the notion of friendship, and struggle to understand quadrants. You know you should, but since they change so fast at times, you're left in the dust.

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[logicalEnthusiast]

You see a room filled with socks. You wonder why the hell someone would own these many socks but that isn't of importance right now. You see a moving lump in the middle of the sock flood and emerging out of the lump is a young troll

>Enter Name
The troll laughs and points to a picture frame that has words stitched in the middle of it.

Laesia Cornua

Yes that is your name, given to you by your beloved Lusus. You love your Two Headed Snake Lusus. It was the one who knitted you all these socks. You still don't know how they can knitt with no arms but you choose not to question it. Today is also the day before your Wriggling Day, the day you will be 7 sweeps old. You are so excited because you get your present today! You remember telling your Lusus that as much as you love them, you don't want anymore socks (for the moment at least) so instead you asked for the new game that came out by the name of SBRUG. All your troll friends are talking about it so you decided that it would be cool to play it with them. You are not a very patient troll so you decide to troll your friend while waiting for the package.

You swim your way through the socks to get to your laptop. You open up the Trollian. Your troll handle is logicalEnthusiast and you like to type by replacing a with 4, e with 3, o with 0, s with 5 and you always put on CAPS LOCK. Anyways you start to type a message...

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[FantasizingAbnegator]

>Reply to other trolling

It seems like another is trolling you so you decided to reply:

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[FantasizingAbnegator]

((Uh... LE? It was addressed to me. Not to be rude or anything @-@))

[logicalEnthusiast]

(( WELL HIT ME WITH A BUS I AM BLIND. Sorry. Ill fix that :3 ))

[FantasizingAbnegator]

(( Its alright...! Just change it as if you're pestering him instead..!))

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[Damnationsedge]

A young Boogie sits on top of a large buzzing generator linking up cables to a strange device in the middle of the industrial chamber he dwells in. As it begins to power up an undulating light begins to flow from the column of energy that allows him to imitate a lost ability of his people. But before we learn all that he needs a name.

>ENTER NAME

With the device now functioning the Boogie looks straight at you, yes he can see what you're doing and while he seems happy enough its best to remember he can reach through and eat you at any moment.

GEREK CLOUDED

He seems pleased that you didn't try to abuse this chance, just connecting through this thing is a little difficult to do so best not to push it by reaching through the rift and throttling someone.

You are now Gerek, you're four epochs past your malt and your pack has inhabited various corners and crevices of one of the factories assembly line. You've decorated you're den with various little portions of entertainment, mainly small casings snatched from the assembly lines and carved into lanterns with faces in them. You love to skate and you can't remember the last time you took your skates off, after all you can get anywhere and everywhere with them on as you regularly prove by skating up and down the moving machinery and dodging being crushed in who knows how many mechanisms.

Gerek, tune the receivers and see if you can connect through the void to those other people you enjoy bothering.

You skate down one of the huge power cables and skid to a stop by a large pair of metal wires poking upright. You don't like playing with these things since the static makes your fur stand on end but you don't have many options. If you want one of the people you irritate through the void to send you this new game then it'll require a stable connection.
Alright, its holding, see if you can catch one of them.

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[PerpetuallyAdroit]

A young man stands in his bedroom at the bottom floor of his Forest Cabin. He looks to be fiddling with his fishing rod... oh god why would you think that, he is just fixing his fishing apparatus you sick person.

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>Nick Cage [X]

Didn't you read the new update, let old memes die. Besides this fellow already has a name.

>Nick Stevens [TICK MARK]

Your name is Nick Stevens and  you are 14 years old.You are currently preoccupying yourself with some jobs you have been wanting to get around to. You are a SIMPLE guy who prefers to spend his time with PHYSICAL LABOUR. You enjoy fishing, hunting and other OUT DOOR activities. Your room is full of stuffed animals and other DEAD THINGS you made dead via your hunting. You hope to one day be a FAMOUS HUNTSMAN who will travel around the world tracking down great beasts and slaying them. You have been waiting to play a new game, you notice that some people have opened up memos for the game. You decide to check some out.

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Your game disk has been sitting on your desk, you wasted no time getting to it. The thought of waiting any longer than you needed to seek it out and buy it seemed counter productive.

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A young skeleton body is currently searching around on the floor for it's head, the decapitated skull would roll it's eyes if it had any eyes, so instead it just vibrates a sigh loudly. This ridiculous display is taking place in a random ditch on the ass end of the forests biome.

What would you even call these two chucklefucks,

Alas, poor Yorick! [X]

Don't get clever with me boy, I'm ham-letting you off this time but you better watch your step.

The Integral Rot. [Goddamn tick mark]

Your name is Rot and as previously mentioned you are trying to guide your body to your detached skull. You are a spook, specifically a skeleton and you are currently a confusing and unbelievably pointless amount of spook years equivalent to 13 earth years old. You are a GOOFY kinda a spook who enjoys ADVENTURE and MISCHIEF. You like to randomly wander, much to the dismay to your hoity-toity custodian. You were investigating a shiny object when you came tumbling down a ditch, no biggy. All you need to do is get your head back and you will be fine and dandy. In the mean time you decide to vibrate your jawless skull against your phone, you see that someone has started up a memo concerning a game you have been ecstatic to start playing. The moment you get yourself together you promise to reply to it, you promise that you won't get distracte-... HAHAHA your body just fell over a rock.

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