Re: What A Strange Game!

by **DistantRed** Mon Aug 10, 2015 12:13 pm

You see that Caroll has come over. You two have always been quite good friends, even if Evil- err- Sab A has always sabotaged any chances they had of anything. Well, she's especially a good friend when she dealed with that and was still friendly.

Sab 1: Hey Car!
Sab A: Yeah, hey Car!
Sab 1: I know it seems odd, but I really think he has changed.
Sab A: I just felt really guilty after messing with Luke.
Sab A: Oh, I forgot. Our quirk and actions are the only thing differentiating us, because we're literally the same person. :/
Sab 1: Huh, well, if you can remember, I am Sab 1 or ex-good Sab.
Sab 1: And he is Sab A or ex-evil Sab.
Sab A: Oh, uh, what did you come over for?
Sab 1: Yeah, is there a reason?

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 12:24 pm

You laugh and breath a sigh of relief knowing that this is the same old Sab.

Caroll: wEll I CamE ovEr to SEE whEn you wantEd to go back to thE mEtEor or if you wantEd to just mESS around hErE.
Caroll: MaybE wE Could I don't know JuSt talk for a whilE SinCE ThriS and TaS won't bE ExpECting uS baCk on thE mEtEor for a whilE.

by **DistantRed** Mon Aug 10, 2015 12:52 pm

Sabazi 1: Oh, that's cool.
Sabazi A: Yep, really cool. So, we can just stay here.
Sabazi A: LoMaM seems to have much less madness now.
Sabazi 1: Yeah, it's kind of calm and serene here.
Sabazi 1: We should just stay here.
Sabazi 1: So, uh...
Sabazi 1: Wow, it's been a long time.
Sabazi A: We haven't been able to just talk in a long time.
Sabazi A: Uhm...
Sabazi 1: So, uh. How about them quadrants?
Sabazi A: We never did just talk about them.
Sabazi 1: So, Thris can't really be an auspitice between us.
Sabazi 1: And black with Tas isn't really a thing.
Sabazi A: And I am no longer really a rival to you anymore, so we can't be black anymore...
Sabazi 1: So, Caroll. Want to maybe um...
Sabazi A: Yeah, you want to uh...
Sabazi 1: Be in a redder quadrant with me or us, or uh?
Sabazi A: Yeah.

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 1:45 pm

He turned around from his laptop, and jumped at the sight of two CyborgImps. The hell was that thing, anyway? It had a robotic, red eye and a prosthetic Wright arm. Looks like it was time for a Strife.
>Aggrieve
You equip your Wrench and charge towards them, not even bothering to put on your Goggles. You whack one across the head, and do significant damage to the first one. Fortunately, not every part of the CyborgImps were made of metal. About 1/4 of them were. The right side of their body being the mainly metallic part.
>Abjure
They, in turn, come to try and punch you with their robotic fist. You successfully defend against the first limb away with a swift kick to the Imp's face, before losing your balance with your damn shoes and accidentally kicking the already damaged imp on the ceiling. As it fell down upon you, you smacked it with your wrench and it turned into a small pile of grist; which disappeared on your touch.
>Aggrieve
Deciding it went well last time, you once more charge them and smack the imp with your wrench, making it fall on to the remnants of your scrap metal pile before turning into Grist. Victory! (If not a shallow one.)

Sighing in relief, you touch one of the Grist pieces; which disappears. It was very strange, but from previous games; this must be added to an inventory of sorts; so you collect up the small amount of grist.

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 1:56 pm

Caroll: yES I would lovE to bE in a morE rEd quadrant with both of you! It might gEt awkward to bE honESt... But why not I'vE actually had fluShEd fEElings for thE good you SinCE wE startEd playing thE gamE... Now you two arE ESSEntially the SamE again I'm finE with it <3 So will you bE my matESprit?

A minty colored blush begins to form around your cheeks and you giggle nervously while smiling.

by **DistantRed** Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:12 pm

Sabazi 1: Oh, sorry if I led you do that.
Sabazi 1: I meant something more pale. :/
Sabazi 1: Sorry about any confusion.
Sabazi A: So, this is um... awkward.
Sabazi A: I'd like...
Sabazi A: Um...
Sabazi 1: What?
Sabazi A: I'd like to be matesprits. :love:
Sabazi A: Can we just put everything beside and be matesprits?
Sabazi 1: Uh, me...
Sabazi 1: Want to uh, come over here?
Sabazi A: I don't really have a choice. Do I?

Sabazi starts arguing with himself aside.

He comes back.

Sabazi 1: So, I guess I'm cool with it.
Sabazi 1: Just no weird pailing stuff.
Sabazi 1: Just some paleing stuff.
Sabazi A: Only you would make a pun at romance.
Sabazi 1: I'm sorry. It's just kind of awkward, you know?
Sabazi 1: And I am you.
Sabazi A: Eh, I guess. How is this gonna work?

by **whisperingOptimist** Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:16 pm

When the subject of Troll romance is broached, our sparing human intellects blah blah blah. We'll get back to those two later.

Emmy, shove that disc in the drive and run those commands.

You roll your eyes and push the Sever disc into your computer. The spirograph is cool you guess. Your screen loads up to see a young man, obviously Arkh who else, and he has a bunch of weaponry about his room.

EP: sick WEAPONS.

You look in this registry and see a few things that seem to need deploying.

EP: hey im gonna see if i can make your ROOM bigger.
EP: theres these MACHINES that i guess i have to 'deploy'.
EP: so I guess move any JUNK away from the EDGES of the ROOM.

by **trichotomousKeeper** Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:16 pm

You respond to Luke.

TK: Y3s I suppos3 you ar3 corr3cT
TK: I jusT mom3nTarily forgoT
TK: Th3r3 is a way your spriT3 can Talk
TK: MosT can
TK: BuT hold off on ThaT for now
TK: JusT mak3 sur3 you don'T l3T anyThing Touch your spriT3
TK: On3 of us has an id3a

You then notice the message from Sabazi as well. It seems both sides of Sabazi are getting along. You hope it lasts.

TK: If Th3 mor3 viol3nT sid3 of you has c3as3d hosTiliTi3s, I w3lcom3 Th3 chang3
TK: You know how I f33l abouT un3c3ssary viol3nc3
TK: I'm happy To s33 you s33m To hav3 r3ach3d an und3rsTanding Sabazi A

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:29 pm

UI: An idea? Well, hopefully it's a good idea.
UI: Because hearing static all the while is getting to me.

You think about the recent events. The meteor showers, end of the world, Sburb being the only way to escape. For some increasingly obvious reason, you're starting to believe the 'trolls'. (Except for the Toaster. That thing was amazing, you just know it.)

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:52 pm

You try to keep smiling but tears were starting to form. That's when the idea came into your head.

Caroll: wE Could bE moirailS and matESpritS but I don't want to forCE my fluShEd EmotionS onto Ex-good Sab. I'm juSt going to LEt you two think about it...

You change back into your godtier outfit and fly back to your land Without even saying goodbye. When you land in your land you break down and mint colored tears begin to stream down your face.

by **DistantRed** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:36 pm

Sabazi 1 & A: Shit...

Good job, you lost a matesprit, a moiral, and a friend. You

Well, you got a reply from Thrisi. Talk to her I guess.

LF: Yeah, he has really changed for the better it seems.
LF: (:D)
LF: Oh yeah, me and Caroll have been having some problems.
LF: You know, with quadrants.
LF: But we can talk about that another day.
LF: (We gotta worry about humans right now.)
LF: (I got the perfect second prototype for Luke.)
LF: (MagIG9Ib)
LF: What's that?
LF: (A captchacode.)
LF: I know, but of what.
LF: (It's the tinkerbull lusus I killed.)
LF: Oh, well it probably would be a good second prototype.
LF: (It's a bit stinky and grotesque so I put it in a box so he doesn't have to deal with that.)
LF: Luke loves docile animals like that.
LF: (Exactly!)
LF: So, give him the code and he can just throw the box in.
LF: (And while we're giving out presents)
LF: (Give QqgITPuI to Lucy)
LF: What's that?
LF: (That's an actual surprise.)
LF: And?
LF: (You don't ruin a surprise. She should open this one instead.)
LF: Okay then.
LF: Send those, I guess, Thrisi.
LF: And if you would, please talk with Caroll.
LF: (Yeah, she seemed pretty messed up.)

Nobody read until Luke throws in the box.:

Nobody read until Lucy opens her box.:

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:42 pm

((You don't know how tempted I am to open those Spoilers, but I shall torture myself for now.))

by **DistantRed** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:43 pm

((Haha. Just like the LAST time I did it. If this is indeed like the last time, you will love this.))

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:46 pm

((I'm not ready to see what is in the box))

by **Derpy** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:51 pm

You examine the situation. Nothing has changed, yet. Though this provides you with the perfect opportunity.

You leap from your chair and grab a mace. If you could still use your left hand, you would twirl it in your fingers, though you've lost that ability since you're still learning to switch hands.

You begin to forcefully golf the shattered cogs and such under your bed with your mace. Good job, Wood Tigers.

Pesterlog - EP:

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 3:56 pm

You wonder just how many of those little guys were around the place. Curious, you look around the house; primarily down the corridor where six CyborgImps are playing with the Cruxtruder. You put on your goggles, this might take a while.

You bash one with your Wrench as it flies into the second one behind it, jumping backwards as the third attempts to punch you; the fourth does and it creates a painful bruise on your waist. You block the fifth and sixth's attempt to attack and slam your Wrench down on the sixth; dealing a lot of damage to him but shaking your entire body because you hit a slab of metal. AndroidSprite comes in and headbutts the third into a wall. Huh, he's not so useless after all. He swung again and caused the sixth imp to go down and the fifth to be heavily damaged. The First and Second imp recovering. The Fourth imp charges you which you block with your Auto-Parry before kicking it in the face; sending it into the fifth imp to destroy it. The third imp went down after AndroidSprite's relentless assault. The First and Second have no chance as they are whacked by your wrench and charged into by your Sprite. You've managed to climb two rungs after your combats; and you've managed to exhaust yourself too. Not only have you gained some Grist, you've also managed to gain some Boondollars. Happy days. You feel as if a victory dance is coming on; but you know that the four Trolls can see you, as can Lucy. So you save yourself the embarrassment.

by **whisperingOptimist** Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:41 pm

WO: {wow good job luke! :D}
WO: {you are super handy with the wrench!}
WO: {where are you by the way?}
WO: {did you get teleported somehwere? :O}
WO: {well i guess thats better than being dead.}
WO: {oh hey, here is another machine. it didnt look useful in the beginning but ya.}
WO: {ill be away for a bit, i think i heard something outside.}

You quickly put down the Punch Designix and hop up, jogging downstairs. You bro seems to have left his game on pause and went somewhere. His bike is gone so you guess he went to the gas station to pick up some more drinks and snacks and whatnot. You then peek at your backyard. There is a small, smoking hole in the ground. Inside is a meteor about the size of your fist.

"Oh boy..."

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You'd much rather be badass but whatever. Yo smirk and watch him prance around, dusting gears and such under his bed. You drag the corners of Arkh's room and drop the machines there in quick succession. The CRUXTRUDER, the ALCHEMITER, the TOTEM LATHE, the PUNCH DESIGNIX, and the HOLOPAD. You actually decided to drop the HOLOPAD elsehwere. Damn thing takes up too much space.

EP: heh nice MOVES.
EP: but yeah.
EP: yo hows this?
EP: i put the HOLOPAD on your ROOF.
EP: it really just looks like some PROJECTOR and not necessary to really starting.
EP: little LUCY LULU sent me some sort of thing telling me what needs to happen in order to get you to SAFETY.
EP: theres probably like a bunch of METEORS heading your way.
EP: ill open the CRUXTRUDER, you take this PREPUNCHED CARD and take it to the TOTEM LATHE to carve it.
EP: there will be this glowy BALL.
EP: if you want you can throw something that is or was sentient in there.
EP: but yeah after you carve your CRUXITE DOWEL just take it to that third machine, the ALCHEMITER and make what was on the PREPUNCHED CARD.

You gently drop the card onto Arkh's head.

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:48 pm

You are Caroll once more who is now a mess. Your makeup is ruined, your friendship with Sab is ruined by how you acted,and if you don't move soon you will be killed by an ogre. You just ignore the ogre then create a wall of plants when it approaches you. Now that you are safe you decide to message Lucy.

melodicShowgirl [MS] began trolling whisperingOptimist [WO]
MS: HEy luCy glad to SEE you got lukE SafEly into thE gamE. Now whEn you EntEr thE gamE try to not prototypE anything too Crazy. LikE if you SomEhow prototypE a firSt guardian thEn ConSidEr your Shit wrECkEd... Gog I'm SuCh a mESS rn LuCy ;-;. I don't want to puSh my fEElingS onto you. AlSo anothEr thing bE CarEful of ThE blaCk quEEn ShE iS baSiCally thE villain of thE gamE. Talk to you whEn you gEt baCk.

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:58 pm

You tiredly turn on your laptop, but perk up as you got a response from Lucy.
UI: Well, my father trained my well I suppose!
UI: As for where I am? I've got no clue. But there are imps everywhere! Its kind of ridiculous.
UI: But I suppose I'll leave you to whatever you're doing.

Before you pass out, you wonder if you should message Arkh. You haven't talked to him in weeks.

--underestimatedInventor [UI] began pestering necroticSynthesis [NS]--
UI: Hello, uh, I haven't talked to you in a while.
UI: I hope you're keeping well and such.
UI: You don't have to reply if you don't want to, it was just a hello.
UI: But on the off chance that you do want to talk about anything then I'd be more than happy to.

by **whisperingOptimist** Mon Aug 10, 2015 5:26 pm

You run back upstairs, bearing a Mountain Dew Sangria Blast in your hand. It seems people were trying to contact you while you were away.

Answer Caroll
WO :{im glad hes safe too! i was worried when the screen blacked out for a bit.}
WO: {what a close call!}
WO: {ill be careful when protoyping. thats when you put something in the floaty glowy ball right?}
WO: {im sorry to hear about your emotions D:}
WO: {we can talk about it when i teleport to some magical planet place.}
WO: {i will not fail to help you feel better! :D}

Answer Luke
WO: {so there's a meteor the size of my fist in backyard.}
WO: {but yeah i think now its safe for you to protoype your sprite with something else!}
WO: {maybe something soft heh...}

by **hereticalTophat** Mon Aug 10, 2015 5:35 pm

You answer Lucy once more.
UI: The trolls told me to wait, since one of them has a plan.
UI: And whilst it may seem hypocritical of me to say this; but I'm beginning to trust them on their judgement more?
UI: I don't think this is really a game, I feel like we're one small step in one massive plan. Maybe Arkh knows a thing or two about conspiracies.
UI: Speakig of Arkh, when he's in the game; you've got to get him to get you in the game too. You dying would be terrible. And I forgot to thank you for the... Punch Designix? Is that what it is?

by **timesrowKilling** Mon Aug 10, 2015 5:37 pm

You smile at Lucy's response and begin to wipe your tears away.

MS: thankS luCy I'm fEEling a littlE bit bEtEr. My frEaking makEup iS ruinEd tho and that Shit takES forEvEr to put on. Now what you nEEd to do iS Start building up lukE'S houSE to a Spirograph in thE Sky ovEr hiS houSE. I'm rEally happy that you CarE about my Stupid fEElingS... AlSo yES prototyping iS whEn you throw SomEthing into thE glowing floaty ball thing.

by **Derpy** Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:00 pm

you look over to your computer again and read through. Is, or was sentient? What do you --- Oh. You have that skull you found in your backyard while you were digging a hole to plant that bush. What was it even from? You don't know or care to remember. You'll probably chuck it in there anyways.

On a second look, you see someone else is pestering you. You hop over real quick and yoink your wireless keyboard, grab a roll of duct-tape, and your belt, jury-rigging a tab-switching device. You already have your microphone to speak with. Thing is, it took a solid ten minutes to try to rig this, with your lack of a left arm and all.

Pesterlog - UI:

But before you do, you reply to Emmy real quick.

Pesterlog - EP:

You grab your trustiest mace, give it a quick twirl between your fingers, and drop it on your foot. Thankfully, only the handle fell on your foot. You lean down to pick it up before darting out of your room and downstairs, to the clock, large, tall, and standing ominously. You hated it. No, hating wasn't the right word. Loathed it. You despised it with every single fiber of your being, every fiber that has or ever existed, even if they lay within something else.

Rearing your arm back, you drive the spiked club into the glass, before pulling back and attacking the entire thing with more vigor, leaving a large dent in the side, driving it in the same spot once more, cleaving through the wood this time, leaving an open wound, a stain, a mark on time that you hope it remembers, to know that you will be it's undoing, ripping the dangling thingy off with a maniacal grin.

You're fucking crazy when it comes to smashing clocks. Check yourself before you shrek yourself, m8.

Anyways, once it's successfully smashed, you run back upstairs and chuck your mace at the wall, creating a dent. Why would you even do that? You're an idiot.

Either way, you re-read the lines of pink text and pick up the card you ever-so-carelessly left on the floor. A quick shove of the card into the slot and there's the grey-ass totem lathe, so bland, so boring, just like your eyes, you egg.

Nevermind, you're not sticking that skull in there. You've got something way better. Sneaking into your cousin's room, you stare at the mass of fluff on the floor. Oh yeah, baby, this is gonna be good. DIS GON B GUD.

Staring at the glowy ball after a bunch of other nonsense, you lightly chuck the ball of fluff and stupidity into the ball to create...

PUGSPRITE! Or more specifically, DOUGSPRITE! Look at his stupid little squishy face! You always have loved Doug, he's such an adorable little idiot. Speaking of idiots, now you're just standing there, grinning like one, not doing what you should be doing. Someone should probably get you to be doing what you're doing. For example, taking the grey cruxite thing to the alchemiter.[/color]

by **Derpy** Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:01 pm

That's like 300% longer than it was supposed to be. What the hell, me.))

by **trichotomousKeeper** Tue Aug 11, 2015 12:45 am

Looks like Sabazi needs some help. Though you aren't quite sure of Sabazi A's sudden change of heart, you feel that you should give him a chance. You message Luke and Lucy.

trichotomousKeeper [TK] began trolling underestimatedInventor[UI]

TK: H3llo again
TK: Good To s33 you ar3 making progr3ss in Th3 gam3
TK: LF ask3d m3 To giv3 you This
TK: MagIG9Ib
TK: IT's a capTcha cod3
TK: You can us3 iT To mak3 Th3 iT3m
TK: H3 said you can proToTyp3 your spriT3 wiTh iT

trichotomousKeeper [TK] began trolling whisperingOptimist [WO]

TK: H3llo
TK: I know w3 hav3n'T spok3n much
TK: BuT LF ask3d m3 To s3nd This cod3 To you
TK: As a gifT
TK: QqgITPuI
TK: You can us3 iT To mak3 Th3 iT3m

With that done, you decide a good snack would be nice right about now. You head to your kitchen to whip something up.

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