Laststuck - An Extensive RP

[foreverJester]

You are seven sweeps old. You have several hobbies; you like to read, mostly. Anything you can find, be it a wriggler's book or even from another world.

You've discovered a book recently known as "Grimoire for Summoning the Zoologically Dubious". So far, you have absolutely no clue what it's about. you usually don't like books that you don't understand because they make you feel stupid (which you most certainly are not), but this seems to be an exception. The seemingly mindless facts intrigue you.

But hey, it's not like it'll ever be important. Oh, what was your name again?

That's right, it's Torial Reseem. And since you're positive it hasn't been mentioned yet, you are a troll from the planet Alternia.

A huge crash from a lower level of your hive is the signal to know that your lusus has come back. A shame, really, since you were about to head out and

your lusus annoys the everloving shit out of you. It's not that you find him intellectually inferior except for the fact that he is. He taught you a bit, as a good custodian should, but you passed him up when you were only just out of your wriggling sweeps.

*knock knock*

Fuck. It's the monkey. Oh you're sorry, chimp, since it gets so damn pissy when you refer to it as anything else.

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God that thing is annoying. Oh well, such is the price for being a lowblood; you get a shitty lusus. You roll your eyes and sigh as the custodian finally leaves you alone, and then move over to your Husktop. Only one of your pals seems to be online (not that you're particularly swimming in buddies but whatever), and you're just lucky enough that it's your personal favorite; your Moiral. You decide to take the initiative and troll him first.

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You decide that you'd better be prepared; you've come across some strange things when heading to the Frog Temple (even though it's basically right beside your Hive). You're sure to get your Strife Specibus squared away by grabbing your wand. You laugh when people mention that magic is fake, because it so obviously exists. You can blast green energy out of a stick of wood, who can argue with solid proof? Idiots. You grab your Husktop too, just in case you need to talk to Orfeus again.

You're surprised when your stupid Lusus doesn't bother you again on the way outside, but shrug it off and continue on. It's a short walk to the Frog Temple, and grabbing your wand was practically a waste of time. It's not like you're going to need it, why even mention it?

You shrug your shoulders at these meaningless thoughts and step into the Temple. You don't look around like you usually do; you ignore the endless symbols carved into stone, and you ignore the frog statues that permeate the corridors. The true prize is at the center of the Temple; and if your calculations are correct, the timer should reach zero only minutes after you arrive.

You raise an eyebrow at the odd flower atop the countdown-clock. It's been counting down since you were a wriggler, and the flower has wilted more and more ever since. Now, reaching the end of its countdown, it's looking completely dreadful.

Twenty seconds. Time to see what all the fuss is about, right?

It's...not a huge reveal like you thought it would be. It was some sort of time capsule; containing three small items. Two of them are nearly identical; are those game disks? You turn one over in your hands and read the covers. One reads SGRUB: SERVER, and the other reads SGRUB: PLAYER in bright red. You shrug your shoulders and slip them into your sylladex, and then pick up the third object. This is the most peculiar of the three objects; it's nothing special at first glance, just a simple journal. But upon opening it, you instantly recognize your own handwriting, and even written in your own blood color. How is that even possible?

Oh well. May as well give it a read.

Read closely because this journal is the only thing keeping you and your friends alive.

Haha, just kidding. Can you imagine if we were gonna take this whole thing that seriously? But seriously though, you're kind of in trouble.

Okay, so you're standing in front of the Lotus Time Capsule. From it you got this journal and two disks right? Captchalogue all of these, you're gonna need them. Especially the games; that's all that's going to keep you alive. Go back to your Hive and message Orfeus on your Husktop. Send him the disk labeled 'SGRUB: SERVER' and tell him to install it. Install the other one on your own Husktop and connect to Orfeus' server. Go back to your Hive and do what you've read here, then turn the page.

DO NOT TURN THE PAGE YET.

What the fuck? What is this and why is it in your handwriting? And no book is gonna tell you what to do, screw that. You turn the page and groan down at the huge letters.

I knew you'd turn the page you predictable fuck! Just go back to your Hive!

Ughhhhhhh.

You decide to obey the Journal and head back home (you kind of want to talk to Orfeus anyway and your reception in this temple is absolute shit).

Once you're back in your Hive (somehow avoiding a strife with your goddamn Lusus), you retrieve your Husktop from your Sylladex and troll Orfeus.

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You scan through the early pages of the journal while you wait for the game to install. As you go, you find that it only gets more and more confusing as you go on. This computer game effects the real world? How the fuck do you even code that? Thinking about it gives you an ulcer. And the machines in this game have stupid ass names: Cruxtruder? The fuck does that even mean? Bluhh this makes no sense.

Oh, it's finally done installing. About damn time. It looks like there's a section where there would be a list of servers you could join, but obviously the game isn't very popular, and you join the only one available: Orfeus'.

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Okay, Torial needs some time alone. Chimp, out.

It screeches at you a few times and bounces up and down at your initial request for him to leave. You try to order him around like you've heard of some trolls doing, but you guess that the animal still thinks itself your superior. Moron.

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Did this mother fucker just throw...oh, hell no. This fucker's going down. You slip your wand out of your strife specibus and blast some green energy at his feet.

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Screeching at all new octaves, it hops out the window and runs outside. Still a bit upset by the fact that your custodian just threw its shit at you, you send one blast of magic out the window just for good measure. Surprised, you hear a loud crunch and yet another screech from the m-chimp. You groan and walk over to the window, only to bite back a scream when looking outside. Apparently you knocked over a fucking tree with that last blast, which oh-so-happened to squish your Lusus. You sprint back to your Husktop in a panic.

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Okay, nothing left to do. You roll your shoulders and get ready to run. You're not really sure how long this is supposed to take, but you have to figure some of it out yourself and you might need the extra time.

A huge logo appears on your right, the same one on the front of the game disks. A huge stack of some of your favorite books (naturally your favorites are fucking heavy and huge as shit) are liften by the cursor and held above the Cruxtruder. Your Husktop beeps and you know that Orfeus has sent another message, but you know what it says and nod. Another beep from the computer, and the books slam into the top of the machine.

A huge flash of dark green light blinds you for a moment, but when it clears you see the Kernelsprite hovering above the large machine. You're not quite sure how to explain the Kernelsprite; it's dark green, the same color as your blood (doubtfully a coincidence), and perfectly round. It's sort of flashing but it's not really all that bright. You back away from it slowly but it follows the same difference, always retaining a comfortable three feet of space between it and you. You think that's okay, and rush over to turn the handle on the Cruxtruder as the journal had instructed. As you crank it, a perfect cylinder (the color exact with the Kernelsprite and your blood) is dispensed, and you quickly captchalogue it and look at the time. This fucker won't even give you five minutes to get this done before a meteor blows your hive the fuck up. Impatient dick.

You groan and run to the lower level of your Hive, and slip the Totem into the Totem Lathe. Apparently Orfeus figured out the thing with that card and drops it beside you, and you put it in the only part of the Totem Lathe it would fit. You hit the biggest button (pretty obviously the 'On' button) and a needle drops down and starts carving into the Totem. You tap your foot impatiently and wait for it to finish, but your eyes eventually drift to your Kernelsprite and reminds you that you need to prototype your Lusus. There was a BIG warning in the Journal that you need to prototype before the timer reaches zero, otherwise everything would get fucked up in a super-obscure way, so you let the Totem do its thing and run outside.

The tree that killed your Lusus isn't far, and luckily the beast is still trapped under it. You try not to look; just grab your wand and blast the tree off of it. Luckily the body is still in tact, maybe a bit shattered below the waist, but that's enough. You grab the Chimp's limp arms, spin around, and toss it into the Kernelsprite.

Another flash of green light, and the journal didn't disappoint; there floats the stupid Chimp again, arms hanging low like always. However now it looks like some kind of ghost? It's tinted green like everything else in this goddamn game, with a wispy tail instead of legs. It looks at you with a shit-eating grin.

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Fucking useless, even brought back from the dead. Bluhh stupid journal. Oh shit you're running out of time.

You run back to find that the Totem has been done carving (guess it didn't take as long as you thought), so you grab it from the machine and set it in the center of the Alchemizer. A small menu shows up, saying that the item to be alchemized is free with the provided materials (whatever that means). You click a button or two and a new item is created.

It looks like it's made of the same material as the Totem, but the shape has changed into a padlock of some kind. You raise an eyebrow and grab it from the middle of the Alchemizer, and turn it over in your hands. You know you're running out of time, but you have no clue what to do next. Stupid journal, stupid missing pages...

You turn it up to look at the dials on the bottom; three dials, each with numbers 0-9. Your best guess is that you need to unlock it somehow, though you have no clue what that will accomplish. You slowly turn the first dial, though nothing happens until you hit the number 8. It clicks loudly, and you assume that eight is correct. Luckily the middle dial clicks at 1, presumably correct, so you cycle through the last dial. Your heart starts beating faster as the room suddenly starts to feel hot. Sweat beads on your chin, and a huge grin spreads across your face as it clicks on five. The ground shakes and your ears pop, a huge explosion sounding extremely distant when it sounds on. When the trembling stops you scramble to your Husktop and troll Orfeus, hands shaking.

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[avidBowmaster]

Your name is ORFEUS CASTOR. You are a sea dwelling troll. Most sea dwellers hate land dwellers. But not you. Thats why your hive is pnly half in the ocean, and half on the beach. You are very friendly towards other trolls. Sometimes maybe too friendly. You have a lot of friends. But the people who aren't your friends, hate you.

Your trollhandle  is AvidBowmaster, and you tend to exAGGerate certain WORDS.

Your friend Torial has just entered the game, and now it's your turn. You quickly pester the first friend thats online.

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Your friend is now playing this game with you. First thing's first: let's get this motherfucker to put down your required items. You hear your lusus swimming through the ground below your hive. It's strange you have a ground lusus, considering you live in the sea. 

You walk around your room with your husktop in hand. sH is your only hope at this point.  So now you will  have to troll her again. She has to put down your cruxtruder and such, so you can continue playing.

  You captchalogue your awesome bow, in case this game has enemies to fight. But of course, you never leave home without it. You would troll your moirail, but he's very busy with the game at the moment. You fire an arrow out your window, and it hits an ornament hanging from your hive, and you hear it hit the ground. It was such a nice ornament,too. Very heavy. It rarely ever came up from the ground. But when it did, it was only for a few brief moments. But when it came up, your stupid ornament fell due to your awesome bow abilities.

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From your roof, you can see a very long distance. But there is something displeasing to the eye in your hive's yard. Your lusus. But no longer alive. It wqs crushed by that fallen lawn ornament when it came out of the ground. You never saw it much, being a sea dweller. But this is very saddening to you. But now there is more to worry about. Your kernelsprite has appeared in front of you.. like Torial said, perfectly round, and must be prototyped with your huge ass dead lusus. How much fun could this be... You have to take your husktop with you. Your friends might try to troll you at some point. Not to mention you could possibly need the help of Torial.

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After hours of dragging your lusus through your hive and to your kernelsprite, you finally prototype it. It becomes a serpent-like sprite. It has a ghostly body with the head of your lusus. You  skip straight to the point and carve the totwm as you run out of time. It become rounded at the top, and thin at the bottom. You quickly put the violet totem onto your ALCHEMITER and wait for it to transform. You are running out of time.

Your totem turns into a box with a lock on it. Why the lock? You quickly discover the lock is in the shape of an arrow. You take an arrow from your quiver, and use the arrow as a key. It quickly opens. Just as time ran out. You see a meteor in the sky. It is swifly coming toward your hive. Not much time is left. The meteor is almost here.


OPEN THE GOD DAMN BOX!

You open the box and suddenly, no longer see the meteor out your window. You are safem you presume. For now, anyways.

[Loki]

Your name is EREBOS XANTUS. You are 7 Sweeps old. You have few hobbies, mainly consisting of hunting, both with and without your Lusus, and playing video games. You are a Teal blood, and your hive is located in the far north of Alternia, where the snow never stops. Unlike other Trolls you do not have your symbol on any of your clothing, as that would ruin the camouflage of the white material. Instead, you have your symbol on your rifle, currently leaning against the nearest wall, and both your pistols, currently in your Strife Specibus.

Your trollhandle is snowboundHunter, and you tend to keep your sentences short and to the point. Scattered around your hive are the furs from your latest kills.

One of your few friends, for want of a word that better describes someone halfway between an acquaintance and a friend, Orfeus, has just entered sGrub, and now it’s your turn. You begin to troll another ‘friend’.

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As you wait for sGrub to connect to your server player you retrieve your rifle and allocate it to your Strife Specibus. You also insure that you have your mask, goggles and gloves in your sylladex, in case they are needed during the game. You turn back to your computer to see that it has connected.

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As you wait you hear the sounds of things being moved, and the loud yet slightly muffled thump of three large and heavy devices being dropped, causing your hive to shake a little.

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You open the door connecting your room to the rest of your hive, and spot the Totem Lathe, with the pre-punched card next to it. You pick up the card and slide it into the slot on the machine, deploying the arrangement of chisels that will carve the Totem. You hear a beep from your computer and go back to it, only to find another message.

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You don’t have time to reply to her last message, so you simply disconnect and leave the room. Your hive isn't particularly large, so you find the Cruxtruder sitting outside, snow falling around it, the Kernelsprite floating in the air and a cruxite dowel lying in the snow, both of them teal. You grab the dowel, and look around for your Lusus. You haven’t seen him since you started helping Orfeus into the game, and after seeing what happened with him and his Lusus, you worry about yours.

As you turn away towards the entrance to your hive a bright flash from behind catches your attention. ”He just did something stupid. Didn't he.” You mutter to yourself, turning back towards the sprite. And, sure enough, hanging in the air is a sprite with a distinct resemblance to your Lusus. [color=#008080]”Had to attack the weird floaty thing, huh.” You ask him, before glancing at the timer. Damn, you don’t have time for this. You ran back into your hive, your new sprite following you. You return to the Totem Lathe and insert the dowel. It begins to carve, and is soon finished. You grab your new totem and begin searching for the Alchemiter. You find outside, around the back of your hive, and quickly use the totem with it.

You jump onto the platform and grab the teal cage that was created. Inside the lock is a key. You take hold of the key, glancing up at the sky. You’re almost out of time; the meteor that was summoned by the opening of the Cruxtruder is about to destroy your hive, and you along with it. You take a deep breath, turn the key, and pull open the cage, releasing a bright flash of light. When it fades, it’s clear that you aren't on Alternia anymore.

[bluefire31]

Henoia:

Your name is HENOIA FELRAN. You are 7 sweeps old. You have no true hobbies other than simply praticing fighting or flying with your lusus. Your sign is a deep indigo blue to match your blood color, and is a 'V' with spiraling tops, much like your horns. Your lusus often picked you up by them as a wriggler. Speaking of your lusus, what was he doing right now? Most likely out flying.

You walk to the window within your bedroom and peer outside. Ah, the high air. For most it would cause earpain and light headedness. But not for you, You were raised up here. For you, being down on the surface hurts your head, so you mostly stay up here in the clouds. You often used to sit on the window and wait for your lusus as a wriggler. That was if he could get away from you. Being up here isloated you to the point of not needing anyone but Quial. You smile, a sudden gust of wind makes you bring your hands up to your eyes, and you knock over a few of your finger coverings. Your only weapons. You lurch forwards to grab them, but only end up watching them fall through the clouds. Dammit. You'll have to ask quial to grab them later. You shake your head, moving to your computer.

You are expected to play a game, Sgrub, today with a few others. You pester the leader of this 'Group', torial. You activate your microphone, as you enjoy walking about or streching - helps with flexiblity in fights - while pestring someone.

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You pause for a moment, your mouth litterally freezing on your next words. Quial. . . Dead? No. No. No!

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You calm down slightly, sitting down and now just reading and speaking. You still dislike typing and only do it when Quial feels a bit ansy.

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You rub your temples a bit. THis game is more confusing the more you learn of it. Perhaps someone else who enetered the meduim will give more insight into the matter. You know that another has entered, Orfeus. You switch to typing, turning off your microphone.

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Your face is suddenly full of white feathers. Its quial's way of greeting you without screetching. Your first reaction is to flail your hands over your keyboard like the idiot you are. Then you smile, giving a small giggle. [color=#170AA6]"Hey Quial. I thought you went out hunting?" He releases his hold on you and gives a small nod. "Quial, I dropped something off the window, can you grab it? Its my coverings, for my fingers? You've seen me use them right?" He nods again. He drops the food he brought you and moves to the window before leaping down.

You switch your microphone on once more.

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You hear a weak cry from quial. Meaning he's home and tired.  You quietly turn you head towards the sound. Instantly your eyes widen. You see he has an arrow through his stomache, and its not moving. You know he has a quick healing process. Meaning the arrow has litterally become stuck within his stomache. You yell, your microphone picks it up as you run over.

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You look at quial. You want to end it, but you really. . . Cant. Even if you could, you know youi wouldn't go through with it. YOu'd be taking the one thing he gave to you away. So what do you do?

Cry. You cry. And hug him as tight as you can while weeping. He seems to be more worried about something else. He moves a wing to motion to his talons. You turn your head to see the reason why he got hurt.

Your coverings.

Your. Fucking. Coverings. He is dying because you were a clutz. This makes you feel so much worse, cuasing your crying to become so much louder and your hugging becomes a near choke hold on him. He doesn't mind it seems. "Im so-so-sorry Quial. . ." YOu know he's going to come back, but someone that idea doesn't matter. You did this. You. You remember the game. Sgrub. You quickly whisper your sorry before getting up and helping you client into the meduim. In this time you hear his final cry, causing you to shudder and slam a fist down on your desk.

Now you need to enter. YOu quickly pester another friend of yours.

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You look around. Now instead of the singular window in your room you see a few more, and the large one in the empty room - Where Quial sleeps - is now surrounded by smaller ones. The walls have also become larger.

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You watch as some of the furniture in your hive is thrown at the machine, before the kernelsprite appears.

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You manage to drag his body to just below the kernel sprite, then moving one of his wings upwards to touch the indigo circle. He instantly gets sucked in, and appears before you. You smile at him. He looks like him, except much smaller than before.

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"Close program, Trollian." Your computer quickly shuts the program down. You really do not want to be bothered now, your almost in the meduim.

You run into Quials room - the large empty one, now filled with machines - and place the carved totem on the alchemicizer. It comes up with a small almost bird flying around. A few platforms and walls have appeared to help you get him. You smirk, running forward. You leap onto a pole, quickly leaping to others before getting to the bird. Your just behind him when he flies over the two walls. You equip your COVERKIND items. Slipping them onto your finger tips. You dig them into the ceiling, then swinging yourself forwads to fly through the air. You slash out, hitting the bird. You hear a soft change in the wind, and the air seems different too. You hop down off of the ceiling and walk to the large window.

You look outside and your eyes widen. Your in your land.

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[Thales Nestis]

Your name is ARELLA EIREIN.

And your title was a MISTAKE. Your MUN'S FRIEND fingers SLIPPED and wrote PANTYLESS WONDER instead of PANTLESS WONDER. You are a VERY COOL mustard blood. You have WEAK PISONICS that help you with your HOBBIE of making CLOCKS. You ALSO have an AFFINTY for CLOCKS and CLOCKWORKS in general. Your PISONICS also gives you ~*~*~WINGS~*~*~ in your opinion. You are very TOUGH on most people, you call it TOUGH MATESPRITSHIP. You also seem to have an OBESSION with SMUITTY ROMANCE NOVELS. Your AMAZONIAN war cry is SPOON. You actually don't wear any undies by the way. Most trolls think you are a complete TARD, though you are SMARTER than MOST but DON'T flaunt it. Your trolltag is titaniumAmazon and you talk normally.

You are about to join your friends in a game that changes reality. A friend, actually your server player, is currently trolling you. This is a bit awkward for you. This actually one of the only times you've talked to him.

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Before you knew it, the cursor hit one of your many bookshelves. You began to freak out and ran to fix it. You grabbed the side and held it so it wouldn't tip over. If that happened, it would smush your lusus! You would never let that happen.

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Yeah so you lied. You didn't want to hurt his feelings, it didn't damage anything so a little white lie never hurt anyone. Jumping up from your desk you bring your PDA with you and go to one of your rooms. OH MY VIRGIN MOTHER GRUB. Your clock room had everything flipped upside down. That boy! You were trying to be nice and then he made this room a disaster!! Oh you are so going to kill him later on. You left the room to find your lusus. Well she wasn't anywhere to be found so you went back to your room.

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You quickly start toward your clock room. Trollian pings in its ever-so-slight way and you read the log.

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You quickly ran out of the room and began yelling and cursing. You didn't like swearing but you were pissed. This room was sacred to you and he destroyed it! HE IS DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. You hold your breathe to calm down. Everything was going to be okay.

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You run back to your room to see the pure carnage caused by RE. Oh god you want to cry. Cry long into the night, but you can't. Hahahahaha!

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You do not reply right away. You instead jump onto the machine and the top flies off and you going flying with it. It just so happens you fall ever so heavily into some bookshelves. You do not notice the impending danger of the teetering bookshelf since you had hit your head. Standing up you pick up the PDA and reply to RE quickly.

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You then hear a large slam. You turn your head to see that the teetering bookshelf has just smushed your mom. You run over to the silkmoth and try to move the bookshelf. It doesn't budge, your shit out of luck the girl is dead. Now what. You cry. You cry for a few minutes, wiping away the tears still streaming down. you take out the PDA to contact RE.

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You swat away the flying objects and start to cry more. Then you remembered! The kernelsprite! It could save your lusus. You quickly try to move the bookshelf once again with no result. You even try prying it open with your javelin. It wasn't working.

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Now it was time to get down to bussniss with your lusussprite by your side and having the punch card you run to the totem lathe and put the pre-punched card into the slot many chisels appear and begin to carve out the dowel. Quickly you run to cruxtruder as the totem lathe carved, carved away. What next? Well you wouldn't know. So you looked around and see that the dowel is all carved you grab it and run to the Alchemiter. The dowel had been carved into a spool of silk, you wrap it around you like a cocoon and wait.

After a few minutes, you unwrap yourself and look out the window. It was no longer Alternia. It was a land of clocks and...no. And fucking panties.

[Guest]

==> Be the other player

You are now the other player. your sleeping quarters is in total mess as you stand beside your HUSKTOP desk chair. Your slightly yellow large recuperacoon is back up against the wall on the far side of the room where it stands near the open door that leads to your hive's lounge. You have two shelves that's mostly located at your right and the other just above the recuperacoon in front of you. On the shelves would be lots of artifacts of any sorts and it just so happens to be unsolved mysteries to your liking. Your lusus mother is a small weasel by the looks of things has mostly ran off downstairs for left overs in the kitchen. You are also quite skeptical on the sudden booming in the distance but that does not bother you for now. Today is a day your given a name. What would his name be?

Your name is VOLTIK DUSHIL.

You are quite an explorer that you do at your own free will. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to PISTOLKIND and your MODUS is WACKAMOLE. Your lusus mother turns out to be a small cute fluffy weasel of any kind and you love her dearly. You happened to hear of this game that trolls had been talking about mostly, lowbloods and highbloods all around nor matter what! You just had to get this game yourself called SGRUB. You have had been moving some things around in someones hive before they got into the game itself. But to tell the truth. You have not a living clue how this client disk works.
At least to say now you will have to get into the game itself. Lets see whose online... Suddenly you started to get trolled by someone as you sit on the desk chair. Just take a deep breathe and hope this is the waking up call you were hopping for.

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Upon waiting in your desk chair, you admire the things around your hive sleeping quarters and go back to looking at the screen when the SGRUB logo suddenly came up. You then head down stairs into the lounge as you also took your own HUSKTOP with you. You then held the HUSKTOP in your arms as you type with one hand awkwardly.

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As he typed the last message, you suddenly saw the CRUXTRUDER drop in front of you near the stairs that lead up to your sleeping quarters of your hive. The more you look at it the more you yet wonder where your lusus mother has ran off too. At least she was not in the kitchen you last saw before you got out from the steps that lead down from the sleeping quarters.

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Yet again in a quick type of craftyStrategist typing a -what was mentioned- TOTEM LATHE dropped onto the ground behind you in the next room that was your kitchen you tend to cook things in. You blink at this contraption for a moment and go back to looking at the screen.

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Before you were about to say in the lounge you changed your mind and went for the roof that you remembered there was a door in your sleeping quarters that heads out upon the roof of your hive. You started to respond.

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You heard a thud from above and looked back down at the HUSKTOP screen to read again whiles typing.

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Whiles that was typed out you headed towards this TOTEM LATHE and saw there was this card with holes in it placed on the ground called a PRE-PUNCHED CARD when you CAPTCHALOGUE it to look at it yourself.

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You place the PRE-PUNCHED CARD into the TOTEM LATHE and suddenly a sharp thing came down from its maniacal arm. You have yet to wonder what this does. You step away from it and then start to look at the screen of the HUSKTOP.

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You watched as the large artifact rock was lifted into the air slightly and then sent crashing down on the top of the CRUXTRUDER lid as the whole rock itself was shattered into pieces.

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You put the HUSKTOP on the floor and move a rock that had something white peeking out just under it. You knew by fact that this was your lusus mother and it was. However you never cared less as something like this was bound to happen anyways. You spun around to hear a -balump- sound and walk up to the HUSKTOP to see what the message was. You then start to type back.

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With that said you started to run up to your sleeping quarters and head out on top of the roof of your own hive. You see the DOWEL and quickly retrieve it, CAPTCHALOGUE it in a quick rush. You then head back inside the hive and towards the TOTEM LATHE. Before you did you went over to you HUSKTOP and started typing.

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You head away from your HUSKTOP and placed the DOWEL into the TOTEM LATHE and it started to carve into it. When it did, it managed to finish in due time and you CAPTCHALOGUE it. You headed towards the HUSKTOP and picked it up as you typed.

Log:

You were quickly greeted by a flying orb that resembles much of your dead lusus mother and you look back down to the HUSKTOP screen before replaying.

Log:

You started to head towards out on the roof top of your hive and peer at the ALCHEMITER that stands before you. With the HUSKTOP still in your arms you start typing back.

Log:

You place the HUSKTOP in your CAPTCHALOGUE whiles you take the DOWEL out and place it into the ALCHEMITER. It started to do something before a slightly tall pillar appeared on the platform. You have no idea what this could possibly do with the game itself! Suddenly from the sky behind you, you heard a burning crashing sound and you turn around. You then saw a big fiery ball of inferno coming down as it starts to get frighting closer at your hive and you start to sweat panicky. Your lusus sprite mother suddenly appeared before your eyes quickly and it made you jump out of your own skin while you tripped backwards and made the pillar tumble over and fall. It hit the ground and broke into two as you keep your eyes on the frightening inferno ball coming down towards your hive.

As you layed halfly on the broken pillar itself before you could open your eyes. You open your eyes to see dark skies as you quickly started to sit up. You peered around to see you were in a new world all together! It appeared to rocky with holes in the ground leading to gog knows where and you stood up on your feets to bring out your HUSKTOP to contact craftyStrategist.

Land of Caverns and Stone:

Log:

You step away off the ALCHEMITER as craftyStrategist placed various things on the ALCHEMITER and you looked back down at the HUSKTOP screen.

Log:

You quickly start go to work in upgrading your PISTOL but lets CAPTCHALOGUE your HUSKTOP first. You CAPTCHALOGUE your HUSKTOP and head down into your hive to pick up some items of your own choosing. The items you picked up were: a LASER POINTER, a piece of an ARTIFACT GEM and last not least a TROLL JONES POSTER. You head into the hive sleeping quarters and begin to wonder if you should contact avidBowmaster as he was on your troll list. You place down the HUSKTOP on the desk and sat down.

Log:

Well now. You grin to yourself at what you just typed. That was a wrongly lie to say. Lets just let it roll.

Log:

Hm you wonder what the LASER POINTER was like when you pointed it on the ground for your mother lusus to play. Gog dam it! You dummy! Stop blinding yourself with the LASER POINTER!

Log:

If only you had your eye open to see what you were typing. One eye is enough to see what you typed for the time being. Besides, LASER POINTERS at not all that blinding if you do really keep it on your eyes.

Log:

You suddenly saw a suppose "imp" enter your hive as it had all of this wired deformity around it. Maybe this is what CS meant by imps being stronger in your world. It then spotted you and quickly started to STRIFE you. You had no choice but to STRIFE it! You got your PISTOL from your STRIFE DECK and started firing like mad. It took longer to kill it then you thought and it exploded in some sort shiney LOOT that was scattered across the floor of your sleeping quarters. When you picked all of them up, you headed towards your HUSKTOP desk and sat down again.

Log:

You CAPTCHALOGUE the HUSKTOP and head on up to the roof of your hive. You see two imps as they stand near the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER doing something. This made you quite annoyed as this was not gonna be easy as you thought. You head out and started to STRIFE the imps with your single PISTOL from your STRIFE DECK as you engaged them into a fight that nearly rendered you unconscious. You were not give up in to sleep just yet if that fight nearly brought you to brink of tiredness. You collect the BUILD GRIST and what not from the ground before heading over to the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER. You take out the CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS of your three items and insert them into the PUNCH DESIGNIX part of the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER. All three cards became punched and you started to use the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER to spawn more DOWELS. You then collect the DOWELS from the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER and also the PUNCTURED CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS. You placed the PUNCTURED CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS in the side of the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER and one DOWEL at a time in the TOTEM LATHE. Once that was done, the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER started to use the scanner to scan in the CARVED TOTEMS into the UPGRADED ALCHEMITER and various things were able to shown and be ready to be combined. You had one small problem. You forgot to do the same with the PISTOL, HUSKTOP and your CLOTHES.

Hey! Lets not hope no one is looking! You did the whole thing again with the stuff you've forgotten and looked on what can be combined. With the TROLL JONES POSTER and your CLOTHES, it spawned out a TROLL JONES CLOTHES. You combined the PISTOL with the LASER POINTER to come out with LASER PISTOL. Uh think of a PISTOL with the LASER POINTER on top. You combined the HUSKTOP with the ARTIFACT JEM and it spawned out a PROJECTABLE GEM. Even though this costed the most slightly. You were thankful it was cheep to dupe if the one you have breaks. You then combine the ARTIFACT GEM with the LASER PISTOL and it spawned out the same. You don't see what changed the LASER PISTOL at all. Only one way to find out is to possibly fight an imp. With all of this made you make more CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS and add them to you CAPTCHALOGUE DECK. With the more space in you CAPTCHALOGUE DECK, you CAPTCHALOGUE all the stuff that was made and equip the second LASER POINTER to your STRIFE SPECIBUS making it an acceptance of double LASER PISTOLS. You see an imp that had suddenly appeared on your roof of your hive and decided to give your new LASER PISTOLS a spin.

STRIFE!!!:

Upon STRIFING it you aimed your LASER PISTOL at the single imp standing there whiles two red dots appear on its head and you fire them both quickly. What came out from the LASER PISTOL was shocking to you as it killed the imp instantly with five shots. What you could really describe was array of red bolts flying threw the air and when they made contact with the imp, it dissipated on impact of the imps body. This was gonna be even more easier for you to kill small sized imps for now. But you are yet to encounter larger ones later on perhaps.

[foreverJester]

You are now Torial Reseem again. It's been a while, right? Feels like it.

The game sped up pretty fast once you entered the Medium. It started simply enough; first came the imps. They were weak little bastards, but it started off pretty slow.



However, it wasn't long before the fuckers were popping up at full force.

Once you managed to get enough Build Grist to take them out easily, though, you were swimming in grist. On the downside, you've been stuck for a while.

Orfeus, your moiral and server player, has been busy since entering the Medium. You know this, but it's still frustrating that he doesn't have the time to help you get to your First Gate. You've been relying on Chimpsprite just to figure out how to Alchemize items together to uprgrade your shitty wand. After a while, though, you got tired of his cryptic bullshit and decided just to touch him.

Sound wrong yet? Chill out, Sprites don't even have genitals.

You see, since you're pretty low on the Hemospectrum, you're prone to have psychic abilities. However, being on the higher end of the lowbloods, your power isn't particularly glamorous. All you can do is absorb information through touch; that's why you wear gloves, because you can't control it. But you can absorb everything someone has ever known just through a handshake. Apparently nothing in the game told Chimpsprite that learning all its secrets wasn't okay, because he didn't bother trying to dodge you before your hand pressed against his ghost-like body.

Information floods into your head; Derse, Prospit, the Battlefield, explanations for your recurring dream on the odd purple moon all these sweeps. You're the Seer of Space, destined for your Dream Self to awake before any others. It all starts making sense to you, until your head was hurting so bad from the fluxuation of knowledge that it knocked you unconscious.

It felt like you were back on Derse for hours, which you probably were. But this time, you have a whole new outlook on the odd purple moon; the Carapacians, to which you recently referred to as 'angry black chess people', seem hostile somehow. Obviously they aren't hostile towards you, but now that you knew who was running the show around here, the Black King and Black Queen, you're much more aware. But to be honest, you were rarely looking at the moon's residents. Looking up, you hear voices that have only spoken to you for the last few weeks. Only now, it makes sense.

The Noble Circle of Horrorterrors is very interested in you. And they whisper very interesting things; recipes for weapons on your Alchemizer, what you have to do in the game (yes, even things Chimpsprite didn't know). The information is invaluable, tantalizing, but it came with a price; their only request is that you help them, and they promise so much more. Power, knowledge, how to beat Sgrub. Before you could answer them, though, you woke up in the real world.

What's loud enough to wake you up? You have a deal with some Dark Gods to ma--



Oh for the love of God, really?! Douchebags!

After disposing of the imps (painfully slowly, annoying bastards and shitty wand), you realize that these things are getting stronger the longer you're in the Medium and these wands aren't cutting it. Due to this and because you still have some stuff to discuss with your moiral, you troll Orfeus again, silently begging for him to reply.

Spoiler:

The Outer Gods mentioned that there was only one player left to enter, Voltik, whom you've never met and rarely spoke to (sort of a friend of a friend situation). The problem lies with the fact that you only got two disks from the Lotus Time Capsule; one server, one client. The server was sent to Orfeus at the start of the game and you don't have one to run your server. But Orfeus can't just send the disk back, it's already linked with your Client disk. But absorbing info from Chimpsprite, you learned of every machine that Erebos can place in Orfeus' Hive. This one in particular, the Intellibeam Laserstation, will make it possible to get Voltik into the Medium in time by creating a copy of the disk that you can link to Voltik's client program.

You the proceed to do a whole lot of shit you already read about. Moving on to the new stuff, no need to rehash it all.

As soon as Voltik makes it into the Medium, the final meteor crashes into Alternia's surface. The blast completely devastates the planet, and while it doesn't blow it to pieces like you'd sort of expected, but you're positive there were no survivors. Six trolls left, and all of them are in another dimension.

Spoiler:

Unfortunately, it takes three more imps and another goddamn ogre to get enough grist to be able to alchemize the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors' wand they were so excited for you to use. Whatever, you guess there's a reason for it that you'll never care about. Probably. You return to the Alchemizer to find that it's expanded quite a bit, equipped with a ton more machinery to make it an one-stop alchemization fort of badassery.

You have just enough to get the new wand; the Thorn of Oglogoth. You're pretty sure you have no idea who the fuck Oglogoth is among the Outer Gods, but you guess he's important enough to have a wand named after him. All you know is that you blasted an ogre to shit in two blasts and you love this thing.

Spoiler:

You alchemize some awesome new stuff while Orfeus is working with his server player Erebos; a hands-free pair of goggles that you can use Trollian through, a backup wand in case this dark magic ends up biting you in the ass (which it totally won't, you're sure of it), and a solar-powered Husktop (for when you have to work with Voltik's hive). You set it in the window of your Hive to let the sunlight charge it.

Speaking of which, you've barely set foot outside your Hive since you entered the Medium, these fuckers have just been barging it. Orfeus will probably be a while, so you step outside to get some fresh air.

It's weird being in the sunlight, you're so used to only coming out at night. The Alternian Sun was too bright for a troll to look at, but it's totally different in the Land of Stone and Frogs.

Huge pillars of stone erupting out of the sea of grass that stretches as far as the eye can see. The only unfortunate part is that it's six thousand fucking feet down and your Hive is sitting on the biggest pillar of stone in sight. Looking around, you see that there are only two geological points of interest: a volcano, and the frog temple. Remember that temple? It didn't stop being a thing, it's still there. It even came into the Medium with you, not that you'll need it again probably. As for the volcano, it probably won't be important either.

Oh hey, looks like Orfeus is ready to get started. Gives you a chance to test out your awesome Huskgoggles.

Spoiler:

It feels like a goddamn eternity before Orfeus and you finally get up to your First Gate. He bids a quick goodbye and goes to do some shit of his own, leaving you to your own devices. You sigh and wipe some sweat from your forehead, sitting at the top of the massive tower that is your Hive. The Imps keep coming in larger numbers, with more and more of those Ogres each time. You've been flying up your Echeladder at a ridiculous pace, but with each rung they only get tougher. It's really more difficult than you'd expected this game to be.



You catch your breath while Chimpsprite floats at your side. Ever since you drained him, he's just kind of been floating there silently. You guess he doesn't have to speak since you already know what to do.

Spoiler:

You've never been close with your Lusus, but watching him fly away after telling you how proud he is to be your Guardian was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do. You try to shake it from your thoughts as you leap through your First Gate.

[avidBowmaster]

Torial: Be your Moirail ==>


You are once again, Orfeus Castor. Last we met, you had entered the medium. Since then, you have been getting shit done, fir once. You spent time collect millions of fruit delicious grist. You have so much grist. And thats even after you alchemized hundreds upon hundreds of shitty bows. Killing imps was a cake walk. This game is so easy. All you have to do is chat with your friends and kill little imps, while Serpentsprite floats around your hive. 


You also made yourself a new outfit. As you can see, it's a violet tuxedo with red converse sneakers and a bowtie. You had a really great idea. You need to pester Torial for it to be a complete idea. So you decide to go ahead and do that.

Spoiler:

You decide to go about your plan. You create a famcy ass bow with magical properties. You can feel the magic. It feels strong. Almost too strong. And in a bad way. Almost forbidden. It glows in your hands. You cant seem to let it go. You almost want to call it... "My precious."


But of course, captain Buzzkill won't let you use it. So you hide it temporarily. But you need to contact your server player now, and get into the gate.

Spoiler:

Erebos has begun to build up your hive to the first gate. You still dont kniw where it will take you. But on the bright side, you just got two new magical bows from Corvus. You will use the dirst bow ONLY in an emergency.

[avidBowmaster]

Spoiler:

You stand up, after killing a giant imp. It was kind of a problem to kill, too big. And there are more. You quickly get to the top. You skip a lot of steps climbing up. 

Spoiler:

You jump, and youthroll into the gate. You end up escaping the grasp of thousands of imps.

You awake on LOFAI even somewhere else. You scratch your head, and sit up. You dont know why you said awake. You never fell asleep. You guess its your job to find the next gate.


((Sorry, this was two posts because of my iPad being a total tool about copying and pasting. It was also being a bitch about coloring text.))

[Loki]

You return to being Erebos Xantus, though you aren’t particularly happy about it. You mean, come on, this guy didn’t do anything particularly exciting last time, even with the threat of being destroyed by a meteor. At least the others talk more. But, you guess you can stick with this guy for a little while, just to see if he does anything interesting.

After these thoughts run through your head, though you have no idea where they came from, the next one to pop up is how annoying these Imps are getting. They weren’t too bad at first, but they’ve been growing in strength since you entered, and you assume that means the others have gotten in safely. You guess that’s good, but it also means that the damn Imps are taking ages to kill, though on the upside the spoils have increased along with the difficulty. You’re outside your hive, snow falling softly around you, hood up, mask in place, gloves covering your hands as they grip your pistols.

You collect the latest Grist pile and go back into your hive, determined to upgrade your weapons. A short time later, however, you’ve encountered a serious snag in your plan; you have nothing suitable for Alchemizing your weapons. However, you’re pretty sure you know a Troll that could help you, though you cringe at the thought of asking him.

You swallow your pride and retrieve your Husktop, opening Trollian as you sit at your desk.

Spoiler:

You quickly write down the codes and disconnect. Upon realizing that you don’t have the Punch Designix, as you and your server were more interested in getting you into the session alive, you begin to Troll Henoia.

Spoiler:

You captchalogue your Husktop after disconnecting and head to the Designix, punching two blank cards with the codes you received from Voltik, and another two with the codes for your rifle and pistols. As an afterthought you punch another card with the code for your Husktop, one with the code for your goggles, and one with the code for your mask; you have an idea for a hands-free communication device. The first thing you do is combine the laser pointer with your pistols and rifle, creating the Laser Pistols and Laser Rifle. You then combine your mask and goggles, giving the eyeholes of the mask the tinted glass of the goggles, and after combining this with the Husktop you get the Huskmask. The exterior of the mask remains white, with the eyeholes containing black-tinted glass. The interior now resembles a computer chip. You put on the mask and open Trollian, skimming through the logs to test the quality of the new mask. When you’re satisfied you go back outside to test your new weapons.

Even with the growth in strength the Imps are much easier to defeat now you have your new weapons, and you make a mental note to thank Voltik again. Orfeus begins to Troll you, asking you to build his hive, so you go back inside, which is empty of Imps thanks to your Sprite, and open your Husktop. It takes a while, but you’re finally finished building up his hive, and start to Troll Heonia again.

Spoiler:

As Henoia builds your hive you continue killing Imps, harvesting the Grist, keeping an eye on Trollian with your Huskmask.

Spoiler:

You look up, judging the distance between the top of the structure the gate.

Spoiler:

You make your way up the series of platforms, taking out the Imps that have gotten there before you. Once you reach the top you pause, taking a deep breath.

Spoiler:

You leap from the stairs, through the gate. You hit the ground, throwing up a cloud of snow.

Spoiler:

[bluefire31]

Erebos ==> BE your server player.

You are now henoia. You are currently messing with your computer as an imp recently slashed it as you left Erebos alone. The internet is buggng out, all of it caused by the imps, and you were forced to kill all of them.
You have killed many imps that invaded your hive, all of them have no left you alone. Even just walking to your window causes the smallest ones to run. Ogres don't, but you can deal with them easily enough.

You quickly begin to scroll through your friends list. You managed to get the internet to work for a bit whilst you troll someone. Voltik, if you remember correctly.

Trollian Log:

You did voice this idea to join in quial's sprite to Erebros, but he offered no opionion. Voltik said go for it if you are the same. Next one online is Orefeus - You still can't spell his name correctly.

Troll log:

You shake your head, walking to one of the now many windows in your hive. You look outside, sighing before being surprised by QuialSprite.

Spoiler:

You walk over. When he breaks out your full name, you listen clearly. You walk over, looking at his sprite as he speaks.

Spoiler:

You turn your head. Your gate looms just out the window as well as a small indigo grub. This one has sprialing horns and has long hair.




ITs foggy, and very unclear and badly made. You look to quial, and notice falling feathers. Some of his older ones too. Hm. . . You say your gonna alchemicize something. You move to the large open space where your adventure here began, and quietly begin to alchemicize. You take a small peice of rubble and slash at it until they resemble a pair of wings. You place them down and place a feather off of the old Quial and alchemicize it. It comes up with a large pair of wings resembling quials, execept they go onto your back. You have no idea how to move them though.

You look around for something, finding an old hairband quial tried to use to keep your long hair out of your face. You look around. You find a small peice of old brain matter - You really should be more gentle when killing something. . . - And alchemicize them into a control headband. But for what? You look around, getting the wings and placing them down with the headband. You make a pair of wings with a headband. You had enough grist to pile it up in a corner, so whenever you ran out you could just go get the surpluse.

You now have A way to your gate without your server players help. You pause, consolting with your lusus.

SPRITELOG:

You close the wings behind you. You refuse to leave him. He thinks of a better solution. He suggests you alchemicze a new computer with microphone so he may speak with you through the gates. You say okay, and quickly create one. It is your old computers mic, but now you also create it just for trollian. You imput your own name on it and place it down for him. You look at your grist. Your low.

You smrik. More hunting will come to you.

You hunt for a while, killing off ogres by flying down on them and stabbing them and kicking them quickly, you are very much made for this game. When you collected enough you fly back upwards to your home to alchemicize stronger weapons. You look around. You add some of quials feathers to your covers and it forms talon like covers. But now they go over the back of your hand and they hand off loosely. You frown, looking around. You grab a small braclet and alchemicize the talon-covers with it. Now they retract and spring forward with it. Good. You'll always be armed. You smirk, slashing with the talons and stabbing with them. They act as your covers and more. This will help with climbing as well.

You move to hug quial, then stopping. You'd be programed with him. You can wait on that hug.

You open your wings as you step onto the window. You fall backwards, giving a soft wave as she does. She opens her wings and flies upwards.

She flies right into the portal, and now she looks around. Interesting. Its still dark with memories, but its very pretty.

[Thales Nestis]

===> Be back to Arella

You want to know more about yourself? Maybe not so much. You don't honestly care if you know more. Going into depth isn't your thing so let's keep going. Right now, you're in the Land of Clockwork and Panties. Yeah that weird red planet on the screen. Anyway keep going. What were you doing five minutes ago? Fighting these stupid imps. They're not that bad. After slaughtering a few you look around, waiting for more to respawn.

===> Troll The Mighty Avidus

Stupid voice telling you what to do. You don't want to troll him. Therefore, you won't.

===> Troll Avidus. Now.

No.

===> TROLL HIM OR DIE.

Fine, fine. You'll troll him, but not because it told you to, but because you want to.

Read Troll Log:

So much for trolling him. The imps surround you again. God damnit. Stupid things. Let's just kill a few of them until you can reply. Okay done.

Read Troll Log:

Take that voice. You spelt his name wrong purpose, spit in the eye. ha ha ha. Sorry Avidus but this voice is really annoying.

Read Troll Log:

Damn those imps. They're stronger now. Everyone must be in the medium now. Maybe you ask...A ping from trollian alerts you.

Read Troll Log:

Speak of the devilish things. Well this was a smaller ogre but still an ogre. You just stand there, staring at it with a murderous stare. It began to whine and you walk toward it. It just stands there, staring at you with those sad, sad eyes. No! You don't want to play prey to
an ogre, but he...he is somewhat cute... You cannot give in. How dare you even think of it!

TW: FLASHING GIF:

You get ready to strife when all of a sudden there was a disturbance in the force. Okay maybe that was a little cheesy but you get the idea.

After a few more minutes of intense stare down it opens its mouth wider.

Read Dialogue:

You walk away only to be......wait for it......You're being followed by this thing! You wish you could great rid of him, but you can't.  

Read Troll Log:

You spout and complain and complain more. This damn ogre won't stop following you! You might as well end his miserable life...but...he's so sweet, and good company. You hear a ping-ping-a-ling-ding. You know its AB.

Read Troll Log:

That was a waste.

====> Go be someone else while nothing climatic happens here.

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