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Why did you guys stop with the updates in February? Just wondering.
Well we stopped writing the story, unfortunately.
ACT 3: PART 11
Sburb Delta
Part 11
Act 3
ACT 3: PART 10
He lay down on the brown slab, and fell asleep. He was tired.
Roman opens his eyes, looking around. His vision is hazy, but he can see a brown Spartan-like form in front of him, and notice that he had been laying on the Alchemiter. He lifts his head slowly, coughing. A dribble of blood fell down his chin. He blinks and slowly turns, looking at where his head had lay. The Alchemiter was covered in blood. He glances to the right, his computer screen glowing with notices. He crawls over, focusing on putting one arm in front of the other, and grasps it. He opens the first notice, from irisvarTobor.
irisvarTobor (iT) attempted to sing to romanAiv (rA) at 0:20 hours
iT: Rom^n.
iT: ROM^N
iT: W^KE UP
iT: PLE^SE
iT: Oh no
iT: This is not h^ppening!
rA integrated into the song at 0:35 hours
rA: Yo
iT: Rom^n!!!!
iT: You’re ^li>e!
rA: More or less.
rA: What did you need?
iT: W^nted to m^ke sure the pl^n w^s still on
rA: It is.
rA: It may be a while for us, however.
iT: Hey, Rom^n?
iT: Remember when we first met?
rA: How could I forget?
iT: You s^id something-
iT: About
rA: Save it for later.
rA: I don’t have much time
rA: Seeya, in life or death I guess.
romanAiv (rA) ended the song
Roman coughs again, blood spraying across his screen. He attempts to clean it off with his sweater sleeve, but just smears it around the screen some more. He ignores it and opens the next chat window;
wyrdWyrm (wW) started shit with romanAiv (rA)
wW: Roman…
wW: ROMAN
wW: Can you tell me what happened to Chris?
wW: Ugh nevermind
wW: You’re obviously up to your increasingly mysterious and cryptic shit again.
rA: Sorry, I was sort of unconscious.
rA: Chris is dead.
wW: What?!
rA: Yeah, a bookcase fell on him or some shit.
rA: Idek
wW: How will I get to the gate and my denizen now?
rA: Eh, he’ll get back up eventually.
wW: What!?!?
rA: Don’t worry about it.
romanAiv disconnected
He looks at the computer screen. Three more contacts he has to trudge through before he can die. He wonders who to contact next. He closes Chris’ chat attempt, no need to worry about him. So he had to choose between David, and… her.
Obviously, he chose her.
romanAiv (rA) sung with ocuirardiOium (oO)
rA: The hell do you want?
oO: ssttillll ass wwellccomminngg ass evverr, hhuhh, Arrcchhaeopptterryxx?
rA: Don’t call me that.
rA: I’m not that person anymore.
oO: Iff yyou ssayy sso, Rroggue.
rA: Better.
rA: Wait, what?
oO: Ohh, yyou hhavve nno idea wwhhatt yyou’rre ggettttinngg inntto.
rA: Obviously not.
rA: Care to explain?
rA: Seer?
oO: Hhmmmm
oO: Yyou arrenntt ass ddummbb ass I ttookk yyou fforr inn tthhe bbegginnnninng
oO: Tto annsswwerr yyourr qquessttionn, nno, I ddonn’tt “ccarre tto exxppllainn.”
oO: I jjusstt wwannttedd tto ttellll yyou tthhatt nnoww yyou ssttarrttedd, yyou ccannnnott ggo bbacckk.
oO: Yyou’vve ddoommedd uss allll.
ocuirardiOium (oO) ended the song.
rA: Ugh, you and your apocalyptic shit.
Roman disconnected, and began a shitversation with his 6th bestie.
romanAiv (rA) started shit with sacktheAvenger (sA)
rA: Yo
sA: What the hell Roman?
sA: Where have you been? ;A;
rA: The long and arduous process of dying, mate.
sA: What? ;A;
rA: Yeah I’ve been getting that a lot lately.
sA: You’re dying?
rA: Yeah.
rA: As far as I know, Amir is too.
rA: Though, his weird card shit might save him.
sA: Weird card shit?
rA: Oh yeah you don’t know about that shhhhhhhh forget I ever said anything
sA: Well, other than that, where’s Chris? Shelly has been hounding me about him.
rA: Yeah he’s dead.
sA: WHAT.
sA: What the hell is it with you and your posse dying?
rA: Dude.
rA: I’m not the guy to ask.
sA: Okay well get back to you later I guess?
rA: Yeppers.
sA disconnected.
Roman lay back on the Alchemiter. Now that that was over, he could get jumping on dying. He falls unconscious again. The next time we see him, he will most probably be dead.
ACT 3: PART 9
Y’know, considering the fact that we are once again switching to another character. His name is… Roman. Adventures on Prospit, go!
ACT 3: PART 8
sacktheAvenger (sA) started shit with wyrdWyrm (wW)
sA: Hey Shelly. c:
wW: Do you happen to know what Chris is doing?
sA: No, sorry. Maybe ask Roman?
sA: He is Chris’ server player after all.
wW: Roman...isn't online.
sA: Well that sucks.
wW: It does.
sA: Why do you ask where Chris is? Isn’t he playing S∆ with you right now?
wW: He was.
wW: However, he stopped building up my staircase to the gates, and I’m wondering why.
sA: Oh.
sA: What do you think happened to him?
wW: I hope he didn't die.
wW: I seriously do, if only for the reason that he’s my server player and I need him to continue the game.
sA: I see.
sA: Well, he is an annoying shit sometimes, but he’s necessary for the game.
wW: Especially for me.
A bit of silence goes on, and Shelly breaks the silence.
wW: So what’d you start shit with me about?
sA: I need you to help me with building up the gates.
sA: I’m back at my house, I’ve explored my planet, but now I can’t find Connadesprite. :c
wW: Of course I'll help. Pull up my server tab and we'll get you to the first gate.
wW: Well, Froostsprite explained them to me, in a nutshell.
wW: Essentially, they transport you to various places throughout this “Medium” we’re in.
sA: Okay.
wW: There are allegedly 23 gates to go through. They bring you to something called a "denizen".
sA: Denizen?
wW: It’s like the boss of your planet.
sA: As in video game boss?
wW: Exactly.
sA: Okay. How tough is this guy exactly?
wW: ...You might need a better scythe than a butcher knife attached to a cane.
sA: Alright…
David takes his scythe out of his backpack and swings it around in the air. He notices the blade is getting a bit dull, and he enters his house once again. He looks for the knife block and finds the whetting rod. He starts sharpening the blade while talking with Shelly.
sA: So how do I get a better scythe rather than going to my local Scythes-R-Us?
wW: XD
wW: There’s this thing called Alchemizing with the Alchemiter. I believe we should try it before doing anything else.
wW: Although you can only duplicate items at the moment, I think if we find a way to create new items we should be good to go.
sA: yaaaaaay :D
David starts to climb to his roof to his Alchemiter, which has only been used once, for the magenta window pane. He decides to stop climbing and grab a few things to Alchemize with when he gets to it.
He runs throughout his house, grabbing a container of cookies, some video games, his scythe, his laptop, several blades, a stuffed panda, four graphic tees, a fedora sent to him by Jack (because it’s just that awesome), three CDs, a baseball bat, a bicycle helmet, an electric drill, a fruit basket, and two books. He puts them all in his pack (in various compartments because he does not want the blades scratching up the video games or his laptop, or the panda for that matter), dons the fedora, and starts climbing up the side of his house, backpack in tow. Once he reaches the top, he examines the Alchemiter. It was a white, pure white machine with various attachments probably used to create the items. But how is he supposed to combine the items like Shelly said? Throw them on there? Put in a code? David is not sure. He thinks of putting one item on the big pedestal and one on the little one. He ponders this notion for a moment, wondering if it would work. He says screw it, let’s do this. He puts a blade on the little pedestal and the cookies on the big pedestal, and lo and behold there sits on the big pedestal, in the place of the cookies and the blade, eighteen metal throwing star-cookies.
What just happened.
David picks up the throwing star cookie. It cuts him, and he drops it like one of those hot potatoes that are fabled throughout history. He messages Shelly with a partially bleeding hand.
sA: I think I figured it out!
sA: We place the item that we want the attributes of on the smaller pedestal and we place the item that we want the base of on the larger pedestal!
wW: Impressive.
wW: But why a blade and a package of cookies?
sA: Because why the hell not! >:D
sA: No but really why not. Seemed like a good idea.
sA: Let’s try some more stuff!
He places Inhuman Rampage on the smaller pedestal and the fruit basket on the larger. He waits a few seconds, and again with the lo and behold there are fruit grenades on his Alchemiter. They seem like they are very dangerous and should only be used in emergencies. Hell, they probably shouldn’t be used at all, because who knows what will happen when one explodes?
David decides he’ll try combining the two items he created. He puts the container of cookie throwing stars on the less dimensional pedestal and the fruit grenades on the bigger pedestal. He waits for a moment, and all of a sudden there are fruity throwing star-shrapnel grenades, a set of eighteen. He sees that they have pretty much no use to him, as he wields a scythe, but he’ll figure it out later.
He gets a message from Shelly;
wW: You realize that your throwing star grenade shenanigans cost you over a quarter of your build grist?
sA: So?
sA: Do we need it?
sA: It’s not like the imps aren’t being spawned anymore. >_>
David wants to combine his scythe with the fruity throwing star-shrapnel grenades, although he does not want to lose his scythe. He ponders it for a moment, and then realizes something: if he were to put only his scythe on the small pedestal, would it create another of it on the larger? He tries it out.
David waits a few seconds, and out comes another scythe. He repeats this process twice more until he has four scythes, all identical to one another. He smiles and messages Shelly to see how much build grist that took up.
sA: How much build grist do we have?
wW: On my server? I believe you’ve collected so much it’s hardly made another dent.
wW: I don’t think cloning costs as much as mixing attributes.
sA: Alright, I think I’m going to do some more Alchemizing.
sA :D
David continues throwing things on the Alchemiter to see what comes out. He puts a koala t-shirt on the smaller pedestal and the electric drill on the larger one. He wonders what will come out of this abomination of a combination. Hey that rhymed! We try, all the time… deh. The incredibly handsome narrator creys.
And out comes a wonderfully twisted object: a living koala with drills for arms.
That turned out well.
The koala tries to stand up, but falls on its face and starts drilling through David’s roof. He picks it up by its torso and gently sets it down on the larger platform of the Alchemiter. Hopefully it doesn’t start drilling the Alchemiter. That would be pure suckage. PURE suckage. All of the pure suckage. All of it.
David quickly nabs the baseball bat and sets it on the small platform, as best as it will fit. He waits a few seconds, and behold the mighty…
Oh crap.
Bat-winged-drill-handed koala with a baseball bat for a tail.
sA: What did I just make.
wW: What did you just make.
sA: Ahahaha that timing xD
sA: But seriously this scares me what the hell do.
wW: Try neutralizing it with something else, but I dunno what else. Just keep calm and alchemize on.
David feels like this might be a bad idea, although whatever, he has enough build grist. He takes the winged-drilled koala and puts it on the big pedestal, then snatches The Angel Experiment and puts it on the small platform.
This combo creates an eagle-winged version of the aforementioned mutated koala. Why does David do this? The world may never know.
ACT 3: PART 7
We’ll take a short break from David’s story and come back to him later. Now we have to introduce a new character. The narrator knows you’re probably confused beyond all belief, but it’s necessary for the story to continue.
Doesn't Tammy have to prototype?
Well, who says she didn't? Just because it's not said doesn't mean it didn't happen, mate! Something may have jumped in there while we sent your focus on something else c;
OAN: No winking ;A;
ACT 3: PART 6
David had talked to Jack and looked for his sprite. Now he decides to miraculously message his meticulous merry (WHHYYYYYYY) band of friends to talk about the game. He tries a group shitjam;
sacktheAvenger (sA) started shit with jashinsAngel (jA)
sacktheAvenger (sA) added theLuneon (tL)
sacktheAvenger (sA) added cynderDustypaws (cD)
sacktheAvenger (sA) added almightyPlatypus (aP)
sacktheAvenger (sA) added dragonFlames1994 (dF)
sA: Hello everyone!
jA: hello love
cD: Hi Papa.
aP: Hello David.
dF: Hi David.
tL: Hello David~
sA: I brought you all here to talk about Sburb Delta.
sA: You see, the majority of you are playing on a separate team of players from Zoé and my team, as arranged by moi.
aP: I’d like to know what this game is about.
aP: What genre is it classified in?
sA: It’s kind of complicated.
sA: Honestly I’d say it’s simulation.
sA: Essentially this game I had you all preorder is Sburb Delta, a game where you get your reality manipulated by your server player and where you get transported to a planet other than Earth after meteors strike onto your home, decimating the area around it.
sA: aP, since we live in very close proximity to eachother, did you see any bright flashes of light coming from the south?
aP: I have been in my basement since winter break began, I’m sorry.
sA: It’s fine.
cD: So this game is like virtual reality?
sA: Yup.
sA: Sort of.
sA: I mean, it’s this game where you have to get to these gates in the sky above your planet, the place where you play the game.
tL: Hmmmm…
tL: So who’s going to be my server player?
sA: I believe he’s in this chatroom.
tL: Oh, who?
dF: Is it me?
sA: Yup.
dF: Ok.
sA: Indeed.
jA: so whos my server player?
sA: You see, since there are two teams of players, not everyone gets their server player to be next in line from them.
sA: In your case, it would be me.
sA: Since I went first, and you enter last, I have to be your server player, since all of the other servers are busy.
jA: ok thanks~~ :)
aP: David?
aP: Who are these people? Not to be rude at all.
sA: Mainly my internet friends.
sA: In fact, all of them are besides you.
aP: Ok then.
sA :D
sA: Well I think that’s about it for what I needed to tell you guys.
sA: Any more questions?
aP: I don’t believe so.
tL: Nope.
cD: I don’t.
dF: No.
jA: no
sA: Alright, then bai~
sacktheAvenger closed the group
ACT 3: PART 5
Corn is sitting at his computer chair, wondering what kind of demented game this even is. So much dementia. All of it. He continues to correctly converse the collaborative conversation with Tammy.
bC: Tammy?
bC: Are You okay?
tM: Yeah, mostly.
tM: I have a sharp pain in my head from falling through the canvas, but other than that I am perfectly fine.
bC: Oh thank God.
bC: I was worried You had died, or worse.
tM: Nah, I’m good.
bC: Okay.
bC: I think I saw What was the Thing that tugged on your Leg.
tM: Does it matter?
bC: It does, very much so. We will be seeing a lot more of Them.
bC: Believe it or not, the Imps will actually help Us.
bC: Post-Mortem, of course.
tM: Alrighty then.
tM: Sooooooooo…
tM: What do I do now?
bC: I’d recommend exploring your Land.
tM: Alright, I’ll be back.
tM: Wait no I can just bring my laptop with me.
And thus she did.
Tammy sits outside on her porch, gazing at her planet’s wonderful polychromasia of blue streams, purple trees, neon green grass, orange clouds, and…
Oh no. Is that a giant dragonfly?
She spots it, and it spots her at the same time. Tammy makes a break for her house, while the dragonfly zips right behind her. Just as soon as she reaches her door, the dragonfly rams into her window, cracking the glass. She frantically furiously forages through her farcical house, trying to find something to use as a wicked wonderful weapon. She finds an old paint set, with various colors of the cooler half of the rainbow. She snaps her printer open, grabs a sheet of paper, and starts painting. The finished product was a very rough drawing of a sword, tinged with blue.
The piece of paper suddenly becomes a lot heavier. Tammy looks down at it, and finds that it is no longer a piece of paper, but in its place was a sword, tinged with blue water particles, floating around it. She tilts her head to the side, shrugs, and slashes at the dragonfly, which has almost broken her window, and is thrashing around in it, too big to get all the way through. It bleeds a blasting rainbow of baffling barf-inducing brilliant blood (PLEASE STOP ;AAA; ), and drops fruit gusher-like particles, blueberry ones. She shrugs, but they start coming towards her. She braces for impact, and then they disappear from thin air. Strange. It’s almost like they were in some sort of pocket dimension or so…
ACT 3: PART 4
A young man is standing in his room, alone for the first time in what seems like eons. He sighs and scratches his head. What should he do? He figures he should probably get to talking with his friends. Or friends of friends. Wait, he’s getting a message right now. From Nicole. One of Dave’s “friends”. You see, this young man does not believe in internet friends. He believes that they’re all creepy pedophiles that are not who they say they are. Whatever, he might as well talk to her. Or him, if it is a creepy pedophile. Nothing better to do at this point.
namOnocle (nO) (ADMIN) started shit with jpHodge (jH)
nO: Hello. :)
He decides to feign not knowing who she is.
jH: do i even know you
nO: I’m a friend of David’s.
jH: oh
jH: ok
jH: whatd you want to talk about
jH: time is worth something and youre wasting my money
nO: I just wanted to say that we’re going to play a game together. :)
jH: dont go all jigsaw on me goddammit
nO: <, I mean we’re going to play a video game cooperatively, you being the host player.
jH: oh
jH: ok
nO: Yes. :)
jH: well
jH: ive gotta go to class
jH: seeya sometime
nO: Bye. :(
Haha, get tricked. He’s not even in school at this point. He’s on winter break. Ha. Hahaha. Hahahahaha. He makes an evil face and sees that he’s getting another message. This time from Zoé, Dave’s girlfriend. He sighs a deep sigh and answers to her.
jashinsAngel (jA) started shit with jpHodge (jH)
jA: hello
jH: uh hello
jH: why do you want to talk to me
jA: its because i actualy afte to.
jH: ah yes
jH: but why????
jA: because david told me i needed to.
jH: ok
jH: why???
jA: he said im supposed to be some sort of server player for you
jH: huh
jH: is that all you have to tell me
jH: because im a busy guy and id like to get back to what i was doing
jA: yeah
jA: why so rude? :(
jA: anyway bye
He is mildly disturbed by the fact that Zoé is supposed to be his anything, as they hate each other with a bitter, burning, baking, blazing, broiling passion. He is the adept ace of awesome auras of alliterative appeal. It is him. Anyway, this won’t be very fun.
Let’s see what David is doing.
He had returned home after talking with the King Kitty some more, and looked for his sprite, though it seems as though, right now, however, he’s chatting with his friends. He is the master of adding, not needed, commas, and words. It is, him;
jpHodge (jH) started shit with sacktheAvenger (sA)
jH: hey dave
sA: Yo.
jH: so i got the game that you pestered me forever about getting
sA: Awesome! :D
sA: Are you going to play it?
jH: once i get someone to play it w/
jH: says on the disk itself that min and max players are 2
sA: I see.
sA: I hadn’t noticed that. xD
jH: yah
jH: well get over it
sA: I’m over it. ;A;
jH: ok
sA: If I remember correctly Roman and I had an order we were going to ask you guys to play the game in.
sA: Let me go fetch that, I believe it’s either on my phone or lappy.
David exits Shither for a moment and checks his notes. He finds nothing, but suddenly remembers that he had it written down somewhere in his room. He shuffles through the decimated destroyed (NO we are NOT DOING THIS) hall into his room, which has surprisingly still been untouched. He rummages through his belongings to find his binder of info about Sburb Delta. He eventually finds it after pretty much toiling and trashing (NONONONO) his entire room. He opens it up, and flips to the page about the order they were/are going to play the game of g-(NO) in.
SBURB DELTA PLAYING ORDER
EACH PLAYER IS THE SERVER PLAYER OF THE PREVIOUS*
1) David
2) Shelly
3) Chris
4) Roman
5) Zen
6) Amir
7) Tammy
8) Corn
9) Ca(smudged)
10) Nicole
11) Jack
12) Zoé
(*except for Zoé, as her server player is David)
Hmm. Part of it is smudged. Whatever, someone else probably has this written down somewhere. He’s got enough information to determine who the hell plays for whom. Something in his head wonders how he knew all this, but then he decides he doesn’t care, and goes back to chatting with Jack.
sA: I believe you’re playing with Zoé, she’s your server player.
sA: I’ll message her about that right now.
sA: Oh fuck I just realized how bad of an idea that is.
sA: ;A;
jH: dave
jH: fuck you
sA: ;AAA;
jH: goodbye i need to go do jackly things
sA: Okay. :c
ACT 3: PART 3
The date is December 17th, 2012, and Zoé is sitting on her bed , bored out of her mind. In reality, she is at her step mother’s house, and her step mother has left for a bit. Since she has nothing to do, and she goes home tomorrow, she falls back in her bed and falls asleep.
Why don’t we introduce a new character, while we’re waiting for others to wake up/un-die/do whatever they’re doing? This character is quite the interesting guy, as he is a codemonkey. All of the codemonkeys are interesting. All of them.
But anyways, you should assume that he’s going to be awesome, because he is. We’re going to be upfront about his name and not tell you his name at the very end of his part, because we’re not cruel anymore. His name is Corn. He is interested in programming and such things, and he also likes to watch cartoons.
He messages Tammy, as she is the client to his server.
bewareCorn (bC) started shit with tehartMonkey (tM)
bC: Salutations.
tM: Uh… hi?
tM: You’re my server player, right?
bC: Yes, I = your server Player.
tM: What?
bC: I = a Programmer, get used to it.
tM: Why do you use those symbols?
bC: Because I do like It.
bC: Now then, have You the Disk for Sburb Delta?
bC: Because I would like to get started.
tM: Uh… let me go check.
Corn waits a bit, and then sees another message from Tammy.
tM: Alright, it was on my front porch. I’ll go ahead and install it.
bC: Good.
A few minutes pass, and he gets another message from Tammy.
tM: Ok, I believe it’s installed so we’re ready to go.
bC: Alright.
tM: What do I do?
bC: I assume It has installed?
tM: Yep
bC: Connect to my IP.
tM: Ok.
bC: I see that You have connected to my IP, just as I told You to do.
tM: Do I just wait or do I do something?
bC: Yes.
tM: What?
bC: I said yes.
tM: I am really confused right now.
bC: I answered Your Question, this|that, with yes.
tM: Oh my god are you going to do that more?
tM: This is going to be hard.
bC: I am sorry.
bC: Is there Anything I can do?
tM: You could likely cut it out with the or question answers and the weird math symbols.
bC: I am sorry, I do not believe I can do That.
tM: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
bC: Well other than That can We start playing the Game?
tM: I guess…
bC: Alright, since You are connected to my Server, I should likely place down some Machines.
bC: Brace for Impact.
Suddenly, outside of Tammy’s house, there is a huge crash and a large snow explosion. She looks out her window and finds that there is a white machine with these sort of clamps that look as if they’re easy to put something in.
tM: Did you do that?
bC: I did, yes.
bC: I forgot to place another Machine down first. I believe It = called the Cruxtruder.
tM: Alright, go right ahead.
Another drift of snow flies from the ground, and this time it’s on the other side of her house. She runs back around, laptop on arm, and sees a large machine with a valve on the side and a hatch to open. She is curious about what is inside. David hadn’t told her about this part. He said he didn’t want to give any spoilers.
tM: Alright, what is that?
tM: Can we open it?
bC: I believe I can open It with my Cursor.
bC: One Moment.
Corn clicks on the hatch, and it flies right open and off and away. It lands some hundred feet from the Cruxtruder, and creates a little crater. What the real interesting part is that there is now a very pale blue-colored cylinder and… the same shade of blue on a ball of light? What could this be? She asks Corn.
tM: What is this I don’t even.
bC: I believe This is a Kernelsprite.
bC: I heard about It from David.
bC: He = pretty knowledgeable on this Subject.
tM: I see.
bC: Take that Cylinder of blue Stuff + put It in the Totem Lathe’s Clamps.
Tammy does so. She tells Corn there’s a slot on the side of the Totem Lathe that seems like something can fit inside. Corn drops a pre-punched card onto the snowy floor that is the earth in December. She slides it in, carefully, and hears another huge impact. This ought to be good. She finds a large platform with a smaller platform right on it. Tammy runs back to the Totem Lathe, and finds that the cruxite dowel she placed in the clamps had been carved, and was now a totem, as explained of the semantics by Corn. She runs back around to the back of her house and places it on the small platform. There is a small flash, and there is now a canvas on an easel standing on the big platform. She looks up in the sky and sees little red flashes of light coming down from the sky. Tammy messages Corn.
tM: Corn?
tM: What are those flashes of light?
bC: Get your Telescope + find out for Yourself.
She slides her bedroom window open, nabs the telescope from its resting place located on the top of her dresser, whips it outward, and peers through it. She sees meteors. Lots of meteors.
tM: FUCK
tM: Why are there meteors coming from the sky?
bC: They are heading straight for your House. Get a Move on + figure out how to get away from this Place.
tM: Alright, challenge accepted. I want to live.
She frantically tries to find something to get out of there with. She takes out her small pocket-sized paintbrush that she keeps in her pocket at all times, runs into her house, shreds the petals off of a potted plant, rubs the paintbrush in the resulting flower fluids, wets it in the snow outside, and starts painting a red picture. The meteors are coming fast! She quickly continues, although now she feels something tugging on her foot. She tries to continue forward, but just staggers and falls through the canvas, just as the meteors hit. Tammy is transported to the Land of Color and Raging Dragonflies.
ACT 3: PART 2
namOnocle (nO) (ADMIN) started shit with romanAiv (rA)
nO: Hello Roman. :)
rA: Yo… do I know you?
nO: <,probably not, although I am a friend of David’s.
rA: Ok
nO: I’m just lonely and wanted someone to talk to.
rA: Well, what would you like to talk about?
nO: I’m getting a game. :)
rA: Ooh, a game! I love those, yo. Which one?
nO: Sburb Delta.
nO: Did David tell you to get it too?
rA: Oh yeah, it’s coming in the mail tomorrow or the day after yo. Some of my other friends ha ve been all about talking about it too yo. They’re crazy types. All technological and shit.
nO: He was the one that found it on the WWW a week or two ago.
nO: It was pretty shady honestly but he linked you to it I assume?
nO: Or bought you a copy, possibly?
rA: Yeah it’s available on eBay also.
rA: I’m playing it with my friend Zenny.
rA: And well. Others.
rA: So I hear.
nO: Okay. :)
A few minutes go by without either of the two saying anything. Roman breaks the silence.
rA: So how old are you exactly?
nO: I wouldn’t say even if I could. :(
rA: Alright.
The narrator realizes that the majority of this time (in fact, all of the times. All of them) he has not told the readers any of the characters’ ages. Screw it; you’re probably not interested anyways. The only hint he can give you is they range in age from youngest possible teen (he is quite possibly the best character that you’ve met so far) to old enough to drink alcohol (which she does not but regardless, it’s a good measure of time while being cryptic).
rA: Well I’ve gotta run yo.
rA: Seeya sometime yo.
nO: Alright bye. :(
She sits up in her computer chair from her normal, rather poor posture and stretches again. She looks through her other conversations but the rest of her userbase is offline, even bC now. She sighs in disappointment. The admin that’s always alone. Nicole.
In other news, David has found the King Kitty’s house (we’re going back in time but in the present, see if you can follow us). He talks to the Kitten King.
KingKittylog
KING KITTY: Mrow.
DAVID: Hello.
DAVID: Is that what you said?
KING KITTY: Mrow meow mew mew mrow mew meow.
DAVID: Did you?
KING KITTY: Purr purr meow mrow mew mew mew mew mew.
DAVID: Please tell me in English?
KING KITTY: Purr meow MEOW meow mrow mrow mew.
DAVID: Oh ffs. ;A;
KING KITTY: Nah, I’m just messing with you, I can speak English.
DAVID: Oh god thank you.
KING KITTY: You are on LoRaK.
DAVID: I know that much.
DAVID: Do you know anything else about my situation?
KING KITTY: Where is your sprite?
DAVID: Oh god. Where is it?
DAVID: Do you have some way of seeing my sprite, like a spritecam?
KING KITTY: I have cameras set up all over your house.
DAVID: So YOU’RE the one that broke into my house and killed all those imps and scared the living crap out of me!
KING KITTY: It was one of my Knights of the Food Dish.
DAVID: Oh my god. What? xD
KING KITTY: It’s complicated. Hey, we’re cats! What else can you expect from us?
DAVID: So can you find my sprite or not? I want to know…
KING KITTY: I believe… your sprite… it has gone away.
ACT 3: PART 1
tehartMonkey (tM) started shit with bewareCorn (bC)
tM: I was told to contact you.
She waits for a spell and tries again;
tM: Come on, you’ve to talk to me. You’re my server player.
She decides to wait for a while and talk with him later.
For now, we go to a different character. One that has not been introduced yet. One that we have to introduce or else we will have to resort to an entirely different act to finish this first team. Damnit, just listen up! The knows-what-he’s-doing narrator knows it is confusing, however it must be done. He doesn’t want to explain this any more than he has to. Because, he honestly actually has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. At all. Like seriously, what the hell are we even doing at this point? It’s like stringing words together without rhyme or reason or even a coherent plot at all, and…
Nevermind, let’s just continue.
The aforementioned person is a young female. She is an excellent programmer that has made several executable files for her friends to use. They have become a staple for their clique of internet/real life friends. She now had twenty-three other users she knew about. These were friends, or friends of friends, or friends of friends of friends, in arkAnjyl, zenMetsu, and wyrdWyrm’s cases. She knew of these people because she had talked to them before, although not at length. She wanted to know them better. Her userbase constantly request custom applications for their various devices so that they can use her program, Shither (pronounced “sh-iethe (as in sieve)-ur”), wherever they want or need to go and talk to friends at. We are introducing her because we need to. That should be reason enough for you. Totally necessary. Not a MacGuffin at all.
Since she has the master server of her userbase, she can see and interact with all of the conversations that have happened, are happening, and will happen. It is currently 9 o’clock a.m. on December 19th, 2012, and she saw a conversation happening between sacktheAvenger and archetypalVirus, who, she had done a bit of research on, was from some sort of other internet. It is really strange and only possibly partially explainable. She has eleven other users she knew about that are from this same “OI” (as she called it, stands for “other internet”) and that are also apparently playing the game, as exposed by David, her friend sacktheAvenger on Shither.
She stands up from her computer chair from which she spends most of her life (she even sleeps in it sometimes. Correction: most of the time), and stretches while yawning. She has a craving for breakfast cereal, specifically those wheat-origin cardboard-flavored yet surprisingly addictive loops of munchiness. Which isn’t actually a word, but it sounds cool so we included it. She opens her eyes all the way, and walks over to her windows. She opens the blinds, only to find a partially lit-up sky. It was, after all, in the winter season, and the sun rose late and set early. She is glad of this most of the time, as she hates the light, but she hates overhead lights more and prefers either partial sunlight or computer screen brightness. These are both very pleasing to her, although she is probably the palest Asian you would ever see if you were to meet her. She doesn’t see much sunlight.
She doesn’t turn on the lights; instead she turns on the overhead fan. It was approximately eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit in her apartment, ergo it was very hot, and therefore she needed the coolness of rotated air. She finds the box of cereal she is looking for and pours some into a bowl. She scoops a handful out and shovels it into her mouth. Under the pressure of her teeth, it disintegrates into little bits of wheat-origin cardboard-tasting dust. Munchy. Scruptulous.
And yes. We know those aren’t words.
She cavalcaded over to her computer chair, and saw that there were three people online. jH, bC, and rA. She decided to message jH.
namOnocle (nO) (ADMIN) started shit with jpHodge (jH)
nO: Hello. :)
jH: do i even know you
nO: I’m a friend of David’s.
jH: oh
jH: ok
jH: whatd you want to talk about
jH: time is worth something and youre wasting my money
nO: I just wanted to say that we’re going to play a game together. :)
jH: dont go all jigsaw on me goddammit
nO: <, I mean we’re going to play a video game cooperatively, you being the host player.
jH: oh
jH: ok
nO: Yes. :)
jH: well
jH: ive gotta go to class
jH: seeya sometime
nO: Bye. :(
What are the authors previously confirmed zombie/sburb plans
I have no clue I don't remember making those plans ;AAA;
OAN: I thought it was like on the 21st of December. ;A;
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-author who usually answers questions
((BWAWHAHAHAHAHAH CHRIS IS DEAD THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE)) You killed him?! How am I supposed to get to the gate now?!
Well I suppose you'll see...
Mwahahahhaha.
Hahaha.
Ha ha.
Ha.
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OAWUAQN: c:
Chriiiiiis :'(
We felt like it was his time.