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J-Jude, you look different. Did you change your glasses?

i did actually! my old ones kind of got in an accident and i had to get new ones!

thanks for actually noticing!

but no thats not the only reason i look different john

i have boobs too

#ask #askjohnharley #everything leads to my chest #every time #//jude dont be a sarcastic piece of shit//#jadesprite #magic anon

the johns are in disappearance cahoots

—turntechGoddess [TG] began pestering ectoGnostic [EG]—

TG: john TG: john TG: hey listen TG: hey TG: hey TG: are you there?? TG: promise i wont chuck any bits of choice titanium bowls at your head if you respond within the next five seconds TG: or minutes TG: ... TG: or years TG: ... TG: hey dude??? -- tuturntechGoddess [TG]ceased pestering ectoGnostic [EG]—

You stare at the chum handles that have been offline for some time, uncurling your tail from under your body as you begin to zone out to the humming of Jade's voice emanating from the adjacent room. You hadn't seen John- Harley, or even the sprite-troll John after SBURB... what the hell happened to them?

—turntechGoddess [TG] began pestering ghostyTrollcrow [GT]— TG: cmon john TG: this isnt funny TG: i know youre there TG: why arent you answering TG: jegus christ its been a week TG: youre def not ignoring me cause yer getting laid TG: is this a shitty prank...? TG: ... TG: ... TG: ok TG: ok TG: so ill go straight to the topic and pop the million dollar question TG: are we still on for fish lasagna???

—turntechGoddess [TG] ceased pestering ghostyTrollcrow [GT]—

#ghostyTrollcrow #askjohnharley #floweringfantasia

—turntechGoddess began pestering ectoGnostic [EG]—

TG: sup john TG: so youre not gonna believe this TG: i was makin my way downtown TG: walkin fast faces past and i backed the fuck up TG: cause i just saw the most magnificent toilet ever TG: shit shone brighter than a diamond and sparkled with the intensity of a thousand fairy godmothers TG: this has been a psa TG: and now the weather

#askjohnharley #closed starter #((Do you even wtnv))

+ askjohnharley

okay ill ask you

what the fuck is with stars like

why did chemicals decide to join so many times and make a thing called stars

also

why is a moon called a moon

these are my questions for you

#askjohnharley #greets

((Well guys, thanks to everyone for doing the event! It was a ton of fun to plan out and a wonderful opportunity to interact with some awesome people. : > I hope that we can still partake on role-playing shenanigans after this!))

#I AM SO DONE #sburb #story #ew tumblr killed the scaling #askjohnharley #ghostyTrollcrow #talismangallant

====> Fight For Your Freedom.

The Black King has grown strong from prototypings, even those that had seemed so benign and silly. By the time the players are gathered, he's already wiped out the white army, as had been always been meant to happen. His Queen is hurt, but ready to defend him. It's time to finish this.

The players enter the Battlefield as the Game comes to its climax and the long loop of cause and effect closes. With the knowledge that catastrophic events would occur should the two Monarchs be permitted to combine their forces, the group split up to combat them. Before an agreement could be reached on how to formulate a plan of attack, the final bosses notice the party and strike; the Black Queen instinctively targets the least experienced player, hoping to weedle down her enemies quickly.

Dovesprite is the first to react towards the edge of the blade aimed right at the Heir of Space. John’s frozen in place, unprepared for the swift assault, bracing himself for the impact that never came. The sharp ringing of clashing metal filled the air as the haphazardly drawn katana was knocked out of Dovesprites’ grap. The Queen takes advantage of this opening and her plans are changed; she sharply extends one quivering tendril towards the sprite while turning her attention back to the heir.

Dovesprite manages to just barely avoid adding another fatal wound to her collection, diving for her weapon as the spike grazes her shoulder. She turns towards John, shooting him an indiscernible glance as the other catches the wordless message with a nod and readies his strifing apparatus.

As Dovesprite handles the Queen’s first attack, Dove and Johnsprite begin their own strike upon the prototyped King. Adorable cuddly tentacles have become unwieldy spears of death, snaking through the air with great quickness. The ridiculous proboscis is a powerful bludgeoning weapon that can knock them far across the Battlefield. Huge dark wings give him a powerful bonus to his speed. And as the players grew nearer, the cloying scent of chocolate was almost choking.

Johnsprite and Dove weave between the King’s tentacles, flying in close to make strikes and then dodging away again to keep from being knocked away or skewered. There’s little chance to make any definitive strikes, not when most of their time is spent on simply staying alive. More often than not, they’re aborting attacks to dodge.

A sharp hiss of pain from Dove signals injury and abruptly, Johnsprite goes after the King with renewed ruthlessness. The sheer violence of him is startling, enough to shock most, as he gives into the more troll instincts and charges, becoming a rage filled terror.

John and Dovesprite continue their dance, a waltz of parried blows with the Queen's tendrils in the lead, a tangled mass of pitch-black coils striking down at the combatants. They alternate a series of blows, the discord of colliding weapons resounding throughout the battlefield. Between her varied attacks, it’s apparent why she has not made an appearance until the very end of the session- she would have annihilated them in seconds.

The heir focuses on the defensive while Dovesprite whittles down the enemy with quick blows. When the Queen retaliates against the sprite, the echos of crackling bullet shells filled the air. It's tedious at best, as the Queen remains unpredictable, but they finally decipher her common offensive patterns and slowly watch that overabundant health bar decrease. At this indication, John signals that he is capable of finishing the Sovereign by himself, and the other gives him a gesture of understanding before focusing her attention on the engagement between the other Dersite ruler and the rest of the party.

The increased attacks on the King have begun to impede his actions, making his attacks more easily predetermined and his movements sluggish. The progress was apparent, and they had devised a strategy to keep pushing the enemy to his limits, even with the significant power enhancements obtained from the prototypings. The final boss had a number of similar aggression arrangements that the experienced players caught on to and effectively committed to memory, allowing them to gain the upper hand and throw in some extra offensive sequences when the boss was switching between the attack states.

It was seemingly an intuitive trade of blows and parries that would have ensured their inevitable path towards victory, until Johnsprite notices a discerning movement in the corner of his eye. The black Queen, filled with desperation and slowly closing bullet wounds, was raising her sword at the Skaian clouds and muttering indecipherable words under her unsteady breath. Every session was different in terms of the generation of skillsets and power attributes, but the ultimate attack always remained the same, as did the sequence for setting it up. There was no way that the combination sequence wasn’t inherently obvious- so what was John doing with his shoulders slumped, eyes glossed over, fingers loosely gripping onto his weapon, and permitting the combination progression to go through?

They call for him and John jerks back to the present but he’s not fast enough to stop the Queen from initiating the combination attack. Instead, Johnsprite races to do it himself. The attack, unable to be coordinated with the King correctly, goes off without the power it needed to be a deathblow, but it’s enough to injure him. Johnsprite refuses to let up and tears into the Queen without mercy. She is quickly overwhelmed by him and falls, but the cost is great in the injuries littering Johnsprite’s body.

Knowing that this has to end, John goes to join the fight against the King. He slides into the place Dove gives up, joining Dovesprite once more as Dove falls further back to tend to Johnsprite. They all know that the four of them will be required to defeat the King, even without his consort. As John and Dovesprite rain blows upon the Monarch, Dove heals Johnsprite as quickly as he can, refusing to allow Johnsprite to return to battle until he won’t bleed out. Then they go in together, joining Davesprite and John to end the game once and for all.

The tide of battle turns sharply with all four players at the forefront. The King can’t dodge all of their strikes and instead tries desperately to set up the less powerful single finishing moves, but one player or another manages to trip him up every time. His health bar decreases more rapidly with every moment until finally, the monsters falls and they are at last victorious.

There is little to discuss. The players are tired and weary from the battle, from their time in the session as a whole. Having been an unfruitful session, there is no where to go as the game begins to cave around them. Dove uses his power to open holes in the timelines, portals to elsewhere, home or otherwise.

And then it’s over.

#ghostyTrollcrow #ask dovesprite #askjohnharley #The Sburb Session #written collaboratively between me and askdove-sprite #HOLY FUCK IT'S FINALLY FUCKING OVER

--talismanGallant [TG] began pestering ectoGnostic [EG]--

TG: harley TG: shit is ready to boil over here TG: time to get this shit going TG: we need you man TG: lets win the game

#askjohnharley #The Sburb Session