:I Do you have any great ideas for Cruxite Artifacts besides the canon ones?
The beta human session’s common theme, as I had first mentioned here, is food that requires either biting or breaking into; although Dave Strider’s egg Artifact was not exactly put into a food context. His had to be allowed to incubate and hatch of its own accord.However, like the other items, the action triggering his Medium Entry involves a break.
The alpha human session, meanwhile, only had Jake English and Jane Crocker’s Artifacts revealed, which were both of fruitless trees. They represented both the ectofamilial relations to their pre-Scratch session and the infertility of their void session.
The last in-page reference there is available to make is the trolls, whose exile bases are each in the image of their lusii [each exile base is based on the Cruxite Artifacts of their players].
In short, it’s up to interpretation as long as you maintain common themes within the group. If one Cruxite Artifact is a matchbox, they may need to strike one of its matches. The remaining Artifacts in the session would then have to involve a striking motion, combustion, friction, or using a box’s contents.Really, all sorts of items from around the house, inanimate or alive, can be made into a Cruxite Artifact. Lusii included, the only common feature in all in-page Artifacts is that they are based on something you could always expect to find at that player’s home.
Do you think the reason human God Tiers don't have wings is the result of Karkat's mutation being passed to the human race through the introduction of his DNA by touching the universe door? Or do you think it could be that the trolls are special due to their varying blood color that differs from the blood color of the carapaces? The latter would explain why Caliborn also lacks God Tier wings, so it would be more probable.
It’s possible, though Karkat could have simply kept his wings tucked as a matter of hemospectrum insecurity.Meenah kept her wings tucked most of the time, too, probably cuz she didn’t bother adding wing slits to the clothes she preferred.
Caliborn, meanwhile, also God Tiered after predominating.I think he would have kept them if he God Tiered before predomination, such as in a timeline where he and Calliope entered the Medium together.Because ascension is supposed to be something you earn after maturing to a certain point.
Back to humans. If you look at the portrayals of European, most Mediterranean and East Asian gods, they’re generally portrayed as wholly human because our vain species likes comparing themselves to godhood.In context, that could be a chicken-or-egg question.
Real life creepypasta expirience, or "I can't believe it's not liver. Oh wait..."
You've been feeling under the weather for last few minutes. Scialo just stopped pestering you, and now you should start chatting with the next person. You just... Don’t really feel like it. Dying lusii? Meteors? Killer totems? That's not the shit you're used to deal with. And there’s this awful storm outside. Just like facing this horror of another fucking day wasn't enough, there just had to be a storm. You try to swallow to get rid of this dry feeling in your mouth, but it just makes things worse, for some unknown reason. You sigh, man the hell up and click on the new name on your chumroll, knowing this is going to be bad.
-- canineConductor [CC] began trolling imperialCheerleader [IC] --
CC: Hello
CC: I wanna play a game
CC: And try to imagine this in a omnious voice U^u^U
IC: --->Sighs. I guess I have some time to H-U-M-O-R you.<---
CC: So generous... U=ｪ=U
CC: But don't ya feel like asking some questions?
CC: Whoofo are you
CC: Whoofy are you writing now
CC: I need to dress up pretty for the occasion?
CC: UoｪoU
CC: I mean, there are meteors or some shit included
IC: --->Something's downloading on my computer. Is this part of your game?<---
CC: Pretty sure it is
CC: Are you like 100% positive that you don't want to know whoofat the hell is going on? U=ｪ=U
IC: --->I DO Know what's going on. I'm not a M-O-R-O-N moron!<---
IC: --->This is SGRUB. You're trying to get inside the medium. I get it.<---
You freeze for a second, trying to comprehend. They know what's going on? Well, that's new.
…at least you think so.
CC: Oh.
CC: Come.
CC: On.
CC: U=n=U
IC: --->...Lmao what is this? A train station?<---
CC: Yes it is, but let me have a break down here U=n=U
CC: I was going to be all smart n shit, about whoofat you need to do
CC: And you were supposed to go all "oh man, this guy is kinda cool"
CC: And you ruined it! U;n;U
CC: All my hopes and dreams...
CC: Yeah, insert sobbing here
CC: And ok, how the hell do you know about this game? UoｪoU
IC: --->I'll decide how cool you are when I can actually /see/ you. Why are you at a train station, anyway?<---
IC: --->Going somewhere?<---
IC: --->I'm already in. >; )<---
CC: Life's but a journey, ya see
CC: Whoofa? UoｪoU
CC: In?
IC: --->I'm already in the medium. >; )<---
CC: Ok, I'm confused now, whoofy the hell are you "in" before I got to you? U@ｪ@U
IC: --->Because I'm super talented and like, T-O-T-A-L-L-Y amazing.<---
CC: I thought it was some kind of chain...
CC: ...
CC: Ok, let's leave it like that U>ｪ>U
IC: --->Mhm. I was at the beginning of the chain.<---
IC: --->They saved the best for.... first.<---
And the crown of Miss Generosity goes to... You sigh. You're really not in the mood for dealing with this crap.
Funny, it must have been the same for this last guy. But at least you tried to be a bit lighthearted about this. This unknown troll is just pain in the ass. They do have the control of your life and death at this moment, so you decide to play along for a while. Survival before sulking.
CC: So, wait, it's a circle?
IC: --->That's what a chain is.<---
CC: Chain has a begining and the end, so you can smash somebody in the face with it, now I see this game more like...
CC: A hoola hop
CC: Kind of weird hoola hop Uoｪo"U
IC: --->I like you. That's like, E-X-A-C-T-L-Y what I like to do with chains!<---
IC: --->That and y'know. Choking people to death >; )<---
CC: Ok, cool hobby
IC: --->Okay, so where are you.<---
IC: --->There are a LOT of people here.<---
CC: Remind me to stay away from you and chains
CC: I'm sitting on a bench, just look for a lazy ass lusus sleeping under me UouoU
As if it wasn't bad enough, the lightning cuts through the sky, and all lights at the station flicker. Some trolls stop and look anxiously up, some gasp, and you're just there, sitting on your bench, trying to focus and not think about the fact, that the Scialo did have to deal with earthquakes, and it's starting to look like storm of the decade. It's not like there's going to be some tornado here... Right?
CC: Oh boy
CC: This last guy had to deal with earthquakes, but there was nothing like this here
CC: You had earthquakes too? And did you fnid me? UoｪoU
IC: --->I didn't have earthquakes. I was in, though, like S-U-P-E-R fast, because like. I'm so good at everything? Especially this game, lol.<---
IC: --->OOh. Thunder. Scary. I love it.<---
IC: --->T-o-t-a-l-l-y TOTALLY sets the mood.<---
IC: --->I wonder if they'll all die when you enter the medium?<---
CC: Yeah... U=ｪ=U I have no idea and for some reason I don't feel like finding out
CC: There is a chance that some of them will take a train and get away or something. Dealing with dead meat isn't my thing U>n<U
CC: Did you find me?
IC: --->You the one in the braids and the sweatshirt?<---
CC: Yeah
CC: Can we quickly sort out whoofere to put those big ass machines so nobody would trip and die on them?
CC: I'm not sure if they are bloodproof
IC: --->Hmmmm.<---
IC: --->I mean. I guess we could put them on like, the roof right?<---
IC: --->Or does this place have a basement, maybe?<---
CC: I don't know if sitting on a roof with some kind of halph-typhoon thing going on is a good idea... And I'm pretty sure they don't have basement Uoｪo"U
CC: Do you think you could put them in a railcart maybe..?
CC: I'm not sure if one is here though, fuck... U@ｪ@U
IC: --->How about you just clear a path? Do something weird.<---
Another thunder rolls through the station, but now lights instead of flicker, simply go off, covering the station with darkness. Mechanical voice flowing from emergency speakers announces, that due to the thunder there occurred problem with electricity, and light should be back in a few minutes. It also apologized for all the problems, but the last part of its speech was completely overpowered by the voices of angry and scared trolls. You think, that if the station management doesn't deal with it quickly, they're surely going to panic. Well, you can't blame them, you don't feel any better with lights off... It could be a little helpful though, if only you play it well.
CC: And whoofat do you expect me to do genious? And it's dark as fuck now! U=n=U
IC: --->You could always start killing people.<---
IC: --->That's my Go-To.<---
IC: --->Push them on to the tracks!<---
IC: --->Then they'll be like, out of your way, AND I get to watch somebody be electrocuted! It's a win-win!<---
CC: Let's say, that I'm some crazed up psycho whoofo can just cull off the whoofole station without getting smashed himself. How do you expect somebody to be electrocuted whoofen there is
CC: No
CC: Fucking
CC: Power? U=ｪ=U
CC: Hey, wait!
CC: You can put those things on top of the train right?
CC: The roofs are a bit round, but it should be alright for a whoofile, they are pretty wide after all
CC: Good plan? Great plan
CC: And pretty much the only one we have, that doesn't include me going somehow berserk U=ｪ=U
IC: --->Smart. Okay. Gimme a second.<---
You take a deep breath. Be nice, be nice, as for now it's going pretty smoothly. Just keep it up Fenrir, you need to survive the ordeal.
IC: --->Okay. Just dropped your Cruxtruder on the first train.<---
CC: And that is..? Whoofich thing?
IC: --->Aaaand that's the totem lathe on the second one. Aaand the third one is the totem lathe.<---
CC: Whoofich one is this timer triggering thing?
IC: --->Omg you're so U-S-E-L-E-S-S /useless/!<---
IC: --->The Cruxtruder.<---
IC: --->(First train.)<---
CC: Well, good thing you won't have to deal with me for so long then U=ｪ=U
CC: Ok, and the card thing? The last guy needed this card thing
IC: --->Totem lathe.<---
IC: --->First you need to break open the cruxtruder.<---
CC: But it set's off the timer, I don't want to, I want to do other things first U=3=U
IC: --->What do you want to do?<---
IC: --->You're /supposed/ to do it this way.<---
CC: Oh for the sake of... Ok, I can do this, fuck!
CC: You're a cheerleader, cheer me a bit
CC: Show me the fighting spirit or something!
IC: --->Omg, okay!!!! Let me think of something real quick.<---
CC: It'd better be a good one, because I need something Uoｪo;U
You try your best to ignore trolls, who noticed machines in the flash of last lightning, and close your grubtop. After quickly putting the cable in your bag (and a quick prayer, so the battery won't die halfway through), you close the computer and sneak to the first train as quickly and silently as you can. Good thing, that all those super new trains had left, and all that's left are older models. After localizing the suitable place to climb on the roof, and that was the small passage between two carts, you softly throw grubtop on the roof, and after few seconds you’re lying beside it on the cold steel, breathing deeply. Lifting your weight on your hands isn't really the easiest thing, if you don't really have anything to put your legs on. You rest there for a short while, only to open up your chat and be welcomed by...
IC: --->T-I-M-E-R Who's the pup who's 'bout to BURST! ADVENTURE--AND FAME! THIS TRAIN STATION IS LAME! BUST THE CRUX AND PLAY THE GAME, PUT EVERY OTHER TROLL TO SHAME!<---
IC: --->...It'd be like, totally better with the choreography.<---
IC: --->I had like a double backhand spring planned in my head? But I couldn't do it over the computer, obvs >; (<---
IC: --->But seriously. Just do it. I promise I'll do a flip for you later <3<---
IC: --->That's a good boy!<---
CC: It only made me feel worse about the whoofole thing, but thanks for actually do this... U^ｪ^"U
IC: --->Now all you have to do is open it up.<---
CC: Easy to say...
IC: --->I just hit it with my whip. You could probably hit it with your weapon of choice, too?<---
IC: --->Of course, I'm like, amazing, so. That might not work for you.<---
Your heavy, discouraged sigh is never meant to finish, as the loud shatter accompanied with terrified shrieks and a few sounds of something squishy yet crunchy getting smashed on the floor make all your hair stand up. With heart beating so hart, that it could easily broke your ribs, you look in the direction of the main entry, and... Oh Empress.
It looked like the wind outside threw the small car into the glass wall. Glittering shards were everywhere, and judging by the stains, the rolling machine hit a few trolls, who were now not much but a broken meat bags. For a second everyone was silent, then screams of panic hit your eardrums like another thunder. You haven't signed up for this shit, no fucking way in hell!
CC: Now whoofat, fuck?!
IC: --->Um. Don't look at me.<---
You immediately regretted letting your guard down. Now, with one wall almost completely broke, and the huge exit on the back, station turned into one, huge pipe. In a second you got brutally thrown from the cart, catching your grubtop in a desperate try to hold on to ANYTHING, your lusus barking filled your ears, as your back hit the metal door to the next cart. Sharp gasp escaped your throat, and shortly after your arm smashed on the uneven floor between two steel walls. It hurt so much that you started wondering if you broke something, and the fact that your ass was higher than head didn't matter. You couldn't tell your elbow from knee either way. However the next sound ruthlessly reminded you where you are. Up till now the clamour of panicked screams was muffled, like you pressed your head to the pillow, but there was something more. Cold, lazy screech of metals being pressed to one another, this kind making your forehead hurt. And then muffled whimper and smash, that left you with ringing in your ears.
But smell was the worst. Smell of blood and meat filled your nostrils, making you gag. You knew exactly what happened, whose whimper was it and who was probably laying under the piece of metal, in a half-liquid form. You swallowed, and opened your grubtop, just as running away from the moment when you should stand up and see what's left of your lusus would make it any better.
CC: From smell I gues... I don't want to see this...
IC: --->Alll you have to do is open up the cruxtader and throw his body into the ball of light, and he'll wake up again.<---
IC: --->And he'll be better than ever. I promise.<---
CC: I
CC: FUCKING
CC: KNOW
CC: But it's not my first time smelling blood, and that thing was big, and...
IC: --->Sighs. Honestly, you don't need me anymore. And I don't need your fucking attitude.<---
IC: --->Goodbye, asshole.<---
-- imperialCheerleader [IC] gave up trolling canineConductor [CC] --
CC: And the princes is fuckin out, good!
CC: FUCK
-- canineConductor [CC] gave up trolling imperialCheerleader [IC] --
So be it! You slowly stood up, not quite sure if you were tearing up because of the sharp pain near your hips, the chocking smell, sadness or the noise. It could be the product of all these combined. You put your grubtop in your bag quite sure that you won't need it anymore, and slowly walked up to the side of the cart.
Good news - this damned thing opened because of the impact.
Bad news - it looked worse than you thought it would be, and even though you've seen a lot of things in your life, your guts got all heavy, like it wanted to fall out of your body. Not that you'd mind, it'd make you closer to Pop, you thought sourly, in a half-assed attempt to cheer yourself up. The ball of light was hovering just above your head, like it was clearly interested what he would do. "Put the body into the ball"... You sneered. Which fuckin part?
Trembling like a leaf you kneeled on the floor, feeling blood soaking through the material, and stretched your hands, to find... A bigger piece of your custodian. The bone hand was fine, he couldn't really feel with it, but the warm, soft meat on your fingers, the sticky blood getting all over your fingers... It was too much. You jumped away from the cruxtruder just to vomit on the rails a meter away. Thank heavens most of the trolls tried to run away from the station, and were currently trying to run away from a falling cart further... Shit! You wiped your mouth with a tissue you had in your pocket. Running away... He had a timer..! Still feeling sick you went back to the meat, held your breath, and stretched your arm. The second time wasn't so bad, maybe because you've already got read of everything you had in your stomach. You found head, and holding back tears you threw it at the ball of light.
It worked surprisingly well, a ghost-like figure of dog appeared before your eyes, but it wasn't quite right. The real deal was still smeared on the ground, because you had the amazing idea of putting huge piece of machinery on a rounded roof.
Fuck this all.
You turned around, and in the next flash of the lightning, you noticed a piece of white fur on the ground. You dug your nails into the skin, and lifted a severed tail.
This is messed up.
Not really thinking you detached one finger of your skeleton hand.
Kid, there are some limits.
Bones melted smoothly in the air and covered the bloody end of the tail, connecting with the rest of the spine.
Just... No.
You attached the tail to your trousers, and looked at it a bit lost in thought. You just decided to carry around the piece of your dead parent, well done psycho. This needs to be an achievement in this goddamned game.
Trying not to look at the Gost Pop, as you decided to call him, you started running towards the second train. Good, this totem thing was still standing in its place for some reason. But of course you forgot this base thingy. You ran back, almost getting yourself run over by some obese troll with a small suitcase pressed to his chest, and caught the cylinder in run. Wait, the card! You looked around. This piece of ass never told you where they put it! You swore under your breath and just as you started running back to the next train, you slipped. Of course you landed on your sore back, with your head in blood, because, that was just YOUR DAY, but as you pulled yourself together, you noticed a bloody card, most likely being the cause of your amazing fall. Well, it could've been worse. Fighting the shivers, as one drop of sticky liquid run down your spine, you managed to crawl to the next machine, somehow not falling down with your clothes all covered in blood. What did Scialo do..? Right!
You put the base and the card in the proper slots, and sighted with relief, when it started working. The wind has stopped for a second, but nobody really noticed it, apart from you, and Ghost Pop, who was looking with disapproval at the white tail hanging from your belt. And the station looked like some hardcore creepypasta location. Abandoned luggage, blood, glass shards, trolls getting run over by others, who tried to crawl on the fallen carts to run away... You shivered, and bushed the excitement building up in your mind to the back of your skull, and beat yourself with mental stick. It's not a horror movie, this is real, terrifying, deal, and you have to get moving if you don't want to end up like your lusus.
Just when you managed to take your eyes of the buried under the bricks and carts exit, the machine has stopped, and you could take the weird statue with yourself. With no time to loose you jumped down hoping you won't break something NOW, and run to the next machine, but the strong blow of wind threw you on the floor, just like few trashcans and benches. You lost at least half of the precious minute crawling to the last train, which was swinging dangerously from side to side because of wind, but the few drops of rain that got carried all the way to you were quite pleasant.
Not looking at anything or anybody you crouched beside this Alchemiter thing, and once again thank every saint thing on this planet, that it started working. Something appeared, and your heart skipped a beat. A... Scale? Surprised, you poked the thing, and the scales waved a bit, only to return to the state of perfect balance in a second. You were kind of relieved that it wasn’t some homicidal figure of yourself, but... You need to break it now. How the hell you break the scale?
You looked around yourself, and noticed a big suitcase laying on the ground. Not anything weird, when you got accustomed to the dark a bit, you could make out a few things and a ton of suitcases was laying here and there, but this one looked sturdy enough.
Once again you slipped down to the ground, holding a pretty scale in your hand. You put it on the ground and lifted heavy suitcase a bit. It should be enough, you thought and dropped the baggage.
Boy, you've never were as relieved by the sound of something breaking as today.
You sat down beside the pieces of the scale, overwhelmed by all of this. Ghost Pop started hovering before you, suddenly making you feel guilty and out of place. You won't give it back, this tail is now yours. Suddenly feeling angry you grabbed some kind of paper lying on the ground and threw it at the ghost in act of desperation, but you only managed to watch as it got absorbed. Before you could do the effect, something shook the station, and everything turned white.
ihasafandom said: It would be interesting if the players were split into groups and the session into stages so that the end result is closer to a tournament style: the best players/the ones that survive bring their planets to the next stage
Oooooooooh I like that... this is kinda sounding like a Hunger Games scenario...
If there really was a 48-player squiddle session, what size capacity will Sgames allow before they get broken into smaller groups and put into separate sessions?
Would they be broken up evenly, would each session end up with their own spacetime players, or would only one of them end up with spacetime players?
How would the game fate the circuits to close, or would the different sessions remain bound to each other?
Or would the session simply crash/run out of time when the entries exceeded maximum capacity?
There must be a maximum given each player gets their own planet, so eventually the planets would crash into each other or the Incipisphere would have to spread itself too thin.
According to Hussie, the cruxite artifacts are to do with departure, but they also have to do with food.
An apple fresh from the tree, or a fruitless apple Post-Scratch, and the apple had to be bitten into.
A winebottle that had to be broken.
An egg that had to be broken, or hatched.
A piñata that had to be broken.
It might not be possible given how SGAME works, but I wonder what would happen if SOME, but not ALL of the sprites were prototyped pre-entry. If it is possible, then it might just lead to another lost session. But since there are only Null, Void, and Dead sessions, it doesn't sound like there can be anything in between. Nulls can be won but aren't (therefore all are prototyped,) and voids can't (because none are prototyped.) There seems to be no "Only Some Sprites Were Prototyped" session.
Yeah, there probably isn’t really anything to suggest in Canon that sessions would let that happen……although it might be something that could happen in a glitchy game that risks crashing, whatever “crashing” would entail.
Actually, one could say that Team Paradox explores that possibility since…
*** TEAM PARADOX SPOILERS ***…two players enter together as a single client.By that reasoning, the guest-at-a-friend’s-hive player is implied not to get her own alchemical Phernalia or Kernelsprite, which would explain why Prospit and Derse’s associated Prototyping orb on the towers and rings are dim and cracked.Not only that, but her Dream Self’s tower was broken off and lost in the Veil, her Land became a mass of data corruption, and other Sprites go all ERROR 404 whenever they mention her.*** TEAM PARADOX SPOILERS ***
…TL;DR, five out of six players Prototyped pre-entry because two of them entered the Medium as a single client.
Again, this is not Canon, so that may not turn out to be the answer, but this hypothesis is worth taking a look at.
[05:58] -- fatalisticFortune [FF] began trolling incisiveMiscreant [IM] at 17:58 --
[05:59] FF: Um ! Hope tH!s !sn't a rude quest!on ! guess ! could Have just forgotten ! added you or sometH!ng but uH
[05:59] FF: wHo !s tH!s?
[06:00] IM: I'm not entirely certain I have a quick answer for that, to be quite frank.
[06:00] IM: But first, why are you typing like a brat?
[06:00] FF: Ok so you are a complete stranger tHen?
[06:00] FF: WHat do you mean l!ke a brat?
[06:00] IM: Yes.
[06:01] FF: Honestly ! always k!nd of tHougHt ! Had one of tHe more reasonable qu!rks out tHere ! don't know
[06:02] IM: I believe this has something to do with this incomprehensibly perplexing game.
[06:02] IM: Those !'s and such. You look like a child.
[06:02] IM: Oh gods, you're not are you?
[06:02] FF: !s tHat tH!s tH!ng tHat's loaded up on my computer w!tH tHe obnox!ous mus!c??
[06:02] IM: Yes.
[06:02] FF: Well, !'m not exactly an adult yet.
[06:03] FF: OH r!gHt ! tHougHt maybe !t was a v!rus??? Probably sent to me by tHe government.
[06:04] IM: I can't begin to even fathom who could have set this up.
[06:04] IM: Have you at least hit puberty yet?
[06:06] FF: WHat's puberty
[06:06] IM: Oh shit.
[06:06] IM: No, this is perfectly reasonably, I suppose I can work with this.
[06:07] IM: I've worked with much less after all.
[06:07] FF: "Work w!tH"?
[06:07] FF: Do you need me for sometH!ng?
[06:09] IM: Oh right, I suppose I should at least try to explain.
[06:09] IM: The world is ending.
[06:09] FF: ! not!ced.
[06:09] IM: You are supposed to save me with the game. It sounds absurd, I realize.
[06:09] FF: A... computer game?
[06:09] IM: Then someone else, I believe, is supposed to save you.
[06:09] IM: Yes.
[06:10] FF: Sorry !'m not really follow!ng How w!ll tHat Help?
[06:11] IM: Somehow this program will allow you to affect my surroundings and deploy certain items which enable me to transport my home to another location.
[06:11] IM: At least,
[06:11] IM: that is what I have gathered.
[06:11] IM: I've only done this one time so I can draw conclusions from only one source.
[06:12] FF: OH no tHat sounds really compl!cated!
[06:12] FF: But okay !'m press!ng start.
[06:12] IM: Good.
[06:12] FF: Do ! cl!ck "server" or "cl!ent"?
[06:14] IM: You will be the server in this instance. I am your client.
[06:14] IM: When someone will save your ass, then you will be the client. But for now, you are a server.
[06:14] FF: Ok ! tH!nk ! follow.
[06:15] FF: R!gHt !t just loaded and tHere's a cHaracter s!tt!ng !n a room but !t's
[06:15] FF: not lett!ng me move tHem arround?
[06:16] IM: Yes, that is me. Stop that.
[06:16] FF: THat's you?
[06:17] FF: WHere are your Horns?
[06:17] IM: What absurd question is that?
[06:17] IM: Oh.
[06:17] IM: Oh I understand now.
[06:17] IM: You are those "trolls", am I correct?
[06:17] IM: Interesting, there has never been much contact between our races.
[06:18] FF: ???????????
[06:18] FF: Yes !'m a troll are you... not a troll?
[06:19] IM: No, I'm a human.
[06:19] FF: HaHaHa okay !f you say so.
[06:20] FF: !s tH!s tHat one game tHat tHere was tHat beta of?
[06:20] IM: You do not believe me?
[06:20] FF: Can you really blame me for be!ng skept!cal?
[06:20] IM: Um, I do not know?
[06:20] IM: Well I am standing in front of you, free of horns.
[06:21] IM: Aren't children supposed to be gullible anyways?
[06:21] FF: ! tH!nk tHe t!tle !s fam!l!er? ! Had a lot of tHeor!es about tH!s game ! f!gured !t was some sort of soc!al commentry about rel!g!on but so far !t's not really meet!ng my expectat!ons.
[06:22] FF: ! guess but tHere's no way of me know!ng !f tHat's really you!
[06:22] FF: WHatever, just tell me How to play tH!s game. Do ! put tHese macH!ne tH!ngs out?
[06:22] IM: Yes, but close together is preferable. Out in the living area should be enough room for at least two, I hope.
[06:23] IM: The, er. Oh their names are so absurd.I believe it is a Cruxtruder? Yes, that one first.
[06:23] FF: !s tHat tHe b!g block w!tH tHe f!replace?
[06:23] FF: Okay ! am "deploy!ng" !t.
[06:24] FF: !t's k!nd of r!gHt !n tHe m!ddle ! Hope tHat's okay
[06:38] IM: I suppose that works fine. Now the other two items are the, er, Totem Lathe, and an Alchemiter. I suppose you might have to find another room for the Alchemiter. Perhaps the study, though it should be cleared out...
[06:40] FF: R!gHt! !'ll do tHat tHen.
[06:40] FF: WHat are tHese tH!ngs even for?
[06:42] IM: It seems to be part of the process of relocating the home. The Cruxtruder doubles as a count-down.
[06:42] IM: It's very complicated, irritatingly so.
[06:42] IM: And that damned cursor is purely counter productive!
[06:43] FF: Yes ! am try!ng to move some tH!ngs arround !n tH!s study to create space but uH
[06:44] FF: YeaH ok tH!s m!gHt take a wH!le to t!dy up sorry.
[06:44] FF: THe alcHemy tH!ng !s out tHougH.
[06:47] IM: I do expect a mess, but I have little to no attachments to most of the items in this house so do not fret. If you do happen to break something important, however, then you will be sorry. In any case, let me see if I can remember how to work this Cruxtruder thing.
[06:47] IM: It's not the easiest thing to work with.
[06:48] FF: WH!cH tH!ngs are !mportant
[06:48] FF: WHat are you do!ng
[06:48] FF: Wa!t let me try zoom!ng !n.
[06:54] IM: This damned wheel won't turn! I think it must be stuck or rusted or something. Nor do I remember how to make the count down start.
[06:55] FF: !t's not lett!ng me turn !t e!tHer!
[06:55] FF: Have you turned !t on?
[06:56] FF: (Does !t need turn!ng on?)
[07:22] IM: No, there is no "on" button or switch. But I remember her turning this gear here and the lid would open. This is horrendously frustrating.
[07:24] FF: Maybe you can just k!nda bust !t open??
[07:24] FF: WHat's your str!fe modus?
[07:24] IM: That is a very personal question!
[07:27] FF: !s !t really tHat personal
[07:27] IM: Let's try something else.
[07:28] FF: Maybe ! can use of of tHe !tems !n tHe room?
[07:28] IM: Go for it.
[07:29] FF: !'m go!ng to try us!ng some of tHe we!gHts from tHat tra!n!ng room
[07:29] FF: uH, m!nd your Head.
[07:35] IM: Right, then, I'll just be way over here.
[07:36] FF: Okay r!gHt !'m go!ng to just
[07:36] FF: wHack !t and Hope for tHe best?
[07:38] FF: OH Hey tHe top came clean off? !s tHat meant to Happen
[07:38] IM: Yes, excellent!
[07:39] FF: Cool wHat do we do w!trH tHe glowy tH!ng
[07:39] IM: Now then, I need to take this strange cylinder thing. Oh, perhaps I should work on this light glowing thing.
[07:39] IM: I think I am to throw an object in it.
[07:39] FF: WHat k!nd of an object
[07:39] FF: OH, Hold on, !s !t tH!s card? THere's a card tH!ng Here.
[07:40] FF: !'m go!ng to put !t on tHe floor ! guess.
[07:40] IM: The irritating boy before me used a dead creature. Oh, yes, I do need that! Thank you.
[07:41] FF: A dead tH!ng? UgH.
[07:41] FF: Do you Have any dead creatures !n your H!ve
[07:41] IM: Sort of. Hold on for a moment while I grab it.
[07:42] FF: :/
[07:42] FF: Ok.
[07:44] IM: There, that should be good. I think. Well, it does look like a fox so I would say this was a success.
[07:46] FF: !t's k!nd of cute actually!
[07:46] IM: Oh, you think so?
[07:46] FF: (! am try!ng to !gnore How profoundly we!rd tH!s !s, by tHe way.)
[07:46] FF: YeaH k!nda.
[07:47] FF: Was !t your lusus? Sorry !f so.
[07:48] IM: My lusus? That is not a human term. If you mean pet, then it sort of was, but not really.
[07:50] FF: OH a lusus !s a k!nd of beast guard!an we Have?
[07:50] FF: M!ne !s a p!glet, sHe's sweet but k!nd of overly anx!ous HaHa.
[07:50] FF: Do Humans not Have lus!!
[07:51] FF: WHat looks after you tHen do you all just Have to fend for yourselves tHat seems pretty HarsH.
[07:51] IM: Er, no. We can have pets but our guardians are also humans.
[07:52] IM: Oh I should be doing this cylinder reshaping thing.
[07:52] FF: And tHey don't try and k!ll you? We!rd.
[07:52] FF: OH r!gHt How do you do tHat do ! need to Help
[07:53] IM: Of course not, why would our guardians try to kill us?
[07:53] IM: Oh, er, I believe your part is done now. But you should observe so you understand.
[07:54] FF: ! don't know we don't really come !nto contact w!tH adult trolls very often and wHen we do tHey don't usually want to look after us
[07:54] FF: Okay !'m watcH!ng.
[07:59] IM: Right so, did you follow that? Using the Totem Lathe and Alchemiter to create this, er, item.
[08:00] IM: I think this is a puzzle box, but from what the piss drinker said earlier the specific object changes per person.
[08:00] FF: A puzzle box?
[08:01] FF: Also !'m not sure ! followed !t exactly but Hopefully ! got tHe general !dea.
[08:03] IM: Would you like for me to explain it more thoroughly AGAIN DAMMIT THIS STUPID BOX.
[08:04] FF: Wa!t wa!t stop tHat tH!ng you're do!ng
[08:05] IM: Why? Should I smash it?
[08:05] FF: No no!
[08:05] FF: ! tH!nk ! know wHat to do?
[08:05] IM: You do?
[08:05] FF: THougH um, ! can't prom!se !t's r!gHt ! guess s!nce !t's usually pretty unrel!able but
[08:06] IM: But what?
[08:06] FF: Do Humans ever Have psycH!c powers
[08:07] IM: Some claim to, but they're usually charlatans.
[08:08] FF: AH ok well trolls actually do somet!mes and ! can see !nto tHe future but only a l!ttle b!t !t's not a part!cularly spectacular power but
[08:08] FF: wHatever tHe po!nt !s you need to fl!p !t turnways l!ke um
[08:08] FF: wow !'m so bad at expla!n!ng tH!ngs sorry!
[08:09] FF: You Have to Have tHe patterned b!t fac!ng up.
[08:09] IM: Okay, like this?
[08:10] FF: Yes! Now ! can see you sl!d!ng out tHat tab at tHe bottom?
[08:10] IM: Okay, and after that tab?
[08:11] FF: THe one on tHe otHer s!de.
[08:11] FF: Um, tHe s!de left of tHe one you're on.
[08:13] IM: This one here?
[08:14] FF: YeaH, tHen put your Hands on e!tHer s!de and pusH tHe tabs !n tHe center of eacH s!de !nwardly
[08:14] FF: and tHen once tHey meet !n tHe m!ddle you Have to k!nd of turn !t? ! dunno How to expla!n.
[08:15] IM: Okay, just like this then?
[08:15] FF: Yes.
[08:16] FF: And once you've done tHat you can k!nd of pry !t open but ! don't know wHat Happens after tHat sorry tHe v!s!on just k!nd of blanks.
[08:17] IM: Okay then. I think I heard it click- oh. It fell apart. Is that what's supposed to happen?
[08:17] FF: ! don't know! Hopefully?
[08:18] IM: Oh yes, it did work! I think I have been relocated. Either that or it snowed a lot in the last few minutes.
[08:19] FF: Wow tHe screen blacked out for a second tHere but
[08:19] FF: !t does look l!ke you're somewHere new?
[08:19] FF: Can you st!ll Hear meteors?
[08:19] FF: Were meteors a tH!ng on EartH? THat's How our world !s end!ng ! tH!nk.
[08:19] IM: No, I can't see much of the sky. It's very cloudy.
[08:20] IM: Yes, they were. It was very odd though.
[08:21] FF: YeaH ! tHougHt !t was we!rd too and !'m not ent!rely conv!nced tHe meteor str!ke !sn't be!ng staged but ! can see myself play!ng tH!s stup!d game aga!n so ! guess tHat's wHat !'d better do? UgH.
[08:22] IM: Yes, you should contact another person and they will be your server. In other words, you will have my role in that case.
[08:24] FF: WHopee.
[08:24] FF: THanks for walk!ng me tHrougH tHe wHole tH!ng tHougH, on tHe off cHance tH!s saves my l!fe.
[08:24] IM: Oh, er, you're welcome. I guess.
[08:25] IM: I suppose I should, er, thank you for helping with the, er, puzzle box.
[08:25] FF: You're welcome uH-
[08:25] IM: uh?
[08:25] FF: ! never d!d get your name! !'m Carada.
[08:25] IM: Oh, right. My name is Andi.
[08:26] FF: THen you're welcome And!!
[08:27] FF: Talk to you later ! guess.
[08:27] IM: Right, well. Bye.
[08:27] -- fatalisticFortune [FF] gave up trolling incisiveMiscreant [IM] at 20:27 --
