Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 5, 2010 7:48:23 GMT -8
The name is SKIAR MICHIYO. Your INTERESTS are FAR AND WIDE. You enjoy MUSIC AND THE ARTS, and you are told you are QUITE GOOD AS A MUSICIAN, ARTIST AND ACTOR but would never think that way about yourself. Your favorite instrument is the PIANO, although you also play the VIOLIN. You like PICKING APART songs and scribbling it down onto SHEET MUSIC, PSEUDO-COMPOSING you guess. You are into many VIDEO GAMES, especially those involving MYSTIC ADVENTURES THROUGH MAGICAL LANDS that you cannot remember the names of. One of your collections includes a large amount of CRYSTALS that you collect on your various trips around the world with your family. You also have a LARGE COLLECTION OF STUFFED ANIMALS, including your BELOVED DRAGON PLUSHIE. You named him EQUA.
Oh, right, you also are quite interested in SUPERPOWERS and SUPERNATURAL things. One particularly interesting topic would be TIME TRAVEL, you understand it quite well too.
You also have an interest in ANTHROPOMORPHICALLY PERSUADED FAUNA, in essence THE- Er... WERE-BEASTS. Yes, WERE-BEASTS one of your "fake" family members sparked this interest in you.
Due to a RECENT MOMENT OF STUPIDITY, you have bought an immeasurable number of STRIFE SPECIBUS CARDS and CAPTCHALOUGE CARDS causing your FETCH MODUS to get quite ridiculous at times.
Your pesterchum handle is thunderingTempest for VARIOUS REASONS you wouldn't care to explain. We see nothing wrong with the way we type.
You are currently trying to fix your PESTERCHUM, it is currently malfunctioning. You would like to see if any of your friends have obtained the fabled BETA that everyone has been talking about.
Better get working on that.
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Tsuchi
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 6, 2010 4:17:03 GMT -8
Your name is TSUCHI DORO. Your INTERESTS are very CENTERED. You enjoy VIDEO GAMES and MOCKING OTHERS FOR YOUR OWN AMUSEMENT, particularly your friend cT. Your favorite instrument is the VIOLIN, although you sometimes play your OCARINA but are not as good. You get most of your SHEET MUSIC from your friend tT. Your favorite VIDEO GAMES are RTS'S, your best being STARCRAFT. You have a LARGE COLLECTION OF KITCHEN KNIVES hanging in various spots on your walls. You have one SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG PLUSHIE your friend tT sent you for last birthday. Your not into small fuzzy things but this particular one seems to strike your fancy. Is it that dark look in his eyes that seems to make you think he is plotting your utter downfall? Or is it the fact that he is evil that lightens your mood. Or is it both? You'll never know. Your room is rather small, and littered with EMPTY 2-LITER SODA BOTTLES that you've drunk from. Various types of soda, but mostly MOUNTAIN DEW, ORANGE CRUSH, ROOT BEER, and the occasional LEMONADE. You have a very TRICKED OUT CHAIR that you spend most of your time in that sits in front of your COMPUTER. Your COMPUTER is also tricked out in a way. The TOWER is completely see through and has very ADVANCE looking parts inside, each bought individually for the best quality. You need the best you can get for all the time you spend on your COMPUTER. You computer even has an AI SYSTEM named ACSaVE. Your Pesterchum handle is bloodySkittler. Created after a accident involving you, tT, mM, a bag a skittles, and the pavement of a road. You are currently sitting at your COMPUTER playing one of your favorite HANDHELD VIDEO GAMES FFTA. Also talking with your CHUM cT. -- cloudyTransendent [cT] started pestering bloodySkittler [bS] at 12:34 -- cT: Hey'a there bS, what'cha up to? cT: What, not gonna reply? cT: Pfft. fine. Ignore me then! cT: D:bS: Your such an over dramatic bitch cTcT: Like you should talk, Mr. Cry me a river o' blood. cT: Geez bS cT: Gwah! cT: Sneezing fit!bS: I laugh at your downfall.cT: Curse you Skittler!bS: *Insert maniacal laugh here*cT: Give me a moment so that I can aasdf breath again. cT: Oops. cT: Disregard that.bS: This amuses me greatly.cT: Your face amuses me gre- cT: ... cT: Fuck.bS: That was the biggest fail ever. bS: I swear.cT: You swear all the time bS. cT: ALL. cT: THE. cT: TIME.bS: Thats only when I'm really really -really- pissed off. But other then that not really.cT: Whatever. cT: Lemme guess, your huddled up in your chair like one of those silly anime characters typing away at me aren't you bS. cT: Aren't you.bS: Thats none of your concern.cT: Geez man. cT: Your gonna get back problems sooner or later.bS: Thats what you think. I move from this spot sometimes.cT: Pfft, sometimes.bS: Yeah. Sometimes. bS: But anyway. Did you get into the Sburb Beta? bS: I entered just for shits and giggles, but somehow got in.cT: I haven't gotten anything in the mail about it yet. cT: Then again, I never get any mail. cT: Ever. cT: Maybe you should ask eM, he seems to know friggin' everything.bS: I see. bS: I already didcT: And? cT: Has his almost real psychic powers failed us? cT: Has it finally been revealed that he's a phoney?!bS: All he said was to talk to you and mM about it. bS: Calm down Drama Queen.cT: You calm down.bS: Seems eM already has it. And has played it.cT: What?! cT: Ugh... Why does eM get all the cool stuff before everyone?bS: He has his ways. his very very...-very- confusing ways.cT: eM is confusing! cT: He's like MADE of the stuff.bS: I know right!cT: Next thing you know he'll be telling us that he got a super computer for friggin' free!bS: Knowing him, probably.cT: Jerk. cT: In the flippin' land of awesome. cT: Where DOES he live anyways?bS: You think I know?cT: Well... no... maybe...? cT: I don't friggin' know!bS: I dont either.cT: I'm not suprised. cT: He tells us everything and nothing at the same time. cT: Again, because he's made of friggin' confusing things.bS: Yep/ bS: Yep.* bS: Stupid keyboard.cT: Stupid keybpard? cT: Eh, disregard that. cT: Inside joke, I forgot.bS: Ok?cT: Uh... Yeah. Nevermind. cT: Jokes lose their... Funniness, when you explain it. cT: ... cT: Is funnieness even a word?bS: No. its not.cT: Go figure.bS: I'm gunna go practice my Pokemon Cries. Ill be on later.cT: Pfft. cT: You and that stupid modus of yours. cT: Fine, well. cT: Catch ya later then.-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS] -- [/center]
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Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 7, 2010 8:46:08 GMT -8
Skiar idly flipped his tablet pen about as he went to attempting to resolve the problem with his pesterchum, he could always use the computer that his "brother" set up for him... Though that would require him to stay in one spot, it'd be much easier to fix his laptop's pesterchum than deal with the sheer amount of trouble remaining stationary, after all portability was very important. "Hm, maybe if I...?"Well this is rather boring, let's look somewhere else shall we? ------------------------------- > Be the other guy_ ------------------------------- Your name is NERO ALTHERION. Your INTERESTS are VARIED but mostly LEFT UNSAID. You enjoy MUSIC AND THE ARTS, and you are PRETTY GOOD at drawing anything that ISN'T HUMAN. Your favorite instrument is the FLUTE. Although you tell your friends that you play the GUITAR, which you also have but are rather BAD at because the FLUTE seems to be somewhat EMBARRASSING since it seems to be stereotyped as more of a "Female" instrument. You rather DISLIKE SHEET MUSIC, since you CAN'T READ NOTES, but aren't gonna reveal that either. You prefer GAMES THAT HAVE A RIDICULOUS DIFFICULTY as they are rather REWARDING when you finally beat them. One of your collections includes a large amount of BOOKS that your friend tT sends you from his various trips around the world. You also have a SMALL AMOUNT OF STUFFED ANIMALS, including COU, another one of tT's gifts. Your pesterchum handle is cloudyTranscendent as for your typing quirks? You suppose the only really noticeable typing quirk Is That You Tend To Capitalize Each And Every Word When You Are Particularly Agitated. it seems a few of your chums are online, you just finished talking to one in particular. -- cloudyTransendent [cT] started pestering bloodySkittler [bS] at ??:?? -- cT: Hey'a there bS, what'cha up to? cT: What, not gonna reply? cT: Pfft. fine. Ignore me then! cT: D:bS: Your such an over dramatic bitch cTcT: Like you should talk, Mr. Cry me a river o' blood. cT: Geez bS cT: Gwah! cT: Sneezing fit!bS: I laugh at your downfall.cT: Curse you Skittler!bS: *Insert maniacal laugh here*cT: Give me a moment so that I can aasdf breath again. cT: Oops. cT: Disregard that.bS: This amuses me greatly.cT: Your face amuses me gre- cT: ... cT: Fuck.bS: That was the biggest fail ever. bS: I swear.cT: You swear all the time bS. cT: ALL. cT: THE. cT: TIME.bS: Thats only when I'm really really -really- pissed off. But other then that not really.cT: Whatever. cT: Lemme guess, your huddled up in your chair like one of those silly anime characters typing away at me aren't you bS. cT: Aren't you.bS: Thats none of your concern.cT: Geez man. cT: Your gonna get back problems sooner or later.bS: Thats what you think. I move from this spot sometimes.cT: Pfft, sometimes.bS: Yeah. Sometimes. bS: But anyway. Did you get into the Sburb Beta? bS: I entered just for shits and giggles, but somehow got in.cT: I haven't gotten anything in the mail about it yet. cT: Then again, I never get any mail. cT: Ever. cT: Maybe you should ask eM, he seems to know friggin' everything.bS: I see. bS: I already didcT: And? cT: Has his almost real psychic powers failed us? cT: Has it finally been revealed that he's a phoney?!bS: All he said was to talk to you and mM about it. bS: Calm down Drama Queen.cT: You calm down.bS: Seems eM already has it. And has played it.cT: What?! cT: Ugh... Why does eM get all the cool stuff before everyone?bS: He has his ways. his very very...-very- confusing ways.cT: eM is confusing! cT: He's like MADE of the stuff.bS: I know right!cT: Next thing you know he'll be telling us that he got a super computer for friggin' free!bS: Knowing him, probably.cT: Jerk. cT: In the flippin' land of awesome. cT: Where DOES he live anyways?bS: You think I know?cT: Well... no... maybe...? cT: I don't friggin' know!bS: I dont either.cT: I'm not suprised. cT: He tells us everything and nothing at the same time. cT: Again, because he's made of friggin' confusing things.bS: Yep/ bS: Yep.* bS: Stupid keyboard.cT: Stupid keybpard? cT: Eh, disregard that. cT: Inside joke, I forgot.bS: Ok?cT: Uh... Yeah. Nevermind. cT: Jokes lose their... Funniness, when you explain it. cT: ... cT: Is funnieness even a word?bS: No. its not.cT: Go figure.bS: I'm gunna go practice my Pokemon Cries. Ill be on later.cT: Pfft. cT: You and that stupid modus of yours. cT: Fine, well. cT: Catch ya later then.-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS] -- [/center] It appears it's time to go pester a certain someone else about something... -- cloudyTransendent [cT] started pestering echoMusician [eM] at ??:?? -- cT: Why is it you get all the cool stuff before any of us anyways eM?eM: Ugh, not now cT. eM: It's hard to type while your... busy.cT: Oh. cT: Oh. cT: I see how it is. cT: Just gonna shrug me off with a "Not now cT" cT: Pfft, well guess what. cT: I'm not going anywhere till I get some answers.eM: Why are you so difficult at times cT?cT: Fine, keep ranting at me then, jerk. cT: I can wait.eM: I'm not ranting. eM: You need to calm the hell down.cT: You want calm? cT: Fine. cT: Fine. cT: Calm. cT: Oh, I'm perfectly calm right now. cT: Care to explain now?eM: No. Not really. eM: Because I know you'll find out one way or another, eventually. eM: And if I told you now, you'd freak out.cT: Like hell I will! cT: Why would you doubt that? cT: And why would you think I'd freak out? cT: I can take it.eM: I have no reason to.cT: ... cT: Right. cT: Kay. cT: Whatever then Mr. Confusing.eM: Everything'l make sense in due time cT. eM: Be patient.cT: Ugh, reallyeM: Really.cT: Fine. I can do Patience. cT: I expect answers next time though.eM: We'll see cT, we'll see.cT: You always say that eM. I want you to swear that you will. cT: eM? cT: eM? Hello?-- echoMusician [eM] is now an idle chum! -- cT: Oh you jerk! Don't ignore me!eM: This is why we can't have nice things cT. eM: And why I don't talk to you very often.-- echoMusician [eM] ceased pestering cloudyTrancendent [cT] -- cT: ...
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Tsuchi
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 7, 2010 11:02:56 GMT -8
You wonder when you'll get your copy of SBURB BETA. A video game that you entered in for beta testing out of sheer boredom, and for the shits and giggles. But what you didn't expect was to get in, as the LETTER sitting on your DESK says. It -seems- a little interesting, and a good change of pace is what you need in your life.
You glance outside to see the mail truck driving away from your mailbox.
"Could the Beta be there now...?"
You ask yourself. Part of you is wanting to find out so you can get some shit done, but another part of you is too lazy to get out of your comfy chair.
Out of morbid curiosity you roll one of your dice you bought for playing DnD. You roll a d20, 1-10 being stay put, 11-20 being go check mail.
------------------------------- > Roll dice_ -------------------------------
You roll a 13. You glare at the dice, why must they hate you so? they must know that you would have rather stayed in your extremely comfy chair. But nooooooo. They want you to get off your lazy ass and do something for once.
------------------------------- >Go check mail_ -------------------------------
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Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 7, 2010 11:26:03 GMT -8
"Well, looks like I'm not gonna get any information from him..." The boy grumbled as he clicked through a few folders that laid on this desktop. He idly wondered if he also go into the BETA. Three of his friends had already obtained news that they had gotten in and one even already had said fabled BETA.
------------------------------- >Do something_ -------------------------------
Nero whimsically decided to go get some food, probably make himself a sandwhich despite not being hungry. Not entirely sure why he did so as he got up from the chair at his desk. That's why it was described as whimsically doing so, he supposed.
------------------------------- >Be the other guy_ -------------------------------
Nero refuses to humor your idea of being the other guy, he's still fixing his pesterchum, besides it's a total sausage fest in their ring of friends anyways, which guy could you possibly be talking about?
"Hm... Maybe ham?" he mused as he walked off to the kitchen.
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Tsuchi
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 7, 2010 11:58:03 GMT -8
You exit your room into your hallway, on the left is your sister's room, she never liked people being in there, and you don't really care to ask why. On the right is the bathroom, no need to explain whats in there. Ahead of you is the stairs leading to the first floor.
------------------------------- >Go downstairs_ -------------------------------
Well that's obvious, how else are you suppose to get to ground level? Take the convenient ladder you have sitting outside your window for such an occasion? Naaaaah. That would be too easy, and you -always- have to over complicate things. So down the stairs you go.
------------------------------- > Go out front door_ -------------------------------
Once again; obvious idea. There is no other way to get outside. You open the door and it closes behind you.
------------------------------- > Check mail_ -------------------------------
Ok, really. Enough with the obvious commands. You stroll to the mailbox and open it; inside is a jungle of junk mail, bills, and newspapers. This is what you get for checking the mail once a week. These things build up way too fast.
------------------------------- > Captchalouge pile of mail_ -------------------------------
You can't tell from here whether or not the BETA is cluttered in with this huge clusterfuck of paper. You Captchalouge the pile of mail into your PokeCry Modus, it is stored in one of your 10 Captchalouge cards and make your way back to the house.
------------------------------- > Open door_ -------------------------------
...You don't even have anything to say anymore at this point. You reach out and twist the knob, but it doesn't budge.
"Well...this is problematic..."
You say to yourself. It might have helped if you grabbed your HOUSE KEYS sitting right next to the door before heading out. Now what?
------------------------------- > ..._ -------------------------------
Thats what you thought.
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Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 7, 2010 12:09:36 GMT -8
Nero wandered into the kitchen, promptly opening the refrigerator, let's see... BREAD... JAM... PEANUT BUTTER... Looks like everything was there.
------------------------------- >Captchalouge Bread, Jam and Peanut Butter_ -------------------------------
Nero seems somewhat... confused? He's not quite sure he understands. It's not like he can captchalouge anything right now anyways considering the fact that he hasn't set his FETCH MODUS. Rather unhelpful isn't it? He scoops up the materials in his arms, nearly dropping the jars as he placed them on the counter.
Now where was that BUTTER KNIFE?
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Tsuchi
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 7, 2010 12:38:28 GMT -8
What will you do now you ask yourself, surely there is something you can do to get back inside, something convenient maybe?
------------------------------- > Take ladder up to room_ -------------------------------
There you go, now your acting smart. You walk over to your ladder, your window is open slightly. Which is good, so long as it is open you get through. You start to climb and open your window, you flip into your room and land on your bed.
"Well that was helpful."
------------------------------- > Take out pile of mail_ -------------------------------
You reach into your modus and grab the card. A timer appears at the top left corner and it makes a sound, the timer reaches to 7 seconds and you call out.
"...Girafarig!"
And you guess right, the pile of papers pop out of the card and land safely on your bed.
------------------------------- > Search for Beta_ -------------------------------
You look through the pile.
"Junk...Junk...Bill...Junk...Newspaper...Oh?"
You find two things in this clusterfuck of paper; A. You latest GameBro Mag. B. The Beta Discs! Woohoo, you guess? Wait a second...Why is there -two- discs?
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Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 7, 2010 19:43:51 GMT -8
------------------------------- > Allocate Fetch Modus_ -------------------------------
He can't! Nero left his Fetch Modii somewhere because he couldn't pick between them, he needs the actual cards to activate the modus after all.
------------------------------- > Retrieve Butter Knife_ -------------------------------
Stop it, seriously. Nero has already retrieved the stupid BUTTER KNIFE, see. It's right there, in his hand. He's already made himself that frickin' sandwich so get off his case about it.
------------------------------- > Check Pesterchum_ -------------------------------
Can't let Nero enjoy his sammich? You fiend. Not like there's anyone intresting online to pester right now.
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Tsuchi
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 7, 2010 21:55:01 GMT -8
------------------------------- > Practice up on your PokeCries -------------------------------
Thats sounds like a good idea, you Captchalouge the SBurb discs and sit at your computer. You open up a program that generates random PokeCries for you to memorize.
"Well...Might as well get started..."
You spend sometime on this. We'll come back to you later.
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Skiar
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Post by Skiar on Jul 8, 2010 8:58:05 GMT -8
------------------------------- > Stop it with the silly shenanigans!_ -------------------------------
Fine! Nero finishes the last bits of his sandwich pondering what to do next, perhaps you'd have an answer to what he should do? A not, stupid answer preferably.
------------------------------- > Go check the mail!_ -------------------------------
Now why would he do that?
------------------------------- > Retrieve Beta_ -------------------------------
The boy is rather confident and annoyed that he probably wasn't chosen to play the BETA, why would they mail it to him anyways? Not like it was of any importance... He just wanted to play it, and the fact that bS had gotten in but not him annoyed him.
------------------------------- > Check anyways!_ -------------------------------
No! It's far too early in the morning for the mail to be here! I mean, it's Sunda- Right, no mail today. Pfffffffft. What a let down.
------------------------------- > Remember that it's Wednesday_ -------------------------------
... What?
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 8, 2010 13:37:18 GMT -8
------------------------------- > Be the other girl_ -------------------------------
Thats when you realize that there is only one girl in this ring of friends. Wow. What a sausage fest...
------------------------------- > Fine. Be THE girl_ -------------------------------
You are now ISABILE NUVOLA. Your INTERESTS are EXPLORATION and you like to seek out new things and like to explore that which is unknown or confusing. Your favorite instrument is the BAGPIPE, something about its loud and ear-splitting notes makes you all warm and fuzzy on the inside. You like to sketch out LANDSCAPES of places you've explored, you have many of them hanging up on your walls. You also like to craft weapons, most based on fantasy but still work.
You have alot of INTERESTS to keep you occupied from those scary voices in your head telling you things. You shrug them off by fantasizing about being a FURRY. You admit that your a little PERVERTED, but once again anything to keep your mind off of -other- things.
Your pesterchum handle is flurtyLunatic, named that because most people think your CRAZY. But your not, your what you like to call......ENLIGHTENED.
You are currently outside your house, working on a weapon that you had a great idea for a design. You put the heated blade into a bucket of water to cool it down. After sometime or working you feel you deserve a break.
------------------------------- > Go to your room_ -------------------------------
Sure, that sounds like a plan. Your house isn't really house-y...looking. Sorta primitive looking but hey, it works. After moving to here, which you like to call Right-Smack-Dab-In-The-Middle-Of-Nowhere, or RENSA for short. What was that? Doesn't fit with the name? Well it does, in your head. Remember! Enlightened! Dont question it. Quack. Moving on.
------------------------------- > Go inside_ -------------------------------
You walk inside. Your house is very simple. A living room that leads to three different rooms. The Kitchen where you cook stuff. A bathroom for washing up after a good exploration. And your room.
------------------------------- > Go in room_ -------------------------------
You go inside your room. You stare around, looking at all the pictures on your wall. Oh the memories...You forget things alot, but these help remind you of your adventures.
You hear a peep from your laptop, seems its not plugged in and almost out of batteries.
------------------------------- > Plug in_ -------------------------------
That would be a good idea. You plug in the laptop, its screen lights up and you see that your Pesterchum program is still malfunctioning.
------------------------------- > Find out what is wrong_ -------------------------------
It seems that there is a virus eating it up. You open up a program that should fix it up that you just got sent from one of your friends. It says it will take some time to fix the problem so you decide to go out for a bit till its done.
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Post by whateverdesu on Jul 9, 2010 4:54:12 GMT -8
Your name is MIKE... Just MIKE. You have a bunch of INTERESTS, which are a strange mix of NERDY and REDNECK. You enjoy FIREARMS and VIDEO GAMES, both of which you have MUCH EXPERIENCE with. You play a variety of SMALL WIND INSTRUMENTS including HARMONICA, RECORDER, OCARINA, KAZOO, and PANPIPES. You also collect a wide assortment of MANGA and KNIVES, which cover almost every FLAT SURFACE in your room.
Your room is filled with MOVING BOXES, which you should have unpacked MONTHS AGO. Scattered among these boxes are your CAPTCHALAOUGE CARDS and FETCH MODI, which you are TOO LAZY to dig up.
In general, you are INCREDIBLY LAZY, and spend most your day chatting with your online chums and arguing with your MALFUNCTIONING LAPTOP. Said laptop DOESN'T PING when your chums are pestering you, causing you GREAT ANNOYANCE.
You're fairly sure you'll receive the BETA everyone's talking about, but you remain unconvinced that your laptop is CAPABLE OF RUNNING IT.
Your pesterchum handle is modernMadman for reasons that, if they aren't obvious, you are FAR TOO LAZY to explain. You have a tendency to randomly hit the caps lock button and FORGET TO TURN IT OFF, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE ANNOYED.
You are currently goofing off in your room, an activity which takes up much of your time. You should probably stop faking sleep and get to work on those boxes, but you're trying to stall for a couple more hours. If you can, then your dad will forget what you should be doing, and wake you up to watch a movie with him.
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Post by Skiar on Jul 9, 2010 12:11:45 GMT -8
Nero decided to humor your idea and went outside to check the mail. It's a rather quiet day aside from the chirping birds and melodious chimes of the... well... wind chimes that adorn the porch. It's a rather warm day, you've spent this day cooped up in the house on your laptop the entire time, you didn't notice how sunny it was... It's going to be a long day... It is the beginning of summer, a summer both you or your friends would never forget. ------------------------------- > Stop contemplating and retrieve the mail_ ------------------------------- Fine fine, he's going, in a matter of fact he's grabbed the mail already. It seems this bundle consists of a few magazines and various smaller envelopes, he'd sort through them later. ------------------------------- > Return to your computer!_ ------------------------------- Thank you captain obvious, oh look! Someone new is online, let's get pestering. -- cloudyTransendent [cT] started pestering modernMadman [mM] at ??:?? -- cT: Hey mM, what's up? cT: Pfft, fine. cT: Ignore little old cT here. cT: I see how it is.mM: My pester window doesn't blink when you type! mM: Or when ANYONE types! mM: so shush cTcT: I figured as much. cT: It's not like we just met you know.mM: Touché.cT: So so, mM! cT: bS apparently got news that he got into the Beta! cT: What about you? cT: Have you figured out if you have or not yet? cT: They're not mailing it out to people yet, but I can't wait! cT: ;DmM: I haven't checked, but I don't even know if my computer is capable of running the Beta.cT: I hear it has rather low specs. cT: eM appears to already have it though. cT: That jerk.mM: How does he always get stuff so fast?cT: I don't know!mM: It's like he has mob connections!cT: He's a jerk, made of confusion goop. cT: Or whatever the hell that stuff's made of.mM: With mob connections.cT: And mob connections? cT: You really think so?mM: Or he has a job working for every game company ever.cT: Pfft. cT: I doubt tha- Actually... cT: You know what. cT: This is eM we're talking about. cT: I take that back. cT: I doubt NOTHING. cT: Except his phoney psychic-ness. cT: psychic-ness... Ugh, so many not-actual-words today.mM: Not-actual-words like "not-actual-words"?cT: ... cT: Fuck.mM: Ha ha.cT: Shut up you.mM: Never.cT: Anyways... cT: bS was looking for you earlier today.mM: I am physically incapable of being silent.cT: But you were offline and all. cT: Fine. cT: Don't be silent, redirect it towards someone else.mM: I'm just messing with you. mM: It entertains me.cT: Yeah yeah... I know. cT: Have you decided on a modus to use yet?mM: No, I'm still digging through all my moving boxes for a good one. cT: You really need to get those unpacked man. cT: bS is still using his stupid Pokemon Cry Modus. cT: Ugh. cT: So dumb. mM: Yet, somehow impressive. cT: ... cT: Yeah, somehow... cT: But don't tell him I said that! mM: I can only remember like, three cries. cloudytranscendent: I can only remember the real distinct ones. mM: Like Magnezone? mM: Thats the one I always remember. cT: That's a definite one. cT: ... cT: It got quiet in here. cT: Someone else pestering you? mM: eM. mM: Acting smug with all his "psychic-ness". cT: Pfft. cT: Go figure. mM: I think he's got monitoring software on our computers or something. cT: Oh, lemme in on the juicy news! mM: He quoted this chat. cT: We'll expose that phoney psychic yet! mM: Seriously. mM: That, or a direct line to the Pesterchum mainframe. cT: Possibly. cT: Is that part of his insane amount of connections? mM: That... makes a whole lot of sense. mM: Wow, mob connections CAN simulate psychic powers. mM: Who knew? cT: Well then. : We need mob connections it seems. : The phoney psychic act is annoying, but admitably really cool. mM: Dude, EVERYONE needs mob connections. cT: Admit it. cT: It'd be fun psyching people out like that mM: Maybe. mM: Bit too... subtle for my taste. cT: Eh, whatever. cT: Wonder when he's gonna let up. mM: Not until he inevitably talks himself into a corner. mM: It's only a matter of time. cT: Mweh heh heh heh heh... mM: Everyone slips up eventually. cT: Indeed. cT: He set himself to busy. cT: Did he leave? mM: Yup. mM: As per usual, eM says something vaguely ominous right before leaving. cT: Lemme guess, he went all SERIOUS BUISINESS cT: Like he always does. mM: Yea. mM: That guy has waaaay too much time on his hands. cT: Ugh. mM: Yet somehow, can't find the time for Portal. cT: I wonder what he needs to be so angry about over there. mM: Dunno. cT: I don't think he ever mentioned his parents or whoever it is he lives with bugging him. cT: Just. cT: "Company." cT: Or... mM: "Company." cT: "Busy right now, go away." mM: Yea... cT: Must be busy appeasing all those crazy people he keeps in touch with. cT: Or maybe, mob deals even? mM: Probably talking to Al Capone and Don Corleone cT: I mean, that sounds like it'd be some pretty serious buisiness. mM: Heh. cT: Al... Capone? mM: Yea. cT: cT: I'm gonna pretend I know who your talking about. mM: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Capone cT: Gah! mM: Dork. cT: Wiki links! cT: Back FIEND, BACK I SAY! mM: Mwa ha ha ha! mM: Never! cT: Wiki is merely a cesspool of lies! cT: With their user edits and such... mM: Wikipedia will chase you to the edge of the world and beyond! cT: They really should lock some of those Wiki entries. cT: Then I'll just ignore it. cT: I can avoid clicking on links. mM: Not forever. cT: Unless eM suddenly starts taking control of my mouse. cT: I KNOW YOU CAN PROBABLY READ THIS! cT: DON'T YOU DARE! mM: IF YOU CAN, GO FOR IT! cloudytranscendent: YOU WON'T TAKE ME Ali- Actually I don't want to die... cT: YOU WON'T CATCH ME AT ALL! cT: ... cT: We should probably stop the drama. cT: I think we might be over reacting... mM: Perhaps, but it's fun. cT: Yeah, but you know, there are limit to things. cT: bS keeps calling me an overdramatic bitch. cT: Ugh. mM: Limits are for the dead! mM: Are YOU dead!? cT: I sure hope not. mM: Zombie! mM: Ha ha ha! cT: No! cT: Ugh. cT: No Zombies! cT: Think about what tT would say! cT: Actually the closest one to a zombie is probably bS. cT: Accursed Skittler. cT: Or perhaps I should say, Mr. Cry me a river o' blood. cT: He's so sterotypically emo, it's not even funny anymore! mM: One would think he's lighten up every once in awhile. mM: But NOOO. cT: He's always hunched up squating at his computer too. cT: Like that one anime character... cT: L was it? cT: Why would you call someone L? mM: Perhaps his doctor had a fatal heart attack while filling out his birth certificate? cT: That sounds stupid. mM: Only got down one letter. mM: It's manga, from Japan. cT: Fair enough. cT: Just don't get started on that Weeabo crap. mM: violintide-da.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/japan-producing-78pc-of-the-worlds-weird-shit-since-1952.jpg mM: Ha ha. cT: What? cT: Ugh. cT: No. cT: Just no. mM: CLICK IT! cT: I don't even know how many times you've sent that image to me! mM: It's funny and you know it. mM: It will forever be funny. cT: It's creepy! cT: I mean, that guy's FACE. cT: I don't think I need to say anything more. cT: Or anything about the girl dressed up in the mascot suit. cT: Oh hey, eM's back. mM: Being Japan, that might not be a girl. cT: It's a mascot. cT: How can you even tell?! mM: Someday, I will have you kidnapped and airlifted to one of Japans weirder districts, then have someone follow you around with a camera just to watch your reactions to the "wierd shit". cT: Ack- cT: eM's pestering me. cT: And you know that won't work. cT: I'm from asia, LAND of wierd shit. cT: It houses friggin' Japan! mM: Touché once again cT, touché. mM: Aaand eM's pestering me as well. cT:: The hell's with him? cT: All the time in the world, and no time at all. cT: More confusion goop to add to his genetic soup. mM: That could totally be a line in a song cT: Now that you mention it, it kinda rhymes cT: Ugh. cT: All this strife talk cT: Does he really think we're gonna get mugged or something? mM: I guess. mM: Or he's implying more of his "SERIOUS BUSINESS". cT: Maybe he knows we're onto him. cT: And the mobsters disagree with us? cT: That could be worrysome... mM: I kinda doubt it. cT: Hah hah. cT: Yeah, it is really out there... mM: Mobsters don't get involved till shit hits the fans, or money exchanges hands. cT: Pfft, how the hell would I know?! mM: Woah, bS finally got back on. cT: Does Pokemon Cry practice really take that long? mM: One wonders where he goes when he isn't at his computer cT: Yeah, really. mM: Sleeping in homemade coffin perhaps? cT: ... cT: Ugh. cT: Creepy cT: But I can totally imagine it mM: It would follow what we know of him. cT: Ugh. cT: No. cT: Just no. cT: Now I'm imagining him as a flippin' vampire. mM: A "fancy zombie" as you put it? cT: Yes. cT: A fancy zombie cT: That can go die in a fire. cT: Therianthropes are so much better. mM: Why can't you just say were-people? cT: Because, I felt like using the fancy name mM: I had to freakin google "therianthrope". cT: And people say Lycanthropy too much mM: Because I forgot what it was mM: Again. cT: When that's completely inaccurate cT: That's just wolves for crying out loud mM: Still, theri-whatever is far too hard to remember. cT: Therianthropes. mM: Blah. cT: Fine. cT: For your sake, I'll shorten it to WereBeasts. cT: Will that do? cT: Just felt like having a fancy moment after all. mM: Yes, I can REMEMBER that. cT: Heh. mM: Well, probably... cT: WereBeasts it is. cT: And if you can't, it's kinda self explanitory isn't it? mM: Does that include Were-Avians? mM: Because birds technically aren't beasts. cT: Yeah cT: Cause Were-Animals sounds dumb. mM: Ha ha. cT: Admit it! cT: Say it out loud! cT: You know it does! mM: Well, yea... mM: Seeing as bS and eM are both on the topic of each our respective Strife Specibus, what's yours? cT: ... cT: CardKind. cT: Just to get eM to shut up. cT: I grabbed the first thing off my desk! cT: Don't yell at me! cT: It's not like it even matter mM: eM apparently uses it too. cT: I know. cT: bS told me. cT: He probably did it just to spite me! cT: URGH. cT: That Jerk! mM: How can he bus me about not assigning mine, when his is so lame? cT: I don't even know! mM: (No offense.) cT: None taken. cT: Like I said cT: First thing off my desk cT: Just to get him to shut the fuck up about it.
-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering modernMadman [mM] --
well then... -- cloudyTranscendent [cT] started pestering bloodySkittler [bS] -- cT: Oh, done with your Cry practice Skittler?bS: Yep.cT: I don't think I'm gonna ask why it took you so long to practice Pokemon Cries of all things.bS: I was doing other things too.cT: Yeah yeah, I guessed. cT: You can't be that into memorizing Pokemon cries of all things after all.bS: Well thats how my Modus works, and I particuarlly like the way it works. Though tedious.cT: Well, need some way for it to be tedious, otherwise it'd be boring.bS: Yep. bS: I suddenly have the urge...To listen to the Hamster Dance...cT: Then why don't you listen to it? cT: There's nothing stopping you after all. cT: Not like I can hack your computer like eM can cT: Me and mM are confident that he's got pesterchum bugged cT: He just pulled a psychic act on everyone! cT: By quoting me and mM!bS: I...See? bs: I kind it kinda weird that eM choose CardKind. bS: cT: UGH. cT: That phoney psychic JERK!bS: What?@cT: I just allocated mine, and it looks like he frickin' 1-up'd me! cT: ... cT: Ah well. cT: It's not like it really matters. cT: Not like we'll ever use them.bloodyskittler: O......kay?cT: Ugh, do I have to explain EVERYTHING to you? cT: bS catch up, please. cT: It almost hurts. cT: I allocated the closest thing to my strife specibus so eM would shut up. cT: And it was a friggin' card. cT: I bet he set his to CardKind just to spite me cT: And show me that he's friggin' psychicbS: That is hilarious! I need to high-five eM if I ever get the chance to see him.cT: Ugh. cT: You joining in on his Shinnnanegans cT: Damn you Skittler! cT: What is this? cT: Have I been teleported to Soviet Russia!? clT: Am I drowning in eM confusion soup?! cT: Has Communist China taken over the WORLD?! cT: Next thing you know mM'll join eM's side! cT: CURSE YOU ALL!bS: Ah ha ha ha! This is just too good!cT: CAN IT SKITTLER! cT: It's all a conspiracy against me! cT: Your all probably gonna get the Beta, while I sit here drowning in a metaphorical sea of boredom cT: While you all splash around in happy fun Beta world, enjoying all the attractions. cT: I mean, come on. cT: eM has it before any one, which isn't a surprise. cT: But you got picked for it when you weren't even serious!blS: I know right? It was all just for shits and giggles and then next week I get a letter daying the Beta will be mailed soon. its not hear yet but eM asured me that it will be here.cT: There he goes again! cT: He works for fuckin' everyone! cT: He probably works at whoever the fuck made that game! cT: Seriously cT: I don't think anyone even knows who made that game cT: And eM already has it cT: And knows the entire friggin' shipping list!bS: He also told me he's played it.cT: ... cT: ARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH. cT: How else can he rub it in our faces?! cT: That jackass! cT: You know what? cT: I want ANSWERS DAMMIT!-- cloudyTranscendent [cT] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS] -- Some time during all of this Nero started up a interrogation conversation with everyone in it. The person being questioned? eM of course. -- cloudyTrancendent [cT] began pestering bloodySkittler [bS], echoMusician [eM] and modernMadman [mM] at ??:?? -- cT: That's it.cT: Everyone here's my witness.bS: Whoa.cT: eM, give us some fuckin' answers!mM: That's what?mM: Oh.eM: Oh dear... Not this.cT: Yes this!mM: Heh.cT: mM! Back me up here!cT: We need answerseM: cT... Really?cT: We don't even know where he friggin' lives!bS: Im fine with waiting for my copy of Sburb. cT: He's almost a complete mystery with a giant psychic act, how is that not questionable?cT: bS, you can't tell me you've never been curious about him!bS: I dont really care. What's his buisness is his buisness.eM: Why do I even bother some times?eM: Right, cause I care.cT: Sure you do eM.bS: cT, your really blowing this out of proportions.cT: Like I said, we're getting some answers today!eM: Or what? You'll throw me in your Trollslum?eM: It's not like you can do anything to me.mM: This amuses me. I want to hear these answers as well.bS: Ill just sit back and enjoy the ride.eM: ... You know what fine.eM: If I do, no bitching about my answers.eM: Promise?cT: I'll make no promises to you Mr. Phoney Psychic!mM: Ha ha.bS: Heh heh.cT: We'll take turns asking questions, is that fair enough for you? Mr. I need rules to hide behind?eM: ...eM: Fine.eM: You know what?eM: I don't even carebS: Oh! Burn!cT: What?!cT: How is that even a burn?!eM: It isn't.eM: Next question.cT: !cT: THAT WASN'T THE QUESTION!mM: Hell if I know.cT: ARGGGH.eM: mM?bS: There was a question before?mM: Wait, what just happened?eM: cT's being himself.mM: THAT ISNT MY QUESTION!eM: Next question.mM: FUCKbS: I know that much.eM: bS?cT: Arceus DAMMIT eM!!bS: Yes?cT: WHAT THE FUCK?!eM: Yes.eM: Now why are you all interogating me?bS: Im not!bS: Im just here for the ride.mM: Because I'm bored!bS: Its fucking hilarious!cT: Because your a fuggin' enigma and for all we know your lying about your age and are really PEDO BEAR or some SHIT like that!mM: Indeed it is.cT: ...cT: Er...cT: I meant...cT: Uh...cT: YeahcT: Bored.cT: Wanted answers.eM: ...eM: Fine, whatever.mM: Ha ha ha ha.cT: Whatever?cT: Whatever what?bS: This appear to be 'spicing up'!eM: Next question.cT: Fine then.mM: All your base are belong to us bS?bS: Yes.bS: They do.bS: All of them.eM: Kay.eM: Next questionmM: OK then, glad we got that straight. cT: Where do you live?cT: Who WHAT!?cT: GAH!eM: That's two questions.eM: Penalty.eM: Next.cT: ARGH.mM: WAIT, THAT WASNT A QUESTION FOR YOU eM!cT: *Headdesk, headdesk!*eM: Ouch.bS: eM! How old are you?eM: Poor desk.mM: DOUCHE!eM: 13.eM: That's how old you are.eM: Or, were I should say.cT: . . .eM: Next question.cT: Where the fuck do you live?eM: You got penalized.eM: Shut the fuck up.mM: MINE!mM: How do you know what I type in other Pester chats?eM: Of course I know what I type.eM: I typed it after all.mM: Not that I'm confirming any of your supposed quotes.eM: Next questioneM: ANYWAYS.mM: OBJECTION!eM: Why haven't any of you other than bS set their Modus?bS: mM: cT has.mM: I'm just lazy.cT: YEAH!bS: Lazy Elite! United we...sit?eM: Of course. Of course.eM: Knowing cT thougheM: That's a blatant lie.eM: Oh well.eM: Next.-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS], echoMusician [eM] and modernMadman [mM] -- That jerk, this was getting nowhere, well... maybe he should go and pester mM again about something. Something relevant atleast. -- cloudyTrancendent [cT] began pestering modernMadman [mM] -- cT: Actually I can't decide on a modus. cT: mM: But you do TECHNICALLY have one. mM: eM's bein a douche.cT: Yeah, really. cT: I can't even say anything cT: And I STARTED the chat!mM: this is getting crazy mM: with a capitol CRAZcT: I'm not really sure it's getting crazy cT: He's just being a douche bag-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering modernMadman [mM] -- Well, that's done. Back to the big chat! -- cloudyTrancendent [cT] began pestering bloodySkittler [bS], echoMusician [eM] and modernMadman [mM] -- bS: Do you have any pets eM?cT: For the last Arceus damn time Where do you- ARGHeM: Interupting.eM: Penalized.eM: Yes, indeed I do have a pet bS.bS: I see.cT: WHERE.cT: DO.cT: YOU.cT: LIVE?!mM: Because I'm curious, what IS this pet?eM: You got penalized cT, shut up already.eM: It's... A canine.eM: And noeM: SHUT UP cTeM: STOP TYPING.eM: Right there!eM: RIGHT NOW.cT: A canin-cT: How did you know?!cT: It doesn't say when your typing in a group chat!eM: Your still penalized.bS: This is important! Oh my Arceus! It is! It really is! Listen!...What kind of Canine?mM: I restate my earlier statement. eM: Stop asking more questions!mM: You are: No. Help.eM: ...eM: Canis Lupus.bS: I see.mM: A Wolf?cT: A wha...mM: NOT MY QUESTION!cT: You have a WOLF!?eM: cT.eM: Shut.eM: Up.eM: And if it's not your question, I have no obligation to answer.eM: Next.bS: It is Male? or Female?eM: I haven't had it checked actually.eM: Next question.bS: I see.cT: WHERE.eM: Here.cT: ...eM: That was outta courtesyeM: Your still penalized.eM: 2 more question before you good to go.cT: UGH.cT: I hate you sometimescT: You know that?eM: I know.eM: 3 more questions before your good.cT: What?!eM: 4 more.cT: ...cT: Fine.cT: Shutting up now.eM: Good.eM: You should.eM: Anyways.bS: How did you aquire the Sburb Beta so early?eM: Because, I'm in the future.eM: Timezones and all.cT: So you DON'T live near us.bS: The wha- Oh right.eM: Next.bS: Is it fun? :3eM: ...mM: Ok, typing this out lawyer-style now. eM: In a way, I suppose it is.mM: How did you know (Not that I'm confirming you DO know.) mM: How did you "hypothetically" know exactly (ASSUMING for arguments sake you DO know) what me (mM) are typing to cT, in a Pesterchat you (eM) are not a part of?eM: Interupting, penalized.eM: Shut up and sit in a corner for a moment.eM: But anyways.eM: I suppose it's fun, but it's... hard.eM: I've almost died I don't know how many times.bS: I see.eM: Next question.eM: Since those two are penalized.eM: bS?bS: Uh...uh...bS: I repeat what mM said when he got penalized.bS: Im curious.eM: Very well then.cT: Of course, it's just me.eM: Grumble all you likeeM: We do that outside.cT: It's 4 in the fuckin' morning!eM: OUTSIDE.cT: ...eM: And to answer the question.eM: Deja vu.eM: You tend to repeat stuff alot.bS: I see.cT: DO NOT!eM: Point proven.cT: ...cT: Dammit.mM: My turn? NOT MY QUESTION!eM: Yes, your turn.eM: Because cT needs to shut up or he'll never ask anything.cT: I-cT: Nevermind.mM: How PRECISELY did you "hypothetically" know exactly (ASSUMING for arguments sake you DO know) what me (mM) are typing to cT, in a Pesterchat you (eM) are not a part of?eM: I just answered that.eM: Next.mM: NO!bS: Do you liek cats?eM: No is not a question.mM: I added "PRECISELY"eM: And yes I do like cats.eM: Ah, I see.eM: And?cT: So answer the damn quesion!eM: For the last time cT.mM: So answer properly.mM: Or at least better.eM: Shut up before I have to cut you with my oh so silly CardKind.cT: Well it is Silly!eM: You use it too.mM: Yes.mM: Yes it is.cT: ... How did you know that?eM: Penalized.cT: GRAAAAAAAAAH!bS: it is.mM: Me? NOT MY QUESTION!eM: And mM.eM: My answer would be once again.eM: Deja vu.eM: You know what that is right?eM: Seen it beforeeM: Blah blah blah?eM: Shinnanegans?eM: Ect?eM: List list list?eM: Need I go ON MAN?!mM: That is not anymore precise than your original answer!eM: Yes it is.eM: Look'it all that text.eM: BesideseM: I just had Deja vu againbS: Its as precise as he can put it.eM: WITH YOU ASKING THIS QUESTION.mM: ...bS: eM!eM: Yes bS?bS: Do -you- like waffles?eM: I love waffles.mM: Oh dear lord.eM: And pancakes.eM: And French toast.eM: But no.eM: I don't have time for a mouthful.mM: Now I'm hungry. eM: Go get food then you dork.bS: Note to self: eM loves waffles, pancakes, and french toast.cT: Can I ask-bS: PS: But doesnt have time for a mouthful.eM: No.cT: But-eM: NO.mM: Dude, the entire sane WORLD loves waffles, pancakes, and french toast.eM: Cou would beg to differ.bS: Not my uncle Fred.cT: Cou?eM: PENALIZED.mM: They are both insane and you both know it.eM: Learn you thick headed moron!bS: yes ww do.eM: Only thing your transcending is the thickness of your skull!mM: ALL sane people like waffles, pancakes, and french toast.eM: I'm fully aware that Cou is alittle off his/her/it's rocker.eM: Thank you.eM: Next.bS: Question!eM: Yes?bS: Who is Cou?eM: My pet.eM: Next.bS: Ah. I see.mM: At what Latitude and Longitude do you (eM) reside at this precise moment (Wednesday July 7, 2010 4:10am)?bS: So exact mM~eM: Not applicable.eM: Wednesday July 7, 2010 4:10am may very well be past for me.eM: Next.bS: What time is it over there?mM: What? NOT MY QUESTION!eM: I'm not sureeM: My clocks stopped.eM: Ages ago.bS: I see. That could be problematic.eM: It says it's 4:13 AM if that helps.cT: I'd ask if I can talk now, but I can't say anything now.cT: Since your gonna penalize me.eM: ExactlyeM: So keep quiet for abit longer.bS: Weird. My watch my Sister gave me a few years back stopped at 4:13 AM too...eM: How... Odd.eM: Anywho. Next.mM: I got onemM: Why are you being a DOUCHEBAG? bS: because its hilarious!eM: I'm not.eM: I'm merely answering the situation with the attitude I'm being adressed in.eM: cT...eM: You know the concequences.eM: Stop it.mM: Yes eM we all know you are not hilarious.cT: Yeah!eM: I never intended to be hilarious.mM: Then you never answered my question!mM: PENALIZED!mM: Wait.mM: Then you can't answer...eM: I answered the question.bS: You cant Penalize the person your questioning!mM: OR CAN I!?bS: DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!eM: No where did you state I must cooperate less you fine line your words.eM: Which lastly you did not.eM: So you know what?eM: Penalty.eM: Next.cT: eM!eM: Yes cT? Since you can now talk again since you stopped being stupid.cT: Rrgh...!eM: Not a question.cT: WAIT!cT: What.cT: Is.cT: Your.cT: Name.eM: I don't know what YOUR name is cause YOU never told me!cT: ...cT: FUCKcT: You know what I meant!eM: Fine.eM: N/A.eM: That's all I'm giving youeM: Interpert it as you will.cT: Not applicable?mM: OBJECTION!cT: Some shitty name you have theremM: THAT'S NOT LEGAL!eM: Extra question cT. I should penalize you again.eM: However I'm sick and tired of saying penalized.eM: So I'll let you of this timemM: By law, you must have a name.eM: N/AeM: Once again.mM: Not a chumhandle. eM: Interpert it as you willmM: A NAMEbS: Wow mM and cTeM: That's all I'm sayingeM: Again, take it as you willbS: I see what you did there eMbS: You sly sly fox you.eM: Do you now bS? Do you really?eM: XpbS: You forgot? You told me a while back.eM: I know.cT: Next questioncT: What is your REAL NAME.cT: You as in eM, eMcT: Not me or anyone else!eM: I answered that already.eM: N/AeM: It's all I'll say on the matter.eM: 'as;lkfjeM: Grr...eM: Forget this.mM: And now you vanish.mM: Saw that coming.eM: Yes, now I vanish.eM: Buisness popped up.-- echoMusician [eM] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS], cloudyTrancendent [cT] and modernMadman [mM] -- bS: Bye eM!cT: No!mM: You always vanish with some random blather eM.cT: Get back here!cT: We still have questions you jackass!cT: mM: 'as;lkjcT: Ugh.cT: Forget thiscT: I'm tired of his antics.-- cloudyTranscendent [cT blocked echoMusician [eM] cT: There we go.bS: You missed the 'F'cT: I'm going to sleep.bS: mMcT: Good night.mM: Shut up bS!-- cloudyTrancendent [cT] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS], echoMusician [eM] and modernMadman [mM] -- Ugh, what a day... Oh yeah... There was still that pile of mail on his desk. He'd go through that in a moment, but first a moment to recollect himself. The boy practically lied, slouching in his seat. "Well, that was thoroughly unhelpful."
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Tsuchi
Seer of Dreams
lampostSleuth
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Post by Tsuchi on Jul 11, 2010 0:19:42 GMT -8
Upon returning to your house, your covered in dirt and are holding two bags. Each full of ROCKS. Why rocks you ask? Well, one bag is full or rocks that you need to extract ORE from to make WEAPONS. The other has particularly NICE or INTERESTING looking ROCKS in it, ones that you will add to your COLLECTION. What collection you ask? Did you fail to mention that? You have a CLOSET in your room where you keep your ROCK COLLECTION. ------------------------------- > Put Ore Rocks Bag with Smithing equipment_ ------------------------------- You place the bag or rocks with your other SMITHING EQUIPMENT. You'll us them later. ------------------------------- > Put rocks with others in collection_ ------------------------------- You head inside and into your room. You open up your closet and turn on the light. You have shelves and cabinets, all made by your's truly out of the trees around you, that hold your collection, after some quick sorting and stacking the rocks are now in thier rightful places. "Wow...Im covered in dirt! So...Dirty~"You couldn't help yourself, you had to say it. ------------------------------- > Wash up_ ------------------------------- Yeah that would be a good idea. You walk into your bathroom, closing the door behind you. No peeping, this area is off limits peeper. After some time in there you walk out with a new set of clothes. What? She keeps spare clothes in there to change into after a shower. ------------------------------- > Check Pesterchum_ ------------------------------- Yo go back to your room, moving your mouse turns on your computer screen and the program seems to have fixed your Pesterchum. "Yaaaaay~"You strike up a conversation with some of your chums. Look! Your best chum bS is online! -- flurtyLunatic [fL] began pestering bloodySkittler [bS] at ??:?? -- fL: hello bSbS: Well if it isnt my favorite psychopath!fL: oh dont give me that bS: Dont give you what?fL: i...honestly dont really know!bS: Me either. So i guess it works out.fL: yep!bS: Anyways. Whats hanging?fL: something is hanging?bS: Uh...its an expression.fL: well what does it express?bS: ...Whats up?fL: up is a direction!bS: Ugh...how have you been in recent times?fL: oh! fL: why didnt you just say that in the first place?bS: . . .fL: ive been alright fL: finally got this stupid pesterchum program de-bugged.bS: I see.fL: you say that alot fL: ive started saying it because of it xDbS: I seeeeee. >:3fL: >;DbS: Have you gotten the SBurb Beta?fL: yeah, had it for awhile.bS: How do you people get these things so early?!fL: what do you mean? bS: eM has had it too. bS: How he gets these things, and how he knows of everything is beyond me...fL: he has his ways.bS: What, do you know something I dont too?fL: maybe <3bS: I got mine this morning in the mail.fL: i know.bS: Wait, wha?fL: nothing, nothing ^^;bS: Fair enough. I'd better go talk with cT, see if he got the Beta yet. bS: Talk to you later?fL: syre <3 fL: lol syre-- flurtyLunatic [fL] ceased pestering bloodySkittler [bS] --
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