Mike sat at his desk. The clock on his laptop read '2:21 PM' and the date on his laptop was 'December 20th 2010.' On the wall, his calender had one date circled: December 20th 2010. Also on the wall, a poster displayed.
He thought: When will my package get here? Mike Ryder was waiting for his copy of the latest game to come out: SKURP. He was planning to play it with his online buddies. Mike very much wondered when they would answer his bulletin. Then all of a sudden... DING!
?>You are now someone else who was just mentioned in a conversation!
You are Jake Simons. and this is all very frustrating typing with people when your connection makes it nigh impossible to not repeat things in conversation when it's already been explained. oh well. You decide it might be about time to get some more people involved.
it is ridiculous the distance you stretch to keep these guys together. Well, it's about time you check the mail for bills and possible spoils. Down to the first floor and out the door. Inside the mailbox are a couple of bills for utilities, a couple more of those insufferable christmas cards that make noise when they're opened and an indigo package about half a foot square and 3 inches thick from LP, what a buddy.
Last edited by cinchal; 12-20-2010 at 07:44 PM.
Mike looked out the window and saw the mail truck come by. The mailman stopped by the mailbox, stuffed a few letters in, and lifted the thing-that-lets-you-know-if-there's-any-new-mail. The mailman walked up to the door and left a package labeled "SKURP." He walked down the driveway, got into his mail truck, and drove off. Quest on, Mail man. Mike got up out of his chair, rushed down the stairs, and opened his door. He peaked his head out, looked left, then looked right. Mike bent over and picked up the package, then ran upstairs all giddy like a school girl.
Chat Between inaneEccentricities [IE/Jake] and laptopPsyche [LP/Mike]
No use going back to sleep now. Oh well. Might as well go pop some balloons before you play this shitty game.
But wait, we don't know your name!
Oh c'mon. Really guess this time, before he tears you a new cornhole.Bad Anime reference?
A serendipitous alignment of the sun and moon at this exact moment say that chances are you are EXACTLY right. Your name is Vlad Johannes, and you don't know what you are doing right now.Vlad Johannes?
Last edited by ChemIisan; 01-17-2011 at 01:47 PM.
Mike looked at the package in temptation to open it, but tried his best to direct his attention to Pesterchum as he opened a new window to have his 2nd chat of the day.
Mike ran into the bathroom and puked a storm into the toilet, gagging every once in a while. VERY GROSS. HURP DURP.
You are now...>Be the female human.
Right, that was your name.>Llyn Suliss.
Your name is Llyn Suliss. You have a distinct lack of interests, limiting your activities to thinking about the logical impossibilities of the world, looking for games worth playing, playing any games found, and improving the performance of your heavily outdated computer until you can afford a new one so you can at least run the damn games alongside other programs. Online, you go by the alias xenocidalCake, which perfectly complements one of your favorite games, Portal. You have a few friends, most of which are annoying and only one of which you actually get along with. You are currently in your room, finishing a quick tune-up which should improve your computer's performance by 13%.
You spend a few minutes finishing the upgrade and piecing your computer together again, and open up Pesterchum. No crashes this time, that's a good sign. You peruse the chumroll. Looks like a few people are on right now.
You proceed to have a conversation with the coolest. person. ever.
Well, that was a strange conversation.
Mike couldn't stand the temptation no longer. He opened a navy blue box. Inside was a bunch of clothes. "Oops... That's my grandma's Christmas present."
Mike grabbed the present and hid it in his closet on the top shelf. He opened the OTHER navy blue box, and found the SKURP client CD. He pulled up pesterchum, and began to message IE. He inserted the disc as well.> Confiscate evidence of your Christmas spoiling.
Mike noticed the game finished installing, and waited for IE to connect with him.
(OOC: Didn't feel like formatting this one. too lazy to do that.)
-- inaneEccentricities [IE] began pestering laptopPsyche [LP] [2:43] --
-- inaneEccentricities [IE] ceased pestering laptopPsyche [LP] [2:47] --
ok let's get a hang of the controls here...
arrow keys are screen movement, my clicker-pointer-cursor can still click things.
so let's select my dude here...
hehe, he flips out when I click him! I could do this all day.
All I can say right now is....
Vlad snores peacefully.
Your name is Lazar Doge and your inside of your cave on your computer. Your online alius is flamingKitten and you have a very high hatred of cats for some reason. Lazar Doge is doing nothing important at the moment
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Lazar doge pesters Vlad
That's it. Your taking this shit in your own hands now. You decide to move all this crap in your basement to one side.
Last edited by ChemIisan; 01-03-2011 at 04:29 PM.
Messing around with your character a bit more. woop-dee-doo. This shitty guy doesn't do anything but freak when you touch him. Ugh, now LP's pestering you, who cares I'm playing his game, get out of here pop-up-pesterer. OK, looks like there's some crap in the menu to put down on our kid's pad. Got a cruxtruder thing...whatever let's put it somewhere useful to get his attention. You drop the big device in the center of his room. He's already got a computer to type on so you won't drop the uh...punch designix. Drop the alchemiter, that atleast has to be useful it's so big, next to the door, he should be able to climb over it to get out. And lastly dropping the totem lathe right in front of the window. The kid's freaking out at all this new stuff appearing around him...better check out our surroundings now...
(give me a shout if this all needs to be changed up due to room size)
This is still complete bullshit.
Look at this mess!
Now someone else is bothering you. Probably because its the end of the world and they want to say goodbye.
Not Vulpes though, he's fucking oblivious to the apocalypse that is happening outside his massive ego.
You hope he gets hit in the face by a giant fiery explosion.
Oh, its... Its her.
Guess you should... Say goodbye, you guess.
Well that's it, you're losing quite a few friends.
In the future you would stay in touch with them, but for now, there would be only silence.
God damn it, you forgot about that guy you connected with again!
It keeps happening!
Mike repeatedly points at his laptop, seemingly inquiring that iE should look on the screen. God dammit. "What the hell are all these machines!?" He walks up to the cruxtruder and turns the wheel on the side. The lid jiggles as if something was trying to get out. He stands on the alchemeter and wonders, "Eh? What the hell is goin' on?"
Vlad grabs a book and sits down. Your fanfics seem to have been disappeared. That's discoraging. Oh wait, why are you reading ths particular- *SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEEEE*