Rimbaum: Thank you. And that was actually exactly what I was going for, was that feeling of estranged father and daughter, with Scratch's usual magnificent flair and Kanaya's...Kanaya-ness.
egregiousBass: Very little to do with Burns, mostly just with the song and the feeling of nostalgia I get when I hear "Should old acquaintance be forgot"; cause it's never forgot, just pushed aside. Always makes me think of conversations with someone you haven't talked to in way too long, and now may be talking to for all the wrong reasons.
... Hey, guys, I have a few questions I need answered. I'm working on both Violetesence and reVisions, very slowly, but I need to do some fact checking and the wiki - and canon, even - aren't helping all that much
1. The kid's bedroom in the basement lab in Rose's house. Is that where Mom sleeps...? I ask because this'll DRASTICALLY change my concept of her character if she sleeps in what's basically a small girl's bed.
2. WTF HAPPENED TO JASPERS AGAIN. Why did he vanish, and how did he die? Do we even know this?
1. The kid's bedroom in the basement lab in Rose's house. Is that where Mom sleeps...? I ask because this'll DRASTICALLY change my concept of her character if she sleeps in what's basically a small girl's bed.
pretty sure she has her own room/bed in the house. the stuff in the lab was prolly where she slept when she was a kid, and she just decided to leave all her stuff there when she moved out
God I can't stay mad at Noir.
He's just.
He's like when a tiny puppy murders a squirrel and brings the corpse into your house as a present to you and it's wagging its tail and is SO PROUD of itself.
Then it goes into your house, tears your couch apart, and shits on all of your carpets.
1. You know, I had the weirdest idea behind that. Sort of like... it's been there for a very long time, and Mom put it there because she'd wanted Rose to play there. Sort of be Rose's playmate and friend, but Rose developed differently so the playset just kinda stayed there and was never used. But Mom being Mom, she probably kept it maintained in hopes Rose would maybe want to play one day.
2. Actually, I think Rose just kinda left him behind? After she asked him wtf was going on with MEOW, she gave him her laptop and took off on her own. Kinda the same way Davesprite left Dave behind. Edit: if you meant the pet cat, he disappeared because Rose from the future disapparated him from the past, which only left her with the clone sludge which I believe eventually made Meowgon.
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Strider brothers fics (many thanks go to egregiousBass for compiling them):
Musical Interlude- Dave tries to ironically score in the ongoing fight to one-up his brother. By joining the school chorus.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
... Hey, guys, I have a few questions I need answered. I'm working on both Violetesence and reVisions, very slowly, but I need to do some fact checking and the wiki - and canon, even - aren't helping all that much
1. The kid's bedroom in the basement lab in Rose's house. Is that where Mom sleeps...? I ask because this'll DRASTICALLY change my concept of her character if she sleeps in what's basically a small girl's bed.
2. WTF HAPPENED TO JASPERS AGAIN. Why did he vanish, and how did he die? Do we even know this?
1) I believe you are correct on. Rose is Teleportized into a room she BELIEVED was her mothers. Yet, no bed, just a bar. I believe her mom did sleep at the lab.
2) We don't know how or why he disappeared and died. Yet.
1) I believe you are correct on. Rose is Teleportized into a room she BELIEVED was her mothers. Yet, no bed, just a bar. I believe her mom did sleep at the lab.
2) We don't know how or why he disappeared and died. Yet.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
Oh it looks like he's heading over to AC. Wait did he just jump over there? That quickly? What a freak of nature.
You watch AC flip around and dispatch all those imps and monsters with cat-like ease, truly an artist of the Pawtial-Arts. Wait, she's seen CT!
What the hell? Did she just fucking POUNCE him!? Oh my god look at all those cubes fly. They're flying EVERYWHERE.
Looks like the two of them are catching up, but where does that leave you?
Equius: Message the Amber-B100d
-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling foreverParadox [FP] --
CT: D --> Listen up
CT: D --> I'm going to forward you a universal transmission from Karkat.
CT: D --> You might be interested in what he has to say.
FP: OOO!!!
FP: THANKS FOR THE HEADS UP!!!
FP: HMM THAT G/VES ME A PRETTY GOOD /DEA!!!
FP: FROM NOW ON YOU'// /ET ME SPY THROUGH YOUR HAND/E!!!
CT: D --> Your idiocy astounds me.
FP: OH SHUT UP, / DON'T HAVE THE /UXURY OF GETT/NG UN/VERSA/ MESSAGES!!!
FP: AND / SA/D THANK YOU FOR /ETT/NG ME KNOW!!!
FP: SHEESH!!!
CT: D --> Enough
CT: D --> From what I can see
CT: D --> This conversation is taking place hours ago
CT: D --> 5 hours ago up to this moment to be exact
FP: WHAT???
FP: THEN HOW /S /T YOU ARE ON/Y NOW GETT/NG THE MESSAGE!!!
CT: D --> Manipulation of the timestream by one of the others
CT: D --> I don't know for sure
CT: D --> But until this point I have largely ignored what the others have been saying
CT: D --> Except the material that is discussed in this particular Memo.
CT: D --> The memo begins with this opening.
CT: D --> And I am destined to take part in it.
FP: DEST/NED HUH!!!
CT: D --> Quiet
CT: D --> Yes destined
CT: D --> Any deviation from preset scenarios is a breach of the timeline
CT: D --> That is why I have to force myself to take part in it
CT: D --> Most of it is idle low-b100d banter, but you may find something of use between the lines.
FP: OK WHATEVER!!!
FP: LINK ME!!!
You proceed to watch and read this conversation between your targets.
You have to agree, most of it is "idle low b100d banter," but it gives you a little bit of insight into what is going on.
It seems Karkat has long ago established totalitarian dominance over the progress of the others, and forced/kindly had Sollux open a Paradox Time Port within the Memo to allow timelines to cross and interact with each other in a non-linear and dangerous fashion. The White Guest was right, they are kicking down some seriously bad fences and stomping around on Time's well kept lawn like it's nothing.
The entire issue of Time instability has left you at kind of a standstill. On the one hand, it doesn't seem like any Future persons have found it necessary to warn the memo of you. Could it be you haven't done anything to cause a panic? It's unlikely, but the evidence suggests otherwise.
You guess Future you is a pretty lazy douchebag.
FP: THANKS CT!!!
FP: /'// KEEP AN EYE ON THAT MEMO THROUGH YOUR /OGS NOW!!!
CT: D --> Do as you please
CT: D --> Now if were quite finished here
CT: D --> Myself and AC will take our leave of this planet
CT: D --> And continue onward.
FP: DO AS YOU P/EASE!!!
FP: }:]
FP: /'// BE /N TOUCH!!!
arsenicCatnip [AC] responded to the chat in progress.
AC: :33 *th3 cut3 and cuddly t3rror of the white plains has found h3r purr3y!*
AC: :33 *sh3 will mak3 short work of him this tim3!*
FP: NOPE, NOT TH/S T/ME E/THER!!!
foreverParadox [FP] ceased trolling the chat in progress.
AC: :33 *h3r t3rribl3 y3t fluffy furryn3ss d3cid3s sh3 can wait a littl3 long3r*
AC: :33 *sh3 brush3s h3rs3lf against th3 mighty stallion of the void*
CT: D --> Enough
CT: D --> Were leaving
AC: :33 you guys ar3 so m3an! 33;
Tybian: Further philosophize timeline possibilities
Nah, philosophizing about retardedly broad topics like time travel and the effects of time is in itself retarded. Doing so is probably a Paradox, since trying to prepare or fix the timeline in any way will just lead to spin-off scenarios and alternate dimensions. Then shit will start spiraling out of control into some unforeseen and horribly imagined unfinished "timewave" that will end up-
==> DUDE
Oh right sorry. Where were you again? Oh yeah, let's try breaking this little "team" apart by starting at the seams.
Hmm, maybe she can help you...
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Name! Tybian Sothoth
Pesterchum handle! solarRavager
You are the Convict of Space in the Land of Prisms and Echo!
It is you
-- aceDetective [AD] began pestering takeThat [TT] --
AD: I THINK I EXPLODED MAYA DDDDD:
TT: I think I can safely say this will be one of the most interesting conversations I'll ever have in my life.
TT: Okay, I'll give.
TT: Why do you think Maya exploded?
AD: ok so i was putting machines in her house and then she did a few things then she was all glowy and then i saw a bright flash of light and then nothing D:
TT: ...
TT: Was this all in the game you two are playing?
AD: ...
AD: what happens if i say yes
TT: What will I do with the two of you...
AD: im serious pal!
AD: contact her right now and youll see!
TT: I have no idea how this will prove anything, but I've followed stranger leads before.
TT: Be right back.
Open Pesterlog
-- takeThat [TT] began pestering burgerSpirits [BS] --
TT: Maya, Gumshoe says you exploded.
TT: Is this true?
BS: haha
BS: what
BS: no
BS: but i am kinda busy at the moment so talk to you later kbye
-- burgerSpirits [BS] ceased pestering takeThat [TT] --
Open Pesterlog
TT: Just talked to her.
AD: really?????????
TT: And she's perfectly fine, just busy.
AD: but...
TT: Sorry to cut and run, but I'm picking up some food.
TT: See you later.
AD: ok...i guess...so confused :\
-- takeThat [TT] ceased pestering aceDetective [AD] --
Open Pesterlog
-- undeniableTruth [UT] began pestering takeThat [TT] --
UT: Hello, Wright.
TT: Oh, hey Edgeworth.
TT: Not often that you contact me.
UT: I guess you haven't seen the news if you're so calm and laid back.
TT: Uh...?
UT: Here, let me quote a passage from the news webside.
UT: "FAY MANOR STRUCK BY LARGE METEOR! NOTHING REMAINS!"
UT: I'm sorry to have to break this to you.
UT: ...Wright.
UT: Wright are you there?
UT: Phoenix, come on.
TT: this makes no sense
UT: Pardon?
TT: i just talked to maya like three minutes ago
UT: You...sure about that?
TT: she cant be dead she cant be dead she cant be dead
UT: Dammit Phoenix don't break on me!
-- takeThat [TT] ceased pestering undeniableTruth [UT] --
God I can't stay mad at Noir.
He's just.
He's like when a tiny puppy murders a squirrel and brings the corpse into your house as a present to you and it's wagging its tail and is SO PROUD of itself.
Then it goes into your house, tears your couch apart, and shits on all of your carpets.
They don't let blue-bloods and Teals live together. Even though she's not much of a teal, and he's almost royal, they won't let them live together. It's simply not done. They cannot do it. They have to take their leave.
They resolve to find eachother again. They swear to themselves, over and over and over, that they will not - cannot - be separated for long. In the half-twilight of Nightbreak Iksti plants a kiss on Azlas cheek and blushes. He wraps her in a hug, and they head their separate ways, waving their goodbyes. They're nervous and lonely without eachother there, but they handle it. They're trolls, after all, they are meant to be alone.
It takes weeks for Azla to reach where his hive is supposed to be. Construction drones litter the lawnring, lying dormant in wait of someone who will reactivate them and add onto the exsisting hive, or drag them off to build a new one.
He makes it hang over a neaby cliff, overlooking the long, thick strip of gritty sand that is the beach. The soft sound of ocean waves can be heard throughout the building, giving off a calming sense of security. A deadly paradox, Azla realizes one day as he watches the monsters surface near the shore. A massive shark, as wide as Azlas house and twice as long, thrashes as a swarm of tiny leeches burrows in to lay their eggs. The shore is stained purple with blood, and Azla make himself a promise to never try to go swimming.
It takes a perigree for the hive to be completed and furnished. The construction drones head off to the west, for a new assignment, buzzing along on their small propellers, blinking in the setting sun. Azla is completely and utterly alone.
Well, not quite. Aezzi is there, his lusus, but she speaks nothing, only a hiss when she is hungry. She doesn't seem to understand anything he says, and makes for bad company without her seeing eye bird.
Azla is so very, very, very nearly alone.
***************************
They part on good terms, both understanding why it needs to be done. She figures he can handle himself, but she is still afraid for him. He's the only troll that ever showed her mercy, the only one who ever took a spiders leg in his eye in her defense. On an impulse she kisses his cheek, but regrets it almost immediately, until Azla hugs her back and tells her she's going to be fine.
It's another week walking through the pink, vibrant forests, passing other teal hives. The shirt she was given soon after she emerged marked her as a highblood, and so she was resented in the lower teal-blood communities. She would get evil looks, but she only hunched over and sped up slightly. This wasn't home.
Home was always over the next hill, for a week, two weeks. How many teals could there be? How many variations? Had they all gone through this hazing process of bad looks, gnashing teeth, bared weapons? She was filled with relief when she began to see trolls with almost her exact color blood.
She settled in a hivestem, rare amongst higher blood castes like teals, but not entirely uncommon. She planned out a far-reaching loft, pointed towards the ocean, where she knew Azla would go. She wished he was with her, but she resented herself almost immediately. How selfish, to put him through this for only a sense of security. Worse, possibly, since his caste would be resented and hated around here, even in her own hivstem.
It only took a week, with the construction drones only having to dig out the grassy material the hivestem was made out of and then build a lift. Another few weeks made a perigree, and her hive was completely finished and furnished, richly decorated in soft blues and purples. She made sure to hang a flag of teal out of her window, a attempt to show that she harbored no ill will against those lower than her on the totem pole. Alas, it didn't seem to work. She remained somewhat of an outcast.
She was, surrounded by people as she was, completely and utterly alone.
Ah, that wasn't so bad a work load. Y'all were just setting up RPs and, ahem, waiting for Godot between good fics.
@Seraph: 1) I've always assumed that those were Mom's things and she's just frilly and girly-er than we all expected her to be. Neither possibility really has any more solid base than the other, which is when you use the power of fic to just pick whichever you prefer.
@Metaflare: Been really enjoying reading this as I went through the pages, but I've got to agree with Phoenix, that is the best opening line for a conversation I've ever seen.
@Karne: If a comparison actually can be made, just how mature on the level of a human child would you put your just-off-newly pupated Trollings? I'm glad to see the construction bots get a role in this, since I don't think I've seen them in any fic, ever.
RM: uhh hey
RM: he didn't go for it
RM: looks like you're stuck in this bad future or whatever, so sorry
II: How many of you guys are there!?
II: Seriously, it's like I'm drowning in trolls.
RM: what
RM: Dude we were just talking
RM: You wanted me to talk to Tim and stop him from breaking time or something
II: Oh, really. Which one is he?
RM: he's
RM: neckwearAficionado
RM: dude, you know all this, why are you asking me
II: Thanks for the name, buddy.
II: Now maybe I can get him to stop breathing down my neck.
RM: what are you talking about
RM: you guys are the ones who have been yelling at US
RM: not the other way around
II: Au contraire!
II: NA has
II: Sorry, TIM has been acting as this weird mythical genie guide guy.
II: Telling me where to go and what to do.
II: Get him to stop, would you please.
RM: I
RM: I really have no idea what's going on
II: Welcome to the Medium.
II: Well, I guess.
II: Who knows, maybe you're all a bunch of dipsticks back home who have no idea who they're contacting.
II: In any case,
II: BUGGER OFF.
incognitoInstigator ceased pestering redMeat
OPEN MEMO
NG: DO YOU COME FROM THE LAND DOWN UNDER
CM: WHERE WOMEN GLOW AND MEN PLUNDER
MR: CAN YOU HEAR
MR: CAN YOU HEAR THE THUNDER
DS: YOU BETTER RUN
DS: YOU BETTER TAKE COVER
DS: YAAAAAAH
neckwearAficionado joined the memo
NA: Alright, I'm ready to go in.
DS: DYIN IN A DEN IN BOMBAY
DS: WITH A SLACK JAW AND NOTHIN MUCH TO SAY
DS: uhh oh hey tim
DS: hows
DS: hows life
NA: I really don't want to know, do I.
MR: I'm pretty sure you don't
MR: But
MR: I'm ready to go
MR: Let's do it
mischeviousRobot left the memo
CM: good luck tim
DS: aye
DS: an save somma those imps for me will ya
NA: Will do.
neckwearAficionado left the memo
CM: so
DS: what
CM: now what
DS: ...
DS: ...
DS: TOMMY USED TO WORK ON THE DOCKS
NG: UNIONS BEEN ON STRIKE
CM: AND DOWN ON HIS LUCK IT'S TOUGH
CM: OOOOH SOOO TOUGH
Yeah, I'm probably going to go to hell for that one.
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Graven! I was wondering where you were when I got back to page 75 and saw a good chunk every series that had been in the past 25 pages with new entries. Anyway, that was beautiful. Serene! Idyllic, even.
2. Actually, I think Rose just kinda left him behind? After she asked him wtf was going on with MEOW, she gave him her laptop and took off on her own. Kinda the same way Davesprite left Dave behind. Edit: if you meant the pet cat, he disappeared because Rose from the future disapparated him from the past, which only left her with the clone sludge which I believe eventually made Meowgon.
Rose didn't actually disapearify Jaspers. She took a "slime clone imprint" of him. Like Stormrunner said, we don't know what actually happened to jaspers. Presumably, someone later on disapearified him.
Oh, and Graven - great as usual. I love the characterization.
"Okay, so you bludgeoned your way into that dude's network. Then what?"
"...What?"
Kodek Ambien could only stare back at the girl who prodded him awake. It was too ungodly in the afternoon for an interrogation... Ugh...
The elder troll lifted his head and wiped the sleepiness from his glowing yellow eyes. His unkempt hair never slided downward into his face, but rather they curled around his two candy-corn-like horns like vines. The horns themselves were short spirals reaching only a few inches into the air. No his hair wasn't an annoyance. It was his large, fugly as a fuck tusks. God he hated them.
He looked over at his companion. Dea Freya was small, even compared to him. She, unlike many trolls he knew, was delicate and easily injured. She had interlocking horns that bent backwards before curling their tips against each other. He always found her horns weird, but he didn't dare say so. Dea could go from sickeningly cheerful to violent as a fuck in a second flat. Her anger made her stronger exponentionally. Quite unfortunate for Kodek, considering he was the target of most of her attacks... Sometimes she'd use that stupid panda plushie to suffocate him, or her wicked looking knives to carve him up a little, or even her endless supply of needle-like teeth. Oh yes, Dea was his cheerful little sadist friend.
."Yeah, I got into his network and he was like 'Oh, I is sad and shit. I has all the retardation and bad code. Durr hurr.' It was so stupid. His shitty programs nearly blew up my computer. Then I left him to go get some food."
The younger female looked at him expectantly. "There's gotta be more to it than that. You wouldn't be telling me this if was anything but interesting."
"You're so nosy, Dea. Can't you mind your own business for once? What if I don't want to tell you what I found." Kodek found himself blurting out in frustration.
"So you did find something. Now you've got to tell me everything you found."
The brown-blood groaned. He had to "lrn2shutloadgaper" for once and save himself the embarassment. "No I don't. I don't have to do anything. I'm just going to sit here and do nothing. You can't make me tell you. "
Dea couldn't help but laugh. Kodek's attempt to be secretive. The guy had a bad case of Gaping Protein Chute, and if he didn't tell her of his own accord, she'd just use her secret weapon. "I'm going to mention to BO that I heard you say you wanted to to hang out with him if you don't tell me."
"Oh fuck no, don't do that. That's just not right! Why is it that every time we talk, you end up threatening me with that bulge-chafer you seem so fond of. He's a huge asshole that plays stupidstupiddumb games for mentally deficient wigglers."
"Because, Kody, you have the cutest expression when you cringe in fear. " She explained simply.
"You are just the evilest troll alive, aren't you? Fine. I'll tell you. What I found was some sort of advanced malware hidden in a secret archive. I think it came from a derelict city because I recognized a few of the security protocols that we use in our Strain Perlocates, but none of them were active. At first, I didn't think malware from some civilization that died off millions of years ago could actually infect-"
"YAWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN..."
Kodek felt his eye almost... twitch, as Dea sucked her teeth with soft poping noises. She seemed satisfied. "Spare me the details, dork. I just want you to tell me what it all means."
The elder troll grumbled something angrily before he pulled something from his pocket. It was a square, fleshy object with tiny insectoid limbs. It unfurled its prickly, spined tail and raised it high into the air. Then, it began to glow.
A holographic panel appeared at the edge of the insect's tail, an image sliding into place on it. It was...
"... Did you suddenly forget how to doctor an image? The quality of this picture sucks, and so does your entire story. I came to you because you said you found something interesting, and when I get here you show me a picture of fairies? I can't believe I thought- "
Kodek pressed an unseen button on the biological device, shifting the images rapidly across the holograpich panel. The image of the fairy gave way to one of a small city filled with machines and more of the fairy-like beings. More images appeared, dozens of them. Hundreds. All of them containing images of smiling fairies wearing triumphant grins and floating about in the air. "Its all real. All of it. This race of fairy-things built that city of machines. They created that planet where it resides. They had a role in creating and shaping our universe, from the information that I've gathered.
And I've already trolled one. Well, that dude was an idiot so I'm hoping I can somehow contact someone smarter."
Kodek looked on as her eyes scanned each and every image, trying to find some reasonable explanation. The brown-blood simply began explaining himself. That malware I talked about? It downloaded tons of pictures and videos into my digital archives. I had my A.I. work on sorting it all out. Its going to take me a long time. A very, very long time." The hacker watched Dea's amazed reaction, his amusement growing along side her look of shock. A grin tugged dangerously at the edges of his mouth. This shit was so deliriously serious. Dea was impressed, which was an accomplishment for him. That girl always had this thing about downplaying his 1337 hacker skills, and now she was getting the results schoolfed to her. She was finally wading nook-deep in a pool of his own stunning accomplishment. Satisfaction best described the feelings he felt right now.
But what Kodek failed to realize was that the malware hadn't just downloaded images and videos into his computer. Buried deep within the malware's coding lied a subprogram that activated once the libraries, the areas that the images were kept, were accessed. Hidden within those ancient libraries was a relatively harmless virus.
The virus would download itself, then move on to other networks. Curiously, the virus had already pre-selected its targets, choosing to attack only the most prime of candidates, all of whom were listed in its searchable database. Its targets were destined to be attacked, their names selected billions of years before they even existed.
The Game had that mystical way of deciding when, where, and who would play it. The series of events for The Game's propagation were always decided preemptively, much like how the players were chosen. The Game would be played until the end of time, and not even a lack of players would stop it from continuing its cycle ad infinitum.
@Karne: If a comparison actually can be made, just how mature on the level of a human child would you put your just-off-newly pupated Trollings? I'm glad to see the construction bots get a role in this, since I don't think I've seen them in any fic, ever.
Well, I don't know, exactly... Have you ever read Enders Game? Like that. Mature enough to know when to be serious, but still immature enough to laugh at fart jokes.
Oh and also Azla would totally kill Bonzo. Hell, NEPETA would kill Bonzo. He was an asshole.
Wow after not doing things for a while, I need a PROPER EXCUSE.
I was busy doing/playing/ignoring:
Going on a Forum I frequent,
Playing Neverwinter Nights 2 like a huge nerd,
Playing Golden Sun: Dark Dawn,
Getting a terrible writer's block, ceasing my writing for some time,
And ignoring this forum because I forgot about it.
That's all really. I'll catch up later. I have to go ignore this forum a bit more and then write something.
Hi Author! Don't tempt me with classic, rereleased games. I will be tempted to recommend more (PlanetfallwasrereleasedPlanetfallwasrereleased). Good luck with the catch-up, I can't imagine where you intend to start. :S
@Seraph: 1) I've always assumed that those were Mom's things and she's just frilly and girly-er than we all expected her to be. Neither possibility really has any more solid base than the other, which is when you use the power of fic to just pick whichever you prefer.
For reVisions I'm probably going to be doing something that's a combo of several ideas. But now I have SCHOOOL so I have to focus my writing on actual nonfiction
@Seraph my two cents on Mom's bed - it's her stuff from when she's young, and she keeps it to try and remind herself of that time >: (I also enjoy Sionnan's theory, that it was supposed to be for Rose).
If you feel that there's no way things could get any worse, that means things will only get better!
...That, or you're possibly being fed on by a dementor. Eat some chocolate, stat.
Well, he was definitely one of the biggest assholes in the entire series, although obviously Achilles takes the supervillain cake. Which is why I physically stood up and cheered when Petra kneed him in the balls. Then almost threw up when he liked it.
Can anyone say Equius?
Originally Posted by SkaianRedeemer
Haven't read it, but I'll roll with "Mature enough to know when to be serious, but still immature enough to laugh at fart jokes."
@Embargo: Well I'm following so far, let's see where you go!
You really should read them. They're all good books, really good books.
@Meta Oh noooooo don't break Nick People practically explode themselves when they break in your universe!
Your chumhandle is quizzicalDraconian. You don't like to talk much because you're often busy, or maybe that's just how you troll people. Also you are sorta kinda indecisive about some stuff sometimes and use way too many weird emoticons. :B :V :'
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