Sburb/Sgrub 2 - New Game+(IC)

**SilasConnall** · 10-05-2012, 04:02 PM

>Respond to the Memo

tertiaryTangerine [TT] has opened a memo on board WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN DOING
TT: So, hey guys.
TT: How's it going? Being dead and all. Twice, even. Sorry about the whole "shattered Prospit" thing. I suppose that was my fault for not being there.
TT: What did happen, anyways? Anyone know?
TT: Of course you don't know. You're dead. I just hoped that I'd get an answer.
TT: I wonder how Derse is doing. If I could, I'd go over there and find out. But that's an awful long way away.
TT: Heh. Maybe all the Derse dreamers are actually still alive, and I just don't know because I've never been to Derse.
TT: Hold on, I need to examine something.
lilithBones LB began trolling the memo.
LB: ε==3 Who 7he fuck is 7his? And 7alking abou7 dead people?
LB: ε==3 7hough by your men7ion of 'Prosp7' and 'Derse'. I presume you've played before.
LB: ε==3 As per wha7 happened, I guess you failed just like myself.
LB: ε==3 If I was 7he Wi7ch of Space or some shi7, I would be able 7o 7ell you more.
lilithBones LB quit trolling the memo.
despairingJazz (DJ) began pestering the memo.
DJ: WhAt the fuck iz going on here?
DJ: Who the fuck Are you people? Did you zend me theze dizcz?
DJ: FUCK. I HATE SPACETIME BULLSHIT. WhAtever.
DJ: Guezz I'll Juzt inztAll thiz zhit And zee whAt it doez, I guezz.
DJ: They'd probAbly Juzt explode or zome zhit if I didn't. Fucking Azzhole phyzicz.
oniEmbassy[OE] began trolling the memo
OE: Wh/o\ the fuck are all /o\f y/o\u pink-ass m/o\nkeys?
OE: What am I supp/o\sed t/o\ d/o\ with this disc I was sent
OE: And what is this fucking d/o\me thing by my c/o\mputer?
OE: I feel MACR/O\ pissed at this all
OE: Anyways, I guess I'll check /o\ut whatever y/o\u MICR/O\ Pink M/o\nkeys sent me since it's d/o\ne installing
aquaticLunicorn[AL] began trolling the memo.
AL: hey \/\/ho the fuck /\re you lot
AL: hell not like i c/\re
AL: but i guess i should i me/\n
AL: our situ/\tions /\re m/\gnificently simil/\r
AL: for the record i could\/e \/\/on the g/\me /\lready if it \/\/erent for my idiot kismesis
AL: /\nd no\/\/ it turns out he h/\d these discs on him th/\t i didnt kno\/\/ /\bout
AL: im /\bout to inst/\ll them
AL: but still \/\/ho /\re you people
DJ: Dizcz? Hell, fuck I don't know who you Are but if you got dizcz too...
DJ: fucking zpAcetime bullzhit, fuck
DJ: fuck it I'll figure it out lAter.
DJ: the 'client' zide of thiz thing iz inztAlled At leAzt, zo there'z thAt.
DJ: i didn't even know there wAz A zequel to thiz 'ZBurb' thing
DJ: thAt zhit hAzn't even been mAde yet, nevermind never releAzed.
DJ: zo... fuck. My heAd hurtz thinking About it. I'm going to get zome coffee, And when I come bAck mAybe thiz will All hAve been A ztupid dreAm.
cornyLinguist (CL) has began pestering the memo
CL: Ok, listen, before this get5 out of hand
CL: I want each one of you to 5mack your face with a hand
CL: Since I'm not there to do it in person
CL: Clearly Paradox 5pace is playing game5 with u5 once again
CL: 5o, uh, I'd like to make a 5uggestion that we 5it down and 5uck our thumb5
CL: And not die
CL: Again.
TT: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!
TT: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?!
TT: WHY ARE YOU IN THE MEMO OF MY DEAD FRIENDS?!
TT: HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR THE DEAD?
TT: WHAT THE FUCK.
aquaticGrinner [AG] began pestering memo
AG: TT, please calm down.
AG: I'm not sure how we all have access to this memo, we just do for some reason.
AG: I am fairly sure that we're all Sburb players from different doomed sessions, for one reason or another.
AG: And I think we've been given a second chance to win this thing.
AG: That is if everyone could just stop and think for a few minutes without over-reacting.
despairingJazz [DJ] changed status to Chummy
DJ: well i guezz whether or not you guyz Are the product of zpAcetime bullzhit iz irrelevAnt
DJ: it DID give me thiz gAme
DJ: And i do intend to plAy
DJ: how could i not? it'z A fuckin' gAme no one elze hAz!
DJ: well... except AppArently you guyz.
DJ: And it zeemz i need At leAzt one of you to plAy
DJ: zo who'z it gonnA be?
DJ: my client iz AlreAdy open And wAiting for A connection
DJ: zo yeAh.
AL: ok/\y so i inst/\lled the server
AL: if it re/\lly is sburb or sgrub or \/\/h/\te\/er g/\me its supposed to be in your uni\/erse
AL: \/\/e need to /\ct quick
AL: like m/\gnificently quick
AL: or the meteors \/\/ill kill us like right /\\/\//\y
AL: dj \/\//\nn/\ connect im re/\dy
lilithBones [LB] began trolling the memo
LB: ε==3 I say i7 should be in 7eams, and I'll be 7he server for 7he second 7eam.
LB: ε==3 If i7's how i7's mean7 7o be, 7hen we'll all mee7 up a7 some poin7.
LB: ε==3 I7 makes sense as well wi7h as many of us 7here are.
LB: ε==3 and I presume 7hat besides 7he disks, we all go7 a s7range i7em wi7h 7hem.
LB: ε==3 Wi7h my disks, I go7 a lime box wi7h a le77er in i7.
[14:53] DJ: meteorz, huh? Awezome. guezz we zhould get my chArActer in the gAme then if it'z THAT time-bAzed!
DJ: muzt be zome kindA prologue i guezz... hell I'll Juzt find out.
DJ: inzteAd of zpeculAting About it
-- despairingJazz [DJ] tips fedora smugly --
DJ: well it'z AlreAdy connecting on it'z own, AnywAy.
DJ: zeeing Az how you're the only perzon with A zerver dizc inztAlled, probAbly
DJ: I'll Add you to my Chumroll then, zeeing Az how we're gonnA be plAying thiz gAme together!
DJ: GAme on.

You add this AL to your list, and while you're at it you decide to add the rest of them too, just in case they all decide to play with you two. Despite the mention of meteors you figure it's just a gaming construct designed to weed out the procrastinators. It's not like he meant it literally, right?

Although... the recent news of various meteor strikes around the globe makes you wonder if this game is based off of real life. Meh. You're letting your imagination get the better of you again.

>Connect to SBurb

You're already ahead of us on that one. Clicking in the client window, it prompts you to hit 'Enter'. Which you do in the blink of an eye.
Then this screen appears.

Huh... guess you're connected to your server player now. Though you can't tell if the game is on or not yet. All you see so far is this screen:

>Browse the Web

On a curious whim, you decide to check the status of the original SBurb. Opening up your Thanatos browser, you click on the bookmark for the gaming site you frequent. Checking through the threads until you find something with 'Sburb' in the title, you open it up and read...

SUBJECT: Sburb Cancelled!

L0LNubz69:

Well, totally called that one, gg. Sburb didn't even get into beta testing. Must've been shit, haha!
Here's the link if you think i'm lyin'!

Prettyprincesscat:

Awwwww~

I was totally looking forward to this all year! Bummer!

Coolshadesguy:

Good riddance. What kinda name is Sburb anyway?

You click the "Last ->" link instead of scrolling through the hundreds of posts, and leave your own...

LupusFati:

hAhA, zuckerz! I'm plAyin' it right now!
Don't worry, will totAlly leAve A 'Let'z PlAy' lAter, once I figure it All out.
PeAce!

Logging off, you sit in your chair and wait to be pestered by your server player... and as you do this, you notice a pair of broken goggles you never saw before, sitting right there by your laptop.

8:45

**Monkeysky** · 10-05-2012, 04:18 PM

>SBURB2: Finish loading.

Oh yeah, you should check that at this point, now that you've gotten away from that death trap. You deploy your desktop and generator at your shelter. You keep your friends' bodies in here, and that seems to repel the Onion, meaning that you can hold some of your most valuable items in here. The client is installed, but you're going to need a server to get it going. For the first time in weeks, you see lights in the sky, and you know that that isn't a good sign. Still, you've done this before, and you can do it again. Your best chance would be to look back at the memo, and investigate the situation.

Opening it up again, and reading the added blurbs, you decide to reply, despite not understanding a good deal of the language used.

calamitousArthropod [cA] began pestering memo:

[cA]:Alright, guys, calm down. Bones is right.
[cA]:We need to keep ourselves organized if we're going to do this.
[cA]:I assume, that is, that everyone here knows what is going on?
[cA]:I also found an item, seemingly some kind of condiment with illegible writing on it. Does anyone know the actual significance of these?
[cA]:Please respond soon, meteors are coming, and I don't have a server player. I don't want to rush out like last time.

You add the handles to your chumroll. All that you can do now is hope that someone contacts you before the meteor hit. You aren't sure what would be worse, staying here with the impacts, or going to the other planets in your incinisphere.

**TaichiWind** · 10-05-2012, 04:54 PM

=====> Ancano: Troll Silas

You are now Ancano and you decide to troll DJ, aka Silas, who will apparently be your client player. Since you have an idea of how Sburb/Sgrub/Whatever works already, you will make for a decent server. It's not like you haven't been a server before. You have, actually. But this is Sgrub/Whatever/Sburb then this will be considerably more difficult.

Magnificently more difficult.

=====> Ancano: Weren't you supposed to troll Silas?

Oh yeah.

aquaticLunicorn [AL] began trolling despairingJazz [DJ]
AL: hey
AL: hey dj

**amiableGyromancer** · 10-05-2012, 05:35 PM

Vera: Respond to memo

You... you don't want to. All these weird people, getting into your personal memos where you held personal conversations with your dead friends and talking about this weird game and making plans and this isn't right. How does Sburb even have a sequel, anyways? Who would survive this crazy game? You don't want to think about it, but you have to. What happens if you don't play?
The though of meteors from another Reckoning destroying your planet like they did Earth chills you to your very bone. You don't want to face your death like that. Though... could you die? You have gone God Tier... but even if you didn't, what would there be left for you? Nothing. Nothing but loneliness and insanity. "Well, Vera, old girl," you tell yourself, "you did want some company." These strangers who intruded upon your lonely insanity would never replace your friends. But for now, all you need is a server player. With shaky fingers, you respond to the memo, biting your lip and trying to hold back t

TT: Strange items, huh?
TT: I have a National Geographic calendar, if anyone's interested. Does that mean anything to anyone? Bit of an odd thing to send alongside a world-destroying game.
TT: Has anyone seen my thermos?

**SilasConnall** · 10-05-2012, 06:06 PM

>SILAS: Be 'Troll'ed.

Oh hey! Looks like your server player finally decided to contact you. Maybe you can start playing now!

Pesterlog:

As you said, you totally don't get it. You're about to inquire further when you heard the sound of something big breaking. The sound is repeated as your toilet floats through the air and your open door, and crashed to the ground of it's own accord.

Pesterlog:

While you don't know the name of it, a Totem Lathe magically appears out of nowhere, and is suddenly deployed in your room in the open space across from your NOIR posters. You're lucky you didn't keep anything VITAL over there, as that thing looks heavy!

Pesterlog:

You hear a sound similar to both clunking and construction. You hesitate to ask what this means... but you do it anyway.
Fucking spacetime bull-

Pesterlog:

A door suddenly is opened into the wall near your computer. Opening it, you can see a path leading to a new, very large balcony. Another machine is also here.

You're glad he didn't mess with your FENESTRATED WINDOW, which is above your desk on the wall. You keep it unplugged though, since you're not sure what it does. You just know it was an expensive birthday gift from last year, when you turned 15.

There's no way in hell it'll be important later.

Pesterlog:

You hear a loud noise as a bright light briefly floods the area outside your door.
Shit, if he touched anything important...

Pesterlog:

As stated in the above log, you grabbed your MP3 PLAYER, which is also a tablet/internet device as you went to investigate. It's a bit slower to respond, but at least you can talk on the go while the battery lasts.
You make a mental note to charge it later.

As you're investigating the bright ball of light, and the spilled contents of your refrigerator. You're about to do what you're asked and 'prototype' something (which you assume means throw something in it, which you were probably going to do anyway), a dead wolf appears out of nowhere above the ball of energy in much the same way that you received the SBurb 2 Discs. The fuck?

A bright flash of light blinds you. After you can see again, what you manage to see scares the shit out of you.
It's the same orb, but there is an image of a snarling black wolf, and it is starting to spout gibberish at you. The whole thing is quite disconcerting.

Pesterlog:

Being the savvy gamer you are, you captchalogue a few of these things, since you don't have time to come back downstairs, probably, if you mess up the first time.

You just hope your luck holds as you run back up to your room.

Your Dad merely glances at you as you pass by, a quizzical look on his face.
Your brother... fuck if you know where he is, but he's probably just waiting to ambush you again, even as you're working your ass off to save them both.
The psychopath.

Pesterlog:

You're not sure why you typed heads, but you figure it might give you better luck if you try it. A coin appears out of your Sylladex via your Modus and flips itself.
Landing on your head, the totem pops out of your Sylladex.
...Of all the times for your luck to have a sense of humor... but still.

Pesterlog:

Looking up into the sky, you see that the rain has been set on fire quite literally, meteors pouring across the horizon. The particular meteor that has your attention is the biggest of all from your perspective.

You're no astronomer, but it's trajectory looks to suspiciously be in line with the current location of your house.
Fuck. You don't have much time, do you?

You stop gawking awkwardly at it as you place the lathed totem on the pedestal thingie of the alche-wutever. You're not sure what you do, but a bright flash later (wow that's getting annoying, you think) and you see... a rather underwhelming sight.

A green object, not even bigger around than your leg...
What the hell?

Pesterlog:

:05

You quickly get out your Wooden Slugger from your batkind specibus, and launch yourself up to the platform. You take a first swing and miss, hitting the stand just below instead of directly ON the glowing, dark-green ball you assume is this 'artifact' thing...

:04

The ball itself is launched off the balcony, and looks like it's going to bounce harmlessly off the grass when out of nowhere, your Brother JON jumps out of his hiding place and bounces it back up to you with his shovel.

:03

As the ball is now speeding towards your face, you quickly readjust and instinctively swing at the ball in the heat of the meteor about to impact with you, your house, and everything inside.

:02

You think it's over as the world goes white...

:01

and then the meteor hits, devastating your entire neighborhood.

A diagram shows Skaia at it's center, alone... when suddenly a line is drawn from it, and a new circle drawn, with the initials LODAF

**BabylonRanger** · 10-05-2012, 07:00 PM

=====> Fran: Answer memo

Your attention is brought back to the memo. It looks like someone is entering, another person is suggesting teams, and someone else . . .

AG: . . .
AG: That NatGeo calender wouldn't *happen* to have the name Fran Merton written on it somewhere, would it?
AG: So that's where it went. I thought an imp took it.
AG: Anyway, I have a pumpkin, like that's a big help.

You stop typing and install both the server and the client discs. If someone has entered then you can't waste any time. You run outside to where a little consort conclave has gathered since you first came to the Land of Heights and Castles. You tell them that the entire planet needs to be evacuated. Several of them scuttle off to warn the near-by villages. You are so glad your consorts are more quick-witted than most. You doubt they'll all manage to escape the meteors, but with any luck, some of them will. You run back inside and begin clearing spaces for new Sburb starter equipment. Luckily, you have a good deal of room since you stole you server player's computer and added a floor or two to your original house. There's still no furniture in those top floors, but they did fill up with some of the junk you had alchemized. You quickly push that stuff to the walls so the middle of the floor is clear and scamper back to your room to check on the memo.

**Quelastra** · 10-05-2012, 11:26 PM

===> Lawahi blanch at the husktop.

LB: ε==3 7ha7 would be my pumpkin by 7he looks of i7.

You go on to installing your client disk and waiting for a server to load....

Hmm...That didn't seem to take long.

You begin to troll AG

Pesterlog:

You can't wait to get started once more. You've reached your God Tier once before...would it carry over, or would you have to start over? Damn that shit...why would you have to start over with that? You wonder what you'll prototype for your Kernel sprite, or if it'll be done for you?

You adjust your glasses, and eye your God Tier outfit on the other side of your room, pondering about putting it back on. While you wait for the player to contact you, you sit back, and relax, grinning mischievously on your bone stool.

This is going to be fun.

Though, you know better than to get in the middle of bad timelines now.

You swear to yourself that you won't mess up this time.

===> Be someone else.

**TaichiWind** · 10-06-2012, 03:36 PM

=====> Ancano: Check memo

You are Ancano again and you check the memo because you suddenly feel the notion to do so.

=====> Ancano: Respond to memo

AL: spe/\king of str/\nge items
AL: i h/\\/e this \/\/eird liquid thingy
AL: it t/\stes terrible
AL: /\lso i got dj entered
AL: /\nyone looking to enter me
AL: there \/\/ere meteors /\round djs house
AL: i dont kno\/\/ if those \/\/ere supposed to be origin/\l sgrub \/\/h/\te\/er meteors or sgrub 2 /\s this g/\me c/\lls itself
AL: but im /\fr/\id \/\/e need to /\ct f/\st or they \/\/ILL come /\nd get us
AL: /\sking this /\g/\in /\nyone looking to enter me

Once that's out of the way, you plop in the client disc. Your husktop magically eats it and it begins installing. And by begins you mean already done. You lean back on your chair and glance at your kismesis. Hell, if that kernelsprite DJ had auto-prototyped a dead woofbeast... what if your sprite auto-prototypes your kismesis? After all he IS dead, he IS close and there IS a reason for the game to use its sgrubby antics to try and screw you up. Magnificently.

You wonder. Will the enemies have powers of all ten lusii when they wield the prototyped assassin's dagger? He doesn't have them when stabbed, though he clearly did when it was actually IN HIS HANDS. And that worries you.

This game will be much harder than you anticipated.

Be someone else?

**BabylonRanger** · 10-06-2012, 06:06 PM

=====> Be Lawahi's server.

You are Fran again. The server interface has just come up on your screen. You see a strange, horned, gray thing sitting in a room filled with bone piles. Your pesterchum dings and you read the message.

Pesterlog

You quickly check the memo again, just to keep tabs on what the others are doing.

AG: I'm working on helping LB enter.
AG: CA, since you have meteors coming, why don't you help AL enter.
AG: Are there any volunteers to be CA's server?

You figure it's worth a shot to try and organize everybody, anyway. You go back to the server interface and start looking for easily accessible places to put the Sburb stuff.

Be someone else?

**SilasConnall** · 10-06-2012, 10:14 PM

Land of Decay and Fragrance...

A house appears in the middle of a vast field of roses. Why roses are growing in a field, you aren't sure, but then a house DID just magically teleport itself into the middle of them, so why are you asking questions? Half the field is a deep crimson red, and the other half is the color of midnight. The soil is of a rich orange-ish hue, with the sky above being a dark, forest green. You aren't sure if it is day or night, as there is no sun or moon to be seen. A pungent aroma permeates the area, an even mixture of both vitality and decay, life and death. Yet despite the unpleasant mix, your stomach doesn't decide to empty its' contents.

The prototyped kernel of Silas Connall splits, one half going towards the sky, the other half departing into the darkest corners of the land.

>Silas: Wake Up

You're already awake, though it certainly feels like you're dreaming. You stand on the alchemiter, the teeball post and ball now missing. As if they'd disappeared or something. At the moment, you're in a bit of shock. Understandable, since your last memory was of a giant meteor about to hit your house and the entire neighborhood. It had felt as if the very earth itself had been under siege by planet fucking Jupiter.

Even now, you have to wonder if you're dead. This world is just... too weird.

>Sprite: Stop that Yammering!

You can't be the wolf/sprite/whatever, but you can be Silas while he is being annoyed by the unintelligible noises. However, two things become obvious; one, the yammering is going to drive you nuts, and two, the sprite has taken on the appearance of the dead wolf. You're glad it hasn't decided to tear out your throat, but it still unnerves you. It seems to like you, since it starts following you everywhere.

If only it would shut up.

>Tier 2 Prototype the Wolfsprite

You had already considered that, but anything in the immediate area seems incredibly stupid to prototype it with. You decide to instead go into your room again and get on your computer...

Aw, fuck. It seems your laptop somehow shut itself off. You try to turn it back on but it is unresponsive. It's plugged in and your room light is on, so it should be receiving power... maybe it... died? Shit. You also notice the Broken Goggles on your desk again, and decide to take them with you this time and Captchalogue them. What good broken goggles will do you, you aren't sure. But then, strange items in video games always seem to come in handy when it comes to all their weird puzzle shit.

Thankfully, your MP3 Tablet still works, but the internet seems to temporarily be down. You suspect that the router downstairs has somehow become disconnected from the main computer. You'll have to investigate that later, once you take a look around the house. You recaptchalogue the Tablet for now.

You have never been so afraid in your entire life. You triple check to be sure you have your Strife Portfolio in order.

Before you have a chance to go anywhere, though, you trip and bump into your dresser, sending your Perry Mason TV Show book flying through the air... and into your sprite. Dammit! That was your favorite book! As the brightness fades, you take your hands off from over your eyes and look... to see nothing. Did you kill the sprite?

Woops.

>Investigate House

It has always been fairly quiet in this house, though now the silence carries with it an eerie feeling that presses in on you at all sides. It is a familiar feeling, one you have only ever known in your dreams. The feeling of doom, of fate, and your inevitable demise. Only this time it is real, as real as the smell that has begun to permeate the house. You wonder what you did to deserve all this. You are also wondering why only your house survived what must be the Apocalypse occurring back on the Earth you knew. And even though your house is now in a different world, you are beginning to feel even more... what's the word? Abodesnared. Yeah, that's it.

"Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon." ~Bella Swan, from the popular book Twilight

Anyway, you decide that it might be best to look around the house. Your server player DID mention imps earlier. You know, when you were busy saving your ass. You didn't really have time to think about the implication of that word.

After a few minutes, you realize there is no one in the house... though there seem to be traces of your father and brother around the living room. It's a mess, and the floor is marred with an orange substance. Upon closer inspection, you realize they are pawprints.

You hope they're alright.

In the corner lies a trashed computer... the family computer, in fact, which is not only connected to the internet, but has a wireless router plugged in so that you can spend time in your room, when you need to. Which, up until to day, was every waking moment you weren't sleeping, eating/drinking, or using the restroom.

>ACCESS THE COMMUNICATIVE PROGRAM ON THE 'FAMILY COMPUTER', BOY.

Weren't you listening? It's trashed, man. I mean, look at it. Pieces of it are everywhere, as if someone - or something - had been thrown into it. However, Silas notices that the modem and wireless router are intact. He captchalogues them on the off chance he gets his laptop working again, or finds some other PC around the house...

>VERY WELL THEN. CONTINUE YOUR INVESTIGATION.

He had every intention of doing so. It's not like he wants to be in this house alone. It was creepy enough when nobody was home when it was still on EARTH. Nevermind a freaky flower planet with a green sky and no visible source of light.

**Universefrog** · 10-06-2012, 11:26 PM

==> Be the Lime blood again

You are now Ulquio and you're trying to get this husktop to work. There is a faint connection but you can't really count on it to work. Trollian is becoming difficult to deal with. Perhaps if you try to use your space aspect to increase something that could help you. You just have to think calmly and confidently about what you want then follow through with it.

Just imagine something. Something powerful. A powerful connection to your husktop. The powerful connection to your husktop comes from Skaia. You need to focus on Skaia.

Skaia.

Skaia.

Well you connected something because your Trollian is working. In fact....

There are people here.

Although you have no idea who these people are.

courageousGriever [CG] is online.

Well now to wait for an invitation for a momo. Wow you aren't even going to click on it. You've been alone in this universe for so long but you're avoiding to talk to someone else. Maybe you're just having a moment of fear but you can't bring yourself to say hello to the first non-consort beings you have seen in a sweep.

You just need a moment to realize that you have connected to more than just your universe now.

**Parfait-Demon** · 10-07-2012, 02:33 AM

==> Return to being Troll Chick

After your slight pause, you turn your attention to the madness that is suddenly going on, and your eyes are fucking opened. Instead of checking the memo, you look and see who is trolling you.
Pesterlog:

You thus turn your attention back to the memo after responding to the odd human, still a bit irate about your knife. It was your favorite.

==> Respond to the Memo
Memolog:

==> Have a MACRO epiphany
Shit! You just realized you didn't sound like a complete asshole in your response to the memo. You must be getting damn tired. Maybe if you just closed your eyes...
==> Pass out at computer

Everything goes black. You kinda like the comfort of it.

**DynamicDinosaur** · 10-07-2012, 05:48 AM

==>Jacob: Speak to the alien girl

You go and have a nice chat with this gray-skinned girl, or at least you think it is a girl. She keeps calling a pink monkey and you talk in the eldritch tongue by accident a couple times, not to mention that your screen looks like a window now but at least there´s an understanding:

Pesterlog:

You never say you can actually see her and watch as she sleeps right there a few moments later. Since it would be creepy to watch her sleep you cross your arms and think a little, about the game you are about to play for the second time, you remember about your last session, when you had no idea what was going on at all and how you were frustrated to be a Derse dremer, even if later you turned to the help of the gods of the furthest ring. You wonder if Sburb 2 will be like Sburb and if you will ever get a chance to see Derse again, even if you will have to go there this time since your dreamself died.

After a while you leave those thoughts for a later time and focus on your surroundings

==> Examine room

Not much to see here really, you used to have your interests lined up here but after all the fighting and raving you did there wasn´t much left to salvage, not that you would bother to, since you aren´t interested in any of the things you had anymore. You have the urns of your former co-players in a stand, the shut down friend-killer robot, your laptop and also a closet where you keep all the parts you build stuff with, or at least, try to.

Since your bed was wrecked as well you sleep on the couch in the living room. Oh there´s also that damn LEGENDARY SWORD, it´s said that it can only be lifted by a LEGENDARY HERO, and that surely isn´t you. The Knight of Light left it there, when you killed him. You can´t lift it no matter what you do and you ignore this artifact most of the time, since there´s nothing much you can do about it.

==> Answer to the strange memo

You see the rather strange memo using the broken device on your eye, It seems people have been talking in there for a while even though you could only see it now. Things are looking chaotic there, but are apparently somehow related to Sburb. You are curious about those people but decide to say nothing more than a greeting now. A one liner will be a nice change of pace to them. Maybe.

You add everyone in there to your Pesterchum and minimize the STRANGE MEMO. It will take a while until you realize you spoke in that dark, nonsensical idiom again, you are doing that a lot more than you would like.

==>Do something about the ashes already

You captchalogue the ashes in your Defiant modus, it never gives you what you want unless you can trick it with mind games, in the past you have ejected everything several times just to get a particular item. Seriously, this thing is annoying so you don´t put anything important in ther...Wait, didn´t you JUST captchalogued something important? What were you even thinking?

==> What is done is done, captchalogue the urn and combine them.

You do so, and immediatly regret it, you guess you will keep that mess in your sylladex so you don´t have to look at it.

**Quelastra** · 10-07-2012, 07:40 PM

===> Prepare to enter

You stand by your computer, chatting with your server player.

(Aerial View of Lawahi's room)

Pesterlog:

You sit patiently, then get too fidgety and decide to hide in the middle pile of bones. Remembering that your Strife deck is in there somewhere, you begin to root around until you find it.

===> Pick up the Scimitars and Darts

You do so carefully, equipping two of them to your back with the straps you have to replace the nylon belt hooks.

(a picture of the scimitars)

You then place fourteen darts, seven on either side, in the pockets of the sheaths. Then you hear your Trollian ding, and you claw your way out back to your computer.

Pesterlog:

You see the arrow drag the items over, the lathe just barely missing the tip of the large pile in the middle of the room, placing it in between the pile of seven and twenty-eight. You wince a bit, then exhale deeply. Then your server drops the alchemiter in by, what you call it, goo bed (the recuperacoon...goo bed just seems more fitting to you) and window there. It jostles your room, but the large pile remains safe and sound. You wait for the cruxtruder to be deployed, and notice it lands next to your desk. You freak and look at the large pile, but that's still standing when it sets down, but your desk. Your beautiful desk! It now lays ruins, but still a good perfect pile of bones...and somehow your husktop landed perfectly on top. Ignoring a ding from the memo, you quickly captchalog it to keep it safe.

(pic, again aerial view with items)

You freak out over your ruined desk for a bit, but not so much since, as you noticed, it's still a perfect pile of a multiple of seven bones.

You then begin the process of getting into the game.

9:45

===> Go be someone else?

**BabylonRanger** · 10-07-2012, 08:16 PM

=====> Be the Server Player

AG: Oops.
AG: Shit, I'm sorry about your desk.
AG: At least none of the bone piles came down on you though, right?
AG: Oh. You captchlogued your computer, didn't you.
AG: I'm going to take one of the bigger skulls for a second to open the Cruxtruder real fast; see how much time we have.
AG: I'll put it right back.

You carefully take one of the larger skulls from the broken desk. You bring it over to the Cruxtruder and drop it on top of the large machine. The skull drops down on the Cruxtruder and opens it, sending both the skull and the top flying. You quickly catch the skull and drop it back on the desk pile. The top lands next to the large bone pile. You see that your client has a little over nine and a half minutes to enter.

AG: LB, when you read this, I'm putting the Pre-punched card by the Totem-Lathe.
AG: Do you have something you want the kernelsprite to be prototyped with?
AG: Wait, what the heck?

Be someone else?

**Monkeysky** · 10-08-2012, 10:57 AM

>Be the Server.

Because things have been going so great, right? You work for half an hour to decipher the text on this bottle, and does it provide a valuable clue? No, it tells you that it is made of grubs. Still, you were at least able to track it down to its source, and lo and behold, this asshole.

What is he even doing? It seems so inconvenient to be wearing that kind of alien getup in the Medium. Remembering the mentions in them memo of "hives" and "little pink monkeys", you sincerely hope this session did not collide with some kind of alien cosplay group.
Unfortunately, the meteors look a bit closer for him than they are for you, so you're going to need him entered fast if you don't want another failed session on your hands.
Open Pesterlog:

>Be the Client.

**TaichiWind** · 10-08-2012, 11:52 AM

5:10

=====> Ancano: Be

You are.

=====> Ancano: Answer CA

You answer.

Pesterlog:

What the hell is he talking about? You are a TROLL for fuck's sake. Though OE did mention pink monkeys in the memo, and DJ was a pink monkey, so you're guessing this guy is one too. He obviously has no idea about troll biology, at the very least.

Oh and also, Sgrub is time-based. He should hurry up and give you the new card.

You hear a loud thud as Stan drops the new cruxtruder in place of the old one. You go check; yes, it is a cruxtruder alright.

You assume the position and your hands start to glow light blue. Stripes of the same color begin to swirl around the room, and you focus them over the lid of the cruxtruder. Soon enough, air pressure opens it and therefore you stop. The kernelsprite jumps out.

You resist the urge to yell at Stan for still thinking you're cosplaying, but he's right on one part; the kernelsprite floated over to your kismesis and prototyped him, creating...

Spritelog

Your chatting with your kismesis is interrupted by your server, who has enough of this shit (apparently).

You do the regular Sgrub entering routine from this point - grab card, grab dowel, carve totem, alchemize artifact - it's a piece of firewood.