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 Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 7:04 pm
 This is a glorious day for mankind! The colonies are fending off the Troll assults, and Skaianet is finally releasing it's next hit game, one that has brought us so many innovations such as the Sylladex, and faster than light communication.
the war is not of large concern on Earth, from what anyone can tell, it seems that the Troll Empire hasn't found it yet, and without the ability to travel faster than light, there isn't much support that Earth can provide.
Sburb is the name of the game. It's been in development for about six years, but there have been weird rumors surrounding it since it was announced, things like; it's actually always existed, and all of our technology has been derived from it, not just the sylladex; it will never come out, it's just the Duke Nukem Forever of the 23rd century; The game, and all associated technology, was derived from Troll technology. What ever the truth may be, the beta has finally been sent out to a lucky few (but still a sizable amount of people.) The games is taking advantage of the data distribution software Mys7 (pronounced mist) to spread the deliver the beta, mostly to avoid complications that were had in the past with the global mail system.
You are all lucky enough to get into the beta for the most anticipated game for the last six years. That's all fine and dandy... but who the hell are you?
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 9:48 pm
Paul slowly opened his eyes, yawning and wincing in the bright light. "Ugh, he forgot to call me... AGAIN..." He sighed, pulling himself out of his bed. He stumbled across the room, eyes closed, hands outstretched. He slowly felt across the dresser, smiling when he grabbed his contacts case. He opened both lens holders, pulling his eyes open to place the lenses in his eyes. He blinked, grinning at his image in the mirror, the blue-diagonal lines crossing across his black eyes. He didn't need contacts-- they were purely cosmetic, since he hated his hazel eyes. He combed his blond hair from his eyes with his fingers, failing miserably. He turned around, picking up his black and red outfit and hooking the chains onto it. He rattled and clinked as he dressed, sighing as he looked into the mirror again with an apathetic look.
You are Paul Illos, a darkly dressed guitarist with a face that is generally emotionless. You don't play online games often, but your friend Vaccus always drags you into new ones. He talked you into signing up for the Sburb beta, and unfortunately, you won. Joy-- now more MMORPG data to eat space on your computer. You walk over and log onto Pesterchum, ignoring the statuses-- there's no Apathetic or Uncaring, so you don't really change it. Damn thing tells everyone Peppy... Lies, all lies you say. You tilt your head, feeling your neck pop. Ah, much better. Your name pops up, growlingNumbers, and you type into a random chat panel just to practice your typing style, typIng wIth A prEfErEncE fOr vOwEls. You look at the two files downloading, facepalm'ing at the sight of them. Dear God, Vaccus, what the hell are you getting me into this time?!
[[Edited my post-- noticed that I put the disks, where Vriska said above about the non-disks XD]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:49 pm
A young child is seen walking around a small house. He goes into a room where he sees 5 young adults talking to each other. One of these young adults notices something appear on the computer. He quickly shoos the other 4 young adults out of the room. He stands there emotionless and carefree. He is a bit intimidating to you, but you love him more than anything in the world. He calls you Finis. You call him brother.  You now switch to the young man standing in the room. You are known as Vaccus Aeternitas and you just kinda looms there for a bit. You quickly meet your brother's needs and then bring up the message you just minimize before shooing out your a*****e friends. Man you wish you never had to see them again after today. Trollian for some reason decided to sign you out again for being inactive. You sign back in as infinteNihil and see your friend growlingNumbers is offline. You miss him. You also feel an urge to send over the Sburb files that you got from another one of your friends, but not without playing a bassline. You decide to play "Longview" because you have no creativity to make your own song. You decide to chill and play some more bass while you wait for one of 2 things to happen. Either your friend signs onto Pesterchum, or you decide to be someone else.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:58 pm
Finally, you log on after staring at the screen. Of course, there he is, infiniteNihil, logged on and waiting for ya. You set aside the guitar you were tuning to pester him, as always wishing there was a way to mod this bloody chat software to give more emotions than just good moods or angry-as-all-hell. You type for a bit, brushing your hair up and out of your face.
-- growlingNumbers [GN] began pestering infiniteNihil [TA] at 10:13 --
GN: I swEAr, If thIs gAmE tAkEs Up As mUch Of my prEcIOUs mUsIc spAcE As thE lAst gAmE yOU gOt mE tO dOwnlOAd...
[[I'll send you a PM here shortly, or you send me one. We'll do the convo that way, then I'll put it in format and post it in here.]]
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 2:31 am
-- growlingNumbers [GN] began pestering infiniteNihil [IN] at 10:13 -- Ugh, this isn't who you wanted to talk to right now. Well you do want to talk to him, but he's just going to rant on about Sburb so you decide to pretend you didn't notice for a while. Who you really wanted to talk to is tunedConstable. You two met over Trollian, before you found out it's a universal instant messaging program. You debate who you should contact back first. Finis starts asking for cigarettes. Of course you know what he's talking about though. When he asks you to, you light a cigarette in the house for a good five minutes in memory of your parents. You couldn't give a ********, but he misses them, and you have honor that much at least. After that you look out your video. Your stupid ******** "friends" are running around on your grass outside and shouting terrible slurs about you. You don't really care what they're saying, you're just annoyed by their actions. Again, you wish there was a damn meteorite hurling towards your house to kill them. But then you remember TC, so you stop worrying about your friends and start worrying about your friends. You decide to start trolling at 10:18 -- infiniteNihil [IN] began trolling tunedConstable [TC] at 10:19-- Dammit.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 9:11 pm
You stare at the screen sullenly, wondering why Vaccus hadn't responded yet while you strum out a few chords. You get up and slam out a quick solo before getting bored and placing the instrument aside. You look around the room, smiling slowly. Across from you sits your bed, covered in page after page of Sudoku puzzles completed or half started-- you'd get around to them eventually. You decide later is now, walking over and Captuloguing one-- crap. You sigh, Captuloguing a clip-board as well for easy puzzle writing on the go before picking up a pen as well. You hold out your hand, numbers scrolling through your head:
Okay, 3 items in your deck of 52-- it shuffles twice, meaning they're well mixed in, meaning 5.3% chance for an item, and 1.9% chance to get an item at all... you activate your PaC (Pick a Card) retrieval method, holding out your hand. Floating in front of your flat palm appears the image of a Captulogue card, and it's... blank.
Dammit.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:20 pm
You sigh, picking up your guitar and Captuloguing it. You get a pick as well before you see it-- there, across the room... Pick a Card Methods, the book where you got this modus from. Well.... taking a peek can't hurt, can it? You pick it up-- and watch it disappear into your deck. You irritably go through the numbers before just holding out a hand and hoping you get it. To your surprise, the book lands in your outstretched palm. You blink a few times before guiltily opening it. You read for a few moments before smacking yourself with the book. IdIOt!!! Of course you were supposed to shut off the blank cards from popping up by editing the code! Ugh. You send another message to Vaccus as you change your modus, your guitar landing in hand as you easily draw it from the PaC sylladex. Now the numbers are lining up, and drawing what you want is becoming easier. You hold out your hand, running through the numbers for your pick. The clipboard from earlier flies out from the desk, bashing you in the face. You rub your cheek irritably, trying again with better results. Finally, Vaccus responds: -- growlingNumbers [GN] began pestering infiniteNihil [IN] at 10:13 -- GN: I swEAr, If thIs gAmE tAkEs Up As mUch Of my prEcIOUs mUsIc spAcE As thE lAst gAmE yOU gOt mE tO dOwnlOAd... GN: dUdE, If yOU'rE AvOIdIng mE dUE tO thE lAst tImE wE tAlkEd, bEcAUsE I rAgEd fOr lIkE thIrty mInUtEs, thEn stOp It. I'vE gOt my gUItAr In hAnd, sO I'm cAlm.IN: What no sorry man i was busy trying to get in contact with tc to discuss sburb but shes not answering so i guess ill just talk to her some other time but did sburb ever download for you yeTGN: It's jUst fInIshIng nOw. 73.6% dOnE, 51.4gb/69.8gb... yOU'rE sO lUcky I UppEd my mEmOry lAst wEEk... sO, whAt -Is- thIs gAmE, Or dO yOU EvEn knOw yEt?IN: No idea at all but i do know dat we have to connect to each oder or someding like that but i want to try to make it more fun so i'll have opecitas connect to me so we have a three person grouPGN: sO, lEt mE gEt thIs strAIght... yOU'rE cOnnEctIng tO mE, tc Is cOnnEctIng tO yOU, And I'm cOnnEctIng tO tc? wE'rE dElvIng IntO gEOmEtry.... nOt my strOng pOInt. wAIt.... OkAy, I'm fInAlly At thE InstAll scrEEn. lEt mE lOAd thIs blOOdy thIng, And I'll gEt bAck tO yOU.IN: Well we may decide to add some more people but at duh moment i dont know if anyone else is getting it yet and you hurry up wif thaT-- growlingNumbers [GN] ceased pestering infiniteNihil [IN] at 10:50 -- You bring up the loading screen, installing the data.... A black window pops up, much like a DOS mode: SBURB version 0.0.2 © SKAIANET SYSTEMS INCORPORATED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. SKAIA client is running. Waiting for server to establish connection. .... What? You check your internet-- it's running. Connection.... to what?
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 2:51 am
You're impressed that your friend has listened to you and decided to start the game. You plan on connecting to him, but then Finis walks over. You waste 2 hours doing foolish and embarrassing activities with the little b*****d.
Finally, you get back on your computer and connect to Paul.
As you hear your computer run, you hear the sound of the wind outside blowing against the branches in the trees. You hear your ridiculous friends outside conversing about sexual behaviors and whatnot. Nothing new to you, but it helps set the mood. A slight breeze rolls through and you feel it brush against your back as if it was trying to get your attention. You ignore it nonetheless and continue to observe your fortress. Your two-room house is quite small, but it gets the job done. You suddenly remember you have work today, but you brush it off. You have enough money to get you through month. Not that you really think you'll need it or anything. You bring up a blank crossword puzzle and attempt to solve it. You never actually do good on these things, but the mystery just keeps on pulling you back. You observe your collection of CDs and DVDs. You have a: Dookie album, In Utero album, The Colour and the Shape album, a custom CD with your favorite songs on it, Learn-to-speak-Latin CD, and all of the Lost DVDs. If there is one thing that has always kept you guessing and gave birth to your love of mysteries, it would be Lost. You look at the writing on your hand. The words have no meaning to you. Atleast not right now. You turn your head to your brother. You listen to the sound of your brother breathe in his sleep on the mattress nearby you. His slight snore warms your cold heart just enough to get you through the day. That's all you need. And that's all you've ever needed.
Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. ~William Shakespeare.
With your eleven year education, you assume Shakespeare wrote that. You assume.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:24 am
Okay, NOW it says there's a connection. You smile, turning on music to drown out the loading screen's tune. You bring up the tabs for the song, and slowly begin to sing along as you play, waiting for it to load. Music-- it's all numbers. EVERYTHING is numbers. You learned that from a young age from your Uncle, who taught you everything you know. Your sister and nephew live two towns over, occasionally stopping in to check in on you. They were never really able to help you with... with Him. You hear a door close downstairs, wincing. You quickly turn down your music and mute the strings of your guitar, listening slowly. Silence. He must have been leaving then. You sigh a breath of relief, looking out your window. He was climbing in his car, getting ready to go who knows where-- then he looked up, straight at you as if he knew you were there. His hate, His rage all poured out at you, all through that glare. You turn away, turning your music back up, now on a different song. You breathe slowly, trying to fight back emotions you keep hidden. He may be your birth father, but He is NOT your Father, in any way. A Father looks after the child, especially after the child's mother died. He just pays for the apartment, traveling all over Georgia without a car for the lively hood of his only son. You sigh, bringing up a pester window. -- growlingNumbers [GN] began pestering mafiaSoldier [MS] at 11:05 -- GN: Hey, Uncle.... how are you?MS: Glad to see you putting aside you're odd typing style to talk to me, boy. That bloody way of typing reminds me of troll typing.GN: I know, I know. You're the one who got me doing that, though.MS: I did no such thing!GN: The numbers, Uncle. They're in my head. They pour out into my words.MS: Oh... Well... Yeah, that IS kind of my fault... But it's only for the best, you know that! Math is--GN: Power. Yeah, I know. Feeling okay?MS: A bit. I've been short of breath today, plus my blood pressure's running a little high, but I should be fine. Just watching the Godfather right now to pass the time.GN: Oh god.... Uncle, you've watch that enough that you can quote it in your SLEEP.MS: Heh, can't blame me for loving a good movie!GN: I can blame it when you become obsessed. Hell, you're obsession is pouring over into MY house.You look around, irritated. The war banners, the military outfits, etc-- all that can be apologized for. NOT the mass amount of mobster paraphernalia all around, statuettes of mobsters posing while pulling their hat over their eyes, casually holding a tommy gun, or lighting a cigarette. Still, you Uncle put them there, and you're not going to get rid of the-- Oh s**t, the game loaded!
GN: Hey, I gotta go. This game my friend just sent me downloaded.MS: Alright, little man. Just keep in touch.GN: wIll dO, UnclE.MS: STOP THAT!GN: hEh-- growlingNumbers [GN] ceased pestering mafiaSoldier [MS] at 11:09 -- You look at the screen-- and nothing. Just the Sburb image is on your desktop now. Now what do you do?
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:35 am
You cannot do anything because you're too busy being Vaccus!
VACCUS: Hey finis how are yoU
FINIS: I am fine.
VACCUS: Okay but do you need anyding because i'm going to be busy for a while so if you do need anyding let me know noW
FINIS: What are you going to be doing?
VACCUS: I'm not very sure but i have a feeling dat it's going to take up alot of timE
FINIS: Oh okay.
FINIS: Um I guess I don't need anyding.
VACCUS: Okay now go scare away my stupid friends pleasE
FINIS: Okay!
Your brother goes to the door and moons your friends. You have no idea where he learned it, but it has gotten you out of a complete sticky situations before hand. Unfortunately, your friends are use to it and refuse to leave your property. You would strife with them, but you'd rather not get arrested. That's probably one of the worst things you can do right now. Even if that means you have to teleport your whole house to a new world and fight off a bunch of creatures. As long as you're with Finis though, it's okay.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:30 am
You pace your room for a bit, impatience filling you. Finally, you sit down and google it. "Hrm...." you murmur, looking at your screen. It seems some people have played this, but haven't gotten far. Their guides just cut off for some reason. Huh, weird. You look through them, then blink. ".... blah blah must connect to another player, who will be your host-- Dammit, Vaccus!" You type a quick message to Vaccus, sighing as you do. "OkAy, mAn, It sEEms lIkE I'm wAItIng On yOU nOw..." You get up, walking downstairs to look around the house. There's more mobster paraphernalia, much to your irritation, but you've gotten used to it over time. Ah, Scarface... Having fun on your portrait over there, running a few rounds out of a tommy gun? "Say hello to my little friend," the caption says, a phrase your uncle repeats far too often. You pass it by, flipping it a rude gesture of the hand. Hrm.... You look around the living room, tapping your chin. The guides said to bring a weapon... You mentally consider your strife specubus. It has gun-kind, and sword-kind, both of which, being honest, you kinda suck at. With a sigh, you pick up both a M2 Carbine rifle and a Mauser M712 pistol, then a large broadsword from the wall. All three quickly store into your weapon Sylladex, and you nod to yourself. Okay, that's done... not that they'll be much use to you. You shrug, walking around a bit more. You adjust your hair as you pass a mirror, sighing. Somehow, you just knew it was going to be a long day. You start to turn before spotting a carton of cigarettes and two lighters. Irritably, you captulogue them, grunting. Smoking; it's what led to your mom's death, and your uncle was trailing quick. Your father bought your uncle smokes from time to time, as if to encourage his death-- in fact, you're sure that's why he did it. You shook your head, walking back upstairs. It was guitar time-- your irritation called for it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 11:41 am
GN: OkAy, mAn, It sEEms lIkE I'm wAItIng On yOU nOw...
IN: Yeah sorry i have to do a few dings for finis before i get you started but if he starts ******** wif duh computer while im gone so if someding really ******** up happens its probably hiM
Just as you finish typing that, Finis jumps on the computer and starts playing with Sburb. You strictly tell him to not touch anything, but he does it anyway. He sees Paul walking to his room. He decides to be a bit naughty and throws Paul's bed outside. He giggles a bit to himself so Vaccus won't hear him. Then he just gets mean. He throws out a lot of Paul's personal items, including a mass amount of clothes and then some. He sees Paul getting close to the door, looking a bit confused. He gets an evil grin and tears down a wall. He can't wait to see the look of Paul's face when he walks in.
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