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Post by Tangrufa on Sept 5, 2010 20:29:18 GMT -5
Far off in the quiet countryside, there was a little house on a nice street. It was conveniently located next to a forest, which suited the owner in many ways. Inside the house, atop the second floor, was a simple door that lead to the room of a simple girl. She seems to have just woken up from her midday naptime! Around the room were piles of stuffed animals, mostly in the form of multicolored unicorns. To the side was a little toy chest where she kept her, as she called it, coloring stuff. This simple girl seemed to enjoy scribbling all over her walls with a rainbow of colors. She thought it made the plain white room bearable. Today was a very special day for this little girl! For it was Sir Krumples' birthday teatime party today! She had set up everything all special, too. Sat in the middle of the room was a nice little table with two little footstools. One was already filled by the bespectacled unicorn, bless his old soul. Today he would turn seventy-two. She could tell the stuffed animal was reminiscing of days long ago, during The Great Rainbow War. She was sure she would hear many tales of his endeavors today. As such, this simple girl had prepared the tea already, with a little help. So as not to offend Sir Krumples with all the newfangled technology in the room, she had already unplugged the computer from its socket, possibly cutting off her conversation with someone, but that was alright. She would have simply turned the power off, but that had seemed much too difficult at the time. It took most of her energy to open the chatting thingie that her auntie had shown her. She picked up Sir Krumples' scrapbook of memories and made her way to the table. It was now time for introductions, as was the custom in Sir Krumples' country. But oh, heavens! This simple girl has forgotten her name! Why, if she doesn't remember it soon, Sir Krumples could take offense! Quickly, a name must be thought of! There could be an inter-rainbow-national incident if not! It is most obvious that this simple girl was far too excited to have time to make visual aids!
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Post by Tangrufa on Sept 6, 2010 7:16:37 GMT -5
On the spot, you immediately think of the name Charles Buttersworth! It makes sense after all, that you, the young lady of this house...wait what. You pause and break into embarrassed flusters as you realize you are, in fact, not a man. Sir Krumples is not amused.
You quickly backtrack and reintroduce yourself as Kitten Quigley, young heir to the, er, house. You quickly make a joke as to how calling yourself Charles Buttersworth was both silly and humorous. Sir Krumples appears to buy into it. He must be getting senile. You decide to hold onto the name Charles Buttersworth for now.
Kitten has now begun the ceremonial birthday teatime party. What should you do?
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Post by Tangrufa on Sept 6, 2010 16:38:28 GMT -5
As is done in the many great tea parties of the century, you drink your tea in a manner fit for a uniqueen. Sir Krumples does the same with a little help, marveling at Kitten's lovely behavior. You both attempt to one-up each other, trying to see who can better sip tea. From behind your cup of tea, you study Sir Krumples' features more carefully. He was a friend, you had found him in the forest whilst traveling with your kindhearted aunt. He was battered, all alone, the poor thing. You couldn't help but drag it inside as your aunt dressed his wounds through the magic of sewing.She seemed to recognize it, but you weren't sure cause she was so tall. Sir Krumples' nice violet outside had now faded, and his horn was chipped. You could see where the plastic filling was put into his once shining horn. His button eyes twinkled as his rainbow horsetail was tucked neatly under his junk. You give up the fancy tea drinking so the old thing will feel better about himself. Guess what? He does. Kitten found the scrapbook next to Sir Krumples, and intends to ask him about it today, you pass it over to the old thing, and he appears to not wish to acknowledge it. This puzzles you. You quickly slam your hands on the table, and silently stare at the elderly plushie. He seems not to want to crack. This puzzles you further. WELL IF HE CANNOT TELL ME NO ONE CAN. With this flawed logic, Kitten grabs the scrapbook and quickly devours it, ripping it into shreds, tattered blank photos falling from your mouth. You decide that paper doesn't taste as nice as rainbows. You stand there awkwardly, remembering that Sir Krumples' was a terribly good liar. Of course he would never have left a scrapbook around here! That would be silly. In an attempt to smooth over what just happened, Kitten strolls to her wall and comments on the grace of her beautiful crayon's masterpiece. Today was also the completion of "Delightful Rainbow Rain" This piece illustrates the struggles of man and happiness, depicting the sorrow that comes from lies and distrust. ... Or it was another rainbow you were drawing and you ran out of everything but blue. It seems that Sir Krumples has remarked upon this. You cannot take much more of this insolence, even if it is his birthday! That's it! You simply cannot take much more of his mockery towards your pretty colors! You run over to your chest of stuff, and retrieve your BATTLE GEAR. Which is pretty much a set of crayons trapped to your side and a CHEF'S KNIFE. You have finally decided to ALLOCATE your STRIFE SPECUBUS to KNIFEKIND. After doing so, you turn towards Sir Krumples, who has a gleam in his eye. STRIFE! What will you do? AGGRESS: Chef's Knife; Karma ABUSE What will Sir Krumples do? ABEYANCE ARDOR ADMONISH Bluh bluh did my best to provide structure for this in my imageless texts.
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Post by Tangrufa on Sept 8, 2010 22:12:00 GMT -5
You engage in STRIFE! mode. Kitten decides it was time for Sir Krumples to endure some punishment from the old days! You select Abuse from your suddenly existent Strife Modus. You slowly, ever so slowly sidle over to Sir Krumples, the ungrateful thing. You can see the fear in his eyes, and your grin grows ever larger, forcing you to bare your teeth it was so big. It was time he got what he deserved.
With the power of a not blunt object in your arms, you remind yourself of one of those psychopathic killers. There he sits, helplessly. The silly old thing can't even do anything. You hold up your knife above your unicorn horn headband, and the whole crowd of plushie animals hold their breath. And one actually squirrel. Golly darnit Auntie is so silly! You cast it a sideways glare and it quickly scurries out the open side door to the downstairs. You were so close, your heartbeats could be heard they were thumping so hard. Finally you're ready, to bring down the slice! The one swift movement that will bring to an end the time Sir Krumples had in the world of the living.
Now-! Die!
You didn't. Oh, you did. Nice going, Kitten. But d'awwww, isn't he so adorable! He-he was so caring, even in the possibility of his death! It seems Sir Krumples forgives you for your rude behavior during the tea party birthday. His heart has reached out to you, unicorn to unigal. What a beautiful smile, the charming gleam of his button eyes, it was simply all too much! You quickly apologize and hug it out, nearly dropping your knife on your foot. Gosh you are so clumsy.
Tonberry in corner is disappoint.
Now then, you have decided to allow Mister Krumples some alone time. So you decide to head downstairs. Before that is done, however, Kitten seems to think that she should prepare for her first course of action to make a stunning entrance for all the guests who lurk on the ground floor.
What should Kitten do?
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Post by Tangrufa on Oct 9, 2010 17:23:19 GMT -5
You immediately jump up to the 4th wall and color it in to the color of blank space on some odd forum called Exodus so no one may see you. You immediately scribble on your blank rainbow that is pictred on your jacket. Your aunt got it made special. You color it blurple, the color of the ancients. YOu grab your strap and stick it onto your crayon box opening your RAINBOW MODUS up to action.
If you recall, the Rainbow Modus splits items into colors, of which you can only have one of each color of the rainbow. You use your crayons to color stuff to make it work. It's very nifty!
Without warning, you enter PARANOIA MODE. It happens. With an expert flick of the wrist your yellow crayon impales itself on the offending Tonberry. You never kill them though. You walk over, pluck the crayon out, and put them in your HALF-DEAD TONBERRIES PILE. If they were full-dead, imagine how much karma that would be! In an odd twist of fate, you were utterly lying when you said Knifekind was your STRIFE SPECUBUS. You just said that to be silly. In reality, it's always been Sevenkind. It pretty much means you fight with things in sets of seven. Although you also always want them to be multicolored. Otherwise they aren't pretty!
You captchalogue seven pieces of confetti of different colors. After which, you swing open the door and jump down releasing the seven tiny papers in a mejestic manner. After which you land on a squirrel goddammit.
Aunt loves to bring animals home. Seriously, they're everywhere. Some squirrels are throwing some party in the backyard and there's a deer resting from a hangover on the couch right now, which is caked with so much fur you'd swear it's the actual couch. The birds are probably having a raep session in the cupboards, too. This is why you prefer stuffed animals. Seriously.
You walk over to your kitchen, which is conveniently to the side. It's modest, and has a nice vision of the outdoors. You open the bread drawer and...
ARGH SORRY SORRY
You immediately shove the drawer closed. The scene inside was much too mature for your eyes to take. You guess you'll just have to eat some of the stuff in the fridge. While you're at this end of the kitchen...
You quickly color a nearby footstool indigo and stuff it into the RAINBOW MODUS. That color is always so unappreciated.
So now what? You guess you could try opening the UNOPENED ATTIC, or DRIVE AWAY UNWANTED FURS, or you could MAKE COMPUTER WORK. But that last part sort of sounds like work. Work is harrrrrd.
(Or eat but you sort of forgot to already)
~RAINBOW MODUS~ Red: Filler Crayon Orange: Filler Crayon Yellow: Filler Crayon Green: Filler Crayon Blue: Filler Crayon Indigo: Indigo Footstool Violet: Filler Crayon
~STRIFE SPECUBUS~ Sevenkind: Six Pointy Crayons and One less sharp Indigo
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Post by Tangrufa on Nov 19, 2010 21:46:09 GMT -5
Before you leave, you notice an odd can left alone in the midst of others. It looks funny. You walk over to it, and pick it up. You then cry. Sadly, Kitten's fingernails are often nibbled on by the woodland critters, and her nails are too stubby to open them! You throw the can at a wall, watching it explode. Oops. Well, since it's around...you bend down to the floor and start to lap it off the carpeting. This is entirely degrading and you are sure all the animals are making fun of you. ...And it tastes like ugly people! You should know. Well, not really. Or you may. You quickly spit it out and run to get a cup out of the cupboard to contain whatever liquid you will wash your mouth with. You pull your indigo footstool out of the Rainbow Modus and get up on the counter. You throw open the cupboard doors and... OH GOD. OUT. OUT NOW, YOU UNGRATEFUL SLUTS. YOU TOO, PIMPY MACWHOARBAG. Now that that was dealt with, you close the door behind you and get back to get one of your cups. Why yes, it is the best cup you have ever seen. Walking over to the refrigerator, your crayon sack gets caught on the forbidden yellow drawer and AUGH OHMYGODOHMYGOD EW EWEWEWEW DIE DIE YOU UNHOLY BEAST. You removed the MANGLED AND OTHERWORLDLY CONTENTS from the bread drawer and had smashed it repeatedly until it stopped moving. Atleast, you think so. It was now rather red, so you decide to captchalogue it under the red tab as BLOODY UNEARTHLY CONGLOMERATION. You then shortly move the Red tab to the bag, behind the relog'd footstool, so as to avoid the... that. The attic. It's staring at you. It never stops staring. That doesn't really stop you as you pull the cord to what has never been opened. A snake carcass falls out on of your head and you momentarily pass out. Regaining consciousness, you quickly throw the dead snake off of you at the wall of SUSPICIOUS SUBSTANCE, now reduced to a SUSPICIOUS STAIN. Goddammit Auntie, this is what happens when we don't leave food out for the animals in the attic! You're surprised the thing hadn't gotten out yet. ...Awcrap the thing. You run back to the attic and slam it shut. Shut as a thing that is shut. You're too scared to be clever. Auntie always said never to open the attic or the thing would get you. Why did you even think of doing that anything? That's something one of your silly friends would do. Oh, right, the computer! You totally forgot about that! You had to do something important on it today! You take the walk back upstairs much more smoothly, and return to your computer desk. You sit in the nearby chair and stare at it. Why isn't it turning on D: ...Maybe you should ask Sir Krumples. ~RAINBOW MODUS~ Red: BLOODY UNEARTHLY CONGLOMERATION Orange: Filler Crayon Yellow: Filler Crayon Green: Filler Crayon Blue: Filler Crayon Indigo: Indigo Footstool Violet: Filler Crayon ~STRIFE SPECUBUS~ Sevenkind: Six Pointy Crayons and One less sharp Indigo
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Post by Tangrufa on Dec 19, 2010 23:28:09 GMT -5
(This is a bit shorter without every suggestion. I spent most of my time on the image.) You have no idea what you mean. It's bloody. It's unearthly. It's a conglomeration. Not that hard. My god. FINE. You swear the voices in your head are such jerks. You consult Sir Krumples, but it seems he has turned a deaf ear to your complaints. Besides, what would a unicorn know about computers anyway! That's just silly. As tempted as you are to punch Sir Krumples, you are aware that he is a wise old unicorn with much knowledge. In fact he is so wise he could even be your god. It's not like anyone looks around here anyway so they wouldn't see the shrine playhouse! ...THAT JUST MIGHT WORK You reach for the cord, noting the dust on the fingers when OH MY GOD THAT SPIDER IS SO ABNORMALLY PSEUDOLEGAL. You peer at this spider. He is going to work in the mines today. he works as a seedy businessman who sells webs to hold water in for the poor bugs who slave away in the mines. YOu have been perfectly aware of this for quite some time, but that's okay. it's under Sir Krumples' jurisdiction. However, you would like to adopt this spider! He may know bidness stuff you don't know! You carefully pick up this SEEDY BUSINESPIDER and place him on your headband. He likes it there. c: Anyway, you plug it in. What? You just wanted to build suspense. The computer boots up and you look around it. My god you forgot how cool your computer is.
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 5, 2011 10:59:01 GMT -5
Oh. Oh god. You know you must go through this every time you use the computer. But, it's not safe! D:> You slowly move your mouse to NOT UNICORNS D:{, knowing it is no folder. ... ... ... Oh the horror D:>AUGH GET IT AWAY GET IT AWAY This is obvious. Sir Krumples D:< What a weirdo. Oh, yes, you forgot about the Uninternet < - But wait you still have Beauticorns to- NO. D:< Besides, what would a SEEDY BUSINESSPIDER want with anime? He can't pirate it anywhere, his legs are too small! SEEDY BUSINESSPIDER agrees. How about we all settle on a lovely chat on Pesterchum <3 You wonder who you should pester <3 They haven't seen you in forever! MODUS AND SPECUBUS: Just look around. Not like much was gotten.
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 14, 2011 19:25:56 GMT -5
You crack your fingers. TIME FOR AN ABSOLUTELY CHUMMY TIME D:< You turned your headband upside down just for that. SO IT BEGINS. -- apotropaicReverie [AR] began pestering prismaticFashionista [PF] --
AR: Bustin Bustiiiiiin <3 AR: I turned my computer on and I'm so exciteeeeeed~! AR: So so so whatcha doiiiiiing~ < PF: oh hey PF: whats up kittykat PF: you know me PF: beer and avoiding my friend PF: i think they broke into my house again AR: Wow! I wish my friends were that dedicated <3 AR: Then again, I don't think I have many friends where I am </3 They're all old people. AR: but I have Sir Krumples <3 AR: Sort of~ I think he's angry. AR: Do be careful and stuff though! He could like, come crashing through your door all HELLO I AM BUSTIN'S BEST FRIEND <3 AR: And maybe you'll hug and stuff cause that's what friends do <3 PF: wow i am just drunk enough to believe that PF: also can you give me some sort of warning PF: before you message me PF: i hate looking at my computer PF: and suddenly PF: WHAM PF: double rainbow all the way PF: across my keyboard PF: and isn't sir krumples like your pet or something? PF: i was never sure on that AR: Well you knooooooow~ AR: How can I warn you without messaging you in the first place! <3 AR: And Sir Krumples is my unicorn! <3 AR: I have lots of them but he's the one who isn't insane like the others. AR: He may be sort of mad that I assaulted him with a knife though <:c PF: i... you know what PF: i'm not even gonna question that PF: i never understood your love-hate thing with your pets PF: kniving them at every given opportunity PF: did you get your game yet? AR: I feel like I'm gonna get asked that all day or something! AR: I think I'll just pretend I have no idea what this game is every time it's asked <333 AR: I gotta check my mail and stuff, but I don't wanna go outside! AR: I may run into Auntie. D:> PF: sorry i havent spoken to many people today PF: i havent even checked for my game PF: it's probably rubbish anyway PF: who's Auntie anyway? PF: another pet you're gonna turn into a knife deposit? AR: Of course not! AR: She's my aunt <3 AR: I just don't talk about her much cause she's sort of scary~! PF: phew PF: it's sort of hard to keep up with you sometimes PF: with the rainbows PF: i mean i'm all for a good rainbow PF: but damn PF: i can hear someone moving around downstairs PF: i bet my friend broke into my house again AR: Oh gosh! Go check, go check! AR: I have like a bunch of people left to talk to anyway~ AR: So, like good luck! And give him a hug for meeeeeee! <3 PF: yeah yeah, wish me luck PF: CATch you later, kitten
--prismaticFashionista has ceased pestering apotropaicReverie --... That was fun! It's always nice talking to Bustin. ... Original image belongs to Mister Hussie <3 I, um, have a few updates lined up, so if you could hold off on suggestions until the Flynn convo, that would help <3
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 15, 2011 18:21:41 GMT -5
Oh, this is no accident. You have been planning on this for MONTHS. -- apotropaicReverie [AR] began pestering waterloggedComputron [WC] --
AR: Hello Tweak. AR: I have a gravely important question to ask you. AR: Please respond shortly. AR: Seriously.
-- apotropaicReverie [AR] ceased pestering waterloggedComputron [WC] -- [/font] Curses, it appears he is away. Maybe another time, you suppose? It really is urgent, you must know about it immediately! Oh well, in the meantime... Oh golly gosh you need to talk to Shiro right away !!!!!!!-- apotropaicReverie [AR] began pestering wartimeStrategist [WS] --
AR: Shiro Shiro Shiiiiiiiro! AR: I made the computer work! < WS: Oh, hi Kitten! WS: I'm glad to hear that. WS: That's actually pretty impressive progress for you. WS: What have you been up to? AR: Oh golly I have just been talking to everyone I love <3 AR: Of course I love everyone, that is <3 AR: But some more than others~! AR: I already talked to Bustin and Tweak, now I'm with you < AR: I think I'll talk to Flynn next. He'll probably know the answer~! <3 WS: Wait, "the answer"? WS: The answer's 42. WS: But what's the question, Kitty? AR: Oh ummmmmmm AR: I'm supposed to do something important today! AR: other than celebrate Sir Krumples birthday. AR: But I also need a reason to talk to Flynn so I sorta would rather if you didn't answer it, Shiro <3 AR: But what are you doing! WS: Haha, I totally understand that. WS: And I'm actually wandering around the castle by my house. It's pretty dark here, so I'm kinda using the iPad to light my way through the darkness. WS: Apparently pestering chums makes every environment less creepy! WS: Have you gotten your prize from the contest yet? WS: The game? AR: It's not nice to make me lose the game, Shiro <3 AR: And um, I, um AR: There's a prize~? AR: Wait what contest~! WS: You couldn't have forgotten! WS: The writing contest that we entered. WS: There was a prize for the different winners. WS: Specifically, the prize was a copy of the trendy new game, Sburb. AR: What~? I was just putting up a lovely story I wrote! You should read it,it is beautifulllllll <3 AR: But um, I guess I won it then! AR: Although I dun think I'll be able to install such a thing as a game <3 WS: Oh god. WS: That's true. WS: It's okay, though. WS: I'll help walk you through it. WS: Hmmmm. WS: Question. WS: If you found a giant computer screen in the bottom of a medieval castle, what would you think? AR: I think it must be lonely! AR: Maybe you should give it a hug, it's probably cold and sad! AR: Make friends <3333333 WS: Interesting perspective. WS: Huh. WS: A giant yellow-gold sun is on-screen. AR: Oooooooh! WS: Regardless, I can't see a power source. WS: Or any kind of interface. WS: Looks like this trip was a total bust! AR: ! AR: I know something like that! Sort of <3 AR: But I can't say it, I promised <3 WS: Wait, what? WS: Who'd you promise, Kitty? AR: Ahhhhhhh <:c AR: Someone super important! AR: She talks to me sometimes. AR: I think she's um, um, it's really hard to say! AR: But I can't really explain <:C AR: I don't think I can get her to talk to you either without you freaking out! AR: I'm really sorry Shiro <///////3 AR: Are we still friends D:> WS: Well... WS: Of course we're still friends, Kitty. WS: I'd just really really like it if you could let me talk to her. WS: Or tell me what this sun thing is! WS: But if you can't right now, I guess that's okay. WS: :/ AR: O-oh. AR: Um, well... AR: I'm sorry, this is all my fault </3 AR: I think I'll just, um, AR: Bye D:>
-- apotropaicReverie [AR] ceased pestering wartimeStrategist [WS] --[/font] That...could have gone better. But he wouldn't get it! Not even if he met her! Oh gosh what if Shiro's really mad and now he hates you forever D:> You turn away from the screen and cry into your hands for a while. Sir Krumples stoically watches, that prick. ...Oh! Flynn is messaging you! Oh golly gosh, whatever could it be about! <3 -- forteHolder [FH] began pestering apotropaicReverie [AR] --
FH: Kitten I'm letting you know now, if you ever get the chance to be me for a day this is the right one to pick. FH: I'm up to my neck in cute and lovable critters over here! AR: Wha Whaaaaa~? AR: Lucky~ Today~s like a bucket of dung getting dumped on all your stuff <|:c AR: Literally, tooooooo </3 FH: /o noʊ:/ FH: Okay let’s not swap then. Why’s that? AR: Golly golly Flynn it's just been such a mess today </3 AR: All the animals are still here and poor Sir Krumples is missing D:|> AR: That darned thing in the bread drawer better not have taken him~ AR: And and....</3 FH: The fabled thing in the bread drawer! Someday you will tell us what it actually is. AR: Ah no it is too graphic for even the dirtiest of minds D:|> AR: Anywaaaaaaay, I feel like I forgot what I was supposed to accomplish after turning on the computer~ AR: Oh well~! I don~t think anyone~s doing anyfink today so I~ll just turn it off later~ FH: Uh… FH: Anyfink except play Sburb maybe? FH: Is that somefink? AR: Uhhhhhhh AR: Oopsies! That may have been it, teehee~! FH: I mean let me know if I’m being the dumb one here but I don’t think so, right? FH: Didn’t you win one of the contest awards? I thought I saw your name on the list. AR: Oh yeah, I did! I won Most Diabetes-Inducing <3 AR: Whatever that means~ AR: Wanna hear it~? <| FH: Yeah, give me the link. FH: I’d look for it myself but it is so hard finding topics on this vast, crowded, bustling, never-quiet message board we call home! AR: Here! exophthalmicarchimandrites.com/index.cgi?board=writing&action=display&thread=7609 AR: Isn't it adooooooorable <3 FH: Okay, let’s just take a look at FH: Oh FH: /o/ FH: I FH: /ʊɢx/ FH: /blɜaʊɢx/ FH: /θæts ʌ/ FH: /θæts riəlaɪ swit/ FH: I mean. That’s really sweet! FH: I FH: /dʒizəs/ AR: Whaaaaaat~? AR: Are you doing that thing where you're being witty again cause you know I'm no good at that </3 AR: But thank you! <3 FH: /əm yɛə/ FH: You’re… You’re welcome. FH: Listen, I think I need to… eat or drink… something. FH: /so:ʊ/ I’m gonna go! Talk to you later I guess. Maybe let me know when that game rolls in, huh? I want to make sure we’re all in this together. AR: Um, alright! I'll do my best! AR: You know, if I remember~ AR: See you, Mister Flynn <3
-- apotropaicReverie [AR] ceased pestering forteHolder [FH] --
Oh my word, I think he liked it! Yay! ...There's still that bit with Shiro. oh dear <:c Oh, stop it, SEEDY BUSINESSPIDER! You grab him by his bidness case and pull him back onto your headband. He was obviously trying to go digging for dirt on Sir Krumples to bring down his operation. But you're not in the mood right now. ... Maybe you should go get that game already? It may be in the mail. Kitten may now receive commands <3
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 22, 2011 16:46:29 GMT -5
You sort of nudge Sir Krumples with your foot. He just falls over. That passive-aggressive asshole. You decide to head downstairs to the main room again. Bluhhh there's still animal crap everywhere and that stupid dead snakestuff. Kitten: Carefully check through the window. Where's Auntie? You carefully turn your head to the right. OHMYGODASDFGHJKL You quickly hightail it to the kitchen. That was horrifying D: She's right outside, and you can't get your mail without facing her! You're going to have to prepare. He has. You violently shove the spider up your nose and continue onwards. Because it makes sense. He comes out shortly, somewhat disappointed, and returns to the horn. No. There are more important things to do, like prepare for Auntie. You could go inside the attic, and maybe this time dead snakes won't fly out! The kitchen has stuff too, your room as well, and the main room. You doubt you have much time; only enough to investigate one room. You also conveniently remember you can only wield things in sets of seven. Crap. ~RAINBOW MODUS~ Red: BLOODY UNEARTHLY CONGLOMERATION Orange: Filler Crayon Yellow: Filler Crayon Green: Filler Crayon Blue: Filler Crayon Indigo: Indigo Footstool Violet: Filler Crayon ~STRIFE SPECUBUS~ Sevenkind: Six Pointy Crayons and One less sharp Indigo Crayon
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Post by Tangrufa on Nov 6, 2011 16:31:52 GMT -5
You know what? Forget the attic! You've had it with Auntie, always staring at you through windows and...and stuff! whocaresletsstabher You heroically leap through the door and turn on your heel, causing SEEDY BUSINESSPIDER to have to hold on tight! Auntie turns, possibly surprised, although you can't tell with her hat in the way. In response, you pull out your SIX POINTY CRAYONS AND ONE LESS SHARP INDIGO CRAYON, holding them between each finger, similar to claws. Noting, however, that the lonely Indigo Crayon is wedged uncomfortably in your thumb, you remove it and place it in your teeth sideways, like one of those anime guys Shiro likes. Auntie's lips curl upwards, as she reaches into her pocket to remove her respective strife specubus. Oh dear. Your resolve slackens, for you never took the time to figure out a way to perform against her weapon, and your fingers involuntarily trembles. Her hand draws outwards. Damn. STRIFE!What will you do? AGRESS ACCELERATE ADULTERATE AGGLOMERATE: BLOODY UNEARTHLY CONGLOMERATION ALCHEMIZE AMORTISE: BLOODY UNEARTHLY CONGLOMERATION ANTHROPOMORPHISE Auntie will act accordingly. (Thank you for waiting for this incredibly short post. And what's this about giving someone else control of kitten? Don't tell me you could have given Auntie such a great specubus.)
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Post by Tangrufa on Dec 21, 2011 17:09:23 GMT -5
It's true, Auntie will best you if you do not pull out every stop! You take the battle to her so she may not unleash GNOMEAGGEDON upon you and jump over her head, And follow up by launching the Indigo Crayon right at Auntie's cranium. She simply bats it away and follows up by throwing her horrible AEROGNOMES straight at your face. You land uneasily, rubbing your forehead. Damn gnomes hurt. Damn Indigo Crayon, laying uselessly to the side. Who even likes Indigo anyway? What a bitch. Regardless, ranged fighting is not your forte, So you dash forward again, this time keeping yourself close to the ground. Auntie simply takes a step to the side, but you nick her jeans with Red, Orange, and Yellow anyway. That's what real colors do. Not stupid indigo. Still in her vicinity, you follow up by throwing Violet at her hat, The crayon flies true, defacing the hat by discoloring the leather with a rather unflattering purple line. You smirk, but Auntie has had enough playing around and throws another gnome straight at your forehead, before batting you far away from Violet with a long GNOMEBALL BAT. The blunt strikes have begun to wear on your body. Your lithe form wasn't particularly meant for consecutive dead-on strikes, and now you're down to five crayon as Auntie mercilessly crushes Violet. Your fists clench. That bitch. You need to strike back now or you'll never get the disc! You quickly run through your list of remaining options. Yeah you're not sure what you were thinking with that option And doubly unfortunately, you're no Atreides! That means you're left with... No. NO. NO.But if you don't use it, you'll never get past Auntie and...and...she broke Violet! Screw Indigo but Violet! She must pay. And...And PAY SHE SHALL!You retrieve the unspeakable horror from your Modus, hefting it into your arms. The horrible stench quickly filled your nostrils, causing you to nearly dry heave out od necessity. But you brave the smell and the squishy, curling, gelatinous feel to the item as Auntie rears back in horror. You can hear it whisper, you can hear it, hear the mold and moss secreting from its pores. It's been so long since it has been in the outside, it wants nothing more than revenge. You heft the bulbous hellspawn and chuck it over your head, as the tentacles reach outwards towards Auntie and its teeth grind, rearing and screaming like a newborn baby just out of the womb. You turn your head away from the repulsive sight and travel towards the mailbox. She'll be fine. You think. Regardless it will give you enough time to get the discs You open up the mailbox, anticipating the feel of the cool package and fun to ensue. ... That BITCH What the fuck is that stupid totem thing doing anyway ~RAINBOW MODUS~ Red: Filler Crayon Orange: Filler Crayon Yellow: Filler Crayon Green: Filler Crayon Blue: Filler Crayon Indigo: Indigo Footstool Violet: N/A ~STRIFE SPECUBUS~ Sevenkind: N/A
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 13, 2012 20:27:59 GMT -5
You gingerly reach over and snatch up the odd totem, deciding to give it a closer look. Upon such a look, however, you realize it is hideous. If only you had your UNICRONIFICATOR to make it better! As soon as the idea comes, you head back inside to go and retrieve the item you so unwittingly misplaced. To easier expedite your journey, you captchalogue the stupid totem thing under Stupid Indigo Totem Thing. It's not actually indigo but your modus can give less of a fuck if it's only indigo. Irregardless, you pay no mind to the fact that Auntie and the Conglomeration has mysteriously disappeared, and go back inside, quickly trekking upstairs to your room. Upon reaching your room, your notice your computer flickering through a bunch of colors! There must be someone trying to contact you! ... It's from Flynn !!!!!!!-- forteHolder [FH] began pestering apotropaicReverie [AR] --
FH: Hey guys. Sorry this message isn’t too personal, but I have some bad news. FH: Wow, I don’t actually know how to put this. It sounds ridiculous! FH: But here’s what’s what: FH: Whitehearst’s been playing Sburb, and not too long ago he discovered a meteor bearing down on his house. He was able to escape -- and teleport the whole house away somewhere else, actually -- but it was only because he carried out the right actions in the game. (Yeah, it’s a /wɪərd/ piece of software.) FH: He thinks there might be meteors heading for all of us who got a copy of Sburb, and if that’s true, it means we all gotta start playing this game pronto! FH: You should have two discs, the server disc and the client disc. Everyone needs both a server player and a client player. And before you ask, I’m taken on both fronts! FH: Really busy over here. /kaɪnd/ of a big deal. FH: But the point is, talk amongst yourselves and find a server and a client as soon as you can. If you can’t find anyone, let me know and we’ll get your shit straightened out, okay? FH: Also, I guess, tell me if there’s already a meteor heading your way!! FH: And if you have any questions about the game, bug Whitehearst incessantly. That’s WS by the way. wartimeStrategist. The guy who somehow scraped “Deepest Storyline”. You’ve heard of him! FH: Okay that’s it. I’ll stay online for as long as we need. FH: So don’t die!!
-- forteHolder [FH] ceased pestering apotropaicReverie [AR] --... Oh my gosh! He took the time to warn you about something so important! It's too bad he's busy. But he cares < 3333333 You need to tell someone! And you know just the girl! -- apotropaicReverie [AR] began pestering delphicVoyager [DV] --
AR: Hey hey gooooooorlfriend <3 AR: watchu doin <3 DV: ooooooooooooh them o's DV: so plush and round hehehe DV: not doing much Kittykat, DV: not um DV: Well no actually I started playing that SBURB game, the one we all got in the mail, with Flynn DV: and it's been interesting? AR: Oh yeah, I've like, heard about it! I think Flynn sent me a thingie on the matter, but that topic can wait <3 AR: I'm actually going up to the attic to get them now and then it will be so totally fabulous <333333 AR: What's it like < AR: tell me EVERYTHING DV: It's... DV: It has been interesting! DV: the game is a lot more interactive than I had expected DV: in the sense that um DV: actually I'm not quite certain how to put it such that you won't be absolutely certain I've lost my nut DV: which I haven't DV: it is still here, nice and safe and most decidedly not lost AR: gurl i am sure your nuts are safe in their sack <3 AR: I'll be playing it sometimeventually, anyway! AR: SO MOVING ON AR: let's talk about boys!!!!!!! DV: haha oh gosh DV: boys is basically the best thing to talk about DV: because we know so many of them AR: Okay okay so AR: Let's talk about Flynn AR: He just sent me like THE sweetest message ever about meteors and whatsits and just AR: Ohmigosh he's so /fine/ <:\\D DV: PFFT DV: I mean yes I agree entirely. DV: you know I never pictured you as the type to fall for the whole 'impending doom' allure DV: but by gog if that's your particular (albeit peculiar) cup of tea, then take a swig hon DV: I've got your back DV: It's funny you should mention him and the meteors though DV: Or actually just the meteors DV: Because you should definitely start playing that SBURB game if you haven't already DV: maybe you could even be Flynn's server player if he hasn't already got one! AR: Huh, maybe! I dunno, I wouldn't wanna come off all desperate and stuff AR: I bet he hates desperate girls and loves girls that just totally blow him off or something, so I'll try that! AR: So what about you? AR: Any booooooois in your life <3 AR: Ohmigosh what about Bustin AR: He's so fabulous you must love him AR: I bet he has super green hair IRL omg <3 DV: Goooooooorl, please DV: you know me. DV: I need verification of any viridian hues DV: Verification beyond a reasonable doubt! DV: Because any other standard is weak. DV: Preponderance of the evidence? DV: Preposterous! DV: Plus Bustin doesn't really strike me as the rugged, machisimo, beardy kind of DV: I mean DV: it's like DV: abbiamo volersi bene, ma non ci amiamo DV: if that makes sense DV: "Love" is a very simple word for something that carries so much weight. AR: Huh! AR: I guess so, if you put it that way AR: Or like are you trying to say like AR: ! AR: You mean you like gooooooorls, don't you < DV: Haha, not quite DV: I mean it's not that I have any qualms with the idea, DV: but no, not quite my tastes. DV: My real problem is finding a man amongst men who is manlier than I DV: Being a badass is hard, and no one understaaaaaaaaaaands AR: I'm sure you'll find love someday! AR: As long as you believe in yourself and the power of friendship, anything is possible <3 AR: Just like one day Flynn will fly down from the heavens in silly garment and whisk me away C\\:> AR: Anyway, I have to get going and get that disk! I mustn't disappoint him or Tweak or the other boy! DV: So many bois in your life, gorlie! DV: But you're absolutely right, they mustn't be let down DV: I believe in yoooouuuuuu DV: And good luck getting started - just keep in mind, it's kind of a fast-paced game, okay? AR: Umm, I'll try! AR: It shouldn't be too hardish, right? AR: I think I'll just go pop in the disc and then make something to eat <3 AR: Thanks Beesay I'll talk to you later <3333333
-- apotropaicReverie [AR] ceased pestering delphicVoyager [DV] --[/b] ...You cannot wait for that day. Sir Krumples always told you about it. Oh, right, you forgot about that! You run on downstairs, full of glee, and skip right up to the attic. Upon further thinking, the UNICRONIFICATOR should be up there too! ... What? It's not all that hard. You were just lazy. Now why did you hate the attic again? Oh. Right. You can't see what's in here without an actual light.
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Post by Tangrufa on Feb 28, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -5
And you do just that, coming to the logical conclusion that making a jump you can't actually make and having fists stronger than housing material will simply break through! ... You lied and just turn on your unicorn nightlight, luckily located on your hor-OHGOD NO NO OH GOD The world spirals around itself as flashes of the horrors in the attack come back to haunt you. You told yourself about the attic, girl. You told yourself. But you didn't listen. You didn't- A thud echoes throughout the house as a shadow encroaches upon the poor girl's body, and through an incredible transition, the focus of this story moves...elsewhere. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You open your eyes slowly, rubbing them while taking a moment to yawn, taking care to cover your mouth. It would not do to have no manners in such a situation. Naturally, as you look out the window, you appear to have found yourself staring out towards Skaia once more. What a beautiful planet. You wonder how long it has been since Kitten had last slept. You must have been gone for some time, as your ink and paper have been gathering dust. It is a modest room, after all, but you prided yourself in its design. You stand up and brush any dirt off of your long, gleaming dress. It has been quite a while, yes. You spy your archive in the corner, and contemplate going through it. It is a possibility. Naturally, you must re situate yourself to the land of Prospit once more, with its beauty you have helped mold and shape. You suppose your name is Kitten, but in a way, it is not. A different spirit entirely, possibly an entity of its own being, you suppose. As a part of royalty, however, it is to be expected. There are matters to attend to. Come now, the people are waiting. What name do you wish to bequeath unto this proper young Marchioness?
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Post by Tangrufa on Mar 20, 2012 19:14:30 GMT -5
...Yes. It is fitting. You will draft a note concerning the official name bequeathing later.
Naturally, as the only truly semi-awake Prospit Dreamself of sorts, you have molded and shaped Prospit. As an important figure in their daily lives, it would not do to be cooped up in the tower all the time, such as the Duke. You do, however, confess to standing aside his bed, taking in his presence, feeling his warm breath dance across your nose, reaching ever so close to do the deed and simply...
But you are getting carried away here. You have been present in many political debates and have consulted with the King and Queen upon the occasion, so to speak. You have also taken the liberty to share your concerns on the state of affairs between Prospit and Derse to a wonder subject of hers. Was it the Marshall Elroy? It might have been. You were never good with names. To sum it up, you could be called a diplomat, of sorts. An advisor? You deal in many things.
...Not just yet. You make it a point to thoroughly inspect your livings every time you wake up. Not that you had many. it was mostly the Archive that had to be tended to.
Posthaste. You move over to the Archive and pull open its many contents. You have to admit Kitten had never been the brightest, and, truthfully, you thought yourself to be the better half. Of course, she was blissfully unaware of such fantastical dreams of Prospit and Skaia, while you were more than aware of her...antics.
Sifting through your memories, you could not help but sigh at Kitten's increasingly erratic behavior. You pause at one specific incident, in fact. That involving the boy. Shiro, was it? Yes. Kitten had seemed to damage their friendship with your knowledge, and you suppose it is only you yourself you can blame for it. Looking back, you search through the Archive and remove a simply dossier, entitled Memo. These contained any notes you had ever written to Kitten. You snap one up in particular, and glance at it.
Written on The Time That Kitten Got Gnomelined, shortly after Awakening
K[/color]itten,
Good morning. How are you? I hope you are happy that I removed Indigo from your name. Next time, try not to get too roughed up by your Aunt, dear. I see no reason as to how this would stop me from continuing to write, however, so continue I shall. I last spoke to you of Prospit and Derse. To review, they are opposing moons, like...the opposites to magnets. It is difficult trying to explain it to one such as you. Upon these moons lie their citizens, and then something akin to a Dream Self. They are exactly what they sound like, and their attire often consists of a simple moon inscribed upon their clothes. Are you with me? As your own, I feel it best to educate you on the topic, however, I stress you do not put the information to unfortunate use. There is a related topic, concerning beds, but I fear I do not have much time today. You are waking up. Once again, I stress you do not tell anyone of the information I give you.
Unicorns and Rainbows, Felicity
She is a kind girl. Even if you are her, in retrospect. If nothing else, she is a kind girl.
Well, would you like to do anything else before the depart. You may continue browsing the Archive. You have many more memos from Kitten, a couple documents, and important dossiers. You also must not forget to write her a new memo at one point, retrieve your specubus, and see...him.
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Post by Tangrufa on Jul 1, 2012 0:43:55 GMT -5
Oh my, indeed. It would be best to inform her of this, seeing as her lack of full knowledge was what messed the simple girl up in the first place.
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Why exactly do you write these to her? If anything, it is simply jeopardizing her entirely, filling Kitten's head with thoughts she doesn't need. It may even get her killed, you suppose. Even stressing she should not tell anyone is what will get her in trouble. There is no motive. So why would you do it?
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You are alone. You have always been alone since awakening. You try to busy yourself with Prospitian affairs, but its people...are not particularly engaging. The other dreamers lack true lucidity, and so you have always been alone. It's ironic, even, how you manifested as the exact opposite of Kitten. She is a sweet girl, to not even question the original messages.
...It is because you are selfish. Yet even so, the fingers press down on the buttons of the machine you keep to write with.
Written after The Attic, upon Self Reflection
K[/color]itten,
Good morning. How are you? I will go over what I need to in order to truly express my condolences. It appears the revelation was too much for your body, so I will have time to go out today. Ahahah, I must sound horrible. Forgive me. Let us begin.
Beds. No, not your bed. Something entirely different. If you ever locate a stone structure akin to a bed with a symbol to your liking, I stress you stay away. The idea is to kill yourself upon them. I...the other idea is that it will set you on a path to greater power, and while that may appeal to some...nevermind. Do as you please, should you find it. I apologize for being vague. Beds are perfectly fine sleeping receptacles unless made of suspicious material. Yes. That sums it up. In the meantime...
I must terribly apologize for how it went down with Shiro. He is a nice boy. I am sure if you put your mind to it, you will be able to make up with him. Take the initiative, my dear. I know you can do it.
Because you are amazing, Kitten. Don't forget that.
Best Wishes, Felicity
Your step away from the machine. It is an old creation, but faithfully types up your messages and keeps a copy for the Archive. It is built into a side, and the copy is delivered into the proper dossier. You sigh, contemplating as to how everything became so confusing.
...There is still more to do.
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