Ain't got no chainsawKindSTRIFE SPECIBUS, buddy. This little hunk of whirling death can go right into card #5 where it belongs.
You know damn better than to try and wield something as complex and dangerous as a CHAINSAW without the appropriate STRIFE SPECIBUS. It's always hypothetically possible, but you've gotta have the strife card not only to bring a weapon's full force to bear in combat, but to maintain perfect control over it as well. Lacking the chainsawKind card, the moment you swung that thing at an enemy, you'd probably just cleave yourself in half at the waist.
Only the simplest of weapons can be used safely in combat without the right card. An EXTINGUISHED TORCH, for instance. You don't have to be all that skilled to whack someone around with an extinguished torch. It's sort of a gray area.
Luckily that's just as far as STRIFE is concerned! You're still totally allowed to use the CHAINSAW toward the purposes for which it was originally conceived, i.e. chopping down trees, &c. That only stands to reason. Otherwise everyone would need STRIFE SPECIBUS cards to use anything that could be remotely repurposed as a weapon, and you'd need to bring an entire PORTFOLIO every time you wanted to repair the house or eat a steak.
> Flynn: Get in the frelling house and charge your frelling laptop already. There are fair damsels with guns to save and meteor-related catastrophes to avoid!
Okay okay jeez there's no need to swear!
You make use of one of the SECRET PASSAGES leading from the tent elsewhere into the house, and hurry to retrieve your CHARGER.
The other you reviews the image above, and clicks on the part of that image which leads him or her not to a panel already seen, but to a panel which lies still ahead, in order to progress the story forward rather than backward.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2011 20:29:41 GMT -5 by Molebolge
It's gone! Disappeared forever! Your LAPTOP has been reduced once again to a useless husk of plastic and wires. You will never save Bicé or arrange your own rescue at the hands of another contest winner whom you haven't yet pestered today and blah blah blah
Half a moment. That can't be right. The image of a CHARGER, its wire coiled around its plug, floats up in your mind. You're sure you've stashed that CHARGER somewhere in your bedroom. Somewhere easily accessible to you, but utterly safe from intruders, who would meet a swift and bloody end should they attempt to wrongfully retrieve it. Very good. There is a CHARGER somewhere within reach. You merely have to find it. You rub an eye and ponder wheretolook.
> Flynn: Okay, just find the stupid charger already.
There it is!
That's right, you left it on the bed, in the vigilant care of your beloved stuffed tiger LOCKE. Nothing gets past his watch. None of the things.
Sorry, LOCKE. Gotta push you aside here for a second. I know you understand.
Monosyllabic names of centuries-dead English philosophers, containing a short "o" and a silent "e", are indisputably the best names for stuffed tigers. Everyone knows this to be true.
You extract your LAPTOP (priority 8), but in order to get at the SBURB BETA (6), you also have to eject the HOLE-PUNCHED SHEET MUSIC (7). No big deal. What were you going to use that for, even, anyway. The top three slots in your sylladex now stand open, waiting to receive new and exciting assignments.
Last Edit: Nov 4, 2011 21:10:02 GMT -5 by Molebolge
-- forteHolder [FH] began pestering delphicVoyager [DV] --
FH: Okay, all set! FH: Sorry about the delay, my sister and I had kind of a falling-out. You know how she is. FH: Actually, wait… did I ever tell you I had a sister? Come to think of it, I guess we never shared our family situations! Mine’s kinda weird, haha. FH: But – I mean – that’s not important! Obviously! Let’s get this game going. FH: I’m loading up the server disc right now and / / FH: You know, any time you want to jump in here with some words of affirmation, that’d really put my mind at ease… FH: Bic, are you there? FH: Hey / / FH: /oʊ gɒd/ FH: What’s going on? FH: Bic?? FH: Please tell me you’re just daydreaming. FH: /pliz dʒʌst bɪ deɪdrimɪŋ pliz dʒʌst bɪ deɪdrimɪŋ pliz dʒʌst bɪ deɪdrimɪŋ/ FH: Haha, okay, swoon-over-douchey-rom-com-stars time is over!! FH: /oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd oʊ gɒd/
delphicVoyager [DV] is conspicuously failing to respond.
She's probably fine. Must be AFK at the moment. No big deal. And even if it were a big deal, there's not much you can do about while this CONKSUCK PROGRAM takes an eternity to load.
So you can flip the fuck out, or you can use this time productively. You decide to use the time productively.
Why don't you see about rassling up a server player of your own? Your life's gonna be in danger eventually too, if there's a pattern here. Yes, that's the right thing to do. Eat up a little of this time, of which you suddenly have quite a friggin' lot. You take a look at your CHUMROLL to line up the potential candidates. Hmm, no not him. Nope, not her either. DEFINITELY not that guy.
Okay how about this girl. You don't know her that well, but she owes you a favor anyway. She'll be game. She'd better, at least.
Last Edit: Nov 4, 2011 21:12:25 GMT -5 by Molebolge
-- forteHolder [FH] began pestering eccentricLibertine [EL] --
FH: Miss Afanasy. FH: How's the day find you? EL: Oh hello. EL: You're the guy who won "Audience Favorite" in that contest, aren't you? EL: I'm doing okay. Waiting for the UPS truck to come back again. EL: Crazy bastards don't know how to deliver shit. FH: /woʊ wo:ʊ/ FH: "The guy"?? FH: You don't remember me? I'm offended, Yulia! Wounded, even. FH: Hurt, Yulia! EL: I'm sorry! There were so many people in that contest I can't ever keep them straight. EL: I'm a little scatterbrained sometimes. EL: So many irons in the fire, you see. EL: Tomorrow I am going to work on another cosplay costume. EL: I'm going to be none other than the time-traveling protagonist on Doctor Who! EL: Do you watch that show? FH: Wait wait wait! You're serious? You don't remember me. FH: We need to talk about this first and I'll collect your additional conversation subjects in the background for discussion afterward. I have got some choice words about UPS and Doctor Who let me assure you. FH: But seriously?? FH: I mean I totally understand, like it's cool, considering our forum has THOUSANDS OF MEMBERS and racks up HUNDREDS OF POSTS IN A DAY and is basically an UNPARALLELED METROPOLIS OF INTERNET ACTIVITY, you don't expect every Tom, Dick and Harry to leave a lasting impression... FH: But I kinda figure you'd remember the dude who wrote such an impassioned, glowing review of your contest entry!! FH: No? I mean, that's okay. Like I said, it's probably just cause there are so many posts to sift through. Might have gotten lost in the shuffle. That's all right. I'm not hurt! Not at all! It's pretty much /ɛvriwʌn/'s fault. All the faults. Yeah! FH: My feelings are totally not ripped wide open right now! EL: Hold on, hold on... EL: ВЄИТ А СЄКОНД EL: I know who you are now! EL: Flynn, wasn't it? FH: That's the one! Whew okay, you had me pretty anxious for a second there. FH: No worries though. I forgive you. The "Audience Favorite" award was /kaɪnd ʌv/ a big deal. It must have just superseded any other memories of me. Who cares? Don't feel bad! FH: What were we talking about? Oh yeah. UPS. Stands for "U Piece of Shit", am I right? Because that's totally what I think of whenever I deal with them, am I right?? Doctor Who? I've never seen it but I always thought the Fourth Doctor looked like a badass. Is he a badass? The scarf works for him. SOME PEOPLE CAN'T PULL THE SCARF LOOK OFF. SOME PEOPLE LOOK STUPID IN SCARVES. But not him! Cosplay?? What a dumb hobby for LAME POCKY-MUNCHING WEEABOO POSERS, oh wait you said you do cosplay yourself, okay in that case disregard what I just said because cosplay is awesome!! FH: What else do you want to talk about? Go ahead, toss some more subjects out there! I feel guilty about hijacking the conversation a second ago. Always yapping and yapping about myself. I'm the /wɜrst/ !! FH: (Plus I've got another big topic I'm worked up towards here so you deserve to hold the reins for a while longer.) EL: The game beta. EL: Have you received it yet? EL: What's it like? FH: Oh FH: /hoʊli ʃɪt/ FH: /hoʊli ʃɪt/ are you psychic?? FH: Do you have ways of divining my thoughts? Like a crystal ball or tea leaves or like, taromancy? FH: Also, is that racist or anything? I'm sorry. EL: I've dabbled in mysticism once or twice. EL: I don't think this was a matter of precognition though. EL: It was a matter of time before it would have come up eventually. FH: Oh, just a dabbler! A mere dilettante in the arcane. Parlor tricks for weekend get-togethers. Nothing big. I understand. FH: (/saɪkɪk saɪkɪk saɪkɪk/) FH: But yeah! I've got the game. I'm loading up the server disc right now. And if that were all I could tell you then this would be a super boring chat. But my knowledge extends much farther than that. FH: I know a man who is playing the game as we speak. EL: Oh really? EL: Who would that happen to be? EL: I'm afraid I haven't gotten in touch with anyone else from the contest yet. As you know, I'm terrible at getting back to people. FH: His name's Shiro, aka wartimeStrategist. He won some weak award, something about storylines maybe, it doesn't matter now. I selected him to begin playing the game first as a vanguard because of his inherently expendable nature. FH: But he's proven a surprisingly adept scout, and has managed to overcome his customary disposition as a big clattering toolbag in order to supply me with a steady stream of valuable information. FH: I know... /sikrɪts/, now. Some that would make your toenails curl under and your hair braid itself into a pretzel. EL: Sounds like you've come up with a pretty good plan. EL: What's he know so far? EL: Anything useful I should know before I start my game? FH: Oh yes! Many useful things! All the useful things. FH: First, something useful and yet mundane. So mundane, really, that I need hardly even mention it, except out of concern that it could possibly save my life. FH: /yʊ si/ I thought Sburb was a single-player game. Maybe an MMORPG kinda deal, at best. But no: this is supposed to be a team effort! We're all in this together. Everyone acts as someone else's server -- someone who pulls background duties to assist as they proceed. FH: The idea is to put together a loop. All us award winners in one big ol' loop. Playing the game and helping each other out. Like the best of friends!! FH: So, I was just kind of trying to figure out how to string all this together, and I guess... FH: Well damn! This is pretty hard to say. FH: I guess I was thinking, since I'm already connecting as someone else's server... FH: And after I wrote that review and put in a pretty persuasive argument for why you ought to win "Most Original Premise", one that I think definitely might possibly have perhaps swung a few votes as far as that was concerned... FH: Maybe you'd be gracious enough to / / FH: ? EL: Of course! I would be more than happy to be your server player. EL: Just as soon as my discs come in th- EL: ОДИН СЕКУНДА. EL: АИ ТИНК АИ ХЕРД ДОРБЕЛ. FH: What? The doorbell? Oh fuck! Wait wait wait, I had so many more secrets! Like, the game is real and it all really happens and like, it's magic or something FH: /aɪ doʊnt ivən/ FH: METEORS! FH: There might totally be meteors! Yulia there might totally be a meteor. Make sure there aren't any meteors, okay?? FH: You tell me if there's a meteor. You tell me this instant!!
If Yulia didn't know about the meteors, she can't be the only one. And if the only way the eleven of you are going to escape these meteors bearing down upon your houses is to play the game, then everyone involved needs to know the scoop right away. As the obvious leader of this heroic band, it's up to you to spread the word and make sure everyone's safe!
While SBURB loads, you compose a suitable Pesterchum message. Then you decide the recipients. Whiteherp and Bicé obviously know the deal, as must Atreides if he's Whiteherp's server player. You just told Yulia too, so that leaves Rohr, Kitten, that guy Rolls, and two more you've never spoken to, prismaticFashionista[/color] and tzolkinRoulette. You send an identical message to all five of them. Mission accomplished. What a great leader!!
Last Edit: Nov 4, 2011 18:14:47 GMT -5 by Molebolge
You, who are back to being Flynn, send Tweak the message too. Because even though he's so cool and so smart and already knows everything, you suppose there's still an outside chance he didn't find out about the meteors, maybe.
In the meantime, someone else has responded.
Last Edit: Nov 4, 2011 17:31:42 GMT -5 by Molebolge
-- forteHolder [FH] began pestering tzolkinRoulette [TR] --
FH: Hey guys. Sorry this message isnâ€™t too personal, but I have some bad news. FH: Wow, I donâ€™t actually know how to put this. It sounds ridiculous! FH: But hereâ€™s whatâ€™s what: FH: Whitehearstâ€™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, itâ€™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 thatâ€™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, Iâ€™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 canâ€™t find anyone, let me know and weâ€™ll get your shit straightened out, okay? FH: Also, I guess, tell me if thereâ€™s already a meteor heading your way!! FH: And if you have any questions about the game, bug Whitehearst incessantly. Thatâ€™s WS by the way. wartimeStrategist. The guy who somehow scraped â€œDeepest Storylineâ€. Youâ€™ve heard of him! FH: Okay thatâ€™s it. Iâ€™ll stay online for as long as we need. FH: So donâ€™t die!!
-- tzolkinRoulette [TR] began pestering forteHolder [FH] --
TR: Now, I might be at the peak of my youthful vigor, but don't assume I was born yesterday. TR: I mean, I knew that games like Evony were fairly crooked, but a game threatening cosmic destruction raining down upon those of us that don't play? That strikes me as rather excessive, even as an act of parody. TR: "Meteors, my lord." TR: *ahem* TR: I'll play your game. But by that, I don't mean SGRUB, or whatever it is they have you pushing. TR: What did they pay you to do this? TR: Or are you just that desperate for teammates? FH: Um / / FH: Wow, uh, sorry, I feel like this is kinda awkward. We've never actually talked! FH: I'm Flynn, and, ah, it's nice to meet you, and... I guess... maybe it's not that nice for you to meet me? Based on your reaction? I'm sorry! TR: An apologetic goon? Now I've seen everything! TR: Whoever brought you on has some really low standards. TR: What next? Going to offer tea and crumpets to a guy after you smash out his windows? TR: If you're going to firebomb my place, be a straight up dick about it. TR: This whole "So sorry, but you might have your house burn down!" is clearly a sign our world is waaay too politically correct. FH: I FH: I don't FH: know how to react to any of this. FH: I think you might be going through the whole bridge and billy goat routine with me?? FH: Wait but I'm actually serious though, like there could totally be some meteors. You should be on the lookout for them! TR: And I'm actually serious too! TR: There might indeed be a bridge TR: and some cement shoes! You should be on the lookout for them! TR: Not sure what you want done with the billy goats, but I could leave a head or two in your bed if you so fancied. TR: Pfff. Never got the whole "lopping off of a horse's head and using it to antagonize somebody" angle, really. TR: Breaking kneecaps... Now that's a good nonlethal way of doing things. TR: When I was a bit younger, I wanted to grow up to be like Tonya Harding. She knew how to handle things, if I do say so myself. FH: / / / / / / FH: Ha ha okay!! FH: I can definitely see why you won "Best Poetry". You truly have a way with imagery! FH: Ha! Ha! FH: Guess I should probably... stop bothering you! You've /ɒbviəsli/ got the situation well in hand. FH: Ha! FH: Okay bye!!!!
> Flynn: Quick, keep this Pesterchum train a-rollin'!
Whew. Okay. Another recipient of the EMERGENCY MESSAGE just got back to you. Oh look, it's Rolls. That's a relief. Statistically he seems far less likely to FILL YOUR INSIDES WITH LEAD than tzolkinRoulette[/b]. You never can tell though.
You switch to using Pesterchum from your PDA instead of your LAPTOP in the desperate hope that that'll help the computer load Sburb faster.
-- randomButter [RB] began pestering forteHolder [FH] --
RB: Um..... RB: .... Flynn.... um.... RB: ..... RB: Well.... are you still there...? RB: I have a.... RB: That is, I mean.... RB: .... RB: Could you help me with... RB: Er... I mean... RB: Do you know anything about girls? FH: Oh hey Rolls! Good to hear you're still among us. FH: And obviously not threatened by an encroaching meteor, or else you'd have other questions for me than that one!! FH: As it happens, I am an /ɛkspɜrt/ on girls and girl psychology, so of course you've come to the right place. Long as this frigging program is still taking forever to load, I can definitely help you out. FH: What do you want to know? RB: Well... I um... RB: I found someone willing to help me... RB: To be my server player... RB: And she's a girl... RB: ..... she seems nice.... RB: And I was wondering... RB: That is... um... RB: Is there a way to make her... RB: To get her to see me... as nice too..... FH: /ɔ: snæp/ FH: Little old Rolls has got a crush on someone! FH: My man! FH: Is she hot?? RB: The thing is.... RB: That... well.... you see RB: I've never actually... RB: ..... RB: ...I don't know what she looks like.... RB: But.... looks aren't.... RB: Well... It shouldn't matter.... RB: What she looks like.... that is.... RB: But she is nice.... FH: Oh, it most definitely matters. We can't have a fellow of your obvious good looks and charm carrying on with some bucket-faced tramp. FH: Crawled straight from the bucket factory into your arms!! FH: But that's okay, I'm pretty sure I can guess who you must be talking about. FH: And she is a /toʊtl/ cutie, and I approve wholeheartedly. FH: So what's the problem? RB: Well, it's just.... RB: I don't.... RB: .... It's hard to explain.... RB: You see..... I've never.... RB: ..... RB: I have never spoken with... RB: .... a girl before.... RB: Well my mom... RB: But... she died... RB: ..... RB: ..... RB: And Nanny-Bot.... RB: But... well.... RB: ..... Robots don't really have... RB: That is to say.... they aren't... RB: .... RB: They're genderless so she wasn't really female.... RB: So... this is the first girl.... RB: Well This is the only girl.... RB: I've ever talked... RB: Well, messaged with.... RB: ..... RB: I just don't wanna mess it up.... RB: I just.... RB: I don't know how I should act.... FH: Whoa, really?? FH: What, do you live in a cave or a monastery or like, on a deserted island or something? FH: Are you the Miranda of our circle? Is this girl your Ferdinand? RB: Well... I wouldn't... RB: That is I mean to say.... RB: I'm just mean... RB: .... And it's nothing like that.... RB: I live in a normal town.... RB: I think.... RB: I've never actually seen it.... RB: After my last.... RB: Well the last time I ran away.... RB: .... RB: Dad made sure I couldn't.... RB: You see... he moved us to a new house.... RB: That he designed... RB: .... RB: He made it so only things can enter... RB: It's not his fault... RB: .... Well... he did do it... RB: But... RB: ..... RB: He's agoraphobic.... RB: ....So.... he can't really help it.... RB: .... RB: .... It's not his fault... FH: What?? You can't get out of the house??? FH: Royce that's messed-up. Your social life shouldn't be beholden to your dad's insecurities!! FH: I mean, sorry, it's not really my place to judge him... FH: But seriously! Shit! FH: I'll tell you what, once you start playing the game we'll get somebody over there and see if we can bust you out. We'll all be playing the game together in one place, I'm pretty sure. RB: Um..... ok... RB: I guess... but... RB: ... My dad might try to stop it.... RB: ...... RB: Anyways.... RB: .... So.... um.... RB: What should I do about this girl.... FH: Oh right, your lady friend, sorry. Got a little sidetracked there. We can deal with the house thing later! FH: Well okay, you gotta give me a little more background info here. How'd you two get hooked up in the first place? FH: Did you pick her out of the list and approach her about the game? If so, why? What did you see in her? That's important! FH: Or better yet, was /ʃi/ the one who initiated it?? Because if someone just straight offers to be your server player out of the blue, that is a BIG SIGN, dude. The only thing that could incite someone to make such a noble, gallant offer unrequested would be if they were in the THROES OF ADORATION. FH: It is an /ɪnkrɛdəbli/ winsome move, and I don't blame you in the least for falling head over heels for her in return. FH: I mean if that's the way it all went down. RB: I messaged her first... RB: ... and... I didn't know she was a girl... RB: I was just... RB: I decided to be less... RB: ... I tried being less... me... RB: ..... RB: So I asked... if she'd be my server player.... RB: Then I.... RB: .... that's when I realized she was a girl.... FH: Oh, what, really? You couldn't tell right away? FH: That's weird. I thought it was kinda obvious. FH: But hey, I guess you're right. Shouldn't be Enforcing Gender Stereotypes and that kinda stuff. A dude /kʊd/ write like that. Conceivably! FH: Now when you say you tried being less "you", what does that mean exactly? Could be a good sign, if her inherent charisma inspired you to assume a more striking persona. Or it might be a not so good sign, if you felt you were trying to force a change in your demeanor that wasn't really sticking. FH: You got to be FEELING IT when you blow yourself out of proportion, Rolls. Trust me, I know the difference! RB: Well.... I'm not used to.. RB: I haven't really... RB: I don't talk to people.... RB: ... so.... I talked to someone... RB: That... I guess... RB: .... RB: .. that's what I meant.... by not me.... RB: .... RB: Are you.... RB: You think I should lie... RB: about myself...? FH: What? No! No way. I mean, kinda? Maybe! I don't know. But no! FH: /ʃiʃ/, I get the feeling everything I say sounds a lot worse to you than it does to me. First you thought I was getting all militant and jingoistic when I was just tryin' to give you a pep talk for Sburb, and now you think I'm espousing lying to girls to get in their good books! FH: But that's okay! I don't blame you. Maybe I'm just not expressing myself very well. Or properly taking into account the fact that you haven't spoken to that many people before. FH: About this girl. FH: If talking to her is a step ouside your comfort zone just by itself, then no, you shouldn't try to embellish your image at all cause that's just gonna give you even /moʊr/ to worry about. FH: So just keep it real! She's SUPER NICE, is the thing. The nicest! FH: I bet she likes you fine the way you are! Ellipses and all. RB: You think....? RB: Well.... ok.... RB: .... RB: She didn't seem to... RB: ... she didn't not like me.... RB: .... hum... RB: Oh... RB: .... it's finished loading... RB: I'll... RB: I will talk to you later... RB: ... and... RB: Thanks.
Ah, of course, interlacin' them hauberks. Sounds... fundamental.
Really, you are just astounded by how unbelievably slow your LAPTOP is. You were kinda hoping to swoop in and rescue Bic in a dramatic flash of chivalry, but it looks like that's off the table. Sure... Sure hope she's still alive, over there. But hey, you know what? This setback doesn't mean you can't still be the best damn server player ever.
Actually... come to think of it, you know just how to pass the time as you wait for the program to load. Surprise! It involves Pesterchum! But it involves the very specific pestering of a very specific chum, someone who carries a special pride of place within the group. As a leader, you've got to be able to recognize and make use of every potential resource among your followers. What better way to count down the minutes until you can start acting as Bic's server player than to consult with the very first among you to take up a server's duties?
-- forteHolder [FH] began pestering biomechArtisan [BA] --
FH: /psssssssst/ FH: Hey, Atreides. Smart one. Mr. Answers. My eye in the sky! FH: Do you have a minute? I have a question. FH: Actually, come to think of it, two questions, but one of them is really quick. BA: Oh hey, Flynn. Yeah, how may I be of assistance? BA: Other than being an Alan Parsons Project song, that is. XD FH: Well the really quick question is: have you talked to Bic recently? FH: Actually, really quick sub-question: do you know Bic? delphicVoyager? I'm not sure whether you guys are chums. BA: Yeah, I do know her. Haven't gotten around to talk to her lately, though. Irons, fire, etc etc. BA: Why? FH: /oʊ ʌ:/ FH: Well, never mind! It's fine. She's probably fine. I'm like 80% sure she's fine. FH: I just need to be about 20% surer that she's fine. But hey, you haven't talked to her, no big deal! FH: How -- How are you? Are you fine? FH: Is everything fine? FH: (This isn't my other question but I'm sure we'll come upon some graceful way to transition to that.) BA: Let me put it this way. I've just had a sequence of close calls with Death involving Meteors, Imps and... Whatever the hell the thing they fused into was, I've been momentarily disarmed, and now I need to find a new weapon so I could level-grind and harvest enough Grist to get anywhere in this game. BA: Words fail me. Really. BA: Wake up in the morning, thinking it's just another day and the next thing you know you find out the owl nesting in your backyard is dead, there's an incoming boulder-sized chunk of stardust with your name on it, and it's up to you to restore balance to a world half inhabited by biology's worst nightmares and half inhabited by sentient machines that would make SKYNET cold-sweat. BA: MLIA. FH: What, you're playing the game now too?? Sheesh! FH: No, that's okay, I forgive you. FH: /aɪ min/ FH: What I meant to say is, I /kəmɛnd/ you for showing such initiative! Yeah! The more intel we can gather on this game early, the better, I say!! FH: So, what, you're hanging out with Whitehearst? Have you not found him yet? There's totally a thunderstorm wherever he is. Can you see dark clouds off in the distance?? You should go find him. FH: You know. Because he'll get a GAME OVER in like five minutes without someone guarding his back. BA: Nothing resembling a thunderstorm. There is however a rather ominous-looking floating castle. BA: Not that it really matters. Shiro's on a different planet. FH: Really?? Are you sure? Planets are pretty diverse. FH: Biomes and all that. Maybe he's just on a different continent. BA: I don't think so. BA: If I'm getting this correctly, each player in a session gets their own planet and their own personal quest that's designed to challenge them - and apparently all these quests connect somehow into one big cluster*eff!* which is... whatever this game is about. BA: You know, besides evading meteors and all that jazz. BA: But yeah... I can't really see Shiro right now - he's out exploring his planet and my view as a server player is sort of restricted to his house at the moment. BA: Judging by the Grist Cache, though, he seems to be out fighting underlings still. FH: Man, we're all on different planets? How are we ever going to find each other? FH: What are we now, astronauts?? This sucks! FH: After I heard from Whitehearst, I must have kinda gotten the idea that playing the game would mean we'd all get a chance to meet each other face-to-face. And, you know, I thought that sounded legit! I was totally looking forward to that, especially / / FH: um, FH: No, never mind. Whatever. It's cool. Flying solo. Lone wolf. That's cool. Most of these chumps would just drag us down anyway, right Atreides? BA: Since there's some greater overarching goal, I can only assume the planets are connected somehow... BA: But I'm not quite sure how it works myself. I'll let you know when I know more - if you don't find out yourself first. XD BA: I also get the feeling that if there's anything resembling wolves on this planet they'd probably have at least four eyes and be like part bug or something. @_@ FH: Oh, okay, that's good. FH: Man, I got to hurry up and start playing this game or all the good planets will be taken. Whitehearst with the lightningrod mountains, you with the Terminator stuff... FH: I guess everyone gets a planet to which they have some vague thematic connection? That's neat. I wonder what my planet'll be like. I bet it'll be... uh... made completely out of Legos! Bitchin'! [/font]