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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 4, 2010 19:07:16 GMT -5
So this guy's stood in his room, looking pretty nonchalant. Look at him there, in his shades and his scarf with his hair perfectly done. He's excited. Today's a big day. Not because he's getting a year older or a new family member or anything like that. Man, if something like that happened, he's probably handle it like everything else. Drinking.So, what's this guy's name then?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 5, 2010 15:54:17 GMT -5
pF: Screw your name, crack open a beer. You're the boss.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 6, 2010 9:18:58 GMT -5
... He's not even acknowledging this as a name. Sort of cool as a nickname, but... No, try again. Wow! Good guess! You are completely correct! This boy's name is Bustin Jieber. He's sort of excited. Well, as excited as he can be about whatever's going on. One of his buddies told him about some COMPETITION to enter a while ago and he won one of the ELEVEN prizes. Some title or something, and he got the "BEST POWER SET" with a guy who could fly and throw fire. I mean, what? That was what it took to impress the judges? Pssh. Needed a GOOD STIFF DRINK after that. But whatever. He's just chilling in his room right now, waiting for someone to call in and shoot the breeze with him. Maybe he should do something to occupy his time...
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 6, 2010 15:52:12 GMT -5
pF: Push that bed against the wall. The Feng Shui is awful. Okay sure. Good call. He takes down his poster too and puts it somewhere out of sight. Just for now, though. PF: Break the bed by jumping on it. Bed's sturdy. This is so much fun though. Bounce bounce bounce.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 9, 2010 19:32:00 GMT -5
PF: Allocate broom/mop/giant paintbrush to strife specibus. Sure thing. While he's at it, he moves his bed back. It just didn't feel natural like that.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 23, 2010 17:34:53 GMT -5
Bustin: Get on Pesterchum, and insult somebody relentlessly for something. Whoa what's that... Someone's pestering you. -- damnableNarcissist [DN] began pestering prismaticFashionista [PF] --
DN: say there boyyyyyyy PF: oh hey sup DN: nada mucho mon frere DN: trilingual all up in here PF: oh man you and your languages PF: it takes a good drink to keep up with you PF: sort of DN: better pop those bottles then PF: beatcha to it DN: attaboy PF: man you know it DN: have you gotten your game yet PF: not yet i got distracted PF: stuff was happening DN: by stuff do you mean you rearranged your room again PF: yeah that DN: you need to chill with that PF: and beer happened DN: pick a layout and stick man DN: oh PF: no way man PF: you gotta switch it up! DN: wutev PF: keep it live and interesting DN: i think it's just because you puke everywhere DN: and you have to shuffle things to cover the piles DN: but wutev DN: i don't judge PF: no way man PF: i know how to handle my beer PF: or cider DN: sippin on that apple juice DN: hard liquor DN: watch out for this guy PF: oh man i ran out of hard liquor PF: can you send me some or something? DN: you should go grab some DN: and get your game too DN: i need to find mine PF: i'm sure i got told to download the game PF: i think PF: i heard download around the same time as the game DN: well you got told again then PF: i don't even know man PF: i've slept since then DN: you are a piece of work PF: artwork i hope DN: yeah man PF: sure you could make some fuckin' art out of my life DN: mona lisa all over PF: damn right PF: except i'm not some random woman PF: who looks pissed about something DN: right-o DN: you're a man, boy PF: damn right i am DN: whos too cool for school PF: you know it DN: ye DN: s PF: damn man i'm still hung up about that contest DN: what DN: you're hung up? DN: that's girly talk PF: like confused man DN: take a shot DN: oh PF: good idea DN: i guess DN: i don't really agree with a lot of the results DN: i don't think anyone took it seriously PF: okay yeah that'd explain why i won something DN: it's the only explanation PF: i know man PF: dude who has fire powers nowadays DN: so crazy PF: what did you win anyway? DN: good question PF: go check man PF: while i crack open another beer DN: go forth and do so PF: shit PF: beer is in the kitchen PF: gotta make sure my friend's not around PF: so PF: i guess i'll catch you later DN: werd
-- prismaticFasionista [PF] ceased pestering damnableNarcissist [DN] --
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 9, 2011 13:36:27 GMT -5
What... Something is happening on your desk. Something colourful. Somethat that sounds an awful lot like a cat. Computer left intentionally appalling.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 14, 2011 19:05:22 GMT -5
You're the boss -- 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 [PF] has ceased pestering apotropaicReverie [AR] --
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 15:12:58 GMT -5
You are avoiding using images, since you still can't figure out Windows 7 Paint Out of all of your friends, sometimes you think that only you can stand talking to Kitten for long periods of time. Sure, she might TASTE LIKE DIABETES[/font] but you're usually to tanked to be bothered by that. . Bustin: Go to the kitchen. You're the boss. You leave your room and make your way down the stairs. It's a shame you're not using images. There's some awesome paintings and drawings and pictures hanging up. Maybe you'll get to see them properly when you can figure out how to use Paint. Bloody Windows. Oh well. You descend the stairs quickly, and pass through to the kitchen. You guess you'll give Paint another shot while you're here. Oh Jesus Christ you look like a tool.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 17:11:36 GMT -5
Bustin: Be pesterfromnowhere'd. Huh.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 17:29:36 GMT -5
-- biomechArtisan [BA] began pestering prismaticFashionista [PF] --
BA: Hey, Bustin, do you perchance know anyone with the chumhandle lunarWindrunner? PF: sup colin hows the drawing going? PF: uh don't think so PF: whyd you ask? BA: It went okay for a bit, then everything kind of sort of went downhill. BA: It was a bit of a metaclysm, to be honest. BA: Anyway the reason I'm asking is that this LW person randomly contacted me out of no where and said some things about me being out of synch with my dreamself or something. BA: I'd probably think of that as a trolling attempt of some sort, but it didn't feel like someone trying to pull my leg. This felt genuine. BA: Plus the timing of it... PF: what the fuck is a dreamself? PF: whoever it was was trolling you so hard PF: i mean who ever heard of a dreamself PF: the closest thing to a dreamself is the drunken stupor when all i see is green BA: ... Did you just say Green? BA: ... This is going to sound ridiculously random, but is it like... kind of just under the surface green? Like one of those fiber-optic cables? And changes hues sometimes, every once in a while even changing color completely? PF: yeah sort of PF: it's like sometimes it's bloody vibrant PF: and sometimes its like a dull glow or something PF: it's hard to make out properly PF: i only ever see it when i pass out from being tanked PF: how do you know so much about it? BA: My dreams do that. A lot. The battle grid I imagine when I practice strife moves has the same sort of effect. And... BA: Yeah. Right before this LW person contacted me I had a few green flashes. Like... In reality. My room just morphed around me for a second into the sort of scenery I get in my dreams. Event monitors, control panels, trackers showing a hell of a lot of worlds... BA: I've been feeling crazy tired lately too. Almost like I'm awake in two places at the same time and wherever it is I'm at is starting to leak into real life. BA: It's almost like Inception gone horribly wrong. @_@ PF: man that is fucked up PF: i only see green when i've been drinking PF: event monitors? PF: what are they showing? what events? PF: i'm sort of confused right now PF: are you sure you havent been drinking? PF: oh wait no you don't drink do you, sorry BA: Effed up it indeed is. BA: As for the Event monitors... well. They show a lot of things. Worlds, people - downright alien most of the time. But there are lots of recurring elements. Gold and Purple moons, for example. And... Well... BA: Worlds being scythed clean of life by massive meteor bombardments through... well. Portals with a Spirograph pattern. BA: I've been having a hell of a lot of recurring dreams lately in which I've been observing these monitors. Studying patterns and the like. And whatever it is I notice seems to be worrying me more and more. BA: Things have been getting more and more stressful/urgent with every passing night, too. BA: Then I wake up feeling like I barely even slept. Sometimes the energy drain just hits me later during the day, but yeah. PF: hold on PF: spirograph PF: funny blue circle thing? PF: looks like a flower in the middle? BA: Not always blue, but yeah. Like the logo for this bloody game that we all won. Only reason I took some interest in it actually. BA: You know me. Sims/MMORPGs ain't my thing. But this is just... TOO surreal to be a coincidence. PF: the spiral thing PF: i've seen it before PF: in the green PF: i just thought it was a fucked up flower PF: what PF: fuck PF: sorry colin PF: someone's messing around my house PF: gotta go kick my friend out i think PF: wish me luck
-- prismaticFashionista [PF] ceased pestering biomechArtisan [BA] --
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 17:32:33 GMT -5
Or rather, FRIEND found you!
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 18:04:23 GMT -5
Bustin: Scrutinize friend. See if there are details on his appearance that indicate what he may have been up to. Like, maybe paint or chicken blood or something. He's a she, but you already knew that. There she is. As you well know, that knife is just for show. She uses it to look impressive. And as you also well know, she doesn't need to try to look impressive. Her prowess with any strife specibus you could mention far outweighs your own, except for your chosen specibus. BroomKind is the one weapon she has never mastered, which makes you giggle a little bit. She has the knife. The challenge has been set down. What will you do?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 22, 2011 18:39:07 GMT -5
Bustin: Do some activity not typically associated with kitchens. Fight the power. Sure thing. Except "Fight" means "Strife". And "Power" means "Friend" She is taunting you. NaginataKind is her strongest kind, but she always holds back. She thinks she'll hurt you. She usually does. WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 27, 2011 9:51:02 GMT -5
Bustin: CLEAN-OFF. Whoever does more to make the house sparkle in thirty minutes is the victorYou keep one around for this reason, and this reason alone. After all, your friend can't resist any kind of competition. It's why you stopped having drink-offs. She kept on drinking all your booze and you'd have none left. She accepts that challenge, and absconds to the living room so she might thoroughly clean every surface imaginable. Of course, you have no intention of cleaning the house. It was just a ruse to get her to do it for you. Instead, you check the fridge for alcohol.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 27, 2011 18:03:42 GMT -5
So, what'll it be?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 27, 2011 19:21:26 GMT -5
Bustin: Find Narnia in the fridge. Okay... seriously need to do some food shopping. Nothing in the fridge. Maybe there's some leftovers somewhere. Maybe you can challenge your friend to a FOOD SHOPPING-OFF and restock. What have we got here... Aslan..? Realize that it is not actually Narnia you're just really quite drunk. No, wait, you put this in your fridge ages ago. It's your SECRET BELIEF that Narnia isn't fake and is just waiting to invite you. Your love for Narnia is shown in your fridge. Even though you know it's fake... Bustin: Get in the fridge anyway. Can't hurt to check.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 28, 2011 18:30:29 GMT -5
Stella it is. You grab those too And mix them all together. Hmm... Not bad. You think you'll call it a STELLA SCREWDRIVER.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 9, 2011 15:04:33 GMT -5
Better go check on your friend. See how she's getting along with her cleaning. Bustin: Discover that she's sinking in a pit of quicksand. Man the living room is a mess. Oh now this is just ridiculous. She's in one of her portable quick sands. You don't even know why she has these. They're a nightmare to clean up because sand gets everywhere. You know full well she can pull herself out of that sand. Seriously, get out of there. Luckily, you know she still wont abandon her CLEAN OFF CHALLENGE so at least you don't have to worry about having to get rid of the sand yourself.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 9, 2011 15:19:09 GMT -5
Bustin: Realize that sometimes, just sometimes, your life don't make a fragment of sense. Yeah. ... You usually drink to save yourself from those moments of realization. But seriously, your friend needs to get out of there.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 9, 2011 16:24:01 GMT -5
Bustin: If only you had some kind of long, rigid implement by means of which -- your friend firmly grasping one end and you tugging at the other -- you could hoist her out of the quicksand and to safety! ... Bustin: Zip your pants back up, that's not what I meant. ... Even your friend seems concerned. And angry. God dammit you are running out of booze.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 9, 2011 16:53:27 GMT -5
Looks like someone's pestering you! -- delphicVoyager [DV] began pestering prismaticFashionista [PF]. --
DV: So Bustin DV: I was jumping on my bed, DV: and was for some reason reminded of you. DV: That said, 'sup? PF: there is basically nothing better than jumping on your bed PF: except maybe alcohol AND jumping on your bed PF: make sure you don't spill though PF: how's it going Bicé? DV: Can't say I'm fortunate enough to know the feeling of the latter, DV: Though maybe some day. DV: Some daaayyyyyy. DV: I'm doing pretty well, waiting on my dearest server player to get back to be so we can start this bidnuss of SBURB. DV: And yourself? PF: my friend's sat in a portable quick sand waiting for me to help her out PF: she can get herself out though PF: so i'm gonna drink my stella screwdriver while i wait PF: you get your disc then? DV: So.. DV: So you're watching your friend sinking DV: in quicksand DV: in your house? DV: I am choosing to treat this as a commodity. DV: Very good. DV: And yeah, my Uncle was kind enough to leave my mail in my room for me this morning, cutting out any unnecessary middle-man I suppose. DV: Very helpful. DV: Have you got the game yet? PF: portable quick sand. i have no idea where she gets it or why she even has it PF: i havent got mine yet PF: i have too much to do PF: by too much i mean drinking PF: i have drinking to do DV: This is completely valid reasoning to me. DV: You said Stella Screwdrivers? DV: Very naice. DV: Stella is a good reason to not do a lot of things. PF: it was an urge. mixing a sonic screwdriver with a bottle of stella PF: i also had an urge to drink to ignore the fact that my life doesn't make any fucking sense sometimes PF: what even is a portable quick sand PF: and does it matter when i have a stella screwdriver in my hand? PF: henceforth it will be called the SS. i am drinking SS. DV: That was deep, man. DV: Real deep. DV: Philosophy maaaaaaannnnnn. DV: Also I was suddenly imbued with the urge to watch Doctor Who. DV: I blame you for this. PF: indulge the urge PF: i would if i wasn't face to face with a half burried chick who's supposed to be cleaning my house PF: i need to remember to challenge her to a fridge-restocking-off too DV: Competing again? DV: Just a thought, but... DV: Shouldn't you maybe help her? PF: she can get out herself PF: i really don't know why she does this PF: she knows that i know she can get out herself PF: as long as she didn't discover any of my reading material or break anything i don't even care that she's quicksanding my floor PF: ... except for, y'know, sand DV: Fair point. DV: I'm just kinda curious as to why she felt the need to deploy the uh, portable trap in the first place DV: And then decide to get in it. DV: What were the thought processes there I don't even PF: i'll never know PF: looks like she's getting out of it now PF: guess i'll catch you later PF: gotta challenge her to a shopping-off next PF: laters, Bicé DV: That sounds outrageously awesome. DV: Have fun Bustiiinnnnn~
-- delphicVoyager [DV] has ceased pestering prismaticFashionista [PF] --
Oh hey, your friend refilled your drink for you while you were catching up with Bicé. That was nice of her! You knew she was your friend for a reason. Oh wait she's got the knife again. Why does she have the knife out? Bluh.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 16, 2011 12:58:14 GMT -5
Bustin: Discover that in her determination to clean out every nook, she's come upon something she shouldn't have. Your friend presents a copy of Twilight to you. You thought you'd hidden that really well under the sofa. You still remember buying it. For two quid, while heavily intoxicated and buying more alcohol. Oh well. You can throw it in the fire later. No big.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 19, 2011 13:42:47 GMT -5
Bustin: Discover that she's cleaned too vigorously and caused property damage. ... That bitch.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2011 8:54:25 GMT -5
Your drink... It tastes a bit funny... Nap time.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2011 13:54:11 GMT -5
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