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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 21, 2011 9:08:29 GMT -5
What... just happened? That bitch must have spiked your drink. Again.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 29, 2011 7:29:29 GMT -5
FOR NARNIAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 31, 2011 11:10:24 GMT -5
Now what is going on here? This is the most vivid your dream has been in a while. You already know you can't control anything here. What did you just say? You know you can't control anything here. As luck would have it though... Huh. You can fly, apparently. Looks like you're going to check something out. You approach your neighbour's tower. You have a remarkable talent for not meeting anyone here. Everyone is either gone or asleep. It gets quite lonely sometimes. You wonder how this neighbour is doing.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 3, 2011 7:40:24 GMT -5
Goddamn you hate when she suckerpunches you like that. A blackness that captures light like the souls of a thousand emos, and an abyss that shows your own as you stare into it. No sugar, for life is never that sweet, and no milk because it's never that bright. The unmarked cup, a clean slate for people to start with, stained an inky by the roasted beans. It feels a lot like the trials and tribulations required when creating a justice for all. A stain on every crack and chip, the white making way for black as people fall lower and lower into a cycle of destruction or backstabbing. "Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself... That is coffee." ~Famous Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth. You are 100% certain Edgeworth said that.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 23, 2011 7:50:13 GMT -5
Bustin: By which I mean, maybe check your computer. Looks like someone's trying to get in touch with you. -- forteHolder [FH] began pestering prismaticFashionista [PF] --
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 prismaticFashionista [F] --
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 23, 2011 8:00:02 GMT -5
What on earth is that boy drinking? Never hurts to check, though, you guess. ... So intense.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 28, 2011 9:05:41 GMT -5
Guess it's time to do some cleaning up, since your Friend disappeared to wherever. Now that's just ridiculous, of course you know how to use your sylladex properly. There's no way you'd ever accidentally captchalogue- God DAMMIT. You only have one thing captchalogued so that piece of trash isn't going anywhere any time soon. SYLLADEX (Deal Modus) [Twilight Book] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: broomKind {Broom} [/b]
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jan 19, 2012 11:50:24 GMT -5
Bustin: Only one solution. Housewide captchaloguing spree. Go go go. Good a plan as any, really. First you grab the coffee. Now you can definitely get something out of your sylladex. May as well grab that empty glass, too, since leaving it there's just messy. Bustin: Explore rest of home/apartment/whatever What's on the other side of this room... A pot full of fire stoking things, one of those weird air blower things that you've never used, a chimney brush and a table with a phone, a notepad and a pot of pens on it. SYLLADEX (Deal Modus) [Twilight Book] [Cup of Coffee] [Empty Glass] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: broomKind {Broom}[/b]
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 20, 2012 7:40:23 GMT -5
Bustin: Captchalogue weird air blower thing bellows. In case you need to, like, power a tiny sailboat. Okay, got that! Bustin: Equip CHIMNEY BRUSH to broomKind strife specibus. It's probably covered in like soot and stuff that'll blind your opponents when you smack 'em across the face with it. Huh, good idea! Bustin: Someone you know may be interested in that green dream you just had. You're right! Looks like it's time to pester your best bud Colin! -- prismaticFashionista [PF] began pestering biomechArtisan [BA]. --
PF: hey colin PF: got a minute? BA: Yeah. Yeah, I think I do. PF: alright awesome PF: remember saying about those weird green dreams or whatever PF: cause i just had one BA: Huh. BA: What sort of green dream? I mean, what happened? PF: im not sure PF: i mean my friend spiked my drink PF: that bitch PF: i challenged her to a clean off and Bicé was talking to me so my friend refilled my drink while i was talking to her PF: and suddenly i'm all passed out when she showed me my broken fairy wings BA: ... You do realize that sometimes, just sometimes, your life doesn't make a fragment of sense, don't you? PF: yeah i had one of those a couple minutes ago PF: or like half an hour ago PF: i think i've been out for a while PF: fucking friends BA: Well, at least you didn't engage in some kind of moonlit naginata battle to the death over a pit of portable quicksand (how the hell does she even get those anyway). BA: Assuming aforementioned friend IS the Bitch of Sand from the land of Quicksand and Oneupmanship, of course. PF: hahaha yeah you've got that one right PF: i mean seriously what even is she PF: cause she spiked my drink i passed out and i have this fucking strange dream PF: and... everything was green and covered in these weird wire things PF: i mean not covered, they were inside the walls and they kept on pulsating fucking white and green BA: Yeah, you definitely SOUND a bit wired. BA: Do you remember anything else? PF: well she suckerpunched me afterwards and knocked me out again PF: and the dream was a lot clearer for some reason and i could fly for some reason? PF: and i could remember everything while i was there like i went to this neighbour tower because i knew i had a friend there but i always just missed them PF: everyone was either asleep or just not there PF: then i woke up and got a coffee BA: Ah, yes, caffeine. Food of the Gods. BA: In all seriousness - interesting you mention towers. For the longest time a lot of my dreams started in a green bedroom in a tower somewhere. BA: Vaguely see-through walls, subtle play of light and color just underneath the surface. BA: And yeah, there were other towers - but I'm not sure I've ever attempted to check them out. BA: I think I was too busy obsessing over these event terminals and what I could learn from them. BA: Great load of bloody good the damn things did me in the end, though. x-x PF: what dyou mean PF: also did you get that message off whatshisface PF: forteHolder PF: whats up with him BA: What I mean is that I've entered the Medium... and let's just say I had a REALLY close call. BA: SBURB pulled a massive dick move involving imps fusing into something VICIOUS, and I lost my pipe wrench trying to defeat the end result of aforementioned dick move. BA: And yeah, I just talked to Flynn - forteHolder that is - although I'm not quite sure what message you're talking about. PF: the pipe wrench? that's no good PF: youve got skillz with the pipe wrench PF: and something about wartimeStrategist and meteors PF: i went and looked outside PF: no meteor PF: so intense. BA: Huh. I suppose he didn't send me that message because he figured I'd already know, what with being Shiro's - wartimeStrategist, that is - server player and all. BA: And yeah, "my" meteor - the one targeting my house - only got into visual range sometime after Kitten linked up as my server player. I think that's a bit of a constant with this game. BA: I had a bit of a narrow escape with that one. BA: tl;dr, it involved magic markers and dimension doors. BA: Doesn't really matter, your entry item will be different. You'll see what I mean when you actually start playing - I'm working on a quick reference guide, I'll link you up when I'm done. BA: And then I need to find a replacement weapon before I get besieged - again - by those bloody IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMPS! BA: (fistshakes for emphasis) PF: alright cool PF: ive got some stuff to do like getting my disc or whatever PF: so i guess i'll catch up properly in a bit PF: good luck
-- prismaticFashionista [PF] ceased pestering biomechArtisan [BA] --[/font] Well that was interesting. There's a lot of similarities between yours and Colin's dreams. Somehow, you don't think it's due to a similar level of alcohol in your blood streams. Imagine if you two could meet in person in that weird green land! Probably just a coincidence. Best ignore it for now. What next? SYLLADEX (Deal Modus) [Twilight Book] [Cup of Coffee] [Empty Glass] [Bellows] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: broomKind {Broom}{Chimney Brush}[/b]
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Post by Yoshimitsu on May 15, 2012 14:26:49 GMT -5
Wait, you just heard something... WHOOOOOOOOOOSH
THUNKAw hell no.
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