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Post by Hamuu on Sept 5, 2010 14:39:11 GMT -5
The room said just about as much as it didn't say. There were large storage bins in one corner of the room each filled to the brim with neatly folded clothing. The other corner had a dual monitor computer, but no desk. Everything was simply in the corner on the ground, hooked up, and running in sleep mode.
The center of room was scattered with dirty clothes, random knickknacks, and board games. The remaining two corners featured a rather nice home entertainment center (everything stacked on the ground) and in the final corner was a bed fashioned from pillows and wadded up blankets.
And who's this fool sleeping right there? How can he sleep on such an important day. He should be boiling with excitement not frolicking in lala land.
Whatever, let the stupid fat kid sleep. What's his name anyway?
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Post by Hamuu on Sept 6, 2010 0:33:53 GMT -5
Of course your name is... wait... not cool. Not. Cool. Royce Blitherspoon is your name, of course. You knew that but you were too busy sleeping to think about it. But seriously on a day like today how could any, anyone sleep... tsk tsk. Something's happening, blurry visions of something begin to swirl in your field of vision. You open your eyes. You're in you're room. Duh. It's just stupid to think you'd go to sleep and wake up somewhere else. Where else would you wake up? The moon? You're dumb for even thinking that. Gosh. Now that that's out of the way, what to do...?
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Post by Hamuu on Sept 6, 2010 0:51:50 GMT -5
Royce: Describe random knickknacks. Well there's a bunch, mainly just random stuff you find usually. There's the mug you found in your front yard, plain white with no writing. The multitude of dinosaur toys you found buried in the park when you ran away from home a few years ago. A container holding every ball bearing you have ever found. The rest is just random and hasn't been touched since the dropped it on your floor after first finding it. However, there is one knickknack you have that you prize beyond any other item you own. Sitting in the center of the room, near a currently in-progress Risk game, is a panda plushy. You're not sure exactly where you found it, in fact you don't even know when you found it. It just kind of appeared one day next to the Risk board game which you promptly set up and challenged the panda to its first game. Since then you haven't won any of the thirty-eight matches which can sometimes take months to play and finish.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2010 17:46:51 GMT -5
It’s not your turn though. You can’t move until the General has finished declaring what and where he’s attacking. Then he has to move soldiers around. You can’t just break the rules and take your turn now. Royce: Continue ridiculous game of risk against General T. L. Panda. The only way the General can play out his turn though is if you help him. His little plushy arms are too short and stubby to really reach across the board and do everything for him. You know exactly where your weakest defense is and, because he is such an astute player, you know the General must be planning to attack there. You help him set up his strike; he already holds Australia, North America, and South America. On the other hand you hold Asia, Europe, and Africa. He’s forced you to deal with small skirmishes up to this point, keeping your forces from ever really growing while he on the other hand has steadily built up a sizeable force on New Guinea. You know his attack was coming soon so you pulled as many soldiers as you could spare from the front lines to help in your defense. The problem for you is the General is relentless. He won’t just attack from there; he’ll strike at you on all your boarders, to make sure that if he can’t break you this turn then he’ll destroy you on the next. His little plushy brain is a steal trap you’ve never been able to out maneuver. Royce: Captchalogue General T. L. Panda. You decide to postpone your defeat. After all, it’s not like something is going to happen that’s so catastrophic that you’re never able to finish your match. Instead you decided to Captchalogue the General and take him along with you today. However, as you go to do so the general outwits you and manages to catch your shoulder and just hang there. That’s fine by you. The two of you will still be able to hang out and it keeps a spot free in your inventory. rB: Captchalogue knickknack. Before leaving you do however succeed in Captchalogueing the dinosaur toys as well as the ball bearings. Who knows what you may need them for. RB: Leave room, find sandwich You are starting to get kinda hungry. As you traverse the house you see that it’s pretty much the same as always. Vases on the floor with flowers in them, stacks of books with no book shelves in site, every where you look it’s your normal furniture-less house. In the kitchen you dig through the coolers till you find one of your Lunchables sandwich kits. You would offer some to the General but you know he’d reject your pathetic human food. RB: Find a shield and equip it As you throw your leftovers away you see the trashcan lid you lost a few weeks ago. You quickly retrieve it, placing it in your shieldkind slot. Much better, now you feel invincible. Well not completely invincible. You still have never been able to properly fend off your Nanny-Bot. Royce: Discuss your Guardian. Speaking of which, that’s a subject you don’t really like speaking of. You’ve dawdled long enough now. You better hurry before Nanny-Bot catches you outside your room again. You can already hear the electronic whirr of her motor getting near.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 21, 2010 19:10:09 GMT -5
Royce: Keep us abreast of how your fetch modus works. You can't just captchalogue things and retrieve them willy-nilly. That would be so boring. Of course how silly could you be! You use the best fetch modus ever invented. The DEWEY SHELF MODUS. As of right now you have 9 cards. Arranged as so – SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a ---] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a ---] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {trashcan lid} But once you captchalogued the dinosaurs you had this – SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a ---] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {trashcan lid} Then you captchalogued the ball bearings – SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {trashcan lid} Then it gives each item call numbers based on where they fall in the Dewey Decimal System – SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {trashcan lid} Looks like right now you were lucky to captchalogue them already in order. However had you gotten the ball bearings first and then the dinosaur toys, once the call numbers had been assigned, they would have switched places to be in order. It’ not that important. It will later on when we get more items but that will be explained once we get more items. At this point you can access cards 1a, 2a, and 3a at any time. Royce: Find the General irresistable He is cute and adorable. I mean, who can’t find such a small plushy, of a panda no less, to be the most irresistible thing ever. Royce: Share passionate kisses with the General You look left. You look right. No ones there. No one will know of this tender and forbidden moment between you and the General. You take him gently in your hands and slowly lean in. You quickly smack yourself across the face. Hard. You know it’s what the General would have done had he been able to do it himself. He doesn’t accept tomfoolery on his watch. You apologize and place him back on your shoulder where he belongs. He has shown mercy by not ending you right then and there. Royce: AND THEN NANNY-BOT COMES IN You wasted too much time with explanations and money business. You can hear her electronic wheels bearing down on you now. You produce your trashcan lid-shield and ready yourself as you watch the doorway. Just as it seems the electronic squeal can get no louder it stops. Steadily you edge forward and peek out the door. Noting in the hallway – OH MY GOD! Her steel chassis erupts out of the wall in front of you, her metal arms flailing around wildly. In your fright you stumble backwards against one of the coolers. All you can do is hold up your shield as she bears down on you. ~ SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {trashcan lid}
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 12, 2011 12:17:54 GMT -5
You stand up with newfound courage. Royce: STOP! I am sick of this! I have every right to leave my room whenever I want! Now stand aside! Nanny-Bot: BEEP!
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 12, 2011 12:29:59 GMT -5
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Nanny-Bot regards you for a moment. If you didn't know better, you'd think the machine might actually be contemplating your reasonable argument. However you know it's actually transmitting everything you just said to your agoraphobic father.
Nanny-Bot: Boop.
The bot picks you up in one steel hand and plucks your shield from you in the other. It wheels back into the kitchen and neatly places the trashcan lid back in place.
Royce: Oh come on! I need that. Nanny-Bot: Boop-eep. Royce: Sigh.
The wind rushes past you as your steel clad keeper zooms through the hallways and back upstairs to your room where it unceremoniously chucks you inside.
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 12, 2011 12:41:16 GMT -5
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You can't find it in you to be angry. After all, Nanny-Bot is only doing what it's programmed to do. In your fathers defense, he does have a condition. It's not his fault he can't leave the house out of fear. Though, it's frustrating. The only glimpses you get of the outside is when you manage to scratch a little of the black paint off the windows before Nanny-Bot patches it up with a new coat.
As you walk across the room you hear a horrible crunching sound beneath your feet. You look down and see the two simple packages. It's the game you've been waiting for! No wonder Nanny-Bot found you so quickly, it had just brought your mail and saw that your room was empty.
You pick up the packages, you can tell one of the discs is broken into several pieces. You're not to broken up about this, you can always use one of your dads machines to fix it later. But this does bring up a new problem. Now that the games are finally here you have no reason not to install pesterchum now. You look at your computer fearfully. For some reason... you just... Something tells you that doing this is going to lead to a lot of trouble that you kind of don't think you are ready for....
SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS) Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {empty}
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 15, 2011 18:16:15 GMT -5
Royce: Reflect upon the piece of writing with which you won an award on the forum. Which award was it? What kind of writing? You’re careful to make sure none of the broken disc pieces fall out of the package. You place it off to the side and keep the good, not-broken disc with you as you lay down in front of your computer and turn it on. As the screen loads your eyes drift lazily over the small piece of paper attached to the disc packaging. You peel it off and read it to yourself. Dear Royce,
Congratulations once again for your hilarious entry that took first place in the silly poem contest. As we promised, here is your prize. If you- You toss the letter aside without finishing. It still bothers that the poem you wrote about your nightmares won an award for silliness. However, what point is there to get mad? What’s done is done and hey you still won. Royce: Install Pesterchum, ya wuss. The sound of your computer prompting you to log on breaks you out of your thoughts. You type in your password and the first thing you see is the Pesterchum Installer you downloaded but never actually got around to using. You hover over it for a moment with the mouse before double clicking it to start the process. Royce: Browse the forum. Maybe someone who's online there will also be on Pesterchum and can be your FIRST EVER CHUM. While it installs you look over everyone currently browsing the forums. You heard that a few of them already knew each other kinda. However you only have one post on this site and it was your submission. So far you have yet to actually make any friends on this site. If you are going to randomly pick someone and start messaging them it might as well be one of the other winners since they are the only people who you can currently play the game with. You skim the list… wow there’s a bunch of you. Who to pick? SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {empty}
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 15, 2011 18:25:44 GMT -5
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You consider asking the General but you are pretty sure he'd just tell you to stop being such a pansy and act like a man.
He is soooo wise.
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 17, 2011 1:43:47 GMT -5
Royce: Pester this guy named "forteHolder". He sounds... authoritative. Definitely someone who can bear the weight of your nagging dependency issues. This guy, forteHolder, looks he might be fun to talk to. Even the General approves, albeit silently. -- randomButter [RB] began pestering forteHolder [FH] --
RB: ello, hi i hope i am not bothering you RB: I HAVE NEVER MESSED WITH THIS STUFF BEFORE AND WANTED TO TEST IT OUT RB: Oops, sorry about that. Must have accidentally hit the caps lock. RB: Anyways, I saw you were also a contest winner like me and thought I should say hello... RB: since I guess we will all probably be playing this game together soon... RB:... lol.... RB: I am sorry... I ramble when I get nervous.... FH: /hu ɑr yu hu ɑr yu hu ɑr yu hu ɑr yu/ FH: Oh! Wait. I remember you. FH: You won Best Comedy, didn’t you! Man, that poem was gold. RB: Oh... yeah... well that poem was... RB: It wasn't.... supposed to.... RB: I... Yeah... funny funny stuff... RB: Ha Ha... RB: .... FH: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! FH: SUCH funny funny stuff. I especially loved the part where the kid was reaching up to his father and just kept getting pushed away. Priceless! RB: I... RB: ... RB: .... RB: So.... Have you maybe... RB: ... The game we won... RB: Have you played it yet...? FH: Wow, you’re humble, aren’t you? Hey! I can respect that. You want to talk about stuff other than your awesome poem which I thought for sure was gonna win Audience Favorite, that’s cool! FH: /aɪm daʊn/ FH: (That was “I’m down”. I realized it kind of looks like “aim down” to the uninitiated.) FH: No, I haven’t played the game. I don’t even have the disc yet. Or – discs, right? Aren’t there supposed to be two of them? RB: Yeah.... there are two.... RB: I kinda..... well... I broke one of mine.... RB: ... I think it's the..... hum, I can't really remember.... RB: When they gave me... told me what my title was... RB: ... They also said... they told me one disc connects... RB: The other hosts... So I shouldn't need... RB: I should be fine.... using just one for now.... RB: ....right...? FH: You BROKE one of yours? Oh dude. FH: How did that happen?? RB: I didn't mean to.... RB: I accidentally... they were on the floor.... RB: and.... RB: .... RB: ...well... RB: My foot kinda... I stepped on one.... RB: It will be fine.... I can... RB: Well... my dad has these machines... RB: I can.... it'll be fixed later.... FH: Shit, man! What is your dad, some kind of technological genius wizard? FH: No wait, forget that, better question. FH: Which disc did you step on? Client or server? RB: I think.... server.... RB: I'll just... let me check.... RB: Yeah it was... RB: ...the server disc I mean... RB: ....the client disc is fine... RB: .... so yay....! RB: umm... well.... RB: Yay that I can.... that I'll be able to play... RB: <(''<) RB: (>'')> RB: <(''<) RB: (>'')> RB: ...that's.... it's suppose to look like.... RB: that's suppose to be me.... dancing... RB: cause I'm happy... RB: I'm rambling again... RB: ...aren't I....? FH: Yeah kinda. FH: Well! This is a setback but if you say your dad’s got magic future machines that can fix the server disc then I trust you. FH: We can deal with setbacks. What really matters is ATTITUDE. FH: What’s your name? Your actual name? I’m Flynn. RB: Oh... my name... RB: ... I'm Royce.... it's a pleasure to... RB: nice to meet you... RB: ...or well... talk to you... RB: I mean... RB: ... it's nice to talk to you... FH: Royce. FH: Are you going to play this game to win? RB: Win...? RB: ...yeah... I mean... well... RB: As long as we.... everybody has fun... RB: ....umm... RB: ...... RB: ... It's just a... it's just a game though... RB: ....right...? FH: Are you going to give this game everything you’ve got?? RB: Well... of course... RB: .... why wouldn't.... It would be silly not to.... RB: But... RB: .... is... RB: Is that... all you care about.... RB: ... winning...? FH: Are you going to be just as valued a boon to your teammates as respected a threat to your enemies??? RB: ... enemies...? It's just... a game... RB: None of it's real... RB: I.... I think you're... RB: ...you might be taking this... RB: it's just a... a simple game... FH: Royce! I’m just looking for some affirmation. FH: How hard are you going to rock at this game? That’s all I’m asking. RB: Oh... wow... you kinda... RB: You had me worried... lol... RB: ...well... RB: I guess... I will rock this... RB: as hard as... I can rock it... RB: .... :) FH: THERE we go. That’s the spirit! FH: We need more players like you. So capable and quick on the uptake! FH: Now listen close. I need you to do me a favor. RB: ... a favor...? RB: umm... yeah... RB: sure... What... RB: what is it...? FH: I have this friend. FH: He’s a little messed-up, and a little needy, and a little scattered, and I guess what I’m saying is he could really use a server player who’s steady and reliable and competent. FH: Plus he’s lonely as hell so he definitely needs more awesome pals like you. FH: So will you do me a major solid and be his server player? Once your secret alien cyber-magician father patches your disc back together, I mean. FH: I’d be eternally grateful and I know this kid would be too. RB: Well.... yeah... RB: I like to help... so... RB: Yeah... I would like... RB: ... I will help...! FH: Rolls, you are the best. FH: (Can I call you Rolls?) FH: The friend’s chumhandle is waterloggedComputron, and his real name is Tweak. FH: I think you should get in touch with him right away. Tell him you’d be really honored to be his server player. Only don’t mention me, okay? FH: I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of meddley meddler meddlefriend! RB: Rolls... well.. RB: umm.... sure... you can... RB: I guess you can... RB: ... I'll... I will talk to him... RB: Soon... Hopefully... I will... RB: ... um... thanks.. for.... RB: thanks for talking... to me... RB: It was nice... I enjoyed.... RB: ...I liked talking to you... FH: Oh the pleasure’s all mine! FH: And thanks again. I really appreciate it. FH: Talk to you later, Rolls!
-- forteHolder [FH] ceased pestering randomButter [RB] --[/font] Well, that was interesting. Maybe your poem was funnier than you thought. Though now that your poem is on your mind again... The way people talk about... No, lets think about something else, but what else to think about?
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Post by Hamuu on Feb 25, 2011 18:23:57 GMT -5
Royce: Think about your dad's machines. You’d rather not. You love your dad but you think sometimes he loves his machines more than you. He names each one of them, and remembers them all. He never remembers your name. Sometimes you wonder if he wished you had been born a robot. The only thing he has ever really done for you is build nanny-bot and she can be kinda – OMG She’s right there.You don’t like it when she sneaks up on you like that, but she’s only a robot so you cannot fault her for anything she doesn’t understand. What does she want?
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 4, 2011 16:50:47 GMT -5
===-==> Nanny-bot knows you’re being a good boy. And good boys don’t talk to strangers online, nor do they interact with people outside the house. But you’re being a good boy aren’t you. I know you are, and I know you won’t ever talk to those dirty outsiders. Ever. Unfortunately for Nanny-bot, she was never programmed to have a voice. Nanny-bot: Bzzrt beep beep boop beezeep, bip boop. Royce: .... Nanny-bot: Zeep zoop beep boop zzzzzrt. Royce: You’re trying to do your hypnotizing thing again aren’t you? Nanny-bot: Boop beep. Royce: Can you... Can you just leave me alone right now? Royce: Please? Nanny-bot: Boop boop, beep zzzzrt bzzzrt beep boop. Royce: Look I am not mad I just wanna be alone right now. Nanny-bot: Boop boop beep beep bip bip bzzzrt. Royce: Just leave. Nanny-bot: Beep beep boop. Royce: I said leave... Royce: NOW!!![/font]
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 4, 2011 17:04:46 GMT -5
===-==> The last thing you remember seeing before blacking out is the General tumbling through the air toward Nanny-bot[/color].
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:18:59 GMT -5
Royce: Wake up or something. Oh wow, thank goodness. You thought for a minute there something bad had happened. But if everything is alright why do you have a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach?
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:20:28 GMT -5
===-==>Oh.... That's why..... Sigh.... not again....
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:22:27 GMT -5
Royce: Examine nanny-bot, you may be free from it forever! Examining is not necessary, she is definitely kaput.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:29:33 GMT -5
Royce: Hug the general! He may have hurt himself in that fall! No, he doesn't get hug because this is the second time he has snapped and destroyed a bot. The first time was Maid-Bot. She was attempting to throw the General away because he was dirty. You blacked out then too, but no doubt when the General saw how sad you were to lose him he snapped and destroyed her. A few weeks later Nanny-bot appeared, picking up where Maid-Bot left off. Sometimes you think there is a darkness lurking beneath the surface of the General. Maybe more time around you will help calm the demon within him.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:34:01 GMT -5
Yeah, you better get out of here for now. The cleaner bots can get pretty rowdy when they start patching things up and you'd rather not get your toes ran over. Plus, you feel bad for Nanny-bot every time you look at what's left.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:36:05 GMT -5
===-==>Oh look, there they go. Zoom Zoom.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:39:49 GMT -5
Royce: Locate Nanny-Bot's secret collection of wigs. Well, you haven't heard anything about a secret collection of wigs... but maybe that's why it's a secret. However you have never been in her room before and now seems a morbidly opportune time. Wouldn't hurt to have a peak. The General kindly stands watch so no one sneaks up on you. He is really trying hard to get back into your good graces after what he just did.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:42:33 GMT -5
===-==>ROYCE: Onomatopoeia.[/b]
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:43:07 GMT -5
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:44:49 GMT -5
===-==>The door slides open you are blasted with cold air. Hum, I guess robots really don't need to worry about the temperature... Either that or her thermostat is broken and that's why she was always in your room all the time.
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Post by Hamuu on Mar 30, 2011 3:47:39 GMT -5
===-==>Wow... just.. wow. She really had nothing. Her "collection" was just a single wig and you have no clue who that is on the wall. Maybe you should have hung out with her more... She was only a robot, but she was at least trying to act human. SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS)Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {empty}
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Post by Hamuu on Sept 24, 2011 9:40:48 GMT -5
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Royce ventured further into the room, staring up at the photo on the wall. It looked like another robot somewhat similar in appearance to Nanny-Bot. This robot however seemed more alive.
Do robots have parents? Royce thought to himself. Parents…
The chill was starting to get to him so Royce picked up the large wig and draped it around himself like a blanket. He couldn’t remember his mom, his dad had said she died in childbirth. His father… well, he hadn’t been the same for a long time. Not since the accident.
A frown slowly etched itself across the young mans face. He didn’t like being alone. Sure he’d been by himself for a long time but at least Nanny-Bot provided the feeling of company. No, this was a new feeling, a feeling that told him for now he’d be on his own.
He didn’t like it.
SYLLADEX (DEWEY SHELF MODUS) Shelf 1 > [1a Dinosaur Toys(567)] [1b ---] [1c ---] Shelf 2 > [2a Ball Bearings(671)] [2b ---] [2c ---] Shelf 3 > [3a ---] [3b ---] [3c ---] STRIFE PORTFOLIO: shieldkind {empty}
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