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**Legendary** · 03-05-2012, 01:20 AM

Cast:

Jason: Converse with--- Wait a second. No. Cameron: Observe where you are.

Sweet catch, dipshit. The light fades for CAMERON, and you (that is, CAMERON) find yourself on a VAST PLAIN. You weren't in KANSAS before, but you might be there now. It's hard to tell. A STRONG GUST blows past you, the only indication of motion in a world divided between the GREEN of the plain and the DARKNESS of the sky above you. And yet despite its ferocity, I feel like

This is a Land of Gale and Solace.

Cameron: Get pestered.

UT starts pestering you.

UC: Hey UT, looks like planting that flower transported me to an unknown place.
UC: Question: Can you still see me?
UT: Yeah.
UT: That's pretty incredible!
UT: Guess we're closer to making snailmail obsolete than I thought.
UC: Pfffft, one small step for Cam, one giant leap for mankind.
UC: But yeah, this place looks pretty sparse.
UC: Seriously can't see a damn thing for miles.
UT: I know it's a long shot... but do you have any idea where you are?

Cameron: Investigate.

Upon closer inspection, there is a LAKE in the distance.

UC: Hah, nah. This is completely unknown.
UT: Aside from not being in Kansas anymore.
UC: Alright, that reference has been secured.
UC: Wait a tic.
UT: Absolutely.
UT: That reference is locked down tight.
UT: Nobody will be able to take it for themselves now.
UC: I think I see something that's not an endless expanse.
UT: Sounds interesting.
UC: Shoosh, forget the reference.
UC: Yeah.
UC: You can't build anything else, can you?
UT: Still out of grist, yeah.
UT: But before you go off into the great unknown...
UC: I should bring a towel, right?
UT: This place is pretty empty... but there's no sign of civilization nearby.
UT: Oh, yes definitely.
UT: But I was thinking about protection.
UT: Have you allocated anything to your Strife Specibus yet?

UT: Zoom out for a better look.

Not much to see. Just endless prairies.

UC: What, for Staffkind?
UT: Is that what you're using?
UC: Yeah, pretty sure I left it lying around my place.
UC: Being a shitty bamboo staff.
UT: Well it's better than nothing if you get jumped by an Deer.
UT: Or maybe a bear or something.
UC: Fine, I'll go and retrieve the thing.
UT: Bears live in praries right? I don't really know.
UC: Oh, definitely. Bears frequent prairies all the time.

Cameron: Enter.

Didn't you already do that? Oh! You mean the house! Yeah! You head on back inside, and immediately hear something MOVING.

UC: Hey, you see anything?
UC: Pretty sure I heard some shuffling.
UT: Nope, just your house surrounded by a lot of yellowish grass.
UC: Or maybe that's just the paranoia gaining its grip on my psyche.
UT: Well you and your apartment just teleported here, so I guess some paranoia might be expected?
UT: I have no idea what that stuff does to the brain.
UC: Yeah, don't worry about it
UC: I'll keep looking for my staff.
UT: In case you were wondering, it doesn't look like your neighbors came with your apartment.

Cameron: Find your staff.

It's in the CLOSET, like JEREMY probably is. You also are now quite certain that the TERRIFYING NOISES are coming from your room.

UT: You're pretty alone out there.
UC: Are you saying my specific apartment got transported?
UT: That's what it looks like.
UT: Shitty building additions and all.
UC: Okay, definitely hearing some kind of ruckus coming from my room.
UT: Huh...
UC: I'm not alone in here.
UT: Maybe a neightbor broke into your apartment before it wooshed away?
UT: Hold on I'll check it out.
UC: Headed towards my room, is anything amiss?
UC: Besides the huge machinery and missing shelf, anyway.
UT: Um...
UT: Well. Your room is... kinda trashed.
UT: Like more than I trashed it.
UC: Moreso than it was before?
UC: Oh.
UT: Yeah.
UT: It's definitely not a bear.
UT: Or a deer.
UC: Is it a beer?
UT: They're certainly partying, but I don't see any beer.

Cameron: Enter.

Didn't you already do that? Oh! You mean the room! Yeah! You enter your room and find HORRIFYING MONSTERS. Or Imps. Or something.

They're... you know what? Look at the damn picture. It's RIGHT THERE. Anyway. They approach.

Cameron: Kick some ass.

You jab at the closest IMP with your staff, and it explodes into BLUE PRISMS. The other two Imps look ready to flee, but UT does something useful by picking up the BED to move it into the way. One Imp trips the other one to save itself, but runs under the BED and is crushed horribly. The third one falls to your staff. So simple. How could your first battle in this place not be simple?

Cameron: Level up!

For your valor, you ascend to the next rung of your ECHELADDER, the unenviable ACONILE spot. This is almost negligible, really.

UT: Awesome. You really owned those... things.
UC: Right.
UT: I think this calls for a high five.
UT: But how to do that...
UC: Shit, you know virtual high-fives are one of my many weaknesses.
UC: Oh.
UT: Here slap this book.
UC: Well okay, that works.
UT: Yes. And this mighty piece of literature is witness to the trans internet solidarity of awesome.
UT: Or something like that.

Cameron and UT: High-five.

You do so. It's awesome. You say you're awesome. God you two are getting full of yourselves. Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before being tossed halfway ac-- before a fall. Bitches.

Story: Introduce a new character if you don't like these ones.

You are suddenly pestered by one of your FRIENDS, flightySeraph.

FS: Heyyyyyy.
FS: Hey
FS: Heyyy
UC: Hey FS.
FS: Are you there
UC: Guess where I am.
FS: Hey you're there!
FS: Home?
UC: Here's this guy.
UC: Yeah, home.
UC: And where is my home?
FS: Okay. Grats?
FS: On the ground?
UC: In the middle of an endless plain.
FS: You live in the Midwest?
FS: Is... is there a point to this?
UC: Er, yeah.
UC: Basically saying that I got transported to an unknown place.
FS: Uh. What.
FS: I don't get it.
UC: And just got finished killing what I can only assume are the locals.
FS: That's... some diplomacy right there.
UC: You know that game that was released today?
UC: Pretty sure it had something to do with it.
FS: Yes! That's why I was contacting you. But why would a game transport your house?
FS: Wait a sec.
FS: You're playing the game without me?!
FS: I thought we were going to all play together!
UC: Sorry, it just kinda happened.
FS: Gah you suuuck
UC: And I don't think I could've waited for everyone to get their copy.
FS: Show a little patience!
UC: This device had a timer counting down before I was transported.
FS: So.. so your house ACTUALLY transported then.
FS: You weren't fucking with me.
UC: Yeeep. Can't be all fun and games all the time.
UC: So yeah, you're pretty much caught up on my predicament.
UC: Oh, right.
UC: Nearly forgot.
FS: Your house teleported to a field and you killed some people.
FS: This game sounds kickass. I should probably get around to installing it.
UC: Woah, now.
UC: Not people.
FS: Forgot what? Me?
UC: They were little blue creatures.
FS: You know this all sounds like some kind of joke but since it's not funny I'm going to go against my better judgement and believe you.
UC: This joke pile just keeps getting taller.
UC: Wait, you have your discs already?

Cameron: Hear more noises.

You do so, specifically some BANGING on the door. Apparently SBURB would be more accurately titled "Silent Prairie."

UC: Right, that's the thing I for-what was that.
FS: What was what?
UC: Ugh.
UC: If it isn't one thing, its another.
UC: Probably more of the local fauna.
FS: Fauna? Isn't that like flowers?
UC: No, not flora, fauna, but I digress.
UC: Pretty sure I'm about to get into some shit right now.
FS: Well you have fun dicking around with the game, then. I'm going to see if anyone else actually waited to play with me.
FS: Bye!
UC: Goodbye, hope I don't die.

Imps: Pour into the HALLWAY like so many GRAINS OF SAND.

Dear god why would you request so many Imps? You monster. So many. So many. You can't COUNT them all. Naturally your reaction is to SCURRY about grabbing all the stuff on the ground, like a fool. UT has a brain (like all SERVER players) and attempts to put a BED down, but of course, they just swarm over it. And under it. They're small.

Hell, when he throws BOOKS at them, they die but just keep coming.

Cameron: Abscond!

You jump out the WINDOW to safety. UT plugs the hole behind you. You're now OUTSIDESTUCK.

UT: You alright, Cam?
UT: Well, you look alright from my perspective at least.
UT: But I thought I'd check anyway.
UC: Yep, I'm still fine.
UC: Apart from being ousted from my home.
UC: Twice, technically.
UT: Fucking squatters.
UT: They are nothing like the Lollipop Guild.
UT: At.
UT: All.
UC: If only there were a yellow brick road.
UC: That would just cinch it.
UT: Heh yeah
UT: Oh, I'm being pestered.
UT: But they can WAIT FOR A MINUTE.
UT: I guess you should go exploring or something? Until things cool down at your house?
UC: Right, can come back later.
UT: Oh, on the plus side, we've got grist again. That seems to be what you picked up when you killed those guys.
UT: Only one thing though.
UC: Oh, right, its called Grist.
UC: Okay.
UT: I can't go very far away from your house.
UT: I you're standing just outside the limit of my influence actually.
UT: Got a red circle around the place and everything.
UT: So. You'll be going it alone.
UT: Be careful out there.
UT: And feel free to pester me any time, like always.
UC: Wait, no.
UT: What?
UC: I'm heading back in there.
UT: You are?
UC: Yeeeep.
UT: Alright...
UC: I'll try sneaking inside again, if you could help in any way that won't end with me getting injured
UC: that'd be grand.
UT: Well. Now that we've got grist again... I'll try to trap those guys in a doorless/windowless room.

UT: Block the wall.

You do so. It costs a bit of GRIST, but it's totally worth it bec- Because there are suddenly no Imps in that room anyway. You should have checked. Dammit.

You decide to tell Cameron before he makes an idiot of himself. He's already been all SOLID SNAKE in his own house while you weren't paying attention. Just pathetic.

UT: Dude, the... blue guys. They're all gone.
UT: All of them.
UC: Huh.
UC: I guess they are.
UT: Nice entrance though.
UC: Only the best.
UT: You looked prepared for an action movie.
UT: Only part of a video game
UT: That's also real.
UC: I was ready to rush in and start busting heads.
UC: But alas, there are no heads to bust.
UT: Just a bunch of 'Build' and 'Cobalt' Grist.
UT: Which is a type we have now.
UC: Two types?
UC: Alright.
UT: Yep.
UT: Alright, so things look pretty peaceful for the moment, I'm going to stop ignoring flightySeraph.
UT: Talk to you in a bit.
UC: Oh, right.
UC: Yeah, I'll be fine on my own.
UC: Wait.
UT: What.
UC: Did you fix my room?
UC: As in, can I get into it.
UT: Oh yeah.

UT: Do as instructed.

You put in a NEW DOOR and check your GRIST CACHE. There's stuff and things in there.

UT: Okay, taken care of.
UT: We have a lot of grist by the way.
UT: Alright, be back in a bit.

Cameron: Keep getting pestered.

Goddamn it is like PESTERCHUM CENTRAL in here.

AI: Hey
AI: You there?
UC: Oh hey armageddonInitiator.
AI: Hey
UC: How goes it?
AI: So I heard you got the game
AI: Oh, it goes well, it goes well...
UC: More like I'm in the game.
AI: SWEET
AI: This is exactly what I need
AI: I'm making a walkthrough for this game
AI: Could you give me some input on what happened?
UC: Well, my dog was killed and subsequently resurrected, my room was demolished, most of my books are gone, and I'm in some strange area.
AI: Well
AI: That's new
AI: Like your game avatar is in a new place?
UC: I mean myself.
AI: Wow
UC: Right, forgot to mention, was transported to this place.
AI: Sweet
AI: Teleportation
AI: Is your house the one in the news?
AI: The one hit by the meteor, but there's no wreckage?
AI: Oh Wait a sec, did you say your dog died and RESSURECTED?
UC: Right, she got crushed and enveloped by a seizure kernel.
UC: Well, crushed by something else.
UC: But enveloped by the kernel.
UC: Or ball.
AI: Seizure Kernel? Man, this game is more complex than I thought.
AI: You upgraded your starting gear yet?
AI: Because you know
AI: That's what any good player should do. Find a smithing glitch if you can and upgrade your gear to the max
UC: If by complex, you mean disquieting, then sure.
UC: And I have yet to do so, as I haven't had the opportunity.
UC: Being assailed by random creatures really help matters.
AI: Well you should probably get started. I'll bother other players for details for my waljthrough, since I think you could use this time to your advantage more by upgrading. Be sure to pester me and let me know how you did it and any tips or glitches you find.
AI: An Exploit would be suberb
UC: Alrighty. Goodbye, then?
AI: Man, this walkthrough is going to be great. I bet it's knowledge will be passed on the future generations.
AI: Or at least not get deleted by mods for once
UC: I bet.
AI: Goodbye and good luck
UC: Wait, a second.
AI: you need it
AI: Huh?
UC: Did you say meteor?
AI: Yeah, its all over the news
AI: GREAT BALLS OF FIRE PRECISELY OBLITERATE BUILDINGS
UC: There was a goddamn meteor about to hit me, is what you're saying?
AI: People are freaking out
AI: Yeah, I guess
AI: Oh no
AI: Is that a game thing then?
AI: Oh crap
AI: This is bad
UC: You're telling me.
AI: Gotta go get my stuff together so I can do that teleport thing you did ASAP
AI: Shit this is bad
AI: Im going to get so many views on my walkthrough!
AI: Good luck, and hope I get through like you did. Gotta find a Server player

Cameron: Head back to your room.

Yeah it's not like you're up to anything, so you might as well. Naturally, you start hallucinating and become convinced you're seeing your dead dog. It's the only way.

Hollysprite: Woof!

**Superdog** · 03-05-2012, 02:12 PM

AHHHHH THIS IS WONDERFUL.

**Varkarrus** · 03-05-2012, 04:03 PM

Whatever happened to my suggestion of having the cast's sprites be put at the top of every post so we can remember who is who?

:c

**General-jwj** · 03-05-2012, 04:16 PM

Originally Posted by Moldova in Eurovision 2011

Whatever happened to my suggestion of having the cast's sprites be put at the top of every post so we can remember who is who?

:c

I guess it became irrelevant since right now we're reviewing our priorities with regards to art. Basically, it was taking too long to acquire it and slowed everything down tremendously so we're changing our approach to it. Until we have everything 100% figured out and on lockdown, no more art, so no need for sprites.

**Varkarrus** · 03-05-2012, 06:01 PM

Well we already have the sprites, so I don't see how it'd be much more work.

**Kroked** · 03-05-2012, 08:57 PM

and uh, general, art is back :P it just hasnt been put up yet and is being done non chronologically, in fact, we have it COMPLETELY figured out, where have you been :P

**IDSeeker** · 03-06-2012, 06:52 PM

This thread: all of my follow-ness. ALL OF IT!

**TribulatoryTerminator** · 03-07-2012, 12:19 PM

I actually agree with Moldova; it would make some things a bit easier, but if it's too complicated, then by all means don't.

**Legendary** · 03-08-2012, 12:31 AM

Cast:

DOGGY!

Yeah and suddenly you're WILL again, feeling a bit NIPPY. You're watching your SPRITE float away. Unlike the other two, it won't be appearing at the end of this story and dropping a ONE-LINER. That would be entirely too silly.

Will: Follow it.

You and it head out of the house. Your neighborhood has been REPLACED. Where once stood a suburb now sits... you don't even know. A vast, frozen SEA. There is no land here, not even under your HOUSE. Nothing but ICEBERGS remain, some carved out into buildings, but all of them well out of your reach in the freezing water. They orbit around your house QUIETLY, drifting in the flow.

This is a Land of Glaciers and Current.

Luckily, despite the appearance of a frozen wasteland, you are only moderately CHILLY.

========>

The KERNELSPRITE splits into three pieces. One ascends to the sky, the other descends into the earth. The THIRD remains with you. Naturally, this is the time for SCIENCE!

Will: Expose Kernelsprite to stimuli.

You return inside and look around for something to torture your SPRITE with. Oh! Your laptop! You push the LAPTOP closer and closer to your Kernelsprite. It does nothing. Finally, right before you push it into the damn thing, it flies away.

Interesting.

Will: Keep trying!

You decide to use something FRIENDLIER. Concentrating carefully, you produce a PICTURE of your dear, departed mentor, Professor Eissu Itoanl. Then you throw it right at the Kernelsprite.

The SLIMEY THING transforms.

========>

It now resembles your OLD PROFESSOR, though not quite the same. His arms, for example, are now SLIMY, dripping TENTACLES. Quite disgusting.

Professorsprite: Hello my dear boy!

**Legendary** · 03-08-2012, 01:27 AM

Cast:

And switch to Jeremy in three, two...

INTERRUPTION TIME. Haha. Made your countdown wrong.

...Fuck. This means we're back on Jeremy.

TS: jesus what happened
RG: Wait what
RG: Am I deceased ?
TS: I
TS: don't think so
TS: I can still see you
RG: Are these the pearly gates manned by Morgan Freeman ?
RG: Shit
TS: unless I'm god
RG: So, do you think whatever doomsday thing was going to ruin my day hit my house ?
TS: those meteors still coming?
RG: Or somehow missed ?
RG: I can't hear anything outside
TS: well is there a giant fucking crater?
RG: Wait I'm gonna take a look outside

Jeremy: Go outside and see a Land of Sunshine and Happiness!

As if. You proceed to your window and look down. Your house is at the top of the tallest tower of an IMMENSE RED BUILDING, as far as the eye can see. This is not just any building either. It has TOWERS, TURRETS, CRENELATIONS, the usual. And yet, not a sound can be heard.

This is a Land of Castles and Quiet.

RG: Uh wel okay that's certainly one thing that happened
RG: So
RG: The sky seems clear, at least.
RG: Nothing seems immediately threatening
TS: what about the ground?
RG: And also my house moved
TS: is it on fire
RG: And the whole landscape moved
TS: not me
RG: No everything's cool
TS: I promise that wasn't me
RG: Unless your lame magic voodoo cursor had access to steroid I doubt it could have moved my whole house
RG: Unless you spent weeks building this stuff
RG: I'm on top of this huge tower
TS: awesome
RG: Like some kind of castle
TS: don't you like live in medieval times anyway
TS: all those knights
RG: Those are some serious Lord of the Ring things you should see this
RG: Just because I like dudes in metal suits doesn't mean I want to live in 1000 AD to die of the bubonic plague !
TS: hehe
TS: you like dudes
RG: You did not just take my sentence out of context
RG: You did not
TS: <king of oocq right here
TS: maybe you should go outside and look at this castle then
TS: could be part of this game
RG: Wait it seems like I'm on precarious ground here
RG: The house, I mean
TS: hey I said I put struts under it
TS: to keep it balanced
RG: No not that
TS: ARE YOU DOUBTING MY ARCHITECTURAL PROWESS?
RG: Like I said I'm on a tower
RG: There's also something weird about this place ...
RG: No noise at all
RG: Quieter than a graveyard
TS: what like
RG: I hope that teleport thingy that brought me here didn't damage my ears !
TS: literal silence
TS: or is there any background noise
RG: Not a single thing
TS: wow
TS: maybe you are deaf
RG: Wait I' dumb
RG: Let me try talking
RG: It's totally not craziness if it's to test my hearing
TS: go ahead

Jeremy: Talk as loudly as possible. Make the narrator cry.

You whisper softly because fuck you instruction guy. You're not RELEVANT, remember?

RG: Well there's some pretty major echoing going on here
RG: I'm getting that "empty cathedral" vibe
TS: nice
TS: jesus this sounds awesome
RG: Kind of creepy though
RG: Where is everyone ?
TS: well is this a multiplayer game
TS: I don't even know
RG: If this whole thing was a setup to a FPS team deathmatch in this place I'm gonna be half disappointed half extatic
TS: it would be
TS: the best
TS: fps team deathmatch
TS: and I want in
TS: OH JESUS FUCK
RG: What ?
RG: Whaaaat ?
RG: Don't go "Aliens" on me dude I'm getting creeped out
TS: sorry
TS: massive explosion
TS: like
TS: less than a mile away
TS: I can see it from here
RG: Is it the orbital laser thingy that made the sky go red over my house ?
TS: this may sound weird but I think things are getting just as exciting over here
TS: possibly
TS: the sky is red
RG: Oh great now we're in trouble
TS: I mean straight away that's not right
RG: The dude with the godlike power of manipulating my environment is about to get bown to pieces
RG: *blown
TS: HAVE FUN IN YOUR SILENCE WORLD THIS PLACES IS SO FUCKING NOISY RIGHT NOW
RG: I think you have a tendency to OVERREACT
RG: Or maybe this silence is zenifying me I don't know
TS: okay so news sites are saying earth is literally under orbital fucking bombardment
TS: meteors out of fuck nowhere
TS: and I'm a little bit scared
RG: From an indie gaming company ?
TS: FROM OUTER FUCKING SPACE
RG: Okay I guess that'd be reason enough to get nervous
RG: Maybe we ought to find you someone to get you in here with me ?
TS: yeah so
TS: basically yeah
TS: you miraculously got teleported to safesville
TS: quietest neighbourhood in the universe
RG: Gravesville more like
TS: I want in
RG: No fucking body in sight
RG: Well okay, you still have those disks on your computer ?
TS: apparently you can run the server copy and the client copy at the same time
RG: Well cool, now we just need to find someone online to get you in
TS: yeah so
TS: who
RG: Lemme check here

Jeremy: Propose the obvious solution.

You mean... be his server? That's RETARDED. You're RETARDED. And the good news is, Jeremy is retarded too.

RG: I'm not seeing an awful lot of names
RG: Maybe I could do it ?
TS: FUCK NO
RG: Don't be a petty sod your life is at stake here !
TS: yes and I am not putting it in your hands
TS: karma etc.
RG: You're being so ridiculous about this
RG: Gandhi has like a quote on the matter
RG: And Jesus
RG: All the good guys are on my side
RG: Anyway
RG: SINCE YOU'RE BEING AN ASS
RG: Uh ...
TS: come on someone better be online
RG: Yeah this one seems fine
RG: Just give me a second I guess I'll go try and drum her up
TS: don't tell her I fucked up your house
TS: I don't want any revenge going on
RG: I'll tell her whatever the hell I want
RG: And you're not in a strong position to negociate
RG: Mister impending doom
RG: Now be quiet for a sec
RG: I'm not a good multitasker
TS: :S
TS: RG
TS: dammit don't leave me hanging

Jeremy: Pester your friend.

It is time for the story to introduce one of the last PLAYERS to play this game, hyperSingularity. There's only two more after this one. One will be introduced in four logs, the other in six.

RG: Hi!
HS: Hey!
RG: First off ... is stargazing still your thing ?
RG: Is that still something you do ?
HS: Forever and always my one true love
RG: And uh did you see anything unusual in the sky ? Like meteors and comets and such celestial bodies being closer than they should ?
RG: In a Hollywood disaster-movie way ?
HS: More like a dream come true kind of way? Gimme a sec and let me check hehe
HS: Okay, humm...this is something I should be worrying about, maybe?
RG: In the short to medium term, I'd say yes
RG: I'll give you a quick rundown
RG: Of this whole thing :
HS: Aye cap'n
RG: Remember that game we were supposed to play ?
RG: Sburb or whatever
HS: Yeah?
RG: Well it enables one of the players to control the other's environment from his computer ... and if you don't do some kind of tasks on time you get crushed by a meteor I think
RG: This is gonna sound absurd but my house has been teleported somewhere weird
RG: And we need to get as many people as possible in I think
RG: Everyone who has the game
RG: So I need you to contact my good buddy Tom (tangentSniper) and bring him in the game using the magic space controlling video game
HS: Normally I'd pass this off as you having too many allnighters with terrible movies, but our pretty little friends in the sky have me convinced hehe
RG: That was easier than I thought it'd be
HS: Anyways, yeah, I kind of like being not crushed, so I'll do that!
RG: Anyway I guess he'll brief you when you contact him so that'll save us some time ... then we'll have to find someone else to bring YOU in
HS: Yes sir!
RG: So just ... try and get this thing going and keep an eye on the sky because whatever is happening is crazier than the plots to half of my favourite movies
HS: You are safe, right?
RG: I think I am, I landed in some strange medieval castle type setting
RG: No asteroids in sight
HS: Okay, good... Is there a way we can meet up in this?
RG: With any luck you'll land somewhere in my vicinity, I'm not sure yet
HS: Alrighty, good enough for me
RG: Oh and by the way try to be extra nice to Tom he seems to have this crazy notion that I'll be using you for some strange revenge scheme ...
RG: I want to mess with him by using reverse psychology
HS: Oooh, you evil thing.. Sounds fun, okay! I'll go do that now, then.
RG: Great ! Now if you'll excuse me I have to check around my house to see what's up with this place

Jeremy: See what's up with your kernelsprite.

You find it in the next room.

JEREMY: Err bird thing
JEREMY: Eagle ?
JEREMY: I guess it's just you and I for now
EAGLESPRITE: eeee?
JEREMY: That wasn't nearly as deafening a cry as I was expecting
EAGLESPRITE: ee-ee-ee-ee!
JEREMY: So what are you for anyway ?
JEREMY: Some kind of game mechanic to stave off boredom ?
EAGLESPRITE: ee-ee?

========>

It floats about, AGITATED.

JEREMY: Whoa whoa there no need to get all excited
JEREMY: This is going nowhere
JEREMY: Uuh ... how did this happen anyway
EAGLESPRITE: eee-eee!
JEREMY: TS threw something in the glowy ball
EAGLESPRITE: ee? eee!
JEREMY: Maybe if I throw something more sentient like in the ball it will be better
JEREMY: Well you seem to agree
JEREMY: I guess
EAGLESPRITE: ee!
JEREMY: So what will I throw at your dumb squealing face ?
JEREMY: Uuuh

Jeremy: Toss in a knight statue.

Goodbye, SIR FLAILALOT. He was the bravest of your COMPANIONS! You toss him right in.

The sprite transforms. With the exception of his VAST WINGS and a BEAK, he no longer resembles a BIRD. Instead, he has the ARMOR and HELMET of a brave knight, who you now have a ridiculous an incredibly homosexual crush on. Because apparently that's how you ROLL. Er, SWING. Something.

KNIGHTSPRITE: Cccc-k.
KNIGHTSPRITE: Ho, there!

**Legendary** · 03-08-2012, 01:57 AM

Cast:

Legendary: Weave four sprite logs together, taking gratuitous liberties to present a composed confusing whole that covers the bases, even if they weren't covered in the RP proper.

You got it boss!

GENTLESPRITE: 'Ello ol' chap
JASON: ...
JASON: Hi. What, uh. What can I do for you?
GENTLESPRITE: On the contrary, I believe I am the one to offer my services you ol' bean.
GENTLESPRITE: You will need as much help as possible in this war between the forces of darkness and light.
GENTLESPRITE: Of course, the light will lose.
GENTLESPRITE: But we need not let them go gently.
HOLLYSPRITE: I chase funny blue people!
HOLLYSPRITE: They go boom! Into tiny blue things!
HOLLYSPRITE: I tried to eat them, but they dissapeared
HOLLYSPRITE: But now masters here and I'm happy again!
CAMERON: Erm, thanks for taking care of those creatures, Holly.
HOLLYSPRITE: You're welcome Master! :P
HOLLYSPRITE: I'm glad to help you find Skaia!
CAMERON: Mind telling me, though... what exactly happened to you?
PROFESSORSPRITE: The Kernelsprite provided a method for my resurrection!
PROFESSORSPRITE: You see my dear boy, things are far more complex than you have dared to dream thus far!
PROFESSORSPRITE: This is no mere game, but an engine of creation for your devising!
WILL: Creation?
WILL: Like, of what?
PROFESSORSPRITE: I can't tell you.
PROFESSORSPRITE: But this is the Medium.
PROFESSORSPRITE: Your land is one of sixteen that will be created, each one housing the home of one of your co-players, along with terrible monsters!
KNIGHTSPRITE: They remain silent and unseen for now, but they close in on you even as we speak.
JEREMY: "Those" ? Do you mean monsters ?
JEREMY: Or other players ?
KNIGHTSPRITE: Underlings. They are exceedingly dangerous.
KNIGHTSPRITE: To fight them, you must go through the Seven Gates!
KNIGHTSPRITE: They are - EEEEEEE - above you, young Sir!
KNIGHTSPRITE: You must build, with the help of your companions!
GENTLESPRITE: Your destined companions; a Squire of Rage, a Knight of Shade, a Prince of Void, and an Heir of Time.
HOLLYSPRITE: A Monk of Breath, a Bard of Quest, a Sylph of Hope, and a Page of Space.
PROFESSORSPRITE: A Seer of Flux, a Count of Doom, a Judge of Blood, and a Thief of Light.
KNIGHTSPRITE: A Guard of Peace, a Witch of Life, a Mage of Heart, and a Scribe of Mind.

And then they inform the four of you that together, you will Ascend.

And then we're never interlacing RP sessions like this again.

**IceeBlue** · 03-08-2012, 03:24 AM

Oh man that Spritelog just oozes of epic amounts of awesome. 8D

**ashdenej** · 03-08-2012, 03:27 AM

Originally Posted by IceeBlue

Oh man that Spritelog just oozes of epic amounts of awesome. 8D

My favourite thing about it is that eagles really do sound pathetic. They make little cheeping noises, heh.

**Naristar** · 03-08-2012, 03:39 AM

This was like a movie montage that last bit......Soooo F'ing Awsome!!!!
I'm soo glad you guys are posting this to be read!!

**TribulatoryTerminator** · 03-08-2012, 11:23 AM

EPIC SPRITELOG OF EPICNESS IS EPIC

**General-jwj** · 03-08-2012, 12:00 PM

Great job Ledge.

**magikChicken** · 03-08-2012, 12:23 PM

Originally Posted by TribulatoryTerminator

EPIC SPRITELOG OF EPICNESS IS EPIC

QFT!

**Paradoxius** · 03-08-2012, 12:36 PM

That's just beautiful.

**Unclever title** · 03-08-2012, 02:20 PM

Great way to handle four strings of mostly identical exposition.

**Superdog** · 03-08-2012, 07:13 PM

OH GOD THAT SPRITELOG EXPOSITION.

Superdog

Exposition

Lege, you are wonderful.

**Legendary** · 03-10-2012, 01:25 AM

Cast:

Jason: Make plans.

You PESTER your server player.

VC: Hey. Drop that new thing. I might be talking with this ... Whatever for a bit.
SS: Can't, needs some sort of new type of grist stuff
VC: Grist?
SS: Yeah, it seems to be some sort of construction currency for this game
SS: The stuff I put down before didn't cost anything
VC: Goddamnit, aren't there instructions or Help or that stupid question mark clicky thing anywhere on ... Whatever the fuck it is you're seeing right now?
SS: Not really
VC: Great.

Jason: Be interrupted.

Oh snap. Gentlesprite be talking.

GENTLESPRITE: May I interject for a moment sir?
JASON: Errrr. Sure. What's up?
GENTLESPRITE: Perhaps you can acquire some grist through aggrieving the terror that has held itself inside your lavoratory.
JASON: What?
GENTLESPRITE: The rascal is making quite a mess in there.

Jason: Attack whatever is in the bathroom.

You have no idea what the fuck this RASCAL is, but that's no reason not to kill it horribly. You deploy the ESWAS and throw the bathroom door open. A TERRIFYING IMP regards you. It looks... well, DRUNK. It staggers towards you. You strike. It drunkenly falls aside.

This is so pathetic you don't even know. You exchange blows, as is traditional. He misses, you knock him back. There's not much to make this dramatic (except possibly choosing to pace this in a more interesting fashion, but fuck that), so I'll skip ahead to the MURDERSTRIKE. No, you don't get context. It will forever be a mystery. Suckers.

Naturally, the MURDERSTRIKE kills the Imp, and it explodes into Grist.

JASON: HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
GENTLESPRITE: That's the ticket! You dealt with that ruffian like a true hero!
JASON: What the fuck is this stuff?
GENTLESPRITE: Why, this would be grist!
GENTLESPRITE: It is used in all sorts of devices, but more importantly, in the art of alchemy!
GENTLESPRITE: Be sure to collect as much of it as you can!
GENTLESPRITE: I'm sure you can figure out the rest on your own.
GENTLESPRITE: If you need my further assistance, I shall be dwelling in the foyer.

Jason: Collect Grist.

You get back up (the MURDERSTRIKE knocked you over), and get some GRIST. It disappears as soon as you touch, vanishing in a poof of "+4!". Yeah. This is definitely a video game you're living in now. How queer.

Jason: Level up.

You scale the first rung on your ECHELADDER to become a... DRUNKEN SWORDSWINGER? Really? No witty title? No puns or portmanteaus or anything? Just... DRUNKEN SWORDSWINGER?

You feel gypped and we haven't even seen most of the ECHELADDERS yet.

VC: Arright. Found our Grist. I just need to find more of those little... Suity things.
SS: Yeah, I think we have enough for this 'punch designix' thing now
VC: Yo, when you gonna drop that thing?
SS: Man theres a lot of junk in this shithole you call an apartment
SS: Might have to clean some of it up before theres enough free space
VC: Bah, shut up dude. I lived in a house before I moved here.
VC: Well, move whatever you have to I guess. I don't think I'll be needing it here.
SS: Alright, anything you don't want me to throw out?
VC: To be really honest dude, I'm too drunk to care right now. Do whatever. I'm gonna scope around for more of those little whatevers.

Jason: Get a suggestion.

You just like talking to GENTLESPRITE, don't you? It's okay. He's actually the SECOND BEST SPRITE. Right between PROFESSORSPRITE and HOLLYSPRITE.

Suck it, Jeremy.

GENTLESPRITE: May I make a suggestion lad?
JASON: Yeah, shoot.
GENTLESPRITE: Perhaps expanding the northern wall a tad bit? It should be the least of your friend's abilities.
JASON: Wait, why?

DO NOT DISRESPECT YOUR ELDERS BOY

What the-

Especially when they be th' wiser

You feel under attack. You draw your sword while SS expands your house and deploys the PUNCH DESIGNIX.

Thats no way t' do it!

...I miss making up the commands myself already. Anyway. You ask for help because you don't think you know what you're doing.

JASON: Well how else am I supposed to figure out how this thing works?
GENTLESPRITE: Excuse me?
JASON: I don't know what this machine does.
GENTLESPRITE: It is used for item alchemy! You should try experimenting with it.

Oh for goodness sakes lad, the cards! That is a ridiculous amount of cards lad

Oh of course! It's a good thing you have so many UNUSABLE CARDS. One of the downsides of the REVOLVER MODUS is that it can't hold more than six bullets ohyouknowwhatImean. You rotate out your CIGS+LIGHTER CARD and slam it into the PUNCH DESIGNIX. Then you press all the buttons. You just end up wrecking the card. Good job.

You need more than that lad! Put in th' sword boy!

You toss your ruined card aside.

SS: Maybe you should actually have a look at the thing
SS: Looks like theres a little instruction panel on the front
VC: I totally did! It didn't do anything that I'm aware of.
VC: Wait, is there seriously?

Jason: Throw something at your sprite in frustration.

Taking a page out of WILL's book, even though you don't know the guy and from his perspective he only just now got around to doing that and is getting the SPRITELOG CHAT that you've already experienced (This timeline shit sure is complicated!), you throw an ANIME FANCHARACTER MASK at your SPRITE. You proceed to investigate the INSTRUCTION PANEL that no one pays attention to and ignore everything except your chat box.

SS: Somethings happened with the floating thingy
VC: Let me know if it starts doing anything weird. I'm trying really hard not to look directly at it.
SS: Its doing something weird
SS: Just floating there all creep-like
VC: ... How weird are-- Ah. Uhm. Hm.
VC: Try hitting it with something. Or... Something.

Horrible shit: Hapen

It does. The sprite is no longer a HARMLESS WHISKEY-INDUCED WHATEVER. Its FACE has become SKELETAL, with many teeth and sharp ridges along itself. You tremble in terror.

Its voice is also more horrifying, though that's harder to explain.

MASKSPRITE: Govna.................
JASON: Oh christ.

Why would you be so careless as to do that?

You edge away from this latest abomination and approach the DESIGNIX. You stick your COMBAT KNIFE in the machine, and pop another card in too: the one with your ESWAR in it. You then hit all the buttons on the PUNCH DESIGNIX.

Stop hitting all the buttons lad!

No one approves of what you're doing. The voices in your head say something like "Shape up! Get some self control!" Not that you know they're there. Because you don't.

SS: Thats almost definitely the wrong way to do that
VC: Dude, I think I'm losing my mind. I keep hearing voices.
SS: That aren't from Mr Creepy Floater over there?
VC: No, yeah, I don't think they're in this room. Fuck this game, dude. This is effing insanity.

Jason: Get some useful advice.

Okay.

MASKSPRITE: May.........I reccomend.................. less of the drink............. gov'na?

...*sigh* Jason: Get some RELEVANT advice.

You pull the cards out of the DESIGNIX and realize they're full of holes. This is awful. You suck at this game.

VC: Hey SS, you there? I just put a bunch of holes in some cards. I think I might've fucked up somewhere.
SS: Yeah, probably. I told you there were the instructions on the machine
VC: Well I didn't read them /carefully/!
VC: Uggh. Fuck it. I'm gonna go see what it does in that thing over there. That card you dropped before had holes in it, right?

If you were more careful you could have taken the items out after you scanned them.

"ARE YOU NOT PAYING ATTENTION LAD?" is the next question. You flinch, then look around the room for a moment and decide to investigate the LATHE again. You shuffle past the MASKSPRITE uncomfortably and drop a card into the TOTEM LATHE. You then get a CRUXITE DOWEL, run the LATHE, and use the TOTEM on the ALCHEMITER. Before you use it, you talk to your ABOMINATIONSPRITE again.

JASON: Hey. Floaty McCreepleston. This isn't going to send me to another world again, right?
MASKSPRITE: No............... that is what the gates are for...................

While the device operates, pester people.

Only SS is really online, so we'll stick with him for now.

VC: So, can you make any sense of what's going on?
SS: Well, apart from you wrecking your own specibus card to make... whatever the hell that thing was
VC: It seemed like the right thing to do. Can't really explain it.
SS: And the fact that you might be facing a huge amount of those weird little dudes without a weapon
VC: Fair.
SS: I mean you had like 20 blank cards! You could have used one of them
VC: In retrospect I probably could have read the instructions a little more carefully. Cut me some slack, yo. I'm drunk and terrified.

Observe results of alchemy.

You've created the SMOKER STOKER. It is a flaming sword with the power of nicotine!

The voice in your head congratulations you, as does SS. Masksprite revels in pyromania. We're skimming this.

Or maybe not.

MASKSPRITE: Just what you needed. MORE FIRE.
JASON: Uh... Yeah.
JASON: So where do I find more of those little tuxedo guys?
MASKSPRITE: Behind you.............................
JASON: Shit!

Turn around!

A giant fist punches a hole in the wall and IMPS swarm in and begin to charge you.

SS: You... might wanna do something about that
VC: On it!

Ponder the sheer ridiculousness of stopping to respond

...Yeah. That was kind of dumb, especially since it gave the Imps the chance to surround you. You swing at them wildly, but mostly nearly break your TOTEM LATHE. The Imps you make contact with just get knocked backward.

SS pesters you, but you're not having talky talk time right now. You just EJECT the card holding your phone at an Imp, knocking it backwards.

Imp: Steal phone.

A random Imp picks up the phone and presses all the buttons!

VC: njka;lhdisahypda
VC: kdjfaphduoahge[
VC: hauifhpsdaghasufw

Jason: GET THAT PHONE BACK.

You lunge forward, and SS throws furniture around, but to no avail. The IMP ecapes through a hole in the wall. You manage to get to the HOLE, but find that since it's an EXTERIOR WALL, the Imp is just climbing upward. You aren't sure if you can follow it.

SS: DO SOMETHING.

Uh... Uh... Uh... You grab a gun and start beating the Imp with it. Your efforts are not enough though, and Jason joins you by swinging his SMOKER STOKER through the ceiling until the IMP finally expires.

You retrieve the PHONE for Jason and you two begin talking again.

VC: Okay. So, that was fucked up.
SS: Definitely, but at least we have some more grist
VC: I'm -(v)-aguely sure there's something really big out there. Can you see it?
SS: Dunno, maybe it ran off
SS: Although how something that big escapes so quickly is beyond me

Jason: Remember giant fist.

Sometimes re-exposure can cement memories. Have another GIANT FIST. No, two. Because an OGRE is crawling in through the hole he made.

You jump up quickly and prepare to fight (and possibly die, since who knows what's going on here). Your SERVER PLAYER continues to be less than helpful.

SS: FUCK WHAT THE HELL
SS: ARE THEY THROWING BOSSES AT US THIS QUICKLY OR SOMETHING

Jason: Attract the Ogre's attention.

Your effort is a RESOUNDING SUCCESS, and only quick work on SS's part saves you from a flung bed. He completes his turn around by hitting the OGRE with the bed. How strangely helpful. Admittedly, the OGRE wrecks the bed, but EFFORT counts.

You can't get so high up, so you just THWACK the Ogre in the chest several more times until you get knocked back with a lamp.

MASKSPRITE: Would you like some............. assistance...............?
JASON: Help would be good!

Masksprite: Be useful in a horrifying fashion.

You retrieve some ALCOHOL and throw it at the OGRE. Jason uses basic chemistry to STRIKE the OGRE, which means that his flaming sword is basically the best weapon imaginable. The OGRE burns to death in a gruesome manner. Really it seems almost unnecessary. Luckily, the GRIST isn't harmed.

Jason: Level up again.

Naturally, you jump up a couple rungs and land safety on the ASSISTANT IMMOLATER rung.

VC: Well. I got it.
VC: And a shitton of this grist crap too.
SS: Yeah... shit that was a lot of grist
VC: That was probably the most exciting thing that e-(v)-er happened to me, dude. This is fucking sweet.
SS: This is /definitely/ the most insane game I've ever played
VC: Think I might head out there and see what's around for a bit. First though...
VC: I'm gonna actually follow the instructions on the Punch whate-(v)-er this time. You taking notes? Hahaha.

Jason: Examine the machine.

There are INSTRUCTIONS on the side. They are SIMPLE PICTORAL IMAGES suggesting that you scan a code and PUNCH a card. It doesn't suggest punching SCANNED CARDS though. That would be retarded on so many levels.

Jason: Alchemize.

You run through a bunch of STEPS that basically amount to nothing of importance, and will be summarized later AND earlier.

The only question left is what you alchemized.

Jason: Combine shitty combat knife with smoker stoker.

You obtain the CUBAN CUTTER, good for a SMOKE and a SLICE. It's kind of small though. In comparison.

Jason: Combine shitty combat knife and kevlar.

You obtain the RANBO RAIMENT, macho armor for stalking the URBAN JUNGLE.

Jason: Combine firecrackers and buckshot rounds.

Good lord. The LEGENDARY ROCKET ROUNDS. You can't shoot them without a GUN!

Jason: Not good enough. Alcohol && firecrackers, stat!

You retrieve the ROCKET SHOTS, in lovely crystal glasses.

Jason: Test them out.

You shoot one out the window at a STEEL IMP. It makes contact, but since its UNLIT ALCOHOL, is about as harmless as alcohol is when applied to the skin. That is to say, it is the OPPOSITE of harmless and your IMP is now prepped for SURGERY. It too weeps for the

Jason: Light one, then fire.

The IMP bursts into more tears. Of PAIN. Yeah.

Jason: Continue to WEAPONIZE the SYLLADEX.

You fire BUCKSHOT ROUNDS haphazardly until your apartment starts SHUDDERING. You wonder what that's about.

A staircase appears.

Jason: Before you go, combine your PHONE and your WRISTWATCH.

You obtain the WRISTPHONE, which will be a great way to talk without a COMPUTER. If you need to.

Some HOLES are burst through in your walls, and OGRES appear.

Jason: Run upstairs!

They go up a ridiculous distance. You leave them SO FAR BEHIND you feel the sudden urge to talk to people.

VC: Yo.
VC: FW, you li-(v)-e?
FW: Hello.
VC: Ah, there you are. What's news?
FW: I completed this book.
VC: Wha? Book? You were reading a book?
FW: I am often reading a book.
VC: Not much of a reader myself. I just wanted to tag in, say hi, and note that you better be ready for this shit. This game isn't what any of us thought it was going to be.
FW: ...How so?
VC: I'm really not sure how to put it in a way that's going to make any sort of rational sense.
VC: Bear with me here. I'm going to try to explain this the best way I can.
FW: Okay.
VC: You know how it's supposed to be some lame shitty building sim cum ad-(v)-enture game?
VC: It's not just a -(v)-ideo game. It's not a game at all. It's real.
VC: The shit that happens in SBURB affects reality. I have no way of knowing how permanent it is right now.
FW: This reminds me of a book.
VC: You know what, here's an idea: turn on the news. If, uh... If you even own a tele-(v)-ision.
VC: I'm relati-(v)-ely certain I'm in Hell right now, but before that I was about to get smashed by a meteor.
FW: So the game removed you from this danger?
VC: In a manner of speaking, yeah. You ha-(v)-e a look at the news yet?
FW: Yes. It appears that you are far from the only person that is going to be hit with a meteor.
VC: Yeah. You and MP need to get the fuck up in this shit as soon as possible.
VC: I ha-(v)-en't been able to get in touch with him, but here's a quick rundown on what you need to do when you and I get started:
VC: I'm going to be dropping se-(v)-eral gigantic crazy space machines into your li-(v)-ing space.
VC: You might want to take 'right just now' to mo-(v)-e some of your furniture around, because this shit is going to need a lot of room.
VC: I can't remember what they're all called but there's a long thing, a tubey thing, and a big round platformy thing.
FW: Jason.
VC: We gotta crack open the tubey thing to dispense these rods of whatsit, and you take those to the long thing which makes it into a totem, then you drop it on the platformy--
VC: What?
FW: If your house was hit by a meteor...
FW: ...how are you talking to me right now?
VC: Oh. I'm in Hell.
VC: At least, I think I am. I can't really be certain if I'm dead or not.
VC: But, uh. My shitty one-bedroom apartment seems to ha-(v)-e been magically transported to a place that sure looks like it might be Hell.
VC: And ... Apparently there is power and Internet here. I ha-(v)-en't checked to see if the gas is still on. I'm kinda hungry, now that I mention it.
VC: But none of that is really important right now, 'cause ... Look, suffice to say, this shit is totally insane.
VC: Get in touch with me as soon as you're ready to get in. I'll walk you through e-(v)-erything you need to do.
FW: You said this was an adventure game.
VC: Oh, yeah. I think I'm on to that part.
VC: There are monsters. I'-(v)-e been killing as many of them as I can find.
VC: They chased me out to the roof of my apartment.
VC: Still not sure what I'm supposed to be doing here. Hopefully I figure out soon so I can let e-(v)-erybody know what to do.
FW: It has been a long time since I held a weapon.
VC: Well, hope it's a better one than mine. I kinda shafted myself with the Strife allocation deal. Did I e-(v)-er tell you about that?
FW: I distinctly remember it being how you introduced yourself.
VC: ... Was I drunk? o_O;
VC: I ha-(v)-e no recollection of this e-(v)-ent.
FW: I may be suffering from flawed memories.
VC: Just trying to make sure I didn't say anything terribly embarrassing. Haha.
VC: But seriously, I dunno. I feel like I'-(v)-e talked to you the least out of e-(v)-erybody. Tell me something about yourself while I take care of these gobliny things.
FW: I found the book.
VC: By the way, there are gobliny things. They're easy as hell to kill. The big Brute things not so much.
VC: What book? o_o;
FW: It is called "Heir Apparent".
VC: You'll ha-(v)-e to excuse me. I don't really read. >_>;
FW: It is about a girl that gets trapped within a game with a medieval setting.
FW: Every time she fails, she has to start over.
FW: And if she cannot win within a certain amount of time, she will die.
VC: Huh. Okay, that sounds fairly rele-(v)-ant.
FW: But that is about her mind being trapped. Not her entire body.
FW: Judging by what you have described to me, I doubt that this game will give you any "retries".
VC: I was just thinking that. I ha-(v)-en't tried anything drastic like, you know, dying yet.
VC: Gi-(v)-en how e-(v)-erything else is dying, it seems like something I ought to a-(v)-oid.
VC: Errr, doing. Not dying. Shit... See, now it's bound to happen.
FW: I suppose I will being preparations for this incoming intrusion into my privacy.
FW: Is there any other information about this game that you can readily provide me?
VC: Oh. Shit, yeah, that's right. Apparently the interface will let me see into your house, so uh. Hide anything you don't want me -(v)-iewing casually.
VC: Gather anything useful you can think of.
VC: Once you're through to the other side, there's a machine. Uh.. You can make stuff with it. From other stuff.
VC: Hard to explain.
VC: Shit! Another Brute's heading my way. Get ahold of MP as fast as you possibly can, tell him e-(v)-erything I told you, and let me know the second you're ready.
FW: Very well.
VC: There's something up in the sky. I think I'm going to go up to it.
VC: God, I could really use a drink.
FW: Water is a satisfying drink.
VC: Anyhow, I'll talk to you soon. I was actually just thinking there's got to be at least a remote possibility that we can all meet up in person in the game. That'd be neat.
VC: Just ha-(v)-e to not die! Go find MP!!!

FW: Have a blog about books involving being stuck in video games.

You can't control her yet. But even if you could, I don't think she would. What would be the point of that endeavour?

========>

While you waste time bossing people who won't listen to you around, JASON ollies out through his first gate in an incredibly anticlimactic manner.

The world goes white.

**IDSeeker** · 03-10-2012, 06:17 AM

Great! Keep up the good work!

**General-jwj** · 03-10-2012, 08:18 AM

Originally Posted by Legendary

You just like talking to GENTLESPRITE, don't you? It's okay. He's actually the SECOND BEST SPRITE. Right between PROFESSORSPRITE and HOLLYSPRITE.

Suck it, Jeremy.

ಠ_ಠ

**ashdenej** · 03-10-2012, 08:26 AM

Originally Posted by General-jwj

ಠ_ಠ

Clearly Knightsprite is so good that he's in a category of his own

Otherwise this is an unacceptable state of affairs ಠ__ಠ

**Legendary** · 03-10-2012, 01:36 PM

Ooh, 2x troll combob!

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