Here lies a DAEMONIAC. You know through your training as a scholar of the METAREALM it is a book of reference provided by ZHUM-AKUL, LORD OF REFERENCES.
ZZZLH GOZ AM- AGUR
Oh illustrious ruler of all things
Carve the flesh of Man
Guide us down the pain-wracked destiny
Peel back our fluttering eyelids so we may see
AMEN ACHYLS, MISTRESS
LEVEL 80 DEVIL ASPIRANT
Chief ARCANO LIBRARIAN of the TERRIBLY NAUGHTY LIBRARIANS. She LONGETH for supportive UNDERWEAR.
ALLISON RUTH
LEVEL 0 METASOUL
She counts 21 yers of ege and Ys TOTALLY flaxen-gold of hair and DESPITHETH books. Was HEAVY OF BODY AND SOUL in HIGH SCHOOL and resigneth herself to a lyfe both FUN AND PEPPY at a SORORITY.
BAALZ-ABAB, THE VYLE
LEVEL 999 ARCHFIEND
???
CACODAEMON
Paltry of strength and numerous, they roameth the endless wastes at the edge of creation, ever-hunger screaming for foreign flesh to soak their bloated forms Yn. They are the feeblest of the white children of UN but their count Ys Legion among the Formless.
DHOTHUULMELL (OSCAR), LESSER DEVIL
LEVEL 680 LESSER DEVIL
He wieldeth the COAT OF ARMS and consygns himself to a LYFE OF LECHERY, DEBAUCHERY, AND THIEVERY MOST VYLE, but he greatly ENJOYETH himself.
EYE OF GOG-AGOG
LEVEL 830 PARASYTE
Transdymensional warding demon. He hosts himsylf upon Allyson Ruth and is Most dysgruntled.
GOG-AGOG, THE TENTACULAR
LEVEL 980 ARCHFIEND
LORD of the Oglyng reaches, he extendeth his CRUEL DOMAIN and STRIVETH against his ryval, BAALZ-ABAB.
FRIEDRICH WILHELM NIETZSCHE
LEVEL 8 METASOUL
Slew God.
----KMMMM ZL ULZBRRG----
Amen
---ADVENTURE START----
You are 21 years old (says so on your drivers license, which is totally legit), and you just got your hair redone (it looks amazing by the way). You are assistant treasury secretary in charge at your sorority, ALPHA PHI OMEGA. You are wearing a totally hot top you just got a few days ago but you really hope doesn't make your hips look big.
You are currently sitting uncomfortably in the basement pool clubhouse/spa of your sorority house. There is a PARTY going on, and you are totally NOT self conscious about all the people here you don't know. It smells like chlorine and stale beer, which is ok, because you totally get smashed and party ALL the time. You tell yourself again you are a fun and peppy girl.
You don't know why but you feel a sudden urge to COMPLETE an action.
What do you do? You could keep, like, reading your magazines. You could walk around a bit I guess and maybe try and find your friends (you totally have friends). You could maybe swim (ew).
One more thing. Your first name is Allison. But what is your last?
>Go talk to booooys, that's what girls do here right? That or talk to girls? Oh gooooooshh
But yes.... YES THAT IS WHAT PEOPLE DO
TALK aaaaaah
Your name is Allison Ruth.
You think about talking to boys. Then immediately wish you didn't.
Oh my god you're freaking out a little bit now. All those stunning eyes, judging you. All that gross sweat and chiseled jaws and stubble, rising up out of the gloom like some terrible dark edifice of doom, proclaiming your inferiority.
You quickly decide against it. Maybe you do something... else instead. You could keep reading magazines, maybe try and find a quieter spot. You could walk around a bit and try and get all these chiseled visages out of your mind. The sky is really the limit. That's what you keep telling yourself.
Do you think you could like, slink away somewhere, find someone you know?
You.... you do know at least one person at this party right?
Originally Posted by Whimbrel
Zach
>Skim magazines
You suppose you could leave your CLEVERLY HIDDEN READING behind and go find one of your totally nice, not fake, and totally friendly and sincere sorority sisters.
I mean, if you wanted to be like, social and stuff. Which I guess you're supposed to be because you are so fun and peppy
If this ain't really your thing why are you even here? What did you expect?
Anyway, you could probably like, take the book and stuff, and try to find somewhere that no one will bother you?
(Although that could either paint you as a frigid bitch or as someone Oh So Higher Than Thou, both of which could draw some boooooys toward you o: )
My Pesterchum handle is sulfurateSynteresis. I am on Pesterchum a lot of the time.
SigQuotes:
Originally Posted by Mass Effect 2
Doing a good deed is like pissing yourself in dark pants; it gives you a warm feeling, but no one seems to notice.
Originally Posted by Moldova in Eurovision 2011
fuck books and clothes
all of my money goes towards food
but in a hedonistic sense, not a survival sense.
Originally Posted by Kíeros
Originally Posted by John E
I like limestone,just dont take it for granite!
That wasn't a gneiss pun. It was just schist.
Okay, that wasn't dissing you; it was just talc.
EGO QUOTES:
Originally Posted by Staff Deployment
But
Clearly it wasn't real
Clearly YOU'RE not real
Go away not-real person and stop being not real
(don't actually go away Morphimus; i love you Morphimus please have my children, Morphimus you are the only light in my otherwise dismal existence)
Originally Posted by Qeztotz
you know morphimus
you are a genius
Originally Posted by thetoastking
Oh. A gifted from your army's gotten in again. No doubt he abused his psychic abilities to get past your guards in order to play a practical joke on you.
Again.
You shoot Psy-Soldier Morphimus in the head without batting an eye. You don't like killing your soldiers, but the man has no self-control. His pranks simply went too far at times, and that's that.
Originally Posted by Phantos
...Morphimus, I don't know what to say. It's hard to see the keyboard when I am crying from joy.
MSPA style self description:
Your name is MORPHIMUS. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. You have quite a variety of INTERESTS. You have a fondness for ROLEPLAYING GAMES OF A TABLETOP PERSUASION. You like to program computers but you DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO PROGRAM. You like to use your IMAGINATION particularly involving MEDIEVAL FANTASY. You have been meaning to use the KEYBOARD your guardian gifted to you to create some music, but you HAVEN'T REALLY GOTTEN AROUND TO IT. You like to play GAMES with friends all the time.
You like to converse with your pals, most of which don't use Pesterchum, speaking of Pesterchum, you have been trying out a new chat client beta called PESTERCHUM. Your chumhandle is sulfurateSynteresis and you Type in a manner that is usually proper, but you some times misspell words and misuse commas and semicolons here and there.
What will you do?
If this ain't really your thing why are you even here? What did you expect?
Anyway, you could probably like, take the book and stuff, and try to find somewhere that no one will bother you?
(Although that could either paint you as a frigid bitch or as someone Oh So Higher Than Thou, both of which could draw some boooooys toward you o: )
Originally Posted by OrangeAipom
Wipe the sweat off of your skin.
Originally Posted by Whimbrel
Man you should like, take your magazines and stuff with you and go see if there's something to eat?
You, like, resolve to go find somewhere nice and quiet to enjoy your Nietz--- Nails Monthly and Hair weekly magazines. Wiping the sweat off your skin would be good too, because that would totally make you break out.
You resolve to go to your refuge since high school... the bathroom. Totally. There might even be girls in there that you can talk about... boys with.
As you walk by you can hear some of your, um, totally sincere and friendly sisters snickering about you. This is totally ok because you guys are bffs forever and you LOVE them and the rest of ALPHA PHI OMEGA. There's nothing you have to prove to them, or yourself. Or whatever.
They're snickering about some kind of freaky tattoo you have. Which weirds you out a bit.
You are confident they are talking about someone else because you have like, never, ever had a tattoo in your life.
You head into the bathroom, resolved to read quietly. People are still staring at you weird though.
My Pesterchum handle is sulfurateSynteresis. I am on Pesterchum a lot of the time.
SigQuotes:
Originally Posted by Mass Effect 2
Doing a good deed is like pissing yourself in dark pants; it gives you a warm feeling, but no one seems to notice.
Originally Posted by Moldova in Eurovision 2011
fuck books and clothes
all of my money goes towards food
but in a hedonistic sense, not a survival sense.
Originally Posted by Kíeros
Originally Posted by John E
I like limestone,just dont take it for granite!
That wasn't a gneiss pun. It was just schist.
Okay, that wasn't dissing you; it was just talc.
EGO QUOTES:
Originally Posted by Staff Deployment
But
Clearly it wasn't real
Clearly YOU'RE not real
Go away not-real person and stop being not real
(don't actually go away Morphimus; i love you Morphimus please have my children, Morphimus you are the only light in my otherwise dismal existence)
Originally Posted by Qeztotz
you know morphimus
you are a genius
Originally Posted by thetoastking
Oh. A gifted from your army's gotten in again. No doubt he abused his psychic abilities to get past your guards in order to play a practical joke on you.
Again.
You shoot Psy-Soldier Morphimus in the head without batting an eye. You don't like killing your soldiers, but the man has no self-control. His pranks simply went too far at times, and that's that.
Originally Posted by Phantos
...Morphimus, I don't know what to say. It's hard to see the keyboard when I am crying from joy.
MSPA style self description:
Your name is MORPHIMUS. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. You have quite a variety of INTERESTS. You have a fondness for ROLEPLAYING GAMES OF A TABLETOP PERSUASION. You like to program computers but you DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO PROGRAM. You like to use your IMAGINATION particularly involving MEDIEVAL FANTASY. You have been meaning to use the KEYBOARD your guardian gifted to you to create some music, but you HAVEN'T REALLY GOTTEN AROUND TO IT. You like to play GAMES with friends all the time.
You like to converse with your pals, most of which don't use Pesterchum, speaking of Pesterchum, you have been trying out a new chat client beta called PESTERCHUM. Your chumhandle is sulfurateSynteresis and you Type in a manner that is usually proper, but you some times misspell words and misuse commas and semicolons here and there.
What will you do?
> Suddenly your back feels a bit itchy. Scratch it.
Stuff Ahead:
Originally Posted by Andrew
The pumpkin exists. It always existed, and there was never any doubt it existed.
You eat the pumpkin.
Originally Posted by Andrew Hussie on God Tiering:
Option 1:
This is by having a waking self and a dream self, both alive. When the waking self dies on the quest bed located somewhere on the planet, the player’s dream self takes over permanently, assumes god tier status, and wakes up on the battlefield, while the waking self’s corpse lies dead on the quest bed thereafter. This is how John reached god tier, and how Jade did as well. (Sort of.)
Dave and Rose only had one life left. They’d both been killed by Jack, and then revived as their dream selves. They only had the other means of reaching god tier, which we knew little about. We only had Aradia’s example to speculate from.
Option 2:
It turns out, the other way involves another set of quest beds in the core of the moons of Prospit and Derse. Reaching god tier involves using the only life you have left, and dying on that quest bed. Then, rather than waking up as a god tier on the Battlefield, the dead body simply resurrects automatically, transforming then and there. This is the basic outline of the process, with some caveats from examples we’ve observed.
It's a pretty nice bathroom all in all. There's a mirror here where you could like, fix your makeup and stuff. Maybe try and get the rest of that sweat off.
There's two pretty cheap CONDOM DISPENSERS which you totally have used ALL THE TIME in your partying.
There are three stalls. You're fairly sure one of them is occupied, but it would be like, totally rude to point that out. It's pretty quiet in here at least, except for a weird dripping sound. What do you do?
> Suddenly your back feels a bit itchy. Scratch it.
You oblige. Your back is pretty itchy for some weird reason, wow. Must have been sunburn or something, you don't tan well. You tried that fake tanning stuff and it turns out you were allergic, eww. ):
I guess you'll always be pale and scrawny and nobody will like .... anyway.
You also realize this swimsuit makes your butt look HUGE and its riding up really bad.
Um, you totally don't know what sleuthing means because you've never read the complete Sherlock Holmes including the extended commentary and introduction edition which you got totally cheap off Amazon because you are fun and peppy and not some introverted nerd. But you check out the dripping sound anyway.
It was the faucet. Duh.
But now you turn it off, there's something else that appears to be a bit louder, coming from that stall you were pretty sure was occupied. And now you're pretty sure it's occupied by two people because the sounds coming out of it are something you totally know about because you are totally NOT A VIRGIN.