> Stop calling the other kids by their text colors you DUMB PIECE OF TRASH.
> Examine one of your favorite books.
> Caw like a crow and eat your room.
It's your pride and joy. You want to be able to make maps like that someday, but not as widespread.
This one's pretty sweet though. What you really want is a map from one of your internet friends, particularly RL, who said he lives very far away from you. You hope it's not too much trouble, though. In fact... Nah. You'll ask him later.
How does one eat a room? You can eat your curtains maybe, and maybe the box you got SLAND in, but not your room.
Whatever the walls are made of probably don't taste good anyway.
You don't understand. They all haven't been introduced, and neither have their Pester/Trollian handles. Do you want them to all be introduced at once instead? That would be hell in a forum. There would be colors everywhere and someone would end up dying in the first minute. Sloppy makeouts of the love and hate variety, explosions, and a possible optic blast or two would take place. Oceans would rise. Cities would fall. Some poor soul would cry at the sheer stupidity of all eight kids at the same time. The adventure would end, right then and there because of their stupidity.
Granted, it would be awesome. But everything will happen in due time.
> Examine one of your favorite books
With pleasure! You love The Deathly Hallows. The Potter nerd in you can't resist. JK Rowling is a beautiful writer and you cried with the ending of TDH. It was just amazing.
You could go into a whole speech on why you love Harry Potter (The books!), when someone Pester/Trolls you.
Oh, you like her. She made you a few scarves and sent you the weird laptop thing!
How it sprouts legs and scuttles over to you will forever be a mystery. It's cool though.
Girls are really weird sometimes! Anyway. You'll install the disks when Aira contacts you later.
So, what now?
> Reader: Enter command
Well, close enough.
==>
Your name is Aradne Girare, and you are currently standing in your room. You really enjoy spinning and stitching things out of your lusus' silk cocoon, which she gave you after emerging out of it. You can spin anything out of that silk, minus things that aren't clothing. You take requests from all eight of your friends, minus Aira. Heck, you even made a few hats and scarves for RL, even though he's not interested in that stuff. He never was.
You also like gardening sometimes, but most of the things you tend to die. The only exception is a small little tree that actually seems to grow when other plants in your care die. Which is weird.
But anyway. What will you do? You can't go outside, though, unless you want to go blind.
> Enter command.
WARNING: SCRIBBLE MODE HAS BEEN-
Woo! You made a beanie. You better get this to it's recipient, but...
You don't want to talk to the messenger. Not now.
> Fuck it, talk to the messenger.
You do so. You also time yourself to see how long it takes for one of you to get a migraine, or how long it takes for the messenger's computer to explode.
You aren't sure what just happened. Boys are weird sometimes.
> Enter command.
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> Examine lime-green package
(unless that's the box that she's sending the beanie in?)
If so:
> Examine other objects on the floor behind you
Color coding is very very good, which is why you put the beanie in there! Your messenger will get it using the appearifier at his hive later. If he's alive and stuff.
Other objects? Which ones?
There's a mess of things you made for either practice or the actual intention of sending in the future. The box marked 'SLAND' is, obviously, your copies of SLAND.
Yours are special though. You managed to appearify a copy of one of the human's disks and copied all of that onto a game grub due to your sheer stupidity and curiosity. Also you were doing it to spite Aira, but that's nothing. You're not sure if that's good though, considering there was a lot of question marks in the files.
Ugh. The only one you can even think of is the worst person ever.
Beggers can't be choosers though.
Okay, what the fuck was that?! At this rate you'll never start the game!
Better check on RL again. In case he was just 'being a dick like usual'.
Well.
Watch out for royals? Does he mean like blood color? If the humans are going by text color = blood color as well...
Oh my. Not good at all.
But... There's no way. They're just too dumb for that.
You shrug the thought off.
Something's wrong though. You look back at your rather one-sided conversation and notice something weird. At least for RL.
That's... A question mark!
Things must be serious if RL is using punctuation other then a period. Way too serious.
> ...?
> Be EI (orange text guy)
or alternatively,
> Be Past Cartai before timeline sender incident
>Run Sland
Yeah, alright. Just one minute.
COMMAND OVERWRITTEN:
Well. That sucks.
You are now the stupid orange kid. What is this idiot's name-
COMMAND OVERWRITTEN:
> Be past Cartai before timeline sender incident...
You attempt to be past Cartai...
And succeed, to a point?
Uh. We should leave little 3-sweep-old Cartai to his own little devices. We have bigger fish to fry.
==>
There you go! This is about an hour before the timeline sender incident. Whatever that is or will be.
So. Who is this yellow blooded troll?
And no, don't make any jokes. I know you know what I'm talking about. I think, maybe.
You know what, just name the squirt.
> Enter name.
Dagar Pypeht (pronounced pipette)
As impressive as those names are (You remember them. They may come in handy), that's not yours. We'll just get this over with so he won't make us switch to another character.
==>
Your name is Cartai Romita, and yeah.
You tend to think you're the only sane one in your entire group of friends. Well, friend. You don't like people. At all.
Or trolls for that matter. Everyone thinks you're antisocial or something. But who cares about them?
You have books on every fucking subject imaginable. Heck, you even have books sent to you by a certain human friend/possible moirail/acquaintance. You aren't sure how to feel about her.
For some reason everyone uses you as a mailman. Pfft. Who cares about them and their mail? You get it to them anyway. It's MAIL for frick's sake! Mail has to be delivered!
Also you're a bit of a psionic, but that's unimportant.
So. What the heck are you about to do?
> ...?
> Skim through nearest book
> Is that a hamster (LUSUS??!?) cage on the floor?
Oh. You hate this book and its movie renditions with a burning passion. So much you lost the cover for the book.
'In which a young green-blooded troll finds herself in matespritship with a rainbow drinker who is possibly in kismesistude with her other matesprit, a troll that is somehow also a shapeshifter' was the worst trilogy ever. It was.
What? There is no cage.
You wouldn't cage a lusus! At least, not yours. Or anyone else's, for that matter.
What's a hamster? Is that one of Aira's things?
Nope. Totally nothing. There was never a cage there.
Ever. So just drop it.
> Hurry up and do something.
> Check up on lusus
Well okay.
Ugh. He's at it again, isn't he? Now you really don't want to check up on him. The sun's rising in an hour and you are not in the mood to deal with a lusus. Especially YOUR lusus.
You don't really give two fucks on whatever the heck he does. Which is usually do stupid things on his own accord.
But... There's nothing else to do.
Well... There's always contact on the scribble boards...
====>
It's much more convenient than Pester/Trollian. Plus you get to scribble messages on white boards, what's not to love?
Besides, you need a server and a client for SLAND anyway, why not ask the only living lifeforms to ever call you more than a stranger?
So, who is it you want to contact?
> Contact self
> Contact SK