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Strike the Earth!
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Canada
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> Fine. Be that way. I don't need you. I can find some other troll to command.
You have found Reztek! Unfortunately he can not be commanded at the moment because he is busy being confused and horrified by what he just witnessed. > Relive the traumatizing experience. No need, it's still fresh in your mind and currently ongoing. You are living it right now. But for the sake of avoiding confusion here's a recap. You just met yourself, from the future, who was missing an arm and bleeding profusely. He then told you about the game you would soon play with your friends that would both doom and save the world. He then told you to get to the sub-basement, which is where you are now. > Find something to distract yourself with until Doomed Reztek dies You rummage through boxes that are sweeps old, filled with old rusted instruments and other various useless things. However luck smiles upon you and you find your old husktop. This thing is ancient, and would be about as useful as a paper weight if it didn't have its power chord with it, which thankfully it does. > Begin trolling friends immediately and forget about the death of your future self You'd love to but the fact that he's you from the future is rather upsetting. It also doesn't help that you just heard a loud screeching yell coming from upstairs. While you're curious about what he's doing up there, a part of you believes enough of what he said to stay down here until the worst happens. > Realize you are going to die a premature death Upon realizing this most depressing realization you come to the only logical conclusion; time to cut away all future responsibilities, starting with the most important. > Inform friends you are going to die You start pestering Sharl. He really needs to know what's going on. You won't be needing those instruments you ordered any time soon. He'll be disappointed in the canceled order, but it's better than having him deliver the goods and never receive payment. You know, since you will be dead. You then proceed to have this conversation. However something rather important happens midway through the conversation, so we'll just jump to that part. > Jump to the important bit The important bit happens right when you realize how pathetic you have been. Specifically when you were typing the following: Show Pesterlog The noise you heard was subtle at first, as if someone coughed while holding a microphone that was hooked up to you Wall of Amps while the dial was cranked ridiculously high. You have good ears for this sort of thing. You take a few tentative steps towards the staircase that leads out of the sub-basement before you hear something incredibly stupid. show herolog OH SWEET TROLL JEGUS YOUR EARS! After a few moments of clutching your head and spewing words most unbecoming of someone with blood such as yours you return to your husktop and finish the rest of this conversation. > Read some memos You plan to, but first you need to get down to business. Tergum pestered you about the game forever ago and you never got back to him about it. show pesterlog > Deal with weird time shit You proceed to binge on several of the trans-timeline memos that your friends seem to find so amusing. You spend the next hour or so doing this, responding occasionally when necessary. You hoped to glean some information of what will happen in the game but most, if not all, of the memos quickly degrade into useless bickering. You notice that your future self chimes in occasionally, berating everyone else for their lack of organization. While the sight of words from your future self gives you some hope that you will survive, your eyes are inevitably drawn to the times he is posting from. Always ??? hours in the future. It seems you will be neck deep in surprise noodle soup for quite some time. > Enough with the memos, deal with more pressing issues You decide it's time you stopped informing yourself about the future and started living it. You begin by getting in touch with your server and client players. Better to have the foundations of the game set and organized before you start playing than resort to a mad scramble in an attempt to narrowly avoid death by meteor. > Troll your server player You proceed to have this conversation with Vintag. Evidently it didn't go as well as you hoped. Oh well, maybe you will have better luck with Scalis. > Troll your client player show pesterlog > Be another troll while waiting for a response |
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03-14-2011, 08:21 PM
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Lakitu
Join Date: Feb 2010
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You are now Aldurin's Clusterhusk.
>I said another troll . . . You are currently hacking observatories and radar emplacements across Alternia, while simultaneously processing the information. >Can't you just be Aldurin? You complete a data analysis of impact sites for all known trolls to be connected within the administrator's session of the program "Sgrub". Conflict detected between impact times and entry order with estimated rate of entry, recalculating new configuration. >What is this I don't even- Recalculation complete, maintain sequence for first four variables of each grouping, make the last four variables of each into their own groupings. >Please say that again but more normally Receiving Trollian commands, opening memo. Code:
technopathicalAnomaly [TA] opened memo URGENT CHANGE OF PLANS right now TA: bAd nEws And bAd nEws TA: fIrst bAd nEws, thE mEtEOrs wOn't ImpAct tO fIt OUr OrIgInAl sEqUEncE TA: sEcOnd bAd nEws, wE'rE cUttIng OUr tEAms In hAlf tO AccOmmOdAtE TA: glIssA And rEztEk ArE nOw prOmOtEd tO lEAdIng thE EntrY fOr thE sEcOnd hAlvEs Of thEIr rEspEctIvE tEAMs TA: wIth AnY lUck thIs shOUld fIt thE mEtEOrlOgIcAl schEdUle And lEt All Of Us gO In AlIvE TA: AlsO If yOU'rE rEAdIng thIs frOm thE fUtUrE gO tEll yOUr dAmn pAst sElvEs thAt thIs Is whAt's hAppEnIng |
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03-15-2011, 05:35 PM
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Making it happen.
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Someplace. Probably here.
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03-16-2011, 08:36 PM
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Burn.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: *Classified*
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> Be another Troll
You're now Piron. You're currentally installing the server software, though it's taking a bit of time due to your slower machine. Sitting next to it was a small round rock you found just outside, which you have the feeling is a meteorite from what you have read in the memos. > Take Meteorite. You store it for later opening. There have been a couple times from the past that you've found some odd rocks, that have had crystals lining the inside of them, so you've started hanging on to them. > Check husktop. Is it done yet? The husktop is working as fast as it can! It's an old device, several sweeps old. However, a couple minutes pass by just like that, and it's now fully installed. Checking Trollian, you see Burgun has messaged you. > Answer. brutalTrifecta [BT] began trolling StalkerSahagin [SS] BT: heeey, piron. BT: i'veee doneee all i can for leeerajeee. BT: areee you reeeady? SS: Yes. BT: okay, hurry up and CONNEEECT pleeeaseee. BT: as you can probably seee, it's PREEETTY URGEEENT that weee not wasteee timeee heeereee. :-( SS: Remember, my connection is slow. SS: There may be lag. SS: I will hasten what I can. BT: okay, that'll work. >Connect! You proceed to connect to Burgun, and soon see the wreak of her hive. She looks a bit older then you expected, but that's moot right now. You look over what you have to work with, lightly sliding your lower lip between your two sets of upper teeth as you think. BT: leeet's start simpleee: can you useee theee REEEVISEEE tool to reeepair someee of my hiveee? SS: I can make a shelter. SS: That way you won't be crushed. SS: At least until I learn these controls. BT: thanks. it'll do for theee momeeent. You spot an open spot, and using the Revise tool, repairing the floor a bit, and using some of the larger chunks, start to make them into a little shelter that Burgun can get into. You start to set them up in the repared area, setting up three walls. Lifting up a chunk to make a roof, you spy the remains of a lusus. SS: Your Lusus? BT: ...yeeeah. :-( BT: sheee just dieeed. i WANTEEED to bury heeer, but i don't haveee theee TIMEEE just yeeet. BT: gotta geeet doneee with my part of the CHAIN beeeforeee the neeext meeeteeeor hits MEEE. On the screen, you wait to see if the temporary shelter is of the right size before you start to clear out the debris so you can start getting started setting up the tools needed to continue. You're wanting to keep everything in the same room, so as to waste as little time running about. SS: Ok, try that. BT: thanks. BT: just put theee MACHINEEES wheeereeeveeer you think theeereee's someee STABLEEE ground. BT: theee BALCONY is mostly intact i think. SS: I want to keep everything togeather. SS: Waste as little time as possable. SS: I think I can clear out some of this... You then start to move some of the debris off to the side, and using the same trick you used before, repairing the floor underneath. You manage to set up the totem lathe and the cruxtruder down, but then see that there's little room left. Zooming out a bit, you spy the balcony which seemed to be intact. You set it up out there, then zoom back in to see it shake slightly. You beleve to be running short on time. BT: wheeen you'veee put down theee CRUXTRUDEER, you'll neeed to hit the top with something HEEEAVY. BT: can you seee if any of the DEEEBRIS will work? SS: Maybe. > Hit it! You pick up a heavy-looking piece of debris and drop it on the cruxtruder. It just shattered. Apperentally it was mostly hollow inside. You give a slight growl of annoynce at that, then grab something a bit more solid and drop it on that. With the impact, it released the sprite, which makes you jump a bit in surprise. Quickly glancing at the guide, you let Burgun know where to go for the Alchemiter. SS: The alcamizer is outside on your balcony. SS: I'll see about catching debris. BT: okay, wheeen i weeent through this PROCEEESS with leeerajeee, i had to stick someeething inside that glowy SPHEEEREEE. BT: you haveee any IDEEEAS what weee should useee? SS: A memo suggested our lucii... BT: what? SS: The lusus. SS: Something about bringing them back. BT: ...... BT: areee you saying i can bring sylvia back? SS: Maybe. SS: Only one way to find out. BT: yeees, pleeeaseee do. SS: Ok. SS: While I'm doing that... here. SS: Have to use this. BT: right. i reeemeeembeeer what leeerajeee did with this. >Make her wear punch card like a hat. You just set it in front of her. You have more important things to handle. Namely getting the lusus corpse into the sprite. Picking it up carefully so as not to damage it, you prepare to drop it in while Burgun handles the Alchemy. > Check out someone who isn't a Derp.
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03-19-2011, 03:09 PM
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Strike the Earth!
Join Date: Nov 2007
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03-20-2011, 12:48 PM
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Feelin' Super!
Join Date: May 2009
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> Be a troll who isn't stuck waiting.
The perspective suddenly alters to Glissa who is waiting outside of her hive for a message from Caoway. >Flashback You are now Glissa minutes in the past looking to give your friends an update on the situation. You are on the steps of your hive not far from your custodian's CORPSE. You flip through TROLLIAN and find a memo by the name APOCALYPSE NOW-ISH. You post you're piece and get a response. SHOW MEMO EXCERPT Skip to now and you are once again waiting for Caoway. >Fuck this, start this feelings jam. Yeah why should you wait for him anymore! He kept you waiting for a sweep already. Show feelings jam It has left you with many a mixed emotion. As you sit there soaking up the plethora of emotions, he contacts you again. PLEASE JUST LET IT STOP <>? <3? <3<? c3<? >Stop pondering your emotions and be productive. You look around and see that Aldurin opened a memo sort of a while ago. You responde to it, and you manage to keep your cool in this discussion. show pesterlog Finally! You get to be the star! Time to form your own great team! Now lets see. Caoway already leads his own team, you hate Leraje, Piron is going to be your client, so she's on there team, you haven't heard anything from Iropha or Ballaa, Nasryl is likely afraid to respond, and you sort of give up at this point. You come to the unfortunate conclusion that you're crack team consists of Gorrma, Zebrek, and Sharl. The chef, the Zebrek, and the merchant. Fuck. They'll have to suffice though... for now. SHOW LOG SHOW LOG SHOW LOG >Glissa: Open Memo SHOW MEMO Last edited by Bard The 5th LW; 03-20-2011 at 12:54 PM. |
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03-23-2011, 08:27 PM
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Feelin' Super!
Join Date: May 2009
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>Nasryl: Respond
You are busy crying over the death of two other people's lussi when it appears you have been greeted by a message from Reztek.  This appeals to your interests SHOW MEMO You are so ecstatic about the apparent Sgrub MiRaClE that you don't even respond. You throw your arms up in the air and rush off back to your MORGUE. You have to make Cathara presentable for revival. You definitely don't have some sort of problem or anything. >Glissa: examine memo It seems you have caught your teams attention. Good. THe sooner you connect the sooner BIROST can be revived and you can move away from the blood pool. You WOULD go inside... but what Caoways said sort of frightens you. You aren't sure if you want to enter there, especially with Zebrek steering the wheel. SHOW MEMO Is how you were treating Nasryl earlier? You are sort of starting to worry.You understand he's angsting and all, you sort of plan on angsting later as well, but YOUR life is at stake right now. Aldurin made it sound like there isn't much time left... Indeed there wasn't. Glissa couldn't see it from her shallow position under the polar caps, but the space rock had already appeared right above her hive and was made a straight descent for the water and ice that encased her home. >Glissa: Be the Imp You are now a club headed CALCIUM IMP and you are flipping the fuck out. The SAGE is wasting your friends left and right and you don't know what to do. From your vantage point, you see him talking to his SPRITE, apparently in something of a ceasefire. Maybe you should run away for now? The VICEROY would certainly prefer a report from a survivor than a whole dead team of imps. He's also less likely to show you his STABS unlike the ARCHAGENT. Yeah, thats what you'll do. You skulk off out of the odd and cluttered SHACK and find nowhere to go. The jackass hasn't built up his gate yet. Fuck. >Take the plunge You do the only thing you can and hurl yourself from the ledge of his hive and into the waves below. Anything to get away. Hopefully they'll send THE HOUNDS to deal with this prick while your away. >They: Send the hounds "WOOF!" Suddenly, after BEECHIESPRITE'S monologue, a shrill bark fills the air. From the outside of the small HIVE, a pack of three QUARTZ TEARRIERS group together and ready themselves for attack. The dogs themselves reach up a little over half Caoway's hive and their legs are at an unnatural distance between each other. Their claws are more like daggers and they seem to carry two maws that hunger for flesh. They distinctly lack eyes as well. The first of them appears to have the facial feacher's of Beechie and his glasses, despite the lack of eyes, and his paws are shaped like diamonds. The Second one has forelegs in the shape of Beechie's arms and claws, making for an awkward gait and appearance. The third one has inherited STRIZE'S antennae and possesses third set of legs that come from off the mid-section of the tordo and point forward, bearing the mantis's deadly scythes. They are out for blood and circle the shack slowly, looking for an entrance. Only a matter of time before they start leaping through windows. ========> *Ba-dump* *Ba-dump* .... *Ba-dump* That's all Leraje seems to hear after his assault on the Imp's in protection of his custodians corpse. Beating. The drumming sounds emerge seeminglt from the lands below him, and the strong cords that hold his HIVE from the large PIT below vibrate a little with each throb. They grow inconsistent at times though, as though something forces them down. There has yet been no reprise from the Imps. The MAGE'S brutal counterattack apparently frightened them off. Or perhaps there were just no others left to attack. Only the WALLSPRITE carried a presence as Leraje wnt to his computer, and it beckoned him to move away from it. Odd, garbled words were strewnabout from the ghostly wall as it urged him to move elsewhere. It wanted him to move towards Seymour. It hovered right above the slain lusus bobbing up and down as to almost make a suggestion to the young troll. How shall he react? ========> |
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03-30-2011, 05:51 PM
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Cinderella
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: Trespassing in the graveyard
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You don't seem to notice your sprite, waving it away with a frantic shoosh pap. You are unreasonably distracted because your biggest weakness has suddenly decided to message you. That's right. Vintag. Leraje: Reminisce. Humor had always been something seriously lacking in your life, Seymour had not ever been a very supporting lusus when it came to kindness and fun. He was always trying to kill you after all. As a result when you first came into contact with Vintag you weren't quite sure how to react. Typically you responded like a cunning warrior to most people, subtly pushing their buttons until they worked the way you needed them to in order to win, but Vintag had gotten to your buttons first. Mostly the funny bone. Her every odd performance always had you rolling and unlike everyone else you ever met you never did make it to trying to control her, or even ship her! You would not realize it, but you were very flushed with her. All you did know was you had the bad habit of panicking when it seemed like you said something stupid. Which was all the time. This time was no different. Leraje: Break your computer. After having this conversation you panicked(as always) but this time had the genius to whap your desk with your chains. The end result was the destruction of your PC, which was sad because it was a really good computer. Though without the distractions you finally noticed the sprite bothering you. You stopped your papping and shooshing long enough to follow it to Seymour, and you figured you knew what it wanted. You severed the chain and it fell in, and there was a sudden brightness as the thing transformed, where the TV used to be there was the image of Seymour, with a ghostly tail, and a chain around his neck, his face replaced with a TV screen. Seymour: STRIFE! You hug the little grubber. Wait what?! What is this! Why did you hug him? I mean...sure he could use a hug and all but that wasn't something a warrior like yourself did. That was what softies filled with emotions like trolls did, you were supposed to be fighting to make him stronger! Code:
Seymoursprite: YOU LITTLE WORM! What have you done? Leraje: Well...I tossed your corpse. Into the sprite thing, I guess. Why? Seymoursprite: What in the ever loving hell are you talking about boy? Seymour, oddly patient stood by and listened to your story, but at some point found the time to interrupt you. Code:
Seymoursprite: WAIT. What you are telling me, is you fused my being with the essence of that deviant mass of emotions you call a shipwall! Leraje: Huh, I guess I did. This explains the hugging. Seymoursprite: You insignificant little swine! I WILL MURDER YOU! ========>
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04-09-2011, 06:18 PM
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Strike the Earth!
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04-11-2011, 09:42 PM
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So Dreamy
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Someplace magical
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>What is it?! The suspense is killing me!! There'd bettwe not be another transition!
You are now GORRMA. >....I hate everyone and everything right now. GORRMA can't really think about hate right now! You are pacing back and forth, pondering your next move and picking gigapede legs out of your braces. Man, they may be lucky, but they're tricky to eat. You probably should've thought that through first. You could've boiled it with some herbs and fresh algae and made it more palatable. Not that it wasn't tasty, but seriously, the tiny crunchy exoskeleton bits are worse than raspberry seeds. There's a delightful mental image for you all the next time you eat anything that has raspberries in it. Bug peices. >Shut up and go outside. This is gross. That's right. You can't just mope around in your basement-block for the rest of your life. You have to think of Nommington. He wouldn't have wanted you to give up your dream. All his hard work training you to eat inedible things wouldn't go to waste! You swear it! You pick up the nearest expendable item; a wooden spoon. You raise it to the heavens, solemnly swearing on your lusus' grave that-- oh. Wait. He doesn't have a grave. He's in your sylladex ingredient bin. You solemnly swear on the sylladex ingredient bin that you will prevail, that you will use your unique gifts to become the world's greatest (possibly ONLY, considering the circumstances) Gourmancer. Every one of your future victories will be in Nommington's memory! You take a big bite of the wooden spoon to seal the deal. >Outside. Go. Now. Yeah, you'd better go see if you can find some way to put out the fire in the kitchen. You could probably run a garden hose down the chimney if you go to the surface. You could probably catch a bat or two and toast them over the chimney flames if you find a suitable toasting stick. You've been moping for over an hour and have only eaten a gigapede and half a wooden spoon in that time. You have some catching up to do if you want to make the dearly departed soul of your murdered guardian proud. You make the trek to the higher reaches of your hive, climb the exit ladder, and force open the hatch leading to the surface. Pale moonlight floods the corridor as the hatch creaks open. Something red catches your eye. A shooting star? ....a meteor? ...aaaaaannnd oh yes, looks like the forest around your hive is on fire. That's... new. You stare at the flames. You stare at the meteors. The flames get higher. The meteors get larger. You close the hatch. Yeah, maaaybe you'll stay inside for today. You return to your husktop. The tattered remnants of the SGRUB guide is at your feet. Curiously you nudge the book with your toe. It opens to a new page. >Gorrma: Read. Huh. Will you look at that? Right there, underlined: "METEORS FALL; ALL DIE." Guess you should've read the fine print sooner. Well this is disappointing. Shouldn't this SGRUB thing save you from having to die? This book should tell you, right? Oh, of course. You ATE that part of the manual. Sometimes you wish you had a less destructive hobby. Time to re-download the manual, you guess. > Troll friends. Hey, yeah! Why should you actually go and do research when you could just ask some random people on the internet? >Create memo: Apocalypshe Now-Ish. View memo >Be someone less clueless.
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although, this sudden haste... has something changed that I'm not aware of? 
I was under the impression that there was more trolls in our respective group to take account of...
Everyone is cancelling their orders on my end too! Business has been horrible. 
Of course, I only can only speak of my experience when I say this... 
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