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03-09-2011, 02:13 PM
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Strike the Earth!
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Canada
Posts: 3,185
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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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