Today is the day you receive a radioactive copy of SBURB/SGRUB, Gamma Version. So rally your pestering palhoncho's, be them troll or kid; equip your STRIFE Specibi(s); and figure out how the hell to manage your Fetch Modus. 'Cause dudes and dudettes...

WE ARE MAKING THIS HAPPEN!

"...And that is the meaning of life." Tamera's uncle just finished giving a riveting speech about life, the universe, and the number 42. Tamera was just fidgeting on the bed and with the ankle tracer the police gave her. "I'm gonna go now, you better stay put or else-"

"WE STRIFE WITH TACOS!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up to the air and falling on her back.

Uncle laughed, "Yep, and you know how the last round ended up. Later Tamera!"

Tamera loved her uncle, they were more like brother and sister than Uncle and Niece. Bouncing around the room she looked at her workbench, where she was trying to recreate Frankenstien's experiment and bring Pichu back to life. She picked the dead hamster and recited in a deep voice, "Alas, Pichu, I knew thee well, and all that other shakespearean crap" She threw Pichu back onto the table.

Tamera hummed for a bit and then decided to see if anyone was on PesterChum.

electricEccentricity [EE] Began Looking for Chums

EE: hEy! any onE thErE? ZaaaaaaaP?

Glancing out her window, Aderyn frowned. It was still so foggy she could barely see the street below, no way to tell if the mailman was coming. A quick look at the clock was enough to tell her that she still probably had several hours to wait. Stupid regular passage of time, why couldn't it go just a little faster.

As it was, she was still sore from a strife the previous day with a couple of friends , so she didn't really feel like getting up. With a sigh, she managed to roll over enough on her tie-die bedspread to reach out for her laptop. Tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she inched it closer to her for a few seconds before just grabbing it and setting it down in front of her. Aderyn flipped it open and sighed again.

Of course there were no new emails. With an annoyed huh, she opened up PesterChum. At least some interesting people were online.

unoriginalBotanist [UB] Began pestering electricEccentricity

UB: Hello!

UB: How are you, EE?

Tamera yelled "Hallelujah! The Botinist is in!" as she typed her response:

EE: HEy, hEy, hEy UB UB UB! ZZAP!

EE: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT! ZAAAAP!

EE: i got arrEstEd again! za-a-a-a-ap!

EE: thEy gavE mE this wEird anklEt thingiE! zaaap.

EE:... do you know what it doEs? Zaaaaap?

Aderyn couldn't help but giggle and was very glad she hadn't been drinking anything or it would have gone all over her precious second hand laptop.

UB: Oh wow. O.O

UB: What are you in for this time?

UB: Please tell me it was not a f-f-felony?

UB: Did you get to pick the color of your ankle thingie?

UB: I may be getting that confused with casts for broken bones actually...

Tammy took a look at the anklet for a second before replying.

EE: i climbEd an ElEctic polE scrEaming "i ist the quEEn of EccEntricity!" Zaaap

EE: it toook a tEn policE mEn to gEt mE down. Zap.

EE: oh! and a taco. zaap

EE: thE fElony was last timE zaaap

EE: whEn i zappEd my EldErly nEighbor zap-zap

EE: thE anlEt thingiE is black and blinking... zaaaaaaaaaaaap

EE: is that a good sign? zap?

(That, my palhoncho, was an amazing introduction *claps* Yes. We are indeed making this happen. We are the roleplayers, it is us.)

"And. Stay. The fuck. Back!" Deuxar growled fiercely, left eye twitching in irritation and baring his razor sharp shark-like fangs, kicking the persistent amphibian (or salamanderp, whichever you prefer) toward the door with every pause.

Once it was left out the metal door was slammed with more strength that was necessary, causing his sleeping lusus to jolt awake and then direct a disapproving glare at the troll it had raised for already seven sweeps.

Deuxar glanced at him. He scoffed, and just turned around to head for his computer. "Well at least I didn't use the chainsaw."

He kept staring.

"And you do know it'd be your turn to clean that shit, right?"

His lusus shook his head and went back to sleep.

"Fucking thought so."

typhonicDelirium [TD] began trolling electricEccentricity [EE] and unoriginalBotanist [UB]

TD: W4IT YOU DID WH4T

TD: B4H4H4H4H4

TD: did you re4lly do th4t to your neighbor

TD: akjsnkljd oh my zeus

TD: best thing ive he4rd in this cr4ppy d4y

Shaking her head, Aderyn laughed again and only glanced out her window a little bit before her fingers went back to her keyboard.

UB: Oh gosh.

UB: Always something about tacos?

UB: Well, I have never had an ankle bracelet before, but I assume the blinky light means it is working.

UB: I am also very impressed that you managed to climb and electric pole.

UB: Oh, hi there TD! How are you?

Tamera just got back from making a sandwich and sawTD had joined the chat, "YAAAAAAY!"

EE: hE was giving mE wEird looks zaa-ap

EE: plus plus! ZAAAAP

EE: hE had cookiEs! zaaaaap!

EE: hE is part of thE sith likE unclE said! ZAaaAAP!

EE: and i AM thE quEEn of EccEntricity! ZaaaP!

EE: and working how UB? Zaaaaap?

((might be gone for a bit to pick up my lil broski, I'LL BE BACK!))

Tapping her chin, Aderyn tried to think of the right words. She always had a bit of trouble with that, and talking to more than one person at one didn't help matters. TD in particular made it difficult for her to get the right message across. The trolls were very confusing. Aderyn bit her lower lip in thought as she composed her reply.

UB: That does not seem like the best reason to zap someone.

UB: But cookies are good... bluh, so conflicted... and a sith too, hmm...

UB: Well, I assume the bracelet is transmitting a signal to the police department letting them know where you are.

UB: Uh, I think.

UB: I am not really very well v-v-versed in these things, but my cousin was put under house arrest once and I think that is how his ankle bracelet worked.

UB: Aw, TD, why are you having a crappy day? Salamanderps again?

Tamera pouted. Her friend was not well versed on the matters of the Darkside.

EE: darksidE = cookiEs! zaaaaap!

EE: it's thEir irrEsistible gimmick! za-ap-ap-ap!

EE: and TD. zap.

EE: if the lizards arE bothEring you... zaaAAp

EE: shock a b*tch! ZaAp!

As Ensung ran across the rope bridge, a plank behind him fell to the muddy depths below. He was probably going to have to fix that later. Or not. Maybe. Yes. Probably. The violent swinging of the rope bridge threw him onto the balcony of a tall shrub-hive apartment, causing him to land headfirst into the balcony's floor. Blatantly disregarding injury, he quickly got up and opened the door that led inside the room.

"Okay okay okay, it's in here somewhere..." Ensung nervously tapped his fingers against his sides, looking around his room, which was incredibly messy. He dug through various piles of debris until he found what he was looking for. It was the portrait of the silhouette of a man of great knowledge. Of universal understanding. Of incessant repressed regarding for himself, and only for the stability of the current times. And also maybe future times. The master of understanding the irony of everything.

Okay, Ensung had to stop fawning over the Troll Alfred Hitchcock picture. There were currently bigger and, quite frankly, less stressing things to do. He deftly slipped the portrait into his sylladex after taking out his laptop. The computer was covered in white adhesive, but thankfully nothing was stuck to it. Ensung wiped it off, and logged into his Trollian account. It appeared others had got on before him. Good. According to plan. Whatever the plan was.

paleEquilibrium [PE] started trolling typhonicDelirium [TD], unoriginalBotanist [UB], and electricEccentricity [EE]

PE: He||o everyone

((BLUH! Really sucky intro post, I know, but I'm literally typing this with less than one minute to log off and start doing librarian duties. ARGH!))

Aderyn winced. Of course she had said something stupid. Whoops, well, it didn't seem like it had been that big of a flub, but still. Mentally berating herself, Aderyn tried again.

UB: Right, I always forget about that.

UB: But, as they are the dark side, they probably lied about the cookies!

UB: The Batterwitch's evils roots stretch deep indeed.

UB: Huh, zapping them might work...

UB: Well, if they lived in water maybe, as water conducts electricity.

UB: Hi PE! How are you?

Tamera had decided to shock Pichu to see if he would wake up finally. Only to be interrupted by a 'Ping' from her laptop. "YAY! Someone new's on!"

EE: hEy pE! ZAP!

EE: i got arrEstEd again! ZAAAAP!

EE: yay for disturbing the pEacE! zaaaaaaap!

(Bluh, I disappeared... I was forced to go out. AGAIN. Sorry u_u;)

TD: sometimes i w4nt neighbors just to bother the cr4p out of them

TD: but then 4g4in

TD: just h4ving to live ne4r other idiots would be GODD4MN 4NNOYING

At this point Deuxar was slamming his fingers on the keyboard, signature scowl on his face.

(aaaand I am being dragged out of the house again. Do they ever run out of stuff to do?!)

((I know the feeling, Wiz. Tis sucky.))

Somewhere in the loco pandemonium that is Tamera's brain, something clicked. Carrying her laptop behind her by the power cord, Tamera looked out the window. There was that mailman. He was there. Putting a rectangular package into the mailbox. With cooking tongs. He flipped the red-flag-thingie up. Tamera started squealing as she typed on the keyboard.

EE: squEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

EE: thE mailman camE! ZAAAP!

EE: i think it's the gamE! Zap!

EE: or a taco! Zap!

EE: chEck if you guys got it! Za-ap-p!

EE: imma gonna gEt minE. Za-aaaaap!

Tamera closed her laptop and stood in front of the door. As she took a step she was reminded of the tracer around her ankle. Equipping the taser from her STRIFE Specibi, Tamera overloaded the tracer's circuits with 'death by electricity'. With the tracer nullified, Tamera scampered over to the mailbox and ripped the package from the mailbox. Captchalogued RADIOACTIVE PACKAGE: Wattage- 100 Volts. That was a hell of a lot of volts.

(Meh... By the way, I am doing a the players of Space and Time, never know when you'd need those. One of them is a Jester of Time, I can surely come up with a way to mess up the game more XD)

Hearing the message notifier Deuxar immediately turned his sight from the keyboard to look at his computer's screen. As he read both of his eyebrows rose up, mainly in disbelief at the bunch of ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP and all of its alternate spellings. Deuxar simply rolled his eyes, sighing, and started to type down a response of his own... Zap.

Okay I am stopping now.

TD: the g4me?

TD: what the h4il is it even supposed to 4rrive th4t e4rly?

TD: well the sooner the better i guess

TD: which reminds me i should check if my own copy h4s 4rrived yet or not

TD: i h4vent gone out of my hive for 4 couple of d4ys

Despite his usual ill nature Deuxar still sent nervous glances at the tunnel leading to the exit of his hive, you may never know when one of those lava beasts will show up at your door. Clawing at it and so very kindly requesting you to be their lunch. Seriously, he needed a break from those motherfu-

BANG! BANG!

Deuxar's facial expression was far more angry than the habitual furrow of his brows.

He stood up from his seat, slamming his hands against the desk as he did so and then equipping the chainsaw from his STRIFE Specibi. Not strangely enough he soon started protesting with an unnecessarily loud tone. "BUT OF COOOOURSE THEY HAD TO ARRIVE TODAY! it wouldn't f*cking be my hive if they didn't! I just can't get five minutes of peace in here because they keep insisting and insisting!" Deuxar rapidly ranted while storming out his room and through the tunnel. Complaints went on ceaselessly though at some point he cringed; the banging on his door had gotten a lot louder.

Aderyn had not been paying a huge amount of attention to her computer for the last several posts, so she failed to noticed the excitement brewing online. The was mostly because, in the distance, just barely visible through the thick fog, the mailman was approaching. Her bed squeaked in protest as she bounced on her knees, unable to remain still, a huge grin breaking out over her freckled face. She cast a glance at the door.

Grandfather was probably still busy at the shop, so he obviously wouldn't be able to get the mail, which would of course leave it to her. There was of course the fact that she had played sick that morning in order to get out of work, so she wasn't technically supposed to leave her room, let alone the apartment. Aderyn glanced around the room for some sort of clever disguise. As usual, her room was a complete mess, but her trusty trenchcoat was hanging off her closet door and several strange hats were perched nearly anywhere they could be.

Grin widening, Aderyn quickly turned back to her keyboard, fingers nearly flying over it.

UB: dflfkl;vsrio[jkf

UB: OH MY GOD!!!!!

UB: Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys!

UB: Mine is here!

UB: It is walking down the street!

UB: Gotta go, be right back!!!

Not bothering to leave the chat, Aderyn leapt from her bed, darting to her closet, she threw on her too big trenchcoat, shoving up the ends of the sleeves so she could still use her hands. Oh well, in the long run her being tiny would help the whole hiding thing. Looking around, she tried to find the least bizarre of the many hats that littered her room. For some reason, her mother assumed Aderyn loved unusual head wear and felt the need to send as many crazy hats back in care packages as possible.

Selecting a rounded dark blue hat, Aderyn jammed it on her head and snuck out of her room and down the stairs as quietly as possible. It wasn't really very quiet, given that the huge coat tripped her about three times, nearly sending her toppling down the stairs. She paused just for a moment at the small entry way at the bottom of the stairs to add a couple of the umbrellas that had been leaning against the wall to her STRIFE Specibus.

There was no way out of the apartment without going through the flower shop, the entry way leading directing into the back room. Pulling her hat low over her eyes, Aderyn took a deep breath and slipped into the dark recesses of the storage room.

-----

Meanwhile, just two states away another copy of the game was being delivered and a teenage boy sat perched on his windowsill, waiting for the truck to pull away. Kieran Gilroy had been perched there for quite some time, actually, lying in wait for the mailman's arrival. He hadn't bothered going online yet that day, mostly because the thought hadn't occurred to him. Of course, it should have, but his brain had been so filled with excitement about the game that it hadn't even crossed his mind. True, as soon as he got the game, he would have to go online and tell everyone just how awesome it was to get an early copy.

The cheery singing of show tunes downstairs made it certain that he couldn't venture downstairs without being pulled into a musical STRIFE with his cousin. Lisa was surprisingly handy with her SpatulaKind. Honestly, Kieran had yet to win a strife against her, most of the time he absconded within a few rounds, but she still packed one hell of a punch. That was really not something he wanted to deal with just yet. As the truck pulled away, Kieran pulled two sai swords from his STRIFE Specibus and prepared to make his move.

Jumping out of the window, he turned just in time to catch the ledge with one hand. Wincing slightly at the jerk to his shoulder, Kieran swung back and forth a few times, before letting go and propelling himself towards the large overhanging roof of the porch. He hit the roof a bit more painfully than he had hoped, the edge digging into his chest, but managed to stab both daggers into the old weather beaten wood. Hauling his legs up, Kieran pulled the sai swords free and inched along the edge of the roof, careful not to put any weight on the rain gutter, his previous roof excursions had already led to it being replaced three times. Once he reached the other side of the roof, Kieran slid off, wrapping one hand around the support pillar, Kieran slid to the ground.

Casting another quick glance at the front door, Kieran tucked his daggers into his belt and sprinted to the mailbox. Yanking the door of the box open, Kieran ignored the boring white envelopes, going straight for the thicker beige envelopes. Grinning widely, Kieran eyed the slightly glowing Gamma packages. Captchalouged RADIOACTIVE PACKAGES: Spin to purple to retrieve.

Feeling extremely pleased with himself, Kieran punched a fist in the air and definitely didn't perform any sort of victory dance. Turning, he dashed back to the front porch, this time not bothering with being overly sneaky. He threw open the front door and rushed up the stairs to his room, ignoring Lisa's shout and thrown spatula that just missed his head. This was not time for silly games, he had a package to brag about!

(Bluh, overly long post. I will bring in the other two characters later...)

Lass scampering back to her uncle's room, Tamera began to drag the overly large Perpetual Electric Generator in front of the door to her room. She laughed maniacally as she turned the crank, static coursing along the surface. And with an anti-clamatic pop the Radioactive Packages. Skipping over to her laptop and bed, she started chatting to the deceased Pichu while installing one of the discs which was named 'Client'.

"This is gonna be fun-fun Pichu." Silence, "Ya don't think so?" More silence. "FINE! BE A PR*CK! YOU AIN'T INVITED NO MORE!"

Grumbling the infuriating exchange, Tamera stared at the computer and went slack-jawed. Fingers moved automatically to the keyboard and typed.

EE: triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap

Meanwhile, Nevara had been sleeping rather deeply. Her hive was quiet, a little too quiet. Cracking her eye open she quickly jumped out of bed. It wasn't snowing. She could leave the hive. Glancing nervously to where her escape hatch was a small grin stretched across her face. Maybe it came in today. "Alright Nevara. Time to put on your big girl undies and get that package!" she exclaimed loudly.

At the exclamation her lusus opened it's eye a little and glanced at her. "Don't worry I won't be gone long enough to do any actual harm" she said with an eye roll.

Soon enough the eccentric troll girl Lass scampered up the ladder and undid the hatch. It didn't occur to her what would be happening next since it snoed so much. "ACK!" was all she managed to say as the snow fell from above said hatch, and onto her head. While the snow was falling it had managed to knock her off the ladder. "Omficleshiznogh" was all that could be heard as she shoved her head out from the snow with large eyes and chattering teeth. " h-h-holy fr-fr-fruck!" she stuttered as she crawled out the snow and over to her computer.

When she logged in she saw a sort of group thing going on and decided to join it.

FrozenFolly[FF] began trolling ElectricEccentricity[EE], TyphonicDelirium[TD] and unoriginalbotanist[UB]

FF: A sn_w p_le j_st f_ll on my h_ad. Brrr_rrrr_.

FF: W_it! Y_UR G_MES C_ME IN!!!?!?!?!??

Finally, the trippy installation screen blipped off and Tamera wiped the drool dribbling out of her mouth. Noting FrozenFolly came online, Tamera responded first.

EE: hEy FF! Zaa-aap!

EE: yErp. i just finishEd installing my cliEnt disc. zaaap.

There was a loud bang from the front door along with an exasperated "TAMERA!"

EE: Erp. unclE camE in. zaaaaap...

EE: i'm scrEwEd. zap.

A loud roar rumbled the house.

EE: makE that doublE scrEwEd. za-a-a-a-a-ap!

EE: hE just summonEd thE taco bEast. zaaaaaap.

!STRIFE!

Equipping her taser, Tamera lunged out the door. She went into a fencing position as she stared down the taco-beast, who had the head of a taco and the body of a brown bear covered with lettuce, tomato slices, and bits of shredded cheese.

"My name is Tamera Kowalski and you look delicious. Prepare to STRIFE!"

The TacoBeast moved first, Agressing with a paw swipe. Tamera was hit head on and her back slammed against her bedroom door. With a utterly nonsensical war-cry, Tamera Agressed back, kicking her taser charge to 'OMFG' level, she leapt into the air and slammed the electric arc into the Beast's delectable head and it exploded. The kinetic energy sent Tamera flying through her bedroom door and against her bed. Uncle came in, Stupid Ninja Headband and all, and plucked the 'Server' Disc from Tamera's bed.

Uncle then went into a long lecture about listening to the police even though electric-pole climbing is safer than what most teens do, not disobeying him, and to not to under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES destroy the TacoBeast. God knew it took him forever to catch the tricky sucker. She listened to this with a frayed mind as she passed out just as Uncle said, "YOU ARE GROUNDED WHEN YOU WAKE UP!"

____________

The heavy and deadly metallic weapon was tiredly tossed aside, action which was accompanied by the inevitable loud noise it made from the impact. Once he had gotten rid of the chainsaw Deuxar let himself relax and took heavy breaths in attempt to get more oxygen in his lungs, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses so they were higher up the bridge of his nose as he scanned the area one last time. Not that there was that much to see anyway.

About four or five lava salamander bodies, all violently sawed apart or stepped on out of mere anger, littered the floor around the cave to his hive. If you could even call them bodies. They were pretty much just a huge mess of blood and badly cut pieces of meat. Deuxar stared until the corners of his lips tilted upwards to twist into a proud smirk. A lot sooner than expected irritation was replaced by satisfaction with own handiwork.

But he had better stuff to do, though.

He turned his attention to the thick beige envelope being held by his webbed hand. How someone had found the rusty mailbox somewhere around the cave was beyond him but he did not give the subject much thought. Who cares? Anyway. He'd managed to get away only with the server copy, unfortunately, the other one had been one of the salamander's meal and he couldn't bother to retrieve it. Deuxar shrugged before putting away his chainsaw and going back into his hive.

Captchalogued RADIOACTIVE PACKAGE.

And now he'd have a hard time with the memory game shit... Damn.

TD: just got mine

TD: one of those f*ckers sw4llowed my client copy whole though

TD: so id h4ve to stick to server only

TD: BEC4USE I WONT

TD: I REPE4T

TD: wont stick my h4nd in its stupid 4mphibi4n stom4ch

When Tamera woke up, she was not staring at her angry uncle, but a golden room. Sitting up, she smiled at her changed attire. Flying out the window to see prospit, she grabbed her feet, performing aerial somersaults.

"IMMA WEARIN' GOLDEN FOOTIE PJS! WOOOOOOO!"

Sneaking quietly through the back room, Aderyn paused at the door to the rest of the shop, waiting until her grandfather was distracted by a customer to make her move. Lass scampering as quickly as she could with her massive coat, she made it through the shop and to the front door just as the mail slid through the slot. Glancing at her elderly guardian first, Aderyn dropped to the ground, pretending to tie her shoe and stood up with her envelopes tucked away in her sylladex.

Keeping her hat low over her eyes, Aderyn only tripped over two displays before sighing. "Screw it," she muttered, tossing the hat from her head and absconding as quickly as possible. She heard her grandfather's voice behind her, but they could strife later, she had a game to install!

-----

Having done another small victory dance in his room after avoiding a strife with his cousin, Kieran hopped into his chair and turned on his computer. It was time to pester some chums. They would never believe he had just received an advance copy of the--hey now, what were they all talking about? Happy bubble deflating just a little bit, Kieran logged into PerstChum.

lovesickLeprechaun [LL] began pestering frozenFolly, unoriginalBotanist, electricEccentricity, and typhonicDelerium

LL: woah, woah, woah, wooooah! let me get this straight.

LL: all of you got your games today?!

LL: seriously?!

LL: oh, TD, sweetie, you're gunna need booooth disks if you really wanna play.

LL: server player's fine, i guess, but the client part is important too, babe.

unorginalBotanist has ceased being an idle chum

UB: Aw, TD, you lost your client disk? That sucks!

UB: Oh, hey LL, you got yours too?

LL: sure did, sweetheart.

UB: Cool, so we can all play together! Excitement!

UB: Oh shoot, hold on, be right back!

----

Aderyn quickly jumped off her bed as a sound of thundering footsteps grew near. She rushed to her door and slammed it shut, glancing around for things to shove in front of it.

"Addy!"

She flinched at her granfather's carrying voice. "Uh, sorry Gramps, can't come out right now," she said mustering up her best sick voice and coughing loudly. "I'm super, super sick. Don't come in!"

"Addy, open this door."

"No can do, Grampa," Aderyn called back, eyes lighting up when her eyes locked on her desk chair. It worked in all the movies, didn't it? Darting over, she grabbed the chair and quickly shoved it under the door knob, keeping it closed, in theory. Going back to her bed, Aderyn froze with the door knob rattled, but the chair stood firm. She could hear her grandfather muttering under his breath on the other side of the door, but eventually, he sighed and his footsteps grew fainter as he left the hallway and went back down stairs.

Aderyn breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her chat.

UB: Damn, that was too close.

Tamera giggled while looking at the clouds. "Funny clouds!" Hopefully she will remember to remember what the hell the trippy clouds had shone her later on. She put a finger to her bottom lip and began to think. "I should be gettin' up now."

And with that Tamera woke up in the real world. Quickly scanning over the posts that had happened while she was asleep, Tamera responded.

electricEccentricity ceased being an idle chum

EE: TD ain't thE only onE missin a disc. zaaaaaaaaaaap...

EE: unclE took my sErvEr copy. za-ah-ah-aaaaap.

EE: oh my god. ZAP! ZAAAAAP!

EE: i'm thinkin linEarly! ZAP!

EE: i think i gots thE crazy knockEd out of me! ZAAP!

EE: from that STRIFE! ZAP-P!

EE: w/ thE tacobEast! zaaaaaaaaaap!

EE: somEonE tEll mE i'm still crazy! ZAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

EE: plzplplzplzplzplzplzplz! ZAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAP!

Tamera was just being a tad over dramatic. The bruises from the STRIFE did hurt like hell, but probably not enough to make her brain-Tamera shuddered- Normal

Deuxar smacked his forehead against the keyboard as it was customary... For him. Great. Just simply great. He needed the client copy, but oh boohoo he didn't have it because it was currently residing in the stomach of some rotting corpse. Deuxar let out a low growl before straightening his back and bringing a hand to rub his pained forehead. With the other one he typed a response. "Bah, I'll get it later..." He grumbled.

But he still took out one of his knives from a cabinet. Nope, not chainsaw for now. A knife was a lot more suitable for the job.

Deuxar frowned and sunk in his seat somewhat, knife still in one hand. All of this was already starting to get on his nerves.

TD: seriously LL

TD: knock it off with the 'sweetie' 4nd 'b4be' cr4p.

TD: who 4m i

TD: your m4tesprit

TD: but 4nyw4y is the client copy re4lly necess4ry

TD: if it is then id h4ve to go b4ck there 4nd slice th4t thing open

FF: I'll be le_ving to (H_pef_lly) c_llect my d_sks.

FF: I sh_nt ask wh_t I'm p_ndering.....

--FrozenFolly became an idle chum--

Nevara tilted her head before looking back up at the hatch. Just by looking at it she thought up several ways to get there, but decided the simplest way was best. As she was climbing the pile of snow a tune popped into her head. " Come little children, I'll take thee away, Into a land of enchantment~ Come little children, the times come to play... Here in my garden of magic." she whispered as she crawled up into the snow. "Ack!" she said before covering her eyes. "Why is it so briiiiiiight" she whined to nobody in particular.

Looking aruond she stumbled towards her mail-holding...thingy...and looked into it. "Hmm...." she said as she puleld out the disks. It wasn't as difficult as it had been to the others. Well, I guess that's why it's a good thing she lived on the damned snow mountain.

Kieran grinned, TD was soooo fun to mess with. He wasn't really looking forward to spinning the hell out of his sylladex to get his disks out, but that could wait a little while. Suddenly he was glad his cousin had insisted he find a jillion walkthroughs for the game before letting him preorder a copy. Sure, he hadn't exactly read them all completely, but he was at least starting the game with some idea of what to do.

LL: okay, so the server player lets you bring someone a client player into the game after they connect with you so they can start playing.

LL: it works best when you have it so there's sort of a circle of client players and sever players all connected together.

LL: so basically, if you don't have your client disk, you're gunna be left out in the cold, hot stuff.

LL: and you know you love my terms of endearment, sugarface!

(Bluh, be right back, will post with rest of characters ASAP!)

Deuxar hmph'd indignantly, crossing one leg over the other and sending a nasty glare at the computer's screen through narrowed eyes. It was like one of those times when he felt the entire universe was slapping him on the face, laughing every time he screwed up or just making every little thing annoy him to no end. Or maybe his luck really is crappy. But then again, does such a thing as luck even exist? ... There is also the possibility he simply sucks.

TD: 4LRIGHT 4LRIGHT

TD: i get it

TD: ill go get my client copy in 4 while

TD: but seriously LL QUIT IT WITH THE CORNY NICKN4MES

TD: wh4t is even the point of th4t

TD: wh4t do you expect to g4in from calling me de4r 4nd 4ll that cr4p other th4n gr4ting on my nerves

TD: 4lso why would i even f4vor th4t

TD: where do you pull those f*cking stupid ide4s from

((Gassy: Leave for work == You have become rescheduled so you can't find time to 'squeeze through firewall cracks' to RP.

Gassy : Sob uncontrollably. lolz, story of my life. Also, I might be bringing in another RPer.))

Ensung blinked to see the rapid shift in Pesterchum messages. Had he been asleep? He yawned and stretched as he contemplated this, feeling extremely stiff. It wasn't that bad, sleeping outside of a recupracoon, really. Just sudden, he supposed.

paleEquilibrium ceased being an idle chum

PE: |s anyone st||| on?

PE: Oh, | guess everyone has gone to go get the|r d|scs....

PE: Excuse me

The straight horned troll tried to recollect the whereabouts of the game he had received a day ago. Where had he put it? He quickly scanned his sylladex's inventory; nothing bu a length of rope and the Troll Hitchcock portrait. He had probably left it out so it wouldn't become glued to anything else. Where had he-?

A groaning noise sounded outside. Getting up, he walked out of the room to the balcony to see his lusus rubbing up against the shrub. Gog, his lusus was dumb. Not dumb in a bad way, but he was ever so insensitive to the cosmic importance of this particular shrub being slime free. Actually, even Ensung didn't know exactly how important that was. Just the nagging voice in the back of his head, he supposed. It was always giving vague commands like that, yet it had never proved him wrong. He stared disapprovingly at his guardian until he noticed something on the lusus' tail... foot-thing. Was it...? He hoped it wasn't.

He leaned in for a better look. It was. His now extremely slimy, wet, rumpled package containing the game discs. Crap.

((edit because HAPPY NIC CAGE DAY EVERYONE http://i41.tinypic.com/fjgv0i.jpg ))

((2nd edit because it's been two days and no one's replied. did I do something wrong?? I'm more than happy to edit if I did.. sorry, I'm extremely paranoid; I know everyone's probably busy with school and work and stuff))

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