|
Post by selmette on Jul 12, 2011 17:11:28 GMT -5
reality is no more.
my imagination is reality.
i control everything.
i want it all to die.
i will destroy it.
i will destroy everything.
you are a pawn.
you are a worthless puppet.
you mean nothing.
you can defeat me.
in the end you cannot escape yourself.
in the end you must face the things you have done.
and then everything will be destroyed.
and i will get what i want.
i want it all to die.
i want you to die.
i will destroy everything.
i will destroy you. The kids--Buck, Sean, Toby, Aaron, Quil, Ceci, Tate, and Mina--all know one another fairly well. As well as you can know someone separated from you by a monitor screen, anyway. They found each other through an online forum created for people with a wide variety of interests, and all become close friends pretty quickly, despite never having actually met in person. However, a bunch of obnoxious trolls with nothing better to do with their time recently decided to start spamming the forum; about fourteen of them, each with their own unique way of communicating the same message. They're spewing nonsense about the aliens and the end of all worlds and buckets. It's ridiculous, and the kids are sick of putting up with their senseless shenanigans. They've retreated to a private chat client by the name of Pesterchum. Unfortunately, no matter how many times they blocked the persistent nuisances or change their chumHandles, they always manage to be found and trolled time and time again. In fact, each troll has developed a particular fondness for bugging a specific kid--how odd. And today the kids are going to find out exactly what the cyberbullies have been going on about for so long; with some dire consequences.
The trolls--Cadrax, Perdix, Tayuya, Ikirid, Kiorid, RT, Fyvell, Ikroye, Shaos, Vasuki, Flinta, Aleces, Dezret, and Billie--all know one another fairly well. As well as you can know someone whose chitinous windhole you want to cram a sharp object down, anyway. They've grown accustomed to each other's company, even if they do, more often than not, struggle with tolerating the existence of said company. But that's Alternian culture for you. Actually, the only thing they really have in common with one another is their mysterious prophetic friend, Kiorid, who has been known to zone out and recite ominous poetry over the sweeps. It was during one of these episodes that she supposedly foresaw the end of all worlds. Everyone's been asking themselves(and each other) the same question: is she wrong this time? Can they afford to be right? Not knowing what else to do, they followed Kiorid's instructions and hacked into an alien server in order to communicate with the (un)intelligent life that they'll be meeting any day now. And that day is today. act one > Act 1You are a bit disoriented after having your molecules transported through time and space without any warning prior, but you're pretty sure you're on the moon. You think. It looks like the moon, anyway. Or perhaps merely a moon. It suddenly occurs to you that failure to grasp certain universal concepts does not affect their potential interaction with you! This moon very well may not even be the satellite corresponding to your planet. How ignorant of you to assume that. Wow you sure are dizzy. The silvery rock below you seems pretty sturdy. You can't help but notice a particularly alien looking sheen shimmering ominously on its surface. Gravity seems to follow the same laws here as on your home planet, at least. Maybe you should try looking up oh wow that did not help your nausea you think you're going to pass out oh god Deep breaths. Theeere we go. Why don't you try the foreground first. Much better. Hey look it's that friend of yours! And that one guy you hate. And that other dude. Also there are aliens. You're a bit too discombobulated to be in shock at the moment though. You expect to be paralyzed with fear somewhere in the near future. Your depth perception isn't currently at its prime, per se, but you think you can see a marble building on the horizon there. And a flag. And lots of fancy space ships. What is that? Some sort of ACADEMY? (Actually it really is an academy but you don't know that yet.) It's kind of... wavering. After you've regained your composure you recognize how strange the shimmery and wavery effects are and why they look so out of place here. Isn't that the effect refracted light waves are supposed to have in the ocean? Why are you submerged underwater in space. That's just stupid. In every kind of way. And also pretty cool. But mostly stupid. Above you is the dark pitch-black of space, though right now it seems brighter than anything you've ever seen, even when dulled by the watery atmosphere. Actually, you're pretty sure if it wasn't for that dimming screen you would go blind just by staring into space. Huh. Things suddenly make sense. You can see columns of stardust in really weird colours you have no idea what to name(these types of colours are referred to as CRYSTAL but you don't know that either) like neon violet and navy yellow. All the stars look shattered and you can see them in pieces scattered everywhere, their light flickering and gradually fading into the pitch-black antimatter of space. A fiery comet speeds past and you almost shield your face from the heat before you realize how many millions of light years away it must be. A couple of asteroids rotate slowly in the distance. You begin to wonder if time is even a functioning concept at your current location. Except then you stop because your brain hurts. There are odd mechanical parts strewn along the ground. Gears, cranks, levers; a rather eclectic conglomerate of miscellaneous doodads and contrivances as well as various gizmos and widgets, if you do say yourself. Which you don't because you're not completely certain if some of the words you just used are really even words. Common sense dictates they belong to the very complex looking machinery surrounding you and the rest of the group. Are you... in some sort of intergalactic construction site? Although the engineers look more like the result of a really bad medieval science fiction than actual mechanics. Is that a spacesuit or armour? Or maybe both. You can't even tell. You don't think it matters, really. You can sort of hear the muffled metallic clank of their tools against the machines, but not really. You wish you could make out a word they were saying; it's either the weird spacewater properties at work or they don't want anyone eavesdropping or they've stopped talking completely and are staring straight at you. You can't see their expressions through the black screen of their helmets. Their body structure seems similar to that of your species, but seeing as how cannibalism is still a thing that doesn't really console you. And so it begins.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 12, 2011 18:26:11 GMT -5
((IS THIS CORRECT?))
> Aaron: Question location.
You open your eyes as they adjust. It seems you're in a line, with all of your chat buddies.
"Okay, what In the Name of Something are we Doing here?" You yelled. Then, something else caught your attention.
Grey people, with horns. What were they doing here? Were we abducted by them?
They looked kind of familiar, though. For now, you'll just call them TROLLS. Even if they aren't.
|
|
|
Post by gold on Jul 12, 2011 18:27:26 GMT -5
((YES. And lol, Mr. Glowystarshades.))
> Sean: Think and look around.
Well. It's good you took your shower early today.
You look around at the other humans, analyzing them. It's pretty simple to tell which one is Ceci, but the others aren't as easy. But that's not important right now.
You turn your attention to the horned kid standing directly across from you. He fits the description your troll gave of himself, with the dang horoscope symbol and straight-up horns and everything. The only thing you knew about horoscopes before you googled it was from Animal Crossing, and... you still don't know much. Only some of the symbols.
You debate with yourself whether it would be a good idea to run up and punch him or not. Of course, that would probably start a fight between you and seven aliens with horns, unless they have some weird alien culture thing about dueling between two people.
You decide not to do this for two reasons. One, it probably isn't a good idea to start a fight right off the start, and two, you've read about aliens with iron bones or something like that. Wait. Isn't bone stronger than iron? You forget, because you never paid attention to stuff like that when your personal teacher was talking.
Your attention is caught by the Spacemonau-- err, Astronauts. It seems that your sudden warp through space (and possibly time) has distracted them, however, and they're all staring at you and the others. You don't like being stared at, but you suppose they have a good reason.
You decide to take a closer look at the machines. As interesting as aliens are, there are alien machines nearby. Your father would be proud, as if you care about him.
>Ikroye: Keep calm and try not to run.
Oh no. The human you trolled once is right there. Ever since the first time you trolled him, he started trolling you, and he did it a lot better then you ever will.
Honestly, he scares the crap out of you. You can't even see his eyes. You think his shirt is kinda girly, but that doesn't stop you trembling when he starts a Trollian convo with you. You also can't even see his horns. It's as if he doesn't have any! Even worse than Fyve's.
Looking around, though, neither do any of the others. It's as if... oh, gog. They don't have any? Well, that's an advantage. You sigh with relief.
You look through each of them. You think it's very odd that their planet doesn't have any females at all, only males. It makes you wonder just how they make their gru--
Oh dear. If you were filming a movie like you used to, you would do a dramatic close-in right about now. You decide to stare heavily at her for a bit. You turn your attention to something else when you start to feel uncomfortable.
Your left eye, the only one that still works, sees that he is staring at you. Oh no. Thankfully, he turns his attention to his left a second later, and you realize you haven't looked over there yet.
You turn, and see some machines. Eh. Nothing special.
You then decide that standing around and looking at things is boring, but you aren't the type to speak first, so you decide it best just to wait.
|
|
|
Post by Andrea on Jul 12, 2011 18:37:57 GMT -5
((well let's give this a shot :Y))
> Cory: Stop shaking.[/u]
Upon realizing that you're trembling like a leaf, you decide that the first step is to stop doing that. You're pretty sure that real manly men don't shake. Not that you know, since you're not a real manly man. Actually you're a kid standing in a strange place surrounded by people and aliens.
You decide that the first thing to do is stand up straight. You were sort of slouching before, letting your dusty old fedora droop down over your eyes. Recalling that one time you watched a movie with a cowboy in it, you decide that the next thing to do is stroke your beard. Unfortunately you don't have a beard, so you just stroke the side of your face like an idiot while looking around. You hope they can't see you're nervous.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn on Jul 12, 2011 19:26:14 GMT -5
> Fyvell: Be the oldest troll.
A5 if being the o~lde5t reelly matter5 no~w, you think from afar, taking in everything around you. Or, not so much around you as above you. You know these trolls, know of these humans, know not of the strange spacemen, and they are all unremarkable compared to the cosmic fireworks spinning themselves across the universe right before your eyes, which by this point have widened and dilated to golden saucers, as if these adjustments to your simple biology will somehow aid you in absorbing absolutely all of the spectacle.
Your enthrallment with these heavens only slightly edges out your absolute terror of them. You kind of always hoped the scales would be tipped that way when the time finally came. And now you're all here. In a way, it feels like you've always been here. You're not sure whether to smile or scream, so you keep your face open and unreadable as you watch another comet streak across space.
One of the humans cries out his confusion, and you do not have the fortitude to answer him. You are fixated on the stars, and nothing is going to tear your eyes away from them, probably not until someone addresses you verbally or physically.
You would kill to have your camcorder with you, or at least a pocketful of miracle tree leaves. The knots in your digestive organs are spiking whenever you let yourself think about all of this, and Gog knows they would help. But these objects are gone, and that is making you feel slightly better, that you weren't just an object to be left behind. It is also terrifying you even more. Alway5 a do~uble-edged 5wo~rd, you think. Your voice in your mind is solemn and firm. You don't think it will sound like that once you actually try to talk.
But you hope it will.
> Toby: Be the one of the oldest kids.
You are actually pretty okay with this. Your broad stature, moderate height, and toned muscles stand you out a bit from the rest of your forum-going friends, who you've just realized you've never seen in person before, much less on what appears to be the moon. A lot of them look a lot like they did in the pictures they posted. Different clothes, different haircuts in some cases...but these are definitely the people you used to spend hours on end talking to on your favorite forum.
Ceci is easy enough to pick out, and your penchant for faces comes in handy for most of the others as well-- Quil is recognizable enough, as are Buck and Cory. You are pleased to see that Cory also has a star on his shirt, although he his clearly not as confident in his masculinity as you, judging from the neutral colors and the way he was shaking so badly earlier. You have the urge to say real men wear pink, but then you remember that that phrase hasn't been cool for years, if it was even cool when it originated. So you don't say anything just then.
The rest must have either not posted their picture at all, or what they looked like has just evaporated from your memory bank. Even though you all kept talking on Pesterchum, trading photos became less and less of a priority as quick chats took over. It was alright, though. It afforded those crazy trolls less of a chance to get in touch with all of you, and--
Oh, right. There were totally space aliens right in front of you, and if all of you were really on the moon, this meant that they had been completely right about everything. That frustrates you to no end. You feel this frustration displaying itself on your face, but you shift your expression back into neutrality as you try and decide whether it'd be more practical to talk to your forum friends or chance a conversation with one of the trolls.
"Hm"
|
|
|
Post by icon on Jul 12, 2011 19:29:57 GMT -5
>Aleces: Fondly regard space station.
Well, aren't you taking this well. Your home practically gets destroyed and you get taken to Gog knows where and it looks like you're doomed and all you decide to do is look over at the station off in the distance. The least you could do is maybe acknowledge the presence of the others, but you decide to just stare over at the station. Hmm.
It's hard to see anything about the BUILDING from here. It's gleaming, a bright, glowing white. You suppose that you'll find out what its PURPOSE at some later point.
Anyways. You look around a bit. It's those HUMANS, from the FORUM you guys trolled. You wonder what they're doing here too, but then again, nobody really ever tells you these things. Huh. You decide to sit around and wait to see what happens next.
>Quil: Grumble in complaint.
Irritated, you decide to content yourself to complaining a tiny bit. Right when you'd had that excellent twist for the STORY you're writing, too. It was going to be a DRAMATIC REVEAL, a surprise that nobody would have seen coming- the villain was about to claim that he was the hero's-
Oh, right, there are other PEOPLE WATCHING YOU. You figure making a fool of yourself in front of these guys probably isn't the best choice right now, so you decide to look over everything you have. PEN? It's in your pocket. You know you have your NOTEBOOK on you, and of course you've got your WATCH on your wrist. Stupid thing is still broken, though.
You decide to look around for a bit. You can see a couple of your friends from the ONLINE FORUM you used to hang out on, until it got spammed with ANNOYING TROLLS. You can recognize a few of them- there's Cory with his COOL FEDORA, stroking his chin for some reason. And there's the other guy whose name you can NEVER REMEMBER- what's he doing here? Come to think of it, what are all of you doing here? You'll have to look into this later.
This all seems like an interesting PLOT for a STORY you might want to try writing someday.
|
|
|
Post by friday on Jul 12, 2011 19:50:21 GMT -5
((WHERE MAKING THIS HAPEN))
> Cadrax: Stand there and look like an idiot.
You don't know what's going on, but you would certainly like to. You find your eyes transfixed on the building in the distance. It is a very important-looking building. But not so important that it restricts you from entering it, of course. It takes you a while to realize that anything (or anyone) else is around you, you're so entranced by it.
The sight of others startles you, making you flinch. You quickly adjust your monocle, regaining your dignity and feigning indifference. This is not fooling anyone, especially the trolls you happen to know. You scowl upon recognizing those lower than you. They aren't worth recognizing during an event as important as this, so you turn to someone who seems to be of higher status to interrogate.
"|what is ouur location|" you ask the troll you know to be Ikirid, "|and what are those strange pink lifeforms that seem to be accompanying uus|"
> Ikirid: Be fascinated by your new surroundings.
After blinking rapidly for a few seconds, your eyes dart around as you drink in this new place you've been transported to. Not only does this place look absolutely amazing, but trolls you know are here, too! You don't know how this place could get much better. It's almost like something you've dreamed of in the past, but then again, you see a lot of strange things in your dreams.
But there's something you haven't seen before. Your eyes light up and you skip over to examine these interesting new subjects. Someone might have been asking you something a second ago, but you ignore them. You can only focus on one thing at a time, after all.
"Hey, look~! 8D You guys are humans, right~? You look soooooooo cool~! In a sort of weird and familiar and smelly way~"
|
|
|
Post by Tam on Jul 12, 2011 20:06:48 GMT -5
> Buck: Be Mr. Crossbones.
Well, okay, that's not the most useful command you could have started off with, but whatever you say.
You are now MR. CROSSBONES, although in reality you have been for quite some time. Nearly three years, in fact, ever since you found your AWESOME T-SHIRT in the thrift store down the street from your apartment block. You also have a variety of INTERESTS, but they aren't important right now because you're running out of things to distract yourself from the rather disturbing circumstances you've suddenly found yourself in.
For example, you are standing on what appears to be the MOON. This is bad. This is really quite very bad. You've always been a bit afraid of space — the cold blackness, an endless vacuum just waiting to suck the breath out of your lungs, or hit you with an asteroid, or—
You shiver in spite of yourself, and continue to glance around. Your eyes dart from the odd BUILDING to the odd MOON VEHICLES to the odd SPACE-SUITED PEOPLE standing around the vehicles to the NON-SPACE-SUITED PEOPLE standing around you. You already know who they are, at least. As for the humans, you've collected enough visual clues through your conversations with them to recognize them as your friends from the forum: Sean, Cory, Toby, Aaron, Quil, and Ceci. As for the seven weirdos opposite you, well, they're obviously not human, which means they're probably those guys who have been trolling you for the last who knows how long. You always figured they were monsters of some kind. Of course, the near-constant references to their BIZARRE ALIEN ANATOMY were an early tip-off.
You ignore the smarmy alien in front of you, even when he starts to speak. You know exactly who that is. And you would really rather not have to deal with him right now. Instead you turn to your fellow humans.
"Hi" you say. You try to think of something monumental you could say to mark this, your first meeting. In space. Nothing comes to mind. "We're on the moon" you say instead. You pause, examining the pieces of this riddle.
"Why are we on the moon" you finish eloquently.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 12, 2011 20:24:01 GMT -5
> Aaron: talk to Buck.
"Hey Buck, do you Have Any clue why We're here on the Moon? I swear, I was making something on TNIAPMS before being Teleported here..."
"Also, Troll Thingie people. Why are you Here? Did you Bring me and my FRIENDS here?"
|
|
|
Post by gold on Jul 12, 2011 20:48:04 GMT -5
((Hayati, we don't have sylladices.)) ((Edited to add another thing I forgot to type. >_> ))
> Sean: Resist Urge.
You resist the urge to shout "SPAAAACE! So much space, gotta see it all~", and decide to answer your friend's question.
> Sean: Answer Buck
"It would appear that we're on the moon because the trolls were right." This isn't something you are happy about. You then realize that you aren't sure which friend you're answering. "...Also, who are you? I can't tell. I'm Sean."
|
|
|
Post by selmette on Jul 12, 2011 21:14:29 GMT -5
> Ceci: Be the stupid preppy chick.You glance at your hands confusedly. Your EXPENSIVE CELL PHONE is not in them. Your EARPHONES are plugged into your IPOD which is also not in them. Your TRIDENT LAYERS isn't even in your mouth anymore. This is, like, totally not cool. Just a few seconds ago you'd been listening to Born This Way* while texting Ally about how Brad is totally cheating on Kate with Aria. And now you're--wait, where are you? Are you on the MOON? You think you're on the MOON. TrIiIiPpPyYyYy.Okay, well, that is like, pretty cool, you guess. This totally beats Lisa's SUMMER VACAY to ENGLAND*. You can't wait to brag about it when you get home. How are you going to get home, anyway? Something tells you your dad isn't going to be able to pick you in his totally cool SPORTS CAR. And what's up with the GOTHIC MOOSE-PEOPLE in front of you? They probably don't listen to Lady Gaga*. They probably listen to like, Black Veil Brides* or something. Ew. Eeeemmmooooo.You look to your right and see all your totally cool cyber-buddies. Oh hey, that one was sort of cute. Not that you'd ever date someone from the INTERNET. That is like, so totally trashy. ...Totally. Oh God. One of those GOTHIC MOOSE-PEOPLE with some sort of weird greenish astrological sign on his shirt is totally checking you out right now. EEWEWWEWEEWWEWEWEWEWWWWWWWWWWWWW. [/color][/font]That is so totally like, not cool at all. INTERSPECIAL RELATIONSHIPS? Yeah, uh, pass. Duh. Besides, he like, kidnapped you. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeepppy.You ignore everything everyone else is saying and you walk up to the friendliest-looking GOTHIC MOOSE-PERSON. She seems to have a pretty good sense of fashion. For a moose-person, anyway. " Hey," you say casually to the friendly-looking moose-person beside the monocle moose-person. " That outfit is rly cute on u. So um no hard felings or w/e but y did u kidnap us?" *Born This Way(58) has been added to your list of SONGS. *Lady Gaga(43) has been added to your list of ARTISTS. *Black Veil Brides(48) has been added to your list of ARTISTS.[/color] *England(100) has been added to your list of LOCATIONS.
|
|
|
Post by Andrea on Jul 12, 2011 21:19:12 GMT -5
> Cory: Observe surroundings in a more hard-boiled manner.[/u]
Now that you are no longer trembling and you are stroking the side of your face in the most manly possible way, you may as well stop staring at your shoes and meet your friends in person for the first time.
You look around. You see Quil first, who was looking at your fedora for some reason. You realize it's probably because of the stupid trident icon thing you stitched into it. It used to look kind of cool and now it doesn't. Well, at least to you. You nod your head in what you hope is a manly way.
You keep looking around. Everyone looks really interesting to you. You're not really sure if you should speak up, but you end up stuttering out "Y-yeah, the trolls wre rght, I guess...". Realizing how that sounded, you go ahead and tack on "I-I'm Cory by th way." to your statement. You're not actually sure who you're talking to.
Though you want to continue looking around, you instead start searching to see if you have your favorite weapon with you. Unfortunately you don't. Letting out a sigh, you realize that you're staring at the trolls. It was unintentional, though you probably would've ended up doing the same thing anyway.
|
|
|
Post by friday on Jul 12, 2011 21:36:16 GMT -5
> Ikirid: Answer alien lifeform.
One of the HUMANS has spoken to you! Now this is progress. She seems to be one of the more fashionable ones, as well as the only FEMALE one. At least, you think she is, from what you can tell. Humans sure are weird.
"Thanks~! 8D Your outfit is pretty ~sweet~ too~" you say, "But putting sugary fashion things ~aside~, I don't think we captured you~ :/ We're pretty confused ourselves as you can see~ I'm not even very sure where we are, much less ~how~ we got here~"
|
|
|
Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 12, 2011 21:43:46 GMT -5
Aaron: Cut to the Chase.
""Troll People... Were you the people that endlessly Harassed us? You don't Realize How much we Dislike it.
Seriously, Even my Two cats Disliked it, And they Don't Even type!""
It was a rough way of Asking the question, but it had to be done. You're the oldest of the group. If you and your friends was a family, you'd be the Dad, or the granddad. Sure, you might be a BIT TOO OLD for some things, but friends come first.
Besides your Cats, which are probably regressing into FERAL ATTACK MODE any minute now.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn on Jul 12, 2011 21:49:11 GMT -5
> Toby: Introduce self formally to forum friends.
From the looks of things, you are a little slow on the get-up, as usual. Ceci has already struck up a conversation with what looks to be a colorful female troll, and the rest of your internet buddies are either introducing themselves, demanding to know what is going on, or staring off (literally) into space. You find that last part weirdly funny.
Regardless, it would unbecoming if you didn't use your manners and introduce yourself, so you clear your throat and hold out a hand to the guy you know to be Quil. He is standing conveniently near you, and he is shorter than you would have guessed.
"Hey, you're Quil, right?" you ask, anticipating the handshake, "I'm Toby"
|
|