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Post by Elcie on Apr 27, 2012 22:28:19 GMT -5
Be Elcie.Your name is ELYCIEN THIRECATH, known to your friends as ELCIE, and today is an extremely important day. Today, April 27, is the day that you and your friends are going to play a new online game that you've all recently acquired: SBURB. You have all been looking forward to this for MONTHS. It's taken A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME to get everything set up, and there have been a number of ANNOYING DELAYS, but it's finally ready and it is totally going to be worth the wait. Elcie: Examine room.Your room is fairly cluttered at the moment, but you don't really care. You're going to be playing with online friends today, after all, and it's not like they'll actually SEE YOUR ROOM - right? Disorganized laundry aside, your room contains a large number of books relating to your many and varied INTERESTS, most prominently WRITING and PSYCHOLOGY. There are also a number of CHILDREN'S TOYS on prominent display, which you are totally proud of. You rearrange these almost daily. Currently, TWILIGHT SPARKLE and THE DOCTOR are engaged in an epic battle with the dastardly STARSCREAM. Elcie: Resist urge to be distracted by toys.You fail to resist the urge. Starscream has the TARDIS! How will Twilight and the good Doctor get out of this one?! Elcie: Stop messing around and get on the NTWF!Oh, right, the NTWF. The whole reason today is important! This is, of course, the ONLINE FORUM where you met all of your good online friends - the ones who've agreed to try out this weird game with you. You prefer to think of the NTWF as a BASTION OF INSANITY in a cruelly sane world. After a quick scroll of the boards to make sure you haven't missed any vitally important new threads, you decide it's time to boot up Pesterchum and bother your friends. irregularAnalyst [IA] opened memo on board Sburb party time! IA: Hey guysss! IA: Are you all ready? I'm so excited!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2012 22:44:46 GMT -5
> Bee Hunter.Your suggestion is completely ridiculous, and was not even directed at a character. The Honeybee Professor isn't even in this game. > Fix typo and be Hunter.That's better. Your name is HUNTER FROST. You are currently sitting in your room, eager to play SBURB with your friends from the NTWF. You have various interests, the biggest of which is COMEDY, but PSYCHOLOGY and HISTORY are also fascinating to you. > Examine room.Your room is covered with various papers, except for your bookshelf and closet, which are instead overflowing with toys you totally just haven't gotten rid of, it's not like you still like PLUSHIES or anything, because you're definitely MANLY despite your lack of interest in all things generally considered as such. Many of the toys are NEOPETS related, and some are even CRAPPY CRAFTS you've made of your own characters. > Open Pesterchum. -hobbledehoyFreezer began responding to memo- HF: This is going to be awesome. Hopefully I'll have time to start this before I have to leave... > Check time.Since it is FRIDAY, your DAD will be here to pick you up at some point, so you are anxious to try out SBURB before you're stuck with LIMITED INTERNET. While you're waiting for something to happen, you figure you might as well clean your room like a proper GENT, even though nobody really MINDS.
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Post by gold on Apr 27, 2012 22:54:55 GMT -5
> Gold: Introduce yourself.Your name is GOLD BOOKER. You are FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. Your interests include READING & WRITING, VIDEO GAMES, SCIENCE FICTION and last but not least, ARCHAEOLOGY. You are currently reading another TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL called Going Postal. You have read this one many times before, but you can never read a good book too many times, right? Because if there's a limit, then you've crossed it. The BOOK POLICE must be after you or something. > Gold: Examine bedroom.Your room is pretty tidy, actually! Your bed is off to one side of the room, followed closely by a bookshelf and chair. Across the room from that is your computer desk and small TV, where your X-WIISTATION is plugged in. However, none of that is important right now. Today is the day you play a new multiplayer video game with your chums on the NTWF, which is this... this forum thing. The thing is, you don't know how to describe it. It was originally a forum for people who write for this website called Neopets, but over the years it has expanded to include pretty much all sorts of artsy people and more. You think it's pretty swag. > Gold: Log on to memo. expertArchaeologist [EA] joined memo
EA: yeah, i'm ready. i've got the game right here.
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Post by Terra on Apr 27, 2012 23:06:32 GMT -5
> Be Terra.Your name is TERRA SNOW. You are sitting in your BEDROOM, which is rather messy, with a DESK piled with OLD HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS and POWERPOINT PRINTOUTS that you NO LONGER NEED, but are KEEPING AROUND ANYWAY FOR SOME REASON, among MANY OTHER ASSORTED THINGS such as ALLERGY MEDICINE, some LEFTOVER VICODIN from when you got your WISDOM TEETH pulled out last August or so, a box of GIRL SCOUT COOKIES, packets of KLEENEX, a SET OF DICE, and two bags of COUGH DROPS. You really don’t know why you keep some of these things. You also have a PILE OF CLOTHES on the floor and SEVERAL BOXES stacked in the corner, full of things like PROGRAMS saved from VARIOUS SHOWS and MILK AND JUICE CARTONS. You were going to make MILK AND/OR JUICE CARTON WALLETS to sell with your GIRL SCOUT TROOP, but that plan sort of FELL THROUGH. Due to BEING BUSY and all that. COLLEGE. STUFF. > Terra: Inexplicably begin to ponder your interests.You have a WIDE VARIETY OF INTERESTS. You enjoy creative writing, but you RARELY FINISH A SINGLE STORY. You have a BLUE BELT RED STRIPE in TAEKWONDO. You also PARTICIPATE IN THE DRAMATIC ARTS a fair bit. You PLAY THE PIANO, though you haven’t had much time to practice lately, due to COLLEGE STUFF. Ah, yes. College. You have a RATHER ODD RELATIONSHIP with the school system in general. You are a HOMESCHOOLER in high school, but you ATTEND COMMUNITY COLLEGE part-time. It’s rather strange. And it’s hard to be a half-homeschooler, half-college student. It’s hard and nobody understands. But you won’t get into that right now, because you have VERY IMPORTANT MATTERS to attend to. You and your friends are going to play this game that has certainly not been mentioned earlier! Just in time for finals, too! > Terra: Get on the computer.You are already on the computer! You’re practically never not on the computer. The computer is too important to you. You have practically never heard of that thing that’s called a “real life.” What is that, even? > Terra: Respond to memo.-mysteriousWintertide [MW] responded to memo.- MW: Aaaaah I can’t believe this is starting! This is so exciting I am so excited okay I probably sound stupid but seriously this is really exciting I can’t wait MW: I’ve got the game loaded on my computer and everything now! MW: I had to rip the files off the CD to get them on my netbook, due to it not having a CD drive MW: It was pretty annoying, but I did it MW: So yeah MW: Let’s start, already MW: *impatient*
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Post by Robyn on Apr 27, 2012 23:25:13 GMT -5
> Robyn: Be red. Yum! Um. What. > Robyn: Be the girl with long hair.Oh. Okay, why didn't you just say that in the first place? Weirdo. Your name is ROBYN BYRD. You are NINETEEN YEARS OLD. Your interests include WRITING, the INTERNET, ODD TELEVISION SHOWS, and anything that falls under the CINEMATIC umbrella. You consider yourself quite the CHILL CHARACTER as well as a bit of a SMART COOKIE. You have just gotten home from a long day at work scooping ice cream at the store that shares half of your name (kinda), and you are mellowing out in front of your trusty LAPTOP. This is nice. > Robyn: Examine room. God. No. Don't even look. You keep your eyes on the screen but know in your HEART and MIND and SOUL that your room is pretty much the most disastrous thing that ever laid foot in a house. CLOTHES are hanging off of everything. There are assorted NERF GUNS laying on top of your dresser, and a TINY TV sits on top of a large upturned TUPPERWARE TUB by a DISH CHAIR. It is where you play your beloved N64. A few crumpled CHIP BAGS lay by your BED. The last time it was made has been recorded by a few dedicated archivists, but even those tomes are lost to the dusty ages by now. The SHEETS kinda reek. The only nice thing in your room are your pair of DECORATIVE FANS, which hang on the wall. They are pretty and blue, with silvery designs across the fabric and matching tassels dangling off the ends. You got them a few years ago. Apparently they were a random Christmas gift from your NEIGHBOR, but to be honest, you don't really know the dude that well. They sure are pretty though! > Robyn: Log on to memo. Yeah, your friends are probably all logging on by now. You guys are supposed to be playing this new computer game together, and although you're not sure how good you'll be at it, you know that anything done with all your NTWF buddies is sure to be a rip-roarin' fun time. citrineCinephile [CC] joined memo
CC: heeeeee i'm so pumped you guys CC: i smell like waffle cones and chocolate dip but i'm pretty much ready to party! [/color][/b][/spoiler]
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Post by friday on Apr 27, 2012 23:25:43 GMT -5
> Be Friday.Your name is FRIDAY JONES, and you are extremely excited. This isn't an uncommon thing, but today you have several REASONS for your ridiculous amounts of hyper, even more than usual. Firstly, it's FRIDAY! Gosh you love FRIDAYS. That dashing little day always swoops fatihfully into your long, tiresome week, bringing CASUAL CLOTHES and the promise of a GOOD TIME. More importantly, today's the day you and your friends embark on an adventure and play the newest game to hit the stands, SBURB. You're already a BIG FAN of video games, and combining that with NTWFERS is sure to be a recipe for success. Or, well, maybe not success, but you're sure you'll have a good, crazy time, nonetheless! > Examine room.Oh, how you love your room. It's in a bit of a DISARRAY at the moment, which is a HORRENDOUS UNDERSTATEMENT. CLOTHES are everywhere, DRAWERS are left open, and your bed is ETERNALLY UNMADE. Your PAIR OF CONVERSE has been tossed about the room, and your WACOM BAMBOO TABLET sitting in a pile near your chair. Not that you really clean your room anyway. There's probably SOME UNSPEAKABLE TERROR growing under your bed by now. The thing you love the most about your room is how it reflects your various INTERESTS. Piles of soon-to-be-read NOVELS sit near your bed, hopefully of the MYSTERIOUS and PARANORMAL sort. You doubt you'll ever be able to fit them all on your BOOKSHELF, seeing as it's already stuffed with COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF MOVIES and RANDOM JUNK you've collected. A STUFFED ALIEN from your CHILDHOOD sits atop your sheets, a character from a popular DISNEY MOVIE you were a fangirl of at the age of SEVEN. Being raised on such things, you have a huge passion for ART. You fancy yourself a bit of a CARTOONIST, though you still HAVE A LOT TO LEARN. Other than that, you still feel your room is a bit BARE when it comes to truly showing what you love. You want to add to it someday, with things like NUMEROUS WEBCOMIC POSTERS and maybe even some sweet VINTAGE ZOMBIE STUFF. On your DRESSER is a VCR PLAYER and your PS2, both stacked upon the other with your TV on top. The screen is still showing your paused game of PSYCHONAUTS, which you were playing earlier. You find that you have the urge to continue your game, but that's not what you need to be focusing on now, as fun as it is! > Give in to unbearable temptation.Who are you kidding, you LOVE this game. You might even say it's the best game you've ever played in your SIXTEEN YEARS, from a CRITIC'S STANDPOINT and in your OWN OPINION. You're currently a GODZILLA-SIZED, GOGGLE-SPORTING YOUTH inside the mind of a MUTATED LAKE MONSTER, romping around a city inhabited by tiny, charming LUNGFISHES. Who you keep accidentally stepping on. OOPS. There goes the orphanage. And now their minuscule military has it in for you. Okay, back to business. > Open Pesterchum.You slide over to your DESK, which actually isn't a DESK at all. It's an ANTIQUE SINGER SEWING MACHINE in your closet, which is probably regarded as some sort FAMILY HEIRLOOM. It sure does fold up to double as a nice DESK, though. Your LAPTOP FAN whines as you open the chat program. -- quixoticAficionado [QA] responded to memo -- QA: excited??! QA: i am PUMPED QA: this is going to be sooo cool 8D QA: well, given my laptop can take it QA: i swear it is going to die any day now and it has no business trying to run even the simplest of games QA: but maybe it'll inexplicably not apply here? lol i dunno QA: i'm ready!
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Post by Draco on Apr 28, 2012 0:19:11 GMT -5
> Be DracoYour name is DRACO OCARD. You spend most of your time at home, not because you don't want to leave it, but because there isn't much to do outside. That's ok though, since you spend most of the time chatting with people from the NTWF all day. And today, you're supposed to play a new online game with them! > Draco: Examine game discYou stare at the disc. There isn't really any information on it, so you wonder if it will even run on your computer. Somewhere you heard that it will run on anything though, so you don't put to much thought into it. > Draco: Put game down and drink sodaThis isn't just any soda, this is the stuff you practiaclly live on. PEPSI! You can't get enough of it, and you drink it almost religiously. > Draco: Look around roomYou look around the room. The place is a mess, and has been in need of cleaning for months, but you live with it. Various CORDS lay all over the room, due to a electrical plug dying you have an extention CORD running through the room powering everything in it. It's easy to guess the interests you have looking at it. The place is full of ANIME and VIDEO GAME stuff. Walls covered in POSTERS, piles of DVDs and MANGA of different anime series that should be on a shelf, TOYS, PLUSHIES, and STATUES of various anime and games sit on shelves, there are even a few DRAGON items mixed among them, and various cosplay COSTUMES hang in bags from behind the door. You have your GAME SYSTEM sitting next to your TV, ready to play. > Draco: Resist playing games!You reach for a controller, but manage to stop yourself. You have something else to play! Instead you spin in your chair. > Draco: Stop spinning!You stop and stare at the laptop in front of you. It's nearly been a year since you got it, but you still have your PC hooked up and ready to go. > Log onto MemodizzyDraco [DD] joined memo
DD: *spins in chair* DD: I've been waiting all day to play, so I'm ready whenever you guys are. XD
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Post by Naga on Apr 28, 2012 0:26:15 GMT -5
> Be Shade.You are now SHADE. Or RAHU. Or SHADOS. Or SHAYOS. You haven't really decided yet. Although SHADE seems to have stuck as the name that people call you, and it's been your first name on the internet since... well, ever, so you suppose you'll keep it. You are in your dark, unlighted room, staring at the bright screen in front of you, prepared to play this latest game you've head of, 'SBURB'. You have no idea what the reviews on the game are, but you've never weighed your decisions about a video game on another person's opinion. Speaking of which, you are an avid GAMER whom doesn't seem to comprehend the VALUE of SLEEP too well. You sit in a pathetic excuse for a chair, and glare at the screen, as much as out of necessity as from anger. Your interests are greatly varied, although they focus on COMPUTERS and ELECTRONICS in general, as well as a tight SOCIAL involvement that you've previously disregarded as UNIMPORTANT. As of late, you've taken up card tricks, and absolutely SUCK at it. For some reason though, the only thing that is possibly impressive is that 50 times out of 52, you are capable of pulling the card you want. You have no EXPLANATION as to why. > Shade: Turn on the Lights.You do that, begrudgingly reaching over your TV to flip the light switch. > Shade: Examine Room.After light floods into your room, you can actually see it's... it. From your door hangs your black and white SWEATER, which you hold very CLOSE for seemingly SENTIMENTAL reasons. You notice your map of SKYRIM on the ground, with random COINS placed on the map. Glancing about, you also see your small BED, with the covers pulled forward, as if waiting for you to climb in. Beside your BED, you see your book shelf which naturally has BOOKS on it. Some of your select authors include JAMES PATTERSON, EOIN COLFER, and TSUGUMI OHBA, the latest being an import. Apart from the single shelf of books, the bottom shelf fails at hiding the TOYS you've collected previously, consisting mainly of custom BIONICLE figures that you suppose you a PROUD of. When no one is looking, of course. The top of the book shelf - but not the top shelf, mind you - is cluttered with PLAYING CARDS, littered randomly with a sense of ORGANIZATION that only your mind could even BEGIN to comprehend. Your top shelf constitutes entirely of VIDEO GAMES for your coveted DS - the original one, too - and XBOX 360. The 360 coming to mind, you notice your TV on and playing music - which is something you have it do EVERY night - as well as playing SKYRIM. On the floor below the TV you notice your elaborate set up that you've designed to POWER LEVEL through the night while you sleep. > Shade: Sleep.Despite your TIREDNESS levels rapidly increasing, you know that if you were to SLEEP now, you wouldn't be AWAKE. And not being AWAKE would be blasphemous due to the group of people you've agreed to play SBURB with, whom are all from the NTWF - a rather indescribable forum that you stumbled upon when introduced to it by a FRIEND that no longer uses the site. > Shade: Prepare for SBURB.You would absolutely ADORE starting, but you know that carrying on like this could only bring about DISASTER, MAYHEM, and simply overall DISSATISFACTION. While disaster and mayhem are always fun, you're not much of a fan of dissatisfaction. You decide that although you can't start tonight - or even likely this WEEKEND, due to homework stuff BLUH BLUH - you should drop a line for your friends, warning them about your temporary ABSENCE. -- aceAscension [AA] responded to memo -- AA: Hey guys AA: Great to see that this is finally a thing AA: I've been looking forward to this for AA: Well, I don't know how long, but it's been a long time AA: Anyways, I have some bitter-sweet news; AA: I have the SBURB client and server installed AA: However, I have some issues to deal with AA: The good part is that I should be free by Sunday night
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Post by Rikku on Apr 28, 2012 0:31:19 GMT -5
>Be Rikku.Your name is RIKKU SUMMERS. Right now you're annoyed because you just woke up and your just-woke-up hair makes you look like a cockatoo. You do not want to look like a cockatoo. You are a CROW, goshdarnit. You are raucous and dramatic. You are the wry witness to the deaths of all. You are resigned to the fact that all you love and know will eventually face destruction, disaster and - what's that other word, the one starting with d? It is on the tip of your tongue. Looming. No, you can't remember. But you are definitely resigned to it. You are unflappable. You - unflappable, heheheh. Oh omigoshomigosh oh that is such the best pun ever, you should totally tell everyone right this minute. >Bounce around excitedly flailing your arms.You were going to do that anyway. You are always careful with your excited flailing, though, as your room is packed to the brim with a variety of THINGS, some of which reflect your VARIETY OF INTERESTS, such as reading, writing and music, and plenty of which are immensely breakable. Your VIOLIN and FLUTE are leaned dustily against one of your BOOKCASES, of which you have three, in addition to the large dangerous piles of books on your desk and all over the floor. Also your CELLO is in the other corner of your room. You are resolutely ignoring it at the moment. Having so many musical instruments that you can barely play causes you CONSIDERABLE MENTAL ANGUISH, but gosh they make you seem eccentric! As do your trusty TRILBY, and your fine collection of DRAMATIC SWOOSHY COATS. You could talk for hours about coats. They are just that awesome. In fact you are fond of dramatic things in general, particularly performing and entertaining; there is a certain vaguely medieval term that you identify with wholeheartedly, one that describes someone that travels around making music and telling stories. Yes, you certainly are a TROUPER. >Remember the game you're going to play with your fantastic beloved NTWF friends today.OH WOW OH WOW OH WOW OH WOW OH WOW OH WOW You right the pile of books that you accidentally disturbed. Oh, WISE MAN'S FEAR. Not only is it an excellent read, it also makes the ideal book-tower cornerstone. Will its brilliance never cease? >Open memo.You do so, with the laptop that you totally have that isn't fictional in the slightest. After a moment's thought you pull some of your large friendly stuffed animals out of their handily located bucket and scatter them around you, for company. They're stuffed animals as in soft plushie toys, not literal stuffed animals. That would be really morbid and weird. grandiloquentCrow [GA] responded to memo
GA: So it's finally time for you guys? Thank the gods. Evil timezone intricacies mean that I've had to wait for hours, cruelly plunged into a state of perpetual anticipation, whiling away the interminable hours with a bruised heart and the occasional longing sigh. GA: By which I mean sleeping. GA: Let's do this thing. =D
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Post by icon on Apr 28, 2012 0:53:49 GMT -5
…Really? You’re sure you want to be that kid? Seriously, there are like a dozen other new players you could be instead. I could pull out a character selection screen if you don’t believe me. ...Actually, you know what? Never mind. You’re going to have to be this kid sooner or later. You might as well just get it over with now rather than have some sort of terribly anticlimactic end to all these introductions. >Be the nerdy paranoid one.Your name is ICON PUNGUY. Actually no, that’s kind of inaccurate. Your name isn’t actually Icon, but that is what you go by on a certain OBSCURE INTERNET FORUM which you habit frequently, commonly known as the NTWF. Today you, along with a group of FRIENDS from this forum, will be playing a game called SBURB. You don't know too much about it, but from what it SOUNDS like, you’re have the TIME of your LIFE- at least, that’s what you HOPE. If for some reason the game isn’t as LIGHT-HEARTED as you imagine, you’ll just TRY NOT TO MIND. >Icon: Examine room.Your room does a particularly good job at conveying your VARIETY OF INTERESTS. You have a fondness for ART, particularly that of the DIGITAL kind. You consider your art PRETTY GOOD, but your work PALES IN COMPARISON to that of some people that you know. You have a BOOKSHELF containing information regarding all sorts of SUNDRY TOPICS, from POETRY ANALYSIS to RAISING DINOSAURS. On top of this, you have scattered around the room a collection of ODD KNICK-KNACKS and INTERESTING CURIOS. Most of these are OLD TOYS that you just keep around for SENTIMENTAL VALUE. You should clean some of these out- it's not like you'll end up USING THEM anytime soon. And there are the PUNS. Good gracious do you love PUNS. You have a massive collection of JOKE BOOKS stockpiled near your BOOKSHELF, as well as dozens of looseleaf papers containing nothing but cheesy jokes. LISTS upon LISTS, PAGES upon PAGES of the highest qualiy WORD PLAY. >Icon: ...Don't you have a memo to check?Oh, right. The MEMO. You should pull that up right now. iconicCreativity [IC] joined memo
IC: I'm... pretty much ready to start whenever IC: I can't wait for this to start, it's going to be great IC: Gosh I haven't even really looked over the guide yet, I've been so excited IC: Let me pull that up right now
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Post by Roughtiger on Apr 28, 2012 0:57:57 GMT -5
> Be RT.You cannot be RT because RT is not in the room. > ok then. Be RT's chair..?You are now RT's chair. You are extremely squeaky but no one cares about that. oh, RT has entered the room. > RT: Introduce.Your name is not ROUGHTIGER but you like being called that more than your REAL NAME. You were just about to do something WORTH WHILE when the sudden urge to use the loo appeared. This happens often. And now you CANNOT remember what you were going to do. This too happens OFTEN. > RT: Examine Room.It's tidy and full of everything related to TIGERS. You LOVE tigers so much that one day you'll OWN a tiger. However, you know how DANGEROUS these animals can be so your tiger will only be in zoo's for everyone's and your SAFETY. You also have an assortment of FIGURINES sitting on your bookshelf along with MOUNTAINS of soft plush toys in a toy basket. These all hold a dear place in your heart and you are very CAREFUL with them. You tend to not let ANYBODY touch them. However, they can play with your coloured pillows on your bed. > RT: Suddenly remember.THE GAME. You suddenly remember the thing that was worth while! This is the day you play that spiffy new game with your friends at the netwuf! Or, NTWF as it's rightfully called. Lets do this.
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WT: sdkjghsdkjgsdkghsdkhgdskghsgkj!
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 28, 2012 1:24:15 GMT -5
> Be Candy.What are you talking about? Candy is a PSEUDONYM for a girl. > Fine. Be Eliza.Better. You are ELIZA PORPINGTON. Porpington isn't really your ACTUAL NAME but you love that name. You could say that you HEART it. It's from the MAFIA ROLEPLAY your friends did some time ago. You are FIFTEEN YEARS OLD, and you are sitting in your SERIOUSLY MESSY BEDROOM. It is very seriously messy. And icky. You need to clean it at some point, girl! > Eliza: Fall off bedYou just did so. You were bouncing due to sheer EXCITEMENT over being able to play SBURB with your NTWF friends. Oh, man, you've been bouncing all day! > Eliza: Glance at time boredlyYour ALARM CLOCK reads 2:16 AM. You were supposed to be ASLEEP hours ago! Whoops. Hopefully you won't get caught... > Eliza: Curl up and listen.Your FRIENDS, named LUKA, GOALD, and CHO, are currently reading fanfics to you over SKYPE, your primary means of talking to friends besides PESTERCHUM. Your friend CHO is currently reading a description of a MARY SUE CATGIRL who is stuck in APERTURE LABORATORIES. It is a PORTAL FANFIC. You like PORTAL a lot! You like other things, too, though! Like WARRIOR CATS and CATS in general! Ooh, and MAID outfits. Those APRONS are soooo cute, man! And, like, other GAMES, ANIMES, and MANGAS. You should ask DRACO, GOLD, and HUNTER to explain them later if they want. > Eliza: Open memo. gigglyCupcake [GC] joined memo.
[GC] Guys guys guys this is so exciting! <33 [GC] *checks time* it's 2:23 in the morning... [GC] OH WELL! I hope we can have fun with this!
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Post by Tam on Apr 28, 2012 1:28:14 GMT -5
> Be the one from the great white north.[/u] You will have to be a bit more specific! > Be the blonde one from the great white north.[/u] Even more specific! > Be Tamia Tucker.[/u] You already are. Ha ha, gotcha! Your name is TAMIA TUCKER. As previously mentioned, you hail from THE GREAT WHITE NORTH, otherwise known as THE REPUBLIC OF POUTINE, otherwise known as CANADALAND (but who cares about formalities like that, anyway). You are twenty-one years old, technically (but this is definitely a formality you are inclined not to care about). You don't care about a lot of formalities, come to think of it. It seems like an awful lot of work just to be boring. You do care about some things though, and you care about them quite a lot. You have a passion for CHEESY ADVENTURE MOVIES AND TV SHOWS, especially those involving CHIVALRY, SUPERNATURAL SHENANIGANS, or BOTH. You have a fondness for ARCHAEOLOGY, SCIENCE FICTION and THE GREAT OUTDOORS. Like most of your friends, you also enjoy CREATIVE WRITING, but lately you just haven't had the TIME. ...Or maybe your poor time management skills are just one more of the countless useless traits you've inherited from your parents. Man. Sometimes you think it'd be nice to inherit something worthwhile for a change. Pffft. Like that will ever happen. > Tamia: Examine room.[/u] Yeah sure, why not. When you're not at university, you live on the second story of your parents' house in the country. A breeze drifts in through the open window, carrying with it the faint smell of lightning from a nearby prairie thunderstorm and gently rustling the leaves of your trees. Oh yeah, the trees. Besides the randomly discarded laundry and stacks of paper typical of your peers' natural domains, your own room is littered with all manner of NATURAL DEBRIS, ranging from potted trees to piles of interesting rocks to dried flowers and grasses. You used to dabble in a bit of medicinal plant lore, and even now that the desire to become some kind of AWESOME BACKWOODS FIRST AID GURU has left you, you still feel most at home when you're at least half outdside. > Tamia: Get online, your forum needs you![/u] Dude, you're already online. You're never really not online. It helps that you barely sleep anyway. The desperation in that command is sorta flattering, though— > Tamia: Suddenly remember the whole point of this post.[/u] Oh yeah, today is the day you were going to play that game thing with your friends on the NTWF! Whoa, okay. You feel kind of bad that you almost forgot. But then again, you almost forget a lot of things, so it's not like you can really be surprised this time. You pop the game disc in the CD drive of your laptop and work on getting it booted up at the same time as you log onto the memo that, unsurprisingly, almost everyone else has gotten to before you.
unorthodoxCavalier [UC] responded to memo. UC: i um UC: i totally didn't forget about this until now, in case anyone was wondering UC: that was definitely not a thing that happened UC: anyway hi =D
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Post by Celestial on Apr 28, 2012 9:55:44 GMT -5
> Be EnglishNo. Not only is it so wrong in this context but the last time you made that mistake you were shunned in school for a whole year. > Be BritishThat's better. Although still not correct. Just be yourself. > Fine. Be yourself. You call yourself CELESTIAL TIEN, although most people shorten it to just 'Celes'. You prefer Celestial. It sounds more DRAMATIC. It's not your real name for let's just pretend it is. You are EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD and you live (but are not from) the Land of Wilderness and Rain, aka SCOTLAND, You have been looking forward to this day for a while: this is the day you and your beloved NTWF chums' plans come into fruition and you can play SBURB, the hottest new game to come out. You've always had a soft spot for games, although you don't play many and aren't very good. But you know your friends will forgive you for being scatter-brained. They're used to the fact that your mind is floating in SPACE most of the time. > Examine roomDespite you being incredibly derpy, your room is pretty clean. The walls and shelves are decorated with art from your VARIOUS FANDOMS as well as randoms statuettes, many of the DRAGONS. Your shelves are packed with FANTASTY BOOKS and ANIME DVDS, all of which you love so much (except for your TEXTBOOKS.) On your desk beside you are FOUND ITEMS YOU FIND APPEALING, your favourite MEEPIT PLUSHIE which stands separate from your other plushies due to being a gift from your first meetup. Next to that is a WACOM TABLET and NOTEBOOKS OF STORIES, both of which you feel bad for neglecting. That's your problem. You start projects but never finish them due to being distracted by the next idea that pops up in your brain. I wish your thoughts wouldn't stray so often. On your windowstill stands a messy bonsai tree and binoculars, for BIRDWATCHING and STARGAZING. From it you can see the SEA. Heh, see the sea. You are EASILY AMUSED. > Go to the kitchen and get a drink before playingYou get up and open your door to go to the kitchen for some tea and perhaps a biscuit, although it is too close to dinner for you not to feel guilty about eating it. As you descend down the stairs, you trip on one of your HOUSEKEEPER's freaky knitted frogs that she for some reason left on the stairs. Your clumsiness comes into effect, causing you to trip on a flat surface and plummet all the wa do- > piwhehihahahahawhjawstarsj[sm12u9ajbhasjkkjwhysuagwsjheAs you descend down the stairs, you realise you have no idea why you're doing it. You could have sworn you had some goal in mind but you have no idea now. Argh, stupid amnesia or whatever the hell it is. Nevermind that. You've got SBURB to play, before your housekeeper sees you. You'd like to avoid that woman for today. Her and her weird crochet or whatever it is. Thank goodness she doesn't leave it on the stairs. > Go back to your room and open MemoYou return to your room and sit down in front of your trusty RHEY, an old but wonderful laptop. You notice that many of your friends have already replied to the memo. That's what happens if you live in GMT timezone and like to sleep in. dragonsCompass [DC] joined memo
DC: Hello, everyone! I do apologise for my lateness, the joy of timezones and sleeping. I hope you'll forgive me. DC: On another note, I'm so excited to play this! Can't wait to see what all you guys come up with. DC: I still need to clue up on a few things though. > Marvel at the length of this postWow, aren't you long winded!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 11:14:25 GMT -5
> Reve: Be ReveError. You are Reve. It is not possible to become what you already are. And oh, what's that? It looks like you missed your shot at a witty introduction. Well, then. > Reve: Try again.Your name is REVE VERRIE. You are EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD and currently staying at your AUNT and UNCLE's HOUSE in the CITY. You have never lived in the city prior to this. It's quite exciting, actually! You have a VARIETY of INTERESTS, most of which aren't so much hobbies as they are THINGS YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT. You are quite passionate about ART and MUSIC. You also enjoy STORIES of ALL SORTS and HOPE to tell your own someday. And cats. Boy, do you ever like cats. > Reve: Examine room.Your current room is quite small, but you don't really mind since that makes it quite easy to keep clean. Your bed is pushed against the wall, beneath a window with the blinds shut. A MAKESHIFT BOOKSHELF leans against the edge of the bed. It contains BOOKS YOU HAVE YET TO READ, your MEAGRE DVD COLLECTION, and a PILE OF ALBUMS you have borrowed from the LIBRARY. SEVERAL SCARVES hang from the closet door hook. You like FASHION quite a bit, although you are not very good at it. You are currently sitting at your DESK, which is located on the opposite side of the room. It is a rather small desk - half the desk surface is taken up by your ART SUPPLIES and JEWELRY BOX, but it does the trick. > Reve: Fire up Pesterchum.Oh, that's right! Today is the day you play SBURB with your dearly beloved companions from the NTWF. You better get on that, you don't want to keep them waiting. paragonQuestioner [PQ] joined memo
PQ: ahhh sorry I'm late!! PQ: I feel asleep haha… PQ: but I am here now!! PQ: yeeaah so exicting!!!!!!! PQ: speaking of now PQ: what is going to happen PQ: now PQ: ????
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