BEFORE THE MEDIUM - turntechSlimeghost

A young man sits on a chair inside his room, staring at the screen of his computer. Today is the 24th of August, a few days before this young man's birthday. Although the chair he's sitting on is quite stiff, the young man himself isn't. In fact, he seems to be bubbling over with excitement over something. His hand is on the computer mouse, watching as he guides the arrow on the screen to open a chat client application, Pesterchum.


He opens the application up, but is faced with a minor problem: He seems to have been logged out of his account. This young man types away, attempting to log back in but failing numerous amounts of time.


While he tries to log in, why not try and give him a name? After all, this young man only seems to be 14, and doesn't seem to have a name yet! If you don't really feel like coming up with a name, why not take a look around this boy's room?
 
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> Name This Guy


Alright. 


For a moment, you pan around this guy's room, searching for something to spark an idea for his name.


You see a few posters on the walls mixed in with a drawing or two hung up, and various photo frames scattered around the room, along with a disparity of types of books on the bed.


Hmm..


A drawing shows crude writing of a word. 'Harrow' is what it says, accompanied by a small drawing of a stick figure with a yellow hood and orange shoes and a number 5. The 5 is probably the age this boy drew this. That could either be a legitimate name, or simply a 5-year-old's mistaken spelling of 'Hero'. Either way, it seems like a nice name, a nice last name. 


Now, for the first name.


....


Oh, there's something over the bed.


Over the boy's headboard, there is something spelled out in big, black bold letters.


ZEP H is what it looks like.


Hm.


Zeph Harrow. Quite fitting, I must say.


Zeph Harrow is now this boy's name.


And how convenient; Zeph has finally logged into his Pesterchum account.


Oh! What a pleasant surprise! It seems as though Zeph has been invited to join a memo!


@Squad141
 
Suddenly, the sound of mechanical whirring is heard outside Zeph's window!


He looks up from his computer and out his window. Yep, there's a little drone outside his window, carrying two envelopes and a box in a pair of metal claws.


Zeph walks over to his window, opening it and is hit by a tropical breeze. 


He reaches out, but the drone is much too far to reach. What should he do?
 
> Try and Captchalogue the items from here.


Hm, good idea.


Zeph: urghhh!!


Zeph: California!


Item successfully captchalogued.


Oh! Nice! The two discs are now in Zeph's Geography Modus.


What next? Open up the envelopes or inform his friends of what he recieved?
 
He minimizes the Pesterchum window, and fumbles around with his modus.


Zeph: uhh


Zeph: California!


Item successfully ejected.


The two discs are LITERALLY ejected from the modus.


PCHOO!!


Zeph: oh no oh no oh no oH NO


Zeph: MODUS, WHY DID YOU DO THIS


His modus does not respond. The discs fly out the open window.


Zeph proceeds to scream. In a manly manner, that is. He is tempted to jump out the window after the discs, but decides against it.


Zeph: GOD WHY


Zeph: urghh!!!!


He thinks of something to do. From the height he's at, it would take quite a bit before the items land on the ground. Why not suggest something?
 
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> Run Downstairs As Fast As You Can.


Zeph silently thanks whoever is up there for the suggestion.


He does as he was told, or, commanded, rather, and runs downstairs as fast as he can.


Zeph: oh!! im actually getting somewhere!!


Zeph: nothing can stop me now!! haha-!!


BOOF!!!!


....


Oh shit.


Oh no.


It's..


GRANDMA: NOW WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING, YOUNG MAN?


Zeph: ...


Zeph: ...


It's GRANDMA LOLA.
 
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> STRIFE!


Some nice music begins to play in the background, but only you can hear it.


Zeph retrieves his rifle, cocking it with a double click-click.


GRANDMA: NOW WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WEAPONS IN THE HOUSE?


Zeph: uh.. mostly allowed actually?


GRANDMA: ....


GRANDMA: WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH YOUR GUN? DON'T YOU POINT IT AT ME.


Zeph is pointing at the cold, old woman anyway. Though he doesn't really need to, he looks through the shot, Grandma Lola straight in the middle.


He puts his finger on the trigger, ready to strife and shoot..


...


Ready to strife and shoot.


...


Um. Ready to strife and shoot.


...


...


...


Zeph: ...


GRANDMA LOLA: ...


STRIFE MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frYNSGMCDDs
 
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> SHOOT.


Zeph: ...


His hands seem to be shaking.


Sure, Grandma Lola was mean and cold as ice, but she was still his grandma.


Zeph: uuurrrgghh- AH, FUCK IT!


BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG !!


Zeph: *pant, pant, pant*


Zeph: hah..


Zeph: ...


Zeph: ...


Zeph: .. grandma?


There she is, lying on the floor, seemingly hit by a bullet.


Zeph: (oh no oh no oh no)


Did he really just curse and shoot his grandma??
 
> Really Realize she Spontaneously Fell Asleep.


Wait wha-


...


Are you kidding me.


Zeph: are you fucking kidding me.


Yep, Grandma Lola spontaneously fell asleep. Typical.


There she is, snoozing away on the floor.


Suddenly, you switch perspectives.


You are now ZEPH HARROW, and you fucking hate your grandma.

    You are now ZEPH HARROW, and you fucking hate your grandma.                 zeph.png
 
> Retrieve Game Disks.


Ah, right. The discs.


You continue your run downstairs, making it all the way down in a matter of minutes. Wow, that's the fastest you've ever gotten down!


You put away your gun before looking for the discs, realizing that you still have it out. Now that you're on the ground, the discs should be falling--


Oh! The discs have fallen right into your hands. How convenient.


Wait.


Wasn't there also a box-


Zeph: oW-


Zeph: oh hey that box!


You pick up the box that bounced off your head. Shrugging, you decide to go back up to your room. Once there, you plop back down into your chair and set the three items down.


After a few minutes of fumbling around with buttons and digital controls, you slide in one of the two discs and wait as 'Sburb SIGMA' installs on your computer.


Oh, you are excited now.


Though, you can't really talk to anyone until SIGMA is finished downloading.
 
After 50 minutes of waiting, SIGMA has finally finished installing.


....


Your screen has a black tab labeled 'SBURB SIGMA'. The tab reads, 'Server Disc loaded, waiting for connection. . .'


Zeph: ??


Zeph: ????


Zeph: what?


You have the feeling that you should tell your friends. You open the Pesterchum window, clicking a few buttons and un-idling yourself.
 
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> Open Box.


You sigh, but happily oblige. 


You rip the tape off of the flap, then you open the flap.


Looking inside, you see...


...


What's this? It looks like a shiny, white ball. How curious. You carefully slide the ball out of the box, holding it in one hand and running your fingers over it with your free hand. It's a little bigger than your hand and it's smooth.


It looks like one of those ball things from a game of billiards, but bigger. What's it called again? You take a moment to think.


Zeph: hm..


Zeph: oh oh!! a cut ball!!


Zeph: a cute ball??


Zeph: wait no! a cue ball!!


Ah, yes, a cue ball. Who exactly would send you a big cue ball? Did whoever send it want you to play a bigger game of billiards?


You shrug, and set the ball down on your computer desk. It doesn't seem too important right now.
 
You re-open the SIGMA tab.


Oh! PS - er, rather, Avery was right!


The tab says, ' CONNECTING TO CLIENT, PLEASE WAIT... '


Zeph: mmm...


All you can do now is wait-


Oh hey you're connected.


CONNECTION ESTABLISHED .


You see the SIGMA tab disappear and be replaced with a window displaying a girl in a room..


Wait-


Zeph: wait


Zeph: Wait


Zeph: WAIT


Zeph: AVERY???


You move your mouse, seeing as it is replaced with a weird SBURB logo-shaped cursor.
 
OH MY GOD.


You squint at the screen.


Oh.


It's.


It is a boy.


W H O O P S.


....


.....


.......


.. Um.


Well, that was..


Something.


...


ANYWAY,


You facepalm, and feel your face start to get red.


Zeph: UGH!!!!!


Zeph: IM SO STUPID HOW COULD I MISTAKE HIM FOR A GIRL


You then proceed to scream about how dumb you were for a good five minutes.
 
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