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[Eidolon Astronaut]

A young, distant planet orbits closely to it's parent star FIRAST, a BLUE SUPERGIANT. As the second closest planet, it is named FIRAST B. This single-mooned planet is home to the ALTERNIAN COLONY that shares it's name, an isolated rock for young members of TROLLKIND to mature. You are one of these adolescents.

You, alongside five of your 'friends,' have been chosen to be beta testers for the FIRASTIAN GOVERNMENT'S as of yet unnamed game. Those of you who refused were then promptly told it was MANDATORY.

SIX TROLLS will play the game tonight. Who are you?​

===> Character Select.

> Be the rascally ragamuffin, Venchi1986
> Be the pseudo-normal psionic, GamerKitty205
> Be the aspiring auxiliatrix, SpectrumCrow
> Be the sassafrasin' streamer, Orikanyo
> Be the dangerous designer, AiDEE-c0
> Be the kalm kahuna, SerbianMounted

 

[Orikanyo]

> Be the sassafrasin' streamer,

"B-b-b-but... WHY!!!!???" a troll screams, holding their chest as their blood spilled out upon the hive floor, the home scorned by searing moonlight through a hole in the wall. "P-p-please! I won't do it again!!" the troll continued to scream and flail. The teal blooded troll, Xerxies Xander, was currently stowing his rifles and retrieving a rope, the shoulder mounted auto camera whirred softly as it zoomed in on the lasso, then the pleading troll.

==> List the crimes

"Xorry pal, but you time iX up." the troll coldly replied. "And I ain't about tah read the whole laundry liXt of crimeX.

But i'll keep it Xhort.

EXtortion.

Money laundering.

Theft.

Blackmail.

LiXt goeX on, and thiX iX the end of your rope..."

==> Execute justice

Without a smidge of a smirk about his pun the troll began swirling the lasso overhead, before launching it forwards and entrapping the hands of the flailing gold blood. "Now then XunXhine. LetX go for a ride eh? Oh, don't go one yourxelf? GueXX youre walkin'."

==> Hitch a ride

With a whistle, the sound of rumbling could be heard nearing the newly made hive entrance, Wormdad pulls up, ready for Xerxies to hitch a ride on it's half submerged body. Xerxies kicked the troll out into the moon and sand, pulling up his duster and down on his hat he quickly got onto wormdad and set the camera backwards to watch the bounty. As they bounce, heave, burn and slide their way across the hot desert sands, dragged by their arms.

==> Set up end of stream

"AX we cloXe up Xhop today I'd like to thank all of our funderX for thiX hunt, couldn't do it without yea in the Xaddle with me. Until neXt time hunterX." he let the ending song roll as the bounty provided a show for the viewers. Figuring this time like any would be a good time to check his phone, at least while he was travelling... Hmm.. Nothing yet... Folks still asleep? or maybe they busy watching? Wouldn't blame em, this hunt was against a pretty big target, bastard had their hands in to many pies in the end. Still, felt good giving folks something to watch AND dispensing justice. The fan art however can be... odd... now and again...

he hoped his... devoted fan hasn't sent him 15 letters again... he's blocked them on so many alt accounts hes grown tired... As much as he kinda find being "Bestest murderbuddies" kind of a cute title he hardly knows them... And honestly they are seriously creeping him out... They have this strange fascination with eyes... And you can only be told somebody will sensually lick the morning eye gunt of your face before it gets creepy...

...

Even if shes a good lookin' gal...

Wormdad didn't raise no fool!

......

Really wonder what the others are doing...?

 

[AiDEE-c0]

> Be the dangerous designer.

Meanwhile, in a more appropriate format... who could this blue lassie possibly be?

> Enter name.

Your name is RAFINA SIGIMA

You are pretty big on AESTHETICS. Not the weird moistwave stuff, you are not an "influencer." Rather, you are an INTERIOR DESIGNER by hobby and profession. Your hive lovingly reflects this, as it is a tidily kept MESS of FLOOR PLANS, RANDOM FURNITURE and stacks of CATALOGUES. Even in its sizeable appearance, it resembles a certain planet-wide chain that designs and sells ready-to-assemble furniture. You are not yet ready to comment on this.

As an indigoblood, you are a part of your planet's more-or-less ARISTOCRACY. This allows you considerable LEVITY for re-furnishing and remodeling the hives of your clients. This levity occasionally comes to the dismay of said clients, but you like to PROFESSIONALLY remind them that you are the one with a PROFESSIONAL opinion, sometimes with random bouts of UNCONTROLLED KNIFE VIOLENCE. Bouts, mind you, that make you very unsure of YOUR OWN SELF.

Your trolltag is cuspidateFabulist and you (: speak with a constant shining smile, although that smile is only internal :)
Your real smile is much better off hidden away, just like all the other major emotions you internally display. One could almost say you are surprisingly mild-spoken for your PERSONALITY TYPE. You do not believe in those, partly because you think everyone is very unique and partly because whenever you try and take a test, the results are either BLATANTLY INCORRECT or DIFFERENT EVERY TIME.

You have currently finished watching the cull-stream (...cream?) of one of your friends, to which you siphon a part of your monthly budget in order to CALM YOURSELF. Later you will have to play some sort of stupid game, because apparently GOVERNMENT.

What will you do?

> Assess damage.

Oh, you nearly forgot. After stabbing the table repeatedly as a part of your calming ritual, it is in utter disarray. Approximately, you have made THIRTY-SEVEN (37) holes. You might have a problem, which is why no one can know about this.

> Enjoy some birdwatching.

You decide to spend the rest of your free time watching your lusus soaring through the sky. Being pretty is the only thing that creature is good for nowadays. You make your way into the AVIARY portion of your hive and grab a pair of binoculars.

======>

There he is, just fluttering about. You are pretty sure nothing bad is about to happen to him, which is a weird thing to think about to be entirely honest.

> Look into the Sun.

The Sun? It's night, dummy. Everyone knows trolls only come out at night.

> Just spend your time watching the bird then.

You proceed to do exactly that. Maybe someone else is doing anything even remotely more productive?​

 

[Venchi1986]

===> Be the rascally ragamuffin.

A few minutes in the past, but not many at a literal dump of all places.

> Enter name.

Your name is CEPHAL MITERA.

You know one of your higherblooded friends is currently streaming another one of his bountyhunts, but you can't afford to donate so you'll have to watch in a couple of nights when the free version is released. Oh well at least that gives you an excuse to go scavenging for stuff to improve your husktop with cause at the moment you're not sure it can run the game you've been "volunteered" to play. You can't even be surprised that you were ordered to join considering your bloodcolor, though the fact that the government even made a seadweller is a whole different story. Maybe just maybe your wish for equality is gonna come true after all, and maybe you'll grow five extra heads. But enough fantasizing about things that will never happen.

As can be guessed from your current location, you're not exactly rich. You do have some money stashed away for emergencies and would have used that to buy a better husktop if you had gotten informed about things earlier. You also make it no secret you envy your richer friends but you can understand them not wanting to give away money for no reason.

======>

Your old semi-reliable metal detector starts beeping, letting you know you have found something made from well metal. Hoping that whatever you found is somewhat usable you start digging through the trash with your bare hands, stopping every once in a while to catch your breath. Eventually you come across your prize, an old fork. It is in decent enough shape and probably no dirtier than anything you already own so you pocket it.

> Go back home

With the stack of old papers you found earlier you would normally consider this a decent haul and go back to your tiny hive but tonight you need more. Seeing no other option you decide to climb a mountain of trash hoping to come across the necessary parts, despite knowing there is a good chance you'll fall and injure yourself. Having made up your mind you whistle for your Lusus. The Great Horned Beetle responds almost immediately and scurries towards you as fast as its legs can carry it.

Entrusting your guardian with both your haul and metal detector you begin the climb. This might take a while so maybe this is a good time to introduce the next Troll.
​

 

[SerbianMounted]

======> be kalm kahuna

On gentler seas our attentions are turned towards a troll who's maybe a little less shithive maggots.....the waves lap calmly against a giant surfaced whale lusus (otherwise known as whale dad) while gentle strumming resounds in every direction but is heard to no one whatsoever. There, a violet blooded troll seems to be strumming on some funny alien instrument we have yet to know the name of. Perhaps it's called a stringplucker or a soundmaker or something funnily foreign like that.

Ah, you think this is a great time to introduce this young man. Who is he, anyway?

Your name is TEMPES VALYAN. Running through your veins is a blood colored VIOLET, a color granting you the second highest position your species' caste system can offer. Which instantly denotes you as a SEADWELLER, a special sub-class of the aristocracy with aquatic appendages marking their place of superiority above the otherwise LAND DWELLING. But that's not something you're very privy to keeping at the forefront of your mind or personality. In fact being a HERMIT of sorts you're not very privy to many cultural norms of your species.

Which is probably why you're such a big fan of MUSIC. Your species doesn't like MUSIC very much. In fact you could very well say a vast majority of your species has been culturally informed to HATE MUSIC. But being as distant as you are you luckily don't share such an opinion. You wield in your possession the strongest weapon of all time: a TROLL LUTE. In ancient times this instrument of death was said to be used by violet blooded ARCH MAGES to bring about the RAGING TEMPEST'S FURY to impose their will and horrifying strength upon those ill-blooded vagrants whose visages would soon drown in a torrent of typhoons. A source of MAGIC and DEATH so POWERFUL it could summon the SIREN'S SONG of mind bending prowess implemented by the TRUE aristocracy to show who was really in control.

......

But you don't like to focus on that part of the legend. In fact you just like doing your own thing and kind of improving.....

Uh, anyway. You have other interests! But we don't exactly see those on display. You fold up your lawn chair you like using sometimes to sit down and chill out on top of your lusus, and go down. Your lusus obligingly opens his gaping MAW and you slip in with the greatest of ease. After a little bit of swimming and getting used to the smell you arrive to your HIVE! It's a lovely little piece of land, a giant shell you believe once belonged to some HERMIT CRAB lusus that has long since died. The hive itself is situated in the middle of your dad's enclave sized mouth. He is very protective of you, and does not like you straying to far from him.

Your hive is decorated accordingly with your INTERESTS. But y'know....nothing here is all that special. Croaking and skittering about the place is a variety of SUB AQUATIC FAUNA. From SEA DWELLER BEASTS to CROAKING SLIMES and even the occasional CLACKER BEAST your hives is essentially a half living space for you and other half rehabilitation facility/makeshift terrarium/aquarium. You could just call them fish, frogs and crabs but.....you don't really even know how to keep up with your blood color's vernacular. Your walls are covered in FLARP posters! You adore FLARP in all its conceptual glory, even if you've never participated in a campaign....you dream of one day doing so with your FRIENDS of which you like to believe you are very close with but are in fact not very whatsoever.

You even have your OC drawn on your wall. His name is BUOY SKYLARK TEMPESTO. He has gained none of the levels. None of them. But you know one day he might just. Your trolltag is saltdwellingLyricist and you sorta........uh........speak with a lot of space between your words......


What will you do?

Hm.....looks like some others need to be introduced first. ​

 

[GamerKitty205]

>Be the pseudo-normal psionic
You are now the psuedo-normal psionic. At the moment you sit in your MESSY BLOCK in front of your HUSKTOP. Today is not your wriggling day, no that was PERIGEES ago. However, as previous stated, today you are playing a PECULIAR GAME. But, you can worry about that later. First you intend to keep up a META TRADITION that you probably shouldn't know. What is your name?

===> Enter Name
>Grumpy Haxxor
Hey! That's unfairly ACCURATE and it fits 6/6 NAMING PATTERN of trolls. It's also LAME compared to the the previous title! Try again, and no messing around this time.

===> Enter Name
>Hiidra Serber
Correct.
You are Hiidra Serber, a goldblooded troll living in Firast. This fact doesn't men much to you, only meaning that you're considered garbage. Just useful garbage. Oh, and you'll probably suffer lots of classism from any higherblooded trolls you talk to. Fun. You would consider yourself a pretty mellow-headed troll. No rampages, psionic explosions or murder for you. Nope, you're content living in your little lowblooded neighborhood. As for your hobbies, you quite like coding and make a habit out of creating complex systems. You're also a big fan of sci-fi and artificial intelligence—something you've come to regret over the last sweep or so. You'll talk about that later. Lastly you live with your threeheaded barkbeast Lusus named Spots.

Your trolltag is tumultuousTriune[TT] and you type in a way that s32ms to put an 3mphasis on trios and pairs of l3t23rs

What will you do next?

===> Rant about your Grumpiness
You might as well. After all who else is going to hear it? Hypothetical readers looking at these very words? You're just a little annoyed about the game you have to play. Normally you would love to beta test a game. But a mysterious mandatory game from the goverment? Yeah, you'd rather not. Plus they have been spamming your computer about for days—and when you mean they, you do not mean your friends. Oh, and of course on of your friends is streaming their bloodsports. That always makes you feel icky. However, you've gone on long enough. You finished your intro, so you should be moving on.

 

[SpectrumCrow]

===> Be the aspiring auxiliatrix

Out in the forests of FIRAST B sits a stone cottage, hidden in the shade of tall, colorful trees. In this little, quaint cottage, sits a young troll.

What is the name of this young troll?

===> Enter name

Your name is Diniai Adfera, an olive blood.

You spend most of your time in the GARDEN outside with your VARIOUS ARRAY OF PLANTS. There's nothing like gardening under the night sky...still, you can't help but wonder what your precious plants look like in the day. Too bad you aren't a rainbow drinker or anything.

Caring for these plants is the closest you'll ever get to your TRUE DESIRES. You wish you could live down in the brooding cavarns with the jades, taking care of the grubs, tending to the mother grub...it just sounds wonderful to you. You aren't blind to the fact that their lives are restrictive, but you'd be willing to live by those rules, even if it meant sacrificing your own quadrants. Normally, the idea of sacrificing quadrants sounds like the worst thing in the world to you, but for a larger purpose, for a higher goal, it'd be worth it.

You also spend a lot of your free time reading CRAPPY ROMANCE NOVELS and ANALYZING THE VARIOUS QUADRANT DYNAMICS in them. You'd never tell your friend group, but you keep a sort of... QUADRANT BOOK. It isn't a shipping book, you swear. It's predictions and your own analyzing of the dynamics of the group. Not a shipping book. Not a shipping book you put way too much time into, even making little drawings, diagrams...everything. Nope. Not at all.

Sadly, though, you feel like most of your time is going to be taken soon. Between learning to hunt and this new game you have to play, you get the feeling you won't have much free time anymore. Bearmom has made you begin to learn how to hunt (without teaching you)...and then...you seriously don't have a choice with the game. If you didn't you'd probably be culled.

Your trolltag is amativePollination [AP] and you type mmostly in lowercase letters without mmuch punctuation as well as doubling your mm's and mmaking flower puns

But enough about who you are, what are you doing?

===> Diniai: Step outside

You suppose it would be good to step outside for a couple of minutes, check on your plants once more before calling it a day for your garden.

The garden is full of vibrant, healthy plants of all shapes and colors. The soil has been properly fertilized, the shade cover at just the right angle. There is one plant that worries you, though. A small plant that has refused to grow close to the wall. You've done your absolute best to rescue it, to nurture it and see it grow, but nothing seems to help...

It reminds you of many unfortunate grubs, countless having met an early demise due to being sick. The government doesn't care as much about weaklings, not wanting to help them as they'd weigh down expanding the empire. That's why you've made such an effort. You may not be able to save grubs, or even care for any, but you can try and save this little flower.

===> Diniai: Go back inside

You're getting depressed staring at that flower. Time to go inside and check on your friends.

Xerxis was finishing up a stream, a successful one at that. You'd have to congratulate him...well, no time like the present.​

 

[Venchi1986]

===> Back to the trash.

I'm just gonna assume you're talking about the dump.

You haven't made that much progress on the climb while the last three trolls were being introduced, but you're still taking a break.

===> Get on with it.

Yeah yeah, okay.

You resume the climb while keeping an eye out for anything useful. It takes you you another ten minutes but you eventually come across something that you might be able to use. You pick up and pocket the case breeze blender , hoping it'll fit your husktop.

===> Now are you finally going to go back to your hive?

You don't have quite the haul you were hoping for, but you guess you have no choice. You don't wanna be out by the time you have to start the game.

After another five minute break you head back down.

===> Just skip forward till we get there


You and Beetledad have made the short trip back and enter what looks like an one floor shack. Once inside it becomes clear that while you have multiple albeit small rooms your furniture was just chosen at random.

You drop the stack of papers and the fork on an old chair with faded green cushions for later and begin installing your new breeze blender.

===> Test out your improved husktop.

You turn the device on and open up Trollian.​

 

[Orikanyo]

Spoiler: Verify

==> enter name

His name is Xerxies Xander, you may wonder if there is any true importance to the name, it could be many things, Xerxies being a name of an ancient king, Xander a snippet or Alexander, whom was known for being pretty great. In the truth, it simply sounds cool and popped into the author's head, so, it shall be his name.

And what a name it is for such a...

Valiant... looking... Young lad...

You have experienced his major hobby and interest first had, Live Streaming bounty hunts, however other interests lay locked into his moble device and shall never reach the light of day(or night for that matter) as the pain of being viewed as a disgusting pervert or such is to much for one to bare.

==> Look at handheld device

You would if you had hands to therefore use the handheld device.

==> get hands.

One dose not so easily gain hands. Or perhaps you mean utilizing the crudely drawn five digited grasping ligaments?

==> Fuck off and use the phone.

Oh? it appears somebody is attempting to talk to you! The young lad grasps the device in his pocket with his crudely drawn spaghetti hands and taps open the app that is currently bleeping in a graphical resolution 15 years ahead of your current. The phone barely registers your limp attempts to utilize it, almost out of disdain.

==> Answer friendly chatter

You do so.

==> Allow us to see

You would but the frantic flailing of fingers on the screen is blocking the viewer's attempts at seeing the words. Curse this feeble attempt at what could be called animation.

==> Stop typing and show the screen

the creeping mass of fingers that are vaguely reminiscent of a tangled ear phone cord slowly pulls back revealing he was talking to Diniai SpectrumCrow

However, the ride atop of wormdad has come to a close, rapidly, in front of Xerxies' hive, causing him to go sailing and spinning through the air and bursting through a window in a feat that could be called reverse defenestration.

 

[AiDEE-c0]

> Go back. Please go back.

Leave it to the blue girl to save us yet again. Dislodging yourself from the universal shift of rather sub-standard quality, you are now the designer once more.

Spoiler: ======>

Several minutes in the future, but not many, you are standing in your AVIARY holding a pair of BINOCULARS.

> Rafina: Observe.

You attempt to observe your lusus again, however, it is no longer there. That little weasel must have sneaked off while you were not looking. You take a moment to simply behold the night sky in all of its splendor. Among the fluffy clouds and swathes of cosmic light, the blue-looking stars always draw you in the most. Blue is a rather soothing colour, you think.

> Wonder about mysterious game.

Staring away, you cannot help but wonder about the game you are supposed to play under threat of being CULLED. Then you remember you might not have to wonder at all, for you have FRIENDS you can pester about it. You have a peculiar feeling one of them might know more than you do.

> Captchalogue binoculars.

Using your FLOOR PLAN FETCH MODUS, you captchalogue the binoculars into your SYLLADEX. This particular modus allows you to store your filled cards on a map, so long as the result is AESTHETICALLY PLEASING. Retrieving them is a matter of leaving said aesthetic UNBROKEN. Thankfully, you have a great eye for detail. You plop the binoculars down onto one of the three captchalogued pedestals you keep just for this purpose.

> Retrieve Palmhusk.

Looks like you left your Palmhusk back in your room. What a silly girl.

> Walk all the way back to your room.

With a sigh, you begin moving your legs. You walk down multiple corridors adorned with plans and images of funky looking insectoid furniture. Your halls are undoubtedly very inspiring.

======>

Arriving in your room, you are greeted by the buzzing of static. Maybe something interesting is being broadcasted?

Spoiler: > Look at Television

======>

You are unsurprisingly greeted by the malevolent face of troll MARCEL WONDERS, head-star and producer of his own acclaimed television show. Being that it is the only streamable show even remotely related to your interests, you used to watch it a lot as a little wiggler. Unfortunately, it mostly lost all of its charm around season ninety-three, where they ran out of ideas for new pieces of FLESHNITURE and just began using the aliens to construct quickly piling CORPSE MOUNDS. Nowadays his grin just fills you up with unease... but you are getting awfully distracted.

> Troll Hiidra.

Shaking off your unease, you snap your attention towards the Palmhusk laying on top of your mostly demolished table. Perfect, she is online. You begin typing away.
​

Show Pesterlog

-- cuspidateFabulist [CF] began trolling tumultuousTriune [TT] --
CF: (: hello hiidra :)
CF: (: you are a goldblood :)
CF: (: correct :)
TT: hi
TT: and yes
TT: duh
CF: (: that means you should have some idea what this game business could be about :)
CF: (: yes :)
CF: (: would you mind indulging me with your knowledge :)
TT: i only know so much
TT: but i dont think it's good
CF: (: do not be shy :)
CF: (: tell me some details :)
CF: (: i love details :)
TT: its very hard to hack or data min3
TT: lik3 sup3r cryptic
CF: (: what degree of super :)
TT: iv3 b32n trying to figur3 stuf2 out sinc3 w3 got it
TT: all i know is that its sup3r advanc3d ar
TT: and that it's multiplay3r
CF: (: please translate that first one for me into non-mustard :)
TT: its a game that interacts with the real world
TT: to a crazy 3xt3nt
TT: at l3ast i think
CF: (: might you mean like :)
CF: (: the flarp thing some wigglers are wild about :)
TT: y3s i suppos3
CF: (: so what you are telling me is that this game will not only be very annoying :)
CF: (: but also quite disruptive :)
TT: disruptiv3 and pot3ntially deadly
TT: but a lot of gam3s ar3 potentially d3adly
TT: so 3h
CF: (: bother :)
CF: (: oh :)
CF: (: i might have to recede for a second here :)
CF: (: i will be back in a mere second :)
TT: kay

​

 

[GamerKitty205]

==> Be the girl troll

Well that certainly narrows it down

==> Be the Goldblood

Okay, that's better. You're Hiidra once again.

==> Get arms

No, you aren't putting up with this. It's really not a funny joke, especially since you have arms!

==> Feed your Dog

What is a dog? You do not know of any creatures called dogs. However you will go feed your barkbeast lusus. It's probably hungry. You begin walking away from your computer when you hear an ornery voice.

TT2: h3y first, on3 of the idiots you cal2 fri3nds is p3st3ring you

This is one of the moments where you question your hobbies. Why did you make a voice synthesizer? If you thought you'd use it you were surely wrong. You barely did more than test the software. On the other hand your AI quite like it. Speaking of your AI, what possessed you to make 2 copies of yourself? they are definitely individual people now, but you really don't need to see two sides of yourself magnified beyond reason. Especially since one is just a grumpy asshole.

==> Answer friend

You troll your friend for a bit. Of course you've already seen the first part, so you'll just skip to then.

Spoiler: Pesterlog

CF: (: bothers : )
CF: (: bothers all around : )
CF: (: i might almost grow exasparated : )
CF: (: but i will not : )
TT: wouldnt blam3 you if you w3r3 exsasp3rat3d
TT: this is all pr3tty annoying
TT: sigh
CF: (: tell me about it : )
CF: (: i had a nice calming session earlier too : )
TT: darn
CF: (: not that i need excessive calming : )
CF: (: it is just nice occasionally : )
TT: im sur3 it is
TT: did you watch x3rxis str3am?
CF: (: of course : )
CF: (: i would not miss it : )
TT: didnt think you would
CF: (: it was quite amusing was it not : )
CF: (: the thrashing of filth never goes amiss : )
TT: amusing is not quite what i would call it
TT: 3sp3cially consid3ring what counts as filth
CF: (: there are plenty more flattering adjectives : )
CF: (: no need to limit yourself to one : )
TT: wow im so flat23r3d by that
TT: "truly"
CF: (: curious but i am glad you find flattery in the least of places : )
CF: (: that is an enviable quality  : )
TT: sigh
TT: it was sarcasm
TT: duh
CF: (: oh : )
CF: (: of course : )
CF: (: lowblood vernacular : )
CF: (: apologies. i do not think i will grow to understand it : )
TT: what3v3r
CF: (: do not worry i find it quite adorable : )
CF: (: regardless : )
CF: (: please keep me up to date if you make any notable breakthroughs : )
CF: (: i am quite fond of your gifts : )
TT: thanks
TT: ill troll you if i find anything
CF: (: thank you :  )
CF: (: farewell then :  )
TT: ur w3lcom3
TT: and by3
-- cuspidateFabulist [CF] gave up trolling tumultuousTriune [TT] at 08:37 --

==> Hack this game

In a moment, you have more important things to do right now. Like feeding your lusus so you don't lose any furniture or shoes today.

==> Go feed your lusus

You quickly make your way to your meal block and pull out some meat. In a few seconds your lusus is bounding towards you. Spots licks you with the middle of it's 3 heads and you pet it. You go over to Spot's food bowls and fill them up. You step back and watch your lusus bloodily devour their food. Eww. You'll never get used to that

 

[SerbianMounted]

===> Tempes: chat with pal

Oh cool! Looks like some of your friends are online. You think you'll go ahead and troll this one guy. You and him seem to have a lot in common, even though he insists you two have nothing in common. But that's no problem, duderino. You guess he just has his opinions and you have yours, and it's totally fine if some people think differently than others and all. After all, you're pretty sure that's just what friends are for.
​

Spoiler: Trollian Log

SL: heyyy......uh, cephal
SL: hows it goin'?
RS: Not bad. You?
SL: uhhhh........been better
SL: figured i'd message you......
SL: i feel like maybe there was something i was......maybe forgetting? today?
RS: Not the. Game I. Hope that. Would be. Troubling.
SL: oh......yeah, the game thingy......totally......
SL: why would it be uh......troubling?
RS: I don't. Want to. Know what. The government. Would do. If we. Didn't play. Considering it's. Important enough. They even. Force a. Seadweller to. Go along. With it.
RS: Doubt it. Would be. Good for. Anyone. Especially us. Lowbloods.
SL: huh.......low bloods.......right......
SL: you know......i still don't think i understand this whole blood color thing.....
SL: i think raf tried explainin it to me once......didnt really stick......
SL: oh wait......don't tell her i called her raf.....i dont think shed like that nickname.....
SL: uh.....what were we talkin about? government? ah yeh.....
SL: maybe its because they want the different blood colors to get along? righteous
RS: That would. Be a. Step in. The right. Direction but. Then they. Would have. Probably have. Included a. Member of. Every Caste. Except maybe. Fuchsia since. Only the. Condescension and. Heiress have. That color.
SL: it would be neat to play with an heiress bro....
SL: i don't think i've ever met another seadweller.......
SL: sounds radical!
RS: Anyway I. Hope I. Can even. Run the. Game. My husktop. Isn't the. Best and. While I. Did go. Looking for. Parts all. I could. Find was. A breeze. Blender.
SL: fuck man......i'm sorry to hear
SL: i found this old husktop of mine that was water proof floating around in the waves
SL: it was among some old shipwrecks and all......
SL: i hope no one got hurt.....
RS: I really. Don't get. Why you. Bother with. Scavenging you're. Rich enough. To just. Buy stuff. Kinda jealous. To be. Honest must. Be nice. To have. That money.
SL: uhhhhhh.......nah?
SL: i don't really got much money or anyfin like that......
SL: i just live off ol' whale pops here......and kinda vibe.....
SL: i got my finrings though.....but those are super important......i wouldn't sell 'em
RS: Yeah right. Everyone knows. Highbloods have. More money. Then lowbloods.
SL: uh......if you......say so......
SL: do you even know.....what this game is all about?
RS: No clue. Maybe TT. Knows more. She's into. Coding after. All.
SL: shed probably have to get her.....uh.....hands on a copy first
SL: to sorta.....scan the game code.....
SL: still, smart thinking
RS: Good point.
SL: hows your scavengin' been going.....
SL: any good finds lately?
RS: Just the. Breeze blender. A fork. And a. Stack of. Paper on. My last. Trip. That said. Last week. I found. A bottle. With some. Boiled tree. Blood still. In it.
SL: ooooh, tasty
SL: i'm used to eating.....uhh......the seadweller beasts.....
SL: good grabs! i've been getting.....some uh......driftwood mostly
RS: At least. You can. Be sure. Most of. Your food. Is Fresh
SL: yeah......fishiin is a good source of that
SL: ocean to mouth......even if its really sad.....
SL: thats why i try and keep the smaller ones.....not good for food anyhow
RS: Never had. Fish myself. Rotten fish. Stinks way. Too much. Even for. me. To take.
SL: and ive like......uh, never had anything but fish.....haha......maybe we could swap recipes one day
SL: ive never had anything but fish.....haha....
SL: maybe one day we could.....uh.....like trade recipes
SL: totally......like, cook food for each other!
RS: Maybe but. I doubt. Your Lusus. Would let. Me in. Except maybe. To eat. Me.
SL: hahah!!!!
SL: good one man......but uh......thing is he really doesnt eat.....uh......meat
SL: he eats krill and plankton......they have like......way more energy in them than any troll
SL: he would be threatened by em though......doesnt like other trolls.....
RS: I see. Don't really. Know a. Lot about. Whales to. Be honest. If you. Hadn't Guessed. Already.

Hehe, he's so cool. You think that a lot of your friends are pretty cool for that matter. They're all so different, it makes you wonder what other kinds of land dwellers live on the surface of the planet and beyond. It's almost like you kinda wanna be where the land dweller's are. That line of thinking, however, saddens you a bit as you recall your favorite ballad you've ever learned. It was originally a poem, written by none other than a Violet blooded sea dweller of the past who yearned for his matesprite, a blue blooded troll he had met by total coincidence one day. The blue blood was said to be so enamored by the violet blood's songstering and melody that they dove headfirst into the waves to be with him. And then-tragically you might add-drowned.

It's a horribly sad story, you think. You go over to your SONG CHEST, which is a small little ornate treasure chest you found in some floating wreckage one day. And you pull out the tarnished piece of paper on which the immortal words are written. If you listen closely, you hear the melody be played on some strange metal cylinder from the inside. It is by far your MOST VALUED POSSESSION. You equip your TROLL LUTE from your strife deck, coded with the StringsKind abstratus. See, you're not one of those strife noobs who just codes in a random thing and is stuck with something totally useless forever to defend themselves with! Like this you can fend off enemies with ANY non-lethal and non-combative instrument belonging to the strings family. You're so clever, you think. Maybe you'll pass some more time with another song.​

 

[Venchi1986]

===> Show us that conversation from the other side of the screen.

You' don't get your wish exactly as we stay in the present but you will get Cephal's opinion on Tempes.


You constantly find your self surprised by how calm and friendly Tempes is, though the same thing can be said for most of your high-blood friends. You do genuinely have no idea why he scavenges things as well, in fact there was a time you thought he did it mock you. Now you know better, but still every so often you find yourself thinking past you might have been right after all.

You quickly reject that notion and wonder if you should go troll someone else, plenty of your friends are on after all.

===> Leave your husktop on and continue working on your latest DIY project.

Good idea, maybe you'll even impress Rafina with this one. Probably not, just like everything else in your hive it doesn't match your other furniture which also means it matches perfectly.

Spoiler

At the moment it's useless to you but with some new longer legs it would make a decent table. Until you find something to make those legs from you can sand it down and get rid of the paint splotches. If you ever came some across enough vernis and paint you might even make it relatively new but that will never happen.

Since you need sandpaper you open your syladex, you don't like using it so whatever you don't have to store in it you don't but it's useful from time to time. You just wonder what you'll have to do this time to get your Conditional Modus to give up what you want.

The annoying part of the Conditional Modus is also why it was so cheap. You can acces anyitem in it but every time you try to take something you have to fulfill a condition, which is pretty random every time you acces your fetch modus.

A quick glance reveals that getting sandpaper this time require you to hold a pile of sand in one hand and a paper in the other one, not too bad luckily. You have the paper in another room and can get sand from outside.

Careful not too close your sylladex and thus get a different condition, you move to the room where you left the papers and pick one up before quickly exiting your hive for a handful of sand.
With the condition met your sylladex ejects the sand paper and you dump the sand before going back inside and getting started on your project after putting the paper back.​

 

[SpectrumCrow]

===> Be Diniai​

You are now Diniai, distracted from your impending future by a worry for everyone else. Xerxis is always a pleasure to talk to, ever understanding your worries and struggles.​

Spoiler: Pesterlog

-- amativePollination [AP] began trolling guiltAbsolutionist [GA] --
AP: excellent livestreamm as usual ga
AP: youve got quite the talent for this
GA: ThankX, comeX naturally I gueXX.
GA: How goeX life on your end?
AP: imm quite fine thank you for asking
AP: i was checking on mmy garden
AP: i get the feeling i wont have mmuch timme for that soon
GA: Ah yea, the game, forgot about that.
AP: between that and learning to hunt i wont have mmuch free timme
AP: i immagine your streamms will have to be put on pause
GA: juXt for abit, not like Xmall hiatuXeX are to much of an iXXue.
GA: I can't uite remember what the game iX about... Th explanataion waX hazy.
AP: i see
AP: i cant be of mmuch help sadly
AP: i didnt read mmuch about it i just saw that it was mmandatory and left it at that
GA: a "manditory game" kinda defeatX the purpoXe of a game yea?
GA: "You mXut enjoy thiX for my amuXement" XoundX like the Xtream XometimeX
GA: Or a certain blueblood
AP: i can see the resemmblance
AP: i would have guessed they were having us test it for higher bloods to enjoy
AP: but cf and sl are also included so i feel like thats thrown out the window
GA: Low-mid blood approved joy
GA: yourX free with purchaXe of thiX video game
AP: jegus i hate how accurate that sounds
AP: i also cant help but wonder why they chose us specifically
GA: Everyone waX harmed in the making of thiX game
GA: I'm a Xtreamer Xo i can reach many folkX but... Not Xure for everyone elXe, Xave our reXident chill aX fuck high blood
AP: thats true
AP: i trust you to stay safe during this gamme
AP: although i wish i was closer to the others so i could mmake sure they were okay
AP: i get the feeling there will be actual harmm in the mmaking of this gamme so to speak
AP: its possible that they found you fromm your streamms and the two high bloods because theyre
AP: yknow
AP: high bloods
AP: and picked the other three of us by association
GA: thatX true
GA: worXe comeX to worXe, I'm Xure we all can Xcrap together Xome Xorta thing.
GA: but if thiX all iX an elaborate plot to deXtroy out huXktopX
GA: I'mma Xtring up Xome baXtardX
AP: i doubt that going after governmment officals will end well
AP: even if you are a teal
AP: and i doubt that this is to destroy our husktops it seemms like a lot to develop a video gamme just to destroy a couple of husktops
GA: ThatX true.
GA: on all accountX..
AP: i suggest that we play this with as mmuch caution as possible
AP: since we dont know the real intentions behind it
AP: stay safe ga
GA: You to.
-- guiltAbsolutionist [GA] gave up trolling amativePollination [AP] --

You can’t help but get worried. While there isn’t much you can do, you can still let everyone know that they should be careful.​

Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

amativePollination [AP] posted in the LIVEBETA memo
AP: everyone
AP: i know its sudden but if anything seemms off tell mme
AP: we dont know what this gamme is all about
AP: just be careful
AP: imm always free if anyone needs mme
AP: stay safe
amativePollination [AP] ceased posting in the LIVEBETA memo

Now that that’s done, a bit more relief washes over you. Maybe you could get a little work done on your ship- totally not shipping book…?

===> Diniai: Pick up where you left off

Recently, you decided to revamp everything, redoing everything since you've gotten at least a little better at analysis. It would seem you were reviewing all of Rafina's potential relationships, namely her relationship with Hiidra.

Spoiler: totally not shipping book

these two could mmake for an effective mmoirailiangce
hiidra’s patience and ability to listen could help mmellow out rafina and rafina could be very good at caring for hiidra on her cranky day although this could backfire and if hiidra’s patience dries out there could be black-rommance undertones
as for any potential mmatespriteship you dont particularly see it happening although trolls are unpredictable sommetimmes so who the hell knows

Yes. That seems right. For now. Dynamics change, people change. Alas, this is the nature of a totally not shipping book. You could do this for hours. You might do this for hours if no one stops you.​

 

[AiDEE-c0]

> Rafina: Investigate disturbance.



What disturbance? You are currently chatting it up with Hiidra and have no idea what could possibly be disturbing you.

Spoiler: ======>

Oh.

> What was that?

You know exactly what that was. Taking a short moment to correct the toppled chairs and pieces of technology, you delve right the way back into your mansion's corridors. Any day prior, you would have been considerably vexed by this point... but you are not.

> Recieve memo.

Keeping up a brisk pace, you get a sudden notification. Oh, you actually held onto that Palmhusk this time, look at you go. You think that what you skim through with your orbs is rather adorable. Not in a dishonest, condescending kind of way, no, you make sure all of your emotions are as honest as they come. Those used to the opposite oftentimes don't understand such, but you pay it little heed.

> Reply?

It appears you are too busy groaning over a skewered hoofbeast corpse to do so. Ït drips its blood down a wall-bound perching hook, several lacerations marking its body. This is totally the decoration you needed for the aviary, wouldn't you say? No? A reeking, bloody carcass isn't a welcome addition? There goes that honesty of yours.

======>

Sigh. When did your inner thoughts become so patronizing? You decide a better approach to all of this would be to take a deep breath and... beautiful. Sometimes a deep breath is the best of moirails, especially for an indigoblood such as yourself. You think so at least, though you never really know what exactly to think about you--

Ahem, the body.

======>

Yes, your lusus is lucky you don't just beat him with it. He left it here as a snack for later, no doubt. Of course, he will have to find it elsewhere after you're done throwing it out the window.

> Get back to business.

Situation handled, you plop yourself softly on the ground and proceed to finish up the conversation we've already read. ​

 

[Orikanyo]

==> Xerxies: recover

With a roll as your body crashes through the haphazardly crafted window you manage to stick a superhero landing inside your room, luckily you got through THIS TIME with no cuts or scrapes. Your hoofbeast leather coat tends to keep away most sharp and point objects but sadly, you now once again have a broken window.

The price you pay for looking cool for a few seconds, you suppous.

==> Actual introduction

This young man is XERXIES XANDER, a stalwart defender of JUSTICE and upholder of law. You attempt to exact a form of justice upon those of whom are deemed CRIMINAL SCUM by the law's code. This may have started as a light hearted attempt to practice GUNPLAY on those who deserve it but ended up becoming a FULL TIME JOB and a PASSION PROJECT that you were worried you may not be able to keep up due to a finite resource of CRIMINAL SCUM.

Luckily, after your bright idea of utilizing the unwashed, and thoroughly washed, masses you managed to turn a gigantic profit and almsot never ending list of rumps that need prompt spanking.

With bullets.

Of course the fame is unexpected, your persona kinda has this "LONE WANDERER" type of feel but... Gotta pay the bills somehow, and Wormdad doesn't have a job. Speaking of, the lusi, which were previously a problem during your hunts, have become a quality form of feed for Wormdad, so kills two birds with one large caliber shell.

Made out of a gigantic worm with a jaw that splits steel.

==> Examine massive pile of guns

In the corner of your room stands the testament to your newfound influx of funds, a massive pile of rifles. Many are hung up on various shelves and racks around your room but you have found yourself with far too many to continue keeping them in such a manner, you even extended your closet to keep them... But over time, the collection grew out of hand. Mostly due to a shipping error on your part, not noticing a bulk order when you were gonna order one(the price should've given it away but at the same time he thought it was that expensive just for one...) so now he has this problem.

Luckily, they are quite durable and with the bayonette you also use them as cooking implements, a note that your subscribes love greatly. It became part of the AESTHETIC as you use guns happhazardly and liberally.

Thus leading to your fighting style.

==> Look at Palmhusk

Yes, thats the name of the thing, sadly nobody has decided to speak to you yet, you only hope that will change soon, you wont go to them of course, that would be admitting you are lonely and want to talk to somebody. You can't do that. No matter how many times you check it over and over for notifications. At times being disappointed with notifications for updates or simply another attempt to get you to spill more funds on that damn game. Stupid damn gachas.

==> Remove your hat.

No.

==> Do it

The hat stays on.

 

[Venchi1986]

===> Check on the one troll we know for sure hasn't seen Xerxis' stream yet.

You are once again Cephal and briefly wonder why you wouldn't have been for the entire time you were sanding down your future table.

While the thing needs a lot more work you've done all you currently can so you put the sandpaper back into your syladex and check out your husktop. The device shows no sign of overheating meaning the upgrade wasn't failure at least, though you still have no idea of knowing if it's better then before or not.

===> Check out the memo.

What memo are you even talking abou...?

Never mind seems like Dinai made one. Curious about the odd name you open it and of course it's about the game. Since its open for everyone in your group of friends you decide you might as well let them know your two cents.

Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

recyclingScrounger [rS] posted in the LIVEBETA memo
RS: Honestly a. Lot about. This seems. Off to. Me I. Mean a. Mandated game. To be. Played by. Both high. And low. Bloods at. The same. Time?
RS: That said. I don't. Think it. Will be. That dangerous.
RS: I doubt. They would. Be willing. To put. A seadweller. In danger. After All.
recyclingScrounger [rS] ceased posting in the LIVEBETA memo

​

 

[GamerKitty205]

==>Hiidra: Continue Snooping

Okay, yep. You'll go do that. You walk back to your room and sit down at your computer. You open up the doc with all of your notes on the game. The player chain that they probably need to follow, the weird AR parts, the ton of encrypted files you can't figure out. Oh, and there's the fact that you're pretty sure it has a built in time limit. As in you need yo play this soon or bad stuff may occur. Which is wonderful.

==> Inform your friends

You open up the memo and begin typing.​

Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

TT: h3y yall
TT: long story short w3 n32d to play this gam3 so2n
TT: and w3 hav3 to start with a pair of p3opl3
TT: on3 s3rv3r and on3 cli3nt
TT: dont wor2y about whos3 who
TT: 3v3ryon3 g3ts to b3 both
TT: also dont fr3ak out wh3n you can mov3 stuff in r3al lif3
TT: and dont wast3 tim3
TT: i dont know why but itl2 b3 bad if you do
TT: oh and pl3as3 t3l2 m3 if you l3arn anything important

==> Do something less stressful

You open up grubtube and look up one of your favorite grubtubers. They're a popular east alternian animation tuber, and you enjoy watching them critique worldbuilding. It's very relaxing and honestly, you just was to relax for a bit.​

 

[Orikanyo]

==> Xerxies: Look at the game mentioned

The game is not contained in your palmhusk, unlike a certain other one that we will not be talking about, but on your husktop that is situated atop of that rifle desk you made a couple months back. It's more or less a plank of wood with riflebased table legs but yea know, you did your best. You did have a normal desk before hand but the table leg was requisitioned for a justice pyre. Burned a whole gang of ne'erdowells that night. You absent mindedly gaze upon a picture you took with them all tied up in a bundle atop that bonfire pit, you smile, lost in the memories.

Good times.

Good times.

==> travel more down memory lane.

Your streak of apprehending and dishing out punishments to outlaws has been long standing for a few cycles, duels at midnight, daring high noon day raids, each are seared into your memory so that you never forget the good times even when the going gets bad. Or when you get your frequent bouts of loneliness.

==> Look at the thing in the middle of the room

That is the radio tower, you aren't sure if the hive was there first or if the tower was, either way you get some killer signal for your streams.

==> Back to business

Yes, business, the game... You pop open your husktop and start by uploading the stream recording online, you, like many others, use Grubtube for this, the recording can be for those who want to go back to older stuff or catch up if they missed the stream... But then an idea occurs to you... Should... Should you stream the game? Not like You saw anything stopping you from it... if they gave it directly to a streamer they should've thought that much through...

==> Ask the others.

Spoiler: Memo

CGA: Xo... Xhould I LiveXtream thiX game?

CGA: I know it waX given to uX but they did give it to me knowing who i waX right?

CGA: Or did they care at all?

CGA: GueXX it doXen't matter, but it can help to keep uX abreaXt of what one of uX iX doing live.

CGA: what do ya'll think?

 

[AiDEE-c0]

> Seek opinion from the blue girl.



Not right now. Didn't you see the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign laying in the doorframe? Something very important is happening here, so please come back later.

Spoiler: > Ignore honest plea.

Oh. Now look at what you've done. Your carelessness has caused the blade to plummet completely out of hand. Are you happy with yourself? Will you sleep well tonight knowing that you've ruined the innocent joy of a troubled alien child? As punishment, you will henceforth proceed to BE this child, just to experience the intense emotional distress she must be feeling.

> Rafina: Intense emotional distress.

You have no time for distress! A knife just flew right through your window! Your hand seemingly slipped somehow and the result is one ugly panel of glass. Thankfully, you have just the solution.

> Apply unreasonably sized bird sticker.

You retrieve ONE (1) UNREASONABLY SIZED BIRD STICKER and plaster it over the hole like a band-aid. In doing so, you notice that the accidental ejection has caused a nearby owl to take flight. You have no idea how this could come to be significant later, so it probably won't.

======>

The sticker is a simplistic depiction of an avian flapping its wings. You think it would be a better fit for the aviary, where you are no longer located. Instead, you've nestled yourself in your bedroom. This bedroom, as opposed to your room, is a room full of beds. These beds are not for sleeping, that'd be unwise, but they are very bouncy and the pillows quite punchable.

> Punch nearest pillow.

Well, since you're already here... You hurl your fist towards the nearest ball of fluff, culminating in a satisfying thump against the object. Oh! That reminds you of the unread alerts you've received in the past few minutes.

> Address memo.

Again, you skim through the words of your friends. At last, you decide to throw your own two... nondescript metal coins into the mix.
​

Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

cuspidateFabulist [CF] responded to memo.
CF: (: the talks of this game concern me :)
CF: (: which is why i have decided :)
CF: (: i will be the first one to take the ground role :)
CF: (: no objections will be accepted :)
CF: (: we can figure out everything else :)
CF: (: including streaming :)
CF: (: after i have made sure your lives are not overly endangered :)
CF: (: until then :)
CF: (: no one is to interact with the game in any way whatsoever :)
CF: (: are we understood :)
CF: (: oh :)
CF: (: speaking of streaming :)
CF: (: your performance earlier was very amusing xerxis :)
CF: (: i simply wish you would understand how much better you would look in a differently coloured jacket :)
cuspidateFabulist [CF] ceased responding to memo.

 

[SerbianMounted]

===> Tempes: quit spacing out!!!

Huh? Oh, what? Wait....oh jegus. Looks like you completely spaced out while playing your lute again. This figures. You have a tendency of completely losing track of time whenever you start to jam out to some sweet tunes and kinda do your own thing for a while. Living alone has that kind of affect on you, you guess. Since you don't really have the company of others to physically occupy your space. Uh-oh......it seems like you might have disgruntled quite a few of your friends by prolonging your absence. And have in turn accrued quite a bit of text to read up on.....yikes.

Ah, well. Took a solid hour of more prolonging to get through it all and skim, but you think you're up to date on this adventure now! Rad. After thoroughly examining the memo, and feeling a bit more blindsided by all this highblood/lowblood talk, you take a moment to respond.

Spoiler: Memo

saltdwellingLyricist [SL] posted in memo 'LIVEBETA MEMO'

​

Spoiler: Memo

SL: haha.......hey.....guys....
SL: whoops.....i maybe sorta.....kinda......lost track of time there
SL: i'm just vibin......uh.....oh yeah, the beta
SL: um......uh.......
SL: maybe i could take a crack at it?
SL: with being the uh.....not client, i guess? since raf(t) is....uh.....excited to play client?
SL: haha......sounds fun ) :^)
SL: haha......the curved silence marking is my horns, get it?
SL: oh.....and xerxis.....man.....i'm so sorry about not seeing your stream
SL: i bet it was cool! i just.....maybe.......lost track of time....and forgot
SL: ) ;^(

​

You are always a little uneasy to post around your friends. Ok, well, you're a little uneasy to post around Rafina, if you're being totally honest here. The girl has.....a lot of unique qualities about her personality that maybe sort of overwhelm you. If you find being a little confused around Cephal with all of his weird talk about troll politics you maybe kinda don't really understand on some core level, Raf is......a big leap up from that.

The others are cool though! Even if their hobbies are a bit eclectic and strange you don't mind the odd chatter. In fact, you bet that this game is gonna be ablast to play with them!​

[/spoiler][/font]

 

[Venchi1986]

===> Cephal : Read the updated LIVEBETA memo

Oh come on, there is no way anyone would have posted something that soon but sure you'll humor whatever strange though made you consider wasting time by opening it again.

Looks like you were wrong, Hiidra posted some interesting stuff. This time there is no doubt you're fully caught up and that no one else posted anything.

===> Install one of the game's files.

Well your friend did mention you needed to play the game soon, even if the part about moving stuff in real life sounded ridiculous, and you know you husktop is slow so you might as well.

Picking at random you begin running the server file and yeah this is gonna take a good long while. Not wanting you husktop to crash you close Trollian and all other apps and decide kill time by doing some stuff.

===> Kill time.

Remembering the stack of paper you found you decide this is a good time to indulge in your hobby of making East Alternian style paper statuettes or should that be East Firsastian in your case? Eh it doesn't matter.

It takes you a while but you end up making a nice looking horned Hoofbeast if you do say yourself.

Spoiler

Next you make a Trunkbeast.

Spoiler

===> Check on the game.

Yeah sure, you don't think it'll be finished but it should be at least close.

Oh come on.

Looks like we'd better switch to someone else.​

 

[SpectrumCrow]

===> Diniai: Check Memo


Several notification dings come from your laptop, eventually pulling your attention away from your very important not-shipping work. It seems Rafina has already made her decision, although it seems to be with everyone’s best interest in mind, so you’ll let it slide.

Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

amativePollination [AP] posted in the LIVEBETA memo

AP: alright

AP: rafina goes in first then

AP: imm still going to go ahead and download the software

AP: also xerxis your coat looks fine

amativePollination [AP] ceased posting in the LIVEBETA memo

Now that’s settled, you pull up the download and get it started. This...will take a while. Blast living out in the woods with shitty internet.


===> Diniai: Continue reading



You pick up your most recent read, TROLL JANE EYRE! It’s quite the fantastic read, in fact, you’ve already read it. It’s nice to revisit an old favorite, a classic, really. The dynamics between- what’s that sound


===> Diniai: Look out window


You look out the window, eyes narrowed as you try and see what’s going on outside. Oh. Bearmom is coming home. Great. The cottage isn’t large, so you end up running into her more than you care for. Always on your case about reading books instead of hunting. It doesn’t matter, though, because the game would finish downloading soon and one of her friends would have a weird amount of control over her surroundings. Great. That’ll be fine with nothing ever going wrong.


You check the state of your download. 20%. Yeah, this will take a while. You’re going to go back to reading, despite Bearmom’s nagging.


===> Be someone else​

 

[Orikanyo]

==> Be somebody else

You are now somebody else, the gun touting one.

==> Do a little dance

You perform a quick jig to express the excitement you feel for finally playing a game with friends, given the fact getting people all together to do anything slightly coordinated is akin to pulling teeth from a rabid Musclebeast. IF things all align, you could actually succeed in managing to play a bit before people start getting bored and leaving you to your lonely march again. Fat chance, but hey, hearing from people is nice.

==> Download the game.

Stopping mid jig you begin to fiddle with your husktop, finding the links to the game and finally clicking initialize... Huh... The downloading this is rather neat. Its a... A... What is the shape even called? it loops in on it'self neverending. Normally most games don't care to much about the downloading part to put anything in it. Maybe this is important part of the game... Or just a logo...

Probably a logo.

Why are you looking at a stupid logo trying to find meaning in it?

What are you some game's reviewer or language professor trying to force students to find meaning in why the author made a door to a hive a specific color!?

"B-b-b-but it's to symbolize whats going on in the scene!" the door is red because they chose the color red.

Why do I have to make a 4 page essay about the color red and what it means to the author!? Fuck the author and fuck your unjust systematic educational drivel.

==> Watch out.

For what?- During his inner monologue mind rant about education's nit pickyness about literature Xerxies had managed to stub his toe into one of the table legs, causing him to wince and hold his foot in pain, the shaking however knocked a gun off of the nearby rack, hitting the floor and accidentally firing off.

Xerxies, seeing this, and knowing the hell incoming, proceed to duck underneath the table for safety, a thing the shitty rifles littered around this place did not have in their construction. Thankfully, the bullet didn't collide with any of the other rifles laying around, leaving him safe... Until something else stupid happens.

==> be somebody else.

 

[AiDEE-c0]

> Rafina: Bounce.

Bounce! After letting everyone know how you feel, you decide to bounce around on the soft fluffy beds for a bit. You wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, but it's so much fun.

You hear several bird calls coming from outside. What's up that?

> Bounce!

Bounce! Who cares? This is why you include at least one bed in virtually every client's hive. They don't get it at first, but the rest is always instinct!

Wings flutter wildly in the distance.

> BOUNCE.

Bounce!! Speaking of clients, you'd love to finally get back to your work. Nothing is more satisfying than seeing your pretty visualizations come to life... and getting paid for it too! You love your job.

Huh..? Is it just you or is that sticker growing...

> CRASH!

Shards of glass fly everywhere as you squint at the window! Before you can even begin registering, indigo splashes all over you. Your motionless lusus plants itself onto the floor, dead on impact. Its claws are still grasping a squirming owl, screeching its lungs out.

You'd think about what led up to this, the knife and the sticker, but your head is white noise, seething.

Spoiler: >Rafina: Make it pay.

You proceed to take it all out on the creature of supposed wisdom. It is entirely unnecessary... and horrifying.

======>

Bloodied and drenched, you crawl towards your bed-bound palmhusk because it is STILL MAKING NOISES.

You answer your friends.

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Spoiler: LIVEBETA memo

cuspidateFabulist [CF] responded to memo.
CF: (: tempes :)
CF: (: do not call me a "raft" ever again :)
CF: (: and spare me your braindead theatrics just this once :)
CF: (: shut up! just shut up if you have nothing to actually add :)
CF: (: hhng :)
CF: (: i :)
CF: (: apologize :)
CF: (: sorry :)
CF: (: that was very mean spirited of me to say :)
CF: (: i did not mean it :)
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cuspidateFabulist [CF] responded to memo.
CF: (: i am downloading the stupid game :)
CF: (: whoever wants to be my counterpart let us get this over with :)
CF: (: so i can get to being culled :)
CF: ): my lusus is dead :(
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