Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Wake Up
Your name is Michael Vallance. You find yourself awoken by your TRUSTY ALARM. You get out of bed, extremely drowsy, and head to get dressed. You put on your OLD JEANS, you still can't understand why other people don't like them, they're brilliant.
You check your Maths Modus and see that there is a PENCIL in it. You decide to take it out, however your brain is sleepy and you mess up when mentally trying to work out what the square route of 18.9 is. It's probably better to leave it there until later.
Well, it looks like you're ready to go. Just capchalogue a CALCULATOR and set your HARPOON up as your Strife Specibus and you're good to head downstairs. Your really looking forward to meeting everyone else.
edited 26th Oct '11 12:37:10 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
DOWNSTAIRS, a GROUCHY-LOOKING TEENAGER sits with a BOWL OF CEREAL. One might think he's grumpy because it's MORNING and he hasn't yet finished eating his BREAKFAST, but this is JUST HOW HE ROLLS. THIS IS HOW HE ALWAYS ROLLS.
>Be Thomas Ambrose
You sure? I mean, he looks like kind of a douchebag. Look at him, he even grumbles over his cereal. There are probably other people you could be right now who are far less stand-offish.
>Y
You are now TOM AMBROSE. You don't care that it's OCTOBER 1st today, what matters is that it's SATURDAY and thus you don't have to get up GOD-AWFULLY EARLY, which makes SATURDAY PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME in your book.
You are here as a TENANT OF DONOVAN'S. You have NO IDEA why your LANDLORD is so FILTHY RICH, but you're pretty sure that it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. You wouldn't ever PRY, and you expect the same from your NEXT MAN.
Out of habit you check your STRIFE SPECIBUS and SYLLADEX. You've allocated your SPECIBUS with the knifeKind abstratus, and your PAC-MAN FETCH MODUS is good to go. For day-to-day usage you keep only a few items in your SYLLADEX, else it can get DIFFICULT TO USE. Your STRIFE DECK only has a KITCHEN KNIFE in it so far, though.
You're expecting your FELLOW TENANTS to get HIGHLY WORKED UP about the SBURG BETA today as usual, which you've signed up for too since you're tired of HEARING SO MUCH ABOUT IT. Also, you were kind of BORED and this seemed as though it might be interesting. In preparation, you've gotten up UNCHARACTERISTICALLY EARLY for a SATURDAY. Usually you'd be in your room SLEEPING IN until maybe TWO IN THE AFTERNOON.
So for now you eat your CEREAL while you wait for EVERYONE ELSE to come down and the BETA to be distributed.
edited 1st Oct '11 10:06:50 AM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Scare the shit out of Tom
You walk down the stairs and stand just behind Tom. You tap him on the shoulder and then stare blankly at him.
Hi. Wha+'s up?/
edited 1st Oct '11 10:39:38 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
You almost drop your CERAL, the way you JUMP, but you SETTLE DOWN quickly.
jesus (hrist, vallan(e, don't sneak up on me like that. is the landlord up yet. if we're going to do this sburg thing, i'd like to get it over with as fast as possible.
edited 1st Oct '11 10:46:40 AM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
> Be Alexandra Jones
But of course. You have already been awake several hours, and have spent it wisely to PREPARE FOR THE DAY and CLEAN AND TIDY UP your rooms. It is unlikely that you will have the time to do it after your planned BOUT OF VIDEO GAME PLAYING. You take such matters VERY SERIOUSLY.
> Check inventory
You are well prepared; your SYLLADEX has been cleared out for the SESSION, and holds only your WOODEN SWORD, your PDA and a REGULAR NOTEBLOCK. The details of TONIGHT'S GAME have not yet been fully revealed to you, and so you will not waste time by FILLING YOUR INVENTORY to be PREPARED FOR ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. That would be silly, and NOT VERY SERIOUS AT ALL. However, at the moment it holds NO FOOD. You believe that a PACKED LUNCH may come in handy.
> Head for kitchen
You do so.
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Answer Tom
You think for a moment, wondering whether Eric will come down. You do however hear someone coming down the stairs so you guess that it could be him.
I +hink I can hear someone coming down +he stairs right now/ I suppose +t could be him.
> Mike: Go get breakfast
You leave Tom to his own devices and go to grab some bread for toast. You have a good feeling about today. You capchalogue the bread into slot four and go to the toaster. Four times 18.9 equals...
edited 1st Oct '11 11:32:16 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
good. this game's been hyped up into the sky. if its underwhelming all the planning and s(hedule-(learing would have been for nothing. and the landlord would have wasted all that (ash.
> Tom: Finish cereal. Wear the bowl and headbutt the table.
You don't think you'll be doing the last two anytime soon. You do, however, finish your CEREAL as instructed, then put the BOWL and SPOON in the dishwasher like anyone who's not retarded would. You also decide to just stick around and wait for DONOVAN.
edited 1st Oct '11 12:15:03 PM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
Yep, they play music too
[S] > Mike: Do Maths [1]
8.69482605 times 10 to the power of six, divided by Pi... You eventually put the bread into the toaster and set for 1 1/4 minutes. You then go back and sit down at the table.
edited 26th Oct '11 12:37:23 AM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Not Literally Me
> Eric: Enter
You waltz down the stairs into the kitchen with the gait of a man who knows he owns the place, and with one of your smug, self-satisfied smirks on your face (you're not actually smug and self-satisfied at the moment, your muscles just tend to tense that way when you wake up, probably from practice).
"Morning all."
You wander over to the sink, grab a bowl and pour yourself some cereal, then slide into the seat next to Tom. You eat a spoonful, then turn and look around the room. Tom is just standing around, Alexandra has just walked in, and Mike... you never can be sure what Mike is doing. The guy freaks you out on some fundamental level. He's probably messing around with his FETCH MODUS though. You decide not to think to hard about him.
"So, how is everybody?"
edited 1st Oct '11 12:44:21 PM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
>Tom: Nod at the rich one.
nothing new under the sun, so i'm fine. how mu(h of the day do you re(kon we'll be spending on this thing.
edited 1st Oct '11 1:20:18 PM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Cry like a baby and urinate on the table
No way! You would never do something like that, you're trying make friends here. And anyway, that rich guy would throw you out. You should do something better.
> Mike: Collect Toast
Ding! There goes the toaster. You get up and capchalogue your toast and the butter, then combine the two. You then head back to the table.
edited 1st Oct '11 1:01:06 PM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
>Alexandra: Make SANDWICH
Combining SLICED BREAD, CHEESE, HAM, CUCUMBER, BELL PEPPER and MAYONNAISE you make a SANDWICH full of valuable nutrients. Going through the SYLLADEX takes a long time however, and you pause a brief moment to ponder if there may not be an easier way to do this.
>Stop lampshading
Your thoughts focus on instead greeting Eric.
Good morning, Eric. I am fine, thank you. How are you?
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!
Snowy
>Be May Brown
You are now May Brown. Today you are playing a Game of Sburg with a few of the other tenants. You're not very familiar with most of them, but you hope to make a few friends.
>May: Go Eat Breakfast
You walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen. A couple of the other Tenants are in the kitchen, including the landlord.
You quietly sneak into the room and pour yourself a bowl of cereal.
>Say Hello
You look at the room of people. There's a lot of them...And you feel like you should just stay quiet.
Not Literally Me
> Eric: Answer
"I'm fine. Can't wait to get this started, to be honest. You wouldn't believe the favours I called in to get these."
You quick fork over some superfluous MODUS COINS and draw the SBURB BETA TICKETS from your SYLLADEX and wave them in a demonstrative fashion.
"I'm not really sure how long the game takes. It really depends on how much everyone else wants to play through today, and how good the game is."
You see May attempting to sneak in, and you think you might as well say hello.
"Hello, May! You all ready for the game?"
edited 1st Oct '11 1:48:01 PM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Bite Toast
You take a bite out of your wonderfully toasted toast and walk up to Eric. You hold out your hand.
Le+'s ge+ +his s+ar+ed +hen/ Eric?/
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
i pre-downloaded it yesterday, so i guess all i have to do is get a ticket and register my (opy. do we owe you anything for these, donovan.
Much like Mike, you hold out your hand expectantly.
edited 1st Oct '11 1:49:17 PM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
Not Literally Me
> Eric: Distribute the tickets
You hand the tickets to Mike and Tom.
"No, think of it as a reward for never making me hound any of you over rent. Besides, I've got favours, and money, to spare anyway."
edited 1st Oct '11 1:52:09 PM by MadeOfAxes
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Snowy
>Almost Drop Bowl Of Cereal
!?!
You are surprised by Eric Saying hello to you and almost Drop your cereal.
...i guess so..
You wait until the other Players get their tickets before you try to get yours.
edited 1st Oct '11 1:54:29 PM by stargirl93
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Take Ticket
You gratefully take the ticket from Eric and put it your pocket.
+hanks, ma+e.
> Mike: Go get Computer
What? Your computer? You don't need that. You've got your calculator right here.
You take out your calculator and unfold it to insert the CD, remembering to carry the 1 of course. Your calculator is so great, it does everything for you.
edited 1st Oct '11 1:57:27 PM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Detective Extroadinaire
>Be Robin DuMonte
You are now Robin DuMonte, poet extraordinaire and exceptionally dashing individual. Neither of those things quite do you any good while asleep, though.
>Wake up
You wake up. You were just wrapping up an EXCEPTIONAL DREAM where ou found yourself in a MAGICAL FOREST with MAGICAL CREATURES. When you awake you are beset with the urge to wax poetic about it.
O! Endless wood of myth and wonder! A land of eternal peace and flourish! Where joys are abound without number! A land I visit with the bark named slumber! ...Um, what rhymes with flourish?
Oh well. Your POETIC ABILITIES aren't at their prime first thing in the morning.
>Get ready for the day
As you are a FREESPIRITED NATURALIST POET, that doesn't consist of much other than throwing on your TRADEMARK COAT AND HAT and captchaloguing your favorite NOTEBOOK, a MECHANICAL PENCIL, your PIPE AND TOBACCO, and your LAPTOP. You do however QUICKLY BRUSH YOUR TEETH, because even a NATURALIST has to draw the line somewhere. You also assign your CHEAP PAWN SHOP REPLICA RAPIER to your STRIFE SPECIBUS, merely because of how DASHING it makes you look.
>Go downstairs
Happy to oblige.
Sylladex: ((Notebook, Pencil), Pipe and tobacco, Laptop)
edited 1st Oct '11 3:19:37 PM by Aniventerie
Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.
>Tom: Captchalogue ticket.
Done and done. It takes up its spot as an orb in a PAC-MAN game, awaiting retrieval.
no point wasting time then. we should probably all sign onto pester(hum, make things easier on ourselves.
>Get show on the road.
You head out back to your ROOM, politely if reluctantly nodding to the poet dude on the way out, and close the door behind you. There is naturally a BED here, as well a DESKTOP COMPUTER. There is also an OLD TELEVISION, and strewn around are a whole bunch of OLD GAME CONSOLES and GAMES. In your BOOKSHELF rests quite a few BOOKS, most of them HISTORICALLY RELATED. There's also a bunch of DRAWINGS secreted away in your DESK, but none of these things are of any real consequence right now.
Now you intend to play SBURG.
You boot up your COMPUTER and open up the SBURG BETA application, inputting the KEY printed on your ticket as requested. (After spending a few seconds playing Pac-Man to get at the ticket, naturally.)
You also fire up PESTERCHUM, logging on with your handle inherentlyProblematic.
inherentlyProblematic started pestering abstractAngel
iP: okay, it's loading up now. do you have any idea about how this is going to work.
edited 1st Oct '11 2:21:26 PM by l3wt
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.
Snowy
>Take a ticket
uh, i'll just.... You put out your hand for one of the tickets.
Yep, they play music too
> Mike: Pester Tom
You open up your pesterchum on your calculator and answer Tom.
AA: Hey +here/ +t says some+hing abou+ server and clien+/ I'm ins+alling clien+/ You wan+ +o be server?
edited 1st Oct '11 3:02:34 PM by Meta-ridley
Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard.
Detective Extroadinaire
>Find the others
You are successful in doing so, but since most of your THOUGHTS are directed towards composing your LATEST SONNET, you immediately crash straight into that quiet auburn haired girl.
(Oh!) I'm terribly sorry May. My mind was elsewhere.
>Greet everyone
Well, then! Top of the morning to you all. This is the day we begin the frivolities, correct?
Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.
> Narrative: Begin
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, October the 1st, has absolutely no significance to him whatsoever.
He's also not going to let you name him. He's sure that would end badly, and besides, his name is ERIC DONOVAN. You decide you may as well be this guy, even if he is a little full of himself.
> Be Eric Donovan
You're happy to oblige. You've got things to do, after all.
You have the good fortune to be EXTRAORDINARILY WEALTHY, to the point where you OWN YOUR OWN RESIDENCE. Unfortunately, you are not so wealthy as to not require SOME FORM OF INCOME, so you rent your lavish apartment (you maintain that it is similar to an INDOOR MANSION) out to various TENANTS.
These tenants are, in your opinion, a collection of NUTJOBS, HEADCASES, and ODDBALLS of all types. Fortunately, they PAY THE RENT, so all is well.
It is LATE MORNING on a SATURDAY. You've already got dressed, so you figure you might as well head downstairs and mingle with the rst of the people who share your house. You straighten your tie, don your sunglasses, and quickly comb your hair in the mirror. You're the landlord, after all. You have to look PRESENTABLE.
You quickly check your inventory. Your VENDOR MODUS thankfully empty and you have a decent supply of MODII COINAGE on hand. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS (pistolKind) is ready to go. You head over to your desk, and captchalogue a few objects: a COMB (in case you need to maintain your IMMACULATELY GROOMED HAIR on the go), your trusty GOLD-PLATED PDA, and a certain PLOT-RELEVANT COLLECTION OF TICKETS for a popular new video game.
Okay, this day might have a small amount of significance for you, you admit it. Some of your tenants have expressed an excited interest in a new computer game, named SBURG. Given that they've been very good at keeping up with the rent, and you admit you have developed and interest in the game (mostly as a result of their enthusiasm) you pulled a few strings and managed to get MULTIPLE SETS OF TICKETS to the game's BETA. These are the PLOT-REVELANT TICKETS you are picking up now, in order to distribute them among the tenants so you can start playing.
Having picked up the copies of the BETA, you decide to head downstairs and get yourself some BREAKFAST.
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.