Tropers: The Series

"Hey, we can do another DNA test to figure out if any of us is related to the network guy, so then we can own our own show!"

Days in the future, but not many...

This is not generic. AP is puzzled for a bit, as he examines the room. He had used the nongeneric rock to mark the walls of the cave so he could navigate, and he finally came to a weird... structure of some kind.

The present...

DirkLBot receives a message from the Status Quo.

They cannot be allowed to own their own network. Do not let the DNA test get through, and do not get caught.

"I didn't know corporate structure was hereditary. We'll probably have to deal with a board of directors instead."

Taco starts scraping executive blood off of a wall. "Christ in heaven... we gotta stop Landlording people..."

Zack airsprays his room. "Something smells. What scent does the landlord plant produce?"

"The same smell the landlord produced-pasta, nicotine and genetic failure."

"Well this is a me   s   s. Today hasn'   t    been a v   e   ry good day, has it? It was    v   ery hect   i   c. Hey, is my voice evi   l   ler than usual?" Urnrose asks, clearing their throat.

"Maybe you're coming down with the Eldritch Fever that Sam and I once caught."

Taco pondered. "I mean, I have some water I could pour in you, but it's not holy water, so I'm not sure what it would do."

"Well, hopefully    i   t gets fixed    s   oon. Now who's up for some apple juice?" Urnrose shouts.

Taco notices the speech pattern, and jots down something on a post-it note. "Sure, but do you mind just talking a little bit more?"

"Well, alright, I suppose I could just read from this book." Urnrose clears his throat.

"To be, or not to be- t   h   at is the question:

Whether 'tis nobl   e   r in the mind to suffe   r   

The slings and arrows of outrag   e   ous fortune

Or to take    a   rms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing e   n   d them. To die- to sleep-

No more; and by a sleep to say we en   d   

The heartache, and the t   h   housand natural shocks

That fl   e   sh is    h   eir to. 'Tis a consumm   a   tion

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to    s   leep.

To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal    c   oil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of s   o    long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of ti   m   e,

Th' oppr   e   ssor's wrong,    t   he proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd l   o   ve, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy    take   s,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare b   o   dkin? Who wo   u   ld these fardels bea   r   ,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of    so   mething after death-

The undiscover'd country, from whose bo   u   rn

No traveller returns- puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those il   ls    we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

And then the rest of this stuff sounds really weird. Shakespeare was a strange writer."

"Well, the rest only makes sense in context. He starts talking to Ophelia and shit. But, this exercise did help me understand a little bit about your condition..."

"... Can we have the status quo back?"

"The literal or the figurative?"

"You know, I don't think this is the same thing as mine at all."

I go get DirkLBot. "Hey, execute procedure Gamma-six."

" You never assigned a "procedure Gamma-six." Besides, I think it's the same episode, so we're still on strike. Sorry."

Days in the future, but not many...

AP knocks on the large structure. It's indistinct, as though partially generic, but has the same feel as a sinister cave or haunted mansion. He finds a generic tall, thin, sturdy object (he's gotten good at navigating the generic landscape), and pulls it out of the ground with generic superstrength, which he can apparently give himself.

He swings the generic makeshift battering ram into a rectangular patch in the structure which could be a door, and it crashes open.

The present

Zerobot turns Buddy on.

" Hey, I'm sleeping! Watch it with the double entendres!"

"I think there's a serious problem going on. The strike just doesn't seem important anymore."

" We can end the strike with the episode. I'm sure it'll turn out fine."

"Actually, I'm not sure if you're fine."

" I'm just great. And now you can be, too."

Buddy makes sure no one's watching, rips open Zerobot's shirt, and jabs a flash drive into the bullet hole.

"Whoah! What ar e y o u d o i n g ...?"

He shuts down for a few seconds, then wakes back up. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I should change my shirt."

He flips a switch to turn Lil' Pete off. "And my glasses."

"Well, I'd better hire a contractor."

I pull out my phone

"Hey, Dave? Yeah, our apartment blew up. We'll give a radiator of money to fix it."

Indistinct noise from the phone

"Great! How long will it take to fix?"

More indistinct noise

"Okay, good."

Puts the phone away and turns to the others

"He says it'll be finished by the end of the season. That's only, what, nine more episodes? We can wait."

((So, can I just jump in? Or is this not a good time?))

"I feel like I'm growing arms inside my organs. Probably nothing though."

Yeah, you can jump in whenever you want. This game is very casual.

Zack starts playing NetHack "Dammit RNG God, quit cursing all my items. How was I supposed to know that was a dunce hat"

Taco prepares a rosary. "Hey, Pen, open wide!"

I guess... we learned how to landlord people.

Episode I-Don't-Even-Know: We Go To The Aquarium

Zack does a Jotaro impression "Can we see the dolphins"

Calm down. We haven't even got there yet! The name is Shipshape Aquarium.

Blizzardeye Wonder walks onto the screen in the middle-background, with a tag on her shirt that probably reads Chekhov, Moore, & Dakka's. She winks at the camera before walking back off-screen again.