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Post by SlateBelfur on Jul 21, 2017 0:47:24 GMT
Kate: Take the yellow one.
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Post by SlateBelfur on Jul 22, 2017 3:31:31 GMT
Kate: Ask permission to enter Prospit proper, properly.
You walk up to the...
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Are...are they only wearing the collar?
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Post by SlateBelfur on Jul 22, 2017 21:42:37 GMT
Kate: Do impression of Naked Prospitian.
You do such a good impression that for a brief moment you are able to be the BARREN GATEKEEPER.
Man does this job stink. You'd put on a hat just to get out of this... you're not sure what you're standing in, actually. You just sort of crawl in here at the beginning of your shift, which you've been meaning to speak to someone about. Also, it's pretty unlikely that you're gonna put on a hat anytime soon.
Speaking of not wearing hats, it appears you have a visitor. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Jul 23, 2017 21:38:45 GMT
BG: Tip your non-existant hat to young lady.
Everything is a joke to you people, isn't it? If you'll look over here, you can plainly see that you have no HATS with an existence level of 0%, but rather LACK headwear of ANY KIND through which to TIP. In fact, the most hat-like object you have, your standard issue NOISE MACHINE, is not and will not ever be found in your HEAD SLOT. Now let's refrain from any more hat talk in the future, shall we?
BG: Bop her on the head with your BARCODE SCANNER.
You give the little Scamp a bop with your PROSPORT CHECKER to get her to pipe down a bit.
Calm down kid, you say. All you need to see is the prosport. She asks if you're new here. Maybe you are maybe you aren't. She asks you where your uniform is. We're getting off topic, you reply. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 8, 2017 23:55:39 GMT
Kate: Waltz on in.
As you are about to enter, this rather Blockade-like Goon decides to stop you one last time.
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She hands you your FORGOTTEN CELLPHONE. You hadn't noticed until now, but you haven't had your phone for a while. How thoughtful of her, you think to yourself. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 10, 2017 21:52:32 GMT
Kate: Check your phone.
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Surprise, surprise, 9,000 people seem to be messaging you. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 11, 2017 7:47:53 GMT
Kate: Answer someone, anyone.
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 12, 2017 4:31:45 GMT
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 13, 2017 0:31:33 GMT
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 14, 2017 1:09:38 GMT
Kate: Hassle Finn.
Kate: Return to room.
You make your way back to your ROOM.
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 15, 2017 0:06:21 GMT
Kate: Review plan one last time.
The plan is simple enough: Break your way into the froggy storage area and procure a copy of a game build stable enough to connect to one of the Belfur bozos in the event of a crisis, which is pretty much guaranteed to happen with those two. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 16, 2017 0:08:50 GMT
Kate: Tidy room up, and update Sylladex with essentials.
You reconfigure your Syllasong to include the following: ONE (1) NOTEBOOK, ONE (1) HALF EMPTY BAG OF FRUIT CHOW, ONE (1) ELEVATOR CONTROL, TWO (2) COILS OF ROPE, TWO (2) MASKS OF VARYING EMOTION, and ONE (1) REPLICA ROD OF SEASONS.
You think this is a good amount of stuff.
Kate: What about your Strife Specibus?
You've got that covered too, there's nothing you cant take down with a good whappin' from your spade. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 17, 2017 0:22:19 GMT
Kate: Call elevator.
You call the ELEKATEOR. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 17, 2017 23:56:09 GMT
Kate: Check on Finn.
This is the past, remember? Whatever noble and selfless act he's doing is something we've already seen. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 18, 2017 23:50:56 GMT
Kate: Ride elevator.
You arrive a floor down. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 20, 2017 0:29:01 GMT
Kate: Examine Suds.
It's a bottle of dish soap, creatively labeled SUDS. It gets the job done, but it makes a surprising lack of suds of any kind. |
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Post by radiatingangel on Aug 20, 2017 0:46:21 GMT
Kate: Drink SUDS, maybe it's flavored
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 21, 2017 1:14:47 GMT
Kate: Get a better view of room.
You are in your PERSONAL KITCHEN. After a long and rather unpleasent conversation with your MAMA you both agreed that it would be best if you TOOK CARE OF YOURSELF, FOOD-WISE. Her reasoning was she didn't trust anyone to make food for you, but you just think it would be weird to be waited on. Plus cooking is kind of fun, though you still read a LOT of tutorials online.
Now that you think about it, you are kind of thirsty. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 21, 2017 22:15:11 GMT
Kate: Drink SUDS, maybe it's flavored.
You take this moment to drink the shit out of the suds. It taste so soapy, you think. If you've said any bad words in the past 25 years they have just been stricken from the record. Your ancestors have just been forgiven for every naughty thing they've said, and they have now retroactively never thought the naughty things in the first place. You're gonna set a record of cleanest mouth in no time.
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...Is what you would be thinking, if you had any. You're sure it was here JUST a second ago, but you can't seem to find it.
It seems the robo-shenanigans are already afoot. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 23, 2017 2:02:15 GMT
Kate: Skip ahead, to your present.
My my, hasn't anyone taught you patience? Manners? The difference between a gift and a time period? Fine.
You are now KATE, in the PRESENT. You have just switched on this newfangled console, though it seems to have done nothing. Probably because it isn't actually plugged in. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 24, 2017 1:40:19 GMT
Kate: Go another level down.
Well, you would, if there wasn't some bozo blocking the way. And by bozo blocking the way you mean barricade protecting you from the onslaught of MOM-BOTS. No no, you need to think of a different way out of this place. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 25, 2017 1:02:56 GMT
Kate: Reap rewards from MOMBOT slaying.
You quickly and efficiently hop to the next rung on your ECHELADDER, THE MASKED MARAUDER. This would have been so much cooler if you were still wearing your mask, you think. You gain a new SPIFF CHARM on your NECKLACE OF CHAMPIONS, and gain more VAUGE UNASSUMING STAT-UPS. You DON'T, however, get anymore BOONDOLLERS, because your three CERAMIC PORKHOLLOWS apparently cap at this arbitrary number. Also because you had a FUCKTON OF BOONDOLLERS TO BEGIN WITH, given to you by the WISE QUAESTOR. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 25, 2017 22:59:10 GMT
Kate: Look at Samus poster.
You'd give her a long, platonic kiss and be friends forever with her if she were real. Enough said on the subject of Samus Aran, really.
No, really. |
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Post by SlateBelfur on Aug 27, 2017 0:53:33 GMT
Kate: Go back upstairs.
You have a feeling you know what's gonna happen here, but you head up the stairs anyway. |
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