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Post by chrissilverblade on May 22, 2016 1:23:02 GMT
circulatoryEmperor [CE] began pestering feelerPsychoanalyst [FP]
CE: HELP!!! FP: Did SC tell you about the video chat? CE: NO!!! CE: Well actUally yes, I'm absolUtely livid aboUt it, BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT! FP: Oh? Then what is your conundrum? CE: I got contacted by an Alternian troll from back when Alternia was still... yoU know... a planet, and he needs to play SGRUB with Us! FP: Why...? CE: YoU know, him and his friends don't wanna to die in a bUrning inferno. FP: And as such, you agreed to having OUR world utterly ravaged in a burning inferno? Nicholas, you are quite the oblivious tool... CE: I know, bUt I can't change my mind now! I already agreed to help, their planet's aboUt to die, and I don't have a password to go back! Besides, THEY HAVE A GRUB! FP: So, may I hazard a guess as to why you are contacting me? CE: Two things: I want to save as many people as I can, yoU gUys especially since yoU're my only friends; and yoU're the one with the gigantic library. Don't yoU have an instrUction manUal, or a strategy gUide in yoUr vast collection of books? FP: I may, my ancestor was Rose Lalonde after all. I should have a copy or two of the ancient tome. Maybe even the original manuscript. Legend has it that only the chosen players of the next generation can see her elegance's autograph! CE: Is that last one even trUe? FP: No. CE: Oh. FP: Her autograph is already written in regular ink. CE: ಠ_ಠ FP: Anyways, I suppose I could help with the cause if you really have nowhere else to go. CE: And I have two more hoUrs. FP: And and you have two more hours. FP: How do you plan on getting the game? It doesn't even exist anymore! CE: Barring the chances of this being New Game+, the gUy's friend made copies to download digitally. FP: I assume, both server, and client copies. CE: ... no idea what that means. FP: I suppose it would be fine to explain so you are prepared. FP: Basically, one player gets the server copy to alter the world around the client player. CE: GesUndheit? FP: The client player goes on adventures, and the server player builds the cool shit. CE: Ah! That makes perfect sense! FP: Anyways, I'm going to go look for the book. It may take me an hour though. I haven't consulted it in ages. I hope you understand the very obvious reason. CE: Don't worry, that's perfect! Gonna check on the others!
>Enter Command.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 22, 2016 18:18:09 GMT
>Pester DD
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Post by chrissilverblade on May 26, 2016 21:41:54 GMT
Well, you got step 1 over and done with. What's the damage in a little update?
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Oh no! His addon wasn't built for the account actually using it to BE pestered from other timelines! You made a tear in space-time and got caught in the middle of it! You always did wonder what it would feel like to cross the streams. Oh well, there's one point to the death count. Hope this doesn't become a drinking game with you.
>RESET FROM LATEST CHECKPOINT
Well, you got step 1 over and done with. What's the damage in a little update? Wait, there's plenty of damage. What the fuck were you thinking?!
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You've received a password to your grizzly death. Why you would want to relive your breaking of space-time, you have no idea. Regardless, let's just wait until DD contacts you. Obviously, trying the opposite will only end poorly.
>Enter Command
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Post by Mystdrago on May 26, 2016 23:46:40 GMT
>Eat code and shit on the carpet
Alternately
>Stash code in sylidex and pester SC
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Post by chrissilverblade on May 27, 2016 15:33:37 GMT
>Eat code and shit on the carpet Alternately >Stash code in sylidex and pester SC Considering the current state of Nick's room now without any imps showing up yet, I'll take the alternate! X3
You store the password in your sylladex. You question how much more convenient it could be! You can access any card at any time at the right flick of the row. On the downside, you can only carry four cards for now, and you can only slide to the left, so any time you need something all the way to the right in a hurry, you have to slide each individual card leftward to get to it. Wouldn't be so bad if not for the 2 second delay for each card's slide. Oh well, 'least it's long enough for your current pace at the moment.
>Nick:Pester SC.
CE: 'SUp bro. SC: ◥▷◁◤'sup. SC: ◥▷◁◤somethin' wrong? CE: WE NEED TO PLAY SGRUB OR ELSE A GROUP OF INNOCENT TROLLS ARE GONNA DIE!!! SC: ◥▷◁◤you want me to cause the fuckin' apocalypse with you? CE: Okay, I know it soUnds stUpid and batshit insane when yoU pUt it like that, bUt I really don't have mUch time, or that mUch of an option anymore, so I may as well try an play along, and recrUit as many people as we can! CE: Besides, FP's got oUr backs. We won't be NEARLY as lost at the start as all of yoUr ancestors were... SC: ◥▷◁◤what's the "..." mean? CE: Nah, jUst some crippling self-reflection that I'm probably the only person here who isn't blood-related to any of the original SBURB/SGRUB players, bUt that's not important right now. CE: YoU think yoU're able to play the game? SC: ◥▷◁◤i guess. CE: And what's with the short texts? UsUally, YOU'RE the one doing all the rambling! SC: ◥▷◁◤remember how i said part of my house was set on fire by a molotov cocktail? CE: Ah fUck. SC: ◥▷◁◤yeah, we're still kinda dealing with it, so i don't have much time to talk too much. but yeah, i'm willing to help. anything to get off this stupid rock! it's like the fabled l.a. riots up in this town! and the rioters ain't fuckin' around! CE: How's that going on yoUr end by the way? I mean I'm doing fine, bUt yoUr mob connections have me convinced yoU're not in a safe place. SC: ◥▷◁◤far from it. they're just taking their time on the richer people. but i am still keepin' prepared. especially since me and big bro are human-troll hybrids. CE: I'm beginning to think these gUys might be jUst as racist as She-Hitler. SC: ◥▷◁◤don't think about it too much. 'least not for now. CE: Why the fUck not?! YoU're my bro! SC: ◥▷◁◤your bro who has a lot more shit to keep track of. like this apartment fire. seriously gotta go. talk to ya in a bit. if my computer winds up blowing up, i'll talk to ya with my shades. CE: YoUr sha-?!
stunningChronokinetic's [SC's] computer exploded.
CE: Strider? Strider?! STRIDEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!! SC: ◥▷◁◤what the fuck did i just say?! CE: Oh right.
That boy is quite the anomaly.
>Enter Command.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 28, 2016 5:40:50 GMT
>Observe corpse then pester PC
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Post by chrissilverblade on May 28, 2016 16:29:57 GMT
>Observe corpse then pester PC
THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! The Hell did this dead Nick come from?! Well, he kinda looks like you did during that tear. Did it carry over despite the reset?! What the fuck's going on here?! You should probably keep your room unseen by anyone but your server player until you have a safe place to dump this guy in the medium. In the meantime...
>Nick:Pester PC.
circulatoryEmperor [CE] began pestering paradeCrackerjack [PC]
CE: Aaron, right? PC: YeAh, don't worry, my brother's Asleep. CE: Always get confUsed. Which one's the girls again? PC: Oh, it's him. CE: Right right. Sorry. PC: Eh, don't worry, not like u he cAres whAt people think in generAl AnywAys. CE: Alright then. PC: AnywAys, whAt brings you to this conversAtion? CE: Need people to play a SGRUB session with. ThoUght I'd go with the people I don't want to die. PC: FAir cAuse, reAsonAble reAction to hAving to end the world. Why is thAt? CE: The only way we know how to save some trolls from Alternia who came into contact with me. PC: HAve they told you why you in pArticulAr? CE: They've got less than a day before their planet blows Up, so the one who contacted me told me he'd explain once we're in the mediUm. CE: So whaddya say? YoU game? PC: Well, I would go Ask my brother About it, but he would obviously sAy yes, being chAotic evil And whAtnot. PC: Eh, whAt the Hell, plAnet's probAbly going to die AnywAys. You heAr whAt the cAndywitch plAns on doing now?! CE: What? PC: FUCKING NUKING NEO-DERSE! CE: Okay, what? WHAT?! PC: Precisely MY reAction! She's wAging wAr on A country thAt is distAncing themselves As fAr AwAy from the BlAck Kings, BlAck Queens, Noir FAmily, And the Condesce As much As possible! And let's not even get stArted on the hypocrisy surrounding thAt lAst one! CE: DUde, we don't have mUch time to get into political discUssion, I've got an hoUr before the gUy gets back to me for an Update. PC: Sorry, sorry. HAve you tried pestering them by Any chAnce? CE: Yes, and I got killed by a crack in space-time. PC: You SAW yourself get killed by A crAck in spAce-time. Big difference. PC: Remember, NicholAs, you're A Seer, not A Lord. CE: Well that definitely explains why this dead Nick is still here. PC: Um Verzeihung? CE: Yeah, there's a dead nick jUst lying on the floor, and it looks like he died the same way I "saw" myself die. PC: Huh. Must be how your powers work. PC: RegArdless, thAt's not importAnt, I'll join your pArty. Got the gAmes by Any chAnce? CE: Not yet, bUt I might be able to get ahold of them in an hoUr or so. PC: FAntAstic! Hope to see yA then!
>Enter Command
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Post by Mystdrago on May 28, 2016 23:22:25 GMT
>freak out
Alternatively
>Pester final online chum then explore dwelling
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Post by chrissilverblade on May 29, 2016 1:56:59 GMT
>freak out Alternatively >Pester final online chum then explore dwelling circulatoryEmperor [CE] began pestering communicationDoter [CD]
CE: Ummmm... hi? CD: ✉g'day, ol' sport! polishing up on your hiking sports as i inquired upon you? you are 3 days behind schedule, and ✉y da has ✉uch paperwork to endulge hi✉self and i on! i will now inquire what your pestering of ✉e is today. CD: ✉how do you do? what brings you to contacting ✉e? CE: I was... Um... hoping we coUld play a game with the gUys... CD: ✉as alluring as that sounds, i ✉ust beg your pardon on just how long this ga✉e ✉ay last, as well as whether or not it will interfere with can town's current issues at the ✉o✉ent as a whole? CE: It's a rescUe mission. We gotta Use this game to save some Alternian trolls who're begging Us to help! CD: ✉oh dear! it always pains ✉e to see people in danger i ✉ust say ✉yself, but what ga✉e would be so powerful to do so? CE: Really, PD? YoUr descendants literally came from the game's hUman eqUivalent, and the giveaway was saving trolls from impending doom! CD: ✉i will have you know that you were still not specific enough for ✉e to co✉e to the conclusion of it being sgrub. for all i knew you ✉ay have been babblin' about so✉e other super ga✉e per chance! CE: ಠ_ಠ CE: Are yoU in or not. I'm kind of in a time limit. CD: ✉well, the urgency does indeed sound ✉ore pressing than silly papers. CE: PD? YoU still there? CD: ✉yes! yes! just flogged ✉yself for calling papers silly. CE: JOHN EGBERT, MAN! CE: YoU serioUsly take mail way too fUcking serioUsly! CD: ✉i'll have you know that the ✉ail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the post ✉an and the recipients of his precious parcels! CE: Oh God no, not the Parcel Pledge of Allegiance again! CD: ✉the ✉ail is freedo✉. the ✉ail is life. the ✉ail is the very fabric of civiliz- CD: ✉wait. CE: OUO CD: ✉hold that thought for one ✉o✉ent! CE: D: CD: ✉back. CE: I feel like I got what I need so- CD: ✉the ✉ail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet fro✉ its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of god in this righteous crusade! they are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free co✉✉unication, and the exchange of ideas! they are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedo✉, the white post✉arked angels that whisper a ✉essage on their deliverance, a pro✉ise to the yearning: "there is hope yet!" CD: ✉liberty! CD: ✉reason! CD: ✉justice! CD: ✉civility! CD: ✉edification! CD: ✉PERFECTION! CD: CE: Done with yoUr pledge of the week? CD: ✉yes. now, what do i do at the ✉o✉ent. CE: I woUld sUggest jUst carrying on for now. The only real instrUctions I've gotten were to roUnd people Up and get an expert on the game, so I'm pretty mUch golden. CD: ✉good to know, we shall continue our chat later then!
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On the other end of the mailbox shaped floor of your house is the living room. Here you and your dad chill. Chatting, reading books, watching anime and movies on his tablet. It has a generally relaxing tone. Complete with the house's air conditioning. It's just fucking gorgeous overall.
>Enter Command.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 29, 2016 23:59:25 GMT
>Captchalog all of the things
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jun 29, 2016 18:59:44 GMT
UPDATE: So... the image hosting site I originally used for the links for each image apparently no longer works. While I successfully managed to restore the images on the actual adventure, I just don't have the energy to do the same exact process on the forum. As such, if anyone wants to see the images, just click the mirror under the title. you should be sent straight to it. Fortunately, I've switched sites, so any replies from here on should be appearing if I'm lucky. Also, I've been busy with more prioritized non-Homestuck-related projects, but now I can focus a bit more on Eonbound now that I'm on summer break. Next page should be up soon. Thanks for your patience... Mystdrago...
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 1, 2016 15:32:40 GMT
It's amazing stuff you write here so don't get discouraged take heart that you have one adamant fan and there will be many to follow
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 1, 2016 18:23:07 GMT
It's amazing stuff you write here so don't get discouraged take heart that you have one adamant fan and there will be many to follow Oh, just wait 'till we get to the rest of the players. X3 >Captchalogue all of the things You can't feel your UI, you rushed the captchaloguing of the bookcase so much! Can't risk missing DD's next message! It'll especially come in handy for barricading the house once your father returns from work! He's coming with you to the medium and he's gonna like it! BUT, first things first.
>Enter Command.
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 4, 2016 16:23:52 GMT
>Nick: Nap or >Be the strider troll
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 4, 2016 17:32:38 GMT
>Nick: Nap or >Be the strider troll >Nick:Be the Strider TrollYour name is Danny Strider. You're one of three orphaned bros stuck in a cheap apartment after your parents died in a house fire. You rest easy knowing they're likely having the time of their lives in the FURTHEST RING. Your interests include dropping sick beats Ancient Strider Style, swords, and mob movies. You sometimes feel like being a mobster like that Noir kid down the street, but your bros find the idea asinine. Especially Middle Bro. You're also really, really freaked out by puppets. Whenever you see one, that shit gets put in the box and shipped to a dump in Bolivia. Why Bolivia? *shoosh**shoosh**pap**pap*. You don't need to know. ◥▷◁◤
>Danny: Be Middle BroYour name's Derek Strider. You're one of three orphaned bros stuck in a cheap apartment after your parents were assassinated in a house fire. You rest easy knowing they're likely having the time of their lives in the FURTHEST RING, but ache knowing that their killer is still out there. Your interests include ancient literature, most notably the works of Dirk Strider, ninjas, and JUST1C3! You wish to follow in Big Bro's footsteps and becoming an attorney. You will kick peoples' asses, not with heroin needles and blackjacks, but with JUST1C3! You're also really, really freaked out by puppets. Whenever you see one, that shit gets put in the box and shipped to Bolivia. Why Bolivia? *righteous pap and blessed shoosh*. You don't need to know. ⌐■_■
>Enter Command.
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 6, 2016 3:39:23 GMT
>Derek: reflect on relationship with brothers
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 6, 2016 14:13:51 GMT
>Derek: reflect on relationship with brothers You turn your head towards the heavens. Your relationship with your bros has grown more than any other bond within the last 4 years. Your dream is to be as awesome as your Big Bro, who happily trains you in the art of defense and prosecution; but you want your Little Bro, who you sometimes wish were called Sebastian so that you could call him Little Seb, to live in a world he personally doesn't want. Come to think about it, what world DOES he want to live in? He wants to be a mobster, which alone is a terrible idea, but he spends every dinner talking about how much of a racist bitch the new president is. Not that you don't agree, he just seems to not realize that he's in for shit for EITHER life he's directing himself to. Why must being the middle child be so hard? Let alone when you're in the middle of a case?
>Enter Command
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 7, 2016 3:53:17 GMT
>Examine posters
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 9, 2016 15:42:00 GMT
Ah, your Batman poster. Took one of your Big Bro's "Family Court Hearings" to get this set here instead of that Midnight Crew poster. Everyday you wake up, you see four things: Little Bro, your decrepit city, the Strider Family Crest, and the Bat Signal. Truly, the first thing any man of JUST1C3 should see first thing in the morning! You are vengeance! You are the night! You're the goddamn Strider!
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You hate a moral coward, one who lacks a manly spark. You just detest a man afraid to go home in the dark. You always spend your evenings where there's women, wine, and song. But like a man, you always bring your little wife along. You're a member of the midnight crew. You're a night owl and a wise bird too. Home with the milk in the morning, singing the same old song. Rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun. Early to bed, and you'll miss all the fun. Bring your wife and trouble, it will never trouble you. Make her a member of the Midnight Crew! At least... that's what you think happens every night. Hangin' out with the crew in some big ball made of purple cathedrals. They're awesome. Maybe even the reason you wanna be a mobster. It's tough to say. Of course, right next to this masterpiece is the Strider Family Crest. It's alright, you guess. The motto's kickass though. "You're welcome for me existing." Fuck yeah, you are. Whoever came up with that shit's a genius.
>ΩU Reader:Enter Command
Juuust a friendly reminder for future situations like this one. =3
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 10, 2016 0:00:21 GMT
>Derek: Find chum to pester (or troll, whichever client you use)
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 11, 2016 14:51:58 GMT
>Derek: Find chum to pester (or troll, whichever client you use)
You tend to leave the computer work to Little Bro. Hell, you don't even have a Pesterchum account. The only reason Danny's friends know you exist is because he mentions you and you can be seen in the background of some video chats during your investigating. Big Bro tends to be social too, just not in your second-hand circle of friends. Who needs friends anyways? You have the Yin, the Yang, and JUST1C3! >Danny:You're bored, visit Big Bro.
No sign of Big Bro here. He was always the kind who would go overboard with his projects. All he woulda had to do was rearrange the coffee table and sofas to look like a courtroom. Instead, he threw everything but the posters out and burned them with his molotovs, extended the ceiling, made an elaborate set of secret doors in your room so you could move around the construction area, AND built these nice tables and podium. All so he could practice defense and prosecution with your Middle Bro. You're not even INTO this shit, and you're impressed by the sheer amount of effort that Big Bro puts into everything! You haven't even gotten STARTED on the transportalizer in your room!
>ΩU Reader:Enter Command
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 11, 2016 21:43:27 GMT
>Danny: continue to explore
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 12, 2016 15:09:29 GMT
>Danny: continue to explore
Big Bro's room. Odd, he's usually here fiddling with, oh god... not the damn Smuppets!
>Danny:Captchalogue molotov cocktail to feel safer.
You equip the molotov into your sylladex. This couldn't possibly backfire! Even with this legendary piece of shit you call an inventory system! Either way, you should probably-
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Will you look at that, that Manning kid's pestering you. You hoped that Smuppet Cannon threat would lure him into the chat! Sucker.
stunningChronokinetic [SC] began pestering circulatoryEmperor [CE]
SC: ◥▷◁◤ya there, ce? SC: ◥▷◁◤yo, today. SC: ◥▷◁◤ya got 5 more minutes to pester. SC: ◥▷◁◤well, time to get the smuppet canno- CE: WAIT! I'm here! [...]
We've already read this conversation.
>ΩU Reader:Stay tuned.
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Post by Mystdrago on Jul 12, 2016 21:56:02 GMT
>Danny: Pester another chum
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Post by chrissilverblade on Jul 15, 2016 4:15:30 GMT
>Player of Space:Skip this conversation.
Come on... COME ON! I don't need to read this for the millionth fucking time-! WHOOPSY!
>Danny:Accidentally throw MOLOTOV COCKTAIL at Smuppets.
OH GOD HOW CAN SMUPPETS BE SO FLAMMABLE
CE: Fair enoUgh. All I have is this dingy little Keyblade replica. SC: ◥▷◁◤oh my god, my third bro's smuppet collection just exploded! gotta go! >ΩU Reader:Enter Command.
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