Welcome to Sburb! (Dead and Over)

[Pappytech]

>Dream Connor: As you examine your stab wound, Jack decides to give you another. In your other arm. He points out to the Queen how easily you're bleeding, and asks why she thinks he would ever associate with you.

The Queen responds that you told her that Jack sent you to kill her. Jack looks at you, annoyance flashing across his visage. As he glares at you, he says that liars aren't welcome around here. As he stabs you, in the chest, he says that liars aren't good business partners. As he slits your throat, he says that he hates liars.

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>Connor: You suddenly wake up.

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>Dirk: The PAINT BUCKET is destroyed. He is no more.

Level up. Level 33 Anime Freak. +30 Boonbucks.

In addition, the GICLOPS is blinded by your attack, although he's still quite alive. He swipes at you and stomps his leg, knocking you off. Your HURAHARA BLADE is still stuck in his leg though.

 

[MetroidNut]

>MetroidNut: Be the Rich.

It's me.

>Rich: Hit it.

You don't have anything to hit! Maybe you should examine that STRIFE SPECIBUS.

>Rich: Examine STRIFE SPECIBUS.

It appears to be a STRIFE SPECIBUS.

>Rich: Pick up STRIFE SPECIBUS.

You captchalogue the STRIFE SPECIBUS.

>Rich: Place STRIFE SPECIBUS in your STRIFE PORTFOLIO.

You're finding it increasingly difficult to pronounce "STRIFE".

>Rich: Closely examine STRIPE SPEFIBUS.

You don't know what that means!

>Rich: Closely examine THING.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

>Xavier: Ascend the to Cloud Dungeon
You do so with company of accomplice, C-Diddy.

You see this shit, man?

Spoiler: OOC

Gettit? C-Diddy --> Sea-Ditty --> A body of water+ A hymn --> River Song.
I am such a genius!

 

[Pappytech]

>Rich: You find yourself the proud owner of a SMGkind Strife Specibi! Woot.

Speaking of, you spot your UNCLE'S P90 lying on the ground next to the desk. It was totally always there.

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>Xavier: I...

>GM: Try to reject name. You're trying to! C-Diddy just sounds so... not parrot-like. But, Dr Who references... gah. Fine. You win this round Waffles!

>Xavier: You and C-Diddy enter the dungeon. Flying through the hole, you can see passages built into the cloud around you, heading WEST, NORTH, and EAST.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Waffles: Victory dance!

You have bested a God and a Monster AT THE SAME TIME!
[hr]

>Xavier: Head north
You do so, north is always the most sensible direction.

 

[CJ1145]

>Dirk: Get creative.

FUCK NO. Creativity is not your thing.

>Get hot-blooded

You call SNAKE EYES, freshly armored, to your side, and tell him it's time for some SUPER CLIMBING ACTION.

Spoiler

You are DETERMINED to get your HARUHARA BLADE back. You just finished watching that ANIME the other day, and by God it TOUCHED YOU. It was seriously such a BRILLIANT TOUR DE FORCE underneath its WACKY EXTERIOR you only wish it could have lasted longer, or maybe gotten a SEQUEL or something.

You're not really sure if you're IN-CHARACTER ANYMORE. The point is, COMBO ATTACK.

 

[Pappytech]

>Xavier: Heading NORTH, you find yourself in a mostly empty room. There are a few IMPS hanging about, who charge at you as soon as you enter. C-Diddy flies about, squawking his head off.

You also spot a hole in the ceiling.

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>Dirk: Wow. You can draw stuff fast.

Anyway: As you and Snake-Eyes charge the GICLOPS, you suddenly jolt to a stop. Snake-Eyes' armor begins shifting twisting him into the shape of a large gun, with you stuck in the barrel. You notice a strange red glow gathering around you...

You are shot from the cannon (Which you now realize is an antitank gun) and slam directly into the GICLOPS, dealing massive damage. By some miracle, you're unharmed. The GICLOPS falls over, seriously wounded, but still alive. You land on his knee, near your sword. Snake-Eyes reverts back to his normal form, seemingly unscathed by his transformation.

 

[Pappytech]

Spoiler: Double post with comments on anime for no good reason.

And yes, FLCL is amazing. It's a shame the series was so short, but what it did have was something epic to behold. Completely silly and nonsensical, but absolutely amazing nonetheless.

 

[MetroidNut]

>Rich: Behold your new weapon.

Your uncle must have left it for you. You're honored! You also feel somewhat dirty. Considering it was your uncle's, you don't really want to know where that submachine gun has been.

>Rich: Equip UNCLE'S P90.

Armed with your UNCLE'S P90, you are one hard boiled lug. Nobody mess with this tough guy, see?

>Rich: Change your chumhandle for no discernible reason.

Instead, you change your chumhandle for a very discernible reason. For no discernible reason, you feel like this is a new beginning for you, and you want to symbolically represent that! You change your chumhandle to truculentConservationist.

>Rich: Inform glorious leader of your chumhandle change.

Spoiler: Show Pesterlog

-- truculentConservationist [TC] began pestering snickeringSurrogate [SS] at 21:51 --
SS: wow, what the fork is this.
TC: Hey, it's Rich.
SS: no.
SS: this will not do.
SS: look, when someone changes their chumhandle, they inform the leader in a very corporate and businesslike manner!
SS: i expected better from my subordinate-in-chief.
TC: I understand I may be proving that everything you thought you knew was wrong, but I changed it within the last ninety seconds.
SS: what if we needed you in the last ninety seconds!
TC: Your point has left me completely speechless!
TC: I simply have no response to your words of wisdom.
SS: there we go.
TC: In the future, I will attempt to bend the fabric of space and time in order to ensure you know about my actions before they occur.
SS: that's more like it!
SS: if only we all had your can-do attitude.
SS: or, rather, can-do-if-properly-ordered.
TC: That's why I'm the subordinate.
SS: yes, good.
SS: at least you're alive!
SS: i was beginning to doubt that.
TC: Why?
TC: I understand that an hour without my incredible followership is a close cousin to death, but I am constantly exposed to myself.
SS: well you sort of dropped out of contact.
TC: Did you try to contact me?
SS: no!
SS: but you were never online.
SS: that is a sign of deadness.
TC: I'll take your word for it.
TC: Well, I can't really lug this thing around everywhere.
TC: Okay, it's a laptop, so I guess I could.
TC: But that's not really the point.
SS: what about your sylladex, rich.
SS: you are a silly man.
TC: If I captchaloged it, I would have to make up a poem about it before I could use it.
TC: That's not overly practical.
SS: okay, fine, you have a point there.
SS: regardless!
SS: touch base with me, your glorious leader. what's going down.
TC: I found my uncle's submachine gun. I guess he left it for me.
SS: wow, how convenient!
TC: He left me the strife specibus, too. So it's actually usable.
SS: borderline deus ex machinatic!
TC: I don't think that's a word.
SS: i don't care!
TC: Alright then.
SS: so where were we last time i filled you in.
SS: i think i was making fun of blind people, according to my charts.
SS: that point still stands, by the way.
SS: everyone who is blind is such a total loser.
SS: especially if that's because i poked them right in the eye with a laser spork, hehehe.
TC: It's nice to see you're developing constructive hobbies.
SS: oh!
SS: my weaponry!
SS: you're great at listening so i'm just gonna let you know that i am a level 30 asskicker with a legendary weapon.
SS: it's pretty crazy.
SS: also, every else on my person shoots lasers.
TC: Define "weapon".
SS: my hat, my shoes, about 90% of my weaponry.
TC: Because knowing you it's probably a spork.
SS: it is a really shiny spork.
SS: made of pure painium.
TC: I'd like to pretend that was a really good guess, but what else would it be?
SS: nothing, because that is my new strife specibus!
SS: so what else happened.
SS: oh yeah, dirk and i killed a boss!
SS: and i'm also teamed up with dirk now.
SS: i know what you're thinking - 'but how can the world handle that much amazing in one place?'
SS: well the answer is it couldn't.
SS: so it threw a boss monster at us, and then we split up because dirk time travelled, and then future dirk swapped places with past dirk, but future dirk is going to die.
SS: and then i'm staying with future dirk at this castle until i am safe to return to my home, make a quick alchemization trip, and then begin intervening in the lives of absolutely all of our teammates because i have a jetpack!
SS: very simple.
TC: My first question is, "alchemization"?
SS: the thing you did when you entered the medium!
TC: Except with the question mark inside the quotation marks.
TC: You mean run on a treadmill?
TC: I'm suddenly much less interested.
SS: kind of!
SS: run on the treadmill of puzzle shit.
SS: and excercise the punched cards of creativity.
TC: I don't really have any idea what you're talking about.
SS: ok, that's fine, sure.
SS: take this.
-- snickeringSurrogate [SS] sent 23_PAGE_FUCKING_THESIS_ON_ALCHEMIZATION_FOR_MY_DUMBASS_TEAM.doc --
SS: don't pay any attention to the title.
TC: I'll try.
SS: really.
SS: in fact, i got that from illire!
TC: That was one of the trolls, right?
SS: yes, the angry red one.
TC: Ah, him.
TC: Alright, so.
TC: I'm about halfway through page one.
TC: As mind-bogglingly useful as this document is, maybe you could summarize?
SS: no.
SS: you will read it.
SS: and it will teach you.

You really don't have time to read it, and Chas steadfastly refuses to summarize it. What a predicament! Fortunately, you think you know exactly how to change your glorious leader's egotistical little mind.

Spoiler: Show Pesterlog

TC: Well, alright, I guess I understand.
SS: okay!
SS: so!
SS: you know the blue troll, yes?
TC: You're an incredible leader, but even you don't quite have the leadership ability to summarize alchemization.
TC: Perhaps no one does.
SS: ...oh.
SS: oh okay.
SS: well no.
SS: see.
SS: that's not.
TC: Imagine if, somewhere, there was a leader capable of doing so. He would, without a doubt, be the greatest leader.
SS: okay shut up for a second.
TC: Of all time.
SS: no.
SS: NO
SS: STOP
SS: STOP IT
SS: STOP THOSE WORDS
SS: I WILL SUMMARIZE
TC: Audible gasp!
SS: ok.
SS: so.
SS: first, get some totems.
SS: the cruxite stuff.
SS: that serves as the basis.
SS: next you need a punched card, which is basically as simple as captchaloguing anything, reading the back of the card, and then punching that into the designix.
SS: you don't even need the item in the card so long as you have the code.
SS: you take that to the...needle thingy, and it inscribes a cruxite totem with the design of the 8-digit punched card code.
SS: and then take that thing to the alchemiter and it makes a thing.
SS: then you can also combine up to three items like that!
SS: crazy stuff.
SS: how's that for fucking leadership.
TC: You are without a doubt the greatest leader humanity has to offer.
SS: god damn.
SS: i know.
TC: So, wait.
TC: If that's how all this works, I could make anything in your possession, so long as I have its code?
SS: welllll yes.
SS: in fact, i have a spork based on one of letage's ridiculous axes.
TC: Then my second question is what is the code for your jetpack.
SS: letage is the blue troll by the way.
TC: Okay.
TC: Please answer the second question now.
SS: S0RRYN0P3
TC: Why not.
SS: what do you mean?
TC: There is no way that is an actual code.
SS: that's what it says on the back.
TC: Please don't tell me that is an actual code.
SS: it seems pretty actual from my end!
TC: If that makes anything other than a jetpack I am going to be forced to question your leadership.
TC: You have been warned.
SS: as if you could ever bring yourself to, rich.
TC: Do not test me.
SS: do not test me, or i might demote you to mere subordinate!
SS: hypothetical insubordination is still insubordination.
SS: i assure you, i do not fuck around! ask greg.
SS: i think i might have blinded him when he tried to be insubordinate.
TC: That's a mind-boggling display of leadership.
SS: i know, right?
SS: but dirk was worried even though there's probably no long-term serious damage.
TC: I'm going to have to say that maybe you should listen to Dirk sometimes.
SS: i dunno, it's futuredirk.
TC: While he lacks your remarkable talent for leadership, he can no doubt provide you with helpful subordination.
TC: What.
SS: he said all of us died and he's gonna die soon too.
SS: so clearly he fucked up.
TC: Again.
TC: What.
SS: in his timeline, anyway!
SS: i think he might have interfered with my brilliant plans or something.
TC: Undoubtedly.
TC: So he's capable of time travel now?
SS: i mentioned this! he is the mentor of time.
TC: You'll have to excuse me if I was a bit skeptical then. And now.
SS: oh, come on, the entire earth is gone.
SS: blown up.
SS: and we're killing imps.
SS: seriously how can you even talk of being skeptical.
SS: except when it comes to dreams.
SS: that's all imaginary bullshit.
TC: But of course.
TC: Dreams are a government conspiracy, you see.
SS: naturally.
SS: anyway, i think futuredirk is landing soon!
TC: I'll take your word for it.
SS: so go have some big alchemization trip or something.
TC: I think I'll get right on that.
SS: ok, cool!
SS: don't die!
TC: I'll try.
TC: But no promises.
SS: haha, sure.
SS: bye!
TC: See ya.
-- truculentConservationist [TC] ceased pestering snickeringSurrogate [SS] at 22:54 --

>Rich: Get to work right the fuck now.

There is science to be done! You immediately put your new-found knowledge of alchemization to work. Between the first page of the thesis and Chas's explanation, you've got the gist of how to combine objects, and you've got a few ideas you can't wait to try out! For starters:

UNCLE'S P90 && HEADPHONES
RESULT && QUEEN'S GREATEST HITS

Before you forget, you go ahead and create an item with Chas's jetpack code, too. If it doesn't make a jetpack you will personally overthrow him as leader. And also maybe kill him a little bit.

 

[CJ1145]

>Future Dirk: Land already

If you insist.

Spoiler

Dirk: Get reference after a day of mulling it over

OHSHITTHATWASSOCOOL

You snatch at the HARUHARA BLADE and attempt to wrest it free.

 

[Pappytech]

>Rich: You create the SONIC BULLETBOOM! It's a gun! That shoots concentrated bursts of music! That hurt people! Yay!

You create the CHAMPION'S BULLETBOOM! Again, gun that shoots music. Now in Queen form.

You create the MIDNIGHT JETPACK! It's a black jetpack. Woo hoo.

You also note that you've pretty much depleted your Grist supplies. If only there was some kind of program that could let you torrent Grist from your co-players, who currently aren't doing anything with their Grist. If only. Sigh.

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>Dirk: You wrench your HARUHARA BLADE out of the GICLOP'S leg. The GICLOPS begins to struggle to his feet, almost knocking you off him again.

 

[MetroidNut]

>Past Rich: Have a conversation with Past(?) Letage a few minutes ago.

Considering the time shenanigans going on here, that could easily be Future Letage. More likely, such qualifiers are irrelevant because she exists in a universe in which the flow of time is completely independent of yours.

You think you will call her Past Letage.

Spoiler: Show Past Pesterlog

-- equilibricConcilate [EC] began pestering truculentConservationist [TC] at 16:38 --
EC: \/ why did you change your contact handle
TC: It felt like it was time for a new beginning, I guess.
TC: You know, it's kind of fun being vague and mysterious.
TC: I'm starting to understand why everybody's doing it.
EC: \/ i know
EC: \/ only the coolkids do it
TC: And I am the coolest of them all.
EC: \/ untruth machinations!
TC: Why, I think I've had enough of your snide insinuations!
EC: \/ unwarrented hogwash?
TC: Disingenuous assertions.
EC: \/ so
EC: \/ comment on my unfallable architecture please
TC: Your architecture is magnificent. A work of art unmatched in its poetic beauty.
TC: I haven't really looked at it yet.
EC: \/ you should
EC: \/ its a beauty of a building
TC: I will endeavor to do so as soon as I finish my alchemization binge.
EC: \/ oh i forgot
EC: \/ did your sprite tell you your title already
TC: Title?
EC: \/ yes
TC: I'm guessing not.
EC: \/ oh
EC: \/ you should ask it
TC: Hm.
TC: I guess I'll do that sometime, then.
TC: After checking your no-doubt mind-boggling architecture.
TC: After finishing my alchemization binge.
EC: \/ boy you are lagging behind
TC: Well, okay, that's true.
TC: But it wasn't my fault!
TC: I think!
TC: Maybe!
EC: \/ you spent most of your time lollygagging
EC: \/ oh wow that is a word
TC: It is.
TC: The English language has a veritable plethora of such delightful words.
EC: \/ it is a woefully barbaric language
TC: Well, honestly, it probably fits its creators' history pretty well.
TC: I mean, the continent it came from - it was called Europe?
TC: Its history could pretty much be summarized as "1,500 years of constant war".
EC: \/ sounds like a good time
TC: Not for the people in Europe.
TC: Or anything bordering Europe.
TC: Or anything found by Europe.
EC: \/ so what are you alchemising
TC: First off, I'm getting a jetpack.
TC: If Chas in any way deceived me about this being the code for a jetpack, I am going to make him pay.
EC: \/ oh
EC: \/ that
EC: \/ um okay
TC: I sort of really want a jetpack.
TC: You can probably tell.
EC: \/ little bit
TC: Anyway, after that I'm going to experiment with my weapons.
TC: I just found an SMG, so I'm going to see what happens if I combine it with my headphones.
EC: \/ you should combine it with this candy corn i got from chas
EC: \/ im sure it will create a potent weapon
TC: That's actually a very good idea.
TC: Would you mind sending me the code?
EC: \/ sure
EC: \/ dk5l6yor
TC: Alright, thanks.
EC: \/ things're expensive as heck though
TC: I'm not really sure what that's going to make, but for some completely inexplicable reason I feel like combining candy with guns is a good idea.
TC: They are?
EC: \/ im not sure why
EC: \/ perhaps their deliciousness is what does it for them
TC: Or they're very small experimental superweapons, and everything we thought we knew about them was a lie.
EC: \/ in that case
EC: \/ eating them might have been a mistake
TC: Let me know how it works out for you.
EC: \/ okay im really curious now
EC: \/ could you ask your sprite what your title is
TC: Well, I guess if you're this curious, it must be important.
TC: Hold on.
TC: Right, well that's always a little unpleasant.
TC: But apparently I'm the "Seer of Hope".
EC: \/ i am sorry to have put you through that
TC: It's alright.
TC: I treasure your friendship.
EC: \/ im 0k with that
TC: The friendship thing, or the title?
EC: \/ the friendship thing
TC: Well it's nice to know you're okay with my friendship.
EC: \/ the title is ironically a bit against what i had hoped
TC: I strive for acceptability.
TC: Wait, it is?
EC: \/ i had hoped you would be the hero of might
EC: \/ but apparently that is an optional title
TC: Huh.
TC: I don't think I would be particularly mighty.
TC: Hope, I guess I can manage.
EC: \/ dont lose hope young one
EC: \/ that was me attempting humor
TC: It was pretty good.
TC: Keep trying and you'll get the hang of it.
EC: \/ bluh
TC: Don't lose hope.
TC: That was me attempting humor.
EC: \/ i admit
EC: \/ i laughed
TC: Then congratulations!
TC: When it comes to humor, I am simply the best there is, and I can certainly mentor you in that field!
EC: \/ you shall be the prince of laughs
TC: I will be the Mentor of Hilarity.
EC: \/ your humorifics will sent the vast laugh across space and time
TC: I will create an entire universe made of nothing but humor.
TC: If anything not amusing enters that universe, it will be instantly obliterated.
EC: \/ ruling with an iron smile
TC: There will be bread and comedy for all.
EC: \/ ok what are we doing
TC: Science.
EC: \/ i prefer magic
TC: Magic is not even a thing that exists.
EC: \/ look at what you are doing right now
TC: Science.
EC: \/ magic
EC: \/ its even called alchemy
TC: It's just science too advanced for us to understand!
EC: \/ then science is dumb and should make place for magic
TC: What no.
TC: I can't believe you would even say that.
EC: \/ you have talked to me before right
TC: I'm pretty sure I have.
EC: \/ why wouldnt you believe that i could say that
TC: I can't believe ANYONE would even say that!
EC: \/ i think we are wasting too much time on shennanigans
TC: Time doesn't really seem to be an issue.
EC: \/ um
EC: \/ have you been told about the reckoning
TC: Besides, off-topic conversations like this sort of help me come to terms with the fact that Earth was just destroyed, and we're probably the only survivors.
TC: The Reckoning? Chas must have left that out of his leadershipping.
EC: \/ something horrible
EC: \/ that has a timer
TC: So the entire game is timed?
TC: And we have to beat it before the Reckoning starts?
EC: \/ pretty much
TC: Well. You'd think Chas would've thought that important enough to pass along.
EC: \/ the timer starts after everyone entered the game
EC: \/ i think
TC: I guess that makes sense.
TC: Do you know how long we have?
EC: \/ quite some time
TC: Oh.
TC: Well, that's good, at least.
TC: So can you tell me anything more about the Reckoning?
EC: \/ giant rocks hit the battlefield
TC: Oh.
TC: Just that?
EC: \/ just
EC: \/ just that
EC: \/ yeah astroids hit the place you have to be to win the game
EC: \/ just that
TC: Well, I didn't know the Battlefield was that important.
TC: I sort of assumed it was some kind of useless no-man's land.
EC: \/ it pretty much is skaia
TC: Huh.
TC: I'm still a little fuzzy on all this, but I guess I'll start to understand it a little better as the game goes on.
EC: \/ yeah
EC: \/ you will
TC: Alright, good to hear.
TC: In the meantime, how are things in Trolland?
EC: \/ not bad
EC: \/ having a moirail is certainly a perk i like at the moment
TC: I would ask what that is, but I think I've forced enough exposition out of you for the moment.
EC: \/ oh god
EC: \/ just ask greg
EC: \/ he knows
TC: I see.
TC: I guess you've probably exposited moirails quite a few times.
EC: \/ illire has many times
EC: \/ i dont really like talking about this
EC: \/ last time didnt work out
TC: How's that?
EC: \/ well last time i tried to explain proper romance etiquette
EC: \/ i caused a drama
TC: I see.
EC: \/ and ill leave it to chas to explain some more
TC: Talking to him is always such a pleasure.
EC: \/ yyyyyyes
TC: I'm glad we're in agreement.
TC: Anyway, I should probably let you get back to whatever you were doing.
TC: And I need to get back to stopping the Reckoning.
TC: And of course, I cannot do it without a jetpack and a submachine gun that fires Queen.
EC: \/ or a headphone that puts out bullets instead of music
TC: I would actually be pretty okay with that, too.
TC: Well, talk to you later, Letage.
EC: \/ good bye rich
-- equilibricConcilate [EC] ceased pestering truculentConservationist [TC] at 18:52 --

"Trolland". You're quite proud of that one.

>Be Present Rich.

You are now Present Rich. In front of you are a MIDNIGHT JETPACK, SONIC BULLETBOOM and CHAMPION'S BULLETBOOM.

>Rich: Take all of them, equip the first and last. Try not to weep.

You fail.

You're indescribably pleased with yourself, and you absolutely cannot wait to test them out! Still, you feel like your grist problem should be solved first.

>Rich: Get the attention of one of your server trolls.

You turn to nothing in particular and wave with gusto.

 

[CJ1145]

>Dirk: END THIS

Spoiler

You grip the HARUHARA blade tightly in your hands. Maybe it's BLASPHEMY, but thinking about that show pumps you up as much as GURREN LAGANN. You finished off the last BOSS with a DRILL; maybe this time you'll kick it OLD SCHOOL.

Spoiler: However, lacking a giant phoenix pirate king to leech power off of, this is good too

And THAT is why you never mess with pink-haired chicks from outer space! Or something. You're too busy LISTENING TO THE MUSIC to really think of a witty one-liner.

 

[Connor Lonske]

>Connor: Enter the story again.

So, after waking up from your shitty dream, you whent on your computer and browsed the internet, or what remains of the internet. Most websites are unresponsive. You can't help but shake the feeling that your dream has some kind of importance.

>Connor: Do something productive.

You head out of your room, and up to the roof and check your Omni Tool for the time.

 

[Pappytech]

>Rich: You manage to make a fool of yourself, waving at beings in another universe. You are so distracted by your waving, that you fail to notice the IMPS sneaking up behind you.

You're ambushed by a group of 5 IMPS. They catch you off guard, and manage to deal a small amount of damage. HEALTH VIAL: 92%

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>Dirk: Jumping 30 feet into the air, lighting a sword on fire, and throwing it into a GICLOPS' eye. That's pretty OLD-SCHOOL alright.

The GICLOPS is finished off by your last attack. He explodes into a small Grist windfall, crushing several IMPS and an OGRE with his spoils. The remaining enemies attempt to rush you; you and Snake-Eyes are surrounded by a pair of BASILISKS, four OGRES, and a smattering of IMPS.

Spoiler: OOC

Yeah, your COMBO-ATTACK was supposed to be a reference to Canti's using Naota as a bullet for his antitank mode. Sadly, I have no idea what that attack is called, so I just kind of had to describe it. Sorry about that.

On a not anime-related note, I'm just waiting for you guys in the Castle to do something. I'm not going to send in any enemies or anything until you at least change rooms.

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>Connor: Checking your OMNI-TOOL, you see that it's about noon. If the Medium really has a noon. How does time work there anyway?

Anyway, it's been about 36 hours since you guys started playing Sburb.

Your house is again full of rather bouncy music; you think you can hear SHEPARDPIESPRITE messing around in the kitchen again. You also feel quite refreshed after your nap; your HIT POINTS are back at 100.

 

[ArcNitemare]

>Grego something useful

Well,you have think that is enough practice for now,considering it feels like you have been practicing for a week straight or something..You stow your KUNAI and STEEL KATANA away and contemplate what to do next.Likely Chas and FutureDirk haven't left yet and CurrentDirk isn't on right now so you can' contact him.And you still need to get in touch with the Trolls,Rich,Connor,and Xavier and tell them all what is going on and,if possible,see what they may or may not know about this whole Prospit/Derse situation.You have alot to do and not a lot of time it seems.And you shouldn't be wasting it just waiting.But what to do...

You look down the STAIRWELL REMAINS and see FutureDirk just floating there and Chas...seems to be contorting his body into an I shape...You probably don't want to know...

You think its time to put some more of the things your MOTHER taught you into effect.You carefully and silently sneak down the ROPE LADDER that is now where the STAIRWELL used to be and make your way,silently and carefully,to the STAIRWELL leading down.You probably would have found it odd at one point that everything your MOTHER has taught has turned out to be useful...But considering how useful the stuff has turned out...you'll stick to just being grateful.

 

[MetroidNut]

>Rich: Cease interdimensional diplomacy efforts.

With gusto.

>Rich: AGGRIEVE

You fire your equipped CHAMPION'S BULLETBOOM at the IMPS!


>Rich: STRIFE TECHNIQUE: SINGLE MANLY TEAR