Rich: Start SBURBin'!
Oh man you can't wait to BEGIN! You've read a couple REVIEWS, but nothing really told you all that much about the game itself. It appears to give you a complete view of your friend's HEAVILY MODIFIED HOUSE. Dude live next to a volcano, apparently. Pretty BA, if you say so yourself.
>Find Greg.
Done. He seems to be in his LIVING ROOM, STRIFING IT UP with his MOTHER. Oh, it appears as though you've JUST MISSED IT. This upsets your latent PEEPING TOM URGES. OH WELL.
You decide the best course of action would be to PESTER the MAN who was just attacked by a MOM/NINJA.
<spoiler=show pesterlog>-- tenaciousConifer [TC] began pestering ghostKnight [GK] at 22:43 --
TC: So.
TC: Just connected.
TC: Mind telling me what that whole thing just was?
TC: No?
GK: Hmm?
GK: Sorry when I meditate I tend to be a little out of it
TC: It appears as though your house is rumbling.
TC: Also your mom is a ninja
GK: Yes and Yes
TC: Alrighty.
GK: I think the cat is as well but I have no proof of that...none I could show anyway
GK: Anyway you can change anything down here to your hearts content...but do becareful please
TC: Okay.
TC: There is... quite a bit of stuff here.
GK: Yes we tend to use this as a training room of sorts
TC: At least it's used.
GK: But before I forget..While you are doing what you are doing I feel i should let you know of something that may be important
TC: Shoot.
GK: There semms to be a group of individuals that we are calling...trolls...
TC: Do they happen to type all weird and make no sense?
GK: As it stands I know that both Chas and I have been into contact with a troll each
GK: YEs
GK: Yes to the typing weird...can't say for the making no sense
TC: I, uh, had an encounter with one, myself.
GK: What did this person want?
TC: It was tough to make out.
TC: Keep speaking gibberish
TC: and then blamed the conversation on me?
TC: In the future?
TC: I'm pretty sure somebody ruined something.
GK: Strange...was his text color red by any chance?
TC: Yeah...
GK: Was his handle initials UA?
TC: That was him.
GK: Then we have talked to the same troll
GK: He seemed quite pleasent to me
TC: He kind of came off as... agitated?
TC: I guess?
TC: to me
GK: I see
GK: He did think of me as a"bro"...called me a rustblood
TC: That seems like a health hazard.
TC: Lockjaw, yaknow.
GK: Probably something to do with the fact I type in orange...apparently red blood is low blood or something of the sort
GK: Did he ask you for help?
TC: Well that's just silly.
TC: Er, not that.
TC: He seemed a bit put off by my fear of spandex.
GK: Hmm I see
TC: Oh, he also claimed the right to be angry.
TC: It was not my most beneficial conversation.
GK: He asked me for help and he also mentioned a "she" who as it stands I believe is the one who talked with Chas
TC: So I guess they're working together then.
TC: I guess it couldn't hurt to help them.
GK: I believe that as well
GK: We could use the allies once we get into the game
TC: What's up with this game, anyway?
GK: And speaking of that have you deployed the Cruxtruder yet?
TC: The freakiest thing I've seen was your house.
GK: It is not a normal game it would seem
GK: I managed to delete Dirk's bed out of existance and it turned into something called build grist
TC: Okay, let's get some of this stuff out of the way, and you can tell me all about it.
GK: Ok
>Do be careful.
Well of course you're going to be CAREFUL. You mean, come on! What does he think you arOh sweet dinosaur jegus that PRACTICE DUMMY got some distance. It goes sailing to the wall, where it breaks apart, utterly USELESS. Those are some tough walls. Not a big deal, though. He has like, 20. Seriously, who needs this many PRACTICE DUMMIES?. You decide to ask.
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GK: First you may wish to..err delete some of these training dummies
TC: Why do have so many of them, anyway?
TC: I could understand, like, two.
TC: max.
GK: My mother buys in bulk
GK: And goes though them just as fast
TC: Fair enough. Let's just move this one and...
TC: Oh my.
GK: Yes quite
TC: WELL it's a good thing you have sturdy walls.
GK: Yes I believe my mother had them special reinforced
GK: Which seems to be coming in handy right about now
GK: Of course I doubt they would stop a meteor
TC: That is an oddly specific metaphor.
GK: But I'd rather not find that out from first hand experiance
GK: You will find out soon enough
TC: Right.
GK: First hand I might add
TC: Well, I'll just set down this cruxtruder where the dummy was, I guess?
GK: Ok..and you will need something heavy to pop open the lid once you do
TC: I suppose that dummy's dead weight, now...
GK: Quite
You toss the mangled corpse of the DUMMY at the top of the CRUXTRUDER. If nothing else, this GAME certainly makes you good at THROWING THINGS.