-- insuppresibleFrost [IF] opened memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
IF : yo ya'll get on here
IF : ah know ya'll are probably attendin' to some personal convos and all that fun stuff
IF : bet the romancin' already started
IF : that's totes cool and all but uh
IF : stop flirtin' with one another and get on this here memo this instant
IF : we gotta lot of plannin' and introductions and stuff to get down to
IF : ah know none of ya'll are from my last session
IF : cause they kinda all died
IF : so lets get to the introducin'
--unaffiliatedMerc responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
UM : Uh, intros, um...I'm Miles Jackson and I'm a alcoholic.
UM : It's been a hour since my last drink...
UM : I think I'm doing pretty well.
UM : Who are you?
IF : quite the baggage you got there with ya
IF : don't worry about it i've seen much worse
IF : just don't let all that drinkin' hurt us in this here session
IF : anyways ya'll can call me jana
IF : just your ordinary girl who got pulled into a neverendin' game of life and death and all that fancy stuff
IF : if any of ya'll need a helpin' hand just shoot me a message
IF : i pride myself on bein' a handy girl
--unaffiliatedMerc responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
UM: Uh, question.
UM: Where the hell is all my cool stuff?
UM: All I have is my pipe, my gun, and my clothes.
UM: And you would drink too when your best friend dies in front of you.
UM: Although, I did kick the Black King's ass completely smashed.
UM: So there's that.
--tradingcardGamer [TG] responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
TG: Nice, someone had the foresight to open a memo.
TG: To everyone who I haven't introduced myself to, being IF, DD, and CT, my name is Ness Gardna, formerly of New Turtle City in the Land of Security and Metropolis, ever more formerly of Domino City of Earth, now of unknown abode, male, 14, professional Duelist and hobbyist video gamer, former Page of Mind, now of unknown title. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
TG: Now, SF- in response to your question of why I'm not panicking- I only do that if something happens that I don't expect.
TG: Which is most of the time in SBURB, to be honest.
TG: UM- your alchemized equipment is gone, sadly. I'm still mourning the loss of my treasured Duel Disk, Dragonforcer. And quite right, permadeath is never a thing that comes lightly. Do try to stay on the wagon for the session though, please.
TG: So, looking at the player list, we have an odd number, which points to a glitch. Odd.
TG: And another one seems to be that at the very least me and SF are on our planets, rather than Earth. Mine seems to be water-based, given that my Dwelling Spire extends about 20 feet out of an ocean stretching to the horizon. SF's description of his is "There's a bunch of hills everywhere." Hopefully when he gets on here he'll be able to elaborate.
TG: Also about prototypings.
TG: To my knowledge, they are a Mefist the Infernal General duel monsters card, an original iPod, and I don't know about the other five.
TG: Watch out with the first one.
TG: The underlings will be equipped with very heavy armor and oversized weapons which damage your soul and/or mind. I have no idea what Jeremy was thinking.
TG: We should get a list going here.
--CURRENT cursedTinker [CCT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo--
CCT: Well, shit. From what little I remember of that stuff, Yu-Gi-Oh monsters are OP as fuck. Then again, being a Magic player myself, I have no room to complain (hello there, Phyrexian Rebirth).
CCT: Wait. Why does it say "Current" cursedTinker? Where else would I be?
CCT: Eh, whatever. Whoever's computer this is probably has some bootleg copy of Pesterchum or something.
CCT: Uh, right. Introduction. My name's Don Silas, and I enjoy coding, video games, long walks on the beach, not being dead. As for prototypes, I prototyped a floppy disk and my dead sister.
CCT: You know, fun times.
CCT: To clarify, that was sarcasm. In no way did I enjoy seeing my family die in front of me.
CCT: But yeah, I don't really see how that's relevant to the current situation.
TG: No, not what you prototyped last session, what the guy you're replacing prototyped this session. Wait, you're a newbie, aren't you.
TG: How can I explain this... The Ultimate Reward is glitched. You can't receive the Reward at all. Instead, you end up in a failed session, replacing the dead player, rewound to a while before entering the Medium.
TG: Or, in our case, to just after.
TG: You'll need to meet your sprite and find out what they were prototyped with. Forewarning- the necroprototype was replaced by the dead player. You can try to find out what happened to their session, but if they're of similar disposition to Jeremefistsprite, you won't get much out of them.
TG: On an aside, I did previously collect MtG cards as well. That prototyping sounds horrific.
TG: Now, DD, I understand that you're a veteran?
TG: Do the Atomyk Ebonpyres start on their own, or do they wait for a server connection to be created? I... don't seem to remember. I hate not being Mind.
TG: Jeremy says there's something really important I should see. I'll be back...
TG: He says he doesn't know how long it'll take. This computer is decidedly not portable, so I'll get back on at some point.
TG: I will speak with you all later.
--tradingcardGamer [TG] ceased responding to the memo--
UM: Watch out for the iPod one.
UM: It gives the underlings their own soundtrack.
UM: And sound attacks every so often.
UM: Also, I'm still Knight of Rain.
UM: So yeah.
--schadenFreudian [SF] responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now--
SF: Hello.
SF: Sorry I'm late.
SF: Had a run-in with a flying emo horse.
SF: So if imps start neighing and flying around, now you know why.
SF: Anyway, I panicked a bit there about SBURB restarting.
SF: I think I'm okay now.
SF: My name is Chase Bishop. Seer of Void in my...previous...session.
SF: My land is just filled with hills. A lot of them are red, but I don't know if it's all of them.
SF: That's about all I can tell.
SF: So what are we supposed to do now?
SF: I mean, of course there's the server/client thing.
SF: Should we start on that quickly, before all of the imps start spawning?
SF: I thought I was an expert on SBURB, but apparently not.
--galvinStarlight [GS] responed to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now –
GS: Well it seems that I’m the last one to the party.
GS: Sorry for taking so long.
GS: Who knows though
GS: maybe I’m a time player this time.
GS: Heh heh
GS: Anyways I’d have to agree with schadenFreudian
GS: The best thing to do now is find out who each other’s server/client players are
GS: Once that’s established we can start trying to figure out just what we’re dealing with this session:
GS: Titles aspects, lands, prototyping,
GS: All that good stuff
GS: Oh and for some clarification cursedTinker
GS: This being a different session that your first, you’ll find your sprite to bit different.
GS: If you can try and find him/her/it and see exactly what exactly the prototype is.
UM: Anybody speak spanish?
UM: My Spritepersonthingy speaks Spanish.
UM: I need help.
TG: UM- Spanish. It speaks Spanish.
TG: I thought all game constructs spoke English, even a protyped thing incapable of doing so previously?
TG: Argh, more glitches.
TG: Anyways, the thing that Jeremy was showing me was the fact that evidently my Consort Villages aren't static.
TG: Or villages.
TG: A city full of panada people, a literal Domino-sized city, just floated past my house on a massive island-platform-thing.
TG: I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS.
TG: Also, how did you find out you were Knight of Rain if your Sprite can't communicate with you?
TG: One more thing, Jeremy tells me that my title is the Waste of Dreams.
TG: That sounds like a really weak and silly title.
CCT: Wait, what? So we have to worry about flying horse Duel Monster imps with iPods? Well that's just fucking great. At least my specibus is ranged.
CCT: As for my former player's prototypings, I haven't seen him/her yet, but based on the fact that a BOTTLE OF DORITOS (yes, a bottle. Who even thinks of shit like this? Is it for while you're too busy GRINDING MAD STUNTS YO to be able to use your hands or something?) just decided to clobber me in the face, I think I can safely assume that it's going to be something sports-related.
CCT: My money is on a skateboard.
CCT: I'm going to go look around, see if I can't get my bearings a bit.
CCT: burb.
--CURRENT cursedTinker [CCT] ceased responding to memo--
IF : lookin' like my sprite's two parts ancient and annoying
IF : like this whole house looks like something out of one of those stupid novels they force you to study in english classes
IF : with the garden chairs and the tea and all
IF : anyways i'm hopin' we got ourselves time and space players or this session's already off to a bad start
IF : my sprite was impossible to hold a normal convo with so i have no idea what i am
IF : and tg i had myself a pretty awesome dream player in my first ever session
IF : page if the old brain's rememberin' right
IF : boy kept coming up with crazy stuff for his attacks
IF : like i never saw the same thing twice out of that dude
IF : that might be part of the job description for you
IF : hope you're the artsy fartsy type
IF : lemmie just check who i'm the server for real quick
IF : she's loadin' up right now
IF : if any of ya'll load up your screens and see a girl in a ten gallon and boots with spurs ya'll are lookin' at yours truly
--CURRENT cursedTinker [CCT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo--
CCT: Welp, looks like I was right, unfortunately.
CCT: I have some sort of skater douchebag who looks like he jumped right out of Game Bro as my sprite.
CCT: Also he has a helmet on. I guess that was his prototype, so be on the lookout for flying horse Duel Monster imps with iPods AND HELMETS.
CCT: Holy shit, really racking up the challenge here.
CCT: Not that you can really top bullshit Yu-Gi-Oh creatures. I mean, seriously, what dumbass puts god monsteras into kernels?
In any case, it looks like my Land might have something to do with math, according to Helmsonsprite (Helmet+Jason; I refuse to call him "Jason X").
CCT: Maybe geometry? The ground looks all grid-like, and what little "plant life" I can see looks like some art designer's abortion character.
CCT: I'll probably find out more about the weird lights (oh yeah, there are these weird lights floating around. Forgot to mention that. The sky's pretty dark, but the lights make it not so much. One flew by me and I guess "saw" me, because it turned red, squeaked, and vanished) when I go exploring.
IF : lookin' like my sprite's two parts ancient and annoying
IF : like this whole house looks like something out of one of those stupid novels they force you to study in english classes
IF : with the garden chairs and the tea and all
IF : anyways i'm hopin' we got ourselves time and space players or this session's already off to a bad start
IF : my sprite was impossible to hold a normal convo with so i have no idea what i am
IF : and tg i had myself a pretty awesome dream player in my first ever session
IF : page if the old brain's rememberin' right
IF : boy kept coming up with crazy stuff for his attacks
IF : like i never saw the same thing twice out of that dude
IF : that might be part of the job description for you
IF : hope you're the artsy fartsy type
IF : lemmie just check who i'm the server for real quick
IF : she's loadin' up right now
IF : if any of ya'll load up your screens and see a girl in a ten gallon and boots with spurs ya'll are lookin' at yours truly
SF: Yeah okay. I'll boot up the server disk and take a look-see.
SF: Alright, I am currently ogling a room plastered with swim-suit model posters and miscellaneous sports equipment on my screen.
SF: There's also a boy wearing a chestnut sweatshirt at a computer.
SF: I'm moderately sure that's not you, IF. Though I applaud your declared sense of style.
SF: Ah, and to whomever happens to be my server player, I'm currently situated in a black room, wearing blue jeans, white shirt, and a striped black-and-white jacket.
SF: The overwhelming negrocity factor of the room and overwhelming confusion factor of my face should be the dead giveaways.
UM: It's good at miming.
UM: Also you can just tell when you're a [Blank] of Rain.
GS: All right guys, just found some stuff out.
GS: One, you’re reading the text of your space player
GS: Yay me
GS: Two, my sprite apparently only prototyped a mustache
GS: Not exactly sure how he did that but there you have it.
GS: Three, I’m the guy sitting in a silver painted room with an ungodly amount of light coming through the window with a frog on his desk.
--dementedDamsel responded to memo AND IT NEVER ENDS right now --
DD: First I wish to apology for being late to respond to this memo, which by the way I commend, insuppresibleFrost, for starting in the first place.
DD: Scrolling through it a little bit, it looks like everyone is sharing whatever information they have managed to acquire as of yet.
DD: This is wonderful, usually it takes much longer to get anywhere near as organized as we are now.
DD: Especially when we have so many sboobs around. (I hope the use of term sboob does not offend anyone's sensibilities.)
DD: Anyhow, to my own little discoveries. My Sprite has told the title of my Land.
DD: It's called, The Land of Gore and Bears. Please don't be to alarmed by this Title, Skaia tends to make all it's Lands sound strange and ominous.
DD: Also, my current Title is Sylph of Blood. It's the Champion Class, for those who don't know, and the Aspect represents the idea of friendship, blood ties and social cohesion.
DD: The Sprite also informed me of it being prototyped by some kind of romance-fantasy novel.
DD: So I would suggest you watch out for IMPS in obsidian armor.
DD: Speaking of IMPS, she also mentioned something about there being a crisis on Derse. This may or may not explain why the Atomyk Ebonpyres are not functioning properly, TG.
DD: Oh, how rude of me, I almost forget to mention my name. It's Elsa Graves, and this will be my ninth session. I started as a Grace of Breath if that is of any consequence to any of you.
DD: If you have any questions or need any kind of emotional supportive, please, don't be to shy to ask for it.
DD: Better yet, defer to this FAQ. http://archiveofourown.org/works/340777/chapters/551606
DD: It's writer has very typical, Might Player brofist personality, but the information is quite credible and extensive.
DD: Lastly, UM, if you have any desire to have a private discussion about your drinking habits then feel free to talk to me about it.
UM: So, I now know what the hell my sprite is saying.
UM: Turns out she was fucking with me.
UM: No, I'm not gonna type what she's saying.
UM: Fuck her.
UM: Anyways, I'm in the Land of Ice and Rock.
UM: FML.
CCT: Okay, after another brain-draining talk with Helmsonsprite, I have found out that I am supposed to be the Sage of Time.
CCT: Woo hoo. All aboard the weird time shit train.
CCT: I guess that explains the "Current" prefix on my Pesterchum client.
CCT: In any case, I appear to be on the Land of Tangents and Paranoia. To whomever is my server player, I am in a room that... well, just imagine all the connotations associated with the word "bro," and you've got it. I'm the one wearing cargo pants and a T-shirt, both tan.
CCT: I guess all that remains is to see who my client player is.
CCT: Please hold. Your call is very important to us.
TG: First up, seems I'm in the Land of Liquid and Structure- the first word explains the ocean, and I guess the second explains the floating cities.
TG: CT- well, not "god" monster as such- it's only a level 5, and a weak one at that, but still not fun.
TG: DD- I'll get the server disk up presently. Also, why is it that nobody ever reads that guide until at least their second session? Also, seriously, so much armor. Is it too much to hope for that they'll be so slow from all of it that they'll be unable to move at any speed or be a threat? *sigh* It probably is.
TG: For whoever ends up my Server player, I'm the one with the cool green hat and red shirt with white sleeves, in a plain-looking, although neon-green (my eyes are starting to hurt, I think it's that way because Jeremy plays a Naturia deck [god I hate Naturias]), room.
TG: Right, getting the server program running...
TG: Where is it.
TG: It's not here.
TG: Bad news, it seems that Jeremy managed to die before he even hit his first gate and never even got the server disk into his computer.
TG: So it's in his mailbox, probably.
TG: On the plus side, as I seem to be the only one with a sprite who can be intelligibly conversed with, I'm told that Don, aka cursedTinker, is my server player, and Jana, aka insupressableFrost, is my client player. Sorry Jana, it may be a bit before I can get you some alchemy equipment and such.
TG: I'll get back to you guys soon.
--tradingcardGamer [TG] ceased responding to the memo--
CCT: Seriously? You have themed rooms based on what type of decks you use? That's just sad, man. I was initially thinking that no once could be more obsessed than you seem to be, but it looks like I was wrong.
CCT: Also, Saying that the monsters are "Level 5" doesn't mean anything. They're still fucking huge abominations with shitty oversized anime swords, and now obsidian armor, apparently.
CCT: How does that even work? Wouldn't stone armor be ridiculously hard to move in?
CCT: Then again, the stuff apparently comes from a fantasy book, so anything goes in that regard, I guess.
CCT: Sigh.
CCT: This is not looking good at all.
TG: First things first, I've got my server disk and it's loading as we speak.
TG: Second- CT. One of the only rules I have is this- you do NOT. Bash. Duel Monsters.
1) I don't think it's an obsession when it's also a profession. My awesome skills are what made my family a large chunk of the income. Also shut up, the Temple of the Raging Flame was an awesome place to sleep.
2) It means that it's not one of those "god monsteras" as you so eloquently put it. It's this (http://tinyurl.com/c5ob4my), which is highly preferable to, say, this (http://tinyurl.com/3p5tlbs).
2B) Battleaxe. Not a sword. Although I must concede on the "oversized" point.
TG: Now, back to buisness; Jana, I can see your room and, of course, you. I think it's probably a good plan to get your alchemy equipment set up. I'll just move some of these bookcases...
TG: Um, sorry.
TG: Sorry again.
TG: Stupid sticky ball-based mouse.
SF: Alright.
SF: So GS has Space as an aspect, and CT has Time as an aspect.
SF: That makes enough sense.
SF: But where's Mist and Void?
SF: Before waking up here, I was thoroughly convinced that those four were the ONLY aspects.
SF: You know, like the four things that make up the universe.
SF: The laws of physics, the passage of time, substantiation, and nullification.
SF: But apparently not? I think I'm one of those 'sboobs' you're speaking of, DD.
SF: And I might have to take you up on that offer. Pertaining to the feelings and such.
SF: And I think I have to read that guide.
SF: But not yet, since there are more important matters at hand.
SF: Also, I'm moderately confident that I am UM's server player, judging by the floating iPod lady and frustrated expression on my screen.
SF: I'll begin laying down alchemical equipment immediately.
SF: Okay, UM. I've placed the Totem Lathe, but there's not enough room for either the Cruxtruder or the Alchemiter.
SF: Wait, wait. There's some room for the Punch Designix.
SF: Give me a moment.
SF: I apologize for damaging your wall. Or the last player's wall, in this case.
SF: If I am going to place any further equipment, I'm afraid you will have to explore a more spacious area of the house you preside in.
UM: Thing is up!
UM: The server, I mean.
UM: I think.
UM: Maybe it's the clinet?
UM: I can't really remember much.
UM: Booze does that.
UM: And by booze, I mean the booze I drank before.
TG: Jana, I'm going to drop a chair on your Cruxtruder.
TG: Splendid, your alchemy equipment is up and running.
TG: Have fun... alchemizing while I attempt to build up to your first Gate, which should take you to somewhere in your Land if I'm not terribly mistaken. Well, I suppose don't, because with the current lack of imps your grist totals about 90 Build.
IF : ah good so we got ourselves some space and time players
IF : can't begin to tell ya'll how messed up my last session was without them
IF : i'm thinkin' i'm sf's server judgin' by the looks of things
IF : no problem tg, ya'll ain't hurtin' me with weak mode stuff like that
IF : ya'll don't need to read no guides sf, just listen to what we say and ya'll are goin' to be fine
IF : i've never actually seen void or mist before
IF : reckon we might not have either in this session, unless i happen to be one of them
IF : stupid sprite left me in the lurch though
IF : if ya'll have anything in the house ya'll wanna keep around i recommend ya'll capchalogue it now
IF : i'll be back in a sec
IF : thinkin' that's all i'll need for now
IF : you ready now sf?
TG: Yes, it seems- albeit the expense of creating that admittedly quite cool hat sacrificed some grist I was planning on using for stabilizing purposes- I've got a reasonably secure extension upwards from your house to the first Gate that'll bring you to your Land, near a Consort village if I'm not very much mistaken.
TG: I've a bad feeling, though, about what's going to happen when you do, though I'm not sure it's not still the general feeling of unsureness given by suddenly not being a God Tier Mind player.
TG: Either way, the stairwell I made is structured around an extension of the chimney, with a bit of stabilization. From what I've observed, you're quite the nimble lass, so any instability shouldn't be terribly much of an issue.
IF : sincerest apologies about that tg
IF : but i need myself a computer that i don't have to lug around like a cow milker everywhere
IF : i'm thinkin' ya'll don't want to lose contact with me just yet
IF : anyways it's usually the case that bad feelins' are to be trusted if you're the right role for that sort of thing
IF : my dream player was never really good for accurate prophecy
IF : but i'm also gettin' some weird vibes from what i'm about to do
IF : course we have no idea what the heck my title is
IF : but i guess we have no choice but for me to get my nimble butt up that there stairwell
IF : can't just sit around doin' nothing
IF : were our feelins' on the money
IF : has anything bad happened yet
UM: Has anybody seen any imps?
UM: Or am I just impless?
UM: Also to whomever my client is, I deployed the things.
UM: And now I'm getting aspirin.
UM: And shades.
SF: I guess I'll just listen to you guys, then.
SF: You obviously know much more about what's going on than I do, so I might as well follow some orders if we're going to make it out alive.
SF: Excuse me for a moment. I believe if our seasoned cyan SBURB-savvy specialist is going to have any luck deploying alchemical equipment, I should explore my confines.
SF: I'll be back in a bit. Good luck outside your dwelling spire, IF.