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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 5:54 pm
CT: you'remost welcome.
CT: now then, itlooks like that thingfits in the first machinei deployed.
CT: i'mnot really surehow it works though.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:05 pm
SA: she keeps the mail in her room
SA: even when she ******** KNOWS that the mail is mine
SA: and unless i ******** do something about it
SA: shell keep it forever
SA: well NO MORE!
SA: TODAY, I CONFRONT HER, AND TODAY, I WIN!
SA: as soon as i need to do that
SA: which really isn't too soon
SA: i can just wait i guess
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:20 pm
TC: must be rough...
TC: my dad leaves my mail on the coffee table...
TC: so there's at least a small chance that i can get it without having to see him...
TC: usually do though...
TC: not sure if my timing is just bad, or his is just good...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 7:23 pm
PP: Seems simple enough.
PP: But what's this Orb Thing?
You place the cylinder into the TOTEM LATHE.
PP: Sweet ******** Christ what is this Nonsense.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:16 pm
CT: hangon
CT: maybe there's somethingonline about it.
Brie opened up her web browser and ran a quick search for the game. She found little to no information about it, but did find a guide on gamefaqs.
Unfortunatly it was much too long winded for her short attention span and so ignored it entirely.
CT: maybe justthrow something atit.
CT: see whathappens.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:15 pm
((Having trouble deciding what to prototype.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 5:46 pm
As you sit next to your morail, you try to exude whatever natural calming abilities you may have.
"The game is a horrible thinG. The final battle with the black king was... brutaL. But... the least we can do is try to help them out with their sessioN."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:22 pm
Thalia's hair was less curly and she sat back down with her arms crossed. "of course." She said. "But we can't just TELL them what to do. If they aren't fit to win the game then, well, that is what the game is for."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:41 pm
((Still, any suggestions on what to First-Tier Prototype?))
"Well, yes, but we can't just let a planet die in vain, even if they aren't strong enougH. But if my theories about predestination are correct, they'll be strong enougH."
You try to comfort your morail further by hugging her.
"I found some faygo lying around in the main rooM. Is it yourS?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:12 pm
> Ryan: Do something!
SA: so i think im next to do s**t with this game
SA: so maybe i should get my mail from my sister
You put down your tablet and ready a pumpkin you could use as a weapon.
You have no idea where this pumpkin came from.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:34 pm
((Uuuuuuh, perhaps you have a random dead fish in a bowl? So you throw the bowl at it, figuring it wouldn't be so bad to aprt with it since the fish is dead, but the bowl falls short and the fish get's prototyped? That could count as your dead thing.))
"perhaps?" Thalia said, pouting. She didn't like to admit that she drank that stuff, but she found it irresistible. Like a shameful alcoholic, she just couldn't give that stuff up and was embarrassed when she got caught.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 10:40 pm
Making sure no one is looking, you open a drawer and remove the false bottom. You take a CUBAN CIGAR from the drawer, and THROW IT at the ORB.
PP: I don't give a ******** how the Sylladex works. I am throwing this Cigar at an Orb.
> Go back to being Ryan. He was about to have a climactic fight or something.
You nervously knock on your sister's door.
A tall redhead wearing only pajamas answers.
"GIVE ME MY MAIL, SIS."
She smirks and equips a spear from her strife deck. She points upwards with her spear.
"NOW ISN'T THE TIME. GIVE ME MY ******** MAIL. EVERYTHING. "
She shrugs and throws a large plastic bin at you, and tells you that instead of waiting for your mail to pile up like this, you should just ask more often.
"WHAT."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 11:03 pm
((Ah made another troll YAY!))
brie watched in fascination as the red orb turned into a floating cigar, smoke billowing from the top of it and one of her eyebrows rose.
CT: really?
CT: sothat thing turns into whatever it touches?
CT: goodthing i found outnow
CT: hey... where'd youget a cigar fromanyway?
>Be Melmai now so we can introduce him.
Melmai looked around as he walked, not noticing the half empty (and yes, to him it was HALF EMPTY) bottle of Faygo lying on the floor until he tripped on it and went crashing to the floor.
At the last minute he held his arms out and halted his fall, his face inches from the ground. He used his telekinesis to push himself back into a standing position before using it to pick up the bottle and examine it. Thalia and her little quirks were going to be the end of you. Not that that would be a bad thing, he just wasn't in the right area to die.
In other words, he was one of the few trolls to not have reached God Tier yet, and though he wanted to he was worried his opportunity had already passed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 11:18 pm
PP: Apparently.
PP: And that's none of your Business.
You look at your new creation in wonderment. Then you turn to face the TOTEM LATHE and the ALCHEMITER.
> Be Antorn.
"Melmai!" you shout across the room. "You have any idea where I can find some ******** puzzles?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:11 am
Brie rolled her eyes again before typing:
CT: inanycase
CT: it lookslike your redcylindrical doohickey fits on thatfirst machine
CT: stickit in there
CT: ....
CT: damn thatsounded dirty
Brie leaned back in her computer shair to watch Jackson, tired of hovering over her keyboard with a flashlight to see what she was typing. It was making her quirk all the worse and she hoped that Jacksoncould still at least read what she was saying.
>Melmai
Melmai used his powers to send the Faygo over to a counter so it wouldn't hurt anyone before looking at Antorn and saying, "Oh yeah. I know where ALL the puzzles are. Because, you know, I love puzzles SO FREAKIN' MUCH."
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