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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 20, 2011 19:44:42 GMT -6
You claw your way out of your recuperacoon, as you do every evening. The sopor slime is nearly impossible to get out of your hair, and washing and brushing it every day makes it so frizzy and unmanageable. You almost prefer to sleep in your lusus’ den, but you never seem to have a really good night of sleep without the slime. You believe you researched it once, but the Trollapedia article devolved into complex explanations of pheromone interactions and oneiric supplements. You can’t believe that in the entire history of Alternia that no one has bothered to think of an alternative. Lazy fools.
In the meantime, you guess you just have to deal with it.
As you finish with your daily ablutions, your lusus peeks in on you. Visiting each corner of your room and sniffing in particular at the detritus on the floor, it barely looks at you at all until it passes you on its circuit. Dumb useless beast. You are so glad it doesn’t get cold enough here for your tree to stop producing nuts. Then you would have to forage for the thing. A distressing thought. Again the oddness of the situation strikes you: the nutbeast lusus would be unable to feed itself if food were not so plentiful, and yet it prepares your meals. Somebody really ought to remedy the entire situation: it was hardly practical.
Sure enough, a bowl of home-made cereal (made from actual grain that you grew out back) was sitting at the two-person table in the front room. You make a face at the bowl; you think this is the sixth day in a row that you ate cereal for breakfast. The nutbeast chitters at you, as if to say “Kyanas, would you rather have nuts?” It had a point.
Wearily, you seat yourself and eat, trying to think of things that will distract you from the bland taste of the food. Ah, there was that game…. But it is useless to speculate. You do not know enough about the entire situation to hazard guesses. Faintly put out, you try to think of more distracting things.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 19:54:12 GMT -6
==> Reminisce on how you were involved in the game.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 20:17:07 GMT -6
==> Chitter like a nutbeast and mash the cereal into your hair.
Alternatively:
==> Think about your friends
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 20, 2011 20:26:10 GMT -6
==> Reminisce on how you were involved in the game.
You suppose there is nothing for it. The game is simply the foremost thing on your mind at the moment. Not that you actually know much about it: only that it is a bit like FLARP. There was a time in your life when you dabbled in FLARP, but it was always a bit senseless and too uncontained for your liking. So instead of ruminating on the facts of the game, you instead speculate on how you were involved in the first place.
Oh, Stebia. She did always have a way with words. If not for the infernal optimism, she would be an absolute delight to be around. It was she who brought you into this mess in the first place: as one of your friends, she dragged you into almost everything. Not that you have very many friends. You suppose that you do, it is only that your criteria for ‘friend’ is slightly higher than average. Ah well.
She didn’t tell you anything about the game to begin with. All she did was make you promise you would play. And you always keep your word.
This was getting a bit profound for the breakfast table.
What do you do now?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 20:29:53 GMT -6
==>Karate chop the breakfast table in half. PROFOUND THIS!
OR ==>What about your other friends? Surely you must have more than one.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 21:12:59 GMT -6
==> Now, tell us about your childhood.
Or
==> Get trolled by anonymousWavelength
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 21, 2011 17:02:53 GMT -6
==>Karate chop the breakfast table in half. PROFOUND THIS!
What an intriguing suggestion. It would surely give you something to do until the game started. Thoroughly destroying the table meant that in the future you would have to stand to eat. Eating with a bowl in one hand and utensil in the other would be unwieldy and difficult, especially if you had to defend against something that wanted your food. Alternatively, destroying the table would be very fun. Also, you could completely splinter it and try to fit it back together again in your spare time, after the game. That would be very interesting and if it got boring, you could burn it. But then you would have to get a new table. Too much work.
==>Think upon your childhood and your oldest friends.
That is a much more logical suggestion. You just finished thinking about your oldest friend, in fact. You had known Stebia, or rather philosophersBones, almost since your second wriggling day. Though you have never met in person, you were very close and have complementary interests. You appreciate her interest in geology, just as she appreciates your interest in the martial arts, even if neither of you understand precisely why the other chose their interest.
You also reflect on our childhood. Not much to think on there: you had chosen your focus at a young age even for a troll, and training with your weapons took up a lot of your time. Climbing and jumping in the trees under the guidance of your lusus was also a common pastime. In all, you rarely had time to foster online friendships with others. That is what makes your friendships so special.
Who was it that you knew anyway? Well, you had met Stebia first, who introduced you to Lerena. Stebia also introduced you to Aruale, and you had occasionally spoke to Isaard. That was mostly it.
What will you do next? You are sort of tired of thinking about things so hard. You would like to go do something now.
({I hope I got all the details right. Do tell me if I need to change anything.})
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 21, 2011 18:48:58 GMT -6
==>Punch cereal in snout to establish superiority.
Or you could ==> go bother your lusus. What's Squirreldad up to?
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 21, 2011 21:00:22 GMT -6
==> Ponder on your ancestors.
Or
==> Prepare yourself for the coming game.
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 23, 2011 15:15:42 GMT -6
==> Punch cereal in snout to establish superiority.
That was certainly a familiar phrase. Perhaps it was from one of those infernal netcomics your friends dragged you into. They always tried to start you halfway through the things, and since that would be illogical, you start from the beginning and by the time you catch up you are too involved in the storyline to stop. Dratted things. Besides, you already ate all the available cereal.
==> Go bother your lusus. What's Squirreldad up to?
Your lusus is currently sitting on the front porch. His mouth is full of treenuts. He looks at you and tries to chitter, but all that comes out are a few chunks of nutshell. He then skedaddles off somewhere, probably another tree to find even more nuts to stuff in his cheeks. You idly follow him on to the front porch, and see that your grain field needs weeding. You were going to do it yesterday, but you put it off by training with your staff. What do you know, there it was, leaning against the house, right there in front of you. You look back and forth between the field and the staff, thinking it over.
==> Prepare yourself for the coming game.
But you decide that preparing for the game is the most important. Tramping back up to your room, you open your dresser and pick out a shirt. You also grab your training pants and shoes. As an afterthought, the sleevy things come too. You aren’t sure what their exact function is, but they are useful for putting stuff in since your training pants have no pockets. Also, and you can hardly admit this to yourself, they just make you look awesome.
You spent all of ten minutes preparing for the game. You still have several hours left, and you doubt any of your friends are quite awake: you live in a very early timezone.
What’s next?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 23, 2011 20:09:24 GMT -6
==> PONDER YOUR ANCESTORS. Do eeeet!
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 23, 2011 22:32:55 GMT -6
==> Get pestered by Isaard. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester&action=display&thread=17==> Ponder on your ancestors. Ah, your ancestor. She was quite illustrious; she was the only general in the Alternian Military to be lower on the hemospectrum than blue. Although she entered the ranks as a common foot-soldier, she rose so quickly that foul play was considered. Kyachril was indeed a great role model. Well, you suppose that she could have been. Right after she achieved general status, Kyachril dropped off the map. Officially, she was MIA on some planet light-years from Alternia. But, if you read the battle logs very carefully, you noticed that a mysterious ship full of soldiers in black showed up wherever the trolls were losing a battle. Now these soldiers, they weren’t exactly ordinary. They seemed to move as one, they seemed to always know where the weakest point in the resistance was. They were the perfect troop. But of course, they didn’t exist. Not officially. It had been your personal belief that Kyachril commanded this ship. Of course, you had thought this until you discovered her personal journal: then you knew for sure. The Catalyst, they called her. Where she was, things happened. Oh, would you look at that! Stebia wants to talk to you! ==> Get pestered by Stebia. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester&action=display&thread=18
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 24, 2011 18:57:19 GMT -6
==> Do you have something against highbloods? A negative past experience, perhaps?
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 24, 2011 22:30:37 GMT -6
==> Do you have something against highbloods? A negative past experience, perhaps?
Oh lord no; you simply have no illusions about their capabilities. Anyone who can live long enough to personally harass the troll YOU are the ancestor to is to be rightly feared. Immortality is simply a bad idea to you: it promotes stagnation. Though you wouldn’t mind being immortal yourself, which you guess makes you a hypocrite. You, at least, would know when to get out of the way for the younger generation.
So, no; no personal experiences, but you distrust them on principle. Also, you may have been warned against trusting them by the Catalyst. She had quite illuminating thoughts on the matter.
What other interesting things could you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 25, 2011 8:17:47 GMT -6
==> Ruminate on the nature of your quadrants.
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