Open Tcod Plays Sburb

Krinei saw where this was going, but she thought she could push Landon in the right direction.


Zephyr didn't get it at all, so Krinei took it upon herself to explain.


Krinei then stopped to marvel at what she felt was Landon's vast untapped potential within Sburb, but then decided to take Zephyr's suggestion as well. After all, what's the worst that could happen with someone else?

Why not go with... Somniferous Whatshisface. She knew that he had meant to block her once, but in his sleep-deprived state, he had misclicked and not blocked her.

Rory clicked on the new window to see who it was.

Oh hell no.

After getting ice for her now bruised hip, Agnes sat back down and awaited responses from Willow and Rory.

Out of all trolls in his session, Zephyr found Krinei easily the most difficult to understand in terms of typing quirk. Maybe because his was so...simple in contrast. Regardless, she did have a point, a human who was clearly aware of what they were was clearly odd, especially without being a hero of time or space.


"Ugh, why is there so much shit on GrubTube?" Zephyr complained aloud, aware that unless someone was specifically monitoring his block, he was effectively wasting his breath.

Agnes was so preoccupied with trying to communicate with Willow and Rory and get through a meal of her favourite microwave ravioli, she hadn't realised a new window popped up on Pesterchum; it was Landon.

What's up with that girl? Can't she see that I'm talking to her? What is her de- Landon's train of thought was interrupted by yet another head throb. "That is IT! I have HAD IT with these fucking COCOA HANGOVERS!" he screamed. "Shut up, Landon! I'm trying to make a birdhouse, you idiot! What have I told you about chocolate milk?!" screamed his twin sister right back. "You're not the boss of me! Get back to your aviary, dumbass!" he replied. His head felt much clearer now; perhaps all his head needed was a good ol' helping of sibling love. Amid the bouts of screeching and yelling, he hadn't noticed that Agnes had responded.


(ooc: scootaloo, could you change the color of my text in your post from cyan to medium turquoise? on bachuru style it's eyeburning.)

(OoC: Grey Matter, could you change "Dóñ’+ ÿoü şéę?" to "Dóñ’+ ÿoü ş?" I got my quirk wrong at first.)

Krinei saw Zephyr's point, but she also saw it another way.


Krinei thought, Well, might as well see what I can do with SP.


(OoC again: This site greatly helps me with my quirk.)

Rory clicked out of the window angrily and went back to his conversation with Agnes.

Rory jumped off his bed and walked out the bedroom door. Careful not to wake his mother, he made his way downstairs to the apartment complex mailroom and found that the mail had indeed arrived. He collected his package and crept back into his room, closing the door behind him. He pulled a box cutter out of his tool drawer and got ready to open the package, but then hesitated. Instead of opening it right away, perhaps he should contact Willow first.

"LANDON! Something's here for you!" called the twin sister. "Coming!" answered her sibling. He sped down the stairs, until he got to his sister's woodshop. It was actually their house's garage, but since neither of them had a car, she claimed it to be her own. Upon entering his sister's lair, Landon began coughing wildly; the sawdust set off his allergies. The garage was neatly organized; the power tools and their normal variants were neatly organized. A corkboard displayed lists and blueprints of current and upcoming projects. Beneath these boards, there was a table with a variety of stains, some of their containers looking older than others. A stack of wood was placed near a corner. In the middle of the garage was his sister's current project: a huge birdcage. She'd already finished the frame. Landon found her carefully applying stain with a huge brush. On the floor lay his sister's pride and joy: her sander and her power saw. He always got goosebumps seeing those things.

"Here you go. This just got here. Enjoy," his sister said, sliding an envelope towards him.

He went upstairs, and opened the envelope. It was marked with a green house, divided into four equal pieces, with one subdivided even more. He found two disks inside it, one labeled 'client' and the other 'server'. Perplexed, he awaited an answer from Agnes.

Since everyone else that is human and friends with Agnes received their copy of Sblurb or sbubble or what ever the hell it was called she decided to go check her mail. As she headed to her front door, she saw on her doorstep a small envelope like package. She opened it, and saw a weirdly drawn green house on it with two discs.

Agnes answered, thankfully. Landon looked at the pair of disks; he still had no idea what the hell to do with them.

Agnes decided to ask Rory about what to do with the mysterious discs, hoping he'd respond quickly. After all, if Willow said that booting up the game soon is the best thing to do, then she shouldn't wait any longer than she was already.

Edward just stood up and fell right over again. Wow he was dizzy. He sits on his bed, and waits for the black frame around his vision to clear up, along with the spinning sensation. He finally stands up, slightly dazed, and walks toward his blinking computer. This is his least favorite time in the world- daytime. He opens up the coffin-shaped device, only to be met by dust, spiderwebs and Pesterchum. He decides he wants to know what all this crazy talk is about. He decides to pester that dude Landon.

(ooc: protip- use hide tags.)

Staring bored at his computer, Landon decided that, hey, he should solve his own problems. Right as he reached for the disk, however, another window popped up.

Zephyr didn't feel he was satisfied with his conversation, but his think-pan could only deal with so much of Krinei's typing quirk. Zephyr gazed over to the Agnes human's screen, she had apparently just obtained her copy of SGrub, correction, SBurb. Human differences, bluh. Regardless, Zephyr glanced across the rest of their screens, each and every other human in the session save one had their copy it seemed.

"Huh...now, will they figure out how to run it?"

Krinei did not troll Somniferous-whatever often (she didn't know his actual name), but she wanted to see where she could take him. However, she had no idea what he was talking about with regard to "conspiracy theories" - this wasn't one.

Edward takes a quick nap, and when he awakens, he realizes it is evening. He walks downstairs, ignoring the door, and grabs a lamb, carrying it upstairs. As he reads the new addition to the conversation, he mindlessly sucks the blood from the lamb's jugular.
"Oh," he exclaims aloud in his empty home. He dashes downstiars, toward the door (avoiding the windows) and sees a funky little envelope with a messed up house on it. He must have missed this when he went to get dinner. How long has that been there? He wonders. He has been upstairs for a couple of days now.

Willow woke up. She had fallen asleep spontaneously again; that was a very odd habit of hers that he had been trying desperately to break, but for some reason, could not. Her dreams were always lucid, which was strange. As a child, she had never had lucid dreams, but one day, all of them became so. She wondered what it meant.

Putting to rest her futile wonderments, she returned to the world of the Internet, flipping over her laptop lid. Several people had contacted her since she'd fallen asleep, though her responses would be several hours late. Oops!

Willow eyed the other new window, but chose to ignore it; Agnes was probably sleeping, and Willow never knew what to say to her. She would probably respond to that later.

Willow walked to the centre of her pod, where a hole large enough for her to fall through had been drilled through the bottom. She slipped through it, clutching onto one of the sturdy vines that surrounded it, and slid downward onto the ground thirty feet below. Her feet hit the ground hard, and her hands were hot from the friction on her makeshift rope, but she was intact; the majority of the human race didn't survive thirty foot drops, but Willow did it everyday. She was a superhero of her own kind!

She expected the discs to be nowhere in site, but sure enough, they sat there on the slate of concrete marked with her address. Fully intact. Not a piece missing, not a shred of paper ripped. This had literally never happened before... someone really wanted her to play this game! She picked up the discs and tucked the case into the elastic waistband of her tutu, and then began climbing the willow that was her home up to her pod again.

The adventure up was, well, always an adventure. The willow was an intricate tree, its weaving body somewhat resembling an elegant wisp of smoke. As though that weren't hard enough to climb, the tree was constantly turning at a slow but steady rate, meaning every time Willow had to climb up it again, it had probably moved from its last state considerably. In this particular case, that was true, but Willow had little difficulty climbing it. She had bested this tree's wiles long, long ago.

Finally arriving back into her pod, she sat down in her chair (which was, of course, stuffed with Spanish moss) and took a look at her games. There was some childish interpretation of a blue house on the front. She opened the case with some difficulty (it was the sort with latches on the side for "safety," though Willow didn't understand how it was safe at all; if someone really wanted to steal it, they would just undo the latches in the store or something), and she lacked nails. Exasperated, she took one of her plushies from the shelf-- this one was a lion. Its plastic nails would probably do the trick. Using Lord Cuddlepaw Braveheart as a sort of lever, she managed to pry open the case. With a kiss and a noble thanks, Lord Cuddlepaw returned to his spot on the shelf, his duty complete.

Willow glanced over the discs. One was marked with a blue house, reading "Client," and the other was marked with a green house, reading "Server." She had read about these discs before. She should, she read, first put in the client disc; then, after she had another user connected to her, she would put in the server disc and connect to another user. Sburb was, reportedly, like a great loop of friends helping friends.

She slipped in the client disc, and Autoplay appeared in the corner of her screen. Willow was somewhat disappointed; she expected something more grand. She hit the link to "setup.exe" and let the installer run for a bit. Progress seemed slow-going, so she opened Pesterchum again.

Satisfied, Willow leaned back in her chair and waited for a response.