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Archives of previous roleplaying from the IMSAnity site . In these archives, the trolls and humans are planning on two separate sessions.

A young lady stands in her bedroom. Although she does not know it, today is the day that her carefully planned destruction of her normal life and the entire universe will fail to get off the ground and have to be drastically modified. Although it was sixteen years ago that she was given life, it is only today that she will be given a name.

What will the name of this young lady be?

> Enter name.

Your name is ANNE O'DALEY and it has been raining for days here in SOUTH FLORIDA, making your love for the OUTDOORS a bit hard to express beyond PICTURES OF PRETTY SCENERY, a SMALL POTTED PLANT, and the multitude of CAMPING GEAR that adorn your room.

However, you can see the LIGHT side of the situation as it gives you an excuse to PLAY FUN RPGS IN YOUR PAJAMAS, specifically one named FAIR MAGE ONLINE, that you enjoy completing LOGICALLY. Though it can be hard sometimes as you are very FORGETFUL. Playing these games so often, however, has caused you to need to use glasses in order to read the MANY BOOKS, both Fiction and Non, that you possess. These as well as your other INTERESTS bring a SMILE to your face, but there is often one there anyway because you don't see the use in dwelling on the negatives. Though you hardly ever have the opportunity, you find facination in LEARNING HOW THINGS WORK, especially in the field of BIOLOGY, which has been helped along by your LACK OF SQUEAMISHNESS. You also enjoy admiring CUTE things of all sorts, like STUFFED ANIMALS and CLOTHES, though hardly ever buy them because you DON'T NEED them and don't think they'd look good on you anyway. However, you do have a FAVORITE STUFFED CAT whom you named MIYAZAKI after the much admired director of your favorite ANIMATED MOVIES. You find him to be a very good pillow and object for hugging. You do this a lot because your friends, whom to you are always eager to GIVE ADVICE and do not know what you would do without, are almost exclusively found ONLINE.

At some point in your life you dream of playing the game SBURB, which you heard of from your BRO, a PROGRAMMER, though he won't let you because he's too PROTECTIVE and believes it to be too dangerous for you. However, you have done extensive RESEARCH on the game, including reading the TUTORIALS by tentacleTherapist. From this, you've raised the thought that playing, though dangerous, is ironically the only way to survive.

"While that game you installed is just one more grinding slab of rock sealing our planet's crypt, it is also your only hope to live."

-tentacleTherapist

Your chumhandle is amiableCognition.

What will you do?

> Anne: Open computer.

Obviously the right way to start a productive day of destroying the universe is to waste time on the internet. You log on to your LAPTOP and prepare to look at Fair Mage Online. But wait, the application PESTERCHUM is flashing. One of your chums is trying to send you a message.

> Anne: Open message.

Show Pesterlog:

> =====>
Placing your computer beside you on your bed where you'd been sitting, you thought of the conversation that you'd just concluded with your gaming buddy. You are happy that she was finally getting around to reading the tutorial, it would be extremely helpful if everyone knew what they were doing when they actually started playing the game. You yourself had read it over multiple times, as well as analyzing the screen shots that were attached. You hope that your other friends were being smart and going over it as well like you'd recommended earlier. Now, however, the goal was to actually get the game, because no matter how many times the tutorial was read, it was pointless if they didn't actually get to play.

>Anne: Go to Bro's room.
You hop down off your bed and walk out into the hallway, rain still battering your window behind you, casting flickering shadows along the walls decorated with paintings of small kittens in bow ties. You walk along the short distance to your bro's room, locked of course still, just as you'd checked earlier, but now you had a plan. You take out your trusty multitoolkind, to be more precise, your prized CHARGE® TTI, perfect for around-the-house jobs and outdoor shenanigans. You'd bought it with your own saved money, because of course your bro wouldn't. He thinks you're too innocent and delicate to need such a thing, and it ticks you off to no end. You aren't one of those pretty flowers that blow away with a breeze god dammit! You are a strong young lady that knew how to use her fucking head. And this head was now being used (not literally of course) to break into this room. After a quick listen downstairs, making sure that he was indeed at his computer again like he was usually this late when he thought you were sleeping doing who knows what, you choose the screwdriver attachment and get to work on the door handle, quietly as you can. It's simple enough to take off the outer handle, and then squeeze your hand into the vacated hole to hold the inner one and prevent it from falling as you swing the door open. Carefully, you then put the handles back together, reminding yourself to remind yourself to lock it again on your exit.

> Anne: Examine room.
You gaze about the room, which is, very surprisingly, tidily kept, including the large display of assorted adorable huggable items all along one wall. Tiptoeing about, you can't see any evidence of the game copies you'd hoped to find at first glance, but upon a slight stumble from trying so hard to be sneaky, and as a result the smacking of a particularly plump bear's face, your eyes happen across the bed adorned with puppy face bedsheets. Really, he was way too into this whole cute thing, it wasn't neccessary at all, a waste of money really, especially that scale miniture town that covered the entire surface of his dresser.... wait.

>Anne: Look in drawers.
Did he really think so little of you? Apparently he did, because upon opening consecutive drawers until you come to the one with his underwear, c'mon Anne it's just underwear, just your bro's garments, garments covered in rainbows and flowers, ok that's kind've creepy, that go under his pants....


>Anne: Get Sburb.
You find the copies at the bottom. Triumphant, you allow yourself a little jig....

>Anne: Return to room.
ok enough jigging time to get out of here. You tiptoe out of the room again, game clutched securely in your hand, closing the door behind you and making sure to lock it again. Back to your room you go, closing the door behind you with a soft click and settling back down on your bed. You decide you should probably check on your friends infinityAlternator, fabulousVictorian, and siaSpectroscopist to make sure they're as ready as they can be to start playing soon, you have no idea when you bro might find out you've stolen the copies, and come to try and stop you.

>AC: Pester other players.
You can't talk to IA because IA's radio is down!

>IA: Connect radio.
After almost 3 hours of downtime, you finally fix your connection to the internet through your gaurdians radio. Sometimes you think it is pain to live on a giant boat in the middle of the ocean. This time, your guardian tripped the fuse on an entire section of the ship, but, instead of asking you to fix it (or, god forbid, reading the manuals!), he just ran extension cords over 120 feet, connecting power strip to power strip in a crazy web for the last 20 feet to bring in about 6 different outlets worth of power al the way to his actual equipment. Anyway, the area included one of the fiber optic repeaters for one of the "enemy detection systems" which is a dead-man's-switch to shut down all communication. Luckily, it was a low reliability system so we didn't end up in submarine hiding mode. That would have locked out communications and hidden us underwater for 12 hours after the last "threat" sighted.

>=====>
You realize that is is likely that no one understands the preceding paragraph and switch to something more relevant to the topic at hand.

>IA: Pester Anne.
Now that it is fixed, you are trying to pester AC to about the game she was saying something about. You think it might have something to do with the giant frog temple that your guardian just put on the ship. He (your guardian) said something about source code for a game that could alter reality, which sounds suspiciously similar to AC's game. You send a message, then wait.

Show Pesterlog:

>IA: Be Anne.
That went really well, you're glad this guy's reliable. Now you just have to pester the rest of your friends, check back in with your gaming buddy, then the games can begin!

>Anne: Pester SS.
Perfect, SS is online! You begin pestering him.

Show Pesterlog:

>=====>
You sigh. The guy's cool and all, good for him reading the tutorial, and really smart, but sometimes you don't like all the sense he seems to spew. It's a bit disheartening when you realize you're wrong and have to face facts that aren't your own. At least with him pestering the final member of your team, you can use the extra time to do as you said you would, and talk to your bro.

>Anne: Attempt to find Bro.
You reluctantly climb off your bed, leaving the computer behind, and head down the stairs to where you think your bro's been working the past few days. Come to think of it, you haven't really seen him at all for that time. You think he's been avoiding you, trying to give you time to think on your past conversation, which was really an argument. You'd tried and reasoned with him about SBURB, but he didn't really listen, or else he would have understood what you were trying to fuckin say! Oh well, the past was past now and it was time to confront him again. When you get downstairs however, you see no sign of him. You remind yourself of the time budget, and quickly start looking around the rest of the house. But again, no sign of him, anywhere and everywhere.

>Anne: Pester Bro.
Getting worried, and a slight bit frantic you admit, you go back upstairs, and though he's clearly not on his computer nor online, you pester your bro.

Show Pesterlog:

>=====>
You have to force yourself to close the tab. Like you thought, there is no answer. Maybe you'll see him again, you think probably not. You sniffle, and realize there're tears in your eyes, and that you'd misspeled a couple words in the log because of them. Quickly, you wipe them away, no time for this right now, gotta focus on surviving. He'd want you to live. But one last time, though the chance of him hearing now is even less than before, you say aloud the two words, "I'm sorry."
Though it won't change anything that's happened, you hope against hope that maybe saying it enough will help lift the thick cloud of dread that's settled over your chest. You doubt it though. The only way you can go now, is forward.
You only hope you really are as strong as you make yourself out to be.

>=====>
Oh, someone's started pestering you. You shake yourself out of your daze and answer.

Show Pesterlog:

>Anne: Exit.
Alright then. Now you have to get moving. you change out of your PJs and put on your normal outfit and sneakers to go outside. You also put things you might need into your sylladex, such as some food, your sleeping bag, glasses, laptop, charger, the copies of the game, your stuffed cat Miyazaki, money of course, and some stuff you think might be useful for alchemizing, such as: matches, a can of insect repellant, a nerf gun, and a slightly rickety homemade airsoft gun. You also bring your bro's favorite painting, a kitten wearing an adorable little waist coat and flower pattern bowtie. You just put your multitool in your pocket, don't want to have to bother with trying to get it your Claw Crane modus if you really need it. Then, you stalk out of your house, looking back for hardly an instant - long goodbyes aren't really the best.

>Anne: Walk to hotel.
You walk across town to a large hotel. Many families will probably be staying there relatively close together, plus it's a bit of a taller building, which you know will be at least a little bit useful in the medium. Due to it being later at night, you encounter nary a soul, and those that you do you find easy to avoid, what with your dark clothing, which you also take into account when crossing streets.

>Anne: Check into hotel.
Soon enough, you find yourself in the building, where you are able to get a room, paying for only the night. They won't really care about payment in the medium you think. You go up to your room and settle down, you suppose that it'd be a good time to check up with your friends one more time. It takes quite a few tries, but soon you have your computer out and ready to go. Open wifi's a blessing.

>Anne: Be FV.
You are now FV. You have just finished pestering amiableCognition and decide to continue to pester siaSpectroscopist.

Show Pesterlog:

>=====>
You lament the fact that he's probably right in going after specifically women, but you decide that you can hurry on. You get your cowboy stuff out, put the essentials in your sylladex, food, water, your laptop, a charger, the game copies, a gentlemanly outfit, and the such. You can use your spare cane and the remains of your mum, bless her soul, for sentimental reasons. You don't use a sylladex for this, but you put a picture of your family in your pocket. How you miss them.

>FV: Check pesterchum.
From out of your sylladex, your computer is notifying you that someone you don't recognize is pestering you. It would not be chivalrous to leave whoever may need your assistance waiting, so you immediately stop and respond to your unknown messenger.

Show Pesterlog:

>FV: Exit.
You then decide to go to the closest place you know of with lots of people. The town hall! As you finish dressing and head out the door, you turn around and take a good look at your house. According to the instructions, you won't be seeing much of it anymore (except in the pictures in your phone, which is also in your pocket, in addition to the charger being tangled with the laptop one).

>FV: Be IA.
You are now IA. You have just eaten dinner, so it is now time for you to return to your computer.

>IA: Pester AC.
You proceed to have the following, somewhat embarrassing, but extremely productive conversation.

Show Pesterlog:

>=====>
You are really glad for your ability to see all the clouds of Skaia, but sometimes, you really hate predestination traps. Seriously! Why would you ever type that kind of embarassing fact about your past? You don't know, but apparently you were going to, so you did. At least you didn't have to confess to the amount of time you spent watching her... According to the sections of the internet you have been able to look at recently say that it would be a really bad thing to say. To be fair, you were like 10, and you had never seen anyone who wasn't either you or your guardian. You'll probably end up telling her eventually. If you don't, it will be infinitely worse when she finds out from Skaia's clouds. You guess you will cross that bridge when you get to it. Maybe she will just dismiss it as a product of your strange and sheltered childhood, maybe she'll be flattered? You think people are confusing. Plus, most of this conversation was extremely productive and you might even get to wake her up tonight! You can't wait to show her Prospit, and the next Skaia pass is in just a few day.

You contain your excitement to return to work on your weapon and tool designs for making you specibus assign to cylinderkind.

>IA: Explore.
After about an hour of working, you feel a strange need to explore. You realize that this would be a complete waste of time. You have lived on this ship all your life, you are certain that there are no parts of the ship you have not been to. You funnel your desire into something useful and dive into the source code of the game. You guess that this is the same game that Anne is talking about. It has seems to have similar mechanics to that game. You think that is a good reason to believe this...although, with your knowledge of programming, you are not really sure if you are even qualified to think about the question. Either way, you have been searching for some kind of API that you could use to link to your own programs or some code that will help you understand the purpose of the game. You search for another quarter hour or so before turning your attention elsewhere.

>IA: Surf the web.
After your last conversation, you have been scouring the internet for information about the social norms of regular people. It does not seem like anyone has advice about how to tell your friend that you essentially watch them in your dreams while they lie asleep. It occurs to you that most people probably do not get the chance to do this, since most people don't get to wake up on Prospit. You resolve to check the clouds on Skaia during the coming eclipse if you have not resolved the issue by then.

>IA: Plan.
You then decide to focus on your plans for this game. It seems pretty obvious to you that the key to winning the game is knowledge. Knowledge is the key to every good game, or so you like to think. You realize that it would be pretty useful to have some Chumhandles for your competitors so that you could see when they are online. Maybe you could even talk to some of them in cryptic ways to gain information.

You return to the internet for additional advice, then back to your plans, then back to the internet, for about an hour. This gives your computer time to load some pages in advance to make up for your low bandwith connection. No one comes online. You start to worry. Then you realize that it has only been an hour or so. You decide that worrying is useless, so you stop.

IA: Seriously, explore! It is important.
Instead, you decide to give in to this bizarre need to explore. Whoever keeps sending these messages clearly wants you to. You grab your smart phone, your flashlight, and your grapple staffs and head towards the ruins that your dad brought aboard recently. On second thought, you leave the grapple staffs. They are a cool idea, but they do not actually work. You hope that you can use the game's crafting system to make them better, but you have not been able to find any information on it. Instead, you bring the rope staffs. There should be a pole sitting just outside the ruins for you to use as a tying point. You really hope that someone comes online soon, you know that you do not have the physical capabilities that one would need to explore the ruins very far and you really do not want to end up wandering the corridors of the ship out of a need to explore.

>IA: Be SS.
You are now SS. After hearing of Sburb from Anne, you fairly quickly concluded that Anne was absolutely insane and spent a few hours reflecting on how you had been her friend for so long without realizing her crippling mental condition. However, lacking anything to do besides proceed with your photon-related shenanigans, you decided that, since she was so far gone and since you had nothing better to do, you would simply go along with her terrible delusions.

>SS: Open playlist.
You open up one of your favorite playlists of badass rock ballads and begin assembling your various devices of science while mouthing Stayin' Alive. Sometimes you are so swaggerific that you yourself cannot comprehend your own greatness. The humans of the world should give you their gratitude for, if they laid their eyes on such awesomesauce, they would inevitably fall to dust.

>SS: Plan.
Among the possible items you plan to prototype your sprite with, you have selected a laser beam, a Ziggy Stardust plushie, your Beats by Dre, your SuperWhoLock poster and your fully-functional robot pal, XR-90. Or perhaps you will prototype with some killer shades. There is no point in fighting enemies if those enemies are not as swagtastic as you.

In all seriousness, however, you will probably prototype your sprite initially with a can of gasoline and prototype afterward with XR-90 with his gasoline lasercopter add-on installed. This will make your enemies flammable and make your sprite a sentient laser shooting helicopter. You applaud yourself for your own genius.

>SS: Check pesterchum.
You suppose you may as well check your pesterchum. You find Anne asking you once again whether you're ready to embark on this nonsensical delusion of hers.

Show Pesterlog:

Hopefully, after all this is over, you'll get her to visit a psychologist. This neurotic reaction to her delusions suggests a deeper lying psychosis and you are worried she may go on a rampage and kill all her friends if no intervention occurs.  You sigh and assure her that you are as ready as you were an hour ago.


Why are all the people you know so kooky?
Either way, hopefully by convincing her to try to save the people around her, you might lead her psychosis in a positive, non-life-threatening direction. If only everyone was as a good as a samaritan as you. With your prototype plans ready, you lie on your bed rocking out and imagine how wonderful the world would be if everyone was just like you.

> SS: Be MC.
You are now a player SS does not yet know, MC.

> MC: Boot up computer.

You flip your laptop open as you change out of your soccer gear, opting to see if any of your associates are online instead of going home. No one seems to be on as of yet, so you proceed to look at a couple of interesting articles, about the new Deadpool movie, and a programming language called Inform 7 that appears to be relevant to your interests. As you run PesterChum, you notice AC has pestered you.

> MC: Answer chum.

Show Pesterlog:

> =====>
Well, that was quite productive, if rather repetitive. You notice that everyone is incredibly serious about this game, especially considering game logic dictates the outcome is already sealed. In fact, Anne herself seems to be very into the roleplaying aspects of this game already, the dear, talking about the game as if it was real life. You suppose that is the mark of a good game however, particularly one as stylized as this one is. You continue reading your article, making a note to yourself to look up how to go about porting the .exe to linux.

You also combat the problem of "prototyping", a concession probably made for the personalization kink demanded by new age buyers. It should function as some type of difficulty setting, which you should probably set as low as possibly, considering the nature of your friendly competition with AC's insane acquaintances. Although a more sterile gaming experience would be better for looking at the engine behind the game, you suppose that can be foregone for appeasing your teammates, whoever they end up being. From what you can tell your options for accessibility end up being the things in your vicinity when you start up the game, probably using webcam access, so you tack on another note about holding on to something sufficiently fragile for the initial prototyping, and your infinitely awesome Limited Edition Malice Choker. Although you are uncertain what the future holds, the chances are high your avatar will be better off simulating the powers of a psionic queen of chaos than they would be otherwise. You pack up your stuff, and venture to the grocery store, to pick up supplies for playing the game.

> =====>
Meanwhile.....

> =====>

A young troll stands in her respiteblock.

> Enter name.
Your name is AIKORA MERIST.

You have recently been holed up in your room playing a new MMO titled FAIR MAGE ONLINE. You have had an interest in VIDEOGAMES like this one and pretty much all others for as long as you can remember, and enjoy completing them with ease due to your formidable INTELLECT and gift for STRATEGY. You also have a large number of people you call FRIENDS, though you don't actually know much about them, since you really only ever speak online due to the fact that your GAMES usually keep you too busy to venture outside. However, you don't mind being a recluse, because it means you can listen to tons of ROCK MUSIC and draw a bunch of SHITTY MANGA, which is really AWFUL since you suck at DRAWING, though you believe your abilities will one day IMPORVE. It also means that you can avoid the rest of your world, which you HATE with a deep passion. You also have a strange fascination with DEATH it verges on an OBSESSION, and many VOODOO DOLLS and other VOODOO RELATED OBJECTS litter your floor. A few potions that dabble in the mystery of ANTI-AGING are also lumped in a corner of the room, long forgotten and covered in dust. You also use your free time to scavenge food for your LUSUS, who you love dearly, even if she does try to squeeze you to death when you SPAR, another one of your enjoyable INTERESTS.

Your Trolltag is candidLiar and the tend to SSSPeaK aSSS iF you WeRe you HiSSSSSSiNG youR WoRDSSS~

What do you do?