Act One Start!

In a wooden cabin, on the second floor, sits a small boy. A very small boy. Today seems to be his lucky day; His birthday. Not that he seems to care...
His first present will be his name.
==> enter name

B U T T--

"How bout no?"

E B E N M C L E O D

Your name is Eben McLeod. Your interests are quite few, but you are heavily interested in the ones you have. Those interests include Sports and Immaturity, the second one you usually only use to get attention from your stupid ignorant aunt. Hmph. But... You also hold an interest in working on projects, an interest you regrettfully took on from your aunt. Where is she, anyway? Isn't it your birthday? She should have--

Eben: Have package dropped on your head.

Well, didn't that hurt! Just because the old hag is a successful engineer with a high tech delivery system running through your cabin where you live and you're nothing doesn't mean she has to flaunt it!

==>Open the package!

Fiiiine!!! You open up the stupid package. It's a wrench?

It's a socket wrench? That witch!! How could she!!

She got you exactly what you wanted!!

===>Be someone else. PLEASE.

Let's step away from this weird kid for a minute, and zoom in towards an large... Er... Home...

Its honestly more like a castle, which is just what it was a millennia ago. There are three towers. For now, let's zoom in on the one painted a bright pink.

Hm. Seems like a lovely young lady just got back from school. She's dressed in pink, and quite a lot of makeup. What could this pretty little lady's name?

==>Enter name

Distantly, someone screams 'nope' before you can even enter in a joke.

===>Enter name

Your name is Cardea Guerra Cherry Elwes. Your most notable feature is your school popularity, and Your love for the color pink. At the moment, you seem to be undressing, and...

You appear to be in full war uniform?

Oh, of course.

Your name is Cardea Elwes. You have quite the interest in GEOLOGY and WARFARE. Of course, quite might be an understatement, espcially when it comes to warfare. It borderlines on obsession. And in accordance to it, your tower in which you reside has an entire floor dedicated to your fleet of toy soldiers and war vehicle models. You seem to matching up there right now...

"SOLIDERS!!! YOUR COMMANDER HAS ARRIVED BACK!!"

Uh... Where were we? Oh, of course. Your obsession with geology and warfare. You love to research and Role play with the concepts of a tough terrain and desperate starving soliders, who wait for your command. You love the idea of emotions like pain, and desperation. It just sounds like such an adventure to you, considering you, as an admittedly sheltered young lady, have never come close to feeling these emotions.

Oh! Speaking of emotions, you ought to check to see if your friend messaged you back! It's his birthday! You really hope he got the present you sent! It's mostly like hard to receive stuff on a mountain. Then again, with his cool aunt, not so much?

===>Pester Chum

Was that a pun? Ugh. Nevermind.

commanderYoungster(CY) began pestering fractalPractal(FP) at ??:??

CY: have you got my present YET??
CY: still no response huh?
CY: what do I gotta do to get you to answer???
CY: urgh
CY: I have better things to do!
CY: message me when you FINALLY GET DONE DOING WHATEVER YOURE DOING
CY: I DUNT EVEN WANNA KNOW, K?

Man, you wish he would hurry up! But it doesn't really bother you. Besides, your soildiers are awaiting!

Wait... What is that noise?!

==>Cardea: have soldiers blasted out through tower window.

NOOOOO! Solider Travis!!! Solider McClad!! Both of your favorites, through the window!! Blasted out by that blasted noise!! You take a minute to mourn the loss and decide when to ask your guardian to buy you two replicas of the lost soliders. Now, it's time to confront the perpetrator of this crime!

You are now the perpetrator, though a few minutes in the past. Your sibling just arrived home, and you are currently listening to your very loud rocking dance music and memeing the world. What's the name of this heinous girl, though?

==>Enter name

"WHAT? SORRY, DUDE, CANT HEAR YA INSULT OVER MY ROCKIN TUNES!!"

===>Enter name

Your name is Permelia Sue Elnora Godfrey. However, due to your hate for all things planned and orderly, you instead go by the nickname Permy.

Your interests include ARCHAELOGY and META of all kinds. You also harbor a love for LOUD AND EXCITING MUSIC and THE ART OF MEMES. You are twelve and a half. As described by your closest friend, you are slightly psychic, and have a collection of mysterious journals you will soon write or have already written that will soon be discovered by your past self. Your room is filled with dirt, in which lies store bought relics for you to dig up when you feel like it. Oh! And speaking of journals...

==> Permy: Place mysterious journal in a place to be discovered later.

You throw an already dirty journal out the window, making sure it lands in the river outside your castle-house. You'll need that earlier.

==>Permy: Express psychic abilities.

Well, why not? One of your journals says you have to scream this phrase out your window... now.

"NOPE!!"

There we go! That'll solve a problem, won't it! Probably concerning naming your sister!

Speaking of which... YOU BET SHE'D LOVE TO HEAR SOME SICK TUNES!!

You crank up your juke tenfold!! It blasts throughout the castle, making these walls crumble, both litterally and figuratively!! You hear your sis scream from her opposite tower! Wow! She loves it so much she threw out two of those silly toys!!

Eh? Your laptop is ringing. Its your sis, the journals told you so! Better answer!!

==>Answer sis.

Well that would be nice, and it would move the plot forward...

You are now the best friend of Permy. You sit in your room, surrounded by dark arts and video games! What's your name, young sorcerer?

==>Enter Name

E M O T A S T I C P R I C K

Indeed that is all I seem able to be... I am nothing...

==>Enter name(?)

Your name is Saqui Travers. You are simply a tool of the world...

You have an interest in GRIMDARK NOVELS and VIDEO GAMES...

Please, keep making everything sound like a game, don't let them know the truth that I know...

Err... Ahem. It was your birthday a few days ago. Your horrible mother sent you a present which you have forced yourself to use. It pains you dearly. But what really pains you is having to trick a poor girl, day by dsy, into thinking that you can be her friend, when in sweet cruel reality, loving you is a sweet and lethal kiss of death...

==>Pester poor girl

TarantulaIgniter(TI) started pestering concaveReflect(CR) at ??:??

TI: Permelia..........
TI: I have something new to show you......
TI: For thanks for my present........
CR: whatchu got, Saki?! I wanna seeeeee!!!!!
TI: [img]
CR: that doesn't look Nything like you, budder-scotch!!!
TI: Please refrain from your silly Minecraft references while I am hating my life............
CR: I send you a virtual hug!!
TI: I am forced to receive it.........
CR: now cheer up!!! Oh!! I have something to say tooooooo!!!!!!
TI: Yes..........?
CR: Your mom gave you a video game for your bday, right? Well, I'm about to get that game, and so is my sis and Ebby!!!!! Then we're gonna play it!!!
TI: Really? All together playing a video game? That does sound ni
TI: That sounds......Acceptable........
CR: I knew it would cheer you up! But anyway, you'll have to wait a little bit, okay? Eben's going to start us off as our first client player, and then Cardy is gonna help him!!!!!
CR: then, you'll help her!!!! But it'll be while until it's your turn!!!!!
CR: so sit tight, Saki!!!! I need to prepare for the game!!!

concaveReflect ceased pestering TarantulaIgniter

TI:.............
TI: <3