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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 2:58:42 GMT -6
==> SI: Make a mess [/size][/b] No one can blame you. You were tired. You didn't know that you'd forgotten to say one tag. It's not YOUR fault that half of the shit you keep in your modus is now everyfuckingwhere. Pretty rocks and bits and pieces of statues are strewn all over the floor. You are astonished that so much shit was crammed into your inventory. Of course, having NEARLY LIMITLESS storage capacity means that there's a a lot of RANDOM CRAP all over the place now. Good luck cleaning this up, asshat.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: This isn't happening.
SLAIER: I refuse.
SLAIER: Maybe..maybe no one will notice?
SLAIER: "Oh, that random assortment of coolshit? Yeah, it's always been there." [/spoiler] |
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 3:19:49 GMT -6
==> PURGE THE FILTHHe's making a mess again. The fish one. The angry fish one. If you don't clean it up then no one will, and that just won't do at all. Not one bit.
You quickly but quietly follow after the messmaker mcscarypants guy, grabbing armfulls of stuff he breaks and tosses around. You aren't even sure what you'll do with it. Your inventory might not fit all of it.
Also these sharp bits are jabbing you in the arm. Ouch.
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 3:28:17 GMT -6
==> SI: Notice fudgeblood [/size][/b] What.
The.
Fuck. What is this shit? Some little droopy horned lowblood is picking all of your SWEET LOOT up. Well, you suppose you can't be angry with him, he IS doing what you SHOULD be doing. You suppose you'll congratulate him.
Things do not go as planned.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Jegus fuck, you're real!
SLAIER: Someone told me that there was a lowblood who would just clean the everliving fuck out of everything.
SLAIER: What was your name again?
SLAIER: Failure or something? [/spoiler] |
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 3:36:35 GMT -6
==> cry
==> no wait. respond.You freeze. He noticed you. Shit. Hopefully this won't end with your blood making a big mess everywhere. FAILOW: uhm my namess failow luunas please dont mind me sir
FAILOW: i just uh. heard somenoises and saw you... maaking a mess
FAILOW: so i was cleaninit up
FAILOW: ad stuff
FAILOW: yeah
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 4:04:17 GMT -6
==> SI: Feel bad [/size][/b] Oh, you're kind of scaring him. That's not a good thing, you resolved to be friendlier towards your comrades to foster trust. You eye Faillow warily, taking in his diminutive frame. You quickly decide that you could kill him with a pillow and proceed to activate your modus with a snap of the fingers. You just know you have something in here that can help him out.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Gate of Alternia, devices, large, maintenance, -AI. [/spoiler] [/justify][/size] SLAIER: Use it.
SLAIER: It responds to CR-33-p3R, just tell it to help you clean. [/spoiler] You briefly wonder if you shouldn't be helping him personally, it is YOUR mess after all. You quickly cast the thought aside, the king's duty is also his servant's, right?
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 4:16:01 GMT -6
==> make friends with green thing?You look at the... thing. It's sort of cute. And the scary one says it'll help clean so that's even better. Cleaning is good. When rooms are clean your life is marginally less depressing. FAILOW: uh
FAILOW: creeper...? help me pick up thistuff
FAILOW: and put it someehere i guess
FAILOW: i dunno theres allot of stuff. what do you even do with stuff?
FAILOW: are you like just like a whiring floor cleaning decice?
FAILOW: or what ==> thank the guy for the use of this thingIt would be impolite not to. Also you never caught his name. You've caught very few names since this whole terrible thing started. You've mostly been hiding in small, clean rooms, playing old computer games. FAILOW: thank you sir
FAILOW: uhm
FAILOW: wats your name anyway? i don't think i know it
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 4:30:34 GMT -6
==> SI: Be confused [/size][/b] This guy doesn't know who you are? What the shit? You rationalize just killing him here and now, but that too is against the promise you made to Lofora not too long ago. It's not his fault that he doesn't recognize the ruler of his race, you've been fairly reclusive since you made it to the veil.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Slaier Stingo.
SLAIER: I'm not a lobster.
SLAIER: Also, that thing will just eat pretty much everything it comes across. And then explode. [/spoiler] You stand out of the way, not wanting to lose another pair of pants to a Creeper, nor another insolent Creeper to your wrath. You begin to ponder why Faillow is so hellbent on keeping things clean. You also think of something to say, true to form, it's probably the one thing you should NOT say.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You know that these are basically high tech ruins, right?
SLAIER: By their very nature, they are in a state of disrepair.
SLAIER: All of them. [/spoiler] |
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 4:42:21 GMT -6
==> wait what explode? That's unsettling. And counterproductive. In your experience explosions solve absolutely nothing and only make things much, much worse. FAILOW: i dunno ive gottem it pretty clean for the most part
FAILOW: cept weirdd irt keeps coming in therough the cracks
FAILOW: and sometimes ceiling tiles just falldown and break stuff and thats terrible
FAILOW: or the computer corsd get all tanfgled even thoiugh ive been nowhere near them
FAILOW: its like some sort of horrible dirt magicd or soemthing
FAILOW: the filth fairy ==> oh my gog shut up. You were rambling again. Always, sort of. It happens a lot more when you're nervous though. Slaier definitely makes you nervous. And the thought of things blowing up. FAILOW: so uh
FAILOW: whyre you even down here
FAILOW: i mean were sorta pretty far into the facility and i dun even know how i got out here ==> shoosh before the man decides you're annoying and terrible and awful and just kills you Yes. Good. Do that. Just do that thing where your lips are covering your teeth. Now keep them like that. |
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 5:02:07 GMT -6
==> SI: Make friends, dammit! [/size][/b] You're trying! This isn't easy! You should be friends with this guy. He can clean anything, or so you've heard. He might be able to solve your...problem.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Faillow.
SLAIER: Let's be..friends.
SLAIER: I can tell your a weak little wiggler just from looking at you.
SLAIER: So, I'll fuck up anyone that tries to mess with you, and in return...
SLAIER: You will "clean" all instances of cactus from reality.
SLAIER: Do you find this proposal to be acceptable? [/spoiler] Fuck cactus. Just, fuck them right into oblivion.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: To be completely honest, I'm not entirely certain how I came to be here.
I uhm...fell through the ceiling. [/spoiler] You casually point up. Sure enough, there is a Slaier shaped hole right above you.
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 5:18:58 GMT -6
==> agree. Making friends is good. Less people to bash your face in. FAILOW: uhm
FAILOW: sure
FAILOW: what kind of cactuses may i inquire
FAILOW: cause i csn clean just about anytuing but
FAILOW: cactuses dont really seem all that bvad
FAILOW: they just sit there and
FAILOW: and
FAILOW: do nothing i guess
FAILOW: although i guess it does hurt then you walk ionto them or they get thrown aqt you or somerthing And removing things from reality isn't a very easy thing to do, either. Though you figure you could just launch them out into space or toss them into a bottomless pit. Plenty of those around here. Plenty of space, too. So either one would do. |
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 5:25:29 GMT -6
==> SI: Explain hatred of cacti [/size][/b] It's time to begin building the anti-cactus army. You briefly ponder the best way to explain your irrational hatred of cacti to Failow. It dawns on you that he may not want to invoke Lofora's anger in this matter. To hell with it, there's always casualties in war.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Super cacti.
SLAIER: They don't die when you kill them.
SLAIER: Lofora, for as harmless as she seems, grows them.
SLAIER: Tell me, Failow, do you know what makes up a cactus?
SLAIER: They have bodies made of fury, inside of them there is a juice made entirely from the tears of wigglers and adorable baby barkbeasts, and then there's the spines, the spines..
SLAIER: They are composed of an undeniable and unrelenting hatred for the living.
SLAIER: Cacti don't just sit there.
SLAIER: They plot my destruction! [/spoiler] |
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 5:41:10 GMT -6
==> believe him Surely your new friend would never lie to you. Cacti seem like a pretty serious threat. What if he's right? What if they're going to kill everyone? You don't want to die on this rock, especially not because of terrifying evil plants. FAILOW: that uhm
FAILOW: sounds pretty serious
FAILOW: and terrifying
FAILOW: ill definitely be on the lookout for any thorned menaces.
FAILOW: and ill dispose of thwem howrever i can ==> contemplate spiny death Oh gog, what if they come for you in your sleep? Not that you do that nearly enough, but you'll be doing it even less now. Worms, sure, there was pretty much no way worms could survive on a rock like this. But you hadn't even considered all the other terrible things. Sure, there were those weird monsters in the tanks, but they were almost never a problem. These cacti though... if someone was growing them then they may already have an entire army. They could overtake you at any second. ==> stop thinking before you become terrified and start crying Good plan. Should have thought of it before you started thinking about a horrible death though. |
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 5:52:29 GMT -6
==> SI: Be satisfied with leadership skills [/size][/b] You pat yourself on the back. Mission accomplished. You have come to the conclusion that Failow may or may be too afraid to even help you murder the cacti at this point. However, you will still consider this a success, as you are making new friends, and that is the important thing.
But, seriously, the cacti need to die.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Make no mistake Failow, the will come for you.
SLAIER: Tracking dirt all over your nice, clean floors.
SLAIER: The fiends. [/spoiler] Content that you have driven the final nail in the Cacti's coffin, you set about bringing up a less nauseating subject.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You see to like order.
SLAIER: Does it bother you that my horns are asymmetrical?
SLAIER: Be honest.
SLAIER: I envy you symmetrical horned trolls... [/spoiler] |
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Post by magius on Jun 11, 2012 6:04:21 GMT -6
==> fear Sleep? That's not a thing you'll be doing any time soon. The dirt and cacti may be in cahoots. Together they may even be an unstoppable force. This is not something you need to even think about. ==> examine horns His horns are so much bigger than yours. Which isn't very surprising, seeing as he's pretty big. And a highblood. Does that have anything to do with horn size? You have no idea. FAILOW: nnno? not atall
FAILOW: they're sorta cool actually
FAILOW: as long as theyrecle an anhyway
FAILOW: it must be poretty easy for you, having such big horns and all The only thing worse than dirt on the floor is dirt on trolls, you think. |
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Post by slayer on Jun 11, 2012 6:13:03 GMT -6
==> SI: Feel better about horns [/size][/b] One says your horns are social commentary, the other says they're cool. Maybe having weird horns is okay? You stare at Failow for a second, rubbing your horns to make sure they're clean. They are. You are a clean troll, you are. Showering is a must for you, and that has everything to do with you not wanting to risk dieing from being out of the water for too long.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Pretty sure they're clean. Pretty sure I'M clean.
SLAIER: You think these are big?
SLAIER: You should see the previous emperor, his horns make mine look like twigs. [/spoiler] It might be nice to have huge gaudy horns. It seems that all highbloods tend to skew towards showy horns, and you just happened to hit the evolutionary jackpot with the giant fucking stinger attached to your cranium.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I talk about me too much, don't I?
SLAIER: Tell me about you?
SLAIER: I don't think I've ever actually spoken to anyone more than three castes lower than myself.
SLAIER: In person, at least. [/spoiler] |
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