==> Reni: Install game. (OCIA/OPEN)

[reni]

==> Reni: Install Game.

You've has quite enough of this hectic nonsense. Ever since you've woken up all you've done is talk to people and drink tequila. Frankly, there's only so much of that you can take before getting bored. You have both of your disks and you figure you should just pop in the client disk. You don't, though. You just stare at it. Ocia is going to be seeing you. He had better not read your mind. You take a long swig of your tequila, followed by finishing your cigarette.

eminentDilettante [ED] began pestering nihilPhilanthropist [NP] at --:--

ED: hello ocia
ED: ill get down to business right away
ED: however with a short preface
ED: do not read my mind nor do any of your unusual psychic nonsense to me or my belongings
ED: you have to be my server player and i want to trust you but its rather difficult to be completely honest
ED: in addition i suppose we should get on that sburb game sooner rather than later
ED: many of our friends and fellow teammates are getting impatient

[threeam3]

NP: Reni.
NP: I don't...
NP: Read minds.
NP: Simple. Clean. The only thing I can physically see are memories.
NP: But the person has to be completely compliant for that.
NP: And it is through touch.
NP: In other words.
NP: Can we not talk about my...
NP: Uhm...
NP: Issues?
NP: You have nothing to worry about.
NP: Okay so boot up your client.
NP: I have the server ready for you.
NP: I had a feeling...
NP: That we might be working together soon.

[reni]

==> Reni: Seethe.

He's hiding something. You pop the disk in and quickly empty your bottle of tequila before throwing the empty bottle out of your window. You don't need to worry about this world anymore.

ED: right
ED: then we should have no problems
ED: they needed to be addressed before we began working so intimately together
ED: secrets cannot be held if mutual trust can be established
ED: i learned that from a broadway coach
ED: he said i had the most potential hed ever seen in someone my age
ED: but enough about that
ED: i should be ready momentarily
ED: just dont mess up my stuff too much

You captchalogue all of your movie posters as "posters". You then captchalogue your tequila collection, which is quite extensive, as "tequila", then get your revolvers and throw those into your strife specibus. You captchalogue your cartons of cigarettes next as "cartons". You're ready. And from one look at your computer, it seems as if that's ready, too. You cross your arms in front of your chest and wait, not quite sure what you're doing.

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[threeam3]

NP: No secrets?
NP: Uhm if that is what you want.
NP: I can hear the voices of Elder Gods.
NP: And I can partially see into the future.
NP: Also...
NP: Well I don't require a strife specibus.
NP: I'll leave it at that.
NP: But let's get to business.

==>: NP: Give Her The Good Stuff.

God damnit, that voice is getting irritating.

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Ocia opened up the Sburb interface, looking over the items. Well whaddaya know? They got a few more freebies. Reni was going to have it easy it seemed. Her home was nice as well- simple enough, she had plenty of room on her roof.

Which was where everything was going.

Alchemiter on one corner, totem lathe against the backside of the door-room box thing. The cruxite machine that would inevitably release the kernelsprite was neatly placed in the center, not too far off from the door. He made sure to drop the three necessary items there- in fact, he even upgraded a few. Laser readers for the cards and et cetera.

NP: Have a hey-day.
NP: Would you like me to tell you what you have to do?
NP: Or would you rather experiment?
NP: You choice.

[reni]

==> Reni: Know it.

You knew it. All of this talk of the elder gods is very unnerving. But he's hiding more. He even told you he was hiding more, explicitly, right there in his words. You'll act like it. And you'll work with him. But you aren't about to trust Ocia Lavonne any time soon.

You are standing in your room hearing some unnerving bumps on the roof. Are these the meteors? You almost consider telling him to hurry, but you recall that the game can't kill you. You'll be fine. You're required for entry. It's one of those game designs that make you feel like you're in trouble when you aren't. You flip your hair. Soft and silky smooth as ever.

ED: tell me what to do
ED: i fear i have no idea what im doing
ED: i also hope you dont mind me lighting up
ED: this is very stressful

You acquire a carton, take a pack from it, take a single cigarette from the pack, recaptchalogue everything, take out your LIGHTER, light it, and recaptchalogue that too. You take a nice drag, waiting for Ocia's next word. He's going to tell you what to do? Maybe things won't be so bad after all. You can never resist putting forth a lack of effort.

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[threeam3]

==>: NP: You Are Creepy Did You Know?

Fuck you.

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The blue-eyed psiionic moved his cursor to the cruxite dispenser.

NP: This machination will dispense a strange cylinder...
NP: You will take it to the totem lathe and I will give you a card that will...
NP: Condition the cylinder.
NP: After which you will take it to the strange building in the corner.
NP: And with the cylinder placed...
NP: It will create an item.
NP: I want you to smash the hell out of it.
NP: By the way-
NP: Do it quickly.
NP: Because after we open this maching...
NP: You will die when it hits 00:00.

With that, he brushed his hair out of his face, still gazing over his monitor. With a single click and a slight nudge of his hand he picked up an air conditioning unit from the wall, slamming it against the top of the cruxite dispenser. The top opened with a flash and the Kernelsprite floated out.

NP: I forgot to mention.
NP: This is your Kernelsprite.
NP: If he touches anything the enemies gain its powers.
NP: I'll be here if you need me.
NP: But I'm simultaneously running from radioactive enemies.
NP: But I think I'll be alright.
NP: And I generally have...
NP: A good sense of intuition.
NP: Hehe.

[reni]

==> Reni: Do a whole lot of running around.

A future movie star shouldn't be forced into such a situation. You scowl and make your way to where he put the items, not even looking for a timer. The game won't kill you and you know it, no matter what Ocia says. Protagonistic immunity. You might be able to die later, but nobody dies in the tutorial.

The kernelsprite is immediately annoying. You still go about your business. You take the cylinder, and also the card, placing both on the totem lathe that you recognize from placing in Mori's dungeon. It makes the cylinder into a thing that might be used for something.

The kernelsprite is still annoying you. It's right next to you, making noises. You give it a death glare. You want it gone. Moving on. You leisurely stroll to the building in the corner. You place the item onto the thing and the kernelsprite begins going crazy.

You get angry, flicking your cigarette at the awful thing and casually not paying any more attention to it. Maybe it'll relax for a while. You take this opportunity, as the item pops out, to check your timer. Five seconds. You knew it. You were never in any danger.

ED: im assuming this is the grand finale babe
ED: ill be in momentarily

You turn and look at the meteor headed straight for you. Smirking, you smash the bottle made from the various machines, and a bright light engulfs you.

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