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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on Mar 31, 2013 19:45:16 GMT -6
==> Enter.Before we begin... let us back up one moment. ==> Backtrack.Your name is RAKO OSGOOD, and you are completely and 100% blind. That's not a big deal to you, but it can be quite the hindrance sometimes. Like right now. You're a little lost, despite being in your own room, because your assistant has stepped out and you have misplaced your server CD. You believe the CD in your hand is the client CD, but there's really no definite way to check. You run your fingers over the case, and thankfully enough the lettering is slightly raised. Unfortunately you aren't particularly well acquainted with English letters anyways so you aren't sure if it really is the CD you think it is. You assume it is the correct CD and continue on your way to beginning the game. If you've inferred correctly, then you are supposed to begin the game by either helping someone begin theirs, or asking someone else to help you begin yours. You aren't a huge fan of teamwork, but understand it's a necessity in some situations, this being one of them. ==> Pester Server.You have predetermined that your server will be Bree, even though you aren't that familiar with the guy. You open pesterchum and immediately minimize the flashing window from the Team Two memo. It's irrelevant at the moment. Instead you hover through all the chumhandles on your list before coming across what you believe is Bree's handle.
-- composingDominican [CD] began pestering entropicInfluencer [EI] at ??:?? --
CD: greetings, bree~
CD: i understand that we aren't quite familiar with each other... but i figured you would be quite the viable candidate to be my server so that i may begin playing this game... and because i plan on being the first of team two to enter, i require your assistance post-haste~
[/blockquote] [/size] You brush your hand over the surface of your desk until you come across your supposedly client CD, and feel around the edge of your computer until you find the slot and slide the disk inside. You're almost positive there is a fascinating animation on your screen.
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Post by Bree LaVonne on Apr 3, 2013 13:58:49 GMT -6
==> Respond.You sit at your desk and feel the slight vibrations of your phone going off. That's right, that game. The one your manager picked up. Well... HALF picked up. Apparently it shipped separately, however fundamentally ridiculous that was, and you claimed your server copy before your clientside. So you were gonna sit back and watch others have fun from your shitty internet. Joy.
EI: awrite chickadee
EI: it was rako right
EI: like
EI: i dunno i think i may have seen you in a memo or two but other than that
EI: hi im bree
EI: anyways okay so everybody and their fucking uncle has made a big deal about this game
EI: and once again my luck failed me. all i gots the server shit
EI: so lucky you, you get to rock it posthaste into the world of supposed wonder
EI: eg the screen of a computer
EI: im installin my server junk now
You pop the disk in and pause. The auto-read appears. Install? No fucking shit, Sherlock. And when your finger brushed over your mouse button, you watched with an unreasonable anxiety as the loading screen to SBURB took over your dashboard. Clouds. Music. The beat felt almost like a countdown. Chimes rang through the tour bus and the normal sounds of the swirling winds and grinding road was easily muffled by the strange ambiance. A Spirograph lit up the screen and you looked around. Your brother was asleep, your manager in the driving compartment. Suddenly you felt extremely... Alone. Sburb finished loading and the splash image of a green house with multiple additions floated into view. And as it faded, you were staring into a room you didn't recognize, at a girl you were entirely unfamiliar with, who was feeling around her area. The graphics were so realistic it was ridiculous and as you realized what was happening you suddenly felt extremely invasive.
EI: okay so theres a big fucking problem
EI: i need an explanation on what kind of game this is
EI: a sim
EI: hell to the fucking no i think like im seeing you in person on my screen
EI: i didnt read the manual
EI: is this supposed to be whats goin down
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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on Apr 4, 2013 18:23:31 GMT -6
==> Begin.From the numerous pings you are getting from Bree, you assume that your client has connected to his server and the game has officially "begun". You were expecting more sounds besides the short little loading tune that had played a short while ago, but you aren't very familiar with games in the first place so you were not really sure what to expect anyways. ==> Respond.You wait for your automated reading program to verbally inform you of bree's messages before responding to them. When he mentions possibly seeing you in real life, the hairs on the back of your neck stiffen. You turn your head around; a useless gesture since you cant see anyways. ==> Reply.
CD: um... i do not know how that is possible...
CD: but i have no way of confirming your suspicions... because i do not know what i look like~
CD: oh wait~
CD: okay... did the person on your screen just stand up?
[/blockquote] [/size] You feel around momentarily for your staff before hoisting yourself up and out of your seat. Again, you move your head around as if you could see, even though you cannot. [/font] |
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Post by Bree LaVonne on Apr 6, 2013 11:15:53 GMT -6
==> Duh!It's around the point that she's listening to a broadcast of your message that you realize she's blind. Whether it's her eyes or the mask that covered half of her face, she can't see. Then... how was she to play the game? This seemed a little detrimental to any gamer's plans.
EI: i think we should just agree
EI: that i can see you
EI: with your princess mask and cute little cane
EI: so sburb is a sims game
EI: in which your client is like
EI: i dunno
EI: oh shit i got game menus imma check it out
After the initial surprise, you discover sparks of curiosity on how you can interact with the world. First thing you notice is that you start with some basic points. Maybe it's for the tutorial. It doesn't take you long to discover you can add space to the house. You add a small bit here and there, trying to avoid using too much of it. In time you also discover basic, no-cost utensils to use. Hmm... You mouse over them to discover that they give a ghost icon for pre-placement so you can easier measure things. Fucking perfect, they just made your day. You change the walls around here and there with your limited supplies, and eventually make enough space for everything. It's only... you're hesitant to begin.
EI: so like im changing some parts of your house
EI: well
EI: walls and shit
EI: so dont try leanin against no shit because there might not be a wall here anymore
EI: capiche princess?
EI: also im findin free shit- some totem pole bullshit and like somefin that looks like some kinda test tube
EI: since this is your house ill humbly wait on your lead
EI: plus like i have no idea what they do so youll have to discover that yourself
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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on Apr 22, 2013 12:51:43 GMT -6
==> Be Curious.You frown just slightly at the thought of Bree being able to see whatever you do. Using your cane, you swing it lightly back and forth across the floor of your room, feeling the walls for any changes. You don't wander too far from your computer, and re-seat yourself after making sure your furniture wasn't moved. You suppose the walls moving would be all right, as long as your stuff isn't moved. You have no way of figuring out where they had been moved too. ==> Inform Bree of Concerns.Upon returning to your computer, you prop your cane against the desk and type out a friendly message.
CD: i suppose that is a rather reasonable assumption to make... I would request that you refrain from moving my furniture around, though... simply due to the fact that i have no way of finding it again unless you tell me where it is~
CD: i do not wish to embark on a scavenger hunt for my belongings~
[/blockquote] [/size] After sending those messages, you pause for a moment, considering his next messages. Despite the idea of more things being added into your room unsettling you, you suppose there really is no other way to win the game, and you are in it to win it.
CD: since there is probably no other way to succeed in this game... i suppose you will have to place those items in my room~
CD: if possible... i would appreciate if you could somehow make a noise indicating where the items have been placed... so that i may find them without too much trouble~
You sit quietly in your computer chair, awaiting the sound of movement.
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Post by Bree LaVonne on Apr 28, 2013 17:06:00 GMT -6
==> Fiddle Around!The menu is easy to navigate- it soon becomes apparent that the game runs on some type of... building material. Grist, they call it. And that building material is used to build onto the house. So it's like the Sims money, real deal. But apparently peeps get freeby items, the ugly needle totem thing and the weird tank with a odd little chimney. Also some alchemy thing with a funky symbol on it. They get placed randomly around the house. The totem is easy enough to place- you throw it in Rako's bedroom, against a wall. It makes an audible 'thump' where it's placed- hopefully Rako could hear that. The alchemiter goes in what looks like an antichamber of a bathroom. Unfortunately, your meddling sends the toilet crashing against a wall. Wonderful. The tank is set happily in an odd spot between some end tables in a room of the house you aren't familiar with. You quickly tell Rako.
EI: yo i went ahead and threw yer sh- uh, stuff in yer bedroom, yer bathroom, and the bigger room outside
EI: the hell kinda gig you runnin chickadee
EI: that shits like
EI: classy
EI: and ive lived a life in luxury myself
EI: anyways check that shit out if you can
EI: get a servant to help you or somefin
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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on May 17, 2013 11:29:53 GMT -6
==> Listen.Quiet thumps and crashes are heard every now and then, and to the best of your ability you form a mental image of what your room probably looks like now. You pause the automatic reader that starts to list off Bree's messages momentarily, and consider what to say or do next. You really do have no idea how your room is oriented now. You wish your personal assistant was around to help you. ==> Sigh.You do so, and slowly tap out a reply.
CD: all right, then...
CD: To answer your question, I work and live in an Opera house~ It is reassuring to know that my abode is visually pleasing...a shame I cannot enjoy its luxurious appearance~
CD: but I digress...
CD: I'm going to assume it's safe for me to wander my room, then...
CD: be right back~
[/blockquote] [/size] You clip a small microphone to your outfit and activate voice typing, then grab your staff and begin to feel around your room, cautious of the new obstacles. You find what appears to be a thick cylindrical object resting against the wall. You pick it up, and run your fingers along its surface, trying to clue in on what it might be. The object is completely smooth and has no identifying features that you can tell by touch.
RAKO: Hey, Bree...
RAKO: Do you mind telling me what it is I am holding?
RAKO: It feels like a can without a lid...What do I do with this?
There are quiet watery noises coming from your bathroom. Dripping, splashing, spraying... You feel a small bit of anxiety regarding what probably happened in there. The expenses will be colossal, for sure. The number of shows you will have to perform in order to make up the damage costs...Although you suppose you don't mind, since you do love your job very much.
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Post by Bree LaVonne on May 17, 2013 12:12:54 GMT -6
==> Pieces of the Puzzle...You watch with a small smirk as Rako feels the cylinder- that would be the totem. For the totem needle thing sitting right across the room for her. You'd had to force open the top of that thing in the living room- Wait. Your eyes flicker to the side of the screen, where a tiny-ass black screen has seemingly turned on. Zooming in with the '+' key you discover a timer has activated. Suddenly, you go a little cold. 4:06. It had been a little bit since you've noticed it, but it must have turned on just as you'd freed that strange cylinder.
EI: rako we got a prob yo
EI: a timers goin down
EI: you got about four minutes it says
EI: and i still dont even fuckin know what is goin on
EI: like whats it counting down to
EI: boss battle?
EI: well shit take that cylinder to the cylinder carver. its on the other side of yer room-
EI: its like a thin but tall rectangle- it has a spot for that thing
EI: i dunno what it does tho
EI: guess well find out huh
You're not sure why you feel so anxious. It's just a game right? You stare out the window, trying to rationalize what the hell is happening with this strange sim game and watch as a meteor streaks through the atmosphere far in the distance. Hmm... Meteor shower during the day? Strange. [/style] |
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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on May 21, 2013 15:17:41 GMT -6
==>Your lips curl downward slightly in the beginning of a frown when Bree mentions a time limit. There's already enough difficulty in this challenge due to your blindness, setting a time limit as well is just overkill. You don't really want to run the risk of losing because of how stupid you think this game is set up though, so you tuck the totem under your arm and grab your staff, feeling your way over to the cylinder carver as quickly as possible. You bump into a large object, and run your fingers over it. It seems like a machine, so you assume its the carver that Bree was mentioning earlier.
RAKO: This is the carver, right?
[/blockquote] [/size] Your hands run across a circular platform that seems to match the size of the cylinder, so you go ahead and put it on that. There's a whirring, and then clicking as you assume the machine picks up the cylinder. Continuing to do your best to gauge what to do next, your fingers wander across what feels like a cd slot. Actually...it feels more like a captchalogue card slot. Right now, your sylladex only has your throwing knives and some cute outfits and the ashes of your previous caretaker, so you don't really want to input any of those.
RAKO: hey, Bree...
RAKO: is there a card I am supposed to put here...?
RAKO: what am I supposed to do next..
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You wait for further instruction from your server, fiddling with the hems of your skirt idly. You wonder what kind of outfit you're wearing right now.
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Post by Bree LaVonne on May 30, 2013 20:54:59 GMT -6
==> PauseYou stop scanning the screen as she mentions something about a card slot. Awh fuck, you did miss something! Way to go- you pause to remember your horrible luck and curse it to the high heavens. In a second you slide the strange captchacard her way, placing it haphazardly on the totem thing. EI: aight chickadee you got your card
EI: now use that shit quick
EI: this timers kinda creepin me out
EI: uh
EI: okay so my guess is that this weird 'totem' is like
EI: okay
EI: ive got no fucking clue
EI: but i put a third thing in your bathroom
EI: you had plenty o space in that chamber of dayum
EI: so yeah i might have made a little more space
EI: just tap tap tap around the walls and youll prolly find it
EI: im thinkin this shit goes on that Jesus, you think. You didn't realize how hard it was to explain things to a person who has no sight. Colors are pretty much out the window, and you have no idea how to tell her the odd machinations you're laying around her property. [/style] |
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Post by RAKO OSGOOD on Jun 9, 2013 14:33:35 GMT -6
==> Resume.You feel around the machine for where Bree might have left the card, and find it resting on top of the totem/cylinder thing. You still have no idea what it is. You slide the card into the slot and the machine hums to life. You take a step back as it goes to work, and there's a weird sort of scratching noise as does its thing. It stops after a couple minutes and you hear sliding noises, then silence from the machine. Tentatively, you reach your hands out and collect the...no longer cylindrical object from its place on the contraption. Now, its side is riddled with dips and curves. You captchalogue the totem and pick up your walking stick. To the bathroom.
RAKO: so, Bree...I am to take this thing to the contraption in my bathroom right?
RAKO: is there anything else i should do?
RAKO: or any other modifications to my living space that i should be aware of?
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