|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 15, 2012 19:01:30 GMT -6
BK: Fondly regard formation.
♚ Hmm. Yes that is a great formation. This is something that pleases you greatly. Today is they day you have been waiting for since the beginning of this universe, and incidentally, every universe preceding and succeeding it. It is a day that will always, will have always, and never fail to, happen.
♚ It is the day that you will defeat the White King, and use his scepter to trigger The Reckoning. This is something you know, and your inverse counterpart, whom you are regarding over the temporary cease-fire that is currently hanging over your Battlefield like a damp towel, knows this as well.
♚ The battle itself is merely a formality, something the Prospitians fight in only due to a sense of ingrained duty rather than any sense of hope, you think. After all, as soon as the game began the outcome was already set in stone. All the White Pieces could do was buy as much time as they could for the Players. To that end, a cease-fire could only help their cause, but you are feeling generous. Sadistically generous, but generous none the less. Your battle will resume when the first light of your scepters comes alive with the first prototype.
♚ Until then you are currently fiddling with something new. A transceiver of sorts that you understand can be used for communication, though the nuances of it are rather tricky. Perhaps if you had lived in a world where Instant Messaging was something common you would not be so flummoxed, but as that has not been the case, you are. You send a message. ♚
[style=width:300px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ I do not agree with the color of this text, it will be inverted. [/style] [/font][/center][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by alexander on Apr 15, 2012 19:11:50 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Invert Text Color
Righto. [/center] And sitting at his computer, Alex would receive the message that the Black King had sent out. Suddenly an irresistible urge overcame him. He had only one urge, but it was something that he had to indulge, as if it was an order that had come from God himself. A divine mandate that he absolutely had to follow.
He had to change his text color. Right away. As soon as possible and without question.
ZA: I need to invert this text color.
ZA: There we go.
ZA: Wait, what the fuck?
ZA: Why did I do that?
ZA: That was stupid.
|
|
|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 15, 2012 19:30:56 GMT -6
==> Turn on monitor.
♚ Yes, this is something you feel would be advisable. The device you were currently fiddling with had a flat screen of sorts, which, had you known anything about such things, would have looked to be ripped right off of a larger terminal.
♚ These are things you did not know, however, and turning on the screen was more or less a fluke. Not that you would ever admit to something as un-regal as having flukes.
♚ On the screen you see a boy that you do not readily identify now, but will certainly see more of through the course of the day, and then again 413 years in the future.
♚ It is a Player.
♚ As this is a substantial discovery you momentarily ignore the fact that the text on this contraption is obstinately disobeying you to delve further into this matter. ♚
[style=width:300px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ Pardon me, Predestined Player, you will announce who you are and what you are doing immediately. [/style] [/font][/center][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by alexander on Apr 15, 2012 19:44:06 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Announce who you are and what you are doing.
Wait, why do you want to do that? Seems a bit odd. But well, if that's what you want to do, then go for it. [/center] As if on cue, Alex rose from his seat, placing a foot on his chair, striking a heroic post. His eyes were filled with a sudden flare of pride, and it was clear that he had no idea what he was doing, or why he was doing it. His life was clearly not his own right now.
ALEX: I, Alexander Sorele, must announce that I am sitting at my computer.
ALEX: Wait.
ALEX: Why did I say that?
ALEX: Why did I do that?
ALEX: I...
ALEX: What.
ALEX: I don't get it.
He sat back down, a little confused at what was going on. This was just all too weird.
|
|
|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 15, 2012 20:06:52 GMT -6
==>
♚ You continue to ignore the fact that your text is still colored white. This is difficult for you. You are fairly sure if anyone saw you using this despicable color you would have to disembowel them personally. Especially if it was the White King, though you suppose you had planned to do that anyway.
♚ The point is, your opposite counterpart, should he see this display of inverse color frivolity, may indulge himself in thoughts of a victorious nature. This is something he does not merit in any capacity, regardless of how appealing that expression may look on the alabaster regal's countenance.
♚ You glance up at said counterpart. He is not looking this way. This is unacceptable to you. Does he not understand the utter terror and destruction you are about to forcibly inflict upon him and his subjects? You like to believe he doesn't.
♚ This game cannot start soon enough. ♚
[style=width:350px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ Very well, Player Sorele, why are you not Playing the Game with your companions? [/style] [/font][/center][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by alexander on Apr 15, 2012 20:16:05 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Talk back to the voice.
You know, they say talking to yourself is a sign of genius.
They also say that talking back is a sign of insanity. [/center] The question rose in his mind. Why wasn't he playing the game with his friends? Well, the simplest answer had to be that he had yet to actually receive the damn game. And he wasn't going to be a pirate. Nosiree, he had standards. Actual standards that he would not violate just so he could get something about a day sooner than he normally would.
His friends all agreed that they wouldn't use the receiving order as a means of getting a nasty head start. They were cooler than that. At least, he liked to think so. He hoped they wouldn't try to cheat. He at least wouldn't. He might install, but definitely not play.
ALEX: We need to get those discs already.
ALEX: As is, the wait's already getting a bit unbearable.
ALEX: But such is life.
|
|
|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 15, 2012 20:56:43 GMT -6
==>
♚ Well, this is something unexpected. It seems that, at this point in time, the screen is showing you events in the player's life that occurred before the start of the game. You do not see the purpose in this, and so it is mildly irritating. And by mildly irritating you mean infuriating, but you are enough of a King to not blow your top. No, a King's anger should be directed only toward the Battlefield, and viciously maiming and killing all of his enemies. Pointless yelling will get you no where.
♚ You regard the device again. At least the Player seems properly suited to taking commands. You find this to be a commendable quality in anyone other than yourself. You briefly wonder if this is one of the Players currently asleep on Derse. To your limited knowledge, none of them have risen, and the entirely of the planet is anxious for their awakening.
♚ Despite the fact that you, and the political capacity of Derse, will be actively working against their ultimate goal, you do not hold them in contempt. It is, after all, their actions that will lead you to victory, and your victory that will lead to their actions. Anything afterwards is not to be predicted, and so there is nothing to feel angry about. Yet.
♚ You consider this Player more carefully. ♚
[style=width:350px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ I see. This excuse is acceptable, for now. You will, however, upon entering the Game, remember to prototype something suitably dangerous and fit for regal utilization. [/style] [/font][/center][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by alexander on Apr 15, 2012 21:08:53 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Remember to prototype something suitably dangerous and fit for regal utilization.
You have no idea what prototyping is. [/center] To reflect this, Alex began to do something that one probably wouldn't really expect him to do. He started flailing, thrashing about as the command entered his system. Oh dear, apparently he had no idea what the hell he was being told to do. Which meant that it was a command that he could not follow. Sometimes it didn't help to have the advantages of time shenanigans.
So all that could be done was flail on his part. Poor Alexander.
|
|
|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 15, 2012 21:42:21 GMT -6
==>
♚ You stare perplexed at the fidgeting human on your screen. You have no idea why he is now currently throwing about his limbs in such an unseemly fashion, but for some reason you consider the possibility that it might be your fault. This thought is preposterous, however, and so you disregard it immediately.
♚ This is confusing. The manner in which you are giving the Player commands is as perplexing as it is frustrating, and you seriously doubt you will ever get the hang of it. You wonder if there is a way to make the screen show you a segment of time closer to, or, even more favorably, after, the Game is being played. There are no controls on your screen however, and so, aggravatingly, you are at it's mechanical whimsy in this.
♚ You figure the Player has done enough flailing. ♚
[style=width:350px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ Excuse me, Player, but you will stop flailing. You will stop flailing this instant. [/style] [/font][/center][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by alexander on Apr 15, 2012 21:48:16 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Stop flailing.
No paradox there! [/center] That little subconscious voice could be heard. It was telling him to stop flailing. Or maybe that wasn't his subconscious voice and what he heard was actually his brain telling him that he looked really really stupid like that and should probably stop immediately. One may never know. Either way, they would get the result they were looking for. Alexander would slowly stop his flailing, and return to normal. The human looked around, making sure that nobody saw his flailing.
Oh Alexander, if you only knew.
ALEX: What.
ALEX: Why am I doing this.
|
|
|
|
Post by kobra2 on Apr 19, 2012 18:40:07 GMT -6
==>
♚ Immediately, the Player stopped his shenanigans and seemed to question his own motives. You ponder once again over whether or not you had any influence in that, but once again you find that idea preposterous. Influencing Players wasn't exactly a power heralded by the Derse royalty, and so it could only be true that this particular Player was just some sort of weirdo.
♚ You have no use for human weirdos, nor a Player before he's entered the game. Despite the 'conversation', or what ever you could call this interaction, being a relatively pleasant one, you are seriously getting tired of all this white text.
♚ Maybe you might later figure out how to change your text color like the Players seemed to be capable of. What are you saying? You're the Black King, of course you'll figure it out. You're about to destroy a planet of unlimited creative potential under the weight of your wrath. As if some mechanical contraption could stop you, when the entire Prospitan army could not.
♚ Which was why you are not about to end this interaction because you are getting a bit flustered with the mechanics of this. No, of course not. You are ending it because you are the King and you decide when conversations are no longer worth your time. ♚
[style=width:350px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ Good. That is all, Player, I am finished with you. For now. Perhaps, I will contact you again during a time when interaction with you will prove more fruitful. You will go about your usual business. ♚ [/style] ♚ Alright, so... now what? You realize you might have quite some time before the first prototype is entered into the game and hatched. And this truce is starting to wear on longer than you anticipated. You consider maybe starting the fighting back up early, since you can do that, but decide you might as well play by the rules a little longer. A reputation of honesty was better than being known as treacherous after all. You could get away with a lot more that way. ♚ [/font][/center][/style] |
|
