==> BK: Scold the weirdo. [ALEX]

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==> BK: Scold the weirdo.

♚ The fighting was in full force again. Ah, how you loved the bloodshed. Naturally, the Derse army was vastly superior in every way, which is to say, they were exactly the same and just with superior leadership. You ordered the capture and murder of many a white piece as the Battlefield became more and more hostile.

♚ The first Prototype had been what set off the fighting, an even that seemed to have taken forever from your side, but it didn't seem like the Prospitan side of this war was as gleeful with the end to the ceasefire. Well, you suppose you wouldn't have been happy knowing imminent death was approaching either, but luckily for you, that is not the case. You plan to deliver a whole bunch of death though. Personally, if you can.

♚ The very first Prototype had been what you understand to be an Earth candy called a 'Twizzler', a licorice-like candy that was red. It was a rather neutral prototype, and only served to influence the game abstractions armor, which was now a sweet, somewhat sticky, candy red. For your pieces, it was removable, but not for you, (not unless you wanted to relinquish your scepter) and you will be damned before you let them take off this mess when you couldn't. So candy red armor all around.

♚ You hope that the second prototype you receive is more useful. And then, as soon as the thought crosses your mind, your scepter (and the scepter of your Prospitan opposite) begins to glow slightly. One of the pearls is lighting up, as if it heeded your royal command. Another prototype was being hatched into the world. You wait for the effects to take place with impatience.



♚ What the fuck is this?

♚ You... you're... this is a frog. Yes, it seems to be made of metal, which merges into your black carapace with a sheen of metal and bolts, and are newly armed with some sort of laser eyes and a rail gun, but above all that you are most definitely now shaped like a frog. The symbol of the universe Skaia is trying to create and your whole purpose is to destroy. This is BLASPHEMY.

♚ Somehow, you get yourself back under control and pull out the mechanical device that had allowed you to see a Player before. Perhaps you can get to the bottom of who did this thing and make preparations to end them as soon as you get the chance. Conveniently, the first Player to pop up has that Kernalsprite right next to him, and you immediately identify the culprit as the weirdo Player you communicated with previously.

[style=width:400px; padding:5px; background-color:orange;][style=background-color:black; border:3px solid yellow; color:white;]> ♚ Pardon me, Player, but what did you just do? This prototype is not merely heresy, but outright treason, on your part. I am considering, boiling out your innards and feeding them to the tortured, starving Prospitan pieces I've captured, but that hardly seems fitting punishment for this transgression, wouldn't you agree? Are you listening, Space Player?

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♚ You realize that this is not working. And so you try something a little different.

♚ Ah ha. ♚

BK: ♚ Yes, this text is far more agreeable.
BK: ♚ Pardon me, I feel this is a more articulate form of communication and I will now continue to utilize it.
BK: ♚ Now, to reiterate: What did you just do?! The frog symbolism of the universe is outright blasphemous imagery, and you dare defile the royal countenance with such heresy? I have ceased my consideration of boiling out your insides to feed to starving Prospitan slaves, as I feel that death will be too swift, and relatively painfree. I consider, as an alternative, ripping off each of your limbs, cauterizing them, searing out your eyes, and allowing you to live out the rest of your existence as a gross mockery of your former self. Yes, that seems much more appropriate, don't you agree?

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[alexander]

==>; ZA: Declare blashpemy!

You absolutely must!

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While Alex was busy with his current predicament, he would take a brief moment to stare back up at his kernelsprite, looking at it for a brief moment before he shook his fist at the thing. "This is blasphemy!" He would cry at the thing. It didn't seem to take any offense, mainly because it didn't seem all that sentient at the moment. But the fact of the matter was here he was, screaming at his kernelsprite, for no real reason other than his subconscious voice was telling him to. Though he quickly regained control of himself. "I... what the fuck?" Only to be pulled out again by more pestering.

He looked at the name. Someone else pestering him about Metal Gear.

Who's this douche bag?

ZA: One moment.
ZA: Getting harassed by aliens.
ZA: And uh, someone else.
ZA: Ok.
ZA: Now who are you?
ZA: And you realize I could just kill myself, right?

[kobra2]

==>

♚ Yes, it seems that this is the proper way of communication with the Players. The Space Player was even capable of response this time, which is both interesting and irritating. You dislike talking to yourself, and so the interaction is refreshing, but, like with many interactions you have, it seems the Space Player is not as submissive to your authority as you would like. He even has the audacity to give you cheek.

♚ You were able to find out, since the last time you saw him, that he is a Prospit dreamer, and you are no longer disappointed by that fact. ♚

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ Ah, excuse me for not introducing myself, I am The Black King, and does it seem like I am concerned with your inter-universal troubles?
BK: ♚ I can assure you this is not the case.
BK: ♚ And I imagine your attempts to wriggle your way to an easy death sans-limbs and eyes, will be suitable entertainment for my court.
BK: ♚ I raise no issue with this ribbit.
BK: ♚ ...
BK: ♚ Pardon me, but what even is this?! I am uttering blasphemous sounds now? This is your fault Player.

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[alexander]

ZA: Oh, you're the Black King.
ZA: Well hell.
ZA: Guess it really did get you guys too.
ZA: And.
ZA: Actually, I can just shut off oxygen to my brain.
ZA: It's a trick of mine.
ZA: I can tweak my body as I please.
ZA: So yeah, quick, painless death that can't be prevented.
ZA: But yeah, perhaps remove your scepter thingy?
ZA: As that sound of yours, the ribbit, is the sound a frog makes.
ZA: Fairly benign.

[kobra2]

==>

♚ The cheek of this Player. ♚

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ Interesting.
BK: ♚ I do hope this skill is utilized.
BK: ♚ I will make a point to ensuring this happens.
BK: ♚ Ribbit. These 'ribbits' are not benign in the slightest. It is the sound of the despicable Frogger scum. Speaker of the Vast Joke.
BK: ♚ How dare you do this? Ribbit?
BK: ♚ The croaks are becoming more far more frequent, damn you, Player.
BK: ♚ Relinquishing my scepter would mean the dark's defeat, which is a universal impossibility. And so it falls on me to endure, ribbit, this humiliation.
BK: ♚ I would just like to say, I will remember you, Prince of Space.

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[alexander]

ZA: You know.
ZA: I was once told.
ZA: That as a Prince, or Destroyer, of Space.
ZA: I could wipe out the universe.
ZA: If I felt like it.
ZA: So yes.
ZA: Threatening me is likely not the best of ideas.
ZA: And Christ it is not that bad.
ZA: Ribbit.
ZA: See?
ZA: No skin off my nose.
ZA: It's just a frog.
ZA: An amphibian.
ZA: How can you possibly find it so infuriating?
ZA: And you do realize I'm giving the Prospitians a cheat sheet for that prototype, right?

[kobra2]

==>

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ Pardon me, does it not occur to you, ribbit, that the continuation of space is not, at all, one of our objectives? Please don't underestimate us.
BK: ♚ In this way, your prospective power is not so much a threat to us, as it is a liability to your session, ribbit, Player. In fact, I will not trouble myself thinking of the utilization of your ability, until we meet in person, after the White King dies.
BK: ♚ It matters not what advantages you give the side of light, they are destined to fail.
BK: ♚ This is as much a certainty as the countdown provided by the game for your convenience. There is something of a countdown, as well, for the utter demise of the entire Prospitan army, which I am destined to bring about. Ribbit. This is unavoidable.

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[alexander]

ZA: So no matter what, you guys are destined to win?
ZA: So there is absolutely no chance to get this to fail.
ZA: Fuck.
ZA: Well, hopefully I can at least make it more difficult for you.
ZA: I've been talking to the White Queen, actually.
ZA: So think you can answer this for me?
ZA: What's this about your Queen being much less tolerant of frogs?
ZA: Is it "Fuck this I quit" level hatred?
ZA: Be honest.

[kobra2]

==>

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ Well, I suppose it is not necessary for the White King to die, merely be defeated. He would not be happy with the arrangement, but I'm sure I could manage to keep him. Ribbit. This appeals to me. The White King would not be happy with many things I could do to him.
BK: ♚ But, yes, this is the basis of the game you play. The singular fact that you are playing this game proves that this is so, and also causes it.
BK: ♚ For that I am grateful, Player, though I will still see to your death. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ Oh, the White Queen. Yes, I'll be torturing and killing her. This is not part of the game, it would just please me greatly to kill that shrew.
BK: ♚ My Queen is a bit more vain than me, yes, but her role is more diplomatic than militaristic, as is the White Queen. I doubt whether she keeps the power or not will have any effect on the game's outcome.

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[alexander]

ZA: So the goal of the game results in Prospit's inevitable defeat.
ZA: Whereas we're supposed to bring it back from the brink.
ZA: I see.
ZA: Well, I have wished her Highness the best.
ZA: I'm sure she'll find a way to survive.
ZA: And I'm sure you know this.
ZA: But those weapons are of my making.
ZA: I could tell you their exact specs.
ZA: The element of surprise is lost on me.
ZA: Though, yes, well.
ZA: Am I to assume you're personally going to hunt me down?
ZA: Cause really, I'd rather you not use your soldiers.
ZA: Or that guy I saw on Prospit.
ZA: He was a dick.

[kobra2]

==>

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ You'll have to excuse me, but it's not my job to teach you how to play this game. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ I am merely letting you know what is an inevitability. All Dersites and Prospitans know of this fate, and so it is nothing worth keeping from you.
BK: ♚ But no, bringing back Prospit is not a goal of this game. The pieces of white only serve to buy you time while you fumble through the worlds.
BK: ♚ They are, if anything, extremely appealing distractions that I am meant to kill, ribbit.
BK: ♚ Of course I will not hunt you down, that would not be very regal of me, would it? You will come to me, naturally. And I will kill you. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ Yes, naturally, the abilities of your own prototype will not be any surprise to you. Merely to your compatriots. As theirs will be likewise to one another. Using these powers is my destiny (which you have ruined with your frog-shaped heresy, thank you, future rotting corpse, ribbit), and I neither need nor welcome help from a Prospit dreamer.

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[alexander]

ZA: No, it was a Dersite I saw on Prospit.
ZA: He was a dick.
ZA: Black carapace and all.
ZA: And back from the brink is a term.
ZA: It means winning the whole thing.
ZA: After turning it around from what seems like inevitable defeat.
ZA: And you realize I'm about to toss a heads up to my compatriots now.
ZA: Right?
ZA: Shall I inform the others to prototype amphibians?
ZA: Specifically frogs?

[kobra2]

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[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ That is unusual, though it must be my Queen's doing. She handles things off the Battlefield.
BK: ♚ Maybe I should ask her about that. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ But, no matter. These weapons prototyped with the abominable pondsquatter idol, seem quite powerful.
BK: ♚ Adapting to and utilizing these prototypes is something I am destined for, as I've said.
BK: ♚ ...Only if you would like to share your fate with the rest of your session? Perhaps you would feel lonely writhing on the floor alone, and would prefer to to have your friends prone and screaming alongside you?
BK: ♚ Tell me, Space Player, can you stop the breathing of your friends? If you can, I would recommend doing so now, before you doom them to a more uncomfortable end. Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit.

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[alexander]

ZA: They aren't going to die.
ZA: Seriously.
ZA: Most of them are too skilled for that.
ZA: The rest, I'll keep them safe.
ZA: That's my job.
ZA: I'll put it this way.
ZA: You focus too much on the battlefield.
ZA: You need to keep your eyes at home at times too.
ZA: Things happen when you're not around.
ZA: And really, I want to know.
ZA: What is it about frogs that you hate so much?

[kobra2]

==>

[style=width:400px; background-color:white; color:black; border: 1px dashed black; padding:10; text-align:justify;]BK: ♚ That statement will be tested, in time.
BK: ♚ For now, it's not any of my concern how few or many of the Players die before we meet. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ Trying to distract me from the Battlefield as well? I cannot say I blame you, but, it is my full intention to finish this in a timely manner.
BK: ♚ That is the purpose of my Queen, to run Derse while I anniliate these bleached fools. Ribbit.
BK: ♚ The hideous frog idolatry of Bilious Slick, that the Prospitans worship, is as much a plague to us as it is hope to them. As the Space Player, you'll be finding that out soon enough. Ribbit.

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