Nick awakens in a sweaty panic. "I just had a dream that someone named me Pitstink Pooforbrains and my life was utterly terrible!" he says, wiping his brow in the process. The true life that Nick leads is somewhat better than utterly terrible. In fact, it's downright manageable! When not having terrible dreams, which is an all too common event, Nick is awake and usually on some sort of gaming console. He's got a few, and the game never matters, just the challenge. Which is why today is an exciting day. A new game has come out, and while he's not overly excited about the game itself, Nick's friends have been raving about the game, meaning Nick is excited by extension.
Nick hops out of bed and don's whatever isn't totally dirty from his pile of clothes on the floor. He normally stays away from wearing something from the never ending pile of clothes, but he knows that he still has to shower. Besides, who can pick out clothes when you've got mad amounts of information to be sorting through? Information on all Nick's favorite games, and of course Sburb, the game he and his friends have been waiting for.
As Nick checks his computer, a reminder pops up that today, of all days, is his Sister's birthday. It's pretty important to remember her birthday because she was nice enough to take you in when your parents went on "Vacation" and never came back. Also, she's kinda crazy about herself and her birthday has always been similar to the coronation of a queen, at least on the level of self-importance.
Nick was prepared for this moment though. What little bonding time Nick spends with his Sis is spent watching their favorite show, "Ninja Robo-Squirrel". She thinks NRS is cute, Nick thinks NRS is badass and the differences couldn't be more obvious and cliched. Still, bonding time is bonding time and nobody can take NRS away from the both of them.
Nick searches for the birthday present, knowing that sometime soon Sis will barge into Nick's room to begin the birthday attention grabbing. If only Nick's room was easy to navigate, maybe finding the present wouldn't be such a chore.
Hope that's a good start!
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His voice carries a dry tone, leaving no possibility for accidental misinterpretation. The attack's not going to have much effect - it's merely a stopgap until he can find what'll work this time.
Cousin just stares before cackling. "He's a faerie, boy, he's a faerie boy!"
It seems like that's going to work, actually. He's cracking up at this idea and not paying too much attention.
Ben uses passive aggressive and says "A lot wouldn't have happened if dad was still alive." He gives up, and just heads outside to check the mailbox, which really isn't outside, but just a box attached to the outside of the front door.
Mom continues to use stare as he moves out to the door. Should he look back, mind, she'll be gone already. Off to whatever it is that Moms do around this time of day.
The box has a number of items inside of it, but the most important ones are two envelopes. White ones. With green spirographs on them.
Nick awakens in a sweaty panic. "I just had a dream that someone named me Pitstink Pooforbrains and my life was utterly terrible!" he says, wiping his brow in the process. The true life that Nick leads is somewhat better than utterly terrible. In fact, it's downright manageable! When not having terrible dreams, which is an all too common event, Nick is awake and usually on some sort of gaming console. He's got a few, and the game never matters, just the challenge. Which is why today is an exciting day. A new game has come out, and while he's not overly excited about the game itself, Nick's friends have been raving about the game, meaning Nick is excited by extension.
Nick hops out of bed and don's whatever isn't totally dirty from his pile of clothes on the floor. He normally stays away from wearing something from the never ending pile of clothes, but he knows that he still has to shower. Besides, who can pick out clothes when you've got mad amounts of information to be sorting through? Information on all Nick's favorite games, and of course Sburb, the game he and his friends have been waiting for.
As Nick checks his computer, a reminder pops up that today, of all days, is his Sister's birthday. It's pretty important to remember her birthday because she was nice enough to take you in when your parents went on "Vacation" and never came back. Also, she's kinda crazy about herself and her birthday has always been similar to the coronation of a queen, at least on the level of self-importance.
Nick was prepared for this moment though. What little bonding time Nick spends with his Sis is spent watching their favorite show, "Ninja Robo-Squirrel". She thinks NRS is cute, Nick thinks NRS is badass and the differences couldn't be more obvious and cliched. Still, bonding time is bonding time and nobody can take NRS away from the both of them.
Nick searches for the birthday present, knowing that sometime soon Sis will barge into Nick's room to begin the birthday attention grabbing. If only Nick's room was easy to navigate, maybe finding the present wouldn't be such a chore.
It's not that easy for him to find the birthday present, and that's kind of a problem now. Sis is already on her way. He can hear her prancing out in the hallway towards his room. Yes, it's her birthday today. He better be able to catch up quick, because there'll be hell to pay if he's not ready when she arrives.
It's not that easy for him to find the birthday present, and that's kind of a problem now. Sis is already on her way. He can hear her prancing out in the hallway towards his room. Yes, it's her birthday today. He better be able to catch up quick, because there'll be hell to pay if he's not ready when she arrives.
Damn, she doesn't waste a second! Quick Nick, dig! Dig like the wind!
Nick begins sorting through the assorted piles of his life that occupy his room. He discards the pile of laundry into a hamper that he consistently forgets exists. That area provides a nice starting place for the present search that's about to take place. He dives under the bed thinking the gift might have been stached away there, but there's nothing there except for dirt and...Whoa. Nick sees his collection of Nerf weaponry below his bed and laments that he ever forgot such an awesome (and deadly!) collection it was. Too late for pondering, the gift's not here, so Nick swiftly moves on to his desk.
Yeah, for a kid as messy as Nick is, he actually finds a use for a desk in his room, although that's doesn't imply that it's any more organized than his floor is. It's just covered in more memories, like that fake plastic gold trophy of a baseball player hitting a ball. Nick was on that team, but the trophy was really just a joke. He didn't get a hit that year. 18 games and not a single hit. It didn't really get Nick down, he was more about defense and was really good support for his teammates. Still, whenever Nick sees the trophy, he pauses to think why he had such a hard time stepping up to the plate, literally. Maybe he was afraid of the conflict between the speeding ball and his face, maybe he didn't want to hurt the ball's feelings by smacking it around or maybe, just maybe he didn't have the concentration and the eyesight to track it for a hit.
Nick doesn't often spend much time thinking about the sport though, baseball's boring, but it does make him wonder what might have been.
No time! Gotta press on! Nick flings open drawers in his search and still finds nothing, but stumbles on his cast from two years ago. Nick had recently come into possession of a fake lightsaber and some cheap video editing software and tried his hand at a viral video. He wasn't aware that attempting a frontflip off his school's playground would be dangerous, just cool and intimidating. It ended with the cast, which put his right arm out of service for a good three months. Next to his cast we little things that had occupied his time after the break, Legos. He had made some of the premade kits that they packed, but his pride and joy was the workable Lego-glove. Nick had always loved sports, even if he was terrible at them. After he was given a cast, he painted it red on the end, like a boxing glove, and made a matching glove for his left hand out of Lego's. He'd never been in a fight in his life, but Nick had always had a secret desire to be a pugilist, if only so that he might serve justice with his bare fists. Nick knows it sounds strange, but blames the combination of sports and comics for his justice-fist-fetish.
Still no gift! WAIT! Why look in the drawers of the desk when it could be completely under the desk! Sure enough, it's there, but it's pretty far back and looks like it's pinned against the wall. It's going to be a desperate scramble to snatch it out from it's trappings in time, but at least he's located it.
Get present before Sis arrives! ==>
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Evan's mildly surprised that actually worked as he ducks out to grab the mail, and hopefully the Sburb discs. It won't last forever, of course, so he needs to make the best use of his time.
Damn, she doesn't waste a second! Quick Nick, dig! Dig like the wind!
Nick begins sorting through the assorted piles of his life that occupy his room. He discards the pile of laundry into a hamper that he consistently forgets exists. That area provides a nice starting place for the present search that's about to take place. He dives under the bed thinking the gift might have been stached away there, but there's nothing there except for dirt and...Whoa. Nick sees his collection of Nerf weaponry below his bed and laments that he ever forgot such an awesome (and deadly!) collection it was. Too late for pondering, the gift's not here, so Nick swiftly moves on to his desk.
Yeah, for a kid as messy as Nick is, he actually finds a use for a desk in his room, although that's doesn't imply that it's any more organized than his floor is. It's just covered in more memories, like that fake plastic gold trophy of a baseball player hitting a ball. Nick was on that team, but the trophy was really just a joke. He didn't get a hit that year. 18 games and not a single hit. It didn't really get Nick down, he was more about defense and was really good support for his teammates. Still, whenever Nick sees the trophy, he pauses to think why he had such a hard time stepping up to the plate, literally. Maybe he was afraid of the conflict between the speeding ball and his face, maybe he didn't want to hurt the ball's feelings by smacking it around or maybe, just maybe he didn't have the concentration and the eyesight to track it for a hit.
Nick doesn't often spend much time thinking about the sport though, baseball's boring, but it does make him wonder what might have been.
No time! Gotta press on! Nick flings open drawers in his search and still finds nothing, but stumbles on his cast from two years ago. Nick had recently come into possession of a fake lightsaber and some cheap video editing software and tried his hand at a viral video. He wasn't aware that attempting a frontflip off his school's playground would be dangerous, just cool and intimidating. It ended with the cast, which put his right arm out of service for a good three months. Next to his cast we little things that had occupied his time after the break, Legos. He had made some of the premade kits that they packed, but his pride and joy was the workable Lego-glove. Nick had always loved sports, even if he was terrible at them. After he was given a cast, he painted it red on the end, like a boxing glove, and made a matching glove for his left hand out of Lego's. He'd never been in a fight in his life, but Nick had always had a secret desire to be a pugilist, if only so that he might serve justice with his bare fists. Nick knows it sounds strange, but blames the combination of sports and comics for his justice-fist-fetish.
Still no gift! WAIT! Why look in the drawers of the desk when it could be completely under the desk! Sure enough, it's there, but it's pretty far back and looks like it's pinned against the wall. It's going to be a desperate scramble to snatch it out from it's trappings in time, but at least he's located it.
Get present before Sis arrives! ==>
He can hear her getting closer. Oh, she's taking her time. Making a bit of noise. Probably knowing he has a gift for her and making sure that he has plenty of time to get it ready. But then it begins. And he knew this was coming from the get-go. He should be prepared for it.
"Oh Niiiiiiiick... Where aaaaaaaaare youuuuuuuuu?" She draws out every vowel as she pretends to search high and low for him. Of course, she knows exactly where he is.
It's a shame he hasn't started using that nifty Sylladex she got for him recently. He'd have had that gift in his inventory and simply be able to pull it out. Still, he has a little time...
Evan's mildly surprised that actually worked as he ducks out to grab the mail, and hopefully the Sburb discs. It won't last forever, of course, so he needs to make the best use of his time.
Cousin still seems to be cracking up on it, so he's able to get away and get out to the mail. Among the other chaff of daily life, the two discs are definitely there. Two white envelopes with green spirographs. One labeled 'player', the other labeled 'server'. And thankfully, they're undamaged.
Luckily, Nick's arm didn't actually rip out of his socket, it only felt like that. Still, that gift is stuck back there, about two inches from Nick's fingertips. And there's her voice now...
"Wheeerrrreee doooo yooooooou thiiiiink Iii aaammm?" Nick replies with playful sarcasm. He stops to think that if this voice keeps up, she's going to be more of a pain than usual. Then he reminds himself that it's her birthday and HE CAN'T STOP IT.
Nick quickly equips his Lego-glove, which is plenty of inches longer than he needs to bump the present out of place. Nick Youthrolls over to his bed to quickly captchalogue one of his nerf guns, just in case the glove isn't long enough after all. One way or another, that present is his (sisters)!
Bump present out of trappings! ==>
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Mom continues to use stare as he moves out to the door. Should he look back, mind, she'll be gone already. Off to whatever it is that Moms do around this time of day.
The box has a number of items inside of it, but the most important ones are two envelopes. White ones. With green spirographs on them.
Ben stashes the two envelopes in his sylladex, and drops the rest of the mail on a table next to the door. He runs upstairs, knowing there is only one thing to do now, hop on the computer and install sburb. Yipee!
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To make sure that the discs stay safe, Evan stashes them in his sylladex, memorizing the number before heading back inside. Leaving the mail on a ledge in the hallway, he tries to get back into his room and shut the door before his cousin recovers.
Life, dull? Eh, it's been dull in the sense that most of the people that engaged in Foam Weapon Brawling and its slightly more eccentric cousin, Costumed Foam Weapon Brawling have since moved out of town. Sam spends his days making Decorative and Relatively Practical masks, as well as entirely too many foam weapons to reasonably be carried. His Older Brother, of course, has been procrastinating on buying him a suitable sylladex to carry all this stuff. Sam lives in a decent suburban house that admittedly feels kind of overlarge with four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and only two people actually living in it. The room over the garage and the garage tend to be Sam's domain, full of various weapons, PVC, scrap foam, and a head mold or two.
Oh, let's not forget that he's absolutely horrible with keeping track of time and still thinks that the beta comes out next week.
Luckily, Nick's arm didn't actually rip out of his socket, it only felt like that. Still, that gift is stuck back there, about two inches from Nick's fingertips. And there's her voice now...
"Wheeerrrreee doooo yooooooou thiiiiink Iii aaammm?" Nick replies with playful sarcasm. He stops to think that if this voice keeps up, she's going to be more of a pain than usual. Then he reminds himself that it's her birthday and HE CAN'T STOP IT.
Nick quickly equips his Lego-glove, which is plenty of inches longer than he needs to bump the present out of place. Nick Youthrolls over to his bed to quickly captchalogue one of his nerf guns, just in case the glove isn't long enough after all. One way or another, that present is his (sisters)!
Bump present out of trappings! ==>
The sylladex... Fails to activate. It doesn't store anything. Not yet, at least. Nick may have to (gasp) use his hands! That could prove to be a problem. That said, the bump seems to work. The present drops to the floor within easy access. If he can get over the fallen legos without injuring himself.
He better be quick, too. Sis is actually at his door! Peeking in, and seeing him in a position that could be rather compromising. Oh dear. He better get up quick.
Ben stashes the two envelopes in his sylladex, and drops the rest of the mail on a table next to the door. He runs upstairs, knowing there is only one thing to do now, hop on the computer and install sburb. Yipee!
Luckily there's less than seven items in his sylladex. Or this could be rather silly. Perhaps it'd be better named 'sillydex'?
The installation looks like it'll take some time. Thankfully, time is what Ben has. Perhaps Evan is online?
To make sure that the discs stay safe, Evan stashes them in his sylladex, memorizing the number before heading back inside. Leaving the mail on a ledge in the hallway, he tries to get back into his room and shut the door before his cousin recovers.
Cousin definitely seems to be cracking up. The very idea of Evan as a faerie boy is quite hilarious to him. He's giggling to himself on the couch. Evan has time to get in and install.
Life, dull? Eh, it's been dull in the sense that most of the people that engaged in Foam Weapon Brawling and its slightly more eccentric cousin, Costumed Foam Weapon Brawling have since moved out of town. Sam spends his days making Decorative and Relatively Practical masks, as well as entirely too many foam weapons to reasonably be carried. His Older Brother, of course, has been procrastinating on buying him a suitable sylladex to carry all this stuff. Sam lives in a decent suburban house that admittedly feels kind of overlarge with four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and only two people actually living in it. The room over the garage and the garage tend to be Sam's domain, full of various weapons, PVC, scrap foam, and a head mold or two.
Oh, let's not forget that he's absolutely horrible with keeping track of time and still thinks that the beta comes out next week.
Sam isn't going to have much to deal with dullness for much longer. His inability to accurately use a calendar aside, he's got his three good friends who will let him know. Shame none of them are girls. That'd actually make things interesting. Ah, well.
Bro has been missing all day. Perhaps he's actually getting the sylladex. Or perhaps he's actually doing that job thing. No one actually knows what he does. He brings home a rather hefty paycheck.
Sam isn't going to have much to deal with dullness for much longer. His inability to accurately use a calendar aside, he's got his three good friends who will let him know. Shame none of them are girls. That'd actually make things interesting. Ah, well.
Bro has been missing all day. Perhaps he's actually getting the sylladex. Or perhaps he's actually doing that job thing. No one actually knows what he does. He brings home a rather hefty paycheck.
There's a ring of the doorbell.
Doorbell! That's a thing with.. yea. Sam puts down the can of spray adhesive and leaves his current project to go get the door. Halfway down the stairs, he doublechecks. Pants. Yep. There. Important. Awesome. Now about that door business.
Speaking of friends, he pulls out his Smartphone to check his instant messages. Any friends poking him about things?
[[speaking of, did we ever figure out what system to use and swap handles?]]
Ben gently places the first installation disk into the disk drive, and turns to the computer. It's on, like always, but asleep. He gently nudges the mouse and watches the screen pop up on a chat window that was closed just a mere four hours ago. He sees whose online while clicking through the installation screen stuff for sburb.
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The sylladex... Fails to activate. It doesn't store anything. Not yet, at least. Nick may have to (gasp) use his hands! That could prove to be a problem. That said, the bump seems to work. The present drops to the floor within easy access. If he can get over the fallen legos without injuring himself.
He better be quick, too. Sis is actually at his door! Peeking in, and seeing him in a position that could be rather compromising. Oh dear. He better get up quick.
"Nick? What are you doing?"
"Er, it's a, uh, new morning workout I'm doing. They do it for stress relief in the far east, I think." Nick knows very little about the far east, but he figures very few people actually do, so maybe it'll lessen the awkward scenario. Nick does a few "reps" to "demonstrate the workout" for his sister, but really he's using it to grab the present real quick. There's little chance he can avoid the legos without being even more awkward about the whole situation, so he throws caution to the wind and doesn't even attempt to avoid them. No pain, no gain, as they say, and there are gifts riding on the line.
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Doorbell! That's a thing with.. yea. Sam puts down the can of spray adhesive and leaves his current project to go get the door. Halfway down the stairs, he doublechecks. Pants. Yep. There. Important. Awesome. Now about that door business.
Speaking of friends, he pulls out his Smartphone to check his instant messages. Any friends poking him about things?
[[speaking of, did we ever figure out what system to use and swap handles?]]
Not everyone will actually be able to take part in the IM section. Do what you can. Try out Pms otherwise. Or just post in here.
At the door is a package. What's more important is the white envelope on top, with the wonderful green spirograph. It's... Sburb? Isn't the beta starting next week?
And what's this package about anyways? Hrm.
Suddenly, there's a rustle to the right. In the bushes.
Ben gently places the first installation disk into the disk drive, and turns to the computer. It's on, like always, but asleep. He gently nudges the mouse and watches the screen pop up on a chat window that was closed just a mere four hours ago. He sees whose online while clicking through the installation screen stuff for sburb.
[I only have skype currently installed, I can do PMs if anyone is up to filling up their PM box.]
The installation of the games seems to work on its own, actually. As soon as the disc is in, the game starts installing itself. Odd.
"Er, it's a, uh, new morning workout I'm doing. They do it for stress relief in the far east, I think." Nick knows very little about the far east, but he figures very few people actually do, so maybe it'll lessen the awkward scenario. Nick does a few "reps" to "demonstrate the workout" for his sister, but really he's using it to grab the present real quick. There's little chance he can avoid the legos without being even more awkward about the whole situation, so he throws caution to the wind and doesn't even attempt to avoid them. No pain, no gain, as they say, and there are gifts riding on the line.
There's plenty of pain, as anyone who's ever stepped on a Lego knows. Still, he's able to get the gift just fine. Sis just stands with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Shaking her head just slightly.
"Well, hurry up. The latest episode of Ninja Robo-Squirrel is starting, and I'm not missing it because you were taking your time doing weird Oriental exercises."
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Evan slips into his room and shuts the door, on the off chance it'll actually keep his cousin away for a bit. You never know with that guy.
Withdrawing the discs from his sylladex (and recording the number in the notebook on his table while he's at it), Evan starts up the Sburb download. Looks like it's going to take a while, though.
Maybe he should check his Pesterchum to see if anyone's on.
Ben is relieved that the installation is so seamless, and can focus on trying to remember his login and password to pesterchum, it has been so long since he had to log in, and he wonders what logged him out. Oh right, an update he neglected to install for many months, for this very reason. He remembers his handle quite easily; Improbablekittenz, and guesses at passwords and is relieved too finally see one pop up.
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Improbablekittenz is online.
Improbablekittenz: My dad left so I can play online for a few hours, but sburb is taking forever! Mom's making cookies, delicious, can't wait.
Skype works for me, but I'm not on super often, so PMs, or in thread work as well. I'll go with whatever. If you want to contact me on skype, I'm Cracovin. From my Gaia Online days, btw, if anyone is on Gaia feel free to friend me, same handle.:tongue:
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There's plenty of pain, as anyone who's ever stepped on a Lego knows. Still, he's able to get the gift just fine. Sis just stands with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Shaking her head just slightly.
"Well, hurry up. The latest episode of Ninja Robo-Squirrel is starting, and I'm not missing it because you were taking your time doing weird Oriental exercises."
"Oh, yeah, duh, we can't miss NRS. And speaking of Ninja Robo-Squirrel, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Nick hands the box over to Sis, a box that contains the plush version of Ninja Robo-Squirrel complete with plushie sword and LED laser eye. Of course, Sis probably won't care about all the cool accessories, just how cute it is. Or, at least Nick hopes that Sis would like how cute it is.
"Go ahead and open it!" Nick says. He tries to ignore the pain during this whole episode, but the pain reminds him that those legos could come in handy later, even if they are just taking the place of tacks in a chair for a prankish event. Nick attempts to snatch them up into his sylladex. What's wrong with that thing? Maybe it was just a hiccup, one more try might be what it needs.
At the door is a package. What's more important is the white envelope on top, with the wonderful green spirograph. It's... Sburb? Isn't the beta starting next week?
And what's this package about anyways? Hrm.
Suddenly, there's a rustle to the right. In the bushes.
Sam looks down at his smartphone.. flips to the Tracking app his brother recommended when Sam used to sell masks and weapons on the internet. Speaking of sending foam weapons on the internet, he sent each of his friends a sample of your craft to try and get them interested in your hobby as well. Welp, track that next. First thing's first, track this package. And. HOLY CRAP IT'S BETA WEEK ALREADY?
There goes last week, apparently.
He pockets his phone and, ignoring the rustling (Probably a bird, riiight?) and goes for the package.
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Evan slips into his room and shuts the door, on the off chance it'll actually keep his cousin away for a bit. You never know with that guy.
Withdrawing the discs from his sylladex (and recording the number in the notebook on his table while he's at it), Evan starts up the Sburb download. Looks like it's going to take a while, though.
Maybe he should check his Pesterchum to see if anyone's on.
It could take a while, this is a supremely true thing. It does seem to be asking for a username and password. And admin rights. Definitely a big game, this.
Looks like improbableKittenz is online. And probably legitLegolas too. Sam doesn't seem to be on though... Wait. Didn't Sam send something to him? May be a good idea to go look in the mail again. The actual package system is sometimes slow.
Ben is relieved that the installation is so seamless, and can focus on trying to remember his login and password to pesterchum, it has been so long since he had to log in, and he wonders what logged him out. Oh right, an update he neglected to install for many months, for this very reason. He remembers his handle quite easily; Improbablekittenz, and guesses at passwords and is relieved too finally see one pop up.
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Improbablekittenz: My dad left so I can play online for a few hours, but sburb is taking forever! Mom's making cookies, delicious, can't wait.
Silly Ben. Everyone knows his Dad hasn't been around in years. Makes sense to be in denial. Mom has been.
Hrm. Everyone but Sam's on. He probably doesn't remember today's the day. Something tickles at the back of your mind. OH! Right. Sam had sent you something too, something to be arriving today. Perhaps the post is late on this one?
"Oh, yeah, duh, we can't miss NRS. And speaking of Ninja Robo-Squirrel, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Nick hands the box over to Sis, a box that contains the plush version of Ninja Robo-Squirrel complete with plushie sword and LED laser eye. Of course, Sis probably won't care about all the cool accessories, just how cute it is. Or, at least Nick hopes that Sis would like how cute it is.
"Go ahead and open it!" Nick says. He tries to ignore the pain during this whole episode, but the pain reminds him that those legos could come in handy later, even if they are just taking the place of tacks in a chair for a prankish event. Nick attempts to snatch them up into his sylladex. What's wrong with that thing? Maybe it was just a hiccup, one more try might be what it needs.
Captchalogue Lego pieces ==>
Sis stares at the box for a moment before slowly opening it. Giving him time to try to get the sylladex going. But... Nope. It still refuses to work. That's incredibly odd. From what Nick knows, every other sylladex works immediately. Is there a trick to this one?
When Sis opens the box, she outright squeals. "Nick, this is just the cutest thing!" She goes into a set of feminine hysteria over something cute. Of course, he could have expected that.
Sam looks down at his smartphone.. flips to the Tracking app his brother recommended when Sam used to sell masks and weapons on the internet. Speaking of sending foam weapons on the internet, he sent each of his friends a sample of your craft to try and get them interested in your hobby as well. Welp, track that next. First thing's first, track this package. And. HOLY CRAP IT'S BETA WEEK ALREADY?
There goes last week, apparently.
He pockets his phone and, ignoring the rustling (Probably a bird, riiight?) and goes for the package.
Each of those friends SHOULD be getting those weapons today... At least, the app says as much. And, yes, this is the Sburb package.
The rusting to the right stops.
And, from the left, he gets shot with what looks like a dart.
For archive purposes, can we please use Spoilers for pesterchum instead of quotes? I know it makes things harder to read by a tad, but we dont' have nested quotes on this website. Which means quote-responding won't actually include what you're responding too. If you want to use an effect like that, use the [box] command. Doesn't look quite the same, but it'll work. Just respond to each other in the same spoiler.
Besides. Makes it like the comic.
Each of those friends SHOULD be getting those weapons today... At least, the app says as much. And, yes, this is the Sburb package.
The rusting to the right stops.
And, from the left, he gets shot with what looks like a dart.
"SONOFA!" He blocks it with the package. No. No freaky Goodnight dart shenanigans. No. We're going to have a PROPER strife gosh darnit! He grabs for his trusty foam sword, and, as if on cue, the alarm tone starts playing from his smartphone, reminding him that the beta arrives today.
Weapon? Check
Strife partner? Probably check!
Strife music? Check
"SONOFA!" He blocks it with the package. No. No freaky Goodnight dart shenanigans. No. We're going to have a PROPER strife gosh darnit! He grabs for his trusty foam sword, and, as if on cue, the alarm tone starts playing from his smartphone, reminding him that the beta arrives today.
Weapon? Check
Strife partner? Probably check!
Strife music? Check
Dart in the back of the neck from Bro who was there all the time?
Fun fact: foam weapons double as face-cushioning when you get darted by your brother.
Case in point: Fwump
He'll wake up some indeterminable point later, ziptied to a chair in a blank room. There's a bright light pointed at his face. Behind it is a shadowy figure at a desk. On the desk is the package.
He'll wake up some indeterminable point later, ziptied to a chair in a blank room. There's a bright light pointed at his face. Behind it is a shadowy figure at a desk. On the desk is the package.
Oh great. Not THIS again.
Sam rolls his eyes. Alright, this. This.. He tries to remember how to get out of it. Step one, assess... room.. Nope, nothing new in this room. He twists his wrists to get a feel for how thick the ziptie is. Hopefully, Bro hasn't gone for the full thickness ones on him yet, they're harder to shatter and he's not been practicing that enough. He glances at the package, then back at the shadowy.. oh sod it it's bro. It's never NOT bro. Sam's actually fairly certain that "Agent" Felix doesn't have any other "secret agent" friends.
Sam rolls his eyes. Alright, this. This.. He tries to remember how to get out of it. Step one, assess... room.. Nope, nothing new in this room. He twists his wrists to get a feel for how thick the ziptie is. Hopefully, Bro hasn't gone for the full thickness ones on him yet, they're harder to shatter and he's not been practicing that enough. He glances at the package, then back at the shadowy.. oh sod it it's bro. It's never NOT bro. Sam's actually fairly certain that "Agent" Felix doesn't have any other "secret agent" friends.
Full thickness this time. Seems like it's serious.
STRIFE! (Sorta).
There's a voice changer going on. As if that actually matters there.
Nick awakens in a sweaty panic. "I just had a dream that someone named me Pitstink Pooforbrains and my life was utterly terrible!" he says, wiping his brow in the process. The true life that Nick leads is somewhat better than utterly terrible. In fact, it's downright manageable! When not having terrible dreams, which is an all too common event, Nick is awake and usually on some sort of gaming console. He's got a few, and the game never matters, just the challenge. Which is why today is an exciting day. A new game has come out, and while he's not overly excited about the game itself, Nick's friends have been raving about the game, meaning Nick is excited by extension.
Nick hops out of bed and don's whatever isn't totally dirty from his pile of clothes on the floor. He normally stays away from wearing something from the never ending pile of clothes, but he knows that he still has to shower. Besides, who can pick out clothes when you've got mad amounts of information to be sorting through? Information on all Nick's favorite games, and of course Sburb, the game he and his friends have been waiting for.
As Nick checks his computer, a reminder pops up that today, of all days, is his Sister's birthday. It's pretty important to remember her birthday because she was nice enough to take you in when your parents went on "Vacation" and never came back. Also, she's kinda crazy about herself and her birthday has always been similar to the coronation of a queen, at least on the level of self-importance.
Nick was prepared for this moment though. What little bonding time Nick spends with his Sis is spent watching their favorite show, "Ninja Robo-Squirrel". She thinks NRS is cute, Nick thinks NRS is badass and the differences couldn't be more obvious and cliched. Still, bonding time is bonding time and nobody can take NRS away from the both of them.
Nick searches for the birthday present, knowing that sometime soon Sis will barge into Nick's room to begin the birthday attention grabbing. If only Nick's room was easy to navigate, maybe finding the present wouldn't be such a chore.
Cousin just stares before cackling. "He's a faerie, boy, he's a faerie boy!"
It seems like that's going to work, actually. He's cracking up at this idea and not paying too much attention.
Mom continues to use stare as he moves out to the door. Should he look back, mind, she'll be gone already. Off to whatever it is that Moms do around this time of day.
The box has a number of items inside of it, but the most important ones are two envelopes. White ones. With green spirographs on them.
It's not that easy for him to find the birthday present, and that's kind of a problem now. Sis is already on her way. He can hear her prancing out in the hallway towards his room. Yes, it's her birthday today. He better be able to catch up quick, because there'll be hell to pay if he's not ready when she arrives.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Damn, she doesn't waste a second! Quick Nick, dig! Dig like the wind!
Nick begins sorting through the assorted piles of his life that occupy his room. He discards the pile of laundry into a hamper that he consistently forgets exists. That area provides a nice starting place for the present search that's about to take place. He dives under the bed thinking the gift might have been stached away there, but there's nothing there except for dirt and...Whoa. Nick sees his collection of Nerf weaponry below his bed and laments that he ever forgot such an awesome (and deadly!) collection it was. Too late for pondering, the gift's not here, so Nick swiftly moves on to his desk.
Yeah, for a kid as messy as Nick is, he actually finds a use for a desk in his room, although that's doesn't imply that it's any more organized than his floor is. It's just covered in more memories, like that fake plastic gold trophy of a baseball player hitting a ball. Nick was on that team, but the trophy was really just a joke. He didn't get a hit that year. 18 games and not a single hit. It didn't really get Nick down, he was more about defense and was really good support for his teammates. Still, whenever Nick sees the trophy, he pauses to think why he had such a hard time stepping up to the plate, literally. Maybe he was afraid of the conflict between the speeding ball and his face, maybe he didn't want to hurt the ball's feelings by smacking it around or maybe, just maybe he didn't have the concentration and the eyesight to track it for a hit.
Nick doesn't often spend much time thinking about the sport though, baseball's boring, but it does make him wonder what might have been.
No time! Gotta press on! Nick flings open drawers in his search and still finds nothing, but stumbles on his cast from two years ago. Nick had recently come into possession of a fake lightsaber and some cheap video editing software and tried his hand at a viral video. He wasn't aware that attempting a frontflip off his school's playground would be dangerous, just cool and intimidating. It ended with the cast, which put his right arm out of service for a good three months. Next to his cast we little things that had occupied his time after the break, Legos. He had made some of the premade kits that they packed, but his pride and joy was the workable Lego-glove. Nick had always loved sports, even if he was terrible at them. After he was given a cast, he painted it red on the end, like a boxing glove, and made a matching glove for his left hand out of Lego's. He'd never been in a fight in his life, but Nick had always had a secret desire to be a pugilist, if only so that he might serve justice with his bare fists. Nick knows it sounds strange, but blames the combination of sports and comics for his justice-fist-fetish.
Still no gift! WAIT! Why look in the drawers of the desk when it could be completely under the desk! Sure enough, it's there, but it's pretty far back and looks like it's pinned against the wall. It's going to be a desperate scramble to snatch it out from it's trappings in time, but at least he's located it.
Get present before Sis arrives! ==>
He can hear her getting closer. Oh, she's taking her time. Making a bit of noise. Probably knowing he has a gift for her and making sure that he has plenty of time to get it ready. But then it begins. And he knew this was coming from the get-go. He should be prepared for it.
"Oh Niiiiiiiick... Where aaaaaaaaare youuuuuuuuu?" She draws out every vowel as she pretends to search high and low for him. Of course, she knows exactly where he is.
It's a shame he hasn't started using that nifty Sylladex she got for him recently. He'd have had that gift in his inventory and simply be able to pull it out. Still, he has a little time...
Cousin still seems to be cracking up on it, so he's able to get away and get out to the mail. Among the other chaff of daily life, the two discs are definitely there. Two white envelopes with green spirographs. One labeled 'player', the other labeled 'server'. And thankfully, they're undamaged.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Luckily, Nick's arm didn't actually rip out of his socket, it only felt like that. Still, that gift is stuck back there, about two inches from Nick's fingertips. And there's her voice now...
"Wheeerrrreee doooo yooooooou thiiiiink Iii aaammm?" Nick replies with playful sarcasm. He stops to think that if this voice keeps up, she's going to be more of a pain than usual. Then he reminds himself that it's her birthday and HE CAN'T STOP IT.
Nick quickly equips his Lego-glove, which is plenty of inches longer than he needs to bump the present out of place. Nick Youthrolls over to his bed to quickly captchalogue one of his nerf guns, just in case the glove isn't long enough after all. One way or another, that present is his (sisters)!
Bump present out of trappings! ==>
Ben stashes the two envelopes in his sylladex, and drops the rest of the mail on a table next to the door. He runs upstairs, knowing there is only one thing to do now, hop on the computer and install sburb. Yipee!
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
GPolukranos, Kill ALL the Things!G
Life, dull? Eh, it's been dull in the sense that most of the people that engaged in Foam Weapon Brawling and its slightly more eccentric cousin, Costumed Foam Weapon Brawling have since moved out of town. Sam spends his days making Decorative and Relatively Practical masks, as well as entirely too many foam weapons to reasonably be carried. His Older Brother, of course, has been procrastinating on buying him a suitable sylladex to carry all this stuff. Sam lives in a decent suburban house that admittedly feels kind of overlarge with four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and only two people actually living in it. The room over the garage and the garage tend to be Sam's domain, full of various weapons, PVC, scrap foam, and a head mold or two.
Oh, let's not forget that he's absolutely horrible with keeping track of time and still thinks that the beta comes out next week.
The sylladex... Fails to activate. It doesn't store anything. Not yet, at least. Nick may have to (gasp) use his hands! That could prove to be a problem. That said, the bump seems to work. The present drops to the floor within easy access. If he can get over the fallen legos without injuring himself.
He better be quick, too. Sis is actually at his door! Peeking in, and seeing him in a position that could be rather compromising. Oh dear. He better get up quick.
"Nick? What are you doing?"
Luckily there's less than seven items in his sylladex. Or this could be rather silly. Perhaps it'd be better named 'sillydex'?
The installation looks like it'll take some time. Thankfully, time is what Ben has. Perhaps Evan is online?
Cousin definitely seems to be cracking up. The very idea of Evan as a faerie boy is quite hilarious to him. He's giggling to himself on the couch. Evan has time to get in and install.
Sam isn't going to have much to deal with dullness for much longer. His inability to accurately use a calendar aside, he's got his three good friends who will let him know. Shame none of them are girls. That'd actually make things interesting. Ah, well.
Bro has been missing all day. Perhaps he's actually getting the sylladex. Or perhaps he's actually doing that job thing. No one actually knows what he does. He brings home a rather hefty paycheck.
There's a ring of the doorbell.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Doorbell! That's a thing with.. yea. Sam puts down the can of spray adhesive and leaves his current project to go get the door. Halfway down the stairs, he doublechecks. Pants. Yep. There. Important. Awesome. Now about that door business.
Speaking of friends, he pulls out his Smartphone to check his instant messages. Any friends poking him about things?
[[speaking of, did we ever figure out what system to use and swap handles?]]
[I only have skype currently installed, I can do PMs if anyone is up to filling up their PM box.]
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
GPolukranos, Kill ALL the Things!G
"Er, it's a, uh, new morning workout I'm doing. They do it for stress relief in the far east, I think." Nick knows very little about the far east, but he figures very few people actually do, so maybe it'll lessen the awkward scenario. Nick does a few "reps" to "demonstrate the workout" for his sister, but really he's using it to grab the present real quick. There's little chance he can avoid the legos without being even more awkward about the whole situation, so he throws caution to the wind and doesn't even attempt to avoid them. No pain, no gain, as they say, and there are gifts riding on the line.
At the door is a package. What's more important is the white envelope on top, with the wonderful green spirograph. It's... Sburb? Isn't the beta starting next week?
And what's this package about anyways? Hrm.
Suddenly, there's a rustle to the right. In the bushes.
The installation of the games seems to work on its own, actually. As soon as the disc is in, the game starts installing itself. Odd.
There's plenty of pain, as anyone who's ever stepped on a Lego knows. Still, he's able to get the gift just fine. Sis just stands with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Shaking her head just slightly.
"Well, hurry up. The latest episode of Ninja Robo-Squirrel is starting, and I'm not missing it because you were taking your time doing weird Oriental exercises."
My helpdesk should you need me.
Note: should have made character a girl for practice purposes.
Evan slips into his room and shuts the door, on the off chance it'll actually keep his cousin away for a bit. You never know with that guy.
Withdrawing the discs from his sylladex (and recording the number in the notebook on his table while he's at it), Evan starts up the Sburb download. Looks like it's going to take a while, though.
Maybe he should check his Pesterchum to see if anyone's on.
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
GPolukranos, Kill ALL the Things!G
"Oh, yeah, duh, we can't miss NRS. And speaking of Ninja Robo-Squirrel, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Nick hands the box over to Sis, a box that contains the plush version of Ninja Robo-Squirrel complete with plushie sword and LED laser eye. Of course, Sis probably won't care about all the cool accessories, just how cute it is. Or, at least Nick hopes that Sis would like how cute it is.
"Go ahead and open it!" Nick says. He tries to ignore the pain during this whole episode, but the pain reminds him that those legos could come in handy later, even if they are just taking the place of tacks in a chair for a prankish event. Nick attempts to snatch them up into his sylladex. What's wrong with that thing? Maybe it was just a hiccup, one more try might be what it needs.
Captchalogue Lego pieces ==>
Sam looks down at his smartphone.. flips to the Tracking app his brother recommended when Sam used to sell masks and weapons on the internet. Speaking of sending foam weapons on the internet, he sent each of his friends a sample of your craft to try and get them interested in your hobby as well. Welp, track that next. First thing's first, track this package. And. HOLY CRAP IT'S BETA WEEK ALREADY?
There goes last week, apparently.
He pockets his phone and, ignoring the rustling (Probably a bird, riiight?) and goes for the package.
Besides. Makes it like the comic.
It could take a while, this is a supremely true thing. It does seem to be asking for a username and password. And admin rights. Definitely a big game, this.
Looks like improbableKittenz is online. And probably legitLegolas too. Sam doesn't seem to be on though... Wait. Didn't Sam send something to him? May be a good idea to go look in the mail again. The actual package system is sometimes slow.
Silly Ben. Everyone knows his Dad hasn't been around in years. Makes sense to be in denial. Mom has been.
Hrm. Everyone but Sam's on. He probably doesn't remember today's the day. Something tickles at the back of your mind. OH! Right. Sam had sent you something too, something to be arriving today. Perhaps the post is late on this one?
Sis stares at the box for a moment before slowly opening it. Giving him time to try to get the sylladex going. But... Nope. It still refuses to work. That's incredibly odd. From what Nick knows, every other sylladex works immediately. Is there a trick to this one?
When Sis opens the box, she outright squeals. "Nick, this is just the cutest thing!" She goes into a set of feminine hysteria over something cute. Of course, he could have expected that.
There's a ring at the doorbell.
Each of those friends SHOULD be getting those weapons today... At least, the app says as much. And, yes, this is the Sburb package.
The rusting to the right stops.
And, from the left, he gets shot with what looks like a dart.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"SONOFA!" He blocks it with the package. No. No freaky Goodnight dart shenanigans. No. We're going to have a PROPER strife gosh darnit! He grabs for his trusty foam sword, and, as if on cue, the alarm tone starts playing from his smartphone, reminding him that the beta arrives today.
Weapon? Check
Strife partner? Probably check!
Strife music? Check
Dart in the back of the neck from Bro who was there all the time?
Check.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Fun fact: foam weapons double as face-cushioning when you get darted by your brother.
Case in point: Fwump
He'll wake up some indeterminable point later, ziptied to a chair in a blank room. There's a bright light pointed at his face. Behind it is a shadowy figure at a desk. On the desk is the package.
Oh great. Not THIS again.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sam rolls his eyes. Alright, this. This.. He tries to remember how to get out of it. Step one, assess... room.. Nope, nothing new in this room. He twists his wrists to get a feel for how thick the ziptie is. Hopefully, Bro hasn't gone for the full thickness ones on him yet, they're harder to shatter and he's not been practicing that enough. He glances at the package, then back at the shadowy.. oh sod it it's bro. It's never NOT bro. Sam's actually fairly certain that "Agent" Felix doesn't have any other "secret agent" friends.
Full thickness this time. Seems like it's serious.
STRIFE! (Sorta).
There's a voice changer going on. As if that actually matters there.
"Finally got your package?"
My helpdesk should you need me.