Ok, gotcha. I haven't seen anime for a long time, so I'll have to be creative. Cool!
Try looking at some old anime scenes on Youtube. Better, check out the Lungfishopolis' boss from Psychonauts. That'll explain EVERYTHING.
"Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny too."
Nick gets serious now. He holds out the discs and says "You looking to take me on? You must be nuttier than a squirrel!", one of the taunting insults NRS throws around to get his enemies to let down their guard. Nick feels like it's pretty catch-phrasy, enough so to finally get his discs in his 'dex. Maybe. Hopefully.
There's... Still no response. And now Sis is looking curious.
"I hope it's not broken... You haven't already activated it, have you?"
Try looking at some old anime scenes on Youtube. Better, check out the Lungfishopolis' boss from Psychonauts. That'll explain EVERYTHING.
There's... Still no response. And now Sis is looking curious.
"I hope it's not broken... You haven't already activated it, have you?"
"Well, I did activate it earlier when I was pretending to be The Fonz, but it still wouldn't captchalogue my new game discs. I thought I had to say a new catch-phrase every time I captchalogue something. Sorry Sis, but I can't stop doing it wrong. Maybe my inventory's full? I can't remember filling it with anything important lately."
Nick feels like the guy at a locked door who has resorted to saying "Open Sesame" in his desperation to unlock it. In other words, he feels like a fool.
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"Well, I did activate it earlier when I was pretending to be The Fonz, but it still wouldn't captchalogue my new game discs. I thought I had to say a new catch-phrase every time I captchalogue something. Sorry Sis, but I can't stop doing it wrong. Maybe my inventory's full? I can't remember filling it with anything important lately."
Nick feels like the guy at a locked door who has resorted to saying "Open Sesame" in his desperation to unlock it. In other words, he feels like a fool.
Sis deadpans. And then asks, very slowly, "What... Did you say when you activated it?"
"I said 'Aaayyy' like The Fonz. Ha, I didn't actually expect that to work though, I thought it just turned the 'dex from off to on."
Nick's handle on technology, outside of the gaming world, isn't stellar. It's times like these when he gets uncomfortable, when he's proven the zero rather than the hero. His mind wanders to the box that's still waiting for him and the game he has yet to play. Something heroic had better happen with one of those, cause he really needs a boost after all the techno-babble that's currently one-upping him.
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"I said 'Aaayyy' like The Fonz. Ha, I didn't actually expect that to work though, I thought it just turned the 'dex from off to on."
Nick's handle on technology, outside of the gaming world, isn't stellar. It's times like these when he gets uncomfortable, when he's proven the zero rather than the hero. His mind wanders to the box that's still waiting for him and the game he has yet to play. Something heroic had better happen with one of those, cause he really needs a boost after all the techno-babble that's currently one-upping him.
"Wow. I feel dumb. Well, there's your birthday entertainment. A good episode of NRS and watching your bro make an ass out of himself. We should do this again sometime."
With that, Nick leaves the room, tail between legs so to speak, and grabs the package on the way to his room. The suspense has been killing him and he really want's something to lift his spirits after the 'dex debacle. As soon as his door shuts behind him, he begins to rip open the package and find what's inside.
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"Wow. I feel dumb. Well, there's your birthday entertainment. A good episode of NRS and watching your bro make an ass out of himself. We should do this again sometime."
With that, Nick leaves the room, tail between legs so to speak, and grabs the package on the way to his room. The suspense has been killing him and he really want's something to lift his spirits after the 'dex debacle. As soon as his door shuts behind him, he begins to rip open the package and find what's inside.
Sis is trying not to laugh. She's failing. The giggles are escaping.
"You better learn real hard to fit 'ayy' into your cool sayings, bro."
In the package is a foam katana. At least something's going well.
Sis is trying not to laugh. She's failing. The giggles are escaping.
"You better learn real hard to fit 'ayy' into your cool sayings, bro."
In the package is a foam katana. At least something's going well.
"Ayyy, it's not that hard, see? The Fonz did it for years. Canadians do it at the end of every sentence. The cool factor of my sentences can only rise with this addition!"
As Nick holds the katana in his hand, he can't help but think of all the sweet moves NRS knows. Flying Death is so much cooler when you've got something to stab into the ground. Or an enemy. Whichever works at the time.
"Ayyy, now this is a sweet piece of armory!" Nick smoothly observes, finally getting the handle on his 'dex, maybe. For a second there, Nick was close to flying the eff off said handle, pirouette style. Now it's all cool.
Nick gets his computer ready to download when he realizes his discs are captchalogued. What a perfect time to test the eject abilities. First, Nick finds his old baseball glove and dons it, prepared for another random ejection like with the NRS plushie earlier. With his glove on his hand and his defensive baseball reactions reaching heights they haven't reached in years, Nick shouts
"FLY, SHURIKEN OF ROBO-VENGENCE!"
in hopes of retrieving the SBURB discs from his 'dex. The Shuriken is a deadly ninja throwing weapon, and one that NRS never leaves home without, except for that one episode where he left home without and all hell broke loose. Hell keeps breaking loose and NRS keeps shoving it back in.
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"Ayyy, it's not that hard, see? The Fonz did it for years. Canadians do it at the end of every sentence. The cool factor of my sentences can only rise with this addition!"
As Nick holds the katana in his hand, he can't help but think of all the sweet moves NRS knows. Flying Death is so much cooler when you've got something to stab into the ground. Or an enemy. Whichever works at the time.
"Ayyy, now this is a sweet piece of armory!" Nick smoothly observes, finally getting the handle on his 'dex, maybe. For a second there, Nick was close to flying the eff off said handle, pirouette style. Now it's all cool.
Nick gets his computer ready to download when he realizes his discs are captchalogued. What a perfect time to test the eject abilities. First, Nick finds his old baseball glove and dons it, prepared for another random ejection like with the NRS plushie earlier. With his glove on his hand and his defensive baseball reactions reaching heights they haven't reached in years, Nick shouts
"FLY, SHURIKEN OF ROBO-VENGENCE!"
in hopes of retrieving the SBURB discs from his 'dex. The Shuriken is a deadly ninja throwing weapon, and one that NRS never leaves home without, except for that one episode where he left home without and all hell broke loose. Hell keeps breaking loose and NRS keeps shoving it back in.
Sis just keeps facepalming. She's almost getting to that famed double mobius reacharound of facepalming. Double facepalming with the same hand. That type of thing.
"Maybe you could... Use it in puns, or something. Or use the sound. Like, 'M-ayyy-be this could come in handy." The girl just shakes her head.
The sylladex captchalogues his sword. And, because he used the command twice, his shirt too.
He's lucky there's no actual shuriken in the thing. It does pop out the discs, though.
"You... May want to see what's in it before you try something like that. I think your battle shouts actually need to reference what the item is, not just... Randomly like that."
Evan shrugs, tosses the foam daggers in his sylladex (making sure to update the Dewey Decimal number in the notebook) and takes another look at his Pesterchum. No change so far.
The real question is: how's the Sburb installation going?
Evan shrugs, tosses the foam daggers in his sylladex (making sure to update the Dewey Decimal number in the notebook) and takes another look at his Pesterchum. No change so far.
The real question is: how's the Sburb installation going?
Seems to be around 90% done. Went faster than expected. It's time to get in touch with friends.
Mom seems to be trying to use Gravitic Glare to pull him back down off the stairs with just her gaze alone.
Would have worked like a charm 10 years ago, but Ben has leveled up in life too much to succumb to that, so he edges ever closer to the top of the stairs, his bedroom door mere feet from that.
Ben plays the age card, "No one your age is cool, always getting so bent out of shape with little jokes. Life must have been boring in the eighties."
Okay, that made me feel old....
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Sam decides to test his sylladex out by walking over to one o his weapon racks and attempting to capchalogue a few swords. Though he's not entirely sure how to go about actually doing that.
Sis just keeps facepalming. She's almost getting to that famed double mobius reacharound of facepalming. Double facepalming with the same hand. That type of thing.
"Maybe you could... Use it in puns, or something. Or use the sound. Like, 'M-ayyy-be this could come in handy." The girl just shakes her head.
The sylladex captchalogues his sword. And, because he used the command twice, his shirt too.
He's lucky there's no actual shuriken in the thing. It does pop out the discs, though.
"You... May want to see what's in it before you try something like that. I think your battle shouts actually need to reference what the item is, not just... Randomly like that."
"Oops." Well, at least the shirt was dirty anyway. Good excuse to change. Although, it's taking up space in the 'dex now.
"Good grief. DEPLOY DIRTY SHIRT STINK BOMB!" That thing really needs washed. "Thanks for the help sis. Hope your birthday's been fun!"
Nick heads to his room and begins the SBURB install process on his computer. He takes the time to pick out his favorite orange shirt. He hops on Pesterchum to check out what his friends are up to and relieve some stress.
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Would have worked like a charm 10 years ago, but Ben has leveled up in life too much to succumb to that, so he edges ever closer to the top of the stairs, his bedroom door mere feet from that.
Ben plays the age card, "No one your age is cool, always getting so bent out of shape with little jokes. Life must have been boring in the eighties."
Mom continues to glare without end. Watching him escape with a you'll pay for this eventually look.
Sam decides to test his sylladex out by walking over to one o his weapon racks and attempting to capchalogue a few swords. Though he's not entirely sure how to go about actually doing that.
When he captchalogues it (which isn't that hard to do), the item disappears from the rack... And appears somewhere on him. That is, it's floating nearby, almost touching his skin, and following his body movements. A dagger moves to his thigh. A greataxe moves to his back. You know. Inventory style from some of those adventure games he plays.
"Oops." Well, at least the shirt was dirty anyway. Good excuse to change. Although, it's taking up space in the 'dex now.
"Good grief. DEPLOY DIRTY SHIRT STINK BOMB!" That thing really needs washed. "Thanks for the help sis. Hope your birthday's been fun!"
Nick heads to his room and begins the SBURB install process on his computer. He takes the time to pick out his favorite orange shirt. He hops on Pesterchum to check out what his friends are up to and relieve some stress.
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He manages to get the shirt in Sis' face, unless he's fast enough to catch it. She looks kind of stunned.
And suddenly Sburb is installing. It seems to be going... Quite quickly, actually. Isn't this supposed to be some big game?
That was conveniently timed, Ben thinks to himself. He captchalouges the foam sword so as to not be distracted anymore by its awesomeness, and waits for something to happen.
improbablekittenz: Twin daggers may be infinitely more cool than a sword, wanna trade? lol.
improbablekittenz: Hey, the download is done!
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When he captchalogues it (which isn't that hard to do), the item disappears from the rack... And appears somewhere on him. That is, it's floating nearby, almost touching his skin, and following his body movements. A dagger moves to his thigh. A greataxe moves to his back. You know. Inventory style from some of those adventure games
Sam looks at it and grins. He inventories another dagger length weapon to see of its mutually exclusive based on type. After that, a mask
Hey, just a thing about pesterlog etiquette. If we're not going to actually post chatlogs from actual chats (Which is the better option) then we need to explicitly state to whom we're sending
For some consistency, spoil it "Pesterlog" or "memolog" followed by the name of the recipient or the memo.
PM the person you're pestering when you begin pestering them, so they know to read over your pesterlog in more detail, and to react to it instead of just Nai. If it's a Memolog, anyone can read and respond to it.
With that groundwork, we should see a pretty significant readability improvement
That was conveniently timed, Ben thinks to himself. He captchalouges the foam sword so as to not be distracted anymore by its awesomeness, and waits for something to happen.
improbablekittenz: Twin daggers may be infinitely more cool than a sword, wanna trade? lol.
improbablekittenz: Hey, the download is done!
The sword is captchalogued easily, but he better hope he doesn't need it anytime soon.
Sam looks at it and grins. He inventories another dagger length weapon to see of its mutually exclusive based on type. After that, a mask
Hey, just a thing about pesterlog etiquette. If we're not going to actually post chatlogs from actual chats (Which is the better option) then we need to explicitly state to whom we're sending
For some consistency, spoil it "Pesterlog" or "memolog" followed by the name of the recipient or the memo.
PM the person you're pestering when you begin pestering them, so they know to read over your pesterlog in more detail, and to react to it instead of just Nai. If it's a Memolog, anyone can read and respond to it.
With that groundwork, we should see a pretty significant readability improvement
It seems to be slot-based. That is, he only has so much space on his body to be a walking arsenal. He's going to need to reposition things to actually be able to carry everything. Doesn't seem to prohibit him from sitting, though.
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It seems everyone's installs seem to be about done. Oddly, though, it installed two programs. There's the client connection, of course. How they actually play and connect. But there's an other, slightly odd program. A server program. Hrm...
It seems to be slot-based. That is, he only has so much space on his body to be a walking arsenal. He's going to need to reposition things to actually be able to carry everything. Doesn't seem to prohibit him from sitting, though.
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It seems everyone's installs seem to be about done. Oddly, though, it installed two programs. There's the client connection, of course. How they actually play and connect. But there's an other, slightly odd program. A server program. Hrm...
Sam decides he'll fiddle with that later. Now to do some research on how to start the game up for four-player play, check his news aggregators, sales, commissions, and look for game-ending bugs or hilariously exploitable glitches in the SBURB beta. If anyone in this group of friends would be the type to buy ladders and sell poles, it's Sam.
unassumingArsenal began pestering unlimitedField
uA: Hey, did you finish your install of SBURB yet?
uA: Just finished mine, looking up how the game works while I fiddle with this sylladex.
Sam waits for a response from uF and tries rearranging where things are- capchaloguing a throwing knife and moving it to the inside of his wrist, putting the knives on his back just above his belt, and, to test something, seeing about having the axe hang as if from a frog, on his right hip.
He manages to get the shirt in Sis' face, unless he's fast enough to catch it. She looks kind of stunned.
And suddenly Sburb is installing. It seems to be going... Quite quickly, actually. Isn't this supposed to be some big game?
"Uhh, sorry Sis. Still working out the details here. I'm still not used to using a 'dex really."
Huh, SBURB must be somewhat underwhelming if it's going this fast. Nick decides to post a memo to his friends about the topic.
legitLegolasPosted a new memo! lL: Almost done installing the beta.
lL: Is it this quick for anybody else?
lL: Thinking this might be weaksauce if it's not taking hours to install.
lL: Still, I'm ready to conquer this like a champ.
lL: That reminds me, I gotta get a hold of uA.
legitLegolas began Pestering unassumingArsenal
lL: Dude, I got the sword
lL: It's pretty effing sweet man
lL: Just like NRS's really
lL: Didn't know you were into the whole foam battle thing
lL: I'm a nerf man myself
lL: Making your own weapons is way more kickass though
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unlimitedField: No.
unlimitedField: Hm. Weird. So is mine.
unlimitedField: You're the second person to tell me that within the last minute.
unlimitedField: Mine's done too.
unlimitedField: Any idea why I seem to have a server?
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There's... Still no response. And now Sis is looking curious.
"I hope it's not broken... You haven't already activated it, have you?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Well, I did activate it earlier when I was pretending to be The Fonz, but it still wouldn't captchalogue my new game discs. I thought I had to say a new catch-phrase every time I captchalogue something. Sorry Sis, but I can't stop doing it wrong. Maybe my inventory's full? I can't remember filling it with anything important lately."
Nick feels like the guy at a locked door who has resorted to saying "Open Sesame" in his desperation to unlock it. In other words, he feels like a fool.
Sis deadpans. And then asks, very slowly, "What... Did you say when you activated it?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
Nick's handle on technology, outside of the gaming world, isn't stellar. It's times like these when he gets uncomfortable, when he's proven the zero rather than the hero. His mind wanders to the box that's still waiting for him and the game he has yet to play. Something heroic had better happen with one of those, cause he really needs a boost after all the techno-babble that's currently one-upping him.
Sis facepalms.
The Sylladex captalogues the sburb discs.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Wow. I feel dumb. Well, there's your birthday entertainment. A good episode of NRS and watching your bro make an ass out of himself. We should do this again sometime."
With that, Nick leaves the room, tail between legs so to speak, and grabs the package on the way to his room. The suspense has been killing him and he really want's something to lift his spirits after the 'dex debacle. As soon as his door shuts behind him, he begins to rip open the package and find what's inside.
Sis is trying not to laugh. She's failing. The giggles are escaping.
"You better learn real hard to fit 'ayy' into your cool sayings, bro."
In the package is a foam katana. At least something's going well.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Ayyy, it's not that hard, see? The Fonz did it for years. Canadians do it at the end of every sentence. The cool factor of my sentences can only rise with this addition!"
As Nick holds the katana in his hand, he can't help but think of all the sweet moves NRS knows. Flying Death is so much cooler when you've got something to stab into the ground. Or an enemy. Whichever works at the time.
"Ayyy, now this is a sweet piece of armory!" Nick smoothly observes, finally getting the handle on his 'dex, maybe. For a second there, Nick was close to flying the eff off said handle, pirouette style. Now it's all cool.
Nick gets his computer ready to download when he realizes his discs are captchalogued. What a perfect time to test the eject abilities. First, Nick finds his old baseball glove and dons it, prepared for another random ejection like with the NRS plushie earlier. With his glove on his hand and his defensive baseball reactions reaching heights they haven't reached in years, Nick shouts
"FLY, SHURIKEN OF ROBO-VENGENCE!"
in hopes of retrieving the SBURB discs from his 'dex. The Shuriken is a deadly ninja throwing weapon, and one that NRS never leaves home without, except for that one episode where he left home without and all hell broke loose. Hell keeps breaking loose and NRS keeps shoving it back in.
Ben uses strained comeback, and says, "But, it's a foam sword, not a stick. It's not going to poke anyone's eyes out. Geez, why can't you be cool?"
Ben starts edging up the stairs back to his room.
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Sis just keeps facepalming. She's almost getting to that famed double mobius reacharound of facepalming. Double facepalming with the same hand. That type of thing.
"Maybe you could... Use it in puns, or something. Or use the sound. Like, 'M-ayyy-be this could come in handy." The girl just shakes her head.
The sylladex captchalogues his sword. And, because he used the command twice, his shirt too.
He's lucky there's no actual shuriken in the thing. It does pop out the discs, though.
"You... May want to see what's in it before you try something like that. I think your battle shouts actually need to reference what the item is, not just... Randomly like that."
Mom seems to be trying to use Gravitic Glare to pull him back down off the stairs with just her gaze alone.
My helpdesk should you need me.
The real question is: how's the Sburb installation going?
Seems to be around 90% done. Went faster than expected. It's time to get in touch with friends.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Would have worked like a charm 10 years ago, but Ben has leveled up in life too much to succumb to that, so he edges ever closer to the top of the stairs, his bedroom door mere feet from that.
Ben plays the age card, "No one your age is cool, always getting so bent out of shape with little jokes. Life must have been boring in the eighties."
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
GPolukranos, Kill ALL the Things!G
Sam decides to test his sylladex out by walking over to one o his weapon racks and attempting to capchalogue a few swords. Though he's not entirely sure how to go about actually doing that.
"Oops." Well, at least the shirt was dirty anyway. Good excuse to change. Although, it's taking up space in the 'dex now.
"Good grief. DEPLOY DIRTY SHIRT STINK BOMB!" That thing really needs washed. "Thanks for the help sis. Hope your birthday's been fun!"
Nick heads to his room and begins the SBURB install process on his computer. He takes the time to pick out his favorite orange shirt. He hops on Pesterchum to check out what his friends are up to and relieve some stress.
Mom continues to glare without end. Watching him escape with a you'll pay for this eventually look.
When he captchalogues it (which isn't that hard to do), the item disappears from the rack... And appears somewhere on him. That is, it's floating nearby, almost touching his skin, and following his body movements. A dagger moves to his thigh. A greataxe moves to his back. You know. Inventory style from some of those adventure games he plays.
He manages to get the shirt in Sis' face, unless he's fast enough to catch it. She looks kind of stunned.
And suddenly Sburb is installing. It seems to be going... Quite quickly, actually. Isn't this supposed to be some big game?
My helpdesk should you need me.
"whatever"
Ben retreats to his room, and hops on the computer again to check on the sburb installation and to see if anyone is on pesterchum.
improbablekittenz: Back, my mom made some awesome cookies, and I got a giant foam sword!
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
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unlimitedField: Mmm, cookies.
unlimitedField: I got something too.
unlimitedField: Twin daggers.
unlimitedField: Foam, of course.
Ding! Fries are done. And by fries, of course, we mean the installation.
My helpdesk should you need me.
improbablekittenz: Hey, the download is done!
"I've always been a fan of reality by popular vote" - Stephen Colbert (in response to Don McLeroy)
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Sam looks at it and grins. He inventories another dagger length weapon to see of its mutually exclusive based on type. After that, a mask
For some consistency, spoil it "Pesterlog" or "memolog" followed by the name of the recipient or the memo.
PM the person you're pestering when you begin pestering them, so they know to read over your pesterlog in more detail, and to react to it instead of just Nai. If it's a Memolog, anyone can read and respond to it.
With that groundwork, we should see a pretty significant readability improvement
The sword is captchalogued easily, but he better hope he doesn't need it anytime soon.
It seems to be slot-based. That is, he only has so much space on his body to be a walking arsenal. He's going to need to reposition things to actually be able to carry everything. Doesn't seem to prohibit him from sitting, though.
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It seems everyone's installs seem to be about done. Oddly, though, it installed two programs. There's the client connection, of course. How they actually play and connect. But there's an other, slightly odd program. A server program. Hrm...
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sam decides he'll fiddle with that later. Now to do some research on how to start the game up for four-player play, check his news aggregators, sales, commissions, and look for game-ending bugs or hilariously exploitable glitches in the SBURB beta. If anyone in this group of friends would be the type to buy ladders and sell poles, it's Sam.
unassumingArsenal began pestering unlimitedField
uA: Hey, did you finish your install of SBURB yet?
uA: Just finished mine, looking up how the game works while I fiddle with this sylladex.
Sam waits for a response from uF and tries rearranging where things are- capchaloguing a throwing knife and moving it to the inside of his wrist, putting the knives on his back just above his belt, and, to test something, seeing about having the axe hang as if from a frog, on his right hip.
"Uhh, sorry Sis. Still working out the details here. I'm still not used to using a 'dex really."
Huh, SBURB must be somewhat underwhelming if it's going this fast. Nick decides to post a memo to his friends about the topic.
lL: Almost done installing the beta.
lL: Is it this quick for anybody else?
lL: Thinking this might be weaksauce if it's not taking hours to install.
lL: Still, I'm ready to conquer this like a champ.
lL: That reminds me, I gotta get a hold of uA.
lL: Dude, I got the sword
lL: It's pretty effing sweet man
lL: Just like NRS's really
lL: Didn't know you were into the whole foam battle thing
lL: I'm a nerf man myself
lL: Making your own weapons is way more kickass though
unlimitedField: No.
unlimitedField: Hm. Weird. So is mine.
unlimitedField: You're the second person to tell me that within the last minute.
unlimitedField: Mine's done too.
unlimitedField: Any idea why I seem to have a server?