Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 15, 2023 1:54:15 GMT
AND THUS, YOU GET TO IT!
Opening up the yeehawitron, you get to work pestering your lads! Most of which seem to be busy getting into the game and settling in themselves--with the exception of neutroticPresident and outrageousZoologist! Therefore, time to check in on them!
==> Virginia, be OZ.
You are now Kudnir Istean. And it seems you have a few new pings on your GRUBTOP. Maybe you should take a look?
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 15, 2023 22:50:06 GMT
Your respite block is relatively spartan in nature. Due to the circumstances you and NP find yourself in, the walls… and floor… are all metallic. As such, there’s a simple mattress against the wall to keep to safe as you “sleep.” And that’s relatively it. With the exception of your palmhusk and grubtop, and their respective chargers. Typically it would be more decorated, but you lack the materials to make this place more… roomy.
You are in hiding after all.
(That you! Should I shift the art for this series to be more realistic like this?)
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 17, 2023 16:59:33 GMT
You promptly ignore FW messages and leave your room, propping up the slab of floor steel that is your “door.” After exiting your hovel, you’re met with the vast expanse of the hallway before you, splitting off into other various winding pathways. It blends from a neutral gray to a deep purple—likely NP’s doing as the Thief Of Space to preserve a few chunks of Derse. Some of the Carapacians appreciate it.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 19, 2023 16:47:19 GMT
You do just that, placing it on said wall. You used to use this method a lot when you needed to walk around on your lonesome. But maybe you can just get NP to come to you…
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 21, 2023 4:35:50 GMT
OZ ==> Message NP!
OZ: hey uh
OZ: np
OZ: where uh
OZ: where are you
NP: You're the fuckin' light player man, you can do it!
NP: Use your big old peepers pal
OZ: you're a dickhead.
OZ: just warp me there.
NP: You're no fun
Within a fraction of a second, you are brought to NP. NP, of course, being a fellow troll. His name is EANVIS KHAZAR, but you just like to call him PREZ. His domicile is scattered in his various strategy games and guidebooks, additionally, there seem to be a few maps drawn up as well. The teal-blood is still rabid as ever to save his, and your, lives. You just wish your remaining co players listened to him rather than sequestering themselves away. Regardless, there's not much else to do.
His god-tier clothing seems to be sloppily piled in the corner as the winged troll fusses about with the remaining quest beds you and your compatriots captchalogued and brought, skittering about with a grunt. God-tier plans for the entire group were hampered by... well. The well guarded state of Derse and Prospit's remnants, and the trapped dream selves. As of now, he's trying too hard on his backup plan.
