Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 5, 2023 22:14:25 GMT
You click on the SBURB window, glancing back to see whom, exactly, is prepped and ready. It finally seems like most of your friends are prepared. Blair, Virginia, Reed, all ready. NP and OZ were just spectating or doing tutorial recon. Then there was Heather... oh boy. JE was last minute, apparently, setting all that shit up quite easily it seemed. You cross your legs, tapping your nails on the desk beneath you as you prepare to launch the game.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 6, 2023 17:13:21 GMT
==> ENTER
This scene comprises the general vibe of everyone logging in and establishing each others hosts and player connections. Currently, it is Blair Davis --> Reed Atkins --> Virginia McCarter --> Lynet Gonquin --> jitteryEvangelist (unknown).
As the track "Homestuck" plays in the background, it displays the gang dicking around with constructs and housing modules. Cruxtruders are opened and Kernelsprites released. Objects are mistakenly prototyped--a little cowboy poster, tiny army men action figures, a pumpkin, a dragon figurine, and the bow of a violin... hopefully none of these have any strange, unforseen consequences.
Though as the meteors close in and panic erupts amongst the group, each player manages to figure out the usage of cruxite dowels with the help of OZ and NP--escaping into the medium.
A badge shattered. Jar unopened. Puppet strings. A strange meditation cassette (don't even ask how that functioned). Last yet not least... a PS5 crushed with a sledgehammer.
Lands are inhabited, houses and apartments jutting above strange and alien landscapes. Now then.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 6, 2023 18:57:22 GMT
You are now Virginia, sitting amongst your room, watching as your PISTOLEROSPRITE hovers about.
"KID. KID. Snap out of it, you're making me nervous here." The visage of Marty Robbins buzzes around your head, circling slowly to rouse you from the floor--which does indeed work. After struggling up, you're given a nice, full view of the land outside...
THE LAND OF CONSTRUCTION AND SAND.
Little Antlion constructs roam about the endless steel pilons and barren canyons. Your mouth has never felt so dry. Maybe you should tell your dad to start bottling water--
OH SHIT, YOUR DAD!
Running downstairs and tripping down the steps again, you come across... your father, sitting at the diningroom table, gallons of water already placed atop the counter. Huh. Seems like he had the same idea. He also seems oddly nonchalaunt about the Marty Robbins sprite behind you and the endless sands outside. Rather, he takes off his work uniform, and moves to open the door. Something about "getting those damn bugs off my lawn."
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 6, 2023 22:57:40 GMT
You turn away from your father to fist bump Marty Robbins. With your new cowpoke pal at your side, you figure it's time to look around. Outside though, there seems to be an odd grouping of small fellows... strange, mutated creatures buzzing about. Your father adjusts his wireframe glasses and picks up his broom, preparing to shoo them away. However, when he bumps one, it seems to dissolve into even tinier imps, attempting to attack Dad! What will you do?
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 7, 2023 23:56:30 GMT
Rushing into the fray, you are accosted by tiny pistol wearing, violin playing, etc imps! But they don't expect one thing--the power of leg day. You kinda just stomp on them all like tiny little ants. As a result, weird fruit gusher looking things pop out, which you absorb into yourself. That is... strange.
Post by loquaciousjester on Aug 8, 2023 23:04:57 GMT
Getting flustered, you sputter for a second. Marty just furrows his brows. Yeah, he's clocked you. But whatever, it isn't that bad. You're faced with this new, wide open land though. What should you do next...?
