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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 28, 2011, 04:41:20 PM »
PESTERLOG:

AS: ...
AS: I warned you about the stairs, bro

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 28, 2011, 11:42:18 AM »
Al was very confused suddenly, once the tv was smashed into oblivion (wasn't going to do anybody good if it was smashed by meteors anyway, he figured).  An angry woman in a bathrobe appeared and started yelling at Ling in Chinese.  Al watched, bemused, for a moment, while the orange glowy kernalsprite made its appearance.

And then there was crap all over the floor as Ling divested something Al assumed was his emergency ration supply.  Ugh.  Ling's mom was already pissed, BEFORE the tv had been smashed and candy wrappers were strewn across the floor.

That poor woman.

Al decided he would help by cleaning some of that crap up.  He picked up one of the candy wrappers...and the rug underneath it, whoops!  Okay, scratch that.  He tried a different one, a little more cautiously.

As he did so, Patches decided to jump up on his desk, landing on his mouse hand.  The candy wrapper was tossed dramatically through the air.

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 27, 2011, 11:24:59 PM »
PESTERLOG:

SL: ...:(
SL: I didn't until you said that!

AS: Sorry
SL: ...why...why would you do that to me? ;_;
AS: I was trying to make room for the alchemiter
SL: I guess I'll just have to use the sink from now on!  Don't watch!! ;-)
AS: I wouldn't want to anyway
SL: Well, you're like...fifteen, right?  So it would be illegal anyway!
AS: Go alchemize something
AS: ...
AS: Crap it doesn't fit here

SL: ....where now??
AS: Hold on
AS: Um
AS: There is room on the roof I guess

SL: ..............what?  Um, that doesn't seem like a great idea!
AS: I will make stairs
AS: ....stairs take a lot of grist to build

SL: ....you didn't already put it up there, yes???
AS: Um, yes
AS: I did

SL: ....I don't want to climb onto my roof tonight :(
AS: Don't worry
AS: The meteors are still a little ways away
AS: You should probably hurry though I think

SL: ...............I guess I should...punch the cruxthing like Ed did?
AS: Uh I guess so
SL: My hand isn't metal, though :/ 
AS: Here

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 27, 2011, 11:05:27 PM »
PESTERLOG:

AS: Ummmmmm
AS: I hope you don't have to pee
AS: ...

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 27, 2011, 11:04:53 PM »
Al quickly and calmly (after turning on some Dashboard Confessionals) connected to Ling, opening a second Sburb session.  He pondered over the controls for a moment, but Ling was explaining what everything did, in that very strange way that Al had come to associate with bright orange text.  Using a cache of something called "build grist," he made some quick modifications to Ling's house in order to make things a little easier.

He deployed the Totem Lathe without much issue--it fit pretty well in the kitchen.  The Cruxtruder too was all right in the living room area, once Al had moved the sofa and television out of the way.  The Alchemiter was the biggest of the three, of course, and also the most important, in the end.  Al looked into the bathroom.  If he moved the toilet slightly, maybe?

....whoops.

Well, maybe that was sort of revenge for what Ling had done to Brother.  Maybe.

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 26, 2011, 10:08:02 PM »
PESTERLOG:

SL: ALLLL T_T
SL: AL!!!!!!!!!!
SL: :(
SL: :(:(:(:(

AS: I'm back
AS: I found it

SL: ...that took a little while!!
AS: Sorry it was hard to find
SL: I was just about to ask Ran Fan to install hers!
AS: Oh...
AS: I didn't even know she had it

SL: We are both trusting you a lot, Al!!  We are depending on you! 
AS: I'm installing it right now
SL: I hope there's still time! :D
AS: Why didn't you just play with her
SL: :( I wanted you to do it, and then you took forever!
AS: I got into a fight with my dad
SL: I'm...sorry?  Um...I'm sure it was terrible?
SL: You're installing it, yes?

AS: Yes it's installing right now, hold on
SL: :/ I'm holding!  Just to let you know, Al, if I die my ghost totally won't hold it against you!
AS: I'm connecting to you now
SL: ...really???
AS: Yeah you have to push something on your end
SL: Oh!  Yay!!  Connection!!!

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 26, 2011, 09:34:39 PM »
The Sburb beta was, of course, in a pile of discarded mail on the kitchen table, lonely and unplayed, ready to molder its way into oblivion.  What a sad fate for such an amazing game.  What a deplorable, ruinous destiny for something so divine and uplifting.  If only Al would play this game!  His outlook on life would be remarkably different!  His pain would be fashioned into creative potential, forming him into the ultimate sculptor!

Far out the window, the sky began to glow with a reddish light.

Sburb was THE GAME OF THE YEAR, claimed Hella Gamerz magazine, in an outstanding article written by the one and only Guy "The Dude" Mann, who hadn't actually played it yet, but damn, have you seen the opening screen?  That fuckin' swirly thing is like bein' on dope or some shit like that.  Maaaan.

How could a game like this masterpiece be laid to ruin upon the kitchen table of an emokid?  Where is the justice in the world?!

--

Al could feel the pain and isolation raging through his teenage hormones as he abandoned the idea of taking Tiger with him into his bedroom and blasting emo music.  It was possible the situation actually called for less Fallout Boy and more Dashboard Confessionals.  This sort of thing was tricky.  It was also something that Al figured he should probably figure out once he had rescued Ling from impending meteor death.

It was possible (and even likely) that Ling didn't deserve it, being the jerk he was and playing with Brother before he'd played with Al.  However, Ling was a good friend of Ran Fan, and just the sight of her tinier than normal lowercase black text on his screen was enough to send Al's stomach into a twitter of butterflies and angst.

Alas.  He would never know love, the way he loved.

Such was the fate of one so alone as he.

He knew this from the clouds in his dreams, of course.  His strange dreams were the frequent topic of his LiveJournal posts (underneath LJ cuts that read "like you'll read this anyway...." and "don't want to clutter up your flist I guess..."), not that he could make sense of these.  But they sort of seemed to tell him the future or something.  He couldn't remember the clouds in his dreams most of the time, and it wasn't like he could make anything out from them anyway.

Sometimes, Al wondered if his dreams weren't the source of his angst, really.  In his dreams, he lived in a golden tower and could fly around his amazing world.  He was always so happy when he was there that waking up was a disappointment.  Brother leaving and Mister Snuggles meeting and untimely end simply...made it so that sleeping was preferable.

But, since there was no psychic troll making him fall asleep all the time or something weird like that, Al was awake a lot.

Oh well.  His silly dreams probably didn't mean anything anyway.

After spending probably hours in the foyer contemplating this and then getting distracted by feeding the cats, Al spotted the green SBURB envelope on the table, underneath the cable bill.  Well, whatever.  Maybe Ran Fan would be impressed by Al's timely rescue of Ling and fall dramatically in love with him (probably not).

Grabbing the envelope, he headed back up to his room.  Dad ignored him.

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 19, 2011, 11:06:50 AM »
Al searched the living room around his father fruitlessly for a while.  Dad wasn't terribly interested in Al's comings and goings, it would seem.  Not that Al didn't already know that.  Dad wasn't terribly interested in most anything, really.

Al's EMOMETER had taken a critical hit, though, and there was really only one way to remedy the situation:  FALL OUT BOY.  At a MILLION DECIBELS.  Tiger would join him, curled up on his lap cutely (Tiger was the only cat who would enter Al's room when the music was that loud; he was also deaf), while Al hugged him and told him about why life was so hard.

What was he doing down here again?  Looking for his copy of Sburb that had been discarded the day it arrived?  Ugh, right, because otherwise SL was going to get hit be meteors or something.  Didn't he understand that Al was DYING ON THE INSIDE? 

UGH. 

NOBODY UNDERSTOOD.

The beta might have to wait until Al's emometer settled down a little.

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 18, 2011, 09:06:52 PM »
Could Al be so lucky as to miss his father entirely?

Seriously, what fun would that be?  You would miss all the terrible pokemon related puns.  Admit it.

STRIFE!!!
AGGRIEVE!

AL used YOUTH ROLL!

It didn't affect DAD, who effectively stopped the ROLL by having placed a bookshelf there 14 years ago!

DAD used IGNORE ENTIRELY!

It was SUPER EFFECTIVE!  AL takes EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!



AL's EMOMETER was getting DANGEROUSLY HIGH!

AL used EMO RANT to deplete some of his extra EMO!

DAD was RESISTANT to RANTING!

DAD used TURN NEWSPAPER PAGE!

AL was DEFEATED! :(

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Act I / Re: Part II
« on: August 18, 2011, 08:31:28 PM »
The problem with Al finding his copy of the beta was the fact that Al didn't actually remember where he had put the beta.  He had posted very clearly on his LiveJournal that he had gotten approved for the Sburb beta MONTHS ago.  And no one had responded.  (Clearly, this had nothing to do with the fact that no one had heard of the Sburb beta back then.)  So when it actually arrived, Al hadn't felt compelled to, you know, actually tell someone.

If they had CARED, they would have ASKED.

So the Sburb beta that, AMAZINGLY ENOUGH, oooh someone wants to play now that his oh-so-glorious brother was too busy to, well.  Al didn't remember where he had stashed it in his fit of mailbox related angst.

He was fairly certain it had never made it up to his bedroom, which could only mean that it was downstairs somewhere.  Downstairs, where there was a chance to encounter the only other occupant of the house:  Al's DAD.

Now, don't get him wrong.  Al liked his Dad a lot.  He was a pretty neat guy, even if Ed had moved to school three years early, trying to avoid him.  (He COULD have just graduated high school like a NORMAL person, ugh.)  It was just that....well, Dad could be a little overbearing at times.  He got a little lonely, Al sometimes thought, and...

If meteors were really about to hit SL's house, well, Al couldn't really afford to lollygag!  Despite their conversation, Al did like SL.  It would be really sad if he died.

So Al just had to be quiet.  No problem.

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Act I / Part II
« on: August 17, 2011, 05:37:11 PM »
> Be the other guy.


Your name is ALPHONSE ELRIC, better known to friends and family as AL.  At least you would be if your friends and family weren't all INSUFFERABLE JERKS.  No one ever talks to you or pesters you or wants to play games with you or anything.

Your MAILBOX is empty.

Your INBOX is empty.

Your PESTERLOG is empty.

Your SOUL is empty.

Despite being ALONE IN THE WORLD, TRAPPED INSIDE AN EXISTENTIAL QUANDARY OF LOATHING AND SELF DOUBT, AND WRACKED WITH THE PAIN AND ISOLATION OF YOUR PITIFUL MEANINGLESS EXISTENCE, you have a few INTERESTS.  The most important one being KITTY CATS.  Your DARLING PETS are the only ones who UNDERSTAND YOU.  Their WARM, THICK FUR is the HANDKERCHIEF for your TEARS.

Actually, your pets are part of the REASON FOR YOUR EMO lately.  Ever since MISTER SNUGGLES ran out into the STREET and came into contact with that OLD BUICK, well.  Things just haven't been the same.

You also have a penchant for REALLY EMO BANDS.  You have a fondness for MEDIEVAL KNIGHTS and have spent a goodly portion of your childhood yearning to become one.  You think DRAGONS are really cool.  You collect STUFFED ANIMALS OF CREATURES NO ONE ACTUALLY LIKES because you feel SYMPATHY for them.

Yours is a MISERABLE EXISTENCE.  You have locked away your HEART in a dark cage of COOL INDIFFERENCE.  No one knows who you really are.  Not even your BROTHER, with whom you were very close, until he had to go away to COLLEGE.

That is the REAL REASON your screen name is armoredSoul.  Because that is who you are...on the INSIDE.

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