fenrir Posted May 20, 2011 Report Share Posted May 20, 2011 > Cain: WAKE UP. You wake up. You do not remember the events of last night, except for a bottle of vodka. Otherwise you don't remember crap. This is the first time you've awoken to the taste of alcohol in your mouth, and honestly it doesn't taste too great. Looking around your room, you notice that it's entirety has been kept intact. That's good. You're also still wearing your suit. With an exaggerated sigh, you get up and dust yourself. You then change into your dress cloths, obviously since more guests will undoubtedly arrive. Your room is dark and covered with posters of SHADOWED VIGILANTES. It's an odd contrast to the images of GENTLEMEN GANGSTERS your father puts up around the house, but you like it. There are also a few dice scattered about; you'll pick them up later. The light just barely filters through the binds, and you shuffle from your messy bed through the room to the other side, containing your desk and laptop. It appears to be on, the chord still connected to the nearby outlet. Part of the screen is flashing; someone is messaging you. [spoiler=DR/VG] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Hey shitstain? You there? Come one time is fuckin valuable here. DR: You know all the fuckin awesome s*** i could have been doing while your dickin around like a lonley old man? DR: No you don't because you are not fuckin responding. DR: So I am not telling you s*** you goddamn piece of f***ing ass.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Oh, hey punk.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Not the most polite way to talk to a lady you dumb c***. [/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Problem?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: No, just VR will cry if you fuckin spoke to him like that.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: He can go f*** himself for all I care, I just woke up with a headache and a vodka bottle in my sheets.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: I think the fuckweed tried that.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: f***ing himself with a vodka bottle? Kinky.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Your cheating on Link with alcohol? Fuckin slut.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: f*** myself for typing that. VG: f*** you.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: You fuckin wish don't you bitchy mc nocock[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: I f***ing might you dumb b****.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: ...did we just flirt? Lets never fuckin speak of this ever.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: $50 and I'll consider it. VG: What do you want anyways, I think the doorbell rang.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Remenber that game? The one with the dying?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: I'm not a particular fan of dying, but yes.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Well of course WE won't be dying, what kinda fuckin made woman would I be if I let my daylight crew down?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Daylight crew?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Not a very fuckin proffesional one. DR: It's daylight, and I am in a whole different gang when I fuckin sleep. Didn't I fuckin explain this earlier?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: That is the stupidest s*** I've ever heard come from your mouth. VG: Stupidest. s***.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: I would say that the s*** your spewing is the dumbest I've ever heard but you just f***ed a glass bottle of alcohol. DR: So fuckin well played. You topped yourself.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Oh shut the f*** up. VG: I bet you're just jealous of the bottle.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Why the f*** would I? The sweeter s*** is right accross from my room. DR: Candy liquer man, I should hook you up with this s***, maybe you will learn your fuckin left from rights. [/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: I have no good retort for that. VG: Probably because I have a headache, so f*** you.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Okay so more importantly besides the fuckin russian water who is on top in this relationship?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Bottom, thank you very much.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: For the fuckin game.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: What about it?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Your server or some s***. Who is boned enough to have to help you?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG:...You? [color="#FF0000"]DR: ...fudgesickles.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Luckily for you, I can at least be civil if I want to.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Or when you don't have a fuckin hangover from shoving glassware up your ass.[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: I am going to get you back for that. VG: In terrible, terrible ways.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Just think of me when you decide to enjoy the fuckin champagne okay?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Some reason I get the idea you'd enjoy that. VG: Regardless, f*** you.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Wuv you too, anyway can we get this s*** train on the fuckin railroad tracks?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG:...Can I at least take a shower or something?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: But there isn't even any fuckin bloodstains?[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: Hold on let me get the bottle. VG: Okay, there's some blood on my arm now, happy you f***ing psychopath?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: And you can use the vodka to disinfect it. Hooray for fuckin multitasking[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: The vodka is gone.[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: That's cause you suck anyway let me download this server disk... DR: Well that was fuckin speedy... DR: ...oh fluffernutter[/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: What now?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR:... Nothing everything is perfectly fine, yup, s*** is still on the fuckin hook. Because the s*** is boring. [/color] [color="#0000FF"]VG: ...I'm gonna take a shower now, kay?[/color] [color="#FF0000"]DR: Where is the record video on this f***er....[/color] [/color] [/spoiler] You close the chat, not bothering to try comprehending your 'friend's latest message. Your headache is killing you at the moment, and you desperately need a shower. Little did you know you've downloaded both disks already, and Mary had connected. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow Zero Posted May 21, 2011 Report Share Posted May 21, 2011 > Drake: Stop Zoning out You snap out of it. Why were you zoning out in the first place? Oh yeah, you were listening to awesome music by this one band. > Inspect your room Not really all that much to inspect, but you decide to do so anyway. As mentioned before, your name is Dave Sarcozi. You have a number of interests, most of which happens to involve music, more specifically rock music. on the walls are posters of some of the bands that you listen to. > Inspect posters Among the posters you have on the wall is one of Evanescence. The lead singer is Amy Evans, and she is the greatest female singer that you know of. You always enjoy her songs. The others are bands such as Coheed and Cambria, Skillet, Atreyu, Avenged Sevenfold, Breaking Benjamin, My Chemical Romance, and Linkin Park, although you think that some of their songs could use quite a bit of work. > Inspect other posters These are the poster of the things that aren't rock that you show an interest in. One is a picture of Sonic and Shadow fighting, from in the Sonic X series. Another is a poster that your dad made for you. It's a picture of the Mythos version of Zero, a fanmade version, but awesome nonetheless. The last one is a Code Lyoko poster, one of the few shoes that you watch that aren't rock related. It shows a possessed William with the mark of Xana in the bottom right corner. > inspect books There are various books that cover almost a complete side of your room. The only space not occupied by books is the closet door. The books are anything from manga, to guitar books that teach you how to play, to fantasy and sci-fi, and pretty much anything in between. Your Guardian buys you all of these books thinking that you like to read them. You do this to mollify him, since you know how he gets when he is disappointed. > Check Pesterchum There are a few of your chums on, but you really don't feel like talking with anyone. > Jam on your guitar You freestyle on your guitar for a while, You figure nothing else is happening, so why not. After a little while you stop freestyling and play along with the music that is playing on the radio. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nexev Posted May 21, 2011 Report Share Posted May 21, 2011 Mary Rise up=> You arise, out of the bed. Ha did you really think something interesting was going to happen nookstain. Fondly regard your room=> This isn't your room f*** ass. It's just some moron who you targeted. Mr... Hussie? Huh, weird name. But atleast he had a nice computer. One of those drawing tablet things. Now you can make a murual with it. Badass. Your jumping up and down clapping for joy. Of course your not actually because your such a f***ing coolchick that such an act would be unthinkable. But still, mentally. Go home=> You do so. Luckily your complex is nearby. Ah to be back home. Oh look a new body on the front porch. Silly guy probbaly tried to kill uncle again. Time to go to your room. Fondly regard mural=> Ahh you do love this handpainted mural of peace and understanding and whatthefuckwaswrongwithyouwhenyoumadethis? Anyway Cain should be awake by now. You should talk to him. Contact fuckweed=> You tell him to talk to you but he doesn't answer. You then proceed to insult him until he responds. He tells you he woke up with a bottle of vodka in his bed. You feel jealous but try to hide it by accusing his sexuality. You both wind up makeing weird violent flirts until he brings up the game. You've heard about the game from the rapebeasts that stalk your dreams like the fuckweeds they are so you become his server. He then proceeds to go take a shower. Your face is redder then the cheeks in Brute's magazines. Observe=> Well of course you are... you need to... umm... research the bathroom. Yeah. Research. You are in no way fondly regarding the way the water is trickling down his body... all the way down to his.... You brush away the drool with your hand. This is research dammit it's important! You decide to record this for posterior... you mean prosperity! You just need to find the damn button. Fail to find button=> You fail at failing because your awesome. Also it was under the option menu, apparently shower research is common enough. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow Zero Posted May 22, 2011 Report Share Posted May 22, 2011 >Pester one of your chums. You were rather enjoying playing your guitar, but you suppose you should, if for no other reason then to see how much they have learned about this game you agreed to play thus far. [spoiler= RG : DR] [color="#000080"]RG: Yo. Sup?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: ...bwah? What? I was... DR: Distracted.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Distracted? How so?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: As in I was f***ing doing something and wasn't fuckin focusing on the stupid sonofacunt task at hand. DR: That is the definition of distracting? Shall I fuckin teach you annoying next?[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Okay then, you're clearly not feeling particularly hospitable, but then what else is new? RG: So, you guys mentioned something about a game earlier right? Something not related to music?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: So you can fuckin listen. DR: Yes there is a fuckin game, I am playing that s*** right now. DR: It's... graphics... are quite enjoyable. DR: Yes, graphics. That's the word I was fuckin looking for.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]RG Does it have the option of playing rock music?[/color] [color="#000080"]DR:... sure let's go with that. But anyway Linkin park is not fuckin rock so I doubt you'll get what you want irregardless.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Thsy still have a few good songs regardless of that fact. RG: And must you always swear? It's like listening to one of those really bad songs where people swear every two seconds.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Yes I fuckin must. It's my fuckin calling, DR: Arise, Babe of Pissing Drake The f*** Off Like The fa**** He Is. DR: Or Bopdtfoltfhi if your a loser. DR: How the f*** would you even pronounce that anyway?[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: The hell if I know.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: You not knowing something, that's a fuckin shocker.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: There's a lot of things I don't know. I mean, since when have I claimed to know anything about anything except for rock music?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: You do not know rock. Even I know that your rock is some flimsy as s*** mainstream copycat of true rock and I follow the far superior fuckin jazz genre.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: And there you go again with your Jazz talk. Seriously, must we do this every time we talk?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Hey, I can't be accounted for your s*** taste, atleast listen to elvis or some s***.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: >Implying that I don't already listen to Elvis.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Given your fuckin horrible understand of Rock it's a safe bet you mistook it for rap somehow like the fuckin nimrod you are. DR: Even that would be better then the swill you listen to.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: And I would remind YOU that I listen to the classics as well as the current genre's of rock.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: That is NOT the current genre of music, that is whatever was currently clogging the toliet of good taste that was fished out by the plumber and then stolen by you before it could be flushed back to hell where it belongs. DR: My dreams are haunted by that f***ing my chemical romance track you linked me. DR: FUCKIN HAUNTED[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Well, excuse ME for thinking you might actually appreciate my efforts to introduce you to something other then Jazz. Don't know why I thought that you would have actually liked ANY of the music that I listen to given how often you complain about it.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: I listen to plenty of songs. Classical, Jazz, Blues, Ragtime, hell even ACTUAL classic rock. DR: THAT is not rock, that is like Bieber turned emo or some hellspawn like that.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Whatever. It's quite obvious to me that we are never going to agree on the topic of music. Now, getting back on the original topic that was started however many centuries ago, what can you tell me of the game mechanics thus far?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Oh yes, well apparently you have these jobs like client and server or some s*** like that. DR: Cain is my client and I am the server...ew that sounds fuckin nasty. DR: Anyway so far it seems like the server gets to play sims with the clients house but VR has been talking about 'entering' and s*** like that. DR: Personally I am just enjoying the view.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: The SIMS? Seriously? If I had known that it was going to be like that, I would never have agreed to such a proposition as playing this thing. Sounds like it's going to be dull as hell.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Oh it's like hell, but in temperature not entertainment value. DR: Cause consider myself fuckin entertained.[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Well, that makes me wonder jus what you are doing at the moment, given from what I know of you. But that aside, are you telling me that you haven't actually started exploring ANY of the things that can be used in the game other then viewing stuff?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Um... maybe?[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: I'll take that as a no then.[/color] [color="#000080"]DR: Take that as a f*** you.[/color] [color="#4B0082"]RG: Thanks, but I would rather not. I have to wonder about your nature though, if you keep saying things like that. Perhaps you were the bride that they were talking about in that one song by Panic at the Disco?[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: ...What?[/color] [color="#000080"]RG: Yeah. Forgot the name of the song since I haven't heard it in a while, but the way you say eff you to everyone, you could definitely fit the profile.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Okay I looked the fuckin song on youtube and if your talking about I Write Sins Not Tragedies I am going to f***ing break your legs. DR: Don't fuckin think I can't. [/color] [color="#000080"]RG: No, I'm pretty sure that you can. If you can find me, that is.[/color] [color="#8B0000"]DR: Fine but don't go crying foul when I do. My uncle's buisness has sources. I can find you just fine. DR: So the first click you here will be me going idle. DR: The first knock will be my mace wrecking a perfectly good door.[/color] [[color="#8B0000"]DR[/color]] is now an idle chum [/spoiler] Well, that could have gone a lot better. You probably shouldn't have said what you did in referencing her to that one song. Ah well, nothing you can do about it now. Still, you now how stubborn she can be when she sets her mind on something. You should probably let your Dad know some of what just happened in any case, since she likely is not going to be coming alone. >Speak with your Dad You go downstairs to have a word with your dad about the situation. You explain it to him, but he doesn't seem to be paying any attention. In fact, he is currently tapping away on his I-Pad 2. A quick glance shows that it's about music stuff as usual. Oh well, nothing to be done. You supposed you'll just have to figure out how to take care of the situation yourself. >Prepare for the impending fight You have no idea how to do that. You're a musician, not a fighter. In all likelihood, you're probably going to get the crap kicked out of you. You really should have kept quiet with that song reference. It could well end up costing you dearly now. You should probably apologize, not that it will help you any. [spoiler=RG : DR] [color="#000080"]Um, Mary...I think we can agree that I went to far with that last comment. you'll probably still want to break my legs anyway but, I figured I'd at least apologize. I'm sorry for implying that you were...well, that thing they said in the song I referenced. It wasn't cool. Anyway, I'll just go now. See you when you get here, since you most lkely are going to show up anyway.[/color] [/spoiler] >Prepare for the conflict to come There's really not a whole lot to do, except wish that you hadn't said what you had, or wish that there was some way you could be somewhere else where you couldn't be found. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sploda Posted May 22, 2011 Report Share Posted May 22, 2011 > Wake Up. You would be more inclined to wake up if in fact you had been sleeping to begin with. > Observe object in front of you. You direct your gaze at the Chess table in front of you. You are sorely tempted to challenge your computer to a game, but digress in the interest of other things. > Stop gazing around in First Person. You no longer look around in first person. > Check computer to see if any friends are on. You sit down in front of the computer for a moment and see that some people are on, not that you would consider all but one a friend anyway. The one friend you do have gravitates towards the side of dual-personalities, but is generally nice enough. The rest are just people you associate with. It would appear that one of them has gone idle, which is rare to see from this lot of people. > Check room for Organizational follies. You quickly spot check your room and spy a set of throwing darts near the window. Those don't belong there! You quickly pick them up and store it in your Possibility Fetch Modus, which means you must corner the item you are attempting to get in a quick game of 5 piece Chess. You consider switching it to a Rock, Paper, Scissors Possibility system but you aren't overly worried at the moment. > Hazard a gaze out the window. You chance a glance out the window to be sure that your arch-nemesis isn't spying on you with her latest equipment. You must remain vigilant lest she screw you royally. You ponder where she could be as you watch the mailman drop off your package. You wish he would heed your warning and just toss your mail up through the window. > Prepare for strategic maneuvers to reach the package. You tighten the strings on your shoes as you prepare to descend into the unknown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenrir Posted May 26, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 26, 2011 > Cain: Get out of the goddamn shower. You stumble and trip to try to get out of the shower. You forgot you're nearly blind without your glasses. Without wasting more time, you change back into your regular attire; without the suit or anything. Just your simple tee and pants get up. Well, you at least put on your dress pants and shoes, otherwise it would just be uncivilized. > Cain: Go talk to mafia girl. Fine. You return to your computer, and take a seat in front of your desk. It's just barely the start of the afternoon, and your room is still only partially illuminated. You click on your conversation with Mary but suddenly get interrupted. You hear the sound of a motorcycle being started up, and the faint sound of thunder in the distance. A storm approaching, perhaps? It at least left him home alone. You decide to exit your room into your hallway. You make right and walk down the dark corridor to your spiral staircase. Various pictures of framed mobsters hang from the walls. > Cain: Descend. Dundunada dun dundundundun dundunadaaaa dun dun dun dun dun Okay you'll stop. You very quickly descend the flight of stairs, stopping by the large window in the middle of the staircase to glance outside your house. You very faintly can see the nearby city and... Yup, you were right. Thunderclouds. A few seconds later and you were on the ground floor of your house. Near the entrance as well. You quickly strategize a plan for the afternoon. 1. Stock up on ingredients in case you're hungry and can't go visit the kitchen due to rowdy guests. 2. Obtain weapon for self defense. 3. Pet the shark. At the entrance for your house, there are two rooms. The left option after the entrance is your living room. It smells like alcohol, gunpowder, and cocaine. As usual. To the right is the kitchen. It smells infinitely better than the rest of the house, why? Because you cook there. In between the two rooms is a decorative table, your PDA is located there. You probably left it there upon greeting the guests. Somehow it is intact and still present in the household. Very swiftly you pick it up, and head towards the kitchen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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