skylarkNoise

>Enter name.
Your name is ELLIOTT MITCHELL and go by the chumhandle skylarkNoise.

You like to call yourself an AMATEUR WRITER even though you've never finished any of your works. You seldom play any VIDEO GAMES and are more interested in the ROLE-PLAYING aspect of games. As such, you create ORIGINAL CHARACTERS for every universe you come across. You share the interests of ANIME and MANGA that many of your friends posses, your favorite by far being HOMESTUCK. You also enjoy CHILDREN'S SHOWS (unironically). You've dabbled into various other activities but they never bear much fruit to serve any notable mention-

>Answer PC.
You notice that you're best bro is pestering you and decide to answer him immediately.

Show Pesterlog:

You start up the download and decide to take in your surroundings.

>Examine room.
You're desk is littered with NOTES regarding various OCs. Your VARIOUS-SIDED DIE are located in a small plastic capsule. Many pens and pencils are scattered on the floor and you notice your WRITING NOTEBOOK on your bed. Nothing else strikes you worth noting.

What will you do?

>Contemplate your favorite show and create the ultimate OC for that show.

Ah HOMESTUCK. What a brilliant show. No matter how many ups and downs it has it always manages to be amazing. So many awesome moments, so many awesome characters. You always forget to thank Gabriel for introducing you to such a work of art. Maybe you'll come up with something later.

Your OC for Homestuck's a bit of a stretch. Way to embarrassing to share with anyone as it stands.

>Suffer an explosive epiphany after considering the similarities between HOMESTUCK and current events.

That would be pretty cool, but Homestuck is more of a slice-of-life turned fantasy. Saying Homestuck started off like the "recent events" would be pretty stupid considering it WAS based of typical events.

>Wait until midnite, and then have a literal midnite snack.
You'll probably do that later considering it's early afternoon.

>Grab your writing notebook and read what you've written.
You roll over to your bed and open to the last page:

Show Readings:

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Ugh. You throw the book back on the bed and try to forget you ever wrote such drivel.

> Stare at ceiling aimlessly hoping for inspiration.
You stare at your popcorn ceiling, hoping some sort of epiphany would strike you. Wait a second... is that what you think it is? By Providence, it is! It's Minerva! Or at least what you think Minerva looks like. Such an angelic visage in the bumps and crevices of your ceiling! Oh, but what have we here? Why, it's Felicia! What is she doing to Minerva? That lascivious lass! Who knew she had such feelings hidden away?

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Shocked and awed by the debaucherous display, you move your head and body this way and that to see the images at different angles until- CRAP!

>Get up from floor
Ashamed by your foolish display, you are thankful that no one saw what you were doing. You set your chair back to it's upright position and roll back up to your computer. You look one last time at your ceiling but alas, the immoral image was no more.

>Check on download
You take a gander at SBURB's download progress. 95%... ETA: 35 minutes. If you use the Internet, either the download will be slowed to all hell or your won't be able to load a simple web page. What to do in the meantime....

>Look out the window, describe results.
You get up from your chair and stick your head out the window.

The sun's rays fell like a stranger's embrace. A breeze blows past, accenting the subtle noises of the suburbia below. Even so high above the lethargic routine of life, you can't help but feel that there's no escaping it's repose. The outside makes you feel stuck to your small white-walled space, confined to a slightly more exciting life inside.

>Enjoy the silence.
The transition to mid-afternoon is preluded by a lulling silence. You have so much to do but such a long wait accompanies it. You might as well.... Might as well just...

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Fall asleep.

>Elliot: Wake Up (you know what i mean)

Show Dreamlog:

>Elliot: Lucid dream
That really hurt. Was this a dream? A dream? You're dreaming? You pinch yourself in the cheek and hurt yourself. Are you dreaming? You look up at the strange clouds one more time...

Is that YOU sleeping on your bed? This is getting really strange.

>Float back to towers.
You float back in the general direction of the towers and randomly enter on other them.

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What the heck? Who is this fair lady? You stare for what seems like forever until it hits you. It must be-!

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You wake up in your room, on the floor, face down. But must of been moving in your sleep. Yup. Nothing else could of knocked you off your bed.

>Elliot: Pester US about happenings.

Show Pesterlog:

>Get pestered by GC

Show pesterlog:

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Man, she's such a spacecase. What this? You're getting pestered by BT. This'll be... interesting.

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Show Pesterlog:

>Elliott: Get some band-aids from downstairs for your bruises

Falling so many times in one day has started giving you bruises. You consider getting bandages for them, but you decide to man up and deal with it.

>Check download again.
You open up the download window for SBURB. 98%. ETA: N/A.

Not available?! What the heck?! How long will this blasted download take?!

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Who could be pestering you now? comptonCityg [CC]?

show pesterlog:

Well, that was strange.

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Hey, look who it is! Didn't expect to here from him today! What tales will he regale you with this time?

show pesterlog:

Maybe he's the reason you have such crazy ideas about Felicia.

>Answer Gabriel

show pesterlog:

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You take Gabriel's advice and disconnect the power to your router, losing your connection to the Internet. You plug it back in and wait for it to regain connection. If all goes as planned, the download'll finish and you'll be one step closer to the ghost-deers of you dreams!

>Elliott: Get a Capri-Sun while you wait
This baby's gonna take a minute or two to get reconnected, so you decide to grab a small drink. And what better way to quench your tiny thirst but with a Capri-Sun!

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You scamper out of your room into you LIVING ROOM. It also counts as your dining room, but you don't really eat out here much anyways. You see your SCHOOL TROPHIES in the corner table. There's a whole bunch of stuff out here, now that you think about it, but it'd be a waste of time to take note of every individual one now. That's be silly.

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You make your way to the kitchen and grab a pouch of Capri-Sun from the fridge. You tear off the straw and stab it right into the pouch, removing the plastic the the process. You bring it to your mouth and...

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BLUH!

It's cherry! Who the fuck bought cherry Capri-Sun! This shit tastes like medicine!

Wait, you did, since you're the only one living here. Mysterious.

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You decide to man up and drink the whole thing in one gulp... Alright, maybe two gulps... Fuck it, three gulps and you finish the pouch of shitty Capri-Sun.

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You make your way back to your room and the router is flashing energetically, like an exhibitionist with only a trench coat and a dream... Alright, that was an odd analogy. You blame it on the Capri-Sun and take a seat in front of your computer.

>Elliott: Then restart the download.
You click "Resume" on the download, and, lo and behold, it finishes! You do a little dance in your chair to celebrate. You gotta tell someone.

>Pester Gabriel

show pesterlog:

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You install the game and run the it.
SBURB version 0.0.1

SBURB client is running.

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show pesterlog:

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Well, here it comes. The big moment. You don't know why you're so nervous. Maybe it's all this serious discussion going around lately relating to the game. Perhaps it's some sort of deep premonition you have about the greater scheme of things. In either case, you choose to ignore such silly notions and pay attention to the window that just popped up on your screen.

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It's the SBURB window again. More dialog has been added.

A SBURB host user is attempting to connect with you

Client hast established connection with host

Press [Enter] when ready.

You press enter without a second thought.

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My goodness was that beautiful... and nauseating. You shake this off however, when nothing seems to appear on your screen.

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