Fatesealed IC (OPEN FOR TROLLS) (SUGGEST FOR SHADES OF GRAY HERE)

So, this is the IC. This will be the only IC. There will be no other IC.

And, because we're screwing with time that much, we're starting with the Carapace Intermission.

If your char is a kid or a troll, and you post here, I will smack you with the STICK OF KILLING OFF YOUR CHAR. Not even kidding this time. Of course I'm kidding, silly people. And I am incredibly aware of how invisible this isn't.

That's right, you may now post about your many beautiful trolls. Suggest here in black for Shades of Gray. That is all.

And here we go.

You take your normal route to work, walking through some of Prospit's many shining parks as you always do. It takes much less time than one would expect, walking through so many scenic places, but they're all right there, and your walk is only about 50 generic time-based units of measurement (GTBUs), as it always is. You walk into the shining tower you work in, one of eight exactly like it in appearance.

As you walk through the glimmering halls and rooms of the ground floor, you happily return the many greetings the people you pass by give you. You enter the elevator with a smile, and press the button for the top floor. You don't really pay attention to the Dersites in the elevator with you. Emissaries arrive all the time to demand Prospit's immediate surrender, and they are likely as not your first appointments of the day.

You reach the top of the elevator's range and exit. You have one more floor to go, but the view is amazing when you walk up the spacious staircase only one other carapace uses regularly. When you look out the window, you can see far beyond Prospit to the distant Skaia, a square station upon which the White and Black Kings have been locked in a stalemate for as long as you can remember, if not as long as you have lived or longer.

Your office has the familiar pictures you've put up yourself. Of your children, your mate, your friends, and interests. They are unimportant for now.

You almost sit on the White Queen as she rises from your spot at your desk. Frantically gesticulating about, you stammer out an apology (you've only spoken to her twice, when you were interviewed and when you got your job, and you can't deny that you've always had a little crush sitting there in the back of your head) and attempt to ask why she happens to be in your office, having been sitting in your chair. It comes out vaguely resembling the sound a small rodent makes when it is choking to death. Perhaps you haven't yet mentally exposited properly on just how flushed for and just how terrified of her you are.

You collapse as she calmly states that your job stopped being a thing they needed to have be a thing and that therefore you should be told and kicked bodily out the door. She says it much more eloquently than that, of course. She doesn't kick you bodily out the door, either.

You wake up in your bedroom at home. A quick glance at your generic time-based unit measurer tells you that it has been approximately 500 GTBUs since you arrived at work. In a stupor, you wander throughout your spacious house and somehow find the front door. A notice stuck to the outside of your door catches your eye, and you open the door long enough to get it off, and quickly close it again to read it. It's a note from your wife.

It says more or less that she is ashamed of you for being fired (naturally no one was told why) and has moved out. Another note beneath it, from the Bureau of Unnecessarily Strict Housing and Career Regulations, states that unless you find another job of equal or higher pay within 4 generic long-term time-based units (GLTTBUs), you will be evicted.

Up until today, you had the highest paying job a carapace could gain outside of hereditary office.

Your name is Louis Blanc, and your life is now worth less than an imp's. What will you do?

And since no one seems to be posting, I'll post my post while you post so you can read my post while you write your post. I failed the meme. So bad.

You are a young troll. It is the 11th bilunar perigee of the 10th dark season's equinox. It is not your wriggling day, although you are fairly certain it was quite recent. You don't really keep track of it anymore, and you never told anyone so they could keep track for you. Honestly, you don't care. You find you don't care about much at all.

You do, however, suppose you must do this the traditional way.

Your name is Rycurem Lenycel. You are actually quite surprised you haven’t been CULLED or KILLED in an otherwise brutal manner since your CRIPPLING INCIDENT. You still PURSUE your many and varied INTERESTS, although your PHYSICAL STATE forces you to FLOAT. The DESTRUCTION of your BEAUTIFUL HORNS has allowed you to finally FIT inside your RECUPERACOON in order to lessen the DREAMS of DOOM and OTHER GENERIC GENOCIDAL OCCURRENCES that still PLAGUE you anyways as a result of YOUR POWERS. Aside from that, you quite enjoy READING the LATEST SMUGGLED-IN HIGHLY ILLEGAL BOOKS ON REVOLUTION, being smarter than EVERYONE YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THE EXISTENCE OF, and being a RADICAL REVOLUTIONARY for ALL LOWBLOODKIND. Your views can OSCILLATE WILDLY depending on your MOOD: If you’re particularly HAPPY, then you’ll TEMPORARILY be fine with simply RIDDING TROLLDOM OF THE CASTE SYSTEM; while a particularly BAD MOOD will result in a BTSDLB COMPLEX that inverts THE WHOLE HEMOSPECTRUM ENTIRELY. And either would preferably KILL MOST SEADWELLERS. You never said you had PROBLEMS with GENOCIDE, just that you have DREAMS YOU WOULD RATHER NOT EXPERIENCE that deal with it. Aside from that, you have few interests. Your trolltag is aggressiveEgalitarian and you typε iη a rathεr civil maηηεr givεη your uηdyiηg hatrεd for half of thε hεmospεctrum.

A note should be made that you are not nearly as emoitional as your description seems. Your facial expression has hardly changed in over a sweep, not that it could even if you tried. Your state of mind remains apathetic, and practically the only thing that really keeps you from falling into a dull stupor is YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ALL THE SEADWELLERS. YOU ARE GOING TO KILL THEM AND THEY WILL ALL DIE.

Anyways, what will you do now?

>Be the *Poopy* Yellow Blood. What was his name again?

FAGGEDY ANDY

Bitch please. He just made a very rude gesture towards you. You're direction? You can't really be seen, so... Up? Anyways, a very rude one.

VIRIEL MARKOS

Oh cool he nodded in approval it seems.

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Your name is VIRIEL MARKOS and you are PROUD of your POOPY BLOOD COLOR. You are kind of ASS sometimes and you insult people a lot, but hey that's their fault for PROVOKING you with NOTHING. You absolutely love HORRIFIC LITERATURE and those with HIGHER BLOOD than yours on the hemospectrum and spend a lot of TIME daydreaming about red and black SCENARIOS between you and the aforementioned TROLLS. You spend even more of your time ATTEMPTING TO WRITE THE HORROR and fail miserably while forcing others to READ the JUNK. In fact, the only reason you wear a SCARF is because you think it makes you look more like a WRITER OF THE HORROR. Your trolltag is noxiousSerpent and you like to ｢Isolate your words with brackets because it's fancy.｣

>For now, though, enough of him. Let a different troll introduce themselves.

>Rycurem: Exposit.

You did. You've totally just been expositing to the first coherent voices in your head in forever. Since you started being you. But whatever. You want more? You'll give you more.

Your sylladex has the Planning Modus, which basically means that you have to get all of your stuff out of it before you actually need it or it will lock that card and proceed to insult you for not planning ahead. You've been wanting to troll someone for roughly an hour now, so naturally your husktop is locked in your sylladex.

>Allocate Strife Specibus.

No need to do that. You already have two. You currently use canekind, even though your physical handicaps aren't the kind in which one can be used effectively. There is no other way for you to stand without use of your psychic abilities, though. You... aren't really comfortable talking about your other specibus.

>Exposit upon lusus.

Dead. Has been for over a sweep. You care about as much as you do for everything else, which is very little.

Oh. Your husktop is unlocked. You guess no one is trolling you anymore. You might as well retrieve it while it's still open gosh darn it it's locked again. Oh well.

>Introduce the next guy

Your name is Hastur Kaiwan and you're a rather queer fellow. You intrest yourself in the OCCULT and BIZARRE. You spend a lot of your time READ ANCIENT TOMES such as the NECRONOMICON other GRIMOIRES FOR SUMMONING THE ZOOLOGICALLY DUBIOUS. You're a rather silent troll, keeping to yourself mostly inside your hive upon a high, but not freezing high, MOUNTAIN. Seeing as you're a rather HIGHBLOODED troll you build yourself a very nice MANOR house styled after some of the houses you read in books as child. Your favorite author was H.P. PITYCRAFT as a child. Even at a young age you were interested in what CREATURES may lurk out beyond THE FURTHEST RING. Sometimes at NIGHT you SIT OUTSIDE AND LOOK UP INTO THE HEAVENS. You have a rather nice LIBRARY and ASTRONOMY TOWER complete with fully function deep space TELESCOPE. You never find yourself lonely in this world, despite you ISOLATION from everything else. You thrive on the possibility that SOME DEEP SPACE ABOMINATION MAY ONE DAY WISK YOU AWAY. Your interests beyond SPACE and the ZOOLOGICALLY DUBIOUS include FLARPing, in which you FLARP as EXORCIST FIENDBID, one of the greatest NECROMANCERS to have ever unlived and you're pretty sure you ANCESTOR, but you're not entirely sure. It was in his TOMB that you found the NECRONOMICON. When you're not FLARPing or ATTEMPTING TO SUMMON DEEP SPACE BEINGS you spend most of your time in the LIBRARY were you read up on ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS of both YOUR PLANET and OTHERS as well. Despite your HIGH BLOOD level you don't very much care for the HEMOSPECTRUM, though you must admit it has its PERKS. You're trolltag is eldritchAbomination and you speak with NOt enOugh O's fOr yOur AprOval.

Right now you're standing in your respite block, its covered in drawings of different deep space beings that you've read about. Its rather a mess.

>Be The Smooth One

Gladly. Your name is AMATUS ESTELI, and you are one heck of a SMOOTH GUY. Your interests revolve all around one thing, and that is the ART OF QUADRANTS. You see, after a while you noticed that obtaining troll serendipity is, quite frankly, nearly impossible. Or at least it was for you, until you decided to dedicate your studies to the ART OF SERENDIPITY. You have studied all the tactics, all of them. You know how to woo a troll of ANY BLOOD COLOR or even AGE now, though the latter is a bit of a precaution for when you either leave to join the Imperial Fleet or something else the Empire has in store for you. You have kept your eyes open for any good contenders for your own quadrants, but so far you have found NO ONE. Well, everyone wants you, it's just that you do not want them. They are simply not the RIGHT CANDIDATES for your serendipity. In your desperation you have turned into somewhat of a HOPELESS ROMANTIC among the other trolls, and you have even gone so far as to CHANGE YOUR QUIRK AND TEXT COLOR when flirting with them. By them, you mean EVERYONE. You have a bit of a complex where you think this is perfectly normal for someone like you to do, and totally NOT WEIRD AT ALL. Of course, this makes it all the more disturbing and unsettling.

Of course, you aren't all hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs! You enjoy a WIDE VARIETY of many other things, such as...um...Wow. This romance stuff really kind of TOOK OVER YOUR LIFE, didn't it? If it really takes you that long to think of other preoccupations, them you really must have problems. Well, now that you think of it, you love to READ. You have a small PRIVATE DEN in your hive that consists solely of BEAUTIFUL INTERIOR DECORATING, and many BOOKS. You will use this to woo your next matesprit, of course, and to gross out your next kismesis by saying blood was used to color it. That isn't ENTIRELY FALSE, by the way. You have had a habit of MURDERING unfit hate-suitors, and using their blood for VIVID DESIGNS. However, never on fashion. You DESPISE FASHION that is totally unnecessary. Your shelves of NOVELS and TEXTS have mainly been filled with quadrant advice books, but you still keep old classics, and personal favorites. You also love collecting TROLL DOLLS for some reason. Your LUSUS, a very kind but a bit scary TARANTULIZARD gave you a few when you were little, and now you are just CRAZY about them. You've also taken to making a few of your own, all of them based off of real trolls you've met. Troll dolls are actually very PERSONAL ITEMS, and there are some myths about how once you make a doll of someone, you can CONTROL THEM OR EVEN HURT THEM. The steps to creating one? First you knit the outside of it, and then you take stuffing and put it inside. Then you take the blood of the troll you're making a doll of, and dye the stuffing, add in a piece of skin from that troll, and a chip of the nail or horn. Then you stitch it together. LOVELY.

Oh and by the way, you are a JADE BLOOD, and, as far as you know, the only recorded MALE IN HISTORY. This is naturally because of how Jadebloods used to care for the Mother Grub, and that makes you a bit of an ANOMALY. Having a blood color mostly defined by FEMININE ATTRIBUTES embarasses you quite a bit. Because of this, you have taken to calling yourself "emerald-blooded" instead, though this hardly fools anyone. You also say how you HATE FASHION to shake off the belief that you like girly Jade things, but you hardly even realize that it shows though your INTERIOR DESIGN INSTEAD. You do love the ALTERNIAN SUN, however. Who can NOT love the sun? The undead may be a bit of a DOWNSIDE to it, but that hardly compares to how fun it is to frolic around in the light. This also leads to the nasty conclusion of you NEVER GETTING ANY SLEEP. EVER. You just run in the light, go inside, nap, and then flirt with random trolls online. It's a bit SAD. You do have TEA to keep you awake though, which is just like coffee, but FANCIER. What will you do?

>Examine Surroundings

You are currently sitting in your room and relaxing. Your hive is actually underground, and given the fact that you often go out hunting undead creatures with your lusus, this is probably a very good idea. You wouldn't want them breaking down any of your handiwork, after all! Speaking of handiwork, your entire room is filled with it. Your walls and ceiling and of the same grey color as most hives, but the floor has a very extravagant rug instead. It has a beautiful teal background, and is filled with swirling floral patterns of red, green, and purple! You just love lusi, by the way. Their blood is so rich and plentiful. Anyways...around the whole room are shelves, filled with various knick-knacks, such as books, knitting kits, and Troll Dolls. Actually, most of your shelves are filled with Troll Dolls. Something about it isn't right, however...Ah! You see what's wrong. There's an indigo doll in the seadweller section. You quickly sort it out, carefully placing it in a proper location. You like your collections to be organized by the Hemospectrum, it makes everything so much neater.

Speaking of blood-related subjects, you are currently wearing a yellow tie right not. Also, you are contemplating on painting your walls. However, the only colors that would really go over well are a bit too highblooded for your liking.

You never murder trolls without a good reason.

>Pester Someone

Meh, not yet. You don't really feel like engaging in one of your flirt-offs yet, and everyone knows that the only reason you go online is so you can engage in various flirtings, whether they be black or red! You'll just wait for someone to contact you. In the meantime, you are going to practice your knitting skills. One of your dolls got hurt today.

...

It was his fault, you know. Rejection is not a good thing.

>Stop Being Scary

you're not scary! You know what, disembodied voice, you're mean! This just hurt your feelings.

>Be the completely sane one. /sarcasm

Oh so strange voice that just appeared, thank you for that lovely piece of sarcasm.
You actually could be the completely sane one -- and you still insist you are -- but you've found that being the completely insane one suits you much better. So that's what you'll be.

>Enter Name: Insa--

You know what, she's staring at you in a rather terrifying way right now. You should pobably just cut to the chase...

Your name is LAVIELLE ODYSSEIN and you have a problem with PUZZLES AND MAZES AND THE LIKE. Especially TROLL RUBIK’S CUBES. Oh sweet Jegus how you love those. You especially love staring at the broken-up cubes of these puzzles that LITTER your FLOOR. Oh and the CROSSWORDS and MAZES you taped to your walls -- you can’t forget about those, either. You might have a PROBLEM, in fact, although you have convinced yourself that it is nothing more than a PASSING TREND in your still-immature mind. You vehemently deny the accusations that, while over at another’s hive, you tend to leave crumpled-up PUZZLES strewn about their homes as well... you also deny the fact that your NAME was hastily scrawled in your OWN HANDWRITING on the back of such “presents.” Nevertheless, you are generally a HAPPY (DELUDED) person. Unless you can’t solve one of your puzzles. Then, well, for the sake of the sanity of others, let’s just say that you take “RAEG” to an entirely new level. And CRYING. CRYING too. But that’s beside the point. You have a MULTITUDE of other hobbies, not including puzzle-solving. PUZZLE-MAKING, for instance. And then you like to READ too. Well, mainly books about PUZZLES but never mind that. You enjoy LEARNING, too, although others sometimes view your AVID CURIOSITY and OPEN MIND in a negative light, claiming you are a bit too PEPPY for their tastes. You also have a TALENT on which you pride yourself -- you can MIRROR-WRITE. It’s such a COOLKID TALENT, isn’t it. This simply means that, when writing something normally (using your left hand, mind you) your other hand write the same thing, but in a complete mirror image. It’s a TALENT, not a PROBLEM, okay? (Although it doesn’t seem to transfer well over text...) Good, now that that’s settled...
Your trolltag is labyrinthinePerspective and [ ]AAAughyou’resuchacoolkidlookatwhatyoucandoohwaityoucan’tfliptypedlettersawmaNNN[/]OOOhandyourwayoftypingshowsoffyouravidcuriositywithsquaresandtheir3-dimensionalcounterpartSSS[ ]

>Lavielle: Put down the puzzle and socialize, dangit.

Lavielle does not appreciate the tone of voice you're using, Voice.
But, rather reluctantly, she smiles and puts it down, bounding happily like some sort of animal down one of the corridors in her hive.

>Scene: Follow her.

Oh there you are. She's in her room and --
Howlovely. She's destroying Rubik's cubes again...

>Take over the limelight

Why would you need to do that? The Mystery Voice has just appeared and done if for you.

>Do a silly dance

Just because the Mystery Voice can turn up unannounced, does not mean that you have to do whatever it says.

>Enter Name: BORING GROUCH BAG

That wasn’t funny, that was far from funny. In fact it would be best if you corrected yourself. Now.

Your name is XIREILA SORIXIA and you are not the most ADEPT OF TROLLS. You are mostly interested in THE ACTIVITIES OF THE WORKSHOP although you may stray into OTHER AREAS depending upon the time of day. You spend most of your time working on THIS PROJECT OR THAT which usually involves building MACHINES which usually HATE YOU or are GENERALLY DESTRUCTIVE anyway. Despite your MANY FAILURES sometimes you have had a RARE SUCCESS and so like any GOOD ENGINEER you persevere with your hobby regardless. Others say that you may be a little INSANE although this might be because your ROGUE TOASTERS have seized the ground floor of your Hive and so forced your hand into making a deal with the MYSTERIOUS FLYING MACHINE which lives in your tower. Despite the occasional problem with the MARAUDING ASSEMBLY CREWS you have managed to fortify your MULTI-PURPOSE WORKSHOP to prevent them getting you while you rest in your recuperation-cocoon. However, this SECURE AREA is often breached when your LATEST PROTO-TYPE goes on a rampage and breaks down yet another section of reinforced wall.
Other trolls say you should change your hobbies and stop trying to make more BLOOD-THIRSTY MACHINES but you ignore them since you enjoy your hobbies. You also rigorously deny their claims you keep turning their Hive machinery into SAVAGE MACHINES when you visit their hives.
Apart from your talents in mechanical engineering you also have a fascination with QUANTUM PHYSICS and with COOKING. Although your numerous quantum-selves, created by your delving into quantum physics tend to make life difficult whenever they can which usually leaves you SOBBING with frustration. Where cooking is concerned you have a SIMILAR REACTION since either the machines sabotage your kitchen or you POISON YOUR GUESTS with motor fluid.
Your final hobby is FLYING which you do when you are short of ideas and the MYSTERIOUS FLYING MACHINE is feeling tractable. You have a love of flying despite its tendency to CRASH into OTHER TROLLS, in fact you love to bounce off clouds whenever you get the chance. Though you must be careful in case the PYROPHILIAC SAM SYSTEM in your courtyard happens to catch sight of you.
When communicating with OTHER TROLLS the more socially adept can find you MANIPULABLE because you haven’t learn the finer aspects of socialising and are a little bit NAÏVE.
Your trolltag is iridescentEngineer and when you can gain access to your Hive’s communicator you speak With impeccable grammar since engineers must be precise however your G0D4ND0V3RL0RD communicator has a 4M4Z1NG4B1117YB17CH tendency to interrupt you with 4W350M3 terribly written PR0PH3C135 comments…

> Survey your surroundings

You don’t have time for that; you know the ins and outs of this storage closet anyway. The Marauding Assembly Crews frequently trap you in it whenever you descend to the second floor of your hive. It is full of cleaning equipment but that won’t help you when you attempt to escape from their clutches.

>Xireila: Troll someone while you await your chance

She can’t do that, she hasn’t had a Husktop in a long time and she doesn’t know what may or may not have eaten it since she wasn’t there when it may or may not have happened. She is also unable to access her central Communicator since she is trapped in this closet. Honestly Mysterious Voice, do you pay no attention to her?

>Someone else seize the limelight while Xireila tries to make a daring escape

>Rycurem's husktop: Be unlocked.

You don't have any control over what your owner's fetch modus does. He was the stupid one for getting it.

You suppose you're unlocked now, though. Maybe he'll notice.

>Rycurem: Fail to notice.

Absolutely. You are much too busy napping. It has accidentally taken over so very much of your time. It is quite annoying, really. But you have very little control over it. At least you were floating over your recuperacoon when you fell asleep.

>Amatus: Get Down to Business

Righto! You almost forgot, you were going to be playing this awesome game with some great friends, and a few people that are a bit more than that. But first, you must talk to the leader. You kind of wonder why he hasn't messaged you yet, or why you haven't heard from anyone else about him messaging them, but you suspect it is because he forgot. You have a tendency to forget a lot of things too, though, so you understand. Like that one time when you forgot it was day and almost got killed by a rampaging musclebeast!

...That's more of an embarrassment than anything else though. You don't like to share that story. So now it's like a secret! You love secrets~

>Topic: Be Recalled

Oh yeah, Rycurem...You will troll him right now! You get out your husktop, which is jade-green in color with a symbol for the quadrants on the back. You got it made specially! How you got it made is a mystery though. You won't reveal anymore secrets~

You open up your Trollian program and scroll down to Rycurem's tag. You switch your mood to DEVIOUS, and begin to message him.

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vividEloquence began trolling aggressiveEgalitarian

VE: rY~
VE: rY, i'M readY foR youR cooL gamE thinG~
VE: ryyyyyyYYY
VE: rY wherE arE yoUUU? ):|3

Unknown to you, there's a reason why most people avoid trolling you. Well, most people that know you anyway.

>Rycurem: Wake up.

No. No, you won't wake up. You are much too busy

BZZZZZZZEEEP

fine you're awake. Shut up, husktop. You get out your huskphone, which you never captchalogue just for this very purpose, and flip open the keyboard.

>Respond.

Quote :

AE: what.
AE: thε gamε thiηg?
AE: oh. i supposε wε should start that sooη.

Yeah. On your many journeys to find new unknown places to smuggle in seditious materials, you've found many an ancient ruin pointing to this game. While you suck at programming and have no interest in it whatsoever, nor do you know anyone who does, the ruins practically spelled out the ~ATH programming necessary (~ATH is mostly advanced hieroglyphics anyways) to create the game that would simultaneously end the world and ensure your survival. All you had to do was get eight game grubs.

Quote :

AE: by thε way, aηyoηε who you would prεfεr ηot to diε iη thε impεηdiηg mεtεor showεr should probably bε makiηg thεir way to your hivε.
AE: uηlεss thεy arε oηε of thε εight who will bε playiηg (as i havε litεrally ηo idεa who thεy arε aηymorε), you should coηtact your moirail aηd matεsprit.
AE: aηd aηy othεrs who would williηgly coηsεηt to haviηg to bε ηεar you for morε likεly thaη ηot thε rεst of thεir livεs.
AE: thε list is probably short, but i'll lεavε you to that.
AE: i nεεd to tεll εvεryonε εlsε.

aggressiveEgalitarian has ceased trolling vividEloquence

Actually, you have a countdown on your husktop of when the first meteor is going to get through the meteor defense system. Ooh. 10 minutes and 11 seconds. Good thing the first ones aren't aiming for anything.

You need to choose the leader of the other team.

>Amatus: Consult List

Sadly, your list is pretty empty! You don't have any moirails or matesprits at the moment, and black lovers are definitely out of the question. Not only that, but you don't know that many people at all. You kind of like to skip the whole formality known as friendship. Besides, they would have to travel quite a long distance to get to your hive, since you live in the desert. Then they would have to find it.

You wonder how RyRy knew your list was so short. Then again, he is a psychic, so maybe he can read minds! Whoa, that would just be amazing if he could do that. You'll have to ask him next time you troll him.

However, there is one thing you have to take care of..

>Amatus: Call Lusus

You need to get your Lusus inside if it's going to be dangerous for him! He usually spends his time outside, basking in the light of the cool moon, so he shouldn't be that far away. You look out of the window to your room and check. Yup, he's right outside, curled up and looking all peaceful.

Time to disturb him! You change your tie to teal, showing that you mean business, and the yellow tie goes into your Sylladex. Good thing the teal one was just hanging up on your shelf, otherwise you would have to go through some explaining with your Fetch Modus! You take a staircase out of your room, and open up the medium-sized trapdoor that serves as your entryway, and enter into your main hall. It's very elaborately decorated, with crystal chandeliers and fantastic murals everywhere. The carpeting is a beautiful, lush red as well. You go towards another staircase at the end of the hall and open up the large door there, emerging out onto the sands.

It's a good thing you took your husktop with you, since this is going to take a while.

>Rycurem: Open memo.

Quote :

aggressiveEgalitarian has opened memo SGRUB
AE: so.
AE: this gamε.
AE: εvεryoηε i havε iηvitεd is playiηg.
AE: i am afraid you havε no choicε iη thε mattεr.
AE: you will diε. uηlεss you arε alrεady dεad, iη which casε mεrεly εvεryoηε you kηow will diε.
AE: if you choosε to play, you also havε a vεry high likεlyhood of dyiηg.
AE: but you will aid thosε who livε iη coηtiηuiηg thε εxistεηcε of trollkiηd.
AE: any quεstioηs?

>Hastur: Examine Respiteblock

As was stated your respite block is a bit of a mess, with numerous papers and drawings scattered around. You really should clean it up. However you're a bit busy at the moment. That is you're being pestered. Looks like a memo. You should probably go see whats up.

>Hastur: Respond

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-- eldritchAbomination joined memo SGRUB --
EA: ObviOusly Our situatiOn is impOrtunate.
EA: HOw did it cOme abOut?
EA: AlsO are there Outersteller Organisms?
EA: I wOn't enrOll myself in the pOsition Of recOvering Our jeOpardized hOme withOut them.

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AE: εvεη if thεrε wεrεη't, you would still bε playiηg.
AE: i am undεr thε imprεssioη that thεrε arε, howεvεr.
AE: our situatioη is oηε that εvεry uηivεrsε must εxpεriεηcε, aηd for whatεvεr rεasoη, thε εight of us wεrε pickεd.
AE: thε powεrs at bε will bε quitε uηhappy with us if wε do ηot comply.

You had really expected someone other than Hastur to answer first. Generally he just lurks until there is mention of aliens, at which point Ø.O.

>Amatus: Respond to Memo

At this point you are faced with two decisions. The first is to slack off and respond to the memo. The second is to go out like a good little troll and bring your lusus inside before he dies, or before it is time for the sun to rise, and he possibly gets killed.

Being the good little troll you are, you decided to go with the former.

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vividEloquence joined memo "SGRUB"

VE: yoU sounD sO seriouS, rYrY~
VE: i meaN, it'S jusT a gamE, isn'T iT?
VE: buT i'lL stilL plaY, oF coursE~
VE: iT doeS sounD likE a loT oF fuN~!
VE: hoW doeS iT worK thougH?
VE: yoU saY wE plaY iT witH otheR peoplE whO werE "choseN", buT hoW diD yoU knoW whO theY arE?
VE: arE yoU PSYCHIc, rYrY? O:|3
VE: caN yoU reaD mindS~?
VE: oH anD hI hassY~!

While you are busy trolling, you fail to notice a very thin, slender shape creeping up on you.

>Be Amatus's Lusus

You cannot be his lusus because his lusus is too busy sneaking up on him! However, he does think that it's rather nice that you wanted to be him. How flattering!

>Answer the annoying one's questions.

You swear if you weren't already commited to an auspistice with this guy and didn't feel anything enough to care, <3< would almost definitely be a thing.

Fortunately for you, it isn't. You're still mostly alive.

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AE: this is just a gamε.
AE: a gamε i discovεrεd ovεr a swεεp ago.
AE: aftεr i dεciphεrεd thε ruηεs, i crεatεd thε gamε iη ordεr to fulfill its proph_cy:
AE: that thε cripplε would lεad thε chosεη iηto thε uηkηowη.
AE: it did ηot takε much timε to figurε out who thε chosεη wεrε.
AE: your sigηs wεrε oη thε walls.
AE: thε fact that i am psychic, whilε it is truε, had vεry little to do with it.

Cubin’troll!Rubik’scubesbein’socubin’hardtodestroywiththeircubin’--

Oh my, did someone just hear that lovely tirade? You set down your screwdriver and the remains of the now destroyed troll!Rubik’s cube apprehensively. You sort of look insane... okay, maybe you actually do look insane. I mean, it’s one thing to drill two decorative holes in your horns, but another to do... well, whatever you were doing just then. However, your thoughts are interrupted by that funny little pinging noise coming from your husktop. It takes you a moment to remember what it meant, and you clumsily bound over to it, flipping it open once it unlocked. There appears to me a new memo. You click on it and scan the contents.

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--labyrinthinePerspective joined the memo “SGRUB”--

LP: [ ]HHHjhgfuioofofufweepjoinmemoblyfjFFF[ ]
LP: [ ]WWWaitohsorrYYY[ ]
LP: [ ]MMMybrainsortofyeaHHH[ ]
LP: [ ]BBButuMMM.[/]III’lljoinIguesSSS~[ ]
LP: [ ]UUUMMM.[/]HHHowwillwestart,theNNN? . Ω . [ ]

Okay, so now that you’ve done that -- wait, why are you upside-dow--

I give up with you, Lavielle.

III cubin’ give up with you too, VoicEEE. C:<

>Viriel: Be Hip

You will be hip. You will get with the times and and reply to the memo like everyone else. You are a cool guy who will have long cool conversationals. Thank god you don't captchalogue your husktop. That would be a nightmare.

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--noxiousSerpent joined memo SGRUB--
NS: ｢Sounds pretty f*cking ill.｣

Great job on the "long conversationals", Viriel. Damn gorgeous.

>Tend to lusus while monitoring husktop

That's not exactly necessary since your lusus appears to be entertaining itself. With an orangeroot nutriment. Just look at him go. Playing with his orangeroot nutriment. Silly unicornbear. Orangeroot nutriments are people food. Not lusi. Well, you guess isn't really true since he's not eating it. Yet. However, you do proceed to remove the nutriment from your lusus's reach.

>Viriel: QUADRUPLE BACKFLIP X3 COMBO

With unnecessary showiness, you snatch the orangeroot from the silly unicornbear. It doesn't seem to realize what just happened. Jeez, it truly is stupid.

>Captchalogue nutriment

You proceed to do so. You swear to Jegus that you don't think you'll ever see that again.

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VE: sO yoU caN reaD mindS~!
VE: i kneW iT~ (:|3
VE: buT hoW doeS thE gamE worK?
VE: arE yoU goinG tO senD thE gamE tO uS~?
VE: yoU sounD angrY, arE yoU okaY rYrY? ):|3

>Be Interrupted

You are now currently being interrupted by your lusus pouncing on you and sending you onto the ground. You scuffle with him for a bit, but since he is quite a few feet larger than you, you are eventually forced to submit to him. He stares at you with his eight, pupil-less eyes, and then lovingly licks you on the cheek a few times.

You don't get why everyone thinks that he's creepy. Sure, he may have like no pupils in his eyes! Sure, he might happen to have thick, bristly spider hairs over his body! Sure, he might have eight long, thin legs with spindly feet on them! He's still your lusus though. You love him so much.

>Venture Home

Your lusus hoists you up onto its back, and begins to scuffle back towards the hive. The whole place used to be his den before he found you, and you think that's pretty cool. It's like passing on a sort of keepsake! Luckily, this also means that he knows where it is, even on windy, sandy nights like this. Oh, it looks like other people have responded as well!

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VE: hI guyS~
VE: yoU werE "choseN", toO~?

Never.
...Well maybe you’ll respond.

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--labyrinthinePerspective joined the memo “SGRUB”--

LP: [ ]OOOheythere,greenpersonthinGGG[ ]
LP: [ ]IIIguessifwe’reherethenwemustbechosensOOO[ ]
LP: [ ]AAAughmybrainjustksfjbJJJ[ ]
LP: [ ]WWWhoareyou,broladYYY[ ]
LP: [ ]WWWoaHHH[ ]
LP: [ ]BBBroladyissuchacoolterMMM[ ]
LP: [ ].-.[ ]

Wow. Just. Wow, Lavielle. You really. Augh.

>Answer the things that are actually questions.

Stupid husktop. You need to turn up the alarm volume again so you stop falling asleep at your desk.

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AE: wε will bεgiη whεη εvεryoηε has joiηεd thε mεmo.
AE: thεrε arε a fεw thiεgs that work morε smoothly if i tεll εvεryoηε at oηcε.
AE: at that poiηt, i will sεηd εvεryoηε thε two gamε grubs thεy will nεεd to play.
AE: aηd plεasε.
AE: this is a mεmo for somεthiηg that is possibly morε importaηt thaη aηythiηg you havε εvεr doηε or will εvεr do.
AE: iηtroductioηs caη happεη latεr.

>Be the ticked off troll girl

Well. Not really ticked at the current moment, but you are somewhat angry. You always are, to some extent.

>Enter Name

Furitate McAnger-Issues

Great name, I mean who wouldn't want that glorious term for others to call you?

>Try again

Dacile Tareko

Much better.

Your name is DACILE TAREKO. You are a VERY ANGRY PERSON a lot of the time. Because of this, you often retreat to your respiteblock to unleash your INNER RAGE upon the KICKBOXING EQUIPMENT you usually DESTROY quite EASILY. Yes that means you do indeed KICKBOX. You TRY not to show negative emotions around OTHERS, for fear of appearing WEAK and like a CRYBABY, as you do have the urge to CRY more often than you’d ADMIT to ANYONE, even your LUSUS, whom you ADORE. You have not filled any quadrants nor do you think anyone could love you, it is the LAST thing on your mind, and everything else is SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT. Therefore you have a bit of a SELF-ESTEEM PROBLEM. You can be rather VIOLENT sometimes, and you SCARE YOURSELF with your rage, frequently thinking you are TOO DANGEROUS to be around, that or you are MENTAL, though these assumptions do not come to you a lot. You often keep to yourself, and do not speak with others on a normal basis. In fact, you do not ever really see others face to face, because you are always in your respiteblock, working out to see if that solves your ANGER ISSUES. You do not typically relax or have fun; you are normally quite serious and irritable about everything. Your trollTag is obstinateFury and //-You type in a rather civilized way despite your constant rage, and do indeed make fish puns, being a seadweller who hates water. Cod, who’s the glubbing idiot that fished up that idea?-\\

What will you do?

>Check Trollian

You suppose that you can check the program, as you have nothing better to do than hit punching bags and cry about your life and how miserable you are.

>Read and respond to Memo

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--obstinateFury joined the memo "SGRUB"--
OF: //-Okay, what is this.-\\
OF: //-Some game that will destroy us all?-\\
OF: //-Am I the only one that finds that rather irritating?-\\
OF: //-But I suppose that if it will save us at the same time, I will help.-\\
OF: //-Assuming I'm one of these 'chosen' of which you type.-\\
OF: //-I'll try not to mess things up too badly if I can help it.-\\

>Rycurem: Exposit.

Never.

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AE: that would bε dεsirablε, yεs.
AE: to clεar up aηy coηfusioη, thε trolls i havε iηvitεd to this mεmo aηd oηly thε trolls i havε iηvitεd to this mεmo arε chosεη.
AE: siηcε morε or lεss εvεryoηε is hεrε aηd oε is morε likεly thaη ηot ηot goiηg to joiη this mεmo iη thε first placε, wε caη gεt startεd with dεtails of how this will play out.
AE: thεrε will bε two tεams.
AE: i will lεad the gold tεam. thε gold tεam will coηsist of mε, xirεila, oε, aηd dacilε.
AE: it should bε duly ηotεd at this poiηt that i am goiηg to do my vεry bεst ηot to kill aηy of my tεammatεs, as i havε as littlε choicε iη thε mattεr as you do..
AE: thε purplε tεam will coηsist of thε rεmaiηiηg four trolls, aηd i am iηcapablε of cariηg lεss about who you choosε to bε your lεadεr.
AE: also, thε tεams arε mεrεly a formality this gamε iηsists upoη.
AE: thεy will havε vεry littlε wεight whεη thε gamε actually starts.

Fine, maybe once. But you'l leave everything slightly vague just to annoy them.

> Be Xireila

You can’t be Xireila as she is already herself. Are you sure you aren’t one of her quantum-selves Mystery Voice?

> Make a daring escape from your prison

Mystery Voice you are slow. She’s already escaped from the closet.

> Approach Communicator

You were already doing that so you will carry on doing it like the Bad Little Troll you are. Your only problem is the Marauding Assembly Crews which are everywhere on this floor. You wish you could do something about them but you made them highly resilient to your Arc tools. In hindsight that wasn’t a good idea but at the time you were engaged in a vicious war with the Rogue Toasters and needed some minions to assist you.
They may have ended put the war on hold but they aren’t tractable.

> Be supplied with an adequate distraction

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B17CHPL3453!!! 1W1llN0W G1V3Y0U MY4W350M3PR0PH3CY WH1CH5H4LL 3NL1GH73N7H3P4G4N5 45707H31RD00M!!!

Oh dear. Someone appears to be trolling you again. Well, at least your Central Communicator has scared away the Marauding Assembly Crews. You approach your Communicator cautiously but it does not burst out again. When you finally reach it you find there is a memo up. You’re not sure how you met the troll who has sent it but it was likely because you crashed into him. Or maybe you had met before that? You can’t remember and it doesn’t remember.

> Reply to Memo

You will do that while you have access to the Communicator.

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-- iridescentEngineer joined memo SGRUB --
IE: Hello B0WB3F0R3M3 Rycurem B17CH.
IE: Oh look 4N07H3RP4G4N my G0D4ND0V3RL0RD Communicator is PR0PH3C151NG playing up again.
IE: So what is with the C3R3M0N14L54CR1F1C35 teams if they have little 7RU3F417H weight?
IE: Also, why do we have to GR0V3LB3F0R3M3 try to not kill each other? It’s tiresome keeping the H0UND50FH3LL machines in check.
IE: With those important D41LYR17U4L5 questions aside, where is this game?
IE: And when do we start 5M171NG7H3UNB3L13V3R5 playing?

>Amatus: Arrive at Hive

You already did. Your lusus is currently curled up in the middle of the main hall, and you are busy looking at the rest of the memo. That's odd, a few highbloods joined as well. You thought Rycurem hated those types. Then again, with all of this chosen stuff, maybe he had no choice. That would be horrible for you! You would probably botch it up and choose whoever you wanted. Good thing RyRy is a pretty good leader.

Oh hey, the tealblood responded and it looks like the teams are being picked--

>Wut

WHAT. There are just. Just no words. You grab a red and pretty beat up doll, which resembles Rycurem quite a bit, and sit back down on the computer.

You just need to hold onto something.

You know, in case you get upset.

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VE: rYrY, whaT abouT ouR asheN unitY...?
VE: we're suppc3<sed tc3< always hang in there, remember?
VE: i'm yc3<ur ultimate mediatc3<r...);|3
VE: ANd As FOr YOu, YOu HYPERACTIVe FREAk!
VE: I Am NOt A "LADy"! I NEVEr WAs ANd I NEVEr WILl Be!
VE:i swear i will make sure y<3<u regret being hatched!!
VE: really, what type <3<f tr<3<ll even f<3<rgets t<3< use space bars anyway?
VE: i can hardly read it!
VE: y<3<u stupid, fucking retarded

You then remember this is a public memo. Whoopsies~

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VE: aheheH, i guesS i goT carrieD awaY...
VE: sorrY, i'lL behavE~ (;|3

At least you have that girl's trolltag.