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Earth (First Timeline)
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((This is the first timeline of Earth. This will lead into session B1 once the games are given out. Until then, it is general rp. If you are meant for B1, you are a child. If you are meant for B2, you are an adult and will not get to play the game until the second line is open.))
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I think I’ve heard this song before…
The melody is different, but I hear the drums of war.
And so it seems, my mission is the same…
The giant war for Skaia, begins as just a game.While singing his favorite song, the boy set the Cross Mode Taren figure he bought at the book fair on the shelf he had set up. It sat over a sign saying “Put Cruxtruder Here” that had a lot of hidden pressure plates around it, ready to drop the shelf when the Cruxtruder’s lid landed on them. His plan was going to work fairly well.
History repeating…
Who do they call when new worlds need creating?
History repeating…
Who do I call when I’m broken and bleeding?The boy’s name is Bob Egbert. Bob has recently backed the Sburb Deluxe Edition kickstarter, and should recieve it within a few days. It’s been 212 days already, and he was starting to get worried.
Now I can say, when you want to be the one,
What you start to realize is, you’re the only one
So here I am, beginning a new page…
Let the server settle, it’s time to find a Gate.Fortunately, his birthday was in 3 days, 2/15, the last 3 letters in Taren’s Pesterchum name. He heard Sburb Deluxe is coming out soon, and couldn’t wait. He decided to start reading his ancestors’ adventures on a strange website he found, his favorite one.
History repeating…
Who do they call when new worlds need creating?
History repeating…
Who do I call when I’m broken and bleeding? -
Well, well. Look at this radically cool guy, just chilling in his bedroom. A cool guy like this ought to have an equally cool name. A name like Dane. Dane Strider.
Born only from the most ironic of dudes and the quirkiest of females, Dane was the epitome of unreadable, unpredictable awesomeness. Scattered around his carefully disorganized room, you could find everything from practice trick sylladecks to electric guitar gear, with a few cheesecakes in the mix for good measure.
At the moment, Dane had a violin bow out and was trying to play a haunting solo on an electric guitar with it. Probably wasn’t good for the bow. Or the guitar strings. But meh.
How he could even see the frets through those cracked sunglasses is a mystery, but he could. And the solo he played was haunting indeed, and beautiful enough to make a grown puppet cry. Or something like that.
On a wall mount nearby lay his precious double blade. Forged from ore he extracted from a meteor in a fire made from burning thermite on the beach behind his house, and quenched in the ocean at midnight beneath a new moon, before being sharpened and polished to an absurdly thin edge with a home made grinding wheel, some silk, and way too much time, the blade had never seen use since. It sat in its double sheath on the wall, a mechanism installed on the pommel of each to allow the blades to connect together. Just waiting for strife to come.
But for now, some browsing would have to do. Oh look, Bob is on. Perhaps Dane could pester him soon. Is he still obsessing over that game that won’t even be out for another few months?
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I stand before a line in the sand,
The fight lies ahead, fate in my hands.
Today, the end begins.
One step and the battle is born.
The road that I walk is a gathering storm.
Today, the end… BEGIIIINNNSSSS!Bob noticed Dane was on, so he took a short break from the short game of http://mspfanventures.com/?s=4355 he was playing on his Wii U’s Virtual Console (note: the game’s name on our Earth was Earthbound 64, but it got cancelled) and went to pester him.
And if it was up to me,
I’d rewrite history,
And change my destiny…
ONE LAST TIME!PESTERLOG:
canadianGamebuilder (CG) started pestering GuitarTuner (GT)
CG: Ey, GT!
CG: Did you hear the game is almost out of production?
CG: I’m so excited…
CG: To prepare, I just read aboot our ancestors’ adventures on MSPA, then started playing that Earthbound game with Sburb in itHe waited for an answer.
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Yep, there he was. And just as he’d thought, still obsessing over that game. What was it again… Sgrub? No, that was stupid. What moron would call a game Sgrub? Sburb. It was definitely Sburb. Ah well, might as well answer the guy.
PESTERLOG:
canadianGamebuilder (CG) started pestering GuitarTuner (GT)
CG: Ey, GT!
CG: Did you hear the game is almost out of production?
CG: I’m so excited…
CG: To prepare, I just read aboot our ancestors’ adventures on MSPA, then started playing that Earthbound game with Sburb in it
GT: yo
GT: yeah I heard
GT: still though
GT: it’s not coming out for like
GT: three months?
GT: how are you already getting ready for it?
GT: O_o -
GT: yo
GT: yeah I heard
GT: still though
GT: it’s not coming out for like
GT: three months
GT: and a day
GT: how are you already getting ready for it?
GT: O_oIt’s time to play Sburb again,
This is the second time, I’m like Mega Man
Today, I change the end.
I rock, and my weapon is hot
It’s time to throw down, show me what you got.
Today, I change the end.Hmm, seems like he hadn’t read the news on the dev blog…
CG: You haven’t heard?
CG: Its production got advanced unexpectedly
CG: It’s now coming out in…
CG: Three days!And if it was up to me,
I’d rewrite history,
And change my destiny…
ONE LAST TIME!They say, “Why do you fight?
How can you say you know what’s right?”
What if we win, what if we fall?
Will any choice that we make, matter at all?
I know we will win, it’s happened before
Get out of my way, time to settle the score,
One last tiiimee!Soon we’ll try to play, let’s do it, man!
And if it was up to me,
I’d rewrite history,
And change my destiny…
ONE LAST TIME!One last time,
And now it’s up to me,
To go make history,
And change my destiny,
One last time…((Note: Time in RPs is faster than real-life time.))
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((I think a timeskip would have been easier to keep it synced with real time… But whatever.))
GT: uh
GT: that’s good
GT: I guess
GT: wouldn’t know, I haven’t really been following it
GT: but I’m sure it’ll be funDane picked up a ukulele and started picking out a tune as he typed. Really, he was pretty bored lately. Had to be something to do.
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CG: Also, one more thing
CG: The game comes in multiples
CG: It’s apparently multiplayer only…
CG: That’s why I’m giving you my copy of the PC version
CG: I’m keeping the Wii U version because the Wii U is awesome
CG: That’s really all there is to say on the matter -
Something to do. Something to do. Pesterchum made a record-scratching noise. Bob was informing him that he would be getting the PC copy of the game free. Sweet. But that still wasn’t for three days.
Idea.
GT: nice.
GT: it’s cool, PC games are cooler than console games anyways ^^
GT: but bro
GT: imagine this
GT: we get the old group back together
GT: all our old friends n stuff
GT: and we pull off this awesome larp involving our ancestors
GT: and end it all with this game release
GT: and we’ll all play this game that our ancestors played together as kids
GT: I mean we all need some larp practice anyways, I don’t know about you but I’m way out of practice for strife
GT: dang
GT: kinda went on a rant there
GT: but yeah, what do ya think? <(^_^)> -
((I had to edit this two different times to fix the bolding))
CG: Hmm…
CG: Nice idea!
CG: Reminds me of something else, though…
CG: ah well
CG: I’ll program my gun immediately!Bob typed out a string of commands on his special Syllaputer, the Programming Modus computer.
{retrieve: ShucksBuster}
His Shucks Buster was retrieved from his Strife Specibus, and he proceeded to connect it to his normal computer and enter some more commands.
{weaponGet = 126GH48G} {weaponGet = Wrinklef***er}
His computer flashed, and a notice popped up.
MESSAGE FROM TAREN RECURIO:
WRINKLEF***ER AND POGO HAMMER COMPLETED!
GET YOUR WEAPONS READY!YOU ADDED:
WRINKLEF***ER AND POGOHAMMERThen Bob realized that this would be a human variant of FLARPing. He got excited about the thought, dug out an old set of pajamas and shirt his grandpa gave him, and put the shirt on. He then proceeded to program his computer to fix his Pesterchum.
{replace [begincaps] [lowercase]}
{replace [aboot] [about]}
{replace [ey] [hey]}CG: okay, i just programmed my pesterchum to work with this larp!
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While bob did confusing things involving computers, Dane captchalogued his swords. The card containing them then shot out of his sleeve and straight into his strife specibus. Easy.
He then captchalogued the electric guitar, along with the amp and portable power source, all in one card. For playing cards they had surprisingly high capacity.
That done, he sat back down and started writing a plot for this larp.
Both of the other chums he usually pestered were still offline. What could they possibly be up to?
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Once upon a timeline, there was a girl who discovered she had talked to the wrong people.
A young woman stands in her bedroom. Unrealistically, a forlorn look is plastered on her face. Usually a pretty chill person, her current expression was one to ponder about. Zooming in, one could see that expression changed in the creepiest of ways, like how sometimes people imagine smiling cats in stripped pajamas while looking at the ceiling at night.
Not because they were bad
Wouldn’t want to miss her naming ceremony for the first time in thirteen years. What would her name be? For a superstitious lady like herself, she would need a name that symbolized something equally charming. Ruby. Ruby Lalonde.
But because they were daring
She was one of a kind. Not because she was a good student as the adults her mom brought in said, not because she was good mannered(not counting the swearing) and sympathetic(and good at hiding it), or not even because she had learned spanish all on her own(where did these books even come from?), but because she was the descendant of heroes who actually survived a impossible game set out for the destruction of the world- and then somehow got it back alive. Not that she knew much about it. To her it just seemed like some fun, regular game, for no one would ever tell her the truth about it all.
As she looked deeper, she found herself as daring as they were
Taking a closer look, she was not at all living up to the first impression. She had already given up acting drama, in which she wasn’t specially good at, and wriggled her fingers at the temptation of making out with one of her posters, as part of the drama of course.
And suddenly she was in bigger danger than she had ever been before
Keeping herself from doing weird things as such again, she made her way to her bed instead, and soon realized how bad of a decision that was, for she had posters up in the ceiling too, and looking up from soft, relaxing furniture would make her absolutely lose it up in there.
So many useless shenanigans
Various amounts of POSTERS lay about her room. She has a reasonable amount of INTERESTS. She has a special love for SCIENTIFIC LORE. She enjoys COMPUTER LOGIC but was REALLY NOT MADE FOR IT. She has a liking for MYTHOLOGY, and is a dedicated AMATEUR SHOE-PIMPER. She also likes to KNIT and play COMPETITIVE sometimes.
She forgot something
Sitting up on her bed, she took out her notepad and started scribbling down notes for the hand motions she refused to memorize for her sylladex, not that she couldn’t.
something important
She placed down her held items once done sketching some hand motions. Her piano patiently awaited her gentle fingers, and she took note to play something that suited the current situation. Coming to her senses, she facepalmed herself. Wasn’t that game supposed to come out today? Or was it a year from now? She couldn’t know for sure, but surely Bob knew exactly everything there was to know about it. She should ask him.
Welcome to the adventure
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A noise distracted Dane from his incredibly productive plot writing. Pesterchum was notifying him that a new chum was available to pester. And pester Dane did.
~GuitarTuner began pestering sympatheticChlorobenzene~
GT: hey
GT: sapphire
GT: I mean diamond
GT: I mean uh
GT: yeah
GT: getting a larp together so we have something to do until sburb comes out
GT: hopefully I can count you in cause uh
GT: I already sorta wrote you into the plot
GT: so yeah get your strife stuff ready and get your larp on
GT: where doing this
GT: where makig this hapen -
As soon as she brought Pesterchum up on her screen, the usual nuisance popped over all the other windows, stopping her from starting any convos with Bob. She still had no idea how he did that.
SC: I’ve been expecting it actually.
SC: In some cultures it is considered rude for a lady to refuse a gentlemen’s invitation to play a game.
SC: Considering you even are one.
SC: So that explains that.
SC: I’ll be seeing you soon.
SC: Correction *I’ll be kicking your lousy ass soon.Ruby rolled around her rolling chair and went back to her bed, where she had left her string figure drawing notepad and other artifacts she usually just left hanging there for convenience. What was not convenient though, was the way her E.T. poster plopped down from her wall of various other posters for the eighth time. She took note E.T did not want to make her room its home. At a larger view, she took note to tidy up her room soon.
She would set up her strife deck first. Just in case. Ruby glanced at her notepad for reference on string figure-making, and counting being on the right page as lucky, she did some art playing with the string in her fingers which brought up her sylladex and the object she was attempting to select on her strife deck, some funky-looking kitchenware.
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((Am I the only one who thinks this will be really awkward with just two people?))
Well, a challenge is a challenge. And it must be answered in the most ironic fashion possible.
Putting on four aces suited and a pair of squareish shades, Dane sent a set of coordinates to each of the other three players before setting his and stepping into the transportalizer.
He arrived in a flash of light on a rooftop of an abandoned parking garage and got to work setting up the scene.