CG: THANK YOU FOR YOUR WELL THOUGHT OUT AND INFORMING REPLY TO MY QUESTION. CG: I SUDDENLY UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING. CG: TO ANSWER YOURS, NO. OTHER THAN REPEATEDLY TYPING OUT MY TROLLIAN HANDLE, THIS IS JUST HOW I TALK.
But you have to change the colour, and you're using a format that doesn't really conform well. That just seems like a lot of extra work than just typing normally.
Wait... you talk in capslock coloured grey!? Do you have a special duologue section? Did you hack it? I heard you could do things like that if you know how. There's even a rumor that a Demon Lord somewhere hacked their title.
Um... was there actually a question in all that? It was kind of long and the way it was written a bit distracting.
CG: NO I DON'T FLAUNT MY FUCKING BLOOD COLOR LIKE SOME SORT OF IRRELEVANT STATUS SYMBOL! CG: AND NO I DIDN'T HACK ANYTHING. CG: I'M PRETTY AWFUL AT IT. CG: HERE, I'LL DELUDE MYSELF FOR TWO SECONDS THAT I'M NOT TALKING TO A MORON: CG: I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. CG: ALTERNATIVELY, "WHERE AM I?" "HOW DID I GET HERE?" OR ANY SUBJECT ALONG THOSE LINES. CG: ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS I HAVE INEVITABLY EXTEND FROM THE ANSWERS TO THOSE QUESTIONS, SO I'LL REFRAIN FROM ASKING ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW.
You've been kidnapped by a group of scientists to live here. This city was abandoned... your friends may or may not be here. Some people leave and return, and lose their memories, though I don't remember having seen you before.
When you arrive, the scientists put a chip in you that suppresses any abilities you have. You can get it out, but for right now you probably don't have use of your powers, if you have any.
CG: FOR SOME REASON I FEEL LIKE BEING AN INEXPLICABLE TOOL, SO YOU CAN CALL ME [CG] OR CARCINOGENETICIST FOR NOW, NAMINE. CG: I CAN'T DO THE ` ABOVE THE E. CG: YOUR EXPLANATION ANSWERS MY QUESTIONS, YET RAISE SO MANY OTHERS. CG: AS I'M SURE YOU'RE ALREADY AWARE OF. CG: I'M SICK TO FUCKING DEATH OF ASKING QUESTIONS MYSELF, SO BEAR WITH THE QUESTIONING DOUCHEBAG JUST A BIG LONGER: CG: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A GAME CALLED SGRUB? CG: OR, IF YOU'RE HUMAN, SBURB? CG: DO THE WORDS "PROSPIT", "DERSE", OR "SKAIA" MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU? CG: THIS RELATES TO THE EVENTS OF MY UNIVERSE AND ANOTHER.
CG: OH I'M SORRY LET ME FUCKING CAPITULATE TO YOUR DELICATE SENSES AT THE EXPENSE OF MY WHOLE GODDAMN BEING. CG: WHAT SHALL I CHANGE ABOUT MYSELF FOR YOU TODAY? CG: WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PICK THE PROPER COLOR OF MY BLOOD AND FLAUNT IT ABOUT LIKE SOME FLAMBOYANT MENTAL CASE? CG: OR MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SAW OFF MY FUCKING HORNS, DECLARE MYSELF HUMAN, AND MARATHON EVERY GODDAMN MOVIE JOHN EVER SPEWED FORTH CG: WHILE HOARDES OF ORANGE CREAMSICLES CRAWL THEIR WAY DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE UNTIL I AM A BLOATED BLUBBERBEAST WALLOWING IN ITS OWN FILTH.
What a fascinating form of speech... Are you Western, perhaps?
In any case, I apologize for the delay. I am quite old so reading it took some time.
This city is called Discedo. It is on a planet with two moons called Fortuna. It seems that the group of people known as "Scientists" have brought us here for some unknown reason. ...Also, there is a chip implanted to prevent any sort of abilities.
CG: I'M FROM ALTERNIA. CG: WHICH ALSO HAD TWO MOONS CG: BUT IT WASN'T A PILE OF BROKEN GAUDY ARCHITECTURE CG: AT LEAST MY HIVE WASN'T IN A CAVE OR TREE OR ANYTHING CG: IT WAS PRACTICAL. CG: FUCK ME I'M REMINISCING LIKE SOME WEEPY WRIGGLER. CG: ANYWAY CG: I HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE FORTUNA BUMFUCK NOWHERE WORLD CG: I'M NOT SURE IF THAT WARRANTS RELIEF OR PANIC. CG: MOSTLY CONFUSION AND RAGE AS PER THE NORM. CG: WHAT'S WITH THIS CHIP THING PEOPLE KEEP MENTIONING?
Basically, the Scientists dragged us here, out of our worlds, to use us for an experiment or to hope we could somehow fix things. And from what I got just talking to them personally? You were chosen at random. Not for any special qualities.
... like... being able to communicate with your selves?
Either way, you're chipped. Meaning, if you had powers, you don't now. And you may want to get the damn thing out soon because it can control you.
Lets see... there are monsters everywhere, natural disasters are way too common and OH! We often come under attack by outsiders, human or otherwise.
CG: HOLY SHIT. CG: OTHER THAN THE BULLSHIT HOSTAGE SITUATION AND THE CHIP IT SOUNDS LIKE A CRAPPY VERSION OF MY PLANET CG: MY OLD PLANET. CG: NOT THE VEIL. CG: LIKE IF ALTERNIA HAD A RETARDED NEIGHBOR WHO ESCAPED BEING CULLED BY FALLING DOWN A FUCKING WELL CG: THAT WOULD BE THIS PLANET.
CG: WHAT A RELIEF! CG: I'M FINALLY IN MY COMFORT ZONE OF THE FAMILIAR HORRORS THAT ONCE PLAGUED MY EXISTENCE! CG: OH WAIT. CG: THAT'S THE LEAST OF MY PROBLEMS.
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CG: I SUDDENLY UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING.
CG: TO ANSWER YOURS, NO. OTHER THAN REPEATEDLY TYPING OUT MY TROLLIAN HANDLE, THIS IS JUST HOW I TALK.
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Wait... you talk in capslock coloured grey!? Do you have a special duologue section? Did you hack it? I heard you could do things like that if you know how. There's even a rumor that a Demon Lord somewhere hacked their title.
Um... was there actually a question in all that? It was kind of long and the way it was written a bit distracting.
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CG: AND NO I DIDN'T HACK ANYTHING.
CG: I'M PRETTY AWFUL AT IT.
CG: HERE, I'LL DELUDE MYSELF FOR TWO SECONDS THAT I'M NOT TALKING TO A MORON:
CG: I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
CG: ALTERNATIVELY, "WHERE AM I?" "HOW DID I GET HERE?" OR ANY SUBJECT ALONG THOSE LINES.
CG: ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS I HAVE INEVITABLY EXTEND FROM THE ANSWERS TO THOSE QUESTIONS, SO I'LL REFRAIN FROM ASKING ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW.
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If you need to know where you are, you're in a city called Discedo.
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CG: AND THANKS, THAT'S A START.
CG: COULD YOU ELABORATE ON THAT?
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When you arrive, the scientists put a chip in you that suppresses any abilities you have. You can get it out, but for right now you probably don't have use of your powers, if you have any.
What's your name? I'm Naminé.
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CG: I CAN'T DO THE ` ABOVE THE E.
CG: YOUR EXPLANATION ANSWERS MY QUESTIONS, YET RAISE SO MANY OTHERS.
CG: AS I'M SURE YOU'RE ALREADY AWARE OF.
CG: I'M SICK TO FUCKING DEATH OF ASKING QUESTIONS MYSELF, SO BEAR WITH THE QUESTIONING DOUCHEBAG JUST A BIG LONGER:
CG: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A GAME CALLED SGRUB?
CG: OR, IF YOU'RE HUMAN, SBURB?
CG: DO THE WORDS "PROSPIT", "DERSE", OR "SKAIA" MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?
CG: THIS RELATES TO THE EVENTS OF MY UNIVERSE AND ANOTHER.
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CG: WHAT SHALL I CHANGE ABOUT MYSELF FOR YOU TODAY?
CG: WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PICK THE PROPER COLOR OF MY BLOOD AND FLAUNT IT ABOUT LIKE SOME FLAMBOYANT MENTAL CASE?
CG: OR MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SAW OFF MY FUCKING HORNS, DECLARE MYSELF HUMAN, AND MARATHON EVERY GODDAMN MOVIE JOHN EVER SPEWED FORTH
CG: WHILE HOARDES OF ORANGE CREAMSICLES CRAWL THEIR WAY DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE UNTIL I AM A BLOATED BLUBBERBEAST WALLOWING IN ITS OWN FILTH.
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In any case, I apologize for the delay. I am quite old so reading it took some time.
This city is called Discedo. It is on a planet with two moons called Fortuna. It seems that the group of people known as "Scientists" have brought us here for some unknown reason. ...Also, there is a chip implanted to prevent any sort of abilities.
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CG: WHICH ALSO HAD TWO MOONS
CG: BUT IT WASN'T A PILE OF BROKEN GAUDY ARCHITECTURE
CG: AT LEAST MY HIVE WASN'T IN A CAVE OR TREE OR ANYTHING
CG: IT WAS PRACTICAL.
CG: FUCK ME I'M REMINISCING LIKE SOME WEEPY WRIGGLER.
CG: ANYWAY
CG: I HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE FORTUNA BUMFUCK NOWHERE WORLD
CG: I'M NOT SURE IF THAT WARRANTS RELIEF OR PANIC.
CG: MOSTLY CONFUSION AND RAGE AS PER THE NORM.
CG: WHAT'S WITH THIS CHIP THING PEOPLE KEEP MENTIONING?
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... like... being able to communicate with your selves?
Either way, you're chipped. Meaning, if you had powers, you don't now. And you may want to get the damn thing out soon because it can control you.
Lets see... there are monsters everywhere, natural disasters are way too common and OH! We often come under attack by outsiders, human or otherwise.
Welcome to Discedo, please enjoy your stay.
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CG: OTHER THAN THE BULLSHIT HOSTAGE SITUATION AND THE CHIP IT SOUNDS LIKE A CRAPPY VERSION OF MY PLANET
CG: MY OLD PLANET.
CG: NOT THE VEIL.
CG: LIKE IF ALTERNIA HAD A RETARDED NEIGHBOR WHO ESCAPED BEING CULLED BY FALLING DOWN A FUCKING WELL
CG: THAT WOULD BE THIS PLANET.
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I've never heard of the Veil or Alternia I'm afraid.
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CG: I'M FINALLY IN MY COMFORT ZONE OF THE FAMILIAR HORRORS THAT ONCE PLAGUED MY EXISTENCE!
CG: OH WAIT.
CG: THAT'S THE LEAST OF MY PROBLEMS.
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