==> METEOR: FALL

[LOLA SAVILL]

==> LOLA: PRESS

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Urg. You are getting the feeling this is going to be a lot more frustrating than you had hoped it would be.

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KN: Just hurry your ass up to a safer, preferably Wi-Fi rich, spot and install your client disk.
KN: I've got my server installed and ready to connect to you. KN: You're lucky to be in such capable hands.
KN: NOW MOVE IT, KID. CHOP CHOP!

[JENY CHENLEI]

==>

As you carefully move with the unknown boy in your arms, you feel his arms snake around you. You only look down and smirk at the boy as he burrows you, ever since Wong had gotten bigger, something like this would’ve been impossible between you two. This felt like old times.

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==> SIS: Did you hear a beep?

Looking from the boy over to your own, you tilt your head. Being injured already would make one to walk funny, but now he was being slow on purpose, after watching him carefully as he walked, the stance has changed.

Thinking about it, you didn’t really take his phone away. Wow, much an authority figure you were.

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==>

Then again thinking about it, he needed to play this game and it was important that communicated with the other players with the way that it sounded when you’ve talked to the other guardians. You turn away pretending to ignore what or who Wong was talking to.

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JENY: Come on, Wong!
JENY: We got to get moving. (~_~

[WONG CHENLEI]

==> Wong: Answer.

You sure are a popular guy all of a sudden! Kind of strange given that your general interactive proclivities tend towards, well, the opposite of lapidary phraseology.

Case in point, who thinks up a sentence as rigorously confusing and stunningly useless as 'opposite of lapidary phraseology?' No one! Your brain sure is rigged weird.

Can't even blame it on the pain medication: your inventory is quite bereft of it. You would have sworn you had more than enough for two days when starting the trip but oh well.

Still, this update looks super important. You're still not sure why everyone is so interested in this game but-

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CAR: ***BOOOM!!!!***

Fortunately that car was a ways away but you are going to have to get moving there is a fireball made of cars heading towards you just like in Hollywood! Go go go!

==> Wong: Go go go!

You are totally go go going.

Pain or not you run-hobble with the best of them. Slamming yourself into the Lincoln's passenger seat, you discover that your fingers have inadverdently been texting on their own.

Not exactly articulate stuff.

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[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]AC: kl;ajsdfklajs
AC: ;ajsdkfljasdklfas
AC: ;lakmscma;j3i23
AC: Sorry.
AC: I am afraid I do not understand...
AC: why such interest in the reality game??? Is it capable of building a shelter???

Nonetheless, you are reaching for the backseat where you stashed knapsack and sundries which include, thankfully, a laptop. You have no idea where your sis put the game.

[LOLA SAVILL]

==> LOLA: DROP THE ATTITUDE

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[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: You could say that.
KN: Look. I don't want to be cliche and say there's no time to explain, but there really isn't.
KN: I just need you get your client installed ASAP so I can prevent you from becoming a meteor pancake and dooming us all.
KN: I'll explain everything in more detail once I get you safely to the medium.
KN: For now I just need you to trust me, okay?

[JENY CHENLEI]

==> SIS: Flinch from the falling meteor

No, no, no you cannot do that, not with an injured person in your hands. For now you just stay still as the sound and wind passes by you. Slowly you turn your head to find another car smashed underneath, your grip tights a little more as you wait for your brother to catch up.

All of a sudden Wong just quick limps pass by you and into your car, that was something you were expecting when you got into this kind of situation and it makes you happy he is something more than just.

Cheerful.

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==>

Quickly you found yourself at your car. It was not time to preform the balancing act of opening a door and not dropping a person. The door swing opens and gently you lay the boy across the back seat, luckily Wong took his stuff from the back seat.

You then jump to the trunk swinging it open; this is what Juni was talking about. You look up; everything was now coming more quickly. You open up a knapsack and there, two disks waited to be opened. You grab them and swiftly move back to the driver’s seat, slapping them on your brother’s lap.

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JENY: I believe you need those?
JENY: You’re not grounded anymore.

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JENY: Come on, let’s get back to the car.
JENY: We need to get him medical help.

==> SIS: Start driving once more!

And that’s what you do! You start the car and book it. You look at the rear view mirror at the unconscious body and deep down inside, you just wanted to scream bloody mary.

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[WONG CHENLEI]

==>Wong: Catch the disks!

Amazingly, since you've probably been transmuted from an infinite number of left thumbs, you fail miserably at this and the two disks fall onto your lap.

You don't want to be petty and picayune but, what is with everyone considering this game to be the be-all and end-all when there is an apocalypse going on?

Even your sis is in on this nonsense. It's like there's some conspiracy going on.

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WONG: Anyway, I think I have bandages in here somewhere-

Okay so your question is kind of stupid, but you're feeling kind of slow at the moment.

Also, weirdly hopeful. If the world is going insane, you're going to follow it straight off the cliffs of irrationality and to the gates of dust and then hope that there are more than fields of desolation waiting for you at the end. Kid really needs actual medical attention, it's painful just looking at him.

==> Wong: Insert disk!

Woah, some humanity here, the survivor needs some medical attention no matter how terribly important you think this game is.

Your head nearly flies into the dashboard as your sis suddenly accelerates and you decide you need to put on your seat belt. Safety first, right?

Taking out some medical supplies (sadly no pain medication!), you grip half a dozen things in your teeth and sort of start prioritizing. Laptop's already on for some reason, disk goes in and starts doing its thing, you turn back and sort of try haphazardly throwing bandages in the general direction of the kid.

If there's a good thing about burns it's that it limits bleeding.

But he'll definitely have an interesting set of scars to talk about in the future. If there is a future.

You wish you had some sort of handy-dandy texting device that could be manipulated by your thoughts. It'd fit over your head and would beam things directly into your eyes. You'd call it an eyetop!

Okay, that's stupid.

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AC: ...
AC: Um.
AC: Oops.
AC: Was I supposed to install the client disk or the server disc?
AC: Nevermind, I think this is the right disk this time.

Wow, you are terrible at this.

[LOLA SAVILL]

==> LOLA: FACEPALM

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You are beginning to wonder why you let that capricious asshole convince you into changing clients. You have enough Chenlei to handle enough as it is with his cagey, alternate future self bothering you.

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[JENY CHENLEI]

==>

Something seems off, the boy in the backseat started to turn transparent, just fading away. Your eyes narrowed as questions started forming in your mind; not just who he was, but where did he come from. Until he suddenly vanished, out of sight and out of mind.

You cock your head to the side, why were you so focused on the back? Why were you even here in the first place? Well, of course to get away from this person that threatened you and your brother. You look over at Wong, his laptop opened ready to start this game. All you needed to focus on now was dodging these flying balls of flaming death.

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[WONG CHENLEI]

==>Wong: Notice!

Eh?

What are you supposed to be notic-

Oh, the program? Yeah, it seems to be installing just fine. The colorful fractal-based loading screen would probably be the source many an epilepsy-related litigation if not for the fact that the world is ending.

Oh! And it appears that it is pretty much done! How excellent!

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AC: If there is anything to be done relating to our current, hopeless scenario, I would be most grateful for your assistance.

You peer out of the car window. The body evaporating on the back seat of the Lincoln has put new meaning to phrase 'out of sight, out of mind.

Besides, the meteors are still falling and your sis is still trying to outrun the highway.

[LOLA SAVILL]

==> LOLA: CONNECT!

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You've been trying to do that for the last ten minutes! But it now seems like the client has finally finished installing on Chenlei's end. About fucking time! You were beginning to get a bit worried there.

You take the few extra seconds the game takes to solidify the connection to look around at your surroundings. In the time since entering the Medium and now, you have managed to wander quite a bit from your house, mostly to just get away from those damn imps. They weren't dangerous, per say, but they sure were annoying. And they seemed to love your room the most. By by loving it you mean loved destroying it. Little bastard ruined quite a few good paintings and let loose a most of your pets before you showed them who's boss. Urg. You hide what you could in the closet, and capchlogued the rest. Here's hoping you don't have to pick up much more soon, or things are going to get needlessly complicated.

You look down towards your feet, which are dangling just above the surface of the water below the arched, wooden bridge you were sitting on. The thriving foliage and perfect temperature that made this place would make you expect to see some sort of fish or water skimmers, but the only thing you can see is your reflection against the bottom of the crystal clear water. You scrunch up your nose. Weird.

==> LOLA: FOCUS

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Okay. Enough site seeing. You assume you'll have plenty of time for that as well as level grinding once you get Wong into the game. You turn back to your trusty solar powered laptop. Gotta help the environment anyway you can! Plus with your world being so pleasant, you're sure this was the right decision to bring along. You turn just in time to see the game screen pop up, displaying aforementioned present version of future cagey asian,

[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #171717; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 5CE62E; text-align: left;]KN: Alright, awesome! I can see you now and wow you sure are booking it.
KN: Sissy's driving like there's no tomorrow.
KN: Oh, oops. There isn't. Ha. Too soon.
KN: Anyways, tell your sis to calm her tits and pull over so I can actually do something, because right now I can do just about as much as I could before.
KN: AKA nothing with the added luxury of staring at the siblings of the year.

[WONG CHENLEI]

==>Wong: Fume.

You accept the fact that Lola can see your every motion without batting an eyelid. The other stuff? Not so much.

Lola wants you to say what to your sis? Calm her t- er, pacify her jujubes? Mollify her sweater puppies?! You knew she was crude, but that level of phrasal perversion is going one damned silly step too far! You are enervating that expression the heck down so that it'll convey the correct sentiment, and not invoke smothering social discomfort.

After a moment it occurs to you as to why Lola thought to mention your sister's, er, chest.

A crush! From an impartial viewer's perspective, as well as your unabashedly biased one, it'd be easy to see why: your sister is attractive, intelligent, trustworthy and gives off an aura of badassitude (no doubt from being an actual, totally secret, badass; see: super secret assassin job). Clearly excellent relationship material.

Dang, you're glad you thought of that, or else this entire conversation could have become pretty uncomfortable! You proactively address the issue and congratulate yourself on your excellent level of relationship guru perspicuity. An interminable moment of crippling awkwardness averted by the King!

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WONG: Lola wants us to take a deep breath and park the car.
WONG: Also, I think she might have a crush on you?

There, perfect. Potentially explosive situation handled with adroit, delicate social savoir-faire. Or rather, delegated to your Sis so she can handle it with her delicate, adroit social savoir-faire.

For a solitary millisecond you have the faint impression of deja vu, that you might have formed similar hasty conclusions vis-a-vis someone liking your sis in regards to a conversation held with someone else, but quick as it comes, the thought leaves. Good too, that sort of sloppy run-on-sentence is much too egregious a blot to leave on your brain.

Gotta wash it sparkly clean!

Besides, you still need to inform Lola that you have passed on her affections to your sis except word it in such a way that it might seem you haven't actually said any of that and just want to friendfully indicate that she shouldn't get her hopes up.

AC: Done.
AC: Also, I would like to note, for the benefit of the nameless individuals present that might be interested in such intelligence, that I am fairly certain my sister dates within her own age bracket.
AC: Sorry!

Yes, excellent, situation defused.

[JENY CHENLEI]

==>

You look over to your brother. He seemed deep in thought, over what went over your head, so you look back forward towards your driving. That was until your bro spoke.

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==> SIS: Brain freeze?

You take your foot off the gas petal, the car started to slowly down as your look at Wong with confused eyes, attempting to not open your mouth in some kind of shocked horror, and your head tilted to the side. Wasn’t Lola a female name? The car slowed down to the legal speed until it got slower, and slower, and slower. Finally, the car was just inching.

You don’t think.

Your influences go that far. You mean, you’re flattered, but, Lola could’ve been the same age as Wong. But there sat Wong proud of how he phrased himself, going back to his laptop. You put your foot on the break and put the car into park.

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JENY: Excuse me?

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That was all you could say, quickly and quietly.

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[LOLA SAVILL]

==> LOLA: UH?

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What?

Why is boy wonder telling you about his sister's romantic interests? What in his walnut sized brain cavity convinced him that this information would be useful or wanted by you at all?! You just let out the most exaggerated sigh you can muster and roll your eyes. Does he think you have a thing for sissy or something? Urg, you don't have time for this bullshit.

KN: Uh, that's great Wong. Really.
KN: It means to world to me to find out that your sister isn't some kind of secret pedophile who likes the taste of underage lips, but I couldn't care less about that right now.
KN: Now I suggest you get out of the car for a bit while I work, unless you wanna risk getting crushed by me working.~

==> LOLA: WORK

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You're getting there, geeze. First you have to make the car stable enough to handle all this equipment. That's actually a bigger issue than you originally though it would be. At first you just though you were going to be doing some expanding on the car and bing, bam, boom; you have a fully functioning work area. Looking at it now, though, the car doesn't look like any sort of building is going to make it strong enough to hold the weight of these things. Hell it'd probably make it weaker. Hmmm.

==> LOLA: SPOT SOLUTION

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You zoom out a bit to see the perfect solution to your problem. You can't help a proud smirk from crossing your face. Sometimes your ingenuity even surprised you.

KN: Actually change of plans.
KN: Head over to that tractor trailer.
KN: I'm going to be deploying things there.

==> LOLA: FUCKING DEPLOY ALREADY

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You finally are able to actually do something. Thankfully the 18-wheeler was in range of the two, so you begin to empty out the inside of it while you wait for them to make their way over to it. You didn't notice until now but it seemed to be filled with...armor? Damn, there was a lot of unique armor sets in here. Too bad you don't care about any of that, and just send them flying off-screen and slamming into the ground. No one would be missing them anymore, anyways. No need to be gentle.

After you haphazardly send all the armor flying and clear the entrails of the tractor trailer, you immediately get to deploying the machines. First and foremost you deploy the Cruxtruder. Wong can mess around with the kernalsprite while you get everything else set up. Lucky for you, the be of the tractor trailer has plenty of room for all the mechanisms to be placed into in a neat, orderly line. And you do just that, as well as placing the pre-punched card on the Totem Lathe. No confusion or wasting time with finding that bugger this time around.

KN: First you're going to have to release the kernalsprite from the Cruxtruder, which will be the first machine I placed in the bed of the trailer.
KN: You'll probably have to hit it hard on the top with something though. It likes to stick.

[WONG CHENLEI]

==>Wong: Enter Medium.

Enter what now?

You re-examine your pester's screen and decide that Lola is either being cagey or that you misinterpreted her tells. If that was the case: ack, pretty embarrassing! On second thought you admit that the incriminating sentence is, likely enough, just another surprisingly crude expression and not an admission of untamed lust.

Managing the heroic feat of unscrambling your thoughts so that you can focus on surviving you quickly inform your sis that Lola wants you to leave the relative safety of the car for the relative safety of the great outdoors.

Halfway out with your crutches, she changes her mind.

You look around and spot the abandoned tractor trailer in question. There are... well, either there is a fearsome beast within, or Lola is somehow tossing the armor out.

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WONG: Actually, she wants us to move towards the tractor trailer?
WONG: I suppose it is safer.

So you are still a little dubious about the prospects of the game solving the issue of the world ending, but you hotfoot it towards the tractor in question.

There are still some pieces of armor that have been deposited on the floor haphazardly but that is not what draws your attention.

Well those... are sure something!

AC: Kernelsprite?
AC: This one, right?

You bumble around in front of the lasaery one for a second before realizing that that probably isn't the right one.

You don't know why you get the feeling, you just do. Plus, your memory isn't so impaired that you don't remember in which order Lola deposited the three gizmos from out of nowhere. You're feeling distinctly more hopeful, haha. This technology really is amazing!

You hope the driver of the 18-wheeler got away safely.

AC: Okay, I got it. Let me just-

You raise your crutch and slam the point down on the top of the cruxtruder. For once, everything goes right, the lid pops right off and out comes a ball that cycles between yellow and black.

Unfortunately for you, the crutch stomp maneuver wrenched your leg in the wrong direction and now it isn't significant pain. Your foot slips.

You-

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==>Wong: Fall.

You reach out to support yourself, for a second your fingers brush towards the glowing ball.

And-

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[JENY CHENLEI]

==>

You cock an eyebrow up, but follow your brother, he and the girl seem to know what they’re doing and you’ll follow along as moral and safety support. Getting out you watch armor magically fly out of a tractor trailer. You look at Wong with dubious eyes, wondering if you guys really have to go through with this.

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JENY: Ah…
JENY: Ok.

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You swiftly follow behind and look at the large opening of the truck, large machinery you’ve never seen before rests with the belly. Your stomach curls and your muscles tense up, it’s almost like a maternal feeling is acting up. Your green eyes flicker everywhere, but then settle of Wong as he steps up and walking inside making his way to one machine.

You clench and unclench your hand, almost as if something bad was about to happen. You’ve had this feeling a million and one time, but this is supposed to be just a game. Right?

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==> SIS: !!!

You watch Wong hits open the container and a bright light shines. You squint your eyes, letting then adjust while letting you keep your guard up. Suddenly Wong tips backwards attempting to get his center of gravity back but then tips forward, your brows lift up, you’ve done this many of times you’ve unsuccessfully hit your target, your hook swords come out, just as his hand grazed and disappeared, your thoughts were to not allow that to happen to the rest of Wong. A conversation came flying back that you shouldn’t allow this to happen that it needed to be stopped somehow or else he would disappear. You go running up to him raising your arm and quickly bring it down.

A swift chop of skin, muscle and bone could be heard. You feel warmth splash on your face. Some enter into your mouth, a copper flavor, the same taste you’ve tasted before but this time you wanted to vomit. And bile you feel coming up but you swallow up.

Of course the momentum of your attack sends you flying yourself, not catching yourself; you land ungracefully on your face. You lay there shaking in fear of what you’ve just done in the spur of the moment.

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JENY: OH GOD
JENY: WONG!

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That was all that could come out as your curl up and hold your nose. Slowly you get up to look at the damage.

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