==> Tory: Run (like the wind) The Game [PETE]

[TORY WOLFFE]

==> Tory: Run Your Game

There'd no rush though is there? I mean, you just recently got your friend into her own game, not to mention having just gone through a butt load of emotional turmoil (seriously, you're too young for these things), you're exhausted. Emotionally exhausted. Physically, you're fine since all you did today was sit in front of your laptop, frantically click-drag-dropping various furnitures in your client's house on top of unsuspecting imps. Anyway, you take a short break from it all and just lean back into your chair, close your eyes and enjoy the breeze.

==> Breeze?

But your window's closed. And so is your door. There shouldn't be any reason that there's a breeze in your room. And yet...here it is. It's odd though, this breeze is very..warm? And you can't help feeling something really bad is going to happen. Something really big, is heading very very fast in your direction. And you can only guess what's coming. Well, there's your reason to rush.

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misguidedPreserver [MP] began pestering nullCatalyst [NC] at --:--

MP: hey..um, Pete
MP: hope i'm not catching you at a..uh, bad time or anything ><
MP: but, um, i kinda need your help with something, if you don't mind ;;;

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Have an untimely interruption

In your haze you hear the telltale badum of your chat client over the pounding rain outside and out of the corner of your eye you see the chat window pop up. There’s a pause as you process the words, and then your face plunges into a shade of deep, burning crimson. The same, or nearly the same, colour as your text. It’s not because of who’s the one pestering you, although that does somewhat count for a bit, but it’s because of what you nearly finished doing. Flippin’ hell man, you’d changed your status to BUSY for a reason! But it looks like Thor needed some help, since he’s not really the type to intrude without a good reason, bless his heart. Or whatever.

==> Pete: Clean up

You let out a muffled pseudo-groan of teen frustration. Friend or not, it was still your time of pleasurable privacy. You shuffle a tad bit grumpily to the bathroom outside your room, and then briefly consider...but nah, better not. Besides, the strong, synthetic smell of cherry blossom air freshener is a sound turn-off to you.

==> Pete: See what’s up with one of your two best bros

Leaning back in your office chair, you tap out a reply with now-clean fingers that were scented with lavender soap:

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NC: there somethin wrong, Thor? this better be real good.
NC: and uh, no, Im not busy right now. I was, but not right now, no.
NC: hey, did you know that its been rainin pretty hard here lately? not a surprise, i know, but the drops are thick and sizzlin hot, too. like hot honey.
NC: which is really weird.

[TORY WOLFFE]

==> Tory: Get to the point

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MP: uh, sorry if you were busy before ><
MP: but..um...alright, if you're not plannning on doing anything for the next few hours or so...
MP: i'm going to need you to, um, get me into the game
MP: and my advice..?
MP: don't go out of your house anymore...like really
MP: just stay in.

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Wonder

NC: aight, sure, why not.
NC: its only what, 3 am here? no worries, nope.
NC: 555+, nah, im just pullin your leg a bit. i woke up with the urge to do something else, but i guess this is good enough. couldn’t sleep anyways.
NC: not gonna ask whatcha mean by dont go outside, though i wouldnt at this time of night.
NC: lemme get the disk then.

==> Pete: Fetch the disk

You leap out of the chair and pad over to your sizable stack of game disks. The SBURB one was directly on top, since you’d gotten it last. As you pick it up, a giant flash of lightening brightens the sky outside and catches your attention. In that split second, you see patches of red here and there through the window. Fire? Nah, probably just your imagination.

==> BLAMDADAM!!!!!

That crash near your house certainly wasn’t! Alarmed, you hurriedly press your face to the warm glass and attempt to guide your eyes down to street level. You can’t see much in the darkness, but you can vaguely make out a burning lump of something three houses away. Your wide eyes move up to look at the sky and you can see raindrops being blown by the strong, stormy wind, but...

==> Pete: Make considerable haste and install the thing

A splotch of something lands smack on the glass outside, right on your forehead and proceeds to burn through the glass, emitting a sssssssssss sound. With a yelp you back away and nearly fall on your bum. Is molten rock falling from the sky? Has the moon finally melted like the cheese it is? Are you dreaming a terribly lucid dream? Your forehead still faintly warm from the close contact, you cautiously approach the window and examine the hole. It looks like molten rock that has eaten around the glass. You pause, and the only thing running wild in your mind is gran’s not gonna be happy about this there’s a hole melted in the window.

You insert the disk into your computer drive.

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NC: shit man, youre right. What the hell is goin on!?!?!
NC: dude i just, what. Ok, please tell me whats happenin.
NC: i think that troll i talked to awhile ago told me something like this, but
NC: this?!?!?

[TORY WOLFFE]

==> Tory: Look out your window

You sure hope he hurries with retrieving his disk. Getting out of your chair, you decided to take a peek out of your window. Looks as if the sun's setting judging from the colour of the sky, but then again, it's about 1.30pm in the afternoon where you are. So obviously, the sky is on fire. Also, the wide field just outside your house that your mother used to play soccer on is also now full of craters....and on fire, she's not going to be very happy about that. You plopped back into your chair as you hear the "badum" chime, signalling the return of Pete to his computer.

==> Tory:Explain...more or less

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MP: alright, um..
MP: i'm going to just...assume you saw what's outside your window..
MP: uh, bad news, those are caused by playing the game..
MP: worse news...uh..it's the end of the world ><;;
MP: and i don't have much time left..

==> CRASH/BOOM/WHATEVER SOUNDS METEORS MAKE!

Aaaaaaand, there goes your mailbox.

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Collect your wits

You take a rugged breath and close your eyes deeply. If what your friend told you was true (and the pretty convincing evidence outside certainly helped back up his words) then everyone would benefit from a composed Pete. You gather up the shattered bits of your wits and reassemble them back together. There. You’re calm again, to an extent.

==> Loading Screen

Deciding that at this point any further scepticism would probably get you and your Gran killed, you simply boot the installation. After it completes, you are faced with some green circle-spiral thing and a loading bar. Ok, seems like every other game in the world. While waiting you contemplate the fact that if Meido Void and K-man hadn’t warned you about this earlier, you’d have gone back to sleep, thinking that it was all some grand-scale dream, instead of blindly listening to Thor.

NC: ok man, ok. its playing the loading screen thing right now.
NC: dont worry ok. its gonna be alright, im here, i gotcha.
NC: the end of the world. aight. well. i wouldnt choose to end it with any other person.
NC: cept maybe some other choice people, but yeah. 555+++.

==> Pete: Be Thor’s server player

With a slight, satisfactory bloop the loading screen smoothly fades into a view of the exterior of a battered looking apartment. There are flaming chunks of rock everywhere, and for a moment you are fascinated by the amazingly realistic graphics of it all. You use your mouse to scroll around and then notice, after zooming in a bit, a boy sitting at a computer. You blink, and then it hits you with enough force to make you do a double-take and reach for a glass of milk that isn’t there. You start clicking experimentally, and delight overtakes the forced calm of your face.

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NC: Thor. Thor, i think im in.
NC: i see.....you, maybe? yeah. woah man this game is flippin cool already, 555!
NC: you look so different that what i imagined you to look like, but at the same time, it fits you!!!!!
NC: i feel like a weird voyeur man, this is so awesome.
NC: woah dude, did you see that? i just threw your bed out of the window!
NC: im not even sorry, 555++++!

[TORY WOLFFE]

MP: glad to hear that...i guess : );;
MP: now, uh, you should see my room as soon as the scrpdijbgvfbgol

==> Tory: Inspect damage

Yeah...alright, it's not like you're planning on sleeping through this or ever again anyway. You looked out your window to find that your bed's landed in the crater where your mailbox once stood. Well...it looks salvageble....as long as it doesn't catch on fir- and it catches on fire, wonderful. You looked away from the horrible sad sight of your bed being engulfed in flames and returned to your laptop. As long as he doesn't toss your bookcase and game stack out the window, everything should still be fine. Yep.

MP: okay, i guess the screen's loaded up already
MP: yep that's me, uh, hi
MP: don't know how you pictured me before..but yeah ;;

==> Tory: Wave

You don't know why you bothered with that but you did anyway, doing a little wave at your server, though in reality you're really just waving at the far corner of your bedroom. You have no idea at what angle Pete's actually looking down from. ANYWAY! Onto more pressing matters.

MP: now...uh, i'd really appreciate it if you don't fling anymore of my furniture out my window OTL;;;
MP: i know it's cool and all... > <
MP: but i'm gonna have to ask you to focus now, alright Agent 5? : );;
MP: kinda..uh, putting my life in your hands here... > w <;;

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Stop messing around

Heck no, this is much too fun. Who knew that you would ever get to see the piping beneath a toilet?

==> Pete: Realize that Thor might die if you don’t stop messing around

Ok.

NC: right, right, ill stop. sorry bout that, its just so cool, man.
NC: so what am i supposed to do to help ya?
NC: theres a menu thingy on my interface, but nothing really looks life-savin.
NC: and also, hi! 555+++

==> Pete: Examine menu

It looks like there are some things you can place without having to use any of those little blue hexagon thingies, which you currently have none of. You can only assume that it’s some kind of resource counter, or maybe the currency of SBURB or something. Huh. Either way, you find some non-greyed out machinery in the menu and decide to plonk some of that down.

==> Pete: Deploy Alchemiter, Cruxtruder, and Totem Lathe


Whatever those are. Sound pretty neat though. You put the Alchemiter in what seems to be Thor’s kitchen, the Cruxtruder in the space right next to the kitchen, and the Totem Lathe in his room. Hopefully the guy will know what to do because you sure as hell don’t. Maybe you should pull up a walkthrough or something online. But if this game causes the end of the world, how would anybody have the time to do it in the first place? You highly doubt the existence of a…..

==> Pete: Find a walkthrough


Welp. Pursing your lips you send the link over to Thor and debate on the wisdom of brushing your teeth because you had woken up to, uh, yeah, and your mouth doesn’t feel too great. Taking a quick glance out the window assures you that you probably at least have three minutes, so why not?

==> Pete: Attend to your toiletries and return with haste


Yeah, it’ll give Thor time to read that thing anyways, and tell you the basic gist of it.

After you brush and wash your face you decide to relieve yourself as well, and drop downstairs for two glasses of water and milk (no not mixed together, eugh). You leave your scant bedclothes on, and briefly fantasize about saving one of your best friends from the brink of death in short boxer shorts and a loose white t-shirt.

Now that your mouth is minty and your bladder is empty you feel ready for anything.

NC: heeeeey, im back.
NC: uh yeah, i forgot to tell you id be right back, 55+.
NC: you doin ok?

[TORY WOLFFE]

==> Tory: Look through Walkthrough

Guess Pete had the right idea of looking through a walkthrough. Heck, why didn't YOU thought of that when you were a server player?? Whatever, the past is past now and you skimmed through the walkthrough while ignoring the sounds of huge machinery being deployed around your house. Also ignoring how you can hear the pipes working up from your toilet being uprooted from the ground. You're going to have to fix that.

MP: huh?
MP: oh yeah..uh, i'm doing great...i think
MP: hold on..um, let me just switch to the pesterchum on my phone...

--misguidedPreserver [MP] became an idle chum --

==> Tory: Retrieve phone

It's a good thing you DIDN'T leave it on your bed, though you could have placed it in a more safer place than on your bookshelf because who knows when that might go flying as well. Anyway, you booted up the pesterchum program on your phone as you walked out of your room to inspect the various devices that's been placed around your house.

==> Tory: Inspect Alchemiter and Cruxtruder

You ventured out into your living room/kitchen space to inspect the damage done Alchemiter and Cruxtruder. You sort of have a basic understanding of how they're meant to work. The Alchemiter's the thing that makes stuff after scanning the cruzite dowel thingum that's supposed to be created through the totem lathe that's been deployed back in your room. But that would require a pre-punched card, you're not quite sure your server's already deployed that, but all in due time you suppose. The biggest thing to note is the Cruxtruder. Now, you're gonna keep in mind that as soon as you open that, a timer will start up and that's when the big one would hit. It would also extrude a cruxite dowel and a glowy sprite ball. That which you're going to have to toss something in to so it can be your magical guide or something. You ran all this through your head, pushing the feeling of going to take a nap instead of going through all this. But the fact that another one of those blasted meteors just came crashing into your garden and part of your house made you think otherwise. Alright, first things first would be the cruxtruder.

MP: um...mind helping me with getting this thing off..?
MP: we're...or maybe just me
MP: yeah, i'm gonna have to move fast after this thing comes off.. ><
MP: a glowy ball sprite thing will come out of it along with a cruxite dowel, it's a thing for the totem lathe..yeah, you know what, just skim through the walkthrough ;;;
MP: anyway, just a heads up is all ><

==> Tory: Tie up your hair then pry open cruxtruder

With all that running around you're about to be doing, you'd definitely not want your hair getting in the way of your vision. You then looked around for something to pry open the lid of the cruxtruder. It's not that your house lacked the items that could aid you in your quest to get the lid off, it's more of how most of the equipment that you could use are A) sports equipment and B) they all belong to your Mother. And with the way things are now, you wouldn't exactly want her to come home only to find a burning field, a half destroyed apartment and half a dozen of her favourite baseball bats broken in two.

==> Tory: I spy a bowling ball.

That could work.

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Give in and read the walkthrough

Well, thanks Thor for nothing. You don’t exactly feel like splitting your eyes open at this time of night (morning, really) to read a wall of blinding text from a screen. But if it helps save your friend, you guess you could at the very least skim through the thing. You open it up while keeping an eye on the SBURB interface. Looks like Thor’s gotten familiarized with those chunky things now, and…..is that a bowling ball? What the-no, no, you’ll just read the walkthrough.

==> Pete: Get it

Ah yeah, ok. Now you get it. It sounds like a very complicated, warped game. You keep the tab open just in case (no, definitely) you might need to consult it again.

NC: ok, now youre makin sense to me.
NC: you know it says that you should have a pre-punched cruxite artifact already in your modus.
NC: the game gives you one the moment you enter it.
NC: or so this says. i wouldnt recommend opening the Cruxtruder until youre ready, cuz it starts the countdown till doomsday or something.
NC: but once you do, ill try my best to help you, best bud.

==> Pete: Fidget

This was terrible. All you could do was watch Thor do his thing, and hope he doesn’t die, and you can’t help much at all yet. Except maybe build around his house, but that would accomplish nothing. Plus, you have no grist. Arggh. You wish that someone would be your server soon, so that you can get working too, instead of just sitting. Your foot starts tapping out a four-beat rhythm.

==> Pete: Listen

Your ear metaphorically pricks up and you catch the sound of a dog outside. Ok. There were lots of stray dogs round the area, heck they were everywhere in Bangkok. You worry a little since there’s practically fire raining down and someone, not only dogs, could get seriously burned. Well, if anyone were awake, that is. The dog keeps up its frantic barking and then you wince as suddenly it turns into a pained, twisted yelp and then nothing. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to go have a look. Your eyes flick to the dead-gecko-in-a-glass-case near your computer.

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NC: hey Thor? what happens to everyone else?
NC: do they just, what, die?
NC: i know i shouldnt be sayin that, but still.
NC: its kinda harsh, doncha think.
NC: that the only people who have a remote chance of survivin are the ones in players houses?

[TORY WOLFFE]

==> Tory: It's bowling ball time

Well, that's obviously not going to happen. Seeing that this is one of those bowling balls that weigh a ton. Well not literally a ton, but definitely not light enough for you to carry on your own. And you're definitely not going to be getting anywhere without the help of the magic cursor that Pete is currently in control of. You give up trying to lift the bowling ball as you take the moment to reply your blinking phone.

MP: i didn't know it would already be in my sylladex.. o.o
MP: cuz mila kinda needed to make one herself with this alchemiter thing
MP: but i guess i'll check it out.. ><

==> Tory: Rummage through sylladex

It IS a box...sort of. And what do you know, the pre-punched card. But it's aaaalll the way at the bottom of the sylladex. Under heavy stacks of history books you've captchalogued but forgotten all about. The only way to get it is to...empty everything out. Well, here goes everything.

==> Tory: Empty your sylladex.

All at once, the books fell in a heap on the ground. But hey, at you you can get to your pre punched card out. You recaptchaloge the scattered history books and checked your pesterchum while you're at it.

MP: um...i don't really know..
MP: i kinda have a feeling..well
MP: i think the people who aren't playing this game...have way higher chances of surviving than us
MP: oh, uh, forgive me for sounding overly pesimistic though ;;;
MP: it's just a thought i have ><

[PETE WASUPON]

==> Pete: Open your flippin’ eyes

Did it not occur to you that Thor might potentially need help with his bowling ball endeavour? Nope, no it didn’t! You’re a true idiot, you are, waxing all sentimental about a dog while your friend has more pressing problems. Get your act together, man. Snap out of it. Things are dying, you can't help them. But you can help him. Focus. Of course there’s no way a scrawny guy (no offense) like him could lift a ball like that (why did he have one anyway?). You had the mouse of power here, use it!

==> Pete: Use it

Quickly, you hovered the cursor over the shiny black ball and picked it up with ease. Now you were presented with a problem: how was a ball supposed to open a lid? You still didn’t know why Thor didn’t choose a pair of pliers or something like that. But alright. Better check with the main man to make sure that he knew what you were doing though, him being preoccupied with his new sylladex card for the cruxite artifact and all that. Weird name. Meh. Game vocabulary, you’ll let it pass.

NC: hey man, im bout to bash open this mothertrucker, ok?
NC: just a heads up, you know, that im gonna start the countdown to your doom soon.
NC: and nice card you got there, 55! looks pretty nifty, though ive never seen holes in sylladex cards before. whats the picture on the front look like? i cant really see it from my angle.
NC: aight, brace yourself!!!!!

==> Pete: Crush the lid

Without further ado (you spare a shrug though, that doesn’t count does it?) you bring down the ball on the lid and see it crumple satisfactorily. Tossing the unorthodox can-opener over to the side (away from Thor, duh), you pluck the white metal disc off of the Cruxtruder and set it down. Kinda looks like a plate now, with a green design in the centre. You recall seeing the same pattern on the loading screen, and correctly assume that it’s the game’s theme symbol.

==> Pete: Observe the activated Cruxtruder

A wriggling, black sphere jets out of the top of the machine’s tower and hovers in the air. After a consultation with the walkthrough (a very useful document, you’re now glad you took the time to read it a bit), you find it to be Thor’s kernalsprite, his aforementioned ‘glowy ball sprite thing’. Too cool.

On the Cruxtruder’s screen interface, you see an ominous red countdown pop into existence. Ah.

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NC: the walkthrough says you get a dowel from the Cruxtruder and then bring it to the Totem Lathe to make your cruxite artefact.
NC: dude, hurry.
NC: by the way, you look pretty, uh, pretty with your hair up like that. just sayin.
NC: oh yeah, on the subject of pretty.....hows Mirror-Mirror doin?

[TORY WOLFFE]

MP: thanks for the help.. ><
MP: oh, yeah, i'm ready...i think
MP: yep

==> Tory: Inspect pre-punched card

Hmm...it's odd, the way it had holes in it. Kinda looks like a kid went crazy with a hole puncher on s sylladex card. You flipped it over to the other side to see the picture that's supposed to be there. It looked pretty pixelated to you, or maybe your eyesight's going, who knows.

MP: i don't know..
MP: looks sorta like a pinwheel...
MP: but with twelve leaves on it
MP: it looks a little blurry, can't quite tell what it is ><

==> Tory: Step aside

You do exactly that, and also sheilded your eyes from the light that would be produced from the cruxtruder. The next time you observed your surroundings, there's your kernelsprite floating just above the cruxtruder and the cruxite dowel still contained within it. It's odd though, you expected your kernelsprite to be of a...well, a colour besides black you guess? Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.

==> Tory: Extrude and Captchalogue Cruxite dowel and look at the timer

You turned the wheel that would extrude the cruxite dowel and captchalogue it while keeping an eye on the timer. 4:00....3:59..alright, guess you don't have much time to waste. You quickly stepped off the cruxtruder and looked at your pesterchum. Your sprite following close behind you.

MP: oh yeah, yep, i'm on it ><
MP: and..um, thanks, uh, for the hair compliment, um yeah..
MP: anyway, i think ii gotta prototype my kernelsprite first..
MP: i don't really know ><
MP: oh, and um, mila..?
MP: um..she's...okay..i..don't really know...
MP: you know, let's just get this over with alright..?

[PETE WASUPON]

NC: right, right, ok.
NC: sorry if that was a touchy subject, i didnt know, 55.
NC: ok, you go ahead and do that, man. whatcha gonna toss in it? something cool i bet.
NC: and that pinwheel deal sounds sweet, as usual, 555.

==> Pete: Reflect on how well you handled that situation

Well? Well? Well your arse. Anyone could see that it was a blaringly obvious subject change, even if you did apologise for it. You were still pretty conflicted over this whole thing (you refuse to call it a love triangle, because seriously, who ever uses that word willingly?) with Mirror-Mirror and Thor. They were both your friends, even if one was closer than the other, but that didn’t mean that you could just ignore the girl’s feelings. That’d be horribly brash of you. Besides, your feelings were something you could compromise, as long as both parties came out happy. You yourself are more than willing to end up with the short stick, so long as there’s no conflict.

==> Pete: Take a sip of milk, then a sip of water

Ah, how refreshing. Of course, the blazing landscape outside was still gnawing at your anxiety bar, but this brought it down a little.

==> Pete: Play around with Thor’s furniture

There was sooooo much sports equipment lying around. You recall that he used to say that his mum was some kind of sports fanatic. Man, he wasn’t joking. You pick at the various bats and balls and end up arranging them in some kind of big pile of stuff. Satisfied (or bored, more likely), you move on, plucking the toilet up and setting it down in Thor’s room. A sudden fantasy comes to you about a flying toilet and you hastily dismiss it out of slight embarrassment.

You consider looking into what you assume (correctly) to be his mother’s room and decide against it. It would be a sheer violation of privacy. Also, she’s an adult, and if anything you were trained to respect your flippin’ elders. So instead, you take down the refrigerator and set it down on its side on the Alchemiter’s launch pad (or something). You go further by taking the TV and lying it on the fridge. What a masterpiece.

==>Pete: Inquire

An idea occurs to you:

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NC: hey Thor, do you think there’s anyway that ill be able to get into the game without a server?
NC: cuz at this point, lookin outside, it doesn’t look like i have much time left myself.
NC: or, at least the neighbourhood doesn’t have much time left.
NC: maybe theres a way, maybe not, cuz im not sure whether anyone else would be online and willin right now.
NC: also, as a side note, what youre doin right now looks so flippin fun compared to my job that im kinda jealous, 5555+++!
NC: thats a super side note, ya hear, 555+.

[TORY WOLFFE]

MP: oh, yeah, i'm not sure what i'm gonna throw in actually.. ;;
MP: probably something harmless..
MP like cotton or something ><;;

==> Tory: Get on with it

While Pete does...whatever he wants to, he must be pretty bored, piling the TV and the refrigerator the way he did on top of the Alchemiter platform. You're also going to ignore the various sounds coming from your room and the bathroom. You're only glad that he hasn't touched your Mother's room. Anyway, you spent the next minute trying to think up of what to prototype into your sprite, but you gave up after looking at the timer. Maybe a cotton ball wasn't such a bad idea, it'd definitely make defeating imps alot easier. The rain of meteors was getting heavier and you didn't really have much time to contemplate. Your sprite appearing more spastic as the seconds tick down. That's it, cottonball it is.

==> Tory: Venture to the bathroom

You searched the medicine cabinet ignoring the big hole in the ground where your toilet used to be and shifted the half-withered venus flytrap plant to a higher section of the cabinet. You don't even remember whose idea it was to get it, it definitely wouldn't be lasting long, that's for sure. You finally found the wad of cottonballs hidden deep within the medicine cabinet and was about to toss it into your kernelsprite when the ground below you shook, knocking you (and the venus fly trap) of balance. You landed on your bum while the potted plant landed.....oh no, a flash of light and your kernelsprite is now FlytrapSprite. Alright. Well, now that that's done. Might as well alchemitze this cruxite dowel and get it all over with,

MP: not sure you, uh, seen what just happened, but uh, yeah
MP: my sprite just got prototyped, now it's speaking....plant language to me, i have no idea what it's saying and it's honestly..kinda freaking me out OTL;;
MP: anyway, would you please get the television and fridge off the platform..? ><
MP: and i'm not sure whether that's possible
MP: since you do need a server to place down all these contraptions in your house and stuff... ><