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[ShoesandHats]

I'm gonna be gone for a while tomorrow, so don't expect any commands from me until about 7:00 P.M. That is, in my time. Not sure about what time it'll be for you guys.

>Andrew: Get Dad's laptop. He never uses it, because he couldn't figure out how to log in.

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Double-click on the game icons

[Ochita]

Jon: Spend time playing TH11, but keep pesterchum open, I guess.

[freeformschooler]

Jack: Be surprised by a random NPC sneaking up on you. Flip your shit and your keyboard.

The Keys are lost. Our Time is up.

Okay, no seriously, this mod is awful. You hear the final boss fight takes place on Imperialist General Crunch's ship. Just who would make something like this? Whatever. With your nice keyboard now a little bit smashed on the floor, you look over towards the other computer. It seems the SUBURB server's already installed! Huh. Must not have been as large as the client. Now you just need someone to connect to...

>ACHIM: Double-click on the game icons

Click click click. You open and close a bunch of blank windows. They say stuff like "TRIPLE ECHELADDER", "GRIST CACHE", and "OBJECT PLACEMENT". Unfortunately, they don't seem to DO anything until you've connected to someone.

You can hear the low roar of BOOTJACK's nefarious purr outside. Luckily, you are safe in here. Oh please be safe in here.

I'm gonna be gone for a while tomorrow, so don't expect any commands from me until about 7:00 P.M. That is, in my time. Not sure about what time it'll be for you guys.

>Andrew: Get Dad's laptop. He never uses it, because he couldn't figure out how to log in.

Good idea! You nab your fatherly figure's UNUSED LAPTOP from the living room and pop a disc in. It tells you "SUBURB Server" has started to install. This may take a little bit.

While you're waiting, you hear the faint "CAW-CAW" of a crow outside. Crows in a deep freeze? Weird. The thing is pretty annoying, though.

>Penny: Thank the maid for cluing you in, and go check the exercise room. Maybe daddy is in there.

Ah yes, the exercise room. Your FATHER relives his old glory in there. However, when you walk in you see the room empty except for a note taped to the back of the door.

Jon: Spend time playing TH11, but keep pesterchum open, I guess.

Aw yea. You spend a solid 15 minutes blowing up LITTLE GIRLS IN FRILLY DRESSES before you lose the game. On EASY MODO. Your FATHER would be ashamed for multiple reasons.

Looks like the server's done installing though. Says it's waiting for connections. Wasn't this a multiplayer-only game or something...?

GM note: you don't have to pester someone through Pesterchum. If they're not online you can carry a conversation out in-thread.

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Pester some friends who might have a beta too

-- darkeningDork [DD] began pestering logicalReasonality [lR] at 6:48 --
DD: Hey daubermeister
DD: You don't happen to look for an online match of
DD: THE SIMS
DD: online
DD: 2012
DD: ?

[Ochita]

Jon:Respond!

-- darkeningDork [DD] began pestering logicalReasonality [lR] at 6:48 --
DD: Hey daubermeister
DD: You don't happen to look for an online match of
DD: THE SIMS
DD: online
DD: 2012
DD: ?
RL: Yo!
RL: Well, lucky for you, a certain someone managed to get their copy
RL: Its kinda weird though. My dad took my disks from the mail, but he gave them to me when I knocked on his door.
RL: ANYWAY
RL: yeah, I'm up for a game of 'The sims'

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM:reRespond!

-- darkeningDork [DD] began pestering logicalReasonality [lR] at 6:48 --
DD: Hey daubermeister
DD: You don't happen to look for an online match of
DD: THE SIMS
DD: online
DD: 2012
DD: ?
RL: Yo!
RL: Well, lucky for you, a certain someone managed to get their copy
RL: Its kinda weird though. My dad took my disks from the mail, but he gave them to me when I knocked on his door.
RL: ANYWAY
RL: yeah, I'm up for a game of 'The sims'
DD: Yesss
DD: Uh, 'The sims' doesn't have some weird and/or creepy slang meaning, does it?
DD: I am talking about this Suburb Beta thing.
DD: Anyway, just connect to me when you are ready.
DD: I got time.

[Ochita]

Jon: RereRespond!

-- darkeningDork [DD] began pestering logicalReasonality [lR] at 6:48 --
DD: Hey daubermeister
DD: You don't happen to look for an online match of
DD: THE SIMS
DD: online
DD: 2012
DD: ?
RL: Yo!
RL: Well, lucky for you, a certain someone managed to get their copy
RL: Its kinda weird though. My dad took my disks from the mail, but he gave them to me when I knocked on his door.
RL: ANYWAY
RL: yeah, I'm up for a game of 'The sims'
DD: Yesss
DD: Uh, 'The sims' doesn't have some weird and/or creepy slang meaning, does it?
DD: I am talking about this Suburb Beta thing.
DD: Anyway, just connect to me when you are ready.
DD: I got time.
RL: Pfft, nope
RL: but okay, connecting now...

Jon: Connect!

[freeformschooler]

Jon: Connect!

You hand over your IP address to DD. This is gonna be way fun! A pop-up window comes up with "Connected to server player. Processing initial control mechanisms..."

After waiting about a minute, it says "Connection complete." No game screen comes up, though - just those words. Huh.

>Achim: Be Jon's Server Player

Before you can even start to fiddle around with this new game, something in your Sylladex glows.



Oh yeah, it's the probably-not-real-gold locket. What are those symbols on it? Whatever. The main SUBURB screen that was previously just empty windows is now filled with information.



Wait, is this - who is this? Is that LR on the screen? Whoa. Better start messing around.

[Blade Master Model 42]

>Penny: May as well check around for this esteemed guest everyone is flipping out over.

[ShoesandHats]

I'm back.

>Andrew: Go shoo the crow away.

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Try clicking something in LR's room

[Ochita]

Jon: Wait

[ShoesandHats]

bunp

[freeformschooler]

Back, sorta. Busted my arm up so we'll be image free for a while.

I'm back.

>Andrew: Go shoo the crow away.

(ROLL: Nat 20!) You head outside to shoo the crow off your mailbox by flailing your arms around and possibly making a some kind of obscene sound. The crow is so shoo'd, in fact, that you barely get a chance to examine it before it smashes into your frosted windows head-first and shatters into a million tiny screws and bolts. Huh?

>ACHIM: Try clicking something in LR's room

Jon: Wait

Your cursor seems to be a blocky green arrow, so you click on a random thing in LR's room. Specifically, his BOOK COLLECTION on the desk right behind him. That'll get his attention! However, when you click on the thing, a book flies straight out of the desk, narrowly missing LR's head. Whoa!

>Penny: May as well check around for this esteemed guest everyone is flipping out over.

Yeah, this is nuts. Surely you would have met the guy before, right? You start searching around the room house and front yard. (Roll: 17) The guest is nowhere to be seen, or if you have seen him then you do not recognize him.

As you're about to throw your arms up in the air outside, a very, very elderly old man walks up to you.

Spoiler: Chatslog (click to show/hide)

ELDERLY MAN: Pardon me, is this the Mann... residence?
ELDERLY MAN: I have been looking for this house... so long now. It is perfect. Upscale. Excellent.

His eyes twitch a little every time he opens his mouth.