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[freeformschooler]

>ACHIM: Retrieve Three-Wolves-Shirt.

GM cancels update: too busy rolling on floor.

[freeformschooler]

Mini-update, I'll get to the rest later.

Gain list of everything I can put down, then place them haphazardly.

You put down the CRUXTRUDER, PREPUNCHED CARD, TOTEM LATHE and ALCHEMITER in TB's front yard. His farmhouse is a bit... cramped.

Toss in Scale of the universe poster!

[Dermonster]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[Ochita]

And so, Derm gets himself as a sprite. As Derm.


Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllpppppppppp

[Liber celi]

((Sweet Artdate! I hope you don't overexert yourself))

[freeformschooler]

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>Be Sirius.



You cannot be Sirius because Sirius is busy being asleep!

>_

>ACHIM: Retrieve Three-Wolves-Shirt.

One counter culture paraphernalia to rule them all. You chuck your prized THREE WOLVES SHIRT into the the Kernelsprite, and after a brief glow, the sprite stabilites into three wolf heads with a ghostly green sprite tail.

THREEWOLFSPRITE: HOWOOOOOO! OW OW OW HWO HWOOO HWOOOOOOOOOO!



Your DECK-O-METER soars. It is the only meter in the world that can measure cred in units of DOV CHARNEY.

Jack: Change into clothes not soaked in toilet water, then CROWBAR THAT SHIT.

You crowbar the Cruxtruder's lid, and out pops a dark red KERNELSPRITE.

>Penny: Get on your computer, and figure out who you're supposed to be servering for.

That is a good question. Why don't you ask around?

Spritelog

Spoiler: Spritelog (click to show/hide)

ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Ford, is that you?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Just where in the - oh, you're not Ford.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Er, I really should expect this by now. Winding up in a young alien boy's house at random.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: You know, it's awfully cold in here.
PS: Oh hell yes.
PS: Arthur, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?
PS: It's all incredibly confusing.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Oh, I know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: But... it's looking less confusing by the second!
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: I can practically feel my noggin filling up with knowledge. It's actually very painful.
PS: Well, sorry, but I'd still very much like to know what the deal is with all these machines and stuff.
PS: Also, what exactly am I supposed to do with that orb?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Gosh, I don't know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Wait, now I do! But now I can't say.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: What DO you do with a glowing yellow orb?

((Ochita's action later))

[Dermonster]

>Snore impossibly loudly.

[TherosPherae]

Jack: SL said you're supposed to throw something at it, so.... throw your Skyrim case?

[freeformschooler]

>Snore impossibly loudly.

Jack: SL said you're supposed to throw something at it, so.... throw your Skyrim case?

[TherosPherae]

Jack: Behold glory of Dovahtrixsprite.

[Dermonster]

Re-enact favorite action movie in dreams. Accidentally transition this to real self.

HOOOOAAAAAH

[ShoesandHats]

Spoiler: Spritelog (click to show/hide)

ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Ford, is that you?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Just where in the - oh, you're not Ford.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Er, I really should expect this by now. Winding up in a young alien boy's house at random.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: You know, it's awfully cold in here.
PS: Oh hell yes.
PS: Arthur, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?
PS: It's all incredibly confusing.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Oh, I know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: But... it's looking less confusing by the second!
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: I can practically feel my noggin filling up with knowledge. It's actually very painful.
PS: Well, sorry, but I'd still very much like to know what the deal is with all these machines and stuff.
PS: Also, what exactly am I supposed to do with that orb?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Gosh, I don't know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Wait, now I do! But now I can't say.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: What DO you do with a glowing yellow orb?
PS: Well...
PS: I suppose that if you were some kind of fortune teller, you might use one as a crystal ball...
PS: Maybe I'm supposed to look into it all deeply and shit or something?

>Andrew: Look into the orb all deeply and shit

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Admire your spirit guide!
It is awe-inspiring. You are going to have to remember to have it turn off its wild animalistic allurement while you sleep, so you don't awake covered in ladies.

Right now it seems to be content to  howl at the ceiling, finally, finally free.
It's almost a triad.

>ACHIM: Next problem!
So, the journal and pen. You will take care of that right here: Years of musical self-mutil...improvement have rendered you incapable of being distracted by howling, growling, guitar solos or double bases.
A journal is to write stuff into, isn't it?

>ACHIM: Write into journal with Cruxite pen: "DAY 1: THE OUT-BREAK"

[freeformschooler]

A journal is to write stuff into, isn't it?

>ACHIM: Write into journal with Cruxite pen: "DAY 1: THE OUT-BREAK"

Upon writing the words into the journal, other words seem to magically write themselves below.

Spoiler: Journalog (click to show/hide)

HELP ME

"DAY 1: THE OUT-BREAK"

WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

Re-enact favorite action movie in dreams. Accidentally transition this to real self.

HOOOOAAAAAH

>Andrew: Look into the orb all deeply and shit

Time slowed for Jonathan, as if he was reimu team, and it was time to deathbomb. Just even thinking about that made him realize, that he could do this, and he knew that being a Touhou Fanatic Would pay off. Considering how appropiate youmu's theme would be right now, he merely thought of the name, Hiroari shoots a strange bird, till when?

Tag touhou fanatic, Reroll!

[Running (Average) +1 vs. Flying (Good) -3]







Then, just as quickly as the bird was caught and Hope was revealed, all was white.

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>Andrew: Wake.

You wake up on your back downstairs. You can't remember falling asleep, though. Papa doesn't seem to be around, and it seems oddly cold even for a cold Winter's day.

>Jonathan: Wake.

You wake up next to your front door. Green spots cover your eyes as if they've been exposed to too much light. The house is very silent, and you can't hear the faint WHIK, WHIK of your father's passionate paintbrush strokes from his study.

[Dermonster]

Wake up, upside down, facing the wrong way, and jolt-asking where the muffin king hid his screwdriver treasure.