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[Harry Baldman]

Spoiler: TT>CS (click to show/hide)

--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.

[Vorthon]

Spoiler: TT>CS (click to show/hide)

--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.
TT: We've been sΩrt-Ωf friends fΩr... what, three years nΩw? I think? Pretty sure we met Ωn sΩme such thing. And I -knΩw- fΩr a fact that I have nΩt given Ωut any real-life persoΩal infΩrmation Ωver the internet, sΩ I can't really say whΩ I -really- am.
TT: Either that, Ωr Ωne Ωf the Ωthers intrΩduced us tΩ each Ωther.

[Harry Baldman]

Spoiler: TT>CS (click to show/hide)

--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.
TT: We've been sΩrt-Ωf friends fΩr... what, three years nΩw? I think? Pretty sure we met Ωn sΩme such thing. And I -knΩw- fΩr a fact that I have nΩt given Ωut any real-life persoΩal infΩrmation Ωver the internet, sΩ I can't really say whΩ I -really- am.
TT: Either that, Ωr Ωne Ωf the Ωthers intrΩduced us tΩ each Ωther.
CS: Huh. Stiell camn't remanemver you. i thinak ther emight be something slippeing my mdind.
CS: nota very unsiusual.
CS: you don't seem bery real, so youd might just vbe a gifgement of my imavinatsoin.
CS: and y ou know my mother.
CS: vetny sucpsicious.
CS: but vest not to quarsteion these things.
CS: what's wqaith all the taus, anyway. there;s like taus everyewhere.
CS: irecall you saying something about unicaose.
CS: chaos. unichaos.
CS: heh. hunny.
CS: what wrer ew talking about again?

[Vorthon]

Spoiler: TT>CS (click to show/hide)

--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.
TT: We've been sΩrt-Ωf friends fΩr... what, three years nΩw? I think? Pretty sure we met Ωn sΩme such thing. And I -knΩw- fΩr a fact that I have nΩt given Ωut any real-life persoΩal infΩrmation Ωver the internet, sΩ I can't really say whΩ I -really- am.
TT: Either that, Ωr Ωne Ωf the Ωthers intrΩduced us tΩ each Ωther.
CS: Huh. Stiell camn't remanemver you. i thinak ther emight be something slippeing my mdind.
CS: nota very unsiusual.
CS: you don't seem bery real, so youd might just vbe a gifgement of my imavinatsoin.
CS: and y ou know my mother.
CS: vetny sucpsicious.
CS: but vest not to quarsteion these things.
CS: what's wqaith all the taus, anyway. there;s like taus everyewhere.
CS: irecall you saying something about unicaose.
CS: chaos. unichaos.
CS: heh. hunny.
CS: what wrer ew talking about again?
TT: I -had- been asking abΩut your mΩther's research. YΩu mentiΩned sΩmething abΩut 'death rays, and then started asking a fair number of questiΩns, and nΩw here we are.
TT: I honestly shΩuld have expected this when I pestered yΩu. I mean, yΩu're lucid, like, what, ten percent Ωf the time?

[SomeStupidGuy]

Spoiler: Pesterchum CC>SS (click to show/hide)

--cloudheadCarver [CC] began pestering swingingSketchist [SS]--
CC: aaaaaa i hate my modus i can't even draw why did i pick it i keep trying to grab a carving tool you know, but then it keeps going hurr i'm sure you wanted a paintbrush instead, and i'm like no no i don't because i want the carving tool (although you know that does remind me that i did not finish dying my hair maybe i should because this looks silly) and anyway how do i draw well for my modus i need help because i'm not good at it :c
SS: ...
SS: I see...
SS: Well... You gotta kinda just draw from the heart, y'know... See the thing in your mind's eye and all that crap...
SS: Or maybe be less incompetent? That might work, I dunno...
CC: but how do i be less incompetent i can't help that i'm bad at drawing :'c, but oh well i guess i'll go finish a statue or something, eeexcept auugh the stupid modus has my carving tools agaaain oh well i still have the paintbrush maybe i can finish painting my hair or something (except i cant help but feel that maybe there's something weird about using a paintbrush for my hair but oh well) or something, eh maybe i should just try drawing over and over until it eventually grabs the right thing
SS: Seriously though...
SS: That last thing's probably your best bet... The modus is as broken as... Aw man, can't think of a good simile... :c
SS: Ooh, wait, got it. As broken as Batman after Bane was done with 'im... Ha! I am the cleverest...
SS: Except not really...
SS: Anyways, it's pretty much pure luck... Too little detail and it gets items confused with each other, too much and you start getting useless ghost images of robots...
CC: robots, how do you get robots, they dont exist right (whiiiich would be why there is a ghost image i guess) ugh i hate the pictionary modus, stupid young me thinking she could draw (maybe i could, i dunno, i think i might be getting even worse at drawing which sucks because i always thought i would be a drawer artist person when i was little) and i dunno, i hate this modus :c im going to go dye my hair now be back in a bit
SS: I feel like CU'd take offense to that thing about robots' nonexistence...
SS: But honestly, just work at it... Practice makes perfect and all that...
SS: I practiced a ton... Wasted a lot of paper, too... Which got my father all up in arms about the environment and how exceedingly wasteful I was... So many stern fatherly tears of disappointment...
SS: Anyways, I thought you were more into sculpting? Or painting? Or... It seriously hurts my brain to think about all of your artistic interests...
SS: You're decent at those, right? I mean...
SS: I could give you some help sometime... Maybe...
SS: I'm not all that good at it... But if you'd like?

[Harry Baldman]

Spoiler: TT>CS (click to show/hide)

--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.
TT: We've been sΩrt-Ωf friends fΩr... what, three years nΩw? I think? Pretty sure we met Ωn sΩme such thing. And I -knΩw- fΩr a fact that I have nΩt given Ωut any real-life persoΩal infΩrmation Ωver the internet, sΩ I can't really say whΩ I -really- am.
TT: Either that, Ωr Ωne Ωf the Ωthers intrΩduced us tΩ each Ωther.
CS: Huh. Stiell camn't remanemver you. i thinak ther emight be something slippeing my mdind.
CS: nota very unsiusual.
CS: you don't seem bery real, so youd might just vbe a gifgement of my imavinatsoin.
CS: and y ou know my mother.
CS: vetny sucpsicious.
CS: but vest not to quarsteion these things.
CS: what's wqaith all the taus, anyway. there;s like taus everyewhere.
CS: irecall you saying something about unicaose.
CS: chaos. unichaos.
CS: heh. hunny.
CS: what wrer ew talking about again?
TT: I -had- been asking abΩut your mΩther's research. YΩu mentiΩned sΩmething abΩut 'death rays, and then started asking a fair number of questiΩns, and nΩw here we are.
TT: I honestly shΩuld have expected this when I pestered yΩu. I mean, yΩu're lucid, like, what, ten percent Ωf the time?
CS: id sayt less than ten perscent of the time.
CS: its these polar condintions.
CS: mnight is a minllion mingths long.
CS: and my mother does allc sortms of eresearch.
CS: likje death rays, forc instance. cheery galkcored ones.
CS: and prescervging vbrains.
CS: i dunno wght we need to ce at fcukving north pole to do all that.
CS: or aws it the soudcth pole?
CS: anyway, theres this
CS: theres this thing she does wahere she codmes right in here, mfille of the night
CS: starts taslking and taksing and tasclkinv about etranal ligfe and whatnost.
CS: aoso she's like taslking and talkcing and talksivnf aojaons atalkning and ta
CS: lkaing ant ftalvking   atand talking and i cantlk realsy stavyti awake and thwen azfin
CS: akjsdnlvkjioopejngf acant re'ally folnllojwe afdnt ;jmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjmjm
CS: *Oh, it appears that Rodion has fallen asleep, bless his soul! Luckily, his kind and gentle mother has provided for such an eventuality with this handy-dandy automated script! Good night, sweet prince!*
--confusedSnowcone [CS] has disconnected--

[Powder Miner]

Spoiler: Pesterchum CC>SS (click to show/hide)

--cloudheadCarver [CC] began pestering swingingSketchist [SS]--
CC: aaaaaa i hate my modus i can't even draw why did i pick it i keep trying to grab a carving tool you know, but then it keeps going hurr i'm sure you wanted a paintbrush instead, and i'm like no no i don't because i want the carving tool (although you know that does remind me that i did not finish dying my hair maybe i should because this looks silly) and anyway how do i draw well for my modus i need help because i'm not good at it :c
SS: ...
SS: I see...
SS: Well... You gotta kinda just draw from the heart, y'know... See the thing in your mind's eye and all that crap...
SS: Or maybe be less incompetent? That might work, I dunno...
CC: but how do i be less incompetent i can't help that i'm bad at drawing :'c, but oh well i guess i'll go finish a statue or something, eeexcept auugh the stupid modus has my carving tools agaaain oh well i still have the paintbrush maybe i can finish painting my hair or something (except i cant help but feel that maybe there's something weird about using a paintbrush for my hair but oh well) or something, eh maybe i should just try drawing over and over until it eventually grabs the right thing
SS: Seriously though...
SS: That last thing's probably your best bet... The modus is as broken as... Aw man, can't think of a good simile... :c
SS: Ooh, wait, got it. As broken as Batman after Bane was done with 'im... Ha! I am the cleverest...
SS: Except not really...
SS: Anyways, it's pretty much pure luck... Too little detail and it gets items confused with each other, too much and you start getting useless ghost images of robots...
CC: robots, how do you get robots, they dont exist right (whiiiich would be why there is a ghost image i guess) ugh i hate the pictionary modus, stupid young me thinking she could draw (maybe i could, i dunno, i think i might be getting even worse at drawing which sucks because i always thought i would be a drawer artist person when i was little) and i dunno, i hate this modus :c im going to go dye my hair now be back in a bit
SS: I feel like CU'd take offense to that thing about robots' nonexistence...
SS: But honestly, just work at it... Practice makes perfect and all that...
SS: I practiced a ton... Wasted a lot of paper, too... Which got my father all up in arms about the environment and how exceedingly wasteful I was... So many stern fatherly tears of disappointment...
SS: Anyways, I thought you were more into sculpting? Or painting? Or... It seriously hurts my brain to think about all of your artistic interests...
SS: You're decent at those, right? I mean...
SS: I could give you some help sometime... Maybe...
SS: I'm not all that good at it... But if you'd like?
CC: aaaaaa why did i dye my hair with a paintbrush this was a stupid idea now i have paint on my face (and in my hair why did i do this this wasn't smart) but anyway i don't have all thaaat many interests it's stonecarving mostly i mean sure i also like sculpting and painting and drawing but i suck at the last two anyway, but yeah, i think i really need to wash my face off now

[SomeStupidGuy]

Spoiler: Pesterchum CC>SS (click to show/hide)

--cloudheadCarver [CC] began pestering swingingSketchist [SS]--
CC: aaaaaa i hate my modus i can't even draw why did i pick it i keep trying to grab a carving tool you know, but then it keeps going hurr i'm sure you wanted a paintbrush instead, and i'm like no no i don't because i want the carving tool (although you know that does remind me that i did not finish dying my hair maybe i should because this looks silly) and anyway how do i draw well for my modus i need help because i'm not good at it :c
SS: ...
SS: I see...
SS: Well... You gotta kinda just draw from the heart, y'know... See the thing in your mind's eye and all that crap...
SS: Or maybe be less incompetent? That might work, I dunno...
CC: but how do i be less incompetent i can't help that i'm bad at drawing :'c, but oh well i guess i'll go finish a statue or something, eeexcept auugh the stupid modus has my carving tools agaaain oh well i still have the paintbrush maybe i can finish painting my hair or something (except i cant help but feel that maybe there's something weird about using a paintbrush for my hair but oh well) or something, eh maybe i should just try drawing over and over until it eventually grabs the right thing
SS: Seriously though...
SS: That last thing's probably your best bet... The modus is as broken as... Aw man, can't think of a good simile... :c
SS: Ooh, wait, got it. As broken as Batman after Bane was done with 'im... Ha! I am the cleverest...
SS: Except not really...
SS: Anyways, it's pretty much pure luck... Too little detail and it gets items confused with each other, too much and you start getting useless ghost images of robots...
CC: robots, how do you get robots, they dont exist right (whiiiich would be why there is a ghost image i guess) ugh i hate the pictionary modus, stupid young me thinking she could draw (maybe i could, i dunno, i think i might be getting even worse at drawing which sucks because i always thought i would be a drawer artist person when i was little) and i dunno, i hate this modus :c im going to go dye my hair now be back in a bit
SS: I feel like CU'd take offense to that thing about robots' nonexistence...
SS: But honestly, just work at it... Practice makes perfect and all that...
SS: I practiced a ton... Wasted a lot of paper, too... Which got my father all up in arms about the environment and how exceedingly wasteful I was... So many stern fatherly tears of disappointment...
SS: Anyways, I thought you were more into sculpting? Or painting? Or... It seriously hurts my brain to think about all of your artistic interests...
SS: You're decent at those, right? I mean...
SS: I could give you some help sometime... Maybe...
SS: I'm not all that good at it... But if you'd like?
CC: aaaaaa why did i dye my hair with a paintbrush this was a stupid idea now i have paint on my face (and in my hair why did i do this this wasn't smart) but anyway i don't have all thaaat many interests it's stonecarving mostly i mean sure i also like sculpting and painting and drawing but i suck at the last two anyway, but yeah, i think i really need to wash my face off now
SS: Yeeaah, that sounded like a bad idea...
SS: I'd've stopped you but... well, this is funnier...
SS: Just relax about the whole drawing thing, 'kay? I mean, you can sculpt... That's about as good...

[Powder Miner]

Spoiler: Pesterchum CC>SS (click to show/hide)

--cloudheadCarver [CC] began pestering swingingSketchist [SS]--
CC: aaaaaa i hate my modus i can't even draw why did i pick it i keep trying to grab a carving tool you know, but then it keeps going hurr i'm sure you wanted a paintbrush instead, and i'm like no no i don't because i want the carving tool (although you know that does remind me that i did not finish dying my hair maybe i should because this looks silly) and anyway how do i draw well for my modus i need help because i'm not good at it :c
SS: ...
SS: I see...
SS: Well... You gotta kinda just draw from the heart, y'know... See the thing in your mind's eye and all that crap...
SS: Or maybe be less incompetent? That might work, I dunno...
CC: but how do i be less incompetent i can't help that i'm bad at drawing :'c, but oh well i guess i'll go finish a statue or something, eeexcept auugh the stupid modus has my carving tools agaaain oh well i still have the paintbrush maybe i can finish painting my hair or something (except i cant help but feel that maybe there's something weird about using a paintbrush for my hair but oh well) or something, eh maybe i should just try drawing over and over until it eventually grabs the right thing
SS: Seriously though...
SS: That last thing's probably your best bet... The modus is as broken as... Aw man, can't think of a good simile... :c
SS: Ooh, wait, got it. As broken as Batman after Bane was done with 'im... Ha! I am the cleverest...
SS: Except not really...
SS: Anyways, it's pretty much pure luck... Too little detail and it gets items confused with each other, too much and you start getting useless ghost images of robots...
CC: robots, how do you get robots, they dont exist right (whiiiich would be why there is a ghost image i guess) ugh i hate the pictionary modus, stupid young me thinking she could draw (maybe i could, i dunno, i think i might be getting even worse at drawing which sucks because i always thought i would be a drawer artist person when i was little) and i dunno, i hate this modus :c im going to go dye my hair now be back in a bit
SS: I feel like CU'd take offense to that thing about robots' nonexistence...
SS: But honestly, just work at it... Practice makes perfect and all that...
SS: I practiced a ton... Wasted a lot of paper, too... Which got my father all up in arms about the environment and how exceedingly wasteful I was... So many stern fatherly tears of disappointment...
SS: Anyways, I thought you were more into sculpting? Or painting? Or... It seriously hurts my brain to think about all of your artistic interests...
SS: You're decent at those, right? I mean...
SS: I could give you some help sometime... Maybe...
SS: I'm not all that good at it... But if you'd like?
CC: aaaaaa why did i dye my hair with a paintbrush this was a stupid idea now i have paint on my face (and in my hair why did i do this this wasn't smart) but anyway i don't have all thaaat many interests it's stonecarving mostly i mean sure i also like sculpting and painting and drawing but i suck at the last two anyway, but yeah, i think i really need to wash my face off now
SS: Yeeaah, that sounded like a bad idea...
SS: I'd've stopped you but... well, this is funnier...
SS: Just relax about the whole drawing thing, 'kay? I mean, you can sculpt... That's about as good...
CC: well got that cleaned off (you totally should have stopped me now i have to redye the whole thing, with, like, actual dye) and yeah, maybe sculpting is good thanks c: hmm i really ought to finish those carvings though

[SomeStupidGuy]

Spoiler: Pesterchum CC>SS (click to show/hide)

--cloudheadCarver [CC] began pestering swingingSketchist [SS]--
CC: aaaaaa i hate my modus i can't even draw why did i pick it i keep trying to grab a carving tool you know, but then it keeps going hurr i'm sure you wanted a paintbrush instead, and i'm like no no i don't because i want the carving tool (although you know that does remind me that i did not finish dying my hair maybe i should because this looks silly) and anyway how do i draw well for my modus i need help because i'm not good at it :c
SS: ...
SS: I see...
SS: Well... You gotta kinda just draw from the heart, y'know... See the thing in your mind's eye and all that crap...
SS: Or maybe be less incompetent? That might work, I dunno...
CC: but how do i be less incompetent i can't help that i'm bad at drawing :'c, but oh well i guess i'll go finish a statue or something, eeexcept auugh the stupid modus has my carving tools agaaain oh well i still have the paintbrush maybe i can finish painting my hair or something (except i cant help but feel that maybe there's something weird about using a paintbrush for my hair but oh well) or something, eh maybe i should just try drawing over and over until it eventually grabs the right thing
SS: Seriously though...
SS: That last thing's probably your best bet... The modus is as broken as... Aw man, can't think of a good simile... :c
SS: Ooh, wait, got it. As broken as Batman after Bane was done with 'im... Ha! I am the cleverest...
SS: Except not really...
SS: Anyways, it's pretty much pure luck... Too little detail and it gets items confused with each other, too much and you start getting useless ghost images of robots...
CC: robots, how do you get robots, they dont exist right (whiiiich would be why there is a ghost image i guess) ugh i hate the pictionary modus, stupid young me thinking she could draw (maybe i could, i dunno, i think i might be getting even worse at drawing which sucks because i always thought i would be a drawer artist person when i was little) and i dunno, i hate this modus :c im going to go dye my hair now be back in a bit
SS: I feel like CU'd take offense to that thing about robots' nonexistence...
SS: But honestly, just work at it... Practice makes perfect and all that...
SS: I practiced a ton... Wasted a lot of paper, too... Which got my father all up in arms about the environment and how exceedingly wasteful I was... So many stern fatherly tears of disappointment...
SS: Anyways, I thought you were more into sculpting? Or painting? Or... It seriously hurts my brain to think about all of your artistic interests...
SS: You're decent at those, right? I mean...
SS: I could give you some help sometime... Maybe...
SS: I'm not all that good at it... But if you'd like?
CC: aaaaaa why did i dye my hair with a paintbrush this was a stupid idea now i have paint on my face (and in my hair why did i do this this wasn't smart) but anyway i don't have all thaaat many interests it's stonecarving mostly i mean sure i also like sculpting and painting and drawing but i suck at the last two anyway, but yeah, i think i really need to wash my face off now
SS: Yeeaah, that sounded like a bad idea...
SS: I'd've stopped you but... well, this is funnier...
SS: Just relax about the whole drawing thing, 'kay? I mean, you can sculpt... That's about as good...
CC: well got that cleaned off (you totally should have stopped me now i have to redye the whole thing, with, like, actual dye) and yeah, maybe sculpting is good thanks c: hmm i really ought to finish those carvings though
SS: Heh, have fun...
SS: And I'll get back to... whatever pointless thing I was killing time with... Woo.

--swingingSketchist [SS] has disconnected--

[ExKirby]

Spoiler: CN to CU (click to show/hide)

CN: Heyy cU, howw aree ttrevor annd yoou.
CU: i CaN'T HeLP BuT THiNK THaT You iNTeNTioNaLLY aRRaNGeD YouR WoRDS To RHYMe.
CU: DoN'T Do THaT, iT MaKeS You SouND DRuNK.
CU: BuT oTHeRWiSe, i'M FiNe aND TReVoR iS STiLL PeRPeTuaLLY NaViGaTiNG HiS GLaSS MaZe.
CU: iT'S QuiTe FuN To WaTCH.

[anailater]

Spoiler: CN to CU (click to show/hide)

CN: Heyy cU, howw aree ttrevor annd yoou.
CU: i CaN'T HeLP BuT THiNK THaT You iNTeNTioNaLLY aRRaNGeD YouR WoRDS To RHYMe.
CU: DoN'T Do THaT, iT MaKeS You SouND DRuNK.
CU: BuT oTHeRWiSe, i'M FiNe aND TReVoR iS STiLL PeRPeTuaLLY NaViGaTiNG HiS GLaSS MaZe.
CU: iT'S QuiTe FuN To WaTCH.
CN:Acctually thatt waas a coinceddence, sorryy.
CN: Youu evverr plannning onn lettting hhim gooo?

[Greenstarfanatic]

TURN 0: A Whole Lot of Chatter

You are SOMEBODY. Yes, for now, just SOMEBODY. Maybe you are SOMEBODY who TALKS A LOT with your FRIENDS. Unfortunately, this TALKING all has to happen ONLINE, as you have not met these FRIENDS in real life. What a DRAG.

Thankfully, you've TALKED enough, and have decided as a group to try your hand at at a VIDEO GAME. And not just ANY VIDEO GAME.

The SBURB GAMMA!

Yes, upon hearing of this VIDEO GAME, you and your FRIENDS jumped at the chance to be the first players! You made a PLAN, and are all ready to begin playing, as soon as you INSTALL the game itself. You should all have the DISCS in your possession, whether they're SOMEWHERE in the HOUSE, in the MAILBOX, or in the possession of SOMEONE ELSE, like a FAMILY MEMBER. Or a PET.

No matter where it is, though YOU need to get it RUNNING and begin PLAYING!

GOOD LUCK!

Spoiler: Player Statuses (click to show/hide)

Name: Rodion Yefimovski
Chumhandle: confusedSnowcone
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Tech-Hop
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name:Bruce Williams
Chumhandle: clumsyNinja
M/F: M
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Ouija
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name: Alexander Kyrby
Chumhandle: curiousUnderground
Age: 2(11-5)+1
Fetch Modus: Recipe
Fetch Modus Contents: (SEE ALTERNATE SPOILER)

Name: Amelia Jund
Chumhandle: swingingSketchist
M/F: Female
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Pictionary
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name: Alice Vessalius
Chumhandle: perpetuallyLucky
M/F: F
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Miracle
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name: Ružica Lukic
Chumhandle: cloudheadedCarver
M/F: F
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Pictionary (why did I pick Pictionary I can't draw I can only sculpt I thought it was artistic aaaaaa)
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name: James Cenaron
Chumhandle: brightDawn
M/F: Male
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Recipe
Fetch Modus Contents:

Name: Nathaniel Clarke
Chumhandle: transhumanTitan
M/F: M
Age: 13
Fetch Modus: Tech-Hop
Fetch Modus Contents:

Spoiler: Alexander's Modus Contents (click to show/hide)

[Harry Baldman]

>Rodion: Check the desk for anything like an SBURB disk. Failing that, try to find something in that godawful mess you call your own room.

[ExKirby]

Spoiler: CN to CU (click to show/hide)

CN: Heyy cU, howw aree ttrevor annd yoou.
CU: i CaN'T HeLP BuT THiNK THaT You iNTeNTioNaLLY aRRaNGeD YouR WoRDS To RHYMe.
CU: DoN'T Do THaT, iT MaKeS You SouND DRuNK.
CU: BuT oTHeRWiSe, i'M FiNe aND TReVoR iS STiLL PeRPeTuaLLY NaViGaTiNG HiS GLaSS MaZe.
CU: iT'S QuiTe FuN To WaTCH.
CN:Acctually thatt waas a coinceddence, sorryy.
CN: Youu evverr plannning onn lettting hhim gooo?
CU: i BeLieVe You oVeReSTiMaTe MY aBiLiTieS aT PRoGRaMMiNG.
CU: TReVoR iS NoWHeRe NeaR a STaTe WHeRe i CouLD FReeLY ReLeaSe HiM.
CU: HaViNG SaiD THaT, i MiGHT LeT HiM RoaM iN MY RooM MoMeNTeRiLY aND oBSeRVe THe ReSuLTS.

>Alexander: Pick up TReVoR.