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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

On this day, the 13th of July, fifteen years ago, this young man who stands before you was born. He and his six friends of a similar age have a great journey ahead of them, one which shall boggle the mind and tease the imagination with the specatular delights found within. But first, there lies the matter of his name, for it is only now that he shall be given one, despite being fifteen, two years past the date that convention dictates.

>Eutwitz Lardhat.

NICE TRY, JACKASS.

>Peter Click.

ACCEPTABLE!

And so, the adventure begins.

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Please keep all OCC to the relevant thread. This goes for commands too.

[Phantom]

Whoops, nevermind.

[Spartan 117]

Oops, I guess.

[dwarfguy2]

oop, nevermind.

[Ottofar]

Ohh.. Sorry.

[ToonyMan]

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-- midasTitan [MT] began pestering midasTitan [MT] at 00:00 --

MT: why is no one logged on what is this, what the hell is up with the world spinning and my time zone wth
MT: i just said spinning...
MT: ...

-- midasTitan [MT] ceased pestering midasTitan [MT] at 00:03 --

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

He looked around his room. From here all (or most, rather) his various INTERESTS were visible to the casual observer. From the PARTIALLY DISSASEMBLED UAV in the corner, surrounded by various parts and other mechanical miscellanea one could determine his interests in ROBOTICS. His entire room was filled with artifacts and images from the various sciences, notably lacking in anthropology, which might be partially explained by the poster with a mushroom cloud and the wording ANTHROPOLOGY IS A WIMPS FIELD. His computer is surrounded by games, haphazardly stacked, half-ordered on the shelves around the desk, which seems to hold a favored tome, removed from the bookshelf full of HARD SCIENCE FICTION, the tome itself is not exactly the most conspicuous of things, nothing more then a mere RED BOOK. Aside from this, a casual glance into the open door of his closet suggests a certain PREFERENCE FOR CLOTHING OF A SCIENTIFIC KIND, despite the fact that he is wearing nothing more then a T-SHIRT with a MUSHROOM CLOUD logo.

Exposition aside, he strode over to his computer, and starting it up, he was mildy annoyed to note that only a single CHUM was online to PESTER.

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-- temporalTechnocrat[TT] began pestering midasTitan[MT] at 09.07 --
TT: Hello there ROLAND
MT: err dont call me that
TT: why not?
TT: anyways
TT: see
TT: it's my BIRTHDAY!
MT: roland means rolling and rolling is spinning
MT: oh happy bday man i dont even remember that
TT: your logic is impeccable. and thanks!
MT: like, i dont have a present..
TT: I thought you were making one?
MT: oh i said that hehe
MT: yes i am
TT: oh? What is it?
MT: surprise!
MT: its a surspirse
MT: ill mail it
MT: i mean
MT: ive already done that
MT: and its on its way
MT: and its a surpruse
TT: ...of course.
TT: anyways, I gotta go and check out what COOL LOOT I've already gotten.
MT: that ok you do that
TT: nice seeing you on though!
MT: yes nice seeing of you
-- temporalTechnocrat[TT] ceased pestering midasTitan[MT] at 09.13 --

After this, he decided to go over, and for some inexplicable reason pick up his RED BOOK, adding it to his ROULETTE MODUS. Deciding that that thing is far too much a hassle, he just put it on his STRIFE SPECIBUS, which was already set to BOOKKIND. A dicision that haunts him to this day.

[ToonyMan]

ROLAND RIGOLO was a natural something or another.  Wearing a 'Han Shot First' t-shirt it was obvious that this kid was a STARWARS fan, although he was confused why he was monologue himself, which wasn't much confusing because he talked to himself a lot and hated SPINNING so god damn much.  A poster of ROBIN WILLIAMS was on his wall and owned a WALUIGI doll on his bed, which he will tell no one of.  A copy of MASTEROFORIONII was on midasTitan's HANDMADE COMPUTER, which was full of ANIME.  He lived in the desert...

At the strike of midnight MT started a small talk with himself that was cut short by god damn spinning.

About an hour later a chum began to blink on his chum list...

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-- midasTitan [MT] began pestering backwoodSleeper [BS] at 01:11 --

MT: yo I heard you just got online
BS: Oh, hey. Just got back from a hike.
MT: you nature loving dude
MT: i live in a god damn desert
BS: Must suck going outside. What does your... uhh
BS: I'm still not sure how your buddy is related to you
BS: Run it by me again?
MT: hes my nephew
MT: he came from the future because my parents died
MT: he wont tell me how
MT: for fear of "doing something stupid"
BS: Ah, right.
BS: Wait, no, not right
BS: From the future? The heck man?
MT: i dont even bother
BS: How did you even buy that?
BS: Well whatever
BS: What did you do today? I'm too tired to go on about my own.
MT: what did i do today?
MT: the closet public place is 50 miles away!!
BS: Hike it. That is a short three hour walk
MT: hahaha
BS: With only the desert winds to disturb you
MT: i dont know man
MT: i hear things
BS: Hear things?
BS: Other than your flabby legs?
MT: hah NO
MT: like creatures and stuff
MT: maybe even one of those sand worms
MT: they gonna eat you in one bite
BS: The only worms you got are those noodly limbs of yours. No predators are gonna make the effort to take you down.
BS: And animals are chill
BS: don't worry 'bout them
MT: im sure ill remember that when im being eaten by SAND WOMS
BS: Be sure to remember that while the unicorns are raiding your fridge
BS: And a Yeti is messing up your bed
MT: im serious bro
MT: what creature you know goes gaaaa
BS: And a vampire is using your computer
BS: I'm still not done here
BS: Also, a goat
BS: Or perhaps...
BS: A goat with FANGS!
BS: Totally a monster
MT: ill make sure to send you one of their toothes for you bday
MT: they have like 500
BS: Don't mess with me and get me a shark tooth. But do, they sound nifty
MT: i never saw a shark before
BS: Another thing they have in common with your sand worms.
MT: oh you wish you could hear the comback i had but youre not good enough
MT: thats how low you are mr hippie
BS: Even if you had a comeback, which I don't think you are generious enough to give, it'll just float on by without any effect
BS: Too chill for that man
MT: your chillness is a facade, you
MT: i dont know1
BS: Toooooooo chilllllllllllll
MT: how are you suppose to start fires natureboy
BS: Eh, whatever

-- backwoodSleeper [BS] ceased pestering midasTitan [MT] at 01:23 --


-- midasTitan [MT] began pestering midasTitan [MT] at 01:23 --

MT: hes just jealous

-- midasTitan [MT] ceased pestering midasTitan [MT] at 01:23 --

Thinking to himself, spinning in his chair.  Roland hoped his Nephew wouldn't ask for his help in ANYTHING.

[WorkerDrone]

BRUCE HORDLE is one smooth dude indeed. Wearing an elegantly simple shirt with a red, some might say maroon fist, thrusting upwards. This could perhaps mark interest in VIOLENCE and or UPRISINGS, but none so more clearly than the many HOBBIES left about his room at a glance. The top of his desk has various TABLE TOP GAME figurines, painted up and decked out with plastic weapons of ill defined destruction, are perhaps one of the most prominent. A small set of swords, one made specifically for FENCING, one Nipponese short sword, and one ye olde Northern European long sword rest on a simple weapon rack in a corner of his somewhat SPARTAN room. He seems to display a love for STRATEGY, as his CUSTOM-RIG COMPUTER has a great number of books, manuals, and games in the war making persuasion. On his walls are equally one of a kind posters that each seem to be summed up in one bold texted word. The first poster reads REBELLION, and shows a number of rag tag FIGHTERS doing battle with faceless troopers of some overbearing FACTION. The second of the posters reads as JUSTICE, with a depiction of an executioner in the act of tearing up some serious sinews in one black hooded man's neck. The third and final poster, reading as POWER, shows a new, markedly resembling the rebels from the first picture, taking on the motif of the faceless troopers, and marching down a wide street. A plaque sits above all three. It reads: BY THE VIRTUE OF THE SWORD, HE LAYS CLAIM TO ALL WITHOUT A SHIELD.

At this time he starts a conversation with one MT.

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-- enragedConqueror [EC] began pestering midasTitan [MT] at 13:00 --


EC: okay, so it's totally not beyond me
EC: to imagine why I missed Petey's birthday or whatever.
EC: ...dicks. Did you already tell him about the whole like. mail fuckery?
EC: roland you insolent worm dog pig whatever answer me.
MT: i forgot his bday in the first place so im sending something now
MT: im gonna blame mail service
MT: no i havent
EC: like that was my plan, because i actually should have sent it like, a week ago or something.
MT: but i will for my sake
EC: yeah please do
EC: because like.
EC: if you don't we'll seem like massive assholes
EC: i finished downloading sburb like a hour ago
EC: fucking sburb. look you guys can pal around with your toy block trains and your wankarific paint fuckery on sburb while i do something not building blockish
EC: we must work togther to be not assholes
EC: as long as i don't go off the deepend with my blood pressure i will continue to be a huge dick
EC: but otherwise sure, let's all hold hands and sing camp fire songs
EC: roastin marshmellows and fucking shit
EC: do you have marsh mellows or hotdogs or whatever
EC: because i don't
EC: fuck
MT: look hey im just trying it out because the others ordered copies, im pirating it
MT: so no loss to me
EC: Lucy ordered me a copy when i told her i didn't wanna play
EC: so yeah. i like have it.
EC: came yesterday.
EC: doesn't mean i'm gonna play it
MT: i have the heat for cooking
MT: i cant buy any food like that
EC: what you need to do is
EC: hunt
EC: make those animals your bitch
MT: hahaha
EC: like ancient fucking cave peoples
EC: neanderthals
MT: i havent bothered opening it yet
MT: err executing i guess?
EC: well what
MT: the crack should work
EC: did you already download it then?
EC: rrrrooland
EC: fucking shit
MT: bout a hour yeah
MT: ago
MT: dont call me that


-- enragedConqueror [EC] ceased pestering midasTitan [MT] at 13:14 --

[Squeegy]

ROULETTE MODUS.

Hey! Did you steal my modus?

[ToonyMan]

ROULETTE MODUS.

Hey! Did you steal my modus?

((Is that a MSPA RP Wiki I spy?))

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(No. This modus is one of those game show wheel ones.. you know, like wheel of fortune and such.)

After Peter had finished reminising about the events of that fateful day, he began to devote his attentions to a noise that had come from outside his room. "Probably DAD" he thought, as he exited the room, into the SOMEWHAT SIMPLISTICALLY DECORATED hallway. Despite his location of residence typically being one of luxury, his father was something of a spiritualist and natually minded, there being few noticable things about the hall besides another member of his extensive BONSAI collection. He even had one of them in his room. Disgusting.

That aside, he had something he needed to do, and he needed to do it FAST. If he was gonna get his sburb beta at any reasonable time, he needed to get to the mail before his father. This was much easier said then done. In fact, his dad was probably going through the mail right now! "No, he's probably going through my presents, hiding them around the place and all that." He reflected. So it was, with no time to lose, he ran as fast as he could down the hall, aiming for the living roo- OH CRAP WHAT.

There was a present blocking the door. A really, really big present. Urgh. The hall was something of a basic "l" shape, so, he could just go the other way and take the long way around, but that wasn't how he rolled. He DID feel bad about opening such a thing before noon, which was when present-opening time was officially declared in this household. Not that it mattered one bit, as he tore it opening, revealing... A steel statue of ALAN TURING? Wow. At any other time he would have been impressed, but he had games to play! ....but blemishing this would be an affront to SCIENCE, so he just decided to take the long way around.