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[Dermonster]

So are you abroad right this second?

[Darvi]

My location is "Not Belgium" again, so technically...

[Darvi]

I'm back ome tomorrow, so best case I'll have the turn up within 24 hours.

Worst case it won't happen until Sunday because I kinda have a busy schedule.

[Darvi]

Working on the turn now.

[Dermonster]

Huzzah! [/preventedquadruplepost]

[SeriousConcentrate]

Quadblocker.

[Darvi]

Blaaargh inkscape crashed and I forgot to save the pic as a SVG.

Not too bad though since I was practically done.

[SeriousConcentrate]

I don't know about suspense, but I can feel the irritation there. >.>

[Darvi]

How do zou think the people in the waitlist feel?

Anzwaz, done now, updating.

[Darvi]

The recap takes quite some time. Damn you Otto! *fistshake*

[Darvi]

Enrique:

> CHUCK IT! SMASH IT! DO SOMETHING!

[2] You hit the CHEST with your fist.
Due to it not being in our STRIFE SPECIBUS, your throw your punch quite clumsily and end up hurting yourself.
Damn, this is why you prefer kicking.

Matt:

>MAKE a FUNNY ONE-LINER about the SITUATION, possibly with a CLASSIC MEDIA REFERENCE.
 

>LOCATE a set of SHADED GLASSES if possible.

>Do another inane action in an attempt to nudge a turn into happening.

[5]It seems like...

Spoiler: You were too cool for the fire to handle. (click to show/hide)

Richard:

>Head back downstairs to Sis's room. Use the FIRE EXTINGUISHER on the CANDLES. Captchalogue the CAKE if nothing happens.

You head into your Sis' room and spray the candles.
[2] You somehow manage to only extinguish four of them.
Shortly afterwards, one candle after the other reignites.

Arnold:

>Allocate PLASTIC TOY MACHETE to Strife Specibus. Then start messing around on your computer.

You allocate your TOY MACHETE to your MACHETE SPECIBUS.
Well, actually it is a KNIFE SPECIBUS, but you like to pretend is made for machetes.
You stole it a few weeks ago from one of the maids.
It is your best kept secret, and nobody should find out that you have it.

You log onto your COMPUTER.
The first program that opens is your schedule manager.
You seem to have slept through breakfast, so next thing is fencing training.

Derek:

(S) ?? ?

Spoiler: The S stands for "Somebody completely different" (click to show/hide)

Somewhere, somewhen, a Bibacious Monk wanders over the surface of post-apocalyptic Earth.

 
 Mick:

>Recap!
 

On Sunday, the 22nd of May, six young men woke up on their thirteenth birthday, not knowing what would lie ahead of them.

They were Enrique, the sportsman, Stephen, the fanboy, Richard, the cook, Matt, the bookworm, Mick, the musician, and Derek, the gamer.
After surmounting several obstacles and hindrances, such as overprotective guardians, esoteric inventories, and furniture that seemed to have been designed by Micheal Bay, they started playing a game.

Three players have begun their trials so far: Derek had to face an implacable statue, Enrique tried to open a chest, and Richard found out that the evil, evil cake was, indeed, a lie.
In the meanwhile, the other three players had their own adventures. Mick was involved with an endless war against his internet connection, the outcome of which might or might not affect Derek's survival. Matt, being more of a thinker than a doer, started analyzing the game constructs and collecting items. Stephen  helped Richard cope with the fact that his sister seems to have been replaced with an android.

During this short period, Enrique has figured that this was a problem that he had to use his brains for (which told him to rely on his strengths), Derek held out against impossible odds, and Stephen became, tragically enough, one with the Force.

At the same time, in a remote kingdom, another young man has woken up, as if to take his place.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Chumhandle: analyzingCulinarian
Status: Normal
Location: Sis' Room
Inventory: Megadowser (C),  Garden Hoes(3x), Cake(4x), Set of Kitchen Knives(FH), Letter(s), Half-Light(S), OVEN MITTS (Y)
Strife Deck: Fire Extinguisher, DIY Flamethrower


Name: Mick Morris
Chumhandle: loosePerfectionist
Status: Normal
Location: Bedroom
Inventory:
Strife Deck: Violin


Name: Derek Coonan
Chumhabdle: autisticGamer
Status:
Location:
Inventory: World of Warcraft, Gang Garrison 2, MP3 PLayer, 256 bit theatre, Granola bar
Strife Deck: Staff of the Dadhearst


Name: Enrique Alonso
Chumhandle: beatboxRunabout
Status: Some pain
Location: Bedroom
Inventory: SBURB Ad, Hiking Poles
Strife Deck: Timbertown Boots, Inverse Sneakers


Name: Matthew Namesake
Chumhandle: Strife26
Status: Normal
Location: Recreational Room
Inventory: Physics Book(5), Portable Gaming System (⑨), Shades (equiped)
Strife Deck: RTS 26 Pistols

Name: Arnoln Mathhews
Chumhandle: bottleOpener
Status: Slightly sleepy
Location: Bedroom
Inventory:
Strife Deck: Toy Machete

[SeriousConcentrate]

>Captchalogue that CAKE! Then head upstairs and TROLL a MESSAGEBOARD by posting my latest SPIRIT CALIBER SLASHFIC.

Any ideas on what to do about this cake, guys?

[TherosPherae]

>Decide that today, you don't want to do anything. Delete everything for today on the schedule manager, and open up Mist to see if there are any decent new games. Also open up Pesterchum.

I have an idea about what you could do with the cake, but I don't want to get smote by the GM for suggesting it.

[Darvi]

Any ideas on what to do about this cake, guys?

I have hidden a subtle hint in my post.

[TherosPherae]

Also, Darvi, could I have a little more info on what my character is supposed to be - namely, am I one of the aliens or not, and why exactly am I so important that they won't even let me have knives?