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[Johnfalcon99977]

I am on pesterchum 24/7 dude. Well, I mean that I am on pesterchum when I am at home. But I am still online.

Look. I am online RIGHT NOW. You can pester me if you want.

[The Fool]

  Really? Nevermind then. Though I still want everyone else online a bit more often.

[Johnfalcon99977]

I was waiting for things to start happening before I pestered people.

[ShoesandHats]

Hurrah, revival!

Anyways, it seems like an appropriate time to post house layouts.

Heres mine:

Spoiler: Downstairs (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Upstairs (click to show/hide)

> Seth: WILL YOU FRIDGING WAKE UP? the disc ought to have finished installing by now. so WAKE THE BUREAU UP!

Sorry, you dozed off for a second there. 100%! Oh yeah!
Not sure why Kool-Aid man popped in there for a second.

>Duncan: Check download progress.

100%! Oh yeah!
GO AWAY, KOOL-AID MAN

>D&S: Begin.

Beeeeiiiiieeeeeeiiiistartupnoiseeeeiiiing...

[Johnfalcon99977]

Maybe you should change the title to show that your accepting actions from random people now?

[The Fool]

Spoiler: SBURB isn't working (click to show/hide)

-- ninjaMonet [NM] began pestering footwearHelmets [FH] at 20:06 --
NM: Eh, Duncan.
FH: Hey!
NM: Any word about SBURB, eh?
FH: Yes, in fact.
FH: It just finished installing.
NM: Lucky. I didn't get mine yet, eh.
FH: It didn't seem to do anything, though.
NM: ?
FH: Nothing happened on my computer.
NM: Maybe I can help when I get my copy, eh?
FH: Maybe,
FH: And by comma I mean period.
NM: You always do that, eh?
FH: Do what?
FH: Correct myself?
NM: Yep.
FH: Pretty much.
FH: At least, when I've gotten a bit of grammar or spelling wrong.
NM: I'm tempted to wait outside for the mail at this point, eh.
NM: Mail is just too slow.
FH: Yeah.
FH: I'd prefer it if they just sold it on Smoke.
NM: That direct download thing?
NM: There's no way they'd put a beta on it, eh.
FH: They did it with Valley.
FH: That MMORPG.
NM: True enough eh?
FH: Yup.
FH: I wonder if Seth got his copy yet?
NM: I'm not sure eh.
NM: I'll let you know when i get my copy though, eh?
FH: Yup.
NM: We'll figure out this problem.
FH: Y'know, I've always wondered why you actually typed out your 'Ehs.'
NM: I'm Canadian eh.
FH: I thought that only appeared in speech.
NM: How else is anyone suppose to know, eh?
NM: I suppose they don't... Whatever eh?
FH: I don't know, tell them?
FH: Yup.
NM: See ya later Duncan.
-- ninjaMonet [NM] ceased pestering footwearHelmets [FH] at 20:16 --

>Wait outside for the mail with my scarf. Winter is nothing to me.

[Johnfalcon99977]

>Alice: Cosplay Roleplay your favorite animes Just mess around _{(<.< >.>)} till something plot importan

[ShoesandHats]

>Wait outside for the mail with my scarf. Winter is nothing to me.

You go outside to wait for your copy. Damnit, you'll wait all winter if you have to.

Actually, it's a bit colder than you anticipated. You're still resolute.

>Alice: Cosplay Roleplay your favorite animes Just mess around _{(<.< >.>)} till something plot importan

You don your eclectic fursuits You assemble a group of canned goods to form THE NATION-STATE OF COMESTIBLES. You are the Prime Minister, and you HATE kings.

Also, here's a suggestion:

>Seth: Examine computer.

[Hubris Incalculable]

>Seth: Examine computer.

[Johnfalcon99977]

>Alice: Realize that you are not a furry don't hate kings, it would be silly to assume that. You are an aristocrat (Or at least you desended from one) after all.

[ShoesandHats]

>Seth: Examine computer.

You examine your computer thoroughly. It appears you are looking into Duncan's room, with a GUI of sorts. You don't know what's going on here, but he doesn't seem aware of your surveillance. Maybe you should pester him?

>Alice: Realize that you are not a furry don't hate kings, it would be silly to assume that. You are an aristocrat (Or at least you desended from one) after all.

Oh right.

PS: Anyone know a captchalogue simulator? It would really come in handy.

[Johnfalcon99977]

I do, in fact. Let me see if I can dig it up.

Edit: Here it is

[Hubris Incalculable]

> Duncan: Be on PesterChum

[ShoesandHats]

>Seth: Realize that I am.

Also, that Sylladex simulator appears to be a substitute for the bar at the bottom of the screen, whatever you call it. I want something that will tell me when exactly when shit'll start falling out of the thing.

[Hubris Incalculable]

> Duncan: Pester Seth

Spoiler: pesterlog (click to show/hide)

-- footwearHelmets [FH] began pestering linguisticMutilator [LM] at 19:51 --
FH: Hey, Seth.
FH: Did you get your copy yet?
LM: Dude. What. The. Gourd.
FH: What?
LM: I can see your scarfing room!
FH: ...
FH: That's...
FH: Creepy, to say the least.
LM: it's all here on the computer! no table!
FH: Are you sure?
LM: of course I'm sure!
LM: what do you take me for, a nose?
FH: What happened beforehand to make it so that you apparently have hidden cameras in my room?
LM: I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!
LM: i installed the disk, and there you were!
LM: What's with all the gourding plants?
FH: They're fake.
LM: ... you disgust me.
FH: So you're implying that the game caused this?
LM: Well, duh!
FH: Because I installed it and I don't see anything.
FH: Are there anything resembling game elements on there?
LM: well, I installed it, and all of a sudden, you were there, and i don't even know where you live
LM: yeah there's a gui.
FH: Hm.
FH: What happens when you click around the screen?
LM: It's a lot like rollercoaster tycoon, actually.
FH: Woah!
LM: Umm.
FH: What the...
FH: Did you just pick up my plant?!
LM: yeah...
FH: ...
FH: How...
FH: What...
LM: I DON'T GOURDING KNOW!!!
FH: HOW THE HELL IS THIS POSSIBLE?!?!
LM: ASDFGSDLFAJMSDKLJDKTL
LM: I HAVE JUST GONE BATTABLE INSANE!
FH: Me too, it seems.
LM: bbbbbb.
FH: Still.
LM: Still what?
FH: We have a game here that can seemingly defy the laws of physics.
FH: Shouldn't we, like, give this to scientists or something?
LM: what? no!
LM: we have awesome power!
LM: We should abuse it for all it's worth!
FH: Would you even say that we have...
FH: UNLIMITED POWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
LM: So, what happens when i pick up your bed? do i find your pornstash?
FH: Oh shit
LM: well, I do.
FH: NO, MY HUNK RUMP!
FH: (Joking.)
LM: that's hilarious.
FH: But still.
FH: Twice still.
LM: But still.
LM: thrice.
FH: This is amazing.
FH: I have no idea how this works at all.
LM: Now, what do these menus do?
FH: Is it like the sims?
FH: Are you going to force me to try for baby?
LM: huh. What's this? aIt says Paraphernalia Registry.
LM: oh. It's a gourding dropdown menu.
FH: Whats in it?
LM: Looks like i can make 3 things- a 'cruxtruder', a 'totem lathe', and an 'alchemiter'.
LM: what do you want me to build?
LM: command me.
FH: Hm.
FH: Does it have any description of what you can do with each one?
LM: ehh.. nope.
LM: but i can tell you what they look like, though.
FH: From the name 'Alchemiter', I'd bet it does some kind of alchemy.
LM: maybe.
LM: the cruxtruder looks like a block with a chimney.
FH: Weird.
LM: the totem lathe looks like a cross between a sewing machine and a lathe.
LM: makes sense really.
LM: and the alchemiter is a round platform with a swing-arm.
FH: What about the totem part?
LM: I don't know.
FH: Strange.
LM: Frog....
FH: The Alchemiter sounds cool.
LM: okay...
LM: I'll try.
FH: Mixing stuff up is fun.
LM: could you move some of those plants out of the way?
LM: nvm, i can do it.

> Seth: Move plants and deploy Alchemiter.

Spoiler: pesterlog (click to show/hide)

FH: Wow.
FH: It just kind of...
FH: Appeared out of thin air.
LM: ....
FH: Well, there goes Einstein's theory of relativity.
LM: yeah, really.
FH: Aaaaand that thing is huge.
LM: I know, right?
FH: Not sure if I'll be able to get into bed now.
LM: can't you climb over?
FH: Yeah, I guess.
FH: That thing might not be safe, though.
LM: huh.
LM: where do you want the other things?
FH: I'm not sure.
LM: the cruxtruder is the same size as the alchemiter, as far as i can tell.
FH: I have a ton of space in the living room downstairs, I guess.

> Seth: deploy Cruxtruder

Spoiler: pesterlog (click to show/hide)

FH: What was that?
LM: oops.
FH: What's so oops?
LM: I might have.... broken your tv
FH: ...
LM: I'm sorry.
FH: That thing was a flatscreen!
FH: A large one, at that!
LM: .... I'm very sorry.
FH: My parents are going to kill me!
LM: I'm extremely sorry.
LM: I abject my self at your feet.
LM: figuratively.
FH: You better.
FH: What about the totem lathe?

> Seth: Deploy Totem Lathe

Spoiler: pesterlog (click to show/hide)

LM: I've put it in your kitchen.
FH: Where in my kitchen?
LM: You'll have to crawl through if you want to get out of the house.
FH: ...
LM: But i wouldn't.
LM: the thing is very pointy.
FH: Why couldn't you have put it to the side of the counter?
LM: uuummm...
LM: my finger slipped.
FH: Great.
FH: Looks like I'm officially homestuck.
LM: Yeah...
LM: Look, I'm really sorry.
LM: no gourding sarcasm.
LM: absolute fishing seriousness.
FH: Anyways, I'm going to go downstairs to check out the equipment.
LM: Okay.
LM: watch out for broken glass!
FH: Yeah, bye for now.
LM: right.
LM: cya.
-- footwearHelmets [FH] ceased pestering linguisticMutilator [LM] at 20:33 --