FCC 1025 HOURS FROM NOW opened memo on board TATERS IN TIME.FCC: Bon-bon-bonjour!
Memo is now Secret by FCC
Memo is now Invite-Only by FCC
CURRENT cityCommander [CCC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CCC: Oh, it's you.
CCC: What do you want?
FCC: Just wanted to say good morning before you started playing your game.
CCC: Oh right. That thing.
CCC: Are you absolutely sure that this game is THAT important?
CCC: I mean, I don't even know if you're being serious.
CCC: You could just be someone trying to play me for a fool.
FCC: Oui, oui. I've heard it all before.
CCC: Also, could you just for once knock it off when the gratuitous french?
CCC: You come off as kind of a tool.
FCC: Fine, spoil my fun why don't you...
FCC: But in all seriousness, you could choose to believe me or not, it's not going to change the fact that you're going to go through some serious shit over the course of this game.
CCC: Really now.
CCC: I would ask what kind of 'serious shit' you're talking about, but you'll probably make up another bullshit excuse about the time-space continuum and another explanation about how time is like salad and blah blah blah.
CCC: Why even bother contacting me if things go as smoothly as you've said in the past.
FCC: To be fair, I wasn't the one who said that.
FCC: To you anyway.
FCC: And it's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to take the fun out of the game.
CCC: Yeah, whatever...
FCC: Let me guess, you're going to throw another tantrum and then leave, right?
FCC: Saying something about how you don't want to put up with my shit or whatever.
CCC: Well you don't have to be such a bitch about it.
FCC: You know, you treat yourself like shit. You should probably work on that.
CCC: Real fucking great observation there, Einstein.
FCC: Oh yeah, there's something I wanted to tell you...
FCC: I can't remember what it was...
CCC: I'm leaving.CCC ceased responding to memo.FCC: ...oh zut...
FCC: I just remembered...
FCC: You still there?
FCC: Zut...FCC ceased responding to memo.
A very unhappy James X'd out of the Memo with a scowl. He really hated that guy, even if it wasn't actually him and it always left a bad taste in his mouth whenever he talked to him, even if the current him was a bit childish about it. The fact that he had pulled another one of his famous all-nighters didn't exactly help his mood as he was tired as hell and trying his hardest to stay awake for the sake of this game. He decided to leave his room for a brief period of time to fetch himself some breakfast, a rare occurance despite the fact that he lived alone. That was one good thing about the Potato Incident he guessed, having the house all to himself, but at the same time, it made him rather lonely, his only contact with the outside world being the internet. Not that he was complaining of course, he loved his online family as though they were his actual one, he just often wondered what it would be like if he could actually see them in the flesh... not like that'll happen, Tater was just too damned shy to bother stepping even a foot outside his own house. Going back to his room with a ham sandwich in hand, he noticed someone pestering him. Assuming that it was that guy again, Tater was preparing to tell him off before seeing that it was someone from the opposite side of his like-hate spectrum.
-- internetLeech [IL] began pestering cityCommander [CC] --IL: HEY TATER.
IL: GUESS WHO GLITCHED UP THEIR SYLLADEX ALREADY!!
CC: Huh...? Oh... morning Kaga...
CC: Um... you? o.o
IL: Yyyyyup! Not even sure how I did it, too.
CC: Poor sylladex never stood a chance...
IL: Hopefully this won't hinder the game much. I can barely figure out how to take anything out of it, or know what I am taking out.
IL: NO TECHNOLOGY IS SAFE.
IL: Speaking of which, excited for that SBURB thing today?
CC: Oh, yeah I guess...
IL: :< You seem glum.
CC: I just got finished talking to that guy who likes to call himself 'future me.'
CC: I never like talking to him.
IL: Oh. Yeah you're probably just being trolled, bro.
IL: Block him or something?
CC: I tried, but since his chumhandle is essentially mine, I find it hard to do so. o3o
IL: So like... the EXACT same chumhandle? Not just the same initials?
CC: Pretty much.
IL: Huh. Trippy stuff.
CC: Except we usually talk with these Memo things.
CC: His initials are always FCC and mine are CCC.
CC: Oh, apparently they're a sort of group chat feature. o3o
IL: BLAAAAAH GROUP CHAT LEAVE ME OUT OF IT.
CC: ^^' It's usually just us two anyway, so I'm not sure why he insists on that...
IL: I got too much to do today, man. Like figure out my strife specubus and get this game started. @_@
CC: He may have explained it but I was probably just so pissed off that I just ignored him.
CC: Oh yeah, that strife thing...
CC: Kind of an awkward situation for me since uh...
CC: I accidentally used mine on a fork. o3o
IL: o3o ?
IL: ...A fork?
CC: I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT DID AT THE TIME
IL: AT LEAST FORKS ARE GOOD FOR STABBING. Could've been something worse. Like a spoon.
CC: Spoons are the worst...
CC: So... un-stabby and such.
IL: It would take years to kill someone with a spoon. XP
IL: THE HORRIBLE SLOW MURDER WITH THE TERRIBLY INEFFICIENT MURDER WEAPON.
CC: I guess if you were able to hit hard enough it would do some damage...
CC: Then again, I think it would take awhile to bleed to death from a fork wound.
CC: Unless it was infected or something...
IL: AT ANY RATE, I still have no idea what I'm putting in mine.
CC: Maybe something useful. o3o
CC: Like a chair... or a chainsaw.
IL: Haha no I don't even have any chainsaws at my house. ...Unless my shitty cosplay chainsaw counts.
IL: God I really need to get rid of that thing.
CC: Use that then. o3o I'm sure it's a better weapon than my shitty fork.
IL: No dude like I can't even whack someone with this thing without the blade completely falling off. >.<
CC: Do you have any better ideas? o3o
IL: NNNOPE. But I'm sure I'll think of something.
CC: Just... reinforce it with glue or something.
CC: Peanut butter is refreshingly sticky in the right situation too.
CC: Don't ask me how I know that. :I
IL: Blah glue probably wouldn't work. I mean if layers and layers of duct tape don't... I really don't wanna allocate that thing. I'll probably just allocate a knife or something.
IL: SILVERWARE BUDDIES.
CC: Anyway, I'm sure that glitched modus of yours won't be a problem. If what a little birdy told me was true, our session will go pretty smoothly.
IL: SPEAKING OF GAME BUDDIES- I read some instructions on those envelopes that the games came in. Apparently everyone needs a "server" and a "client" player...
CC: I mean, she could be in on the trolling, but she seems nice enough.
CC: What are those? o.o
IL: I'm not sure yet! I guess we'll find out when we load up the game. But it just seems like a special way each player has to connect with the others. ...Sounds needlessly complicated if you ask me, but oh well.
CC: I seeeeee...
CC: Well... would you like to be my server or client or whatever? o.o
IL: YES I was just about to suggest that. ^^
CC: Yay! ^^ We'll find out together~
IL: YES. Also what little birdie? O.o
IL: And how would she know how our game goes?
CC: A friend... I guess. o.o We haven't really spoken since that first time, but she was rather encouraging.
CC: I actually don't know...
CC: She's a big fan of bird puns though, which I thought was adorable. :3
IL: ...Bird puns?
CC: *nod* Bird puns.
IL: That's uh... hm. I don't think I can comment on that.
CC: Well I like it. o3o
IL: ...WELL ANYWAY I should go allocate something to my strife specubus and maybe figure out how to work this glitched modus.
CC: Alrighty then. ^^ See you when you're done with that.
IL: I shall contact you again when we're ready to start the game!
IL: Bye Tater~
CC: Okey dokey! ^^ Adieu, Kaga~-- internetLeech [IL] ceased pestering cityCommander [CC] --
And just like that, Tater's mood brightened considerably. X'ing out of the window, he looked around his room, all sorts of toys from his various live-action merchandise driven fandoms calling to his inner child from the shelves he kept them on...
He soon decided that he would need to find a better hobby eventually.