[quote=@ManiacMaestro]
Let's go: I am going to start the narrative with [color=darkorange] Leon Neptune[/color] ([@SiliconColt])
[color=blue]LEON NEPTUNE: WAKE UP[/color]
you arise from your slumber in your bedroom, It is early in the morning (7:30 AM) morning  What do you do next. 
[/quote]

(I'll be rping in the third person, just a heads up, MM.)

Leon layers of blankets formed a thick shell over his body. While light was hard pressed to peel through all those layers, sound seemed to pierce them. It was the sound of an alarm clock going off, the screeching of the beeps was like the screams of a rooster, each wave drilling a hole into his skull.

Reaching out an arm from his bedding he swatted at the alarm, missing a couple times until he finally caught it then pulled it out of the wall. To tired to actually deal with getting up, he tried to remember what was happening. Getting images of monsters and lots of clicking, he had just been awake no less than 4 hours ago at 3:30 am, playing a M.O.B.A. 

Why he'd set his alarm clock was beyond him, perhaps he was supposed to do something important? But what was that? It seemed too late to back out now. The damage of the alarm was done and he was awake it seemed.

Getting out of his fortress of fleece he manged to stand up right. Taking a peek around he noted all the things in his room, among the most important was his desktop computer sitting on a desk at the food of his bed, back against the wall. The door was right beside that leading to the hall where there was access to a kitchen and bathroom. Looking on his floor he remembered that laundry had to be done sometime this week. The pile was amassing since before last Tuesday and the smell of pre-teen was all too much of a discomfort to those who weren't living in the filth.

Ignoring the dirty clothing, he settled on a dark blue shirt with an orange tiger head on it. This was one of his favorites and the one he (arguably) kept clean.

Now that his upper body was covered it was down to the bottom, literally.

Digging through his drawer for shorts he discovered that he was out, fresh out, ok not so freshly out... he re-wore his shorts constantly but he didn't have the time to find another pair. Nature's call was yodeling from the depths of his bladder and the mountains of his colon.

Quickly puling out black dress pants, he pulled them on just to kept descent while flying through the hallway into the bathroom.

While in there he managed to remember some proper hygiene. Brushing his hair and coming his teeth..... UH TEETHING HIS BRUSH AND HAIRING... NO uh... it's too early for this hygiene stuff. Toothpaste OP.

Leon squabbled around the bathroom until he felt it, the pulse of his gamer heart beating again. He returned to his room, logging into his computer.