A young lady stands in her room. It just so happens that today, the twelfth of June, is the day that everyone dies. You’ve been looking forward to it for a while actually, and while those two statements are not mutually exclusive, they are not correlated. What is this young girl’s name?
 
> GIRTHY JERKASS  [color=#FF0000]X[/color]
 
Try again, smartass.
 
> BELL WOLFE  [color=#00FF00]O[/color]


[img]https://i.imgur.com/pHI4X0n.png[/img]

Had today been this girl’s birthday, perhaps one might have been able to name her, but such an event occurred three years ago. Her HONORARY PLACRONYM is already filled out! 

Your name is Bell, and you have a wide variety of INTERESTS, evident with just a cursory glance around your room. As seen by your bat, glove and worn balls by your desk, you have an affinity for BASEBALL. Your shelves are packed more with GAMES than they are with books. An old filing cabinet holds the records of your CASES, as you enjoy SOLVING CRIMES. Even if those crimes tend to be lost items, or playground squabbles. 

What will you do?

> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Retrieve arms.[/u][/color]
 
No sir, you’re not interested in rehashing old memes so worn that they were ignored even in the source material. Maybe you should try again with something less pointless.

> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Squawk like a imbecile and shit on your desk.[/u][/color]


You have no inclination of doing something so stupid and useless.
 
> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Do something less stupid and useless.[/u][/color]

Gladly. You head over to your dresser to retrieve your arms. Opening it up, a bunch of shitty handcuffs fall out. Of course that was going to happen, you knew those were in there. You don’t even know why you bothered looking. Besides, if you wanted to arm yourself, your trusty baseball bat is right over there. You take the pile of cuffs, and store them in your sylladex. Your current modus attributes it to one space on a wheel. If you want retrieve your pile of shitty cuffs, you’re going to have to spin for it, and hope for the best. 


> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Examine the rest of your room.[/u][/color]
 
Sure thing. The one corner of the room you currently stand in doesn’t have much to it. Other than your CLOSET OF CUFFS you have a few posters pasted up on the walls. Most of them being from recently released video game titles, or of art bought at conventions. Beside the closet is your filing cabinet, littered with candles and various junk on top. Opposite of this is where your computer desk sits. Your laptop is closed atop it, with your notebooks piled up beside it. Next to that is your TV and your game consoles. The controllers are somewhere around here. Other then that you have your shelves above the desk, lined with different game titles. Moving on to another corner you have your bed and night stand. Not much to talk about there. It has blue sheets. Across from the foot of your bed is the last described corner of your room is. There you have a trunk filled with a bunch of old kids toys you haven’t tossed out yet. And your board game collection. Of which is quite vast. A few stuffed animals, a magnifying glass, and a plastic badge sit blocking the way into the old box. A plastic fan is unplugged, pushed beside the trunk and out of the way. As well as a few cardboard boxes, holding the parts for the computer tower you want to put together. Saving up the money for all the parts is taking some time though.
 
> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: This is boring. Answer the one with maroon text.[/u][/color]

It looks like one of your chums is pestering you. You wonder what they could want? You sit down at your laptop and try to find out.

[hider=Pesterlog]
-- cynicalToxopholite [color=#761616][CT][/color] began pestering triflingAnarchist [color=#83E5D9][TA][/color] --
[color=#761616]CT: yo.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Hey there![/color]
[color=#761616]CT: has it arrived yet?[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: I don’t think so. I haven’t checked the mail yet though.[/color]
[color=#761616]CT: hmm...[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Honestly I think my mom might have it, and i’m sort of avoiding trying to get it from her :/ 
TA: You know how it is with parents.[/color]
[color=#761616]CT: remember how i casually mentioned that when we play this game, we’ll be escaping an apocalypse?
CT: i think you’re going to have to grow a pair.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Oh you were serious about that? Sorry but I don’t take every prophecy from a conspiracy theorist living on Skulldeath Island to heart.
TA: I’ll get it soon, I do want to play it, after all. I wonder what a game made by a kid living on a volcano looks like? [/color]
[color=#761616]CT: i didn’t make it so much as put it together but i suppose it doesn’t matter.
CT: no matter how it turns out, it’s bound to be better than your trashy taste in video games.
CT: “oh no! touhou is too hard! That means it’s a bad game~!”
CT: “it totally has nothing to do with my own ineptitude!”
CT: but i digress.
CT: it’s not like i’d believe me on the whole apocalypse thing either, so i can’t really blame you there.
CT: but at the least, you might wanna be a little more considerate of others who want to play it.
CT: it doesn’t do anything without a client and a server, you know.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: I’m sorry that your epileptic, waifu-bait game full of noodle-limbed girls don’t suit my fancy. [/color]
[color=#761616]CT: i don’t have a waifu.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Sure you don’t.
TA: And just because i’m not as pathologically obsessed as you doesn’t mean i’m bad at them.
TA: Regardless! I agree that choosing the right players matters. I don’t want someone like you being able to mess with my stuff.[/color]
[color=#761616]CT: haha, you don’t believe me about the apocalypse, but you believe that part?
CT: doesn’t really matter i guess.
CT: i’ve got things to take care of anyway, so i won’t be able to play for a while.
CT: you should hit up Ryan, he’s been riding my ass for details ever since i first told him about it.
CT: if left alone, he might do something stupid like play with himself.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Phrasing.[/color]
[color=#761616]CT: i’d make a touhou joke here but you wouldn’t even get it.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: What a tragedy.[/color]
[color=#761616]CT: truly a crying shame.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: I could live with having Ryan be my other player. Kid’s a little uptight so I doubt he’ll get into any trouble. [/color]
[color=#761616]CT: uptight?
CT: dude’s so straight-laced that shenanigans aren’t even a concept to him.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Hah, you’re not wrong. I guess i’ll shoot him a message when he comes on. Or when I get my game disk. 
TA: Whichever happens first. [/color]
[color=#761616]CT: let me know if you see a meteor hurtling towards your house at terminal velocity.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Sure thing space case. Guess i’m off to deal with the landlady.[/color]
-- cynicalToxopholite [color=#761616][CT][/color] ceased pestering triflingAnarchist [color=#83E5D9][TA][/color] --[/hider]

> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Exit room.[/u][/color]

Not before you store your baseball bat in your strife deck. If you plan on running into her, then you’d better be ready to throw down. With that settled you open the door and-
 
> [color=#0000EE][u][ S ] STRIFE![/u][/color]
 
[youtube]https://youtu.be/u8OSD--WBbM[/youtube]
 
Woah! Mom’s going on the offense today. Good thing you have your bat at the ready. You attempt to AGGRIEVE with little effect. As per usual your bat swings don’t seem to do much. She counters easily and uses her GUARDIAN RUBRIC to forcefully give you a gift. You fail to ABJURE and end up with an armful of maroon colored package, and your butt on the floor. You captchalogue it, but with your sylladex so stuffed full of crap it ejects your pile of shitty cuffs. The mess draws upon her GUARDIAN IRE. With a flash they were scooped up and deposited on your bed, with one pair now around your wrists. In a second you’re free. Even if they were real, you have a knack for getting out them. Equipping your bat again you take another AGGRIEVE chance. You’re attacks are easily AVANT-GUARDED and countered with a puff of glitter to the face. In your shiny and dazed state you hear the sound of a closing door, and a loud THUMP. She’s blocked the door with another of her cast statues you bet. You sit up and start to clean the shiny pink flecks from yourself. You win this round mom. You win this round. 


> [color=#0000EE][u]Bell: Message Ryan.[/u][/color]
 
[hider=Pesterlog]
-- triflingAnarchist [color=#83E5D9][TA][/color] began pestering arrantTachyon [color=#FFE135][AT][/color] --
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Hey kid. How excited to play CT’s game are you?[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Extremely!
AT: Aren’t you?[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA:  I mean. I guess so? 
TA: Really i’m more wondering what YOU’VE done to deserve to play with me.
TA: Got a parental ass beating yet?[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Um…
AT: Not today. Well, not yet.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Makes one of us. Do you have your copy of the game?[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Not yet. I think it’s on our apartment doorstep, but Bro keeps the door locked in a way I can’t undo.
AT: I don’t know where he could be, but I don’t think I can wait for him to come home.
AT: About that ass-beating thing you mentioned...
AT: We haven’t strifed in a while, and a friend of mine keeps being ominous.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Is it Izen? He’s been telling me the world’s going to end. So if that puts a fire under you to get moving then, hey. [/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Hmm? You don’t believe him?[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Not really? I find it a little too convenient that the kid living on an island, who’s full of conspiracies of all sorts would just so happen run into knowledge about the apocalypse.
TA: Boy who cried wolf and all that, it’s too cliché.[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: I believe him.
AT: What does he have to gain out of lying here?
AT: We’d find out as soon as we played the game.
AT: Besides, you saw it too right?
AT: How much more serious he was about this game than his other theories.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: True, he did seem to care more about this one. I guess I just have a bit more trouble believing in stuff more than you. 
TA: But I think it’s a little hasty to believe it fully. Something like the world ending out of the blue is a little much. [/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: You haven’t talked to him about it much, have you?[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: I guess not. We tend to just trash each other's taste in games a lot when we talk.
TA: When he starts getting all existential like that it sorta harshes my mellow you know what I mean? [/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Haha!
AT: And here he complains about me being existential all the time.
AT: I get you though, he’s not exactly the best person to ask for video game advice.
AT: Much less on older games in the series...[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Aw does he rag on your retro stuff? Even I have to admit it’s pretty cool. Doesn’t beat what high-definition beauty current PC gaming brings, but it has its charms.
TA: I think. Honestly my current computer is pretty shitty. I’m still working away on that tower…[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: It’s not like all my games are old by choice.
AT: Not that they aren’t all awesome.
AT: I have a couple of PC games on the old laptop my Dad lets me use.
AT: I don’t think they qualify as “high-definition beauty” though.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Haha. I bet not.
TA: You wouldn’t happen to have anything online would you? I’m sure my laptop can run whatever you’ve got. 
TA: Shit now that I think about it will Izen’s game work? If it’s too big to send digitally it must be huge. [/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Don’t discs have a storage limit of around one GB?[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Hm. Yeah they do. So what the hell why couldn’t he send it online?
TA: My suspicion grow.[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Well, for one, my Bro restricts all internet access except pesterchum.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Does Izen seem like the type to go through all those hoops just to coordinate us playing on the same day?[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Judging based on what I know about the game, I don’t think there’s any other way of doing it.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: He must be serious about this end of the world thing.[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: I thought so too![/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Well, whatever reason he sent it, it’s here now. 
TA: I’ve got my copies here I think. I doubt the maroon parcels are from anyone else but him.
TA: What do you think about getting yours? If you’re so excited about playing it maybe me and you can start.[/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: My Dad’s still not home yet.
AT: I should probably wait for him, but I really don’t want to keep you waiting.
AT: I think this calls for drastic measures.[/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Haha. Okay then! [/color]
[color=#FFE135]AT: Wish me luck![/color]
[color=#83E5D9]TA: Peace out kid~ [/color]
-- arrantTachyon [color=#FFE135][AT][/color] ceased pestering triflingAnarchist [color=#83E5D9][TA][/color] --[/hider]