A young boy with a crew cut, dressed in black knee-length shorts, grey sneakers, and a black shirt with the Sburb logo stands in his room on his thirteenth birthday. His name is Alexander Saberhagen, and his room is filled with lots of random junk that surmises his various interests, like some arrows, a unicycle, and various technologies.
You are now him.
You decide to look around you room, and take in the details. The only things that currently pique your interest are: your computer, your wardrobifier, and your weapons chest. You decide to open your weapons chest. Inside is your strife portfolios, all full with every kind of weapon, from bunnies to RPG's and everything in between. It also holds all you fetch modi. You grab two random strife specibi and close the chest. Your computer beeps, sounds like someone's pestering you.
Before you open up Pesterchum, you decide to captchlogue your weapons chest in the fresh, new puzzle modus you got for your birthday. You always carry at least two modi with you for humorous reasons.
You sit down at your computer and open up Pesterchum to see who's trying to get a hold of you. It looks like it's that weird guy that seems to be obsessed with annoying you. And numbers, come to think of it.
- RenegadeXenomorph began pestering ArmedVenturer at [08:54] -
RX: You wanted to talk to me?
AV: H9W D0 Y9U K33P F1ND1NG M3!?
RX: It's my mad hacker skilz bro.
AV: 2U43, 4NYW4Y2 1 W4NT3D T9 T4LK T9 Y9U 469UT Y9U4 G4M3 232210N.
RX: How do you know about Sburb?
AV: 1T'2 4 L9NG 2T94Y.
AV: 4NYW4Y, G00D LUCK.
RX: Thanks… I think?
- ArmedVenturer ceased trolling RenegadeXenomorph at [08:56] -
As you think about what he knows about Sburb, you decide to go grab some food, which means an eventual strife with your guardian. But a man needs to eat, right? As you make your way to your door, you wardrobifier changes your shirt to a grey tank-top with the same symbol.
You cautiously open your door. Good, the coast is clear. You think as you scan the hall for signs of your guardian. You sprint down the hall as quietly as possible, giving the other bedroom a wide berth. You eventually reach the kitchen unstrifed, but that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet! You hear a sound behind you, you turn your head, but there's no one there. You look forward and there is your dog.
- STRIFE! -
END OF ACT 1 ACT 1.
{ Thank you for reading my story. And I will be accepting OC's for a while. Format is as follows
Name:
Species: (only troll or human (for now)
Strife Specibi: (up to 3)
God Tier: (Space is taken for humans and Time for trolls)
Typing Quirk:
Chumhandle:
Bio:
Land:
Guardian/Luscus:
That's it, and I'm only accepting 7 humans and 9 trolls, so hurry! tto}