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Begin 44hYstuck.
A young girl stands in her bedroom. Today, the 17th of July, is her 14th birthday. Although it was 14 years ago that she was brought into this world, it is only now that she will be named.
Enter name.
Bunsen Van Chucklenuts.
The girl seems to be somewhat ticked off by your sore, humourless attempt at joking about her hairstyle. She turns her back on you for a second, before turning around again, holding a scroll in her hands. Upon it, you can read somebody's name.
Enter name.
Your name is BRÍD MCNOEL, and today is your 14th birthday, as said before. Your brown, smooth hair is tied back in a bun to avoid it getting in the way of your RIMMED SPECTACLES. Upon your shirt, an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic can be seen, this one being known as the EYE OF HORUS.
You are an ASPIRING AUTHOR, and have written many a draft novel, to be stuffed either in a garbage can or underneath your bed. You despise MODERN-DAY YOUNG ADULT FICTION, fed up with the relentless, unoriginal tropes. Instead, you prefer to read ANCIENT SCRIPTS OF YEARS GONE BY, for their OLD and SOMEWHAT HUMOROUS DEMEANOUR.
You generally have a somewhat PATIENT and CALM DEMEANOUR, however, once even the smallest bit of sugar enters your system, you tend to become HYPER BEYOND BELIEF.
What do you do?
Bríd : Examine room.
Your room is packed with bookshelves, in fact, three out of your four available walls are completely covered by them. Upon your last wall, above the doorway, several ancient scrolls are mounted. You can see a Japanese haiku written in hiragana, a recreation of an Ancient Egyptian artwork, and Beowulf written completely in Anglo-Saxon runes.
Your bookshelves are lined with translations and originals of both famous works of fiction and of non-fiction. You even have a few modern-day books thrown around in there somewhere.
In the middle of your room lies your bed, freshly made. Beside it lies your trusty study table, complete with comfy chair, reading lamp and your own personal laptop. You have a few books about coding lying on your desk, but sadly you could never get too into constructing programs.
It looks like someone is messaging you right now on pesterchum. You can never seem to catch a break with your "chums" constantly messaging you. Right then, they're not going to placate themselves.
Bríd : Answer chum.
-missingDll [MD] began pestering desolateTome [DT] at ER:OR-
[MD]: pesterchum conv
[MD]: bríd? are you there?
[DT]: God damn it Kav
[DT]: Why do you have to break pesterchum every time we have a conversation?
[MD]: because its fun to screw with technology stop
[MD]: why the hell do you have to criticize my lifestyle stop
[DT]: I'm fine with you screwing up your own computer,
[DT]: as long as you don't make it leak over to me.
[DT]: Just look at the time it displays for when this conversation started.
[MD]: shit i hadnt noticed that stop
[MD]: looks like i broke it so much it may have affected the servers stop
[MD]: 5orry 5t0pp ~#
[DT]: And now your keyboard is screwing up again.
[DT]: Just great. Just freaking great.
[DT]: What was it you even wanted to talk to me about anyway?
[MD]: d0 You w4nt t plAy a game?~#\
[DT]: As long as the game doesn't screw my computer up as much as you do yours
[DT]: I'm up for it.
[MD]: this game is supposedly coded from hieroglyphics found in some weird ruins stop
[MD]: and my keyboard is working again, good stop
[MD]: im ripping it from the disks right now stop
[MD]: ill send it to you when im done stop
[DT]: Alright, though I will be putting it through a thorough virus scan.
[DT]: I'll see you then.
[MD]: TTYL /pesterchum conv
That guy seems to never stop breaking some form of software or another. At least it beats his short period of time where he tried to be the "Most 1337 hacker of all time" and hack Faucet's servers.
That gaming network never managed to recover their main servers ever again. It took them off the top 10 gaming applications list. Even Alpha Software outsold it.
Bríd : Check strife specibus
You currently hold the ability to EQUIP SCROLLS AS WEAPONS. You ponder exactly how useless this is on a scale from 1 to 10. You reckon it sits at a reasonable 6.5.
When you first got this thing, you thought it was an extension to your Captchalogue Modus, and you placed an Egyptian Scroll into it. Nowadays, you use it for scroll storage, though you are aware it's intended purpose is to store weapons.
At least you'll probably never need to actually use this thing, right?
Bríd : Be the glitchy kid
You cannot be the glitchy kid because the glitchy kid is already busy being the glitchy kid. Instead, you resolve to be the steampunk kid.
Enter name.
Ass McSparkleFarts.
The young boy doesn't seem to react to your terrible name calling. Instead, he continues his previous action : staring at the sky through a telescope. He seems somewhat aggravated at something. Perhaps if you got his name right, he might reveal why.
Enter name.
Your name is MIKE HERING. You are 15 years of age, with black hair and brown eyes, normally covered by your STEAMPUNK GOGGLES. You habitually wear a HOODIE with the hood up, covering your hair. Upon your shirt, a symbol of the CONSTELLATION for THE BIG DIPPER is clearly visible.
You have a strange obsession with MONITORING and GRAPHING the NIGHT SKY, even going so far as to hand-draw a STAR MAP on one of the walls of your bedroom. However, you don't exactly flaunt this about, and instead attempt to FIT INTO the MAINSTREAM archetype, going so far as to actively play in SPORTS TEAMS and buying OVERPRICED GENERIC SHOOTERS. Even your hoodie is branded with several different companies logos.
You try to be somewhat RECKLESS and HEADSTRONG, even sometimes AGGRESSIVE, in order to fit in with what most people demand of you, but when you speak with your close friends in PESTERCHUM, you sometimes exhibit your TIMID, and somewhat SHY side.
What will you do?
Mike : Examine room.
Your room is somewhat cluttered at this time. Nevertheless, you try and get a good look at it's makeup.
The eastern-most wall is completely covered by a STAR MAP, one your own Grandfather made, before he disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle. Cluttering the floor are STAR CHARTS, made by your own hand. These charts record and display THE MOVEMENT AND ALIGNMENT OF THE STARS. You're pretty proud of how many there are.
Upon the northern-most wall, several posters of MYSTERIOUS AND FAR-AWAY PLANETS line the wall, interrupted only by the likes of wardrobes and dressers. On one such dresser, a desktop computer lies, currently on. Beside it, a fresh mug of hot chocolate and several biscuits are lying on top of a magazine entitled "Astronomy Today".
The easternmost wall is, for the most part, glass, with curtains either end to allow one to sleep. A small door located in the middle of the pane allows one to approach a balcony, where a telescope stand lies.
Finally, the southernmost wall is filled with posters of football stars, rugby players and other famous sporting figures. You use this wall as a backdrop for the most part when you video call people from your peer group. It pays to keep up an impression.
Author's Note
And thus begins my first story on this site and hopefully it shall be a good one. I appreciate constructive criticism, however, please bear in mind that I'm not exactly experienced in this field or on this site, so formatting errors or the likes could very well occur.