You are THE GIRL. You have a minor fondness for WIZARDS and KNITTING, but NO TIME to actually pay attention to any of that silly mumbo jumbo at the moment. You are currently preparing for THE GAME, but none of your THREE FRIENDS are logged onto PESTERCHUM. Oh, no, no, wait. You look closer at your laptop computer screen, adorned with a self-knitted laptop skin, and see that one of your friends is indeed online. The urgency of today doesn't seem as realized as it was yesterday, however, when this friend messages you.
- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] -
EB: oh there you are!
EB: hey!
TT: Thought you wouldn't be getting on. It's almost three in the afternoon. Did you forget?
EB: forget?
EB: what did i forget?
TT: Don't you remember Sburb?
EB: oh. oh yeah. sburb.
TT: Don't tell me.
EB: don't tell you what?
TT: You lost your server set and you're feigning forgetfulness to make me believe that you actually forgot about the game when in actuality you simply misplaced your set.
EB: it's possible.
TT: Find your set and message me later. Also, do you have any idea where Jade and Dave are?
EB: jade's probably sleeping again. don't know about dave, but no one ever knows about dave. that's all there is to say about those two.
TT: Alright. Tell Jade to install her set and find yours.
- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] -
You glide your nimble, pale fingers away from the keyboard on the laptop and take a look around your room. The GAME SET sits a few feet away from you; from your current perspective, it seems as if the game set is light years away instead of mere feet and you are too lazy to get up from your current position to grab it. From here, you can make out the contents of the game set: A PAIR OF GOGGLES, A DISK, and A PAIR OF GLOVES. Everything seems a little too virtual reality for you, but you knew that you had to be one of the first people to try out this new game. GAMING WITH FRIENDS was always one of your hobbies and a group like yours made everything more interesting. SBURB is the game that the four of you were planning on playing together. It had recently been promoted as a very unique game and, like online games usually did, it piqued your interest. Still, it took a little while to convince them to buy the Sburb set that they needed to play.
You grab the entire set after moving towards it and sit back down at your laptop. Because you're so forward about everything, you have already installed Sburb onto your computer. In fact, you've had the game on your laptop for a forgotten number of days just waiting to be able to finally play it. Maybe, however, a peak at the game's character creation wouldn't hurt? You slip on the goggles and the gloves, turning them on after connecting them to the side of your laptop. For the first few minutes, all you see is white. The next thing that you see is yourself in the mirror, stripped down to mere underwear. A character selection screen shows that the game has, somehow, scanned your general appearance and used it for the character in this game. You scroll up the character selection list with your gloves and press the character create button. Still seeing yourself in the mirror, the interface changes a bit and reveals some of the many classes. Among the many classes, you see a couple that might apply to you. SPIRIT DANCER , BLACK SORCERESS , and ABSTRACT PUNDIT appeal to your general personality, but something seems amiss. A button at the bottom of the interface yields more options. White letters against the black button read out "FOR A UNIQUE EXPERIENCE, CLICK HERE" . And, of course, you click the button and a couple of words splay out on screen.
The words KNITTED DEATH splay onto your screen. In a moment, your character is instantly created. The interface disappears and all you can see, again, is white, before you feel your body being transported into another realm.