⇒ Fanstuck
A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, July 13th, is her sixteenth birthday. What is her name?
⇒ Obsessive fan girl
No. Be polite, fuckass. Try again.
⇒ Quinn: Examine Room
Your name is Quinn and you're 16 years old today. Your room, a DISASTER ZONE as you like to call it, stores your most prized possessions, like your BASS GUITAR and large collection of FANTASY NOVELS. You enjoy most MUSIC and are obsessed with COMICS, CATS, and PIRATE'S BOOTY.
There are a number of notebooks, indicating your recent fixation on WRITING ANGSTY FANFICTION. Dirty clothes clutter your floor and your bed is very often unmade. Your singing voice is AWFUL, but you insist on singing anyways.
Your chumhandle is phoeniaQuinn and your typing style is often consisting of made-up words and akjsdfghlahlas keysmashes. Besides that, your grammar is normally spic and span, and it bothers you when people shorten words and don't punctuate.
⇒ Quinn: Play rockin' bass riff
You pull out your beautiful bass guitar and play possibly the best riff you have ever heard.
⇒ Quinn: Play for crowds of thousands
You have a rockin' jam session in the seclusion of your room for now. Maybe you could perform for crowds later, like a quarter after NEVER.
⇒ Quinn: Read angsty fanfic
No! You only read those when you're alone, so that nobody else can see your tears. However, you did just get a great idea for a new fic, which you quickly scribble down in one of your numerous journals.
⇒ Quinn: Read fluffy fanfic
That's better. Kid Flash/Robin cuddles are exactly what you need right now. Makes you squeal like a little girl every time. Besides, fluff never ends in OH GOD WHY DID THIS TURN OUT SO ANGSTY DAMN THOSE WRITERS WHO TAG IMPROPERLY
⇒ Quinn: Cry horrible ugly tears
Too late.
⇒ Quinn: Calm down, they're just fictional characters-
YOU'RE JUST A FICTIONAL CHARACTER
⇒ Quinn: Look directly at the fourth wall
What?
⇒ Quinn: Look out window and ponder feels
…You stare out the window aimlessly, until you see your guardian's car stopping at the mailbox. That means they checked the mail!
But wait. As great as your uncle is, he always taunts you with the things you're trying to get a hold of. Most situations like this just end in either a strife or grounding. Typically the latter.
⇒ Quinn: Prepare for inevitable strife with uncle
If you want to get your game, you're going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. You must be prepared.
You equip your Chakram without much fuss, and your strife specibus accepts it readily, something you were rather anxious about. However, the specibus refers to it as frisbeekind, which you know will irritate you endlessly at a later date.
⇒ Quinn: Become irritated now
And that later date is now. It's not a frisbee!
⇒ Quinn: Retrieve mail
You sneak downstairs and hug the walls, trying to postpone the inevitable strife until the last possible moment.
This whole exercise makes you feel a tad like the legendary DICK GRAYSON, a true ninja. Unfortunately, your cover ends abruptly and your uncle attacks, seemingly from out of nowhere.
⇒ Quinn: STRIFE
You ask for the package, and your uncle shakes his head frustratingly. He withdraws a rather large sword and brandishes it threateningly at you.
⇒ Quinn: Answer Chum
You open up your pesterchum and see that a couple of your friends have been pestering you.
-Pesterlog-
arsenicPixie started pestering you
ap: yooooooooo
pq: Hey there friend.
ap: happy birthday, gurl!
ap: also, I was wondering of you got my package yet? or the gameforthatmatter?
pq: Thanks. :)
pq: Uh, I got the package, but I haven't opened it yet. It's on top of my vanity.
ap: go open it!
arsenicPixie ceased pestering you
barelyCompiled started pestering you
tg: hey. ap keeps pestering me to play that beta. i'm kinda working on some homeworkica physica.
tg: seriously, it's like the fucking swiss alps of notes, calculations, calculators up in this bitch
tg: oh look
tg: i just summited mt. vector calculations.
tg: oh, i have to fly to the statistics rockies? that's cool
tg: looks like it's time to set up at base camp standard deviation.
pq: Dude, I was just talking to her, and I can definitely see where she's coming from, but you do need to work on your homework.
pq: Maybe I can play with her, and take some of the heat off of you?
bc: well, hurry up before her pesters cause me to miss my landing and crash and burn
pq: Will do, friend.
barelyCompiled ceased pestering you
⇒ Quinn: Open Present
You swim through the mess you call a room and grab the package. Unfortunately, you don't get a chance to open it because you are suddenly the other girl.