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-Chapter One - L8s Dia8oliques-
A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the thirteenth of April, is the anniversary of the day she came to this Earth. Though it was three years ago that she arrived, it is only today that she will be given a name!
What will the name of this young woman be?
Enter name: Unicorn Dunglord
TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS
Try again: Kneesocks Akuma
ACCEPTED!
Examine room
Your name is KNEESOCKS. As was previously mentioned, today is the anniversary of the day you arrived on EARTH, along with your DEAR SISTER, MISS SCANTY. The two of you are a HIGH CLASS COMMANDER DEMONS. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a fondness for LITERATURE, favouring tales of DRAMATIC IRONY, and LAW AND ORDER. You also have a number of LAW BOOKS scattered around your room, something that came in handy during one of your previous SCHEMES. You also have a considerable amount of skill when it comes to BEACH VOLLEYBALL, which you and your DEAR SISTER believe to be a beautiful and highly technical sport. Also in your room is your COMPUTER, which is always a useful tool when it comes to formulation SCHEMES and PLOTS. You have a number of OBITUARIES scattered across its DESKTOP, which are a useful commodity when deciding what SOULS would make a more threatening GHOST. Above all, however, you have a passion for RULES, REGULATIONS, and ORDER. You have a FIRM BELIEF that if society was to follow all the RULES set out before them without hesitation, it would be FAR BETTER OFF than it is currently.
EverSoNitro: Shift narrative style
Kneesocks was busy at work formulating their next plan. She was in the process of sifting through the obituaries she had collected, figuring out which poor souls they had already used in their plans, when she heard a knock at her door. She glanced over to it, a puzzled expression on her face. Miss Scanty knows that it's against the rruurruus for us to disturb one another while we're working, she thought. It must be something urgent for her to disregard the rruurruus...
She rose from her chair and walked over to the door. Grasping the doorknob, she pulled it open, and was greeted by an out of breath, but excited Scanty.
"Dear sister!" Scanty gasped. "You'll never believe what I've just discovered!"
"What is it, dear sister?" Kneesocks asked calmy. "Have you finally perfected one of your torture devices?"
"Oh, it's too difficult to explain," Scanty said. She quickly took her sister's wrist, and pulled her along back to her room. "Just know that this could be what we've been waiting for!"
Kneesocks was somewhat perplexed by her sister's behaviour. Scanty always has been somewhat excitable, she thought, as she hurried along with her sister, her wrist starting to get sore. But whatever this is, it must be important.
Finally, the two of them reached Scanty's room. Scanty pushed the door open, and the two walked in, Scanty racing to her computer, while Kneesocks carefully stepped around the various shattered remants of racks, vices, and the like. "You really must clean up in here, dear sister," Kneesocks noted. "It doesn't do well to dwell among such disarray."
"Nevermind that," Scanty said. "Just read this!" She pointed excitedley to the conversation she had with the mysterious stranger. Kneesocks leaned in over the chair, adjusted her glasses, and began reading. Scanty pointed out various key phrases and giggled excitedley as Kneesocks read, and the more the blue haired demon read, the more she started to giggle excitedly.
"Absolute godhood..." Kneesocks muttered. "Immortality... This is almost too good to be true!" As she said this, however, the smile slid of her face. "This is almost too good to be true..." she repeated. "How do we know that this isn't all a hoax?"
"What would some random stranger have to gain from intentionally feeding me lies?" Scanty said. "And besides, even if it is a hoax, what have we got to lose? It's a videogame, after all."
"True, true..." Kneesocks said. "But how will we ever get those angels to go along with it?"
"It shouldn't be that hard, considering how stupid they are," Scanty said. "I'm sure they'd enjoy godhood just as much as we would. They'd have all the men and sweets they could ever want at their fingertips. If I were them, I'd be jumping all over this opportunity."
"I guess that makes sense," Kneesocks said. "I'll look into this game, and place the order for it. You think of a way for us to confront the angels and persuade them to come on board with us."
"Agreed," Scanty said. "Just think, dear sister. Gods! Of our own universe!" Scanty began giggling again as Kneesocks exited the room.
EverSoNitro: Shift narrative style
You make your way back to your room, reflecting upon the comment your SISTER made as you absconded. It does seem tantilising, sure, but you worry about how much faith SCANTY is putting into this VRISKA character. From what you read, she does seem to be an agreeable personality, but she's still a STRANGER with UNKNOWN MOTIVES. You reach your room and close the door, and begin researching this SBURB software.
Kneesocks: Be the stranger
You are now VRISKA SERKET, a TROLL currently trapped in THE VEIL due to an UNFORTUNATE SET OF CIRCUMSTANCES. You had just finished tutoring a DERPY HUMAN on how to become extremely powerful within a particular GAME, when you recieved a MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE from a RANDOM STRANGER claiming to be a DEMON. You humored the stranger, and have become VERY INTRUIGED with their set of circumstances. You think that examining this stranger's past might be worthwhile.
Vriska: Examine random stranger's past
You open the viewport feature of TROLLIAN, and begin observing this stranger's TIMELINE. You're greeted with the image of a CRIMSON SKINNED WOMAN with VIBRANT GREEN HAIR runnning down her back. As you watch, you see her unleash HORDES OF MONSTERS upon what you assume to be a BLONDE HUMAN and a HUMAN WITH STUPIDLY LONG HAIR. This assumption would turn out to be incorrect, as mostly everybody reading this story would no doubt be aware, but that's not a major concern at the moment. You see this woman engage in an all-out shootout with the BLONDE HUMAN, all the while trying to hunt down some ORANGE HAIRED HUMAN that stole some sort of GLOWING STONE. You skip forward a bit, and see the STONE being destroyed, which causes a MASSIVE TOWER OF FLAME to erupt from the earth. Intruigied, you watch further, and see this woman do all sorts of things, like running a RIGGED GAMBLING ESTABLISHMENT, set up some sort of bizarre trial, shrink the two supposed humans down to miniscule size, and even at one point charge a short, dark-haired human out of an extremely tall building.
As you watch these exploits, a thought develops in your head. Perhaps you and your friends shouldn't be helping the HUMANS that caused you to be stranded here. Perhaps you should be helping THESE PEOPLE succeed instead. They definitely seem to be more COMPETENT than the HUMANS, and INHERENTLY POWERFUL to boot. Perhaps if you can get them to beat SBURB before the HUMANS do, it will negate their mistake, and allow them to escape from THE VEIL without worrying about an OMNIPOTENT HELLHOUND just waiting to MURDER them.
Hey, it's worth a shot.
EverSoNitro: Shift narrative style.
Vriska broke out of her train of thought and looked over to the other trolls that became stranded. Karkat, their "leader" would probably be one of her bigger obstacles to putting this plan into action. He is kind of stupid, she thought. I should 8e a8le to 8ring him around to the idea somehow. She'd have to wait before she actually tried anything, though. She didn't even know if this "Scanty" person was going to be able to play the game yet. She still had to get those "angels" to go along with it. Vriska leaned back in her chair. At the moment, it was just a matter of waiting to hear back from Scanty. She had a feeling that this was going to be an extremely interesting endeavor.
Vriska looked over to one of her "friends" (she wasn't entirely sure if she actually had many friends in this place), and called them over. She figured that if she was going to get Karkat to go along with this, she should have as much support as she could get. And she thought that she knew exactly how to start.
"Hey, Terezi," she said. A red-spectacled troll turned her head in Vriska's direction. "Come over here for a minute, I wanna show you something cooooooool."
