== Be Saylen
After what feels like forever, you return to the Plum-blooded Troll in her hydroelectric dam-hive. Currently, you are waiting for Jazz to activate your game. You've had it inside your husktop for about fifteen minutes now and it's only went to about 3%. You assume that since this is a client-server based game, you both need to have the same disks in. You think, you honestly have no idea. You're just bored as hell and haven't had anything happen. Usually by now, the dam has had some major problem and required your assistance.
== Saylen: Find something to do
You walk around your repiteblock, that works as kind of your whole upper hive, and try to find something. You look at your shelf and take out a DVD. Doctor Who, season 7. Well, you've watched it about twenty times, but it's something nice. You walk back to your desk and toss in the disk into you... you can't because the game disk is currently in there! That's just perfect. The one time you want to watch something you've already watched several times already, you're trying to install a game. What else is there besides television?
== Saylen: Find something ELSE to do
You put the DVD case into your Modus and watch it go into a card and disappears. Thus is the greatness of the TARDIS Modus. You put something in and, when the universe believes you need it the most, it is given to you. Thank Gog the humans at BBC included this in the Fifty-Year Anniversary pack of Doctor Who. Or else you'd be stuck with your old, boring Clockwork Modus... which you do actually still hold onto for who the hell know why aside complaining to make this chapter longer. You look around your room and decide to open the doors to the patio. Good thing you like fishing, or else living on the water would be boring as fuck. You wait a second and think about your pole. Once you do, your Modus flashes and you are given your fishing pole. Sometimes just wishing for it can bring it to you.
== Saylen: Fish
You sit back on a chair and toss out your line into the water below you. You never get much time to do this, so it's weird to not have any problems. No stress whatsoever right now. I't's strange, but good at the same time... The lack of stress is stressing you out. This the downside of fishing for you. Everything's calm while your life is always hectic and terrible, it stresses you out when there's nothing to stress about. While internally complaining about the lack of stress, there is a tug at the pole. You snap yourself out of your own mind and start reeling in, equipping yourself with your Blunderbuss. Who knows what's going to come out of this damn ocean.
== Saylen: Catch
You keep reeling until you see the white figure under the water. You pull hard and are met with a giant Fang-Seabeast, a shark for any human readers, that is extremely pissed off. While the aquatic creature is stuck in the air, you aim your gun at the beast's head... with your blind eye. You don't know why, but this has always been easier to aim for you. Once the Fang-Seabeast starts to fall in your general direction you blast it dead in the head, spraying both you and your patio with dark pink blood. Soon, the Fang-Seabeast falls hard onto the floor and slides inside a little. Another downside of fishing, the clean up.
== Saylen: Look over your catch
You step over and look at the beast. It's actually pretty small for a Fang-Seabeast, only about thirteen, maybe sixteen feet long, with only two sets of fins. It must be a baby if anything. That actually makes you feel a little bad about your skills. You can usually hook things five times this things size. It's this damn dam tearing down your fishing abilities. Of course the thing ruining your social life and slowly killing you inside is ALSO destroying your pretty much only skill. Well, you can't have this thing stink up your hive. You rip the hook out of the beasts mouth and grab it's tail. With a good toss, you throw the Fang-Seabeast maybe twenty meters away into the ocean. Something will eat it eventually.
== Saylen: Try again
You sit on the chair and throw out the line again. Hopefully this time you'll get something worth while. As you do you start to slowly drift off and close your eye to relax. It was starting to get pretty early too, so you might as well get off to sleep soon... Nah, instead you'll stay up past sunrise and play the game. Mistuo, that malnourished insomniac, does it all the time so it can't be that bad. While you relax you feel a drop of water on your face, surprising you to opening you eye again. You look up and see that there were some large spheres of water floating in the air. Of course, you relax and your powers decide to have a field day... if you even knew what a field day was. You sigh and drop the water back into the ocean, reeling in your line again. Well, at least you can say you caught one thing today, even thought it was very pathetic. You toss your pole into your Modus and it flashes away.
== Saylen: Check the game progress
You walk back over to your desk and check the game again. 6%. What is taking this thing so long? What's taking Jazz so long should be a better question. They left and started putting in the game, like, half an hour ago. Should you try to talk to her? Yes, yes you should. You click over to Trollian and over to Jazz's thing, only to be hit with a contact from someone you don't know. Against your better judgement, you click on the name.
historicalDefender [HD] has began pestering timelessOceanographer [TO]
HD: Saylen?
TO: yeah...
TO: wh(o)'s this?
HD: long story.
HD: just listen to me.
HD: tell Vlad not to listen to you.
TO: ?
TO: what?
TO: the hell even are you?
HD: i'm your...
HD: i'm a friend.
TO: i'm s(o)rry but i (o)n[y have, [ike, five friends.
TO: p[us the tw(o) assh(o)[es.
TO: s(o) i d(o)n't think y(o)u have the right Tr(o)[[.
HD: look, just roll with me here.
HD: i'm from the future.
HD: an alternate future.
HD: things went horribly tits up and now this place is fucked.
TO: crazy, but g(o) (o)n.
HD: now my version of you is trying to make your universe just as fucked up.
HD: by using Vlad.
HD: she's already on her way, so you have until...
HD: i think you get into the game.
TO: ...
TO: f(o)r s(o)me reas(o)n
TO: even th(o)ugh i'm certain y(o)u're crazy,
TO: this makes c(o)mp[ete sense.
HD: of course it does!
HD: to you it does, i mean.
TO: t(o) me?
HD: time players are excessively understanding of timeline bullshit.
HD: understanding and accepting
TO: time[ine bu[[shit?
HD: yes.
TO: i fee[ shenanigans is a better w(o)rd t(o) describe it.
HD: whatever you say, Saybae.
TO: the fuck?
HD: ah shit.
HD: forget that.
HD: it rhymed so that's why i put it.
TO: (o)...k then.
TO: what ab(o)ut me being a time whatever?
HD: too much information right now.
HD: look, alternate me is about to contact you about going into the game.
HD: be prepared to either kill or trap yourself.
HD: i mean...
HD: your future, bitchier self.
TO: wait, a[ternate y(o)u?
TO: wh(o) are y(o)u?
HD: oh my God, were you always this stubborn with stupid questions?
TO: rude.
HD: look, i'll open a facewhatever the hell ok?
TO: a[right.
After a sec, the same person sends you a facetime link, which you click. When the facetime opens, you see... you want to say Jazz? She looks almost just like your human friend, except she was wearing some kind of teal robe thing with a hood. Her glasses were snapped and cracked in a lot of places and held very loosely together. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises and had a full black eye. One interesting feature, was a pair of tiny dots on the side of her neck. You've talked to Vlad enough to know what that stands for in human culture.
Saylen: h(o)[y shit!
Future!Jazz: yeah, it's not as bad as it looks.
Future!Jazz: so, you going to start believing me now?
Saylen: i...
Saylen: what happened?
Future!Jazz: like i said, future you is going to show up pretty soon.
Future!Jazz: so either kill the pretty bitch or knock her out and tie her up.
Saylen: huh...
Saylen: shit, Jazz.
Saylen: wait a second, 'pretty' bitch?
Future!Jazz: look, infinite timelines stuff.
Future!Jazz: this just happens to be one i got lucky with you.
Future!Jazz: who knows if your me is going to feel the same?
Saylen: ah, (o)k then.
Future!Jazz: i mean, for all we know, your me could have the hots for Cav-dick.
Saylen: p[ease d(o)n't say things [ike that.
Future!Jazz: sorry.
Future!Jazz: look, i've used up too much time as is.
Future!Jazz: just get put in the game and get ready to kick your own fine ass.
Saylen: a[right.
Saylen: enter game, kick ass, kn(o)ck (o)ut and tie up.
Saylen: g(o)t it.
Saylen: anything e[se?
Future!Jazz: i'll be back later.
Future!Jazz: just talk to me right now.
Saylen: i fee[ this is g(o)ing t(o) get c(o)nfusing.
Future!Jazz: believe me, this is the easiest thing to follow right now.
Future!Jazz: get ready for a total mind fuck.
historicalDefender [HD] has ceased pestering timelessOceanographer [TO]
Well, that was... interesting to say the least. What the hell was any of that supposed to mean? No matter, like the alternate Jazz said, your current Jazz is contacting you. You don't know if you should bring this up, but you answer her without actually thinking.
trainingInformant [TI] has started a chat with timelessOceanographer [TO]
Jazz: Saylen!
Saylen: Jazzy!
Saylen: what the he[[ are y(o)u wearing?
Your version of Jazz was now wearing a different pair of glasses than normal. Hell, can you even call them glasses? The new face wear looked like some solid, green screen with a single red earpiece on the side. Looked dumb, but also kind of cool.
Jazz: oh, these?
Jazz: well, it turns out that in the game i can combine stuff.
Jazz: so i tossed my glasses in with a Dragon Ball DVD and, boom.
Jazz: Scouter Glasses.
Saylen: we[[, that's c(o)(o)[.
Saylen: speaking (o)f game.
Jazz: i'm getting it, i'm getting it.
Jazz: still trying to get my new interface.
Saylen: new interface?
Jazz: yeah, i also added my laptop to these things.
Jazz: i am now one hundred percent mobile baby!
Suddenly, you hear another voice come from outside of the screen.
Cuz: Jazz!
Cuz: Who are you talking to?
Saylen: wh(o)'s that?
Jazz: that's just my Cousin.
Jazz: i'm just talking to a friend, Cuz!
Cuz: Can I see?
Jazz: sure, i guess.
The new human, you suppose her name's 'Cuz' leans into the frame. She looks a lot like Jazz to be honest, aside from a little older. She had the same black hair and hella pasty skin color. The new human missed the two colored eyes and only had blue, so that's cool you guess. She didn;t look as surprised as Jazz did when she first met you, which was weird.
Cuz: Huh.
Cuz: Uh, hi, I guess?
Saylen: sup.
Cuz: Ok, two questions.
Cuz: One, what are you?
Saylen: i'm and a[ien species (o)n a p[anet ca[[ed A[ternia.
Saylen: we're ca[[ed Tr(o)[[s and i'm a seadwe[[er.
Saylen: i can breath under water and shit [ike that.
Saylen: and y(o)u are?
Cuz: I'm Jazz's Cousin, Marie.
Cuz: You can call me Cuz if you want.
Cuz: Everyone does.
Saylen: c(o)(o)[.
Saylen: i be[ieve y(o)u had a sec(o)nd questi(o)n?
Cuz: Right.
Cuz: You got a name?
Cuz: Or can I just call you Alien Chick?
Saylen: the name's Say[en Va[dr(o).
Cuz: Cool name!
Saylen: thanks.
Saylen: came up with it myse[f.
Cuz: What?
Jazz: *ahem* i believe i needed to talk to her?
Cuz: Oh, right.
Cuz: I'll just...
Cuz: Be over here.
Cuz: Making shit.
Jazz: yeah, you do that.
Cuz: Hey, can I see that Dragon Ball card?
Jazz: why?
Cuz: I got an idea for my machete.
Jazz: anyways.
Jazz: you ready to be put in this shit?
Jazz: quick warning though.
Jazz: this will be weird.
Saylen: be[ieve me, i kn(o)w.
Jazz: you do?
Saylen: yeah, i kinda just had a c(o)nversati(o)n ab(o)ut this.
Saylen: apparent[y my g(o)ing in the game is g(o)ing t(o) be specia[ (o)r s(o)me shit.
Jazz: well cool!
Jazz: alright, i'll get the thing started.
Jazz: now, what i'm going to do is put a few machines in your house.
Jazz: i'm gonna put a Cruxtruder, a Totem Lathe, and an Alchemiter.
Jazz: you open the Cruxthingy, take the Dowel and punched card and put them on the Lathethingy.
Jazz: then you put the new totem on the Alchemithingy, you get a thing, then you break the thing.
Jazz: got it?
Saylen a[[ exept the 'h(o)use' part.
Sayeln: the he[['s a h(o)use?
Jazz: ...
Jazz: the place you live in?
Saylen: y(o)u mean my hive?
Jazz: i... guess?
Jazz: Tr(o)[[ termin(o)l(o)gy?
Saylen: yep.
Jazz: cool.
Jazz: i'll put the thing in.
Cuz: Holy shit, Jazz look at this!
You watch as there is a small disc looking thing being thrown across the back of the room. The disc was extremely bright, looking like it was made out of some kind of light. You see it fly off the screen and blow something up once it makes contact with something.
Jazz: holy shit!
Jazz: was that a Kienzan?
Cuz: No, it was a Distructo Disc!
Cuz: My machete shoots Distructo Discs!
Jazz: that's so freaking awesome!
Jazz: look i gotta go!
trainingInformant [TI] has left the cjat with timelessOceanographer [TO]
You click out of the app and go back to the normal loading screen. 10%. Ok, if Jazz putting the disc in doesn't make this go faster, you will probably kill something. Oh wait, there it goes. 17, 18, 19... Pretty fast too. You turn and look out the window, only to see the sky getting kinda red-orange. This shouldn't really be a surprise, considering the sun and all coming up soon, but this light was starting from the top of the sky.
== Saylen: Check out the light
You stand up and walk over to the window, AGAIN, and look outside. You start to look up only to be interrupted by something huge and on fire crashing into the ocean a few miles away. That honestly was new on this backwards ass planet. Not every day you get to see a space rock his the ocean. But, that raises a small concern. You look up and see a good hundred more heading straight towards your hive! Well, Jazz did say this was going to be weird. Not 'blowing up your hive and maybe killing you, weird, but this is still weird. Also, you should probably panic or something.
== Saylen: Panic
You really don't 'panic', you more just rush back to the desk and check the loading screen. Damn, it was already at 90%. At least this won't go over badly. You run back over to the window to check the meteors. Several of them were already flying and hitting different points in the water, the big one in the middle still dead on for you. Suddenly, you hear the music from your husktop stop and make dinging noise. Must be done loading in. As soon as it does, a big machine thing is placed down in the middle of your room. Must be the Cruxthingy Jazz was talking about. You have to open it somehow, and there was a turny thing on the side. Well, this is easy.
== Saylen: Open the Cruxtruder
You jump up and grab the turny thing, giving it a hard tug to the left. It budges some, but not all the way. Even for a strong Troll like you, this thing was hard as shit to open. You take a moment to breathe in and put all your effort into one, huge pull. Once you do, the top flies off and you are met with some kind of flashing, seizure ball thing. Under that is Plum-colored pillar thing with a punched Capturecard on top. This is easy so far. You hear another thump behind you followed by a third. You turn around and see a long table looking thing with a clamp and needle, and a large pad with a pillar on it.
== Saylen: Try out the new machines
You forget which machine Jazz said to use first, so you go straight to the pad thing. With the very obvious pillar on the side, you place the Dowel on top of it a push a button. The laser comes down and scans the Dowel, goes to the pad, and makes a small, green box. Something inside you says you did this in the wrong order...
== Saylen: Try again
You kick the box off of the pad and go over to the table. You take the Dowel and put it in between the clamps. Looking over the table you notice a small slot, perfect size for a Capturecard. You put in the card and press a button. The needle comes down and carves the Dowel into a weirdly shaped totem. Ooooh, totem. It's called the Totem Lathe. It Lathes Totems... That's neat. You take the new totem and do the same thing as before. This time, though, the object that appeared was a pretty big plum-colored hourglass, with the sand going upwards instead of down. You look it over and see some words on the side. It reads. 'Give patience and sand will rise, this will save the Sylph of Time.' Well, that's pretty straightforward. Just have to wait and hope it runs out before the meteor gets here.
== Saylen: Check out the meteor
You run over to the window and see that the meteors are even closer than before. This is pretty bad. Even worse the driftwood incident when you and Firyut were fishing that one time. Ok, are we ever going to get to that story? No? Alright then... *Ahem* Trying to avoid the fact of your iminent demise, you turn around and start back to the Alchemiter before-OWW! Congratulations, your dumb ass just stepped on one of the several fishing hooks you keep lying around. You sit down and look at your foot. This is what happens when you don't wear your sandals inside. Yeah, that's going to leave a mark.
== Saylen: Remove the hook
Oh, shit. You grip the hook and hold your breathe. You've done this so many times, but it still hurts like shit every time. You work a little a bit and soon the hook comes out. Well, it's defiantly rusty. That's tanitis... Also, your foot is bleeding all over the place and has quickly turned plum around the wound... And, to make it worse, you used the last first aid kit on Firyut that time she accidentally fell off your patio. Well, there's the headache again. Trying to forget this problem, you look at the hourglass and see all the sand is almost at the top of the glass. Then, you look over at the seizure ball again and see it's getting even more annoying. Suddenly, there is a flash and your Modus gives you a Doctor Who poster you tossed in a few weeks ago. Guess you know what the universe wants you to prototype.
== Saylen: Prototype the Sprite
You toss in the poster and are met with a large, plum-colored flash. So many flashes, Gogdamn. When you open your eye again, you see the Sprite has a head of the great Doctor himself. The Tenth to be specific. The best in your opinion. You look back over to the hourglass and happen to see it right as it explodes, signalling you are entering the game.
== Saylen: Enter
Once you can see again, you look around. Everything looks about the same until your see out the window. You get up on your horribly mangled foot and walk over to look outside. What you see is a colossal forest, going for miles as long as you can see. In the trees are a bunch of... circus lights? They're very colorful, but turned off for some reason. Must not be celebration time. You turn back to Doctorsprite and see that it now has a somewhat cognitive form, with arms and everything.
Saylen: (o)h...
Saylen: uh, hi?
Doctorsprite: Ah, hello Madam Saylen!
Doctorsprite: You may already know this, but I'm the Doctor!
Saylen: c(o)(o)[, c(o)(o)[...
Saylen: quick questi(o)n, D(o)ct(o)r.
Saylen: the he[[ am i?
Doctorsprite: This?
Doctorsprite: This, Madam Saylen, is the Land of Forests and Festivals!
Saylen: a[righty then.
Saylen: wait a sec(o)nd...
Saylen: i was expecting s(o)me(o)ne.
Just as you say this, there is a bright flash, borderline blinding your only good eye again. When you can finally see, you see something the future version of Jazz warned you about. It was you. Only cooler looking, with a red outfit with a gear on it, huge plum and pink-colored wings, and a broken horn. This was obviously future you.
== Saylen: Get ready to take care of this
You quickly arm yourself with your Pistol and aim at... yourself? Shit this is confusing. As you do, the other you stands up and raises her hands. She didn't exactly look dangerous, maybe a little bit lighter toned skin, but nothing bad. Nothing, that is, until you're more than certain you see sots on her neck, before she covers it with her hood and puts her hands out again.
Future!Saylen: w(o)ah, w(o)ah, w(o)ah, wait!
Future!Saylen: i'm y(o)u, ca[m d(o)wn!
Saylen: yeah, i kn(o)w y(o)u're me.
Saylen: the future versi(o)n (o)f Jazz warned me ab(o)ut y(o)u.
Future!Satlen: what?
Future!Saylen: my Jazz?
Future!Saylen: n(o), this is bad...
Saylen: and why is that?
Future!Saylen: because she was trying t(o) ki[[ me bef(o)re i bai[ed (o)n my sessi(o)n.
Future!Saylen: things went kinda tits up and everything was fucked.
Future!Saylen: that damn Jazz and Jack's fau[t.
Saylen: and h(o)w exact[y can i trust y(o)u?
Saylen: (o)r me...
Future!Saylen: we[[, aside me [itera[[y being Y(O)U!
Future!Saylen: i can fix that f(o)(o)t (o)f (o)urs.
Saylen: (o)h rea[[y?
Future!Saylen: (o)f c(o)urse.
Future!Saylen: we are the Sy[ph (o)f Time.
Future!Saylen: Sy[phs are hea[ers, in the m(o)st basic sense.
Future!Saylen: just watch.
== Saylen: Get healed
The future version of you opens her arms and some red lines come out of them. The lines intwine you and you feet. You watch as the lines summon a kind of holographic version of yourself. The hologram and red lines reenact your exact movements to the point you stepped on the hook. After a few second, the hologram and lines return and phase into you. Suddenly, the pain in your foot stopped and there was no more bleeding! You look down and see that the wound and bruising was gone. You look back up at the time duplicate of yourself.
Saylen: a[right, y(o)u have my attenti(o)n.
Saylen: what d(o) y(o)u want here?
Future!Saylen: it's simp[e rea[[y.
Future!Saylen: my time[ine went h(o)ribb[y wr(o)ng.
Future!Saylen: i'm here t(o) prevent that.
Saylen: ...
Saylen: a[right, i trust y(o)u f(o)r the time being i supp(o)se.
Future!Saylen: great!
Future!Saylen: n(o)w, bef(o)re we d(o) anything.
Future!Saylen: we g(o)tta A[chemize shit!
Future!Saylen: initiate A[chemizing spree!
A/n: Who would you trust?