You are now Jeremy Barett. You have been putting up with your server player's bullshit for a while, but breaking into your co-player's homes and eating all their snacks helps you cope with the bullshittery.
Your co-player's families seem kinda less surprised than you thought they would be. They also don't seem to notice how you have been stealing the small amount of food left in your homes.
The quest for food was sparked by your own need for snacks as you ran out, so you thought "Hey, let's just steal their shit!" You have just stopped in at Mark's house as your next stop on the great quest to liberate food from refrigerators. As you and your pack mule have stopped in and found a singular lollipop sitting atop his nightstand, wrapped in plastic wrap to preserve it. You greedily take the candy.
You decide to make a quick stop by the alchemiter and help out with Mark's little plan to duplicate that item that gives you money. You type in the code that Mark mentioned in the earlier Skype call, UrObUrOs. With this you can duplicate your own money.
You head over to the alchemiter to start making money. As you enter the code into the machine and out pops a lollipop of a different color than the one you have in your pocket. Does this make lollipops? As you reach for the delicious treat you can feel the one in the wrap vibrating and glowing with heat. The two candies quickly snap together and fuse into one swirling red and green lollipop.
You suddenly can't control the welling desire to take a taste of the sweet treat. You give the delicious lollipop a lick. The candy tastes bitter and sweet at the same time, the green tastes sweet, and the red supplies the bitter addition to the flavor. You feel an amazing surge of energy going through you, you can only think incredibly happy thoughts. Every reason you hate Alex suddenly fades from your mind, you simply see him as a great and helpful friend.
You our look at your friend and reach in and give him a large hug. As you retreat from the embrace you see that his hair has turned to a bright shade of red and his clothes have turned to bright and fun colors, he shall join you in your great joy.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Alex questions as you look upon his cheery new visage. As Alex begins yelling at you in very unkind words (which you can totally forgive, he's a cool guy), you hear the sound of footsteps and talking. Your friends are here! You can share this happiness with them!
"Oh! HELL! FUCKING! NO!" Brandon yells as he sees the scene playing out before him.
"Hey guys!" Alex greets, unaware of his happy new look.
"Oh crap!" Nathan adds to the gripping commentary.
"This didn't go well at all!" Mark gives his input.
"Oh no! It's all going quite well," You add, "I mean. Look how much fun we're having!"
"I fucking TOLD you!" Brandon screams at Mark.
"Hey, it's not my fault!" Mark retorts.
"What the actual fuck is happening right now?" Jon asks.
"They've gone trickster mode." Nate answers while the other two yell at each other. You need to make them give up all that hate, you should give them your power as well.
"That's it! I'm putting an end to this now!" Brandon raises his rifle and takes aim at you, but you are too fast for mere bullets. You dash forward and throw the rifle up with your left hand and give Brandon the mother of all high-fives with your right. As he begins to turn brighter and look happier, he collapses and has a massive seizure. He's probably fine.
You then proceed to high-five Nate, high-five Mark and high-five Jon. The fun friendly activity seems to have made them all a bit happier. You feel fulfilled as they all take on much happier expressions and more glowing personalities! You lead your now cheerful friends to the alchemiter and begin to start making some more fun weapons. You make the Spork of Zillywut and hand it to a giddy Jon ready to accept his present. You then make the Flintlocks of Zillyhau and throw out one, you only need one. Finally you make the Cutlass of Zillywair and give it to an uninthusiastic Alex.
With you done doing the best you can with the weapon production you all proceed to do a silly dance (insert silly dance here).
That was quite a fun dance and you greatly enjoyed it! You now all decide to play a fun game of Monopoly, by which we mean buying all of the weapon factories in the Medium and selling them all at new, lower prices. Millions of boonbucks down the drain, but well worth it to help these people.
You return to Mark's house to find Brandon's brother leaning over Brandon's colorful and sleeping body. "Which one of you did this to my little brother?" He asks in a stern voice. You raise your arm, you feel he could use the sleep. "Well, I don't quite think you got the memo," He liberally applies his fist to your face, "the only person allowed to knock out my brother and dye his hair a stupid color is me!"
You fall to the ground writhing in pain. You finally slip out of consciousness.
You are now Alex. Duncan just knocked Jeremy the fuck out, so you better watch what you say.
"So," Duncan adds to his previous, moving arguement of his rights to wreck his brother's shit, "what the fuck happened to you guys?"
"I don't quite know," you answer, "he just kinda, turned us this way."
Duncan takes a look at Nate, who has magically donned a bright yellow suit with a pink tie accented with purple polka dots. "What the fuck are you wearing?" He asks with a look of both surprise and dissapointment.
"I am wearing a quite dank suit." Nathan responds. Even when he is trickster mode, dank is the first thing on his mind(LOL on his Mind).
"Well, at the very least there appears to be only a slight change in attitude for him," Duncan observes, "But why are you the only one who has no change in personality whatsoever?"
Your response is simple: "I don't know."
"Well, what caused all this in the first place?"
You hold up the swirling lollipop.
"Then you should go ahead and hold on to that. Wouldn't want this happening again." Duncan adds, "I'll just take my light-weight brother home."
As he goes over and begins to lift Brandon, Duncan wakes up an angry looking Brandon. The unhappy Doom player looks over the team and promptly says: "Oh...hell no!" He raises his gun with a wobbly hand and pulls the trigger. Before he can put a bullet in your head Duncan lodges his fist into Brandon's stomach. The bullet strays and hits Jon in the throat. Brandon lets out a swear under his rasping breath.
He pushes his brother to the side and stands over the body. He raises his gun once again and loads a new clip into the rifle. The clip is marked with a red cross used to signify it has medical purposes. He puts the gun to the dead Jon's lips and pulls the trigger. A pair of plastic lips comes from the barrel, the purpose is unknown to you. "That should do it..." He lets out one gasp and then collapses again on the floor. Duncan lifts up the collapsed murderer and carries him off.
"Wait! wait! wait!" You protest, "He just killed Jon!"
"And he just revived him!" Duncan replies, "If you kiss a fallen teammate's corpse they will revive as their dream-self. Brandon just found a way around making out with dead bodies." And with that he left through the door to head back to his home with his brother. How he was strong enough to lift someone the same size as him, you will never understand, but at the very least Jon's not totally dead.
With the whole situation under control you head over to the Alchemiter and combine the Cutlass of Zillywair, your flaming sword, and the swirly lollipop to create: The Tricky Fire-blade of Zillywair or TFZ for short.
After you finish with your masterpiece you round up each of your teammates and send each of them to their respective homes and wait for the drugs to wear off. In the whole process of Jon being murdered and you all becoming something out of the mind of a psychotic clown, you didn't notice you reached the a new rung on your Eccheladder: Ethereal Spellcaster. With your new rank attained and a day full of shit going down, you decide that this would be a good point to call it a day, you head home, and go to sleep.
END OF CHAPTER 12
Well dad, I've decided! The odds of you receiving this are too high for me to allow Cherry to keep using the radio to try and contact you. So I'm going to destroy the transmitter. You're a cold, heartless man, who killed everyone around him, and I think that, as her brother, I should not allow you to contact Cherry back. Oh, and I'm sure she told you the sappy horse story, well that horse had a bum leg and was going to be put down anyway, don't go building up your ego, fucker! She can speak to you for the last five minutes of your life, before I end you! Goodbye, and fuck you! *static*