celestialcavalier
21 April 2012 @ 02:32 pm
At a decidedly LATER time than usual, you STAGGER, almost LIMP into your room and flop onto a chair with all the grace of a WOUNDED ELEPHANT. The chair feels ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE, and you can't help but GROAN as you realize how much EXCRUCIATING PAIN you are feeling. You think you're probably BLEEDING or carrying some BROKEN BONES, but you wouldn't dare SAY that.

Your GUARDIAN, if you could call them that, seemed as willing to MERCILESSLY BRUTALIZE YOU as they were were to PROVIDE WORLDLY ADVICE. Times like this make you wonder if there is any sort of BOND there at all. You try to DISTRACT YOURSELF from that sort of EMO BULLCRAP. You're BETTER THAN THAT.

You SMACK your computer a few times until it turns on, about FIVE MINUTES SLOWER than you'd have liked. If there was one thing that would make you feel better, it would be LAUGHING AT THE MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. And then you vaguely remember some kind of mention of a GAME. What better way to get some LAUGHS than to TROLL THE HELL OUT OF PEOPLE?

You can't help but SMILE LIKE AN EVIL MASTERMIND.


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Faye Argent
So it seems that ARMAGGEDON is upon you, and without EMISSARY DOOM KITTENS at that. Shame. If you stopped to think of the ramifications of this all, you might think that it's all a bit SURREAL. but you're too busy trying to get things done to stop. It's out of the question.

You've just heard about what could be the SALVATION of you and your friends in the form of a GAME. You know very little about it, a state of affairs you intend to rectify IMMEDIATELY. You can't plan ahead properly if you don't know what you're trying to get ahead in. Knowing hope has some sort of tangible form now means that you have a target that you can DOGGEDLY PURSUE until it's within your manicured grasp.

Everyone is going to be alright if you get your way. And you're excellent at getting it when you mean to.

Time to get to work.



gyrateConnoisseur [GC] at ?:?? opened memo on board PSA RE: The End of the World and You

GC: If you haven't been pulled up to speed, let me be brief.
GC: The world might very well end, today.
GC: You've now been briefed.
GC: No, I'm not on anything, no I will not share with the rest of the class. Yes, I realize that it's crazy. Really, I do.
GC: I've just heard something about a game, and how it can save us all, and seeing as how a lot of things have been getting around, lately, I can't have been the second to hear about it. The first being the one who told me about it, obviously.
GC: But there's not a lot I know about it, so, would those in the know twinform the rest of us?
GC: Look. To the skeptics, I get it, I'm still sceptical, but I've done the research, and evidence doesn't lie. Whatever is going on with the meteors, it's not good, and it's not letting up.
GC: Just come play a merry, little game with your friends. If I'm wrong, you'll all gain an anecdote about how they went crazy today and will have the awesome opportunity of beating that dead horse into the ground for months to come. I'm even prepared to pretend to get ruffled over it every time. Won't that be grand? That'll be grand, won't it? It's a win-win situation.
GC: I'm assuming that you're all giving some kind of affirmative, and am now moving on.
GC: I'm told that this configuration is not a free-for-all, but circular. I can't argue with that development choice, but it will take some planning to make sure that everyone is literally kept in the loop.
GC: If I'm interpreting this correctly, who is linked up to whom, already, if anyone?
GC: Finally, when's the last anyone's heard from Chrysi? When has anyone heard from Chrysi last, finally?