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scrib2013-03-05 02:46 am
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==>BHARAL: SEND VIDEO CHAT REQUEST? [OPEN]
You certainly could do that, if you were Bharal, and were also near your computer. However, neither of these things are true. Bharal has been lost in the twisting, maze-like, and downright hostile confines of his Land since almost immediately after he entered the game. A large group of imps had broken into his hive shortly after entry, and, among other methods of causing trouble, they had set a small fire. This spread to his lusus' fur, panicking him, and causing him to plow straight through the wall and out into the Land of ERROR and Frog's bizarre countryside. Bharal, being a caring and dutiful ward, went off in search of his caretaker.
Not that anyone else could have known about any of this. Bharal has been unreachable since about five minutes after his entry, not having the time to experiment with alchemization enough to produce any mobile computing solutions, so you would be forgiven for thinking some kind of terrible fate had befallen him.
But, if you are not BHARAL SERALA, then who could you be....?
You are now BAADAD. You have a VARIETY of INTERESTS, which include EATING GRASS, MAKING FRIENDS, EATING MORE GRASS, EXPLORING NEW AND INTERESTING AND OCCASIONALLY DANGEROUS PLACES, DOTING ON YOUR BELOVED WARD, and, oh yes, EATING GRASS. Despite how much capslock there was in that last sentence, you actually have a VERY KIND AND GENTLE DISPOSITION, preferring to settle matters over a nice plate of grass than through fisticuffs. You also have RATHER TERRIBLE EYESIGHT, though you do not let that stop you from ADVENTURES!!! You have enough WOOL to be NEARLY SPHERICAL, and HORNS very similar to those of your aforementioned WARD, of whom you are very fond.
After that rather frightening ordeal with the imps and their fire, you spent time roaming this new countryside, sampling their FINE, EXOTIC GRASS. In this case, "FINE" and "EXOTIC" are synonyms for "TERRIBLE", and "TASTES LIKE ROTTING GARBAGE". Some short time after, however, you made it back to your hive, and have been awaiting Bharal's return. You will really have to have him plant some new seed, that tastes less like BARF.
But, you might be asking, what of this VIDEO CHAT REQUEST? Well, you see, Bharal's lusus is not very skilled with computers. He may have bumped his hooves against the keyboard, attempting to make this strange magical square tell him where Bharal is. It, however, did not deem Baadad fit to learn of it's sorceries, and made many strange and puzzling sounds the more Baadad rammed his head into it. Eventually, he managed to send a video chat request, to every online user. One would think that this is not a function any reasonable chat client would have, and they would be correct, but Baadad works in mysterious ways.
So it is with the above image that any who accept the chat request are greeted, the only changes being the occasional lowering of the head, to acquire more delicious grass. He thought ahead and put some in a bowl, so he can keep watch over this magical eye, in case it shows him where Bharal is.
It takes about a half an hour for something interesting to actually happen. The door to the room opens, and a weary-looking Bharal stumbles in, covered in minor cuts and scrapes, clothes a little tattered. He drops his staff and bag, his head lowered, and looks rather upset. Baadad stands up and bleats happily, and Bharal's head snaps up, his frown turning into a grin at the familiar sound. He runs forward, leaping into a hug around his lusus' neck. It's while Bharal is telling him to be more careful, to never run off like that again, where he can't find him, where he might get hurt, that he seems to notice the webcam is broadcasting. He rubs his eyes before looking into it. "O-Oh, hello, I suppose. I apologize for the abruptness, but..." He turns the webcam off, but a moment later:
-- defectiveSaboteur [DS] has signed on. --
Many thanks to Sig for the speedy, and yet excellent arts!
Not that anyone else could have known about any of this. Bharal has been unreachable since about five minutes after his entry, not having the time to experiment with alchemization enough to produce any mobile computing solutions, so you would be forgiven for thinking some kind of terrible fate had befallen him.
But, if you are not BHARAL SERALA, then who could you be....?
You are now BAADAD. You have a VARIETY of INTERESTS, which include EATING GRASS, MAKING FRIENDS, EATING MORE GRASS, EXPLORING NEW AND INTERESTING AND OCCASIONALLY DANGEROUS PLACES, DOTING ON YOUR BELOVED WARD, and, oh yes, EATING GRASS. Despite how much capslock there was in that last sentence, you actually have a VERY KIND AND GENTLE DISPOSITION, preferring to settle matters over a nice plate of grass than through fisticuffs. You also have RATHER TERRIBLE EYESIGHT, though you do not let that stop you from ADVENTURES!!! You have enough WOOL to be NEARLY SPHERICAL, and HORNS very similar to those of your aforementioned WARD, of whom you are very fond.
After that rather frightening ordeal with the imps and their fire, you spent time roaming this new countryside, sampling their FINE, EXOTIC GRASS. In this case, "FINE" and "EXOTIC" are synonyms for "TERRIBLE", and "TASTES LIKE ROTTING GARBAGE". Some short time after, however, you made it back to your hive, and have been awaiting Bharal's return. You will really have to have him plant some new seed, that tastes less like BARF.
But, you might be asking, what of this VIDEO CHAT REQUEST? Well, you see, Bharal's lusus is not very skilled with computers. He may have bumped his hooves against the keyboard, attempting to make this strange magical square tell him where Bharal is. It, however, did not deem Baadad fit to learn of it's sorceries, and made many strange and puzzling sounds the more Baadad rammed his head into it. Eventually, he managed to send a video chat request, to every online user. One would think that this is not a function any reasonable chat client would have, and they would be correct, but Baadad works in mysterious ways.
So it is with the above image that any who accept the chat request are greeted, the only changes being the occasional lowering of the head, to acquire more delicious grass. He thought ahead and put some in a bowl, so he can keep watch over this magical eye, in case it shows him where Bharal is.
It takes about a half an hour for something interesting to actually happen. The door to the room opens, and a weary-looking Bharal stumbles in, covered in minor cuts and scrapes, clothes a little tattered. He drops his staff and bag, his head lowered, and looks rather upset. Baadad stands up and bleats happily, and Bharal's head snaps up, his frown turning into a grin at the familiar sound. He runs forward, leaping into a hug around his lusus' neck. It's while Bharal is telling him to be more careful, to never run off like that again, where he can't find him, where he might get hurt, that he seems to notice the webcam is broadcasting. He rubs his eyes before looking into it. "O-Oh, hello, I suppose. I apologize for the abruptness, but..." He turns the webcam off, but a moment later:
-- defectiveSaboteur [DS] has signed on. --
Many thanks to Sig for the speedy, and yet excellent arts!
no subject
Cea5e;
U-Uh;
P1ea5e?
no subject
I'm so fucking done with all of you
have fun trying to survive this game without me
much less winning it
-- blacoutEtude [BE] has ceased responding to memo --