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==> PHERAE: EMERGE
Your name is PHERAE ELAPHA, and never in all your sweeps have you been SO OVERWHELMED.
And, frankly, you're not so sure about the "emerging," either. The narrow windows at the top of this tower are just the right dimensions for you to fire your bow through, and it makes you feel much better to be able to do exactly that, despite the current TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES rendering your efforts at self-defense a bit pointless.
Who was it that Kaprao said had made this game? In hindsight, maybe you really should have asked him.
As-is, you'll let your bow do the "emerging" for you: you fit your arrow through the narrow gap in the rough stone wall and let it fly. The thick thorny brambles — curling up the sides of the tower and forming a dense undergrowth that in places rises halfway as tall as the tower itself — provide excellent coverage for the imps below, but that's not really the problem. THE PROBLEM is that, as soon as your arrow hits the largest of your enemies, an enormous ogre covered in deceptively charming-looking flowers, and with antlers like those of your own lusus (hits him right in the eye, too, you note with a kind of beleaguered satisfaction), an ERROR MESSAGE flashes up: "INVALID TARGET." And then the arrow glances off him and hits the ground instead.
A good thing none of the helpful little half-troll-half-bleatbeasts are nearby; they, unfortunately, don't seem to be anything resembling immune to friendly fire. They'd been so excited when you first met them, kept calling you "the Maid," chattering something about some "great mother, lost." You still can't forgive yourself for getting one of them killed the first time this glitch appeared. Poor little Acty. He'd been such a promising young scientist, too.
It's been two days since that happened, and a day since you holed yourself up in one of the many TOWERS dotting the landscape of your planet, which the troll/bleatbeasts have told you is called the LAND OF THORNS AND FROGS. (True enough, there seem to be a number of frogs tucked away in nooks and crannies in the dense thorns. Some are gruesomely impaled, but most are, strangely enough, ASLEEP.) You had been out on an extremely promising ZOOLOGICAL RESEARCH MISSION when the whole thing started, so it's the best you can do for shelter, separated from your hive and your husktop.
You fire another volley of arrows, mostly on principle, then switch to using your rope to lasso and toss off an intrepid imp climbing the side of the tower. Deermomsprite, for her part, smacks one down with one of her newly acquired tentacles. (In another bit of hindsight, using your squiddle plush for the second prototyping may not have been the best choice.)
Surely this will be over soon, you tell yourself. It's going to have to be...
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LATER, POST-RESCUE:
-- tenderAgrotera [TA] has signed on. --
And, frankly, you're not so sure about the "emerging," either. The narrow windows at the top of this tower are just the right dimensions for you to fire your bow through, and it makes you feel much better to be able to do exactly that, despite the current TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES rendering your efforts at self-defense a bit pointless.
Who was it that Kaprao said had made this game? In hindsight, maybe you really should have asked him.
As-is, you'll let your bow do the "emerging" for you: you fit your arrow through the narrow gap in the rough stone wall and let it fly. The thick thorny brambles — curling up the sides of the tower and forming a dense undergrowth that in places rises halfway as tall as the tower itself — provide excellent coverage for the imps below, but that's not really the problem. THE PROBLEM is that, as soon as your arrow hits the largest of your enemies, an enormous ogre covered in deceptively charming-looking flowers, and with antlers like those of your own lusus (hits him right in the eye, too, you note with a kind of beleaguered satisfaction), an ERROR MESSAGE flashes up: "INVALID TARGET." And then the arrow glances off him and hits the ground instead.
A good thing none of the helpful little half-troll-half-bleatbeasts are nearby; they, unfortunately, don't seem to be anything resembling immune to friendly fire. They'd been so excited when you first met them, kept calling you "the Maid," chattering something about some "great mother, lost." You still can't forgive yourself for getting one of them killed the first time this glitch appeared. Poor little Acty. He'd been such a promising young scientist, too.
It's been two days since that happened, and a day since you holed yourself up in one of the many TOWERS dotting the landscape of your planet, which the troll/bleatbeasts have told you is called the LAND OF THORNS AND FROGS. (True enough, there seem to be a number of frogs tucked away in nooks and crannies in the dense thorns. Some are gruesomely impaled, but most are, strangely enough, ASLEEP.) You had been out on an extremely promising ZOOLOGICAL RESEARCH MISSION when the whole thing started, so it's the best you can do for shelter, separated from your hive and your husktop.
You fire another volley of arrows, mostly on principle, then switch to using your rope to lasso and toss off an intrepid imp climbing the side of the tower. Deermomsprite, for her part, smacks one down with one of her newly acquired tentacles. (In another bit of hindsight, using your squiddle plush for the second prototyping may not have been the best choice.)
Surely this will be over soon, you tell yourself. It's going to have to be...
---
LATER, POST-RESCUE:
-- tenderAgrotera [TA] has signed on. --
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and their server order changed
they're most |ike|y dead
so urm
anyone going quiet for more than a few hours is
pretty worrying by now
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( we never even really... got to know so many of them... )
( but the ones i had met seemed so interesting and now... )
( ...i'm sorry, i... i should probably be better at this... )
( and i'm sorry for worrying you, too. )
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things have been happening
and sometimes shit just happens
and most of the a|iens seemed |ike they're okay peop|e
You are not one to normally swear much, but frankly you cannot think of a more apt way to state this.
just
hopefu||y you won't end up disappearing |ike that again?
as circumstances a||ow anyway
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( well, i'm... going to try very hard not to disappear again. )
( i promise. )
( i just meant... you know... i'm not sure whether i should be letting these things affect me... )
Survival of the fittest, right? ...Right?
( hopefully you don't mind me asking but... are you... doing alright? )
( i don't mean in terms of the danger... just... you know, with everything that has been happening... )
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it's fine
i mean
i'm starting to think with this game
it's not even just a matter of being weak or strong
sometimes you get cut down because things happen
and you cou|dn't see it coming
...and in any case
this isn't |ike A|ternia
it's not |ike this is some kind of competition
Though god you wish this game was nothing like Alternia, which it unfortunately still kind of is.
mmm
i've been fine
i guess
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( as long as...you think you're alright... i guess there's no reason for me to worry... )
( but, you know, i think you're right about the game... )
( for all the fascinating things that it has to discover... it can also be remarkably random, and, in that sense...very cruel. )
( i hadn't really wanted to say anything...but the reason i was unable to communicate — the trouble with my planet that i mentioned — was because the game... it made it so i couldn't hurt a lot of the enemies, and hurt my consorts instead... )
( i really might have...starved...from the siege if it hadn't been for avispa and phylus, and... )
( ...perrix. )
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Which still isn't very confidence-inspiring, to be honest.
so
|ike |ife
except the game is far more systematic about it
but
that sounds ridicu|ous
i mean in the sense that you had to dea| with that
how are you supposed to progress |ike that?
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( because yes, that's exactly it: it seems to go...directly counter to the goals of the game, and even its own stated mechanics! )
( it's not as though...i got any kind of grist...when one of my consorts died... )
( kaprao, i...never really asked you this before... )
( but, this game... remind me how you got it? and... )
( ...are you certain that you can really trust the source? )
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|ike
a|| the numerous g|itches there a|ready are
urm
i got this from a friend who
admitted|y kind of programmed this on re|ative|y short notice
since she got to|d "by the way the wor|d is going to end through meteors"
by my former moirai| who had visions
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( i...guess that would...make it hard to make everything perfect... having to code everything on such short notice... )
( also, kaprao... you knew a lot of trolls i never did. )
( i guess i also never really thought about that before... )
( but then, of course, i never really knew many trolls at all... )
( so...i'm sorry, that i never your moirail, before... )
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i don't even know how i know as many tro||s as i do
or
how i ended up being the one recruiting a|most everybody
that's in our session right now
and
urm
it's okay
i kind of get the fee|ing that most peop|e wou|dn't |ike him that much
if they had actua||y met him