John: Pester someone's server player.
hey rose! Hi. how are you doing? i don't even remember the last time we talked. i have been so busy. and it looks like you have been too. i mean, hopy shit! my house is HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE! Actually, building up your house has been one of the more trivial ways I've passed the time. Great swaths of the structure may be copied and pasted with little architectural consideration. I've only bothered to do so while in contemplation. It's relaxing. oh. well, it must have cost a fortune! We have a lot of grist. how much? I don't recall any hard figures off hand. Last I checked, more than a million units of several different types. Torrented between the three of us. torrented? Shared, through an application. I unlocked the disc from your registry, and deployed it. I convinced your nanna to install it on your computer. Before an imp threw it out the window, that is. you got her to do that? but she's an old lady! also, a ghost. My methods of persuasion have been improving. also, she is really tricky, and plays lots of pranks. did she try to prank you? No. huh. i guess you enjoyed the prankster's gambit on that exchange then. ? oh yeah... what's up with the alchemiter? it looks weird. Upgrades. did you get nanna to do that too? No, your consorts were utilized for that. the salamanders?? Yes. They seem eager to receive simple instruction. I'm guessing they find their way back to your house to allow the client player to remain productive while the server player is away. they aren't very smart... No, they aren't. i'm surprised they even understand what to do. Like I said. Coercion hasn't been much of a problem. yeah... uh... what exactly does that mean? what have you been doing this whole time??? Why don't you tell me what you've been up to first? I've been curious, but too preoccupied to inquire. well, i have been talking to a lot of trolls, for one thing. they sure are a talkative bunch! I've noticed. and then i cloned some slime babies in the veil. Did you? yes. um... ok, long story short is, jade is my slime clone sister, and dave is your slime clone brother, and we were all born today! Yes. yes? I figured that out. oh. Anything else? umm... then i fell asleep, and woke up on the battlefield. oh! rose, i am fairly sure i saw your mom! You did? Are you sure it was her? well, it was a nice and proper looking lady, with a pink scarf, so... i dunno, who else would that be! That was likely her. How was she? fine, i guess... she was with my dad. That's interesting. yeah! Did she seem happy? happy? wow, i dunno. i don't really know her well enough to say, i guess? plus, i was a little distracted. maybe i will find out next time i go to sleep. Fair enough. now stop being so spookily mysterious and tell me what you've been doing! Investigating, mostly. investigating what? Everything there is to investigate. Information hidden in the lore of our lands, concealed in ruins and riddles. I'm looking for whatever there is to discover about the game, and more importantly, whatever exceeds its boundaries. The cloaked traces of myth beyond its scope. its scope? oh, rose, did you know that we are supposed to be creating a universe with this game? Yes. i think that's pretty neat! It is, in principle. But it won't happen. so you believe the trolls then? It's not a matter of believing them. The writing is on the wall. Literally. it is? This session was never meant to bear fruit. It's barren, so to speak. that's a bit of a bummer! i am still skeptical about that, though. That's why you're our leader, John. huh? Optimism through stalwart skepticism is a defect not everyone is lucky enough to be cursed with. that's stupid. i'm not your leader, i am your FRIEND, there is a BIG difference! Statements like that are also why you're our leader. pff. laaaaaaaame. Yes, kind of. so, if you're sure that we are going to fail... what is the point of everything we're doing? Simple. The objective is no longer to win. um... i mean, what are we actually shooting for here? To do as much damage to the game as possible. To rip its stitches and pry answers from the seams. We will snatch purpose from the jaws of futility. Are you ready to wreak some havoc, John? i suddenly don't understand anything.
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