Welcome to the New Extreme [Ready to start taking Trolls]

[ZimbuTessen]

==> Run like a Huss and get away from the glowy thing.

Again, you have no idea what that means, or what a Huss is, and you'll have nothing to do with it.
.....
However, you will get far away from the Sprite and continue killing the imps.

SM: So almost all have been introduced, and I don't mean to b***h, but can someone tell me which way is which?
SM: I feel pretty lost, which is sad for a Wizard... oh my god ********>  

[Mad Haru]

((Sotha Sil is not an indefinite object. There is only one Sotha Sil.))

TB: I have never seen so many automatons in my life.
TB: Shor help me, I may even squee.

> Jack: Enter the settlement like an excited schoolgirl.

No. ******** no. You'll enter with the dignity and grace of-- oh who are you kidding. You rush towards the settlement gleefully.  

[Enirehtak Airotciv]

You wake up fairly late, therefor start playing the game fairly later than anyone else. You just barely manage to get your soda bottle open before your house was hit by a fire.

Land of Sun and Steal

The world you had ended up in seems to be VERY warm. In fact the landscape doesn't seem natural. In fact you are sure your house had become a ship of some sort.

IE: anyone else get sent to a weird world?
IE: or did I somehow get high off of something....?
IE: in a way I hope i'm high on something.
IE: anyone there?

[Just a warning I might disappear completely]  

[Mad Haru]

TB: I can't hear you over the sound of these ******** robots.

These automatons are acting rather strangely. They appear to be working, but it is uncertain what they are working on. You attempt to approach one, but it shoos you off, with the insistence that Sotha Sil's city must run perfectly. Any interruptions, and the great pocket-watch may be off by several seconds, maybe even more.  

[Enirehtak Airotciv]

IE: robots? rly? As far as I can see my house became a boat... and are these weird bears.

You looked out of the window. Outside the imps mostly look like bears for some reason. Maybe because you used a teddy bear for prototyping? Who is to say anyway?

===> Pick up scissor

You figure you might need a weapon. The only thing decent you were able to find around your room is a pair of scissors. You quickly pick it up. Now you are ready to fight those things. Whatever they are.  

[Mad Haru]

TB: Can't you read the manual or something? Buying a game without even knowing the basic premise, shame on you.  

[Enirehtak Airotciv]

IE: the manual gave me the impression that this was some sort of sim game. not some adventure that literally sucks you into it.
IE: at least i know that i'm not high or anything.  

[Zelly-fangirl]

LG: gotta admit, IE's got a point
LG: I was expecting my Sims to do the a**-kicking around here, not me
LG: even then, the manual didn't exactly mention the goal here
LG: hopefully said goal involves getting out of Vegas before I have a seizure

The imps seemed to have back off for now, giving you some time to wander around and explore. You have to admit, the locals are actually kinda cute. Blinding lights aside, you think the world's pretty damn sweet too. It's like living in a casino, but without all the confusing methods of losing money; you mean gambling.

 

[Mad Haru]

You decide to walk around the slightly more deserted areas of this 'city'. You take a look at your pocket-watch. You are incredibly exhausted. Perhaps a nap is needed. Luckily, your house isn't too far away. Just... past all those imps. Oh, well. It's a good thing you decided to use your weighted dice. It's also a good thing that your dice are usable as weapons. But you shouldn't press your luck. Maybe you should switch to the PISTOLKIND abstratus your SISTER told you to use in emergencies. Unfortunately, it's at your house. Way to be prepared, numbnuts. Maybe this is why you were kicked out of the Boy Scouts.  

[M3Gnificent]

AH: It's more fun this way, though.
AH: Nothing like putting your own personal touch to things.

You decide that dillydallying about like this will serve no real purpose. If you are going to keep in contact with those wierdos, you realise that you need some form of portable computer - or pretty much anything that served a similar purpose.

==>

You look to the knife in your hand. It occurs to you that a computer that you could stab s**t with would be kick a**. Unfortunately, that would also be horrendously inconvenient. So instead you decide to scrounge around through your things until you can find something more useful in that regard.  

[Mad Haru]

After a grueling bit of grinding, you make it to your house, which has been thoroughly vandalized by imps.

TB: Oh, I bet my room is just going to be ruined.  

[Zelly-fangirl]

While wandering the flashing streets, you stumble across the town square. And holy crap this place suddenly got awesome. It's a stage. Like a full blown concert stage. Like the ones rock stars play on.

LG: ******** the imps
LG: I want to live here

>> Be the star. Rock the ******** out.

No. That's silly. You don't live here, and you have more pressing matters that you should really be--

Oh who are you kidding. You don't get a chance like this every day! You jump right on that stage, whip out your guitar, and start letting loose some totally rockin' riffs for your growing crowd of snakey dudes.
YES. HELL YES. HELL ******** YES.
It's like your dream come true! If your dream consisted of fighting off freakish imp things in sailor scout costumes before playing for a crowd of snakes in a world made of neon.

 

[Enirehtak Airotciv]

IE: well, i suppose this would be interesting.

You decide to take a look around your house boat. First you take a quick glance at your walls which is nearly fully covered with video game posters. One that stood one was for a game that recently was released called Dream Drop Distance. It is yet another game you would look forward to playing. Assuming you'd be able to.

You think of yourself pretty fortunate that you have yet to encounter many imps, and the ones who have ran into so far were all pretty weak. Which isn't much of a surprise since you just started playing. You vaguely wondered if the imps would get stronger along the way, and if there is a way to level up. If that was the case this would be interesting. Like a real life RPG.

As you come across the kitchen you notice a cake laying on the table. It was the cake you made last night. It is such a nice looking cake. Perhaps the best you have ever made.

==>Throw the cake at the wall

That just sounds stupid. You were planning on eating this cake later. But perhaps it wouldn't be bad to throw a cake that has already gone stale. Opening the fridge you noticed it was filled completely with cake, and energy drinks. Looks like you'd need to empty the fridge for your newest cake.

Carefully taking a half eaten cake which was already stale you replace it with your newest cake. Within minutes the stale cake went splat onto the wall. You can't help but to giggle a little at the slight.

Alright, enough of this bullshit. Might as well try to do something useful.  

[Mad Haru]

Luckily for you, the imps here aren't quite so bad, and you deal with them quickly. Now, you suppose, you can get your PISTOL MODUS, and OH WHAT THE HELL IS THIS. Your room has been horribly vandalized. Your posters have been torn, save for a few on the far wall. Luckily, these were your favorites. You take one off the wall and captchalogue it. Item alchemy seems like the best way to go. First, however, you reach under your bed for your pistol modus. You equip the weapon inside, a revolver.

> POSE LIKE A TEAM, BECAUSE s**t JUST GOT REAL.

What? That's patently ridiculous. Who would you pose with? You make a sweet pose with your gun anyways, however.  

[Zelly-fangirl]

After a few renditions of some Paramore songs, you decide that's enough dicking around. You decide to head back to your house and d**k around with things for a bit. It's become blatantly obvious that your guitar alone will be enough and you think you ought to make a few upgrades to your arsenal before the next wave of imps comes about. When you get there, you can't tell what mess you created and what mess the imps did. Either way, you kick the stragglers right out and start scavenging for anything in tact that could have kickass results. AND THEN IT'S ******** CHRISTMAS IN HERE.

Your alchemizer gets a lot of use as you throw all sorts of things into it. You got that guitar upgrade you wanted in the form of your new HOLY AXE. Seeing as how you're not in Kansas anymore, metaphorically speaking (you're actually from L.A.), you also update your wardrobe. You're rather fond of your new TRON TUNES look. It's a snazzy little dark red get up with vibrant neon lines that change colors going down the shirt like the neck of a guitar and the capris have musical bars circling the legs. And then to be ridiculous and redundant, you throw in your Rock Band guitar for kicks to make the ROCKET RIFF, a flying, rocket-powered guitar whose code still makes you giggle. PTWAAANG. Maybe you should've tried to craft a Haruhara Haruko costume instead. You'd list the rest of your creations, but you think you've gushed on them enough as is.

((I've been trying to come up with a plot to keep things moving along down the line, and I was wondering what you all thought of some Bec Noir/Black Queen expy that's got the deux ex machina powers of Sailor Moon because of what *checks character list* SM prototyped his sprite with. XD ))