Sburb/Sgrub Rp humans, cherubs, and trolls allowed. Ocs only

~crazySquid [CS] began trolling germinatingGolem [GG]~


CS:Hey. I k^ow you're the world's biggest a**hole but this game sou^ds fu^ a^d you tech^ically are my frie^d so, let's play! I'm the first to co^^ect, a^d waiti^g...
GG: Okay, one, that's hurtful.
GG: Two, exe<ute your <lient file.
GG: Three, turn aroun/) and tell me what you see.
CS:Sorry about the rude comme^t, I'm just havi^g a bad day
CS:Also, wtf is goi^g o^, a^d how are you doi^g it?!
CS:A^d ca^ you please put it dow^, some of the stuff i^ there is from you.
CS:Also, you forgot 2 of our frie^ds! >~<
GG: If they weren't in the memo it's be<ause either they didn't respond, or I don't have them on my contact list.
GG: So how many of us are playing now?
GG: I suggest running your server file.
GG: Like... Now.
CS:It fi^ished loadi^g...
GG: Just wait for the game to prompt you for a link.
GG: If our frien/)s aren't lazy, it shoul/)n't take long.
GG: So...
GG: How are you?

Jeryon passes idle chatter, knowing that if he wants to play the game, and there needs to be this chained structure, he should probably go last, to avoid any confusion. And at the pace he saw this moving, Jeryon know that would be a while still. He pushes his chair away from the desk and grabs his mobile device, which lags for a second while Trollian updates itself with the conversations he had taken part in, saving copies of their transcripts in a separate file with other text documents, serving as a backup. He had found that Trollian liked to overwrite its own logs rather quickly, so he had one of his friends write a script that would back up all of the chats that were on his desktop device to his mobile. He captchalogged the mobile in his PRISON MODUS, an apparatus that locked each item into a jail cell and gave him a physical key to unlock said cell. There is a JAILBREAK function and a BAIL function, the prior of which launched everything inside outwards, making a real mess, but it was useful if he lost a key or his entire key ring, which he now had attached to his waist through a belt loop and by a thin chord. He wasn't losing that thing again. The BAIL function required a currency that Jeryon guessed the manufacturers of the Modus made to have a larger inflow of profit for easier use by the consumer. The keys this modus made sometimes scared him, but most of them were normal, tiny, boring keys. But one, which he now kept in his strife portfolio, was large, jagged, and made a pretty good sword-type thing.

He walked outside brushing off his Lusus's shriek of concern. It was a beautiful night, and would have been more beautiful if not for the dungeon in the caves below his hive, from which screams and moans of tortured trolls could be heard all through the day, as sunlight seeped through the cracks and burnt those not paying attention. The highbloods liked having Jeryon and a few other young trolls around the entrance. It kept the caves seeming more like the den of a Lusus, and less like a less-than-regulation prison. Jeryon had always thought it weird, that through all the brutality low-bloods and criminals faced, there were strict regulations in place. He didn't mind it all too much though, the high-bloods running it kept his Lusus fed with all of the executions, and those who died in the gladiatorial fights that took place a few times every sweep. He would have never guessed if not for that one night every so often that trolls seem to show up on the horizon more frequently than usual, cheers mix in with the tortured noises from below throughout the next solar passing, and the following night, a large group of trolls leaves the area. Jeryon had plotted out on a calendar when these events took place, and if he was correct, there should be one happening this coming solar pass.

He shook off the feeling of dread that suddenly washed over him and went to a small crack in the rock, a ways away from his hive and the entrance to the caves. He laid on his stomach and dropped a pebble into the crack. He was met with a familiar voice, "Ye ceme beck, eh? E den't heve mech lenger new. Sen es pesseng cleser end cleser te me hed. Cen't meve mech ether. Step cemeng te se me." Jeryon smiled, "<ome on, Abagoi. I like <oming to see you." "Teneght well be the lest. Execeten wes meved sener, gerds well be swermeng the plece sen enegh. bet hey, E mede ye semetheng te remember me by." The adult troll slides a necklace up through the crack, it was a small piece of stone carved into the shape of his hemosign, and a small glass vial of his blood. "Thank you... I /)on't know where you get these things, but i /)o appre/)iate this." A shout could be heard from inside. "Gette ge ked," his speech wasn't all too great, but he paused and spoke properly as his final words to Jeryon, "See ya in the next life." Jeryon stood up silently, putting the thin chord around his neck and walking back toward his Hive, it was about to be light outside, and he could see a steady stream of trolls, High-Bloods, most likely, on the hill over, disappearing down what was probably another entrance to the caves.

Jeryon sat, just outside his lawnring, and looked at his phone for any new notifications.