on game searching

[carptricks]

HEY!

[dramatic point!1]

Don't think I don't see you agonizing over finding a new game for me over there! D'you know what happened the last ten million times I let you pick out a game without any of my input? [scowls] Of course you do! You were behind your computer screen, sitting in your stupid cozy recliner, laughing like a madwoman while I did all of the heavy lifting. Well, not anymore!

[a flick of his wrist and as mall puff of pink smoke, and he pulls a rolled up piece of paper straight out of thin air. another flick and the sheet unravels, the ends of it trailing against the ground at his feet]

[yeah. YEAH.]

I've got a list of mandatory requirements this new game of yours has to meet in order to be eligible for application. You ready? [he clears his throat with a cough, and begins to read]

One: no amnesia.

Two: seriously, no amnesia

Three: I'm not kidding about this amnesia thing, don't give me amnesia again.

Four: no murder

Five: I'm not kidding about the no murder clause either

Six: a new username that does not contain a pun involving the freaky, scaly devils of the sea. What the heck is even wrong with your dumb brain for you to come up with something like this, geez!

[he glances up from his list, both eyebrows raised]

Seems pretty reasonable to me, huh? It's only a small sample of the requirements I've got, but--







-- HEY! What d'you mean you could just app an entirely new character instead?!

Comments

[carptricks]

Ha ha. . .

. . . is it stuffy in there? Dusty? Filled with cobwebs?

[proudsoldier]

Mostly filled with other people in the same boat as you.

We play cards a lot.



Not always the polite kind. Depends on which of the girls are taking part.

[carptricks]

. . .

Are the girls cute?

[because if so hey maybe he could get used to life within the box]

[proudsoldier]

Sure are~

Granted, most of them are taken. And none of them are Aeris.

Not to mention the dragon takes up a lot of room.

[carptricks]

[damn it]

Tell the dragon to go get his own box, then.

[proudsoldier]

If only it worked that way.

He's a nice guy, just... big.

...And likes to collect stained glass windows, which are also big.

[carptricks]

Sounds like a couple of stained glass windows would spice up your boring box pretty nicely.

[he says with a grin]

[proudsoldier]

Sure, if there was anywhere to put them...

[carptricks]

The sides of the box? Y'know. . . hang 'em up, like posters.

[helpful??]

[proudsoldier]

You're underestimating how many he has.

[carptricks]

. . .

Sounds like it's time to petition your mun for an entirely new box.

[proudsoldier]

Maybe a cabin... Or better yet, a vacation home.

[carptricks]

Complete with cable and a fully functional game room.

And a pool.

[proudsoldier]

Plus a beach and room service.


Come to think of it, we'd better be careful how we word it, or she might just send us to that Clearwater place again.

[carptricks]

[. . . HA]

Now those sure are some old memories. . .

[proudsoldier]

Been there yourself?

[carptricks]

Long time ago.

Really long time ago.

[proudsoldier]

And you're still out and about? *whistles* Good for you.

[carptricks]

Yeah, well.







My mun's crazy.

[proudsoldier]

Aren't they all.

[carptricks]

Crazier than most.

[proudsoldier]

I was going to say "at least they aren't Hojo crazy". But then I remembered some of the places they've put us.