05-26-2016, 05:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2016, 08:56 AM by Soldier 75.)
A quick glance toward the sky reminds you of the encroaching darkness. Fear of what lays hidden within the durky depths of night grips you, and quickly you scurry through the back door. After sliding the heavy bolt into place, you recommence the scurrying, quickly reaching the second floor. Down the hallway your feet go. Passing the room containing the computer, you notice that you staff is still propped up next to it. A face-palming is in order for your forgetfulness. Slapping the palm to your face, you deal out the proper punishment for this offense. You shall be reminded of this day the next time you leave your staff. The door bangs open as you enter, knocking over a few books behind it.
Opening your computer's file list, you select the OSburb file, and send a copy to Frisk. Jumping up (with your staff this time), you start to head toward your bedroom, until you remember that you still have some business in your basement to deal with. Heading downstairs, you reach the locked door underneath the stairwell. Pulling out your ring of keys on a string around your neck, you select the corresponding key and insert it. The lock clicks open, and you begin to descend down the rickety wooden stairs.
Descending into the increasingly cold darkness, you instinctively swipe a flashlight as you past a recessed alcove. Hitting the button, the light illuminates the large cellar. Several crates lay stacked upon the wall. A quick examination confirms that all your food is still there, and in pristine condition. Finally, you turn to the several locked doors arrayed around the walls. The farthest closet from the stairs is your destination, and you waste no more time as you hurry to it. Selecting one of your many keys, you slide it into the lock, and open the door.
Various papers are strewn about the room, filled with your own notes. A solid oak table dominates the back wall, with bits of machinery upon it. Square in the middle sits an old computer, and you soon sit down in the well-worn chair. You press a button, and the screen brightens marginally, and a flashing green bar appears. You pull out the hidden keyboard, and swipe off the dust with an adjacent cloth. "I have Osburb now, what should I do?" you type. Within, moments, a reply appears. "Good. That's all I needed you to do. You have been very cooperative. Thank you." Satisfied, you shut the device down, and head back upstairs. Entering one of many bedrooms, you stow your staff in its usual resting place upon the bedside table, and lay down on the over-sized bed to catch some well-earned sleep.
Whoops.
Your pesterchum application seems to be running still, and someone is trying to contact you. Opening up the client, you check just who is calling you at such an unruly time at night. You realize that Frisk is trying to contact you.
[spoiler]-- freskAbenet [FA] began pestering nocturnalNerd [NN] at 13:13:02 --
NN: "Hey, It's Been A While. How Are You Doing?"
NN: "I'm Quite Fine. So What Did You Contact Me For?" "Oh... um..."
NN: "Yeah, It's Nice To Talk To You Again!"
NN: "Have You Heard About Osburb, Perhaps?"
NN: "It's Apparently This New Game. I'm Not Quite Sure What It's About, But A Certain Person Kept Pushing Me Until I Downloaded It."
NN: "Actually, I Can't Quite Recall Who... Strange."
NN: "Would You Like Me To Send The File Over?"
NN: "If It's Fine With You."
NN: "Ok, Sending It Now."
NN: "You're Welcome!"
-- freskabenet [FA] ceased pestering nocturnalnerd [NN] at 13:15:35 --[/spoiler]
NN: "Hey, It's Been A While. How Are You Doing?"
NN: "I'm Quite Fine. So What Did You Contact Me For?" "Oh... um..."
NN: "Yeah, It's Nice To Talk To You Again!"
NN: "Have You Heard About Osburb, Perhaps?"
NN: "It's Apparently This New Game. I'm Not Quite Sure What It's About, But A Certain Person Kept Pushing Me Until I Downloaded It."
NN: "Actually, I Can't Quite Recall Who... Strange."
NN: "Would You Like Me To Send The File Over?"
NN: "If It's Fine With You."
NN: "Ok, Sending It Now."
NN: "You're Welcome!"
-- freskabenet [FA] ceased pestering nocturnalnerd [NN] at 13:15:35 --[/spoiler]
Opening your computer's file list, you select the OSburb file, and send a copy to Frisk. Jumping up (with your staff this time), you start to head toward your bedroom, until you remember that you still have some business in your basement to deal with. Heading downstairs, you reach the locked door underneath the stairwell. Pulling out your ring of keys on a string around your neck, you select the corresponding key and insert it. The lock clicks open, and you begin to descend down the rickety wooden stairs.
Descending into the increasingly cold darkness, you instinctively swipe a flashlight as you past a recessed alcove. Hitting the button, the light illuminates the large cellar. Several crates lay stacked upon the wall. A quick examination confirms that all your food is still there, and in pristine condition. Finally, you turn to the several locked doors arrayed around the walls. The farthest closet from the stairs is your destination, and you waste no more time as you hurry to it. Selecting one of your many keys, you slide it into the lock, and open the door.
Various papers are strewn about the room, filled with your own notes. A solid oak table dominates the back wall, with bits of machinery upon it. Square in the middle sits an old computer, and you soon sit down in the well-worn chair. You press a button, and the screen brightens marginally, and a flashing green bar appears. You pull out the hidden keyboard, and swipe off the dust with an adjacent cloth. "I have Osburb now, what should I do?" you type. Within, moments, a reply appears. "Good. That's all I needed you to do. You have been very cooperative. Thank you." Satisfied, you shut the device down, and head back upstairs. Entering one of many bedrooms, you stow your staff in its usual resting place upon the bedside table, and lay down on the over-sized bed to catch some well-earned sleep.
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