[no he's cool! anyway she doesn't know anything about classic rock either, her rock dad was imprisoned in a ruby her whole childhood and gilear is obviously more of an npr dad. also aerosmith probably doesn't exist its some fantasy version. anyway.
she will just try to lie.]
graNmasWeetie: well thats obvious its the ladiessssssssss graNmasWeetie: high five
the strange creature beside riz pops up in the chat again. AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAEYYYYYYYYYYYYYLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAANEXI
the banana and the dude look at each other. ]
RINGRINGRING: shit dude thats kind of right _XHoleinmySOULX_ SHUT UP AND POINT YOUR GUN _XHoleinmySOULX_ : UGHHG WHATEVER PARTIAL CREDIT BECAUSE STEVEN IS GOOD WITH THE LADIES THATS A CHEA P SHOT. LIST SOMETHING EL SE OR I SHOOT YOUR KNEECAP
[ the banana cocks its virtual shotgun. what a sentence.
riz's altavista browser pops up in a tiny secret window beside his chatbox. it is TINY and takes this entire time to load, but it is there. Steven Tylor. Scuba Diving. Chihuahua maintenance. Hunting and trapping. Scoring chicks. ]
he's gonna like hiss at fig to get her attention and then start doing the universal language of important secrets: charades.
he will like, mime putting something heavy on his back and walk in a circle, pixel feet slapping the ground. gesturing to his mouth like he's holding something in it, and pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes. And then crosses his arms and falls backwards. ]
well she hella understands this so she will nod seriously.]
graNmasWeetie: well to be honest ive never read the rolling stone interview graNmasWeetie: but when i met steven graNmasWeetie: in his hotel room in bastion city graNmasWeetie: we did lines off his scuba gear and he told me all about his last dive graNmasWeetie: so im gonna say scuba
[ this really is a game of 8s today. the creature on the ground with the weird distorted face stares at riz doing this. the banana also stares, with its terrible unblinking eyes, because what the fuck? and then it decides it has had enough staring and lifts its pixel gun again, this time pointing it at riz. hmmm....
in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ stomps his big pixelated feet!!!! he's mad!!!! he has not realized that charades are happening because he is flabbergasted by the fact that this hot grandma may have done lines with steven tyl*r. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_; SERIOUSLY???? GAG ME _XHoleinmySOULX_: FINE!!! ONE POINT _XHoleinmySOULX_ QUESTION TWO!!! GRANDMA GETY READY _XHoleinmySOULX_ WHAT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE CLASSIC BALLAD LIZARD LOVE?
[ riz can try his askjeeves skills yet again, but this time with disadvantage. the banana watcheth ]
[ he's so entranced by the allure of asking jeeves that he doesn't seem to notice the pixel gun, instantly getting up from his death drop scuba dive to start googling again - LIZARD LOVE
which obviously seems like he was fucking a dragonborn? he knows people fuck, dude. ]
[riz you're not altavistaing fast enough... she'll just try to bullshit her way through]
graNmasWeetie: it's a metaphor obviously. he was inspired by memories of romance, love at all stages of life, the mystery and majesty of reptiles. sure, he's made a few comments about possible "inspirations" but isn't trying to distill it down to just one possible source of inspiration underselling the talent and creativity? i wouldn't ever dream of trying to box such a classic ballad in.
[ there's a beat. the gif lights flash again, ominously. the banana fires his gun at riz, landing a direct hit in his pixelated leg. and the thing is, this is an avatar, so it shouldn't hurt? except you guys are here in this room and not just avatars, so that hurt a fucking lot.
the banana raises his shotgun and points it at fig, next, and gleefully, this asshole _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells: ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: WRONG JURASSIC PARK FIRE AT WILL
[ is that even the right answer. who cares. the banana fires a slug at fig, punching through her avatar's shoulder with ease. good thing his aim's not great. the red eyed banana who sees all stares at _XHoleinmySOULX_, and you get the sense they might briefly be in a DM. and then, _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells in the chat box ]
[ and he pulls out a little stick of minecraft (copyright) dynamite. hm.
if you two would like to fucking leave this world, you could head back the way you came, or you could try and bust past tweedledee and tweedledum - in the back, you can distantly see another door. or you can try and fight these aerosmith clowns. idk man ]
[ HIS LEGS ARE SO SO SMALL AND NOW HE'S BEEN SHOT IN ONE HE NEEDS THOSE it hurts but listen hes a high schooler not some elementary chump, he can handle a little horrible shooting injury or two
the webpage very slowly loads something about Rugrats Go Wild and then Riz pulls out the tape ]
Fig?! I have to say, I'm really ambivalent on finding the Ladies!
[ the little thunderbird revs with all of its might. vroom, vroom, motherfucker. the legendary graNmasWeetie guns her engine and the banana looks shocked as she absolutely rams him with the tiny car. the banana avatar goes flying backwards, but in the chaos, with a partial success, the aerosmith loving bitch with the quiz throws his dynamite at the back of the car. and
BOOM!!
both of you take some serious explosion damage to the back as the pixelated, badly animated dynamite blows up at the end of the car. however, the resulting explosion propels you forward, and the door in the back slams open. the world spins by you in pixelated nothingness, and you notice there is a strange figure standing there, holding the door open for you.
but that's probably fine! you fly through the door at absolute mach fuck, bleeding pixelated blood, to the tune of aerosmith playing from the aerosmith room, and your tiny car lands in a new reception area! ]
[ you came from the aerosmith world, which is now smoldering. you blew those guys up. or. they blew themselves up? who cares. the hanson billboard is here, but does not have a door. the TRAVEL corridor appears to lead to another hallway or portal, but this area appears to be fine? some other users mill around, all turning to look at you and your wild car entrance but pay you no mind even though you are bleeding. ]
Edited (i forgot to include that they blew up ) 2024-10-09 01:18 (UTC)
[ FLIPPING THEM ALL THE DOUBLE BIRD AS THEY ERUPT OUT INTO THE RECEPTION AREA and I don't know how this bear works. does he get a sense of how the bear works. is it a one time only thing.
he sees a sign thats welcome to erotic worlds and immediately wants to leave]
[ oh yeah. if you CHAT with the bear, it can change into either a large attack bear, or a gun with two bullets. that's it! wow. options.
the erotic and jimbly world is left be, for now. who knows what mysteries it holds. you instead go jettisoning into travel!
the travel world is another hallway, it seems. a quiet landing area, where you can admire the lovely scenery of mountains.
there's one open portal here that reads THE PIPIS ROOM, but it seems like ap lace to catch your breath. the figures within are in the middle of chatting, and your excited entry turned some heads. ]
E3EB: so my favorite sin was wrath what the fuck Archbishop: r u bleeding? dude. rad ride though Wirlaburla: ZZZZZZZ DDOSfox: ZZZZZZ
graNmasWeetie: sup yall thanks my favorite sin is pride personally though my dad is the archdevil of gluttony so i think thats p cool too graNmasWeetie: but yeah were bleeding i guess there was a real creep in the aerosmith room graNmasWeetie: he was threatened by fans of real music graNmasWeetie: anyway we're heading to the pipis room if you guys want to hang
E3EB: no shit?? cool as hell maybe u can hang. world can be weird so be careful. avatar will heal when you respawn eventually so u kno enjoy looking sick Archbishop: say hi to the pipis for me!!!! ^___^
[ they seem like cool guys maybe. the other two creatures in here are pretending to be asleep. when you drive towards the room, you notice that strange white clothed figure in the distance again, watching you. however we are making a beeline for......... the pipis
which looks like this. ]
[ welcome, babies... that's the wrong bit. anyway you are now in the pipis room. it is cavernous. britney spears' face watches you. you feel an uncontrollable amount of dread. to your immediate left is the translucent entrance to the pipis room's depths, which appear like this, though the details in true 90s fashion are hazy. ]
[ into the pipis room you go! the pipis room is weirdly yellow? tinny, bad quality britney spears plays over the speakers. several narrow pathways seem to lead around a large structure in the middle of the room, which is just a gigantic pit.
nothing in the room moves or changes, and after a long pause, there's a DING! and a message appears in the chatroom. ]
[ sure! the tape is an audiofile, and this time he is able to press play on it. it's not much, just the sound of... ghost hunters? maybe? the sound is terrible, but riz can decipher:
-- legend of the Nexialis. You've heard it here first, folks, we're trying to find what can't be found. He stalks in the dead of the night, seeking out blood sacrifices all across the World.
Yeah, dude, I saw him once, but he was following me.
That's just an urban legend.
I hear they've got the Worlds.com treasure.
There's no treasure! You're so full of shit. Hey, do you ever feel like you're being watched?
and fig can explore the structure and the passageways, yes! as she makes her way through the outer ring of the room, she finds first... a pixelated pile of skeleton bones, tucked under a britney portrait. yeesh. she then finds a picture! it's a picture of someone's avatar. underneath, it says PIPIS.
there are three more alcoves she could check out around the back wall, underneath the largest britney shrine. ]
[ the pipis are rising but riz is trying to crack this case. this is such a good clue. he feels the urge to throw up but resists it because he's in a virtual world.
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she will just try to lie.]
graNmasWeetie: well thats obvious its the ladiessssssssss
graNmasWeetie: high five
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the strange creature beside riz pops up in the chat again.
AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAEYYYYYYYYYYYYYLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAANEXI
the banana and the dude look at each other. ]
RINGRINGRING: shit dude thats kind of right
_XHoleinmySOULX_ SHUT UP AND POINT YOUR GUN
_XHoleinmySOULX_ : UGHHG WHATEVER PARTIAL CREDIT BECAUSE STEVEN IS GOOD WITH THE LADIES THATS A CHEA P SHOT. LIST SOMETHING EL SE OR I SHOOT YOUR KNEECAP
[ the banana cocks its virtual shotgun. what a sentence.
riz's altavista browser pops up in a tiny secret window beside his chatbox. it is TINY and takes this entire time to load, but it is there. Steven Tylor. Scuba Diving. Chihuahua maintenance. Hunting and trapping. Scoring chicks. ]
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he's gonna like hiss at fig to get her attention and then start doing the universal language of important secrets: charades.
he will like, mime putting something heavy on his back and walk in a circle, pixel feet slapping the ground. gesturing to his mouth like he's holding something in it, and pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes. And then crosses his arms and falls backwards. ]
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well she hella understands this so she will nod seriously.]
graNmasWeetie: well to be honest ive never read the rolling stone interview
graNmasWeetie: but when i met steven
graNmasWeetie: in his hotel room in bastion city
graNmasWeetie: we did lines off his scuba gear and he told me all about his last dive
graNmasWeetie: so im gonna say scuba
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in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ stomps his big pixelated feet!!!! he's mad!!!! he has not realized that charades are happening because he is flabbergasted by the fact that this hot grandma may have done lines with steven tyl*r. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_; SERIOUSLY???? GAG ME
_XHoleinmySOULX_: FINE!!! ONE POINT
_XHoleinmySOULX_ QUESTION TWO!!! GRANDMA GETY READY
_XHoleinmySOULX_ WHAT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE CLASSIC BALLAD LIZARD LOVE?
[ riz can try his askjeeves skills yet again, but this time with disadvantage. the banana watcheth ]
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which obviously seems like he was fucking a dragonborn? he knows people fuck, dude. ]
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graNmasWeetie: it's a metaphor obviously. he was inspired by memories of romance, love at all stages of life, the mystery and majesty of reptiles. sure, he's made a few comments about possible "inspirations" but isn't trying to distill it down to just one possible source of inspiration underselling the talent and creativity? i wouldn't ever dream of trying to box such a classic ballad in.
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the banana raises his shotgun and points it at fig, next, and gleefully, this asshole _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells: ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: WRONG JURASSIC PARK FIRE AT WILL
[ is that even the right answer. who cares. the banana fires a slug at fig, punching through her avatar's shoulder with ease. good thing his aim's not great. the red eyed banana who sees all stares at _XHoleinmySOULX_, and you get the sense they might briefly be in a DM. and then, _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells in the chat box ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER
AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAAAAATHELIZARDISDISPLEASEADAAAAAAAAANEXIAAAAAAAA
RINGRINGRING: CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER
[ and he pulls out a little stick of minecraft (copyright) dynamite. hm.
if you two would like to fucking leave this world, you could head back the way you came, or you could try and bust past tweedledee and tweedledum - in the back, you can distantly see another door. or you can try and fight these aerosmith clowns. idk man ]
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the webpage very slowly loads something about Rugrats Go Wild and then Riz pulls out the tape ]
Fig?! I have to say, I'm really ambivalent on finding the Ladies!
[ ARE WE GOING FOR THE BABES OR NOT? ]
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graNmasWeetie: fsfduck ow1
[ummm she's going to fight, obviously. she screams, revs up her thunderbird, and drives to drive it directly into this banana asshole.]
We're going to kill these Aerosmith loving bitches!
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BOOM!!
both of you take some serious explosion damage to the back as the pixelated, badly animated dynamite blows up at the end of the car. however, the resulting explosion propels you forward, and the door in the back slams open. the world spins by you in pixelated nothingness, and you notice there is a strange figure standing there, holding the door open for you.
but that's probably fine! you fly through the door at absolute mach fuck, bleeding pixelated blood, to the tune of aerosmith playing from the aerosmith room, and your tiny car lands in a new reception area! ]
[ you came from the aerosmith world, which is now smoldering. you blew those guys up. or. they blew themselves up? who cares. the hanson billboard is here, but does not have a door. the TRAVEL corridor appears to lead to another hallway or portal, but this area appears to be fine? some other users mill around, all turning to look at you and your wild car entrance but pay you no mind even though you are bleeding. ]
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he sees a sign thats welcome to erotic worlds and immediately wants to leave]
Go to Travel! Go to Travel!
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the erotic and jimbly world is left be, for now. who knows what mysteries it holds. you instead go jettisoning into travel!
the travel world is another hallway, it seems. a quiet landing area, where you can admire the lovely scenery of mountains.
there's one open portal here that reads THE PIPIS ROOM, but it seems like ap lace to catch your breath. the figures within are in the middle of chatting, and your excited entry turned some heads. ]
E3EB: so my favorite sin was wrath what the fuck
Archbishop: r u bleeding? dude. rad ride though
Wirlaburla: ZZZZZZZ
DDOSfox: ZZZZZZ
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Quick! That's where they keep all the Pipis! We have to get in there! Floor it!
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graNmasWeetie: sup yall thanks my favorite sin is pride personally though my dad is the archdevil of gluttony so i think thats p cool too
graNmasWeetie: but yeah were bleeding i guess there was a real creep in the aerosmith room
graNmasWeetie: he was threatened by fans of real music
graNmasWeetie: anyway we're heading to the pipis room if you guys want to hang
[let's go right on through and get the pipis]
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Archbishop: say hi to the pipis for me!!!! ^___^
[ they seem like cool guys maybe. the other two creatures in here are pretending to be asleep. when you drive towards the room, you notice that strange white clothed figure in the distance again, watching you. however we are making a beeline for......... the pipis
which looks like this. ]
[ welcome, babies... that's the wrong bit. anyway you are now in the pipis room. it is cavernous. britney spears' face watches you. you feel an uncontrollable amount of dread. to your immediate left is the translucent entrance to the pipis room's depths, which appear like this, though the details in true 90s fashion are hazy. ]
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anyway jokes on you, riz is always experiencing an uncontrollable amount of dread. well. he did get instructions so: ]
TelemaineLomenelda: hi
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graNmasWeetie: hi
We have to try to find a hit clip.
[she's suddenly remembering the vague things she knows about plot. yeah. okay. full steam ahead into the pipis room.]
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nothing in the room moves or changes, and after a long pause, there's a DING! and a message appears in the chatroom. ]
ThePipis: hhhhhheeeeellloooo. pipis? pipis? pipis? pipis?
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graNmasWeetie: you guys know about britney?
[she will take them to try to explore the structure and the passageways? is there anything in any of them?]
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and fig can explore the structure and the passageways, yes! as she makes her way through the outer ring of the room, she finds first... a pixelated pile of skeleton bones, tucked under a britney portrait. yeesh. she then finds a picture! it's a picture of someone's avatar. underneath, it says PIPIS.
there are three more alcoves she could check out around the back wall, underneath the largest britney shrine. ]
ThePipis: pipis? pipis? pipis? PIPIS? PIPIS? PIPIS?
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can he try and DM this Nexialis? ]
TelemaineLomenelda: hey
TelemaineLomenelda: sup
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