The night is dark, to the point of feeling oppressive. The Moon peaks through the clouds, but only barely, teasing you with but a drop of visibility. Your fire is currently your only friend: warm, bright, and the only thing still there for you. Even that is thrown into doubt, though, as you feel the God's wrath trickle on your head in the form of the smallest drop of water, yet it leaves the biggest impact you have ever felt.
What will you do?
>Grab a nearby stick and light it on the fire.
You gather a memento of your last friend. It won't last long, however, and if you don't hurry, neither will you.
>Go South
You head to the south, just as your life seems to have been doing lately. Your eyes are met with a cave, its gaping maw staring at you with a darkness more intense than even the demon out here that's taunting you, knowing you will join it in moments as the sprinkling rain grows more intense by the moment.
>Go into Cave
As both your chances and makeshift torch grow dimmer by the second, you charge into the cave, knowing full-well that you don't have the luxury of choice. The stick is damp and will go out in mere seconds if you don't act fast.
>Feel around for Fuel
Your primary sense beginning to fail you, you rely on the next best thing you can think of: touch. You scurry along the ground, seeing if you can feel for any spare twigs, some dry stones, anything! Just as it all seems for naught, you feel something strange. Damp, squishy, and pulsating slightly, you're not sure what to make of it.
The tongue, however, knows just what to make of you.
You were eaten by a grue.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRGH!" Hamilton shouted, throwing the card to the ground. ""It'll be fun!," dad said, "Every day will be an adventure!" dad said! Every day's a friggin' headache, is what it is!" he continued screaming, throwing a bit of a tantrum. "Should've known better than to use it to try to hide my..." he said, his voice lowering with each word, until he merely mumbled "...
exotic magazines."
Finally calmed down and feeling beaten, Hamilton simply got on his computer, heading to his favorite forum on Pumpkineaters.com. A lot of people were having trouble with this Sylladex, and lots of people had asked for a guide on how to consistently beat it. As much as he'd refuse to acknowledge it now, Hamilton saw an opportunity to prove himself on the forum, maybe even become a moderator, when his guardian suggested it, bringing back memories of the thread. "But I let them all down..." he grumbled, going back to his oh-so-promising post to report his failure to the people he was sure had been posting to cheer him on.
As he opened it, though, what he found was something different. "
What's this? Some guy advertising some other random thread in here? Psh, time to report that crap." he thought dismissively, but he couldn't help but skim through it. "Wait, what
is this about...?" he thought aloud, "... Sburb?..."
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"Hm, maybe if I just... throw the money at the robot, it'll tip over." Shammy thought aloud, tapping the robot on her card. However, that just enraged it, causing it to shoot everything, leading to the card simply flashing "WRONG" in big, red letters. "Oh, well." she said, giggling to herself a little, "Can't win 'em all. Guess I won't be ordering anything today."
The cashier behind the counter, here at the Dairy Queen, simply groaned, motioning for Shammy to move along.
Not quite ready to go home, Shammy simply sat at a nearby table, choosing to just relax for a few minutes. "Mother'll be disappointed I didn't get anything to eat, but eh, what can you do?" she mumbled to herself as she leaned back.
As she sat there, though, she picked up on a conversation some girls at a table behind her were having. Something about a game, and some website... That did sound pretty fun...
Without another thought, Shammy quickly sprang up, suddenly next to the girls' table in one quick motion, spouting "That sounds really fun! Can I join? My brother could come too! He plays a lot of games, so I'm sure he could help a lot! We could have tons of adventures! It'd be awesome! And..."
She fell to silence as she realized the girls were all just staring at her awkwardly, not moving or saying a word.
After a few moments, they simply turned away from her, ignoring her entirely, and continuing their conversation.
"Well... alright... have fun anyways..." Shammy muttered, defeated, as she sulked away.
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"SHAM! SHAM!" the brother shouted excitedly.
"HAMMY! HAMMY!" the sister shouted simultaneously, having just run in eagerly.
"There's this game I found, and you can play it with a bunch of people make friends with them, and, I mean, it's not like I'm not popular on Pumpkin Eater or anything, I could totally get a bunch of friends from there, but, I figured I should get someone I know offline, and you're always wanting to join my games anyways, so I figured..." Hamilton went on, completely ignoring what Shammy was saying.
Always one to return the favor, Shammy completely ignored Hamilton as well, cheerfully following up in unison with "I heard about this game from some people, and I know you love games, and we could play it together and meet other people, and go on all kinds of crazy adventures, and it'd be super awesome!"
"Wait," the siblings said together, "what game are you talking about?"
A pause.
"Sburb."
"Well," the two continued, still in perfect sync, "there's no more time to waste, let's sign up!"
And thus, the two were off.