SBURB: ALPHA

[Zach]

At the beginning, I dont' think I ever could have forseen where we'd all end up. I don't think anyone could have. Well... maybe Brittany could, now, but then... We were just kids. Stupid, grown up kids with dreams too big for our respective realities. I think that's why we ignored the warnings, why we started playing. But even now... after everything that's happened, I don't regret it. This game was everything I had ever dreamed of... it made me powerful, gave me courage... It came at a very big price... but one I was all too happy to pay.

Now... my story begins... in my room.

[Quill]

Zach: Examine and describe your surroundings.

[Zach]

As previously stated, your name is ZACH BURCH, and you are currently standing in your bedroom, looking quite bored. You have just moved to a BRAND NEW HOUSE in EUROPE, and both of your parents are away on business. At the moment, your room is quite sparse, as your MASSIVE PROCRASTINATION has prevented you from actually unpacking, which is something you probably need to do. You are currently waiting on a package to be delivered to you and your friends, a package containing a SLIGHTLY ILLICIT COPY of the beta for a new game called SBURB. You are sick of just staring at the wall. What will you do?

[Murray]

> Float like a butterfly and eat all the cardboard.

((I did Zach's silly suggestion, so I won't do anyone else's, except maybe a troll if the trolls have them))

[Quill]

>Pace and ponder things of an arcane persuasion.

((Okay, so it's a little silly, but not as silly as Murray's, and a nudge in the direction of Tarotkind, so there.))

[Brittany]

>Examine symbols on the wall.

[Zach]

You decide to check out some of your AWESOME AUTHENTIC MAGICAL SHIT. You first examine your vintage GOETIC SEALS. Actually, putting those up on your wall has probably cursed your wretched life beyond all measure, but they just look so AWESOME.

The smell of carboard beckons. It has been driving you mad these last few days... so crisp... surely a little tast- Oops. In trying to eat the box, you dropped you TAROT CARDS on the floor. Damn this English weather... they've been soaked!

[Murray]

> Look for a way to dry out the cards.

[Brittany]

>Sadly examine practically ruined cards.

[Zach]

Nooooo! Not your precious Tarot... You could handle moving away from everyone you know, adjusting to a different country, and living alone... but this... this is just too much. A moment of silence is called for.
...An idea strikes.

[Murray]

> Captchalogue Hair-dryer.

[Zach]

Although you cant' really forsee using it in the near future, you captchalogue your HAIRDRYER into your SUMMONERS MODUS. The item is broken down into elements, then placed into the corresponding captcha cards. To resummon it, you must SACRIFICE another item or items that possess the same elemental properties.

Hairdryer:
Moves air- WIND (1)
Produces heat- FIRE (1)
1 = 1. Element: Wind, Fire

[Quill]

>Enough of this foolishness. Check on the status of your package.

[Murray]

> Turn on computer to check on friends.

[Zach]

You are quite certain that the post has yet to run. Stupid English and their stupid slow mail delivery system. Instead, you opt to pester some of your friends, most of which are currently in America, where mail is delivered by jackrabbits attached to rockets. Probably.