Finished homework. Update time. Skaia? You have no idea what that is. Is that the Russian word for "northwest"? Fly outside? In this get-up? You are not exposing your undergarments to the world! Well, can you fly? Huh. You never thought of that. Maybe you should try. But not by the window - you do not wish to kill yourself too quickly. You glance at the wall. It is adorned with strange POSTERS written in a LANGUAGE YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH. It appears you have no extra WALLPAPER to cover the walls with. This is a very STRANGE LANGUAGE. You have never seen it before in your life. You wonder what it means. Hmm... Er, Huh. Oops. A STRANGE COMPUTER KIOSK is revealed. Its home page is conveniently set to KH-VIDS.NET. Wait, what? That is ridiculous. How much of a coincidence can it be that the former guest in this room left the forum on the computer? That, or in a previous dream you can not remember, you left KH-VIDS.NET on the COMPUTER KIOSK. You decide to consult your good friends on KH-VIDS.NET for this current predicament. For a while, you have been suspecting that you may have SPECIAL POWERS, what with breaking reality, waking in this strange place, and touching a wall which reveals a computer. You decide to consult your friends. At least, you feel dead. This seems much too real to be a dream. Ah well, at least the FORUM-GOERS may be of assistance. You truly must try out a few of these powers. Really, you are too curious now. How exactly do these SPECIAL POWERS even work? You truly do hope you have SPECIAL POWERS. You attempt to conduct all sorts of SHENANIGANS the artist is too lazy to draw through MS Paint that are described through your POST. And as always, the peanut gallery appears to offer interesting advice. You are not quite sure how to shot space at all, if possible. You decide to whistle a tune, but besides shattering the eerie silence in this room, no SPECIAL POWERS occur. Bah. Never mind this. You will get back to the FORUM later. For now, you need to find a way to test out these new powers, if you even have any. Perhaps that window really may well work. >_Dream Sforzato: Look out the window to see if there is anyone outside creeping on you. (next update + other suggestions)
There is no update since I am still technically doing homework so I decided to make a quick "flash" before I actually begin homework and it has simply finished uploading right now. Sforzato: Ascend
EDIT: Maledictions a LARGE AMOUNT OF SUBMISSIONS. I shall attempt to get through all of the ones that shall be relatively relevant because of how this has picked up so please do not mind it if your suggestion is not used. Also, I am taking a temporary break for homework. This shall quite hopefully be updated later on tonight, again. You go and close the DOOR. You do suppose that you are a tad tired. You decide to rest on the LARGE STONE SLAB that looks a tad like a BED. You get on top of it, and slowly lower your head... ... *PAP* ... You are DREAM SFORZATO. You cannot make any snowmen because you are currently TRAPPED IN A VERY STRANGE LOCATION. You are not sure if you are DREAMING or not.
Not a mistake! I take it rather as an excellent inspiration for a certain tale. I do hope you do not take it in a negative way, madam. I assure you no offense with the shenanigans and the horrifyingly terrible story that occurs as a result of that thread.
Dear goodness you are alive. And suddenly my day was made fifteen times better, hurrah.
You walk over to the SOCKET and connect your LAPTOP to it. You decide to contact your friends on the FORUM YOU FREQUENT to see if they may help. Ah, KH-VIDS.NET, a bastion of silliness and mirth - you have been a member of this little community for a while, and have become friends with a vast amount of people. It looks like the SPAM ZONE is a bit inactive today. But you have more pressing matters to attend to - namely, how in the world to fix your current predicament. You decide to post a thread. There we go, perfect. In a few moments, you already receive two replies. Bah. Sometimes you are not a fan of the SPAM ZONE at all. Especially that second post with the green text. You despise that guy. He is your kismesis, that smartass. He is the one who brought you to ALASKA in the first place, somewhat. Your ONLY HELP in this STATE is currently not online. Bah. You decide to close your laptop and think of something else. The FORUM is not helping. >_
I apologize, sir, but I am most certainly not going to help or assist someone such as yourself.
You only wish the artist would draw you in a more serious manner. Bleh. On second thought, perhaps not. In your part-freak out over the complete altering of reality around you, you quickly check your GPS to see if you are still in Alaska. You are. Just great. But now you are curious. What in the world just happened? Why does the world look so different? The MYSTERIOUS BUTTON is still on the LARGE STONE SLAB. The SOCKET lingers nearby, and a slight wind blows powdery snow through the DOORWAY. >_
Expressing my interest as well - it shall place the burden off of the limited amount of lines in the first chorus and distribute things more evenly. People may also hold a further and more diverse choice of songs. Matryoshka is a wonderful start.
Your PHONE is OFF, but you turn it on anyway so you can dance in a very preposterous manner. "I feel so high Dancing all night You blow my mind 'Cos you're so fine" - Oscar Wilde You do not have any slushie makers with you, and you are all out of WATER to DRINK! Slowly, and grudgingly, you walk over to the button, and bring your finger closer and closer to it. ... Welp. What just happened. You hope your navel is still intact. >_
This is, by far, the most productive thing you have accomplished thus far. BZZZZT. There it goes again. If that horrid sound continues echoing through this vast expanse you are going to constrict the windpipe of the nearest female canine you can find. And to make things much worse, you still have absolutely no idea where you are, besides being stranded in the middle of ALASKA. If only you had some sort of DEVICE that can PINPOINT YOUR CURRENT GLOBAL POSITION using SATELLITES. You retrieve a slice of the PIZZA and attempt to eat it. HP - [■■■■■■ ] No wonder the thief stole only one. These would make better weapons. You decide to continue towards the SHACK, your mouth MAGICALLY RIDDING ITSELF OF THE BLOOD. Trudging through snow, you finally reach the shack, which looks just a tad larger on the inside. The shack is rather barren, but there are a few points of interest. Namely, in the middle of the structure is an ENORMOUS STONE SLAB, shaped a tad like a BED, and adorned with a SYMBOL OF DUBIOUS SIGNIFICANCE. You honestly have absolutely no idea what this was for - perhaps an old relic of some sort of arctic Native American ceremonies or some such. You do not even know if they were able to carve these stone slabs. You also see a SOCKET on the wall to your left, despite being built into a wooden wall. You feel this SOCKET would be a perfect place to connect your LAPTOP and inform your friends on the FORUM YOU FREQUENT about your LATEST ESCAPADE INTO THE NORTHERN WILDERNESS, along with PINPOINTING YOUR LOCATION. There is also one more thing - That. Whatever it is.
Ah, certainly.
Expressing expressive interest, but you have already expressed previously that myself and a number of others have already been expressed into that previous expressive story excerpt you showed us.
It is a codpiece, yes.
Spoiler: Credits Page for All Contributions Made to This Story Makaze and Laria for the creation of the concept. Sforzato for advice as a consultant. --- Freak cold wave. Bones chilling. Won't last long. Tell them...I died, how I lived... Fat and- A sharp, electrifying noise jolts you back to reality. You get up. Your name is SFORZATO. You are from FLORIDA, though per chance and through a handful of complicated and circumstantial events that shall be explained in exposition and/or flashback later, you have found yourself out in the COLD, BADLY-DRAWN WASTELANDS OF WINTER-TIME ALASKA. From as far as you can see, you view only SNOW, COLD, and MORE SNOW, broken only by a SMALL, DARK SHACK IN THE DISTANCE. Funny, you had believed that ALASKA would be filled with more TREES from what the members of the FORUM YOU FREQUENT had said. You check to see that everything is in order and not scattered. You TELEPATHICALLY COMMUNICATE with your HAZAMA HAT to see if you have all of your items intact because THE ARTIST WAS TOO LAZY TO DRAW ANOTHER FRAME SHOWING THE ACTION OF PICKING UP AND CHECKING THE HAT. You list off your items again, from memory: - 1 LAPTOP - 1 PHONE, equipped with GPS - 3 PIECES of BADLY-DRAWN CANDY CORN - 1 COMPASS [BROKEN] - 6 SLICES of COLD PIZZA WEAPON I - MALFUNCTIONING THERMOS containing FROZEN WATER WEAPON II - 10 SNOWBALLS Bah, it appears that the compass broke and some of your pizza was stolen whilst you were out cold. Nothing in sight as well, how strange. You curse this strange, alien world under your breath. You miss the warmth of the Floridian sun. BZZZZZZT. There it is, the noise again, and it is really grating on your nerves. Why did you even agree to this. ENTER COMMAND > _
My apologies! I was skimming over posts last night and just before bed I viewed your absolutely beautiful moustached work! I was to rep you in lieu of a post as I was being forced to head to bed but that cursed giving you rep previously barrier appeared! So thus I shall express my enjoyment through here - it was wonderful, marvellous, and I truly do wish I sported such a fine moustache! Though I am proud to say I own very similar clothing otherwise! Bravo, Edward Hopper! I shall draw the above post. EDIT: Daxa.
This took much, much longer than previously expected. It is a horrific pain and burden to draw using a laptop touchpad. Also, I am as good at drawing hands as Tesla was with Edison. Cat and Saxima: Spoiler And here we hold another modern day Picasso to add to the forum's already extensive list!
Step three: I shall draw Saxima and the member below this post in the same image, in some form or some such.
Saving as a placeholder for drawing two images: one of Jayn and a group image of the above four. EDIT: Makaze, Laria, Nova, and Ace. (Too lazy and not enough time to draw detailed bodies.) Spoiler EDIT 2: Jayn with her trademark hat in that one image of her (apologies for how odd this appears to look): Spoiler
I shall attempt to draw Te Deum up there and accordingly post the results by editing this post. EDIT: Te Deum Spoiler Touchpads are horrid for artistry.
