Sburb Eta-Beta

Your name is RINN CECENA.

> Look around your room.

You're a little bit more than a full year late. Her name has been engraved in this plate and is just sitting there, collecting dust. Let me just... wipe.. it... off...

> Reveal name.

You are now UD.

> Name this gorgeous human being.

Hell fucking yes.

In the meanwhile, why don't we meet some of our friends and co-players?

> Evie: Be UD.

You climb the FOURTEEN stairs and return to your room. You lay on the bed and count all of your mistakes in life. Then you give up and sit back in the SWIVEL CHAIR.

Little do you know, it would be a mistake that would set off a line of domino-errors.

You really should've finished counting all of your mistakes first.

> Insert the disc, install, all that shit. Yeah.

You stick your hand into the mouth of the black plastic monster and pull out a package in one of those yellow envelope things. It's addressed to you, so you're pretty sure it should be yours.

You shut the mailbox and trudge back home.

> Go back in your room.

As you trudge up the asphalt driveway on a hill, you begin to feel a chill in the air. You bless the fact that you are always wearing a sweatshirt as you look at your warm breath roll into the cold air. It's not even officially autumn yet. Not for another two days.

You make it to the end of your driveway and walk toward your neighborhood's mailboxes, which takes another minute or so. At this time, you actually have no desire to run, which is somewhat rare. It's probably too cold to do anything, including retrieving your copies of Sburb.

You reach the mailbox.

> Retrieve the game.

You step outside and into the sun blazing its fiery light straight into your eyes.

OH SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

SOMEBODY'LL DIE. DIE. DIE.

IMMA CRY. CRY. CRY.

why are you outside isn't this unhealthy or something

> Get on with it.

Taking a deep breath, you step outside of the house and end up in your breezeway, because that's what the first door is.

> Go out the next door.

-- Evie Chaeng [EVIE] encountered Sister [SIS] --

EVIE: >~~ Oh ~~<

SIS:

EVIE: >~~ I'll just ~~<

SIS:

EVIE: >~~ I'm just gonna ~~<

SIS:

EVIE: >~~   ~~<

SIS:

EVIE: >~~ Okay, fuck you, I'm gonna go. ~~<

SIS: WHAT TEAM?

EVIE: >~~ WILDCATS. ~~<

SIS: Yeah, whatever. Just go for it.

-- Sis [SIS] has left the encounter with Evie [EVIE] --

Wow, that was a close call. You adore your sister and look up to her, but encountering her is a completely different story. You're glad she only asked "WHAT TEAM?" and didn't make you sing the solfege of KV 283, although that has never happened before.

> Go out the door.

Did you seriously expect me to make a flash when I can't even make a gif? Pfft.

You walk downstairs and OH SHIT IT'S YOUR SISTER

> Encounter sister.

Okay, okay, calm down! There's no need to freak out. Although, your moirail is freaking out.

-- unorthodoxDreamer [UD] began pestering harmonicDiscord [HD] --

UD: CHILD

UD: CHILD PLEA&E

UD: I AM NOT OKAY

UD: PLEA&E TELL ME IF YOU'VE GOTTEN YOUR COPY OF &BURB

UD: GURL IT'& FINALLY HERE THI& I& FUCKING AWE&OME WE CAN FINALLY PLAY THE THING

UD: EVIE PL&

UD: EVIE

UD: AN&WER ME IMMEDIATELY DO YOU HAVE &BURB

HD: >~~ shoooosh *pap* ~~<

HD: >~~ I haven't yet gotten it yet, because wow guess what I have a long driveway and it's too cold outside. ~~<

UD: Aaaaahhhh

UD: You &hould go out and get it right now.

HD: >~~ Too much effort. ~~<

UD: Pwea&e?

UD: For your meowrayeel?

HD: >~~ sigh ~~<

HD: >~~ loud audible sighing ~~<

HD: >~~ I must go. My mailbox needs me. ~~<

-- harmonicDiscord [HD] has ceased pestering unorthodoxDreamer [UD] --

You literally sigh as you get up. This is awful.

> [S] Get the mail.

You sit yourself down in the lovely swivel chair and check what's going on.

Welp. Looks like your friends have been pestering you.

Oh, right! Your handle is harmonicDiscord, and >~~ It's pro84bly pretty clear that you really like tildes. A lot. ~~<

> CHECK YOUR MESSAGES ALREADY.

AW HELL NAW.

Nobody, nobody, not even dear, sweet, precious Ophelia is allowed to peek at your NOTEBOOKS and SKETCHBOOKS. Ever.

You enjoy WRITING and DRAWING, but you are ABSOLUTELY SHITTY at both. A-and it's not like some of your notebooks may or may not have ships...!

... and you definitely don't write dumb things about the American Revolution for essay contests. Nope. You don't enjoy that at all.

Your laptop flashes. Somebody is pestering you.

> Check the message.

Yeah, most of these posters are really just promotional posters for a game you and your friends have been waiting for: SBURB ETA-BETA.

You also have posters of your VARIOUS FANDOMS, but let's not try going there. Way too many, man. Way. Too. Many.

> Take a nice, long took at your notebooks.

Your name, as was previously noted, is EVIE CHAENG. Scattered around your room are various objects that display your many interests. Somewhat.

See that VOLLEYBALL in the corner? You're OKAY at it, but you're DEFINITELY NOT THE BEST. See that ZUCA BAG near the volleyball? Yeah, if you know your stereotypes (which you do pretty well), you FIGURE SKATE as well and are PRETTY GOOD AT IT, if you may say so yourself. For whatever reason, your ALTO SAXOPHONE is also lurking here. His name is OPHELIA. You're not entirely sure why; it just sounds right. You're OKAY at playing saxophone. Honestly, you're A LOT BETTER at playing the PIANO, but that's downstairs. Who'd have a piano in their room, anyway? That's just weird, man.

There are also a few POSTERS around the room, as well as some NOTEBOOKS.

> Examine posters.