#sbarg

Figuring it's probably gonna be a while, I might as well write down the rest of what's been happening for the past couple months. Seems like something that would a story worth reading eventually, if anyone were to find it.

Let's start at the beginning. Well, at least when I first got wrapped up into this mess.

Late summer. I had been hanging out with some folks who used Game Maker a lot around that time. I went to their IRC channel like, every day. Sorta irrelevant, but whatever. Anyways, I was lurking the MSPA forums one day and found out about some thing hosted on tumblr. I had never used it before. Not much into blogging sites. That blog was the one for SBARG, apparently ran by a collective of eldtrich horrors. Why they chose tumblr, I don't think I'll ever be able to understand completely why. Anyways, I was interested mildly and checked every so often for the next couple days.

Eventually they released the files for The Game, expecting us to play it and "find a server player". I was like, "eh, what the heck, might as well" and installed the game on my laptop. Luckily the server stuff was automated, considering I never really found a server player.

The next thing I knew, me, my brother, my stepdad, and my house were transported to the medium. They were watching football in the other room. My mom was at work that night.

I was woke up by my sprite, markerpennywhistlesprite. The two most useless items ever put together. I only chose them because they were the closest things nearby. At least the shrill whistle did something against some of the imps. My stepdad was captured and sent to a jail on Derse. I never found him. My brother hid well enough to not get found by the underlings. I found him in his room, hiding in his toy chest, thankfully still okay.

I exited the house and saw sand and diamonds for as far as the eye could see. The sky was dark but the diamonds shimmered in the dim twilight. I went back inside and booted up Pesterchum. Considering this was the same type of game that was featured in the comic, surely the replica of the chat program used by the protagonists would work, right? I was right. Others apparently in the same session were gathered in a packed single memo, trading captchalogue codes left and right, sharing their land names and sprite names.

Considering I remembered from the comic that the medium had endless wifi and electricity, I took advantage of it and took my laptop with me on a short walk into the desert. I made my way to an outcropping of large rocks. I remember it being eerily quiet, compared to the city I came from. The city that had died in a fire. The doomed city I had escaped from. I took a break from walking and sat down for a bit, checking the memo. I looked up and saw the sky appeared to be full of stars. They weren't stars, they were a zillions of other lands of other players. The very same players who were also in the memo. 

It was then that I had my first underling encounter. The fiesty little imp leaped at me quickly. I wound up kicking at it with my prosthetic leg. After a couple of boots to the head, the imp finally fell and turned to grist. That was the first time I had used my leg to that extent. I was slightly winded from the exertion, but alarmed as all heck. I still remember running the heck back to the house, laptop in hands, and then finally slamming the door shut behind me. I locked the doors and hid in my house. It was then that I began alchemizing things. My first alchemy was a wax leg. It was waaay too creepy and didn't even really offer much in terms of an upgrade. I put it away somewhere else. Next was a pair of spellbooks, one Light and the other one Dark. I had gotten the codes online. These would later prove useful, but not at that moment.