SBURB: the Bienvenidos Ultra Chaos Dunk

> Mark: Commence ingredient-gathering.

You've been trying that, boss. You've just had to rage your way through a veritable WALL of kudzu and other assorted flora. And then when you got through, you found this contraption waiting for you and here you are.

> What contraption?

This one. You have no idea how or why your Uncle does things like this, but he's somehow arranged a bunch of peppers and other random herbs into something reminiscent of a fusebox. There's a blue pepper, red pepper, and yellow pepper here and if you know your uncle pulling the wrong one out will cause some major mayhem. Like maybe you'll be buried in cabbages or swept away by a tidal wave of pumpkins. It's just like him to set up a blasted produce bomb but for the life of you, you can't figure out WHY.

> Tear out the red one.

Okay, you'll--hey. Waaaaaiiiit a minute. If you know your old spy movie cliches like your Uncle does, it's got to be the red one, then yellow, then blue. But he's likely expecting that and has mixed things up. So you elect to grab them in reverse order and then...

For a horrifying moment there is nothing but silence.

Then you hear a very loud, unfamiliar noise. You don't know whether that's linked to the bomb or not but you better get out before--

OSHI--

LEMONS. LEMONS EN MASSE. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

>Be That Chad Guy Again.
You are now Chad again.

>Explore Upstairs.
You are now in the living room. A large couch surrounds a table. On the table, a half finished game of sudoku lays. You had almost forgotten where that had went. Of course, there is no television, just potted plants everywhere. Why does your mom think she needs plants indoors, when there is already too many plants outside? It sickens you.

>Captchalogue Sudoku
You walk over to the table and captchalogue the half finished sudoku. Might as well have something to do if the internet doesn't come back on. You surely hope it comes back on though.

>Take Out Your Anger On The Potted Plants
What potted plants? All you see is smashed pots and dirt everywhere. Perhaps its time to go to another room. It might not be the best idea to stay here for too long.

The rooms connected to the living room are the kitchen and the door outside. You think it might be best to head into the dreaded outside. Perhaps your game has actually arrived?

>Look Out Window Towards The Mailbox
Unfortunately, there is no windows that directly face the mailbox. Your mailbox is not the kind with the arm flappy dealies. Yours is a little box all the way at the end of your drive. Its quite a walk, so everytime you go out, you make sure to be prepared before you go. Are you ready to brave the uncivilized wilderness?

>Brave The Uncivilized Wilderness
You walk out your front door and start walking down your drive. You can almost feel the trees staring at you as you walk. It's quite unnerving actually. You never like to be outside longer than you have to. You start walking faster.

>Locate The Mailbox.
You finally arrive at the end of the drive and locate your mailbox. You always wondered why your mailbox was so far from your house, it was almost like it took too much work for the mailman to drive up everyones drives and put the mail closer to their house. You assume they must just be lazy.

Inside the mailbox, you find a few bills, and just what you were looking for. You find the two discs of the game Sburb. It was all your friends were talking about for weeks. So you felt like you should give it a try as well. That is, if your internet can work for longer than two seconds.

>Begin The Long Trek Back To Your House
You start walking back, perhaps faster than when you walked out here. You couldn't wait to be inside again. A couple of feet from the door. Your mom walks outside. She is wearing a bandana around her head, and has a spade in her hand. Obviously, she was getting ready to work in the garden.

>Attempt To Evade Mom
Your attempts go without success, as she instantly notices you. She had not expected you to be outside, and now expects you to stay outside. You attempt to walk around her, but she keeps blocking your path. You have almost no choice.

Strife!

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> [S] Chad: Strife

Charging at your mom, you put up your fists and attempt to aggrieve. However, you mom is too quick, and deftly dodges your attack. Jumping back, you land on your feet and prepare yourself for your mothers attack. She responds with Guardian Rubric: Scolding Stare. Her eyes stare at you, and you can almost feel them burning into your skin. You quickly avert your gaze.

A different tactic floats through your mind. You put down your fists and attempt to make a sad face. This pretty much always worked when you were younger. Your mom just stands in front of the door and stares at you. It seems you got too old for that technique to work successfully. She responds by using her signature move, Guardian Rubric: Aggressive Soiling! She quickly kicks some dirt at your shoes.

>Abscond
Thats enough. You can stand being outside for longer than you need, but getting your shoes dirty is the last straw. You quickly abscond out of there. You are going to spend almost a whole 10 minutes cleaning these things again.

> Go In The Back Door
What a great idea! You quickly run around your house, and look for your back door. Sadly, after a quick turn of the door handle, you realize the door is locked. How lucky you must be.

>Climb In A Window
Walking around your house, you find an open window that leads into your kitchen. Unfortunately, the window is a little high, and you are having trouble lifting yourself up and through the window. Perhaps if you had something to stand on.

>Locate A Device From Which You Are Able To Stand Upon, Which You Can Then Use To Assist You In Your Endeavour To Climb Through Your Window.
Feeling wordy all of sudden are you? Thats cool. You can see a step ladder over by the shed a several yards away from the house. Unfortunately, its right by the edge of the woods.

>Grab The Ladder.
You start walking, but then get a weird feeling that you are being watched. Taking a step back, your eyes keep drifting to the trees.

>Quit Being Such A Whiny Baby And Grab The Ladder
You sincerely want to, you just can't seem to bring yourself closer to the woods than from where you are standing. Your feet are stuck in place, and sweat starts to roll down your brow.

>You Can Do This. You Are A Strong And Smart Man, You Can Handle Anything.
Your not so sure, but you make a mad dash for the shed anyways. Quickly captchaloging the ladder, you run back as fast as you can to the house. As soon as you make it back to the house, you lean against the wall and breath heavily. You were safe... This time.

>Climb In The Window.
You retrieve the step ladder and make your way inside the kitchen. Your kitchen is fairly simple, except for the fact that more plants are growing inside. Your Mom feels that she needs these disgusting plants in every room in the house. You can't go to the bathroom without being assaulted by these things. You wish your mom had a different passion.

>Head To Your Room And Load The Game
Sounds like a good idea, but you should probably try to pester your chums again. Perhaps your internet is back on? You run downstairs and close the door behind you. Turning your computer back on, you immediately notice that your internet is in fact working again. With a sigh of relief, you open up Pesterchum and realize that you have been invited to a Memo.

> Mark: Make Lemonade

No. Dear god, no. Right now you are frankly more interested in making life take the stupid lemons back. Or shoving them up its nose. Whichever one makes it rue the day it threw lemons at you. After digging your way out of a mountain of the lousy things you find yourself being pelted with yet more of them! Where are these--ow!--these dumb fruits coming from?!

(Please don't let it be the monkey please don't let it be the monkey please don't let it be the monkey)

Yep. It's the monkey as usual. You have no idea how it got here but it's been a major nuisance for you since it's appeared.

> Pester Ye Chums. Request assistance.

Oh you'd love to, but--gah!--this no-good dirty primate--stop that will you!--keeps tossing lemons at you! And the lemons are flipping out! You set up your laptop in safe distance and try to draw your bass. But the merciless barrage of produce won't stop!

You open up the application somewhat testily and swear eternal vengeance on the monkey later. For now you really, really need to calm your nerves or--don't make me come up there, I will!--or you will be made the monkey here. You hope that memo is about the game. You really, truly do. That is quite possibly going to be the shining moment of your day if you manage to run the sodding thing without getting harassed by the multitude of terrible, horrible things in this house.

>You Heard Rita, Stay inside.
Thats a no brainer. Even if she hadn't suggested it, you would have refused to go back outside anyways. You have had enough of the outside for one day. But what to do now?

>First, Remove Shoes To Prevent Further Soiling.
You gently remove your shoes and place them in a plastic airtight bag you have for just the occasion. You will clean them later when you have less pressing matters to deal with. You are now walking around in your bare feet. You may as well get prepared for the game tough, and perhaps attempt to see the pad Rita was talking about. The best description of them she gave you was that they were near all of you and your friends houses. Whether near included being inside your house, she didn't say.

>Second, Find A Smaller Device To Pester Chums With.
Now that you think about it, it might be best to grab your cell phone to pester your friends. Your laptop is way too big to unload all the time... and WOOPS! There goes your laptop. You accidently retrieved it when you thought about it. You leave the laptop on your bed. After some searching, you find your cell phone on your side table.

>Rita Mention Something About Being Attacked, Arm Yourself!
While you normally fight with just your fists, you think it might be a good idea to get your Boxing Gloves. The extra padding might prevent you from getting too scratched up. After another quick search around your room, you can't seem to find them. Perhaps they are upstairs in your closet.

>Before You Embark To Equip Yourself, Get Some Makeshift Armor.
You're not sure entirely how protective it is, but your Robocop costume seems to do the job. It's restricts your movement a little bit, but you're sure it will protect you at least partially. It is made from a heavy plastic. You feel a sense of nostalgia wearing this costume. You haven't worn it in almost two years. Good times...

>Search For The Teleport Pad Thingy.
You're not going to leave the house, but you might as well scout your house. Perhaps grabbing your gloves while you are upstairs wouldn't be such a bad idea. You head upstairs and start peeking about. You easily find your boxing gloves in your closet, you place them in your strife deck and carry on.

>Investigate That Strange Noise.
What strange noi-*CRASH!!!!*

WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?! You quickly run to the source of the noise. Outside the window you climbed in, you have a good view at your shed. You immediately realize that the door is open. You can't seem to remember the last time you saw that door open, or rather, you can't remember the last time you've been in the shed. You can't quite see in the shed though, its really dark in there.

>Grab Your Flashlight And Explore That Shed.
You figure that something must be going on. You've never seen inside that door before, and you never seen the door left open. Something is afoot! You resolve to suck up your fears and explore that shed. You run over to a cabinet, and grab the emergency flashlight, and set out on your adventure. Climbing back out your window, you cautiously head towards the shed. At least inside the shed is better than being outside... Right?

> Mark: Ruminate on situation.

Way ahead of you, boss. You are all over thinking about how incredibly bad this day is going. You are sitting in a pile of lemons and you lost your music duel and your friends are all getting jumped and you have been molested by every thing in your house you have seen and there may be little monsters in your house and you have not started your game yet and you still need your fucking snack. You are ALL OVER the "think back and be angry" aspect of the situation. And that furry menace is still glowering at you.

> Pacify Mon-keigh

You need this thing off your back, that's for sure. But how do you deal with it? You can't hit it from where you are...

> Diplomacy Check?

Ugh, do you have to? It's detestable and it's been taunting you the entire time.

...

Fine. With great trepidation and disbelief, you begin to parley with this wretched creature.

Monkeylog (open) Monkeylog (close)

CA: Easy now~
CA: Now I know you don't like me~
CA: And I don't really like you~
CA: But can't we get along for now?~
CA: We both have bigger fish to fry don't we?~

He goes silent for a while, examining you. For a shining moment you think you see something resembling warmth and friendship in his eyes.

Then he throws his last lemon at you.

Still, he disappears into the undergrowth after doing so. Success?

> Gank some food

Well, whatever. You captchalogue some of the LEMONS, the PEPPERS, and you find a single little green LIME among the pile. You take that too and sally forth. Thankfully the TOMATOES aren't too far away, so it's no great chore to retrieve some.

Nothing gets in your way when you go out, possibly sensing your anger. The produce also does not rebel when you make your way back into the kitchen and begin making salsa with what is perhaps too much enthusiasm. Ah well. You throw in some of the ingredients you picked up, as well as some spices sitting around the kitchen, and make a nice bowl of SALSA. You haul that and your chips and--

You are interrupted by the ungodly sounds of thumping down in the lobby. You briefly lean on the railing and--

LEAPING LEMONS OFF A LETHAL LEDGE NO

You immediately duck under a flying black body. With a deafening crash against the ceiling it explodes and showers you in what appear to be shiny, colorful...gems? Of some sort? They look like fruit gushers. But when you touch them they disappear. That's curious.

You wonder idly if your Uncle is okay, but then you hear the sounds of Dragonforce drifting up. Yeah, he's fine. Probably bragging about the thrashing he just handed out, so you get back to your room.

> [ S ] Mark: Enter

You stop being Greg, who appears to have been engulfed in an ominous light that threatens to... do things, and continue to be Mark instead. You then promptly enter... your room. Come on now chief, you haven't even set up the game yet, and you certainly have no server player yet.

You do start running the Server disk though. It's gonna take some time to load, of course, so what to do in the mean time...

> Be the Eccentric Uncle

You cannot be the eccentric uncle, we established this a few posts ago. Besides the eccentric uncle is fuck-deep in imps right now, and is currently serving up righteous whoop-ass.

> Okay then. Let's talk about the weather, shall we?

You saw it when you entered the lobby, but okay. The top of the sky is beginning to turn red. "Red clouds at morning, sailors take warning/Red clouds at night, sailors delight," right? ... except you're not a sailor, so it's pretty worrying to you. That is no sunrise, after all.

> Do inventory

Good idea. You ended up using the PEPPERS, the TOMATOES, the LIME, and several spices and herbs found in the KITCHEN to make your SALSA. Then you set up a bowl of it and put it and your CHIPS on an end table close to your bed. So that leaves your LEMONS, as well as the TOWEL you retrieved on the way here. So... yeah. You get the feeling this is going to be increasingly more complicated in the future...

> Quick! You must get your Dr. Horrible Figurine back!

What? It's... right...

Oh son of a blighted buzzard, it's gone. It was right here when you left!

When you find who did this, heads are going to roll.

> Succumb to unfathomable bloodlust

You shall do just that. This whole day has been nothing but a punch to the gut. Plus those impish little pricks need to learn to GET OFF YOUR LAWN!

You get out there to the lobby again and find it assaulted by three imps. One of them has your figurine!

> Grind thine axe.

What axe? You just have your bass guitar. You use that, though, and smash one imp in the head and he explodes instantly. Anger is a powerful thing.

Another one comes at you with what appears to be the torn-off leg of a chair. Hey! That was expensive, you little rapscallion! You take a thrust to the chest, which winds you, but you catch your breath and step back out of his range.

> Power word Chord Lemons

This imp. This imp. This imp. This imp this imp this imp this imp this imp this imp! IT IS AN EYESORE!

You play the chord linked to the PILE OF LEMONS and bury the little bugger in them. Ha! Turnabout is fair play, Uncle! Lemons and grist alike litter the lobby. As if in approval you hear the sounds of your uncle playing a victorious riff.

> Retrieve your figure.

There's just one imp left. He looks suitably frightened of you. Now just... just give back the doctor and no one gets hurt.

But there is a sudden blinding flash when you advance on the imp, and...

and you realize that the blasted plot is getting in your way again. You guess now you have to be someone else for a bit.

>Be Chad.
You are now Chad, What now?

>Keep walking towards the the shed.
You keep walking towards the shed. When suddenly, something catches your eye. You look off into the woods beside the shed. A bush just moved! What in the world is going on? Suddenly, a low growl comes from the bush, and bright white eyes peer from the bush.

>Investigate the white eyes.
Well, you would, if you weren't too busy absconding! There is no way you are going to investigate something in the woods. Especially something that seems like it could eat you. You immediately run straight back inside. Practically jumping straight through the window. You mindlessly huddle in the corner, and start rocking back in forth.

>What are you doing? Are you crazy?
That's not up to you to decide. You can't really comprehend anything right now. White eyes. Bush. Moving. Scary. Woods. Trees. Nature. Burn. Burn. Burn. Go away. Go away. Thats about all you can comprehend.

>Go to your room and cry.
That sounds like the best plan you could have thought of. You rush downstairs and lay down on your bed, covering your head with your pillow.

>Get yourself off of your bed. Tell your friends what you saw!
That sounds like a good idea. You'll talk to your friends. But you most definitely will not tell them what you saw. They would all think you're some scared nutjob. You know all too well the last time you thought you saw something in the woods, and complained about it to your friends, it was embarrassing. You could barely gather the courage to talk to them again. You blamed your absence on your internet, and they were none the wiser.

You hop back onto the memo, and proceed to get absolutely nowhere.
(You then proceed to to have the exact same conversation as before. It would be silly to reread all of it)

>Get pestered by Rita.
While trying to come up with what to type next, Rita stops you.

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

TC: We're having a problem out here, Chad.
TT: What's wrong? Do you need help?
TC: There's a ruckus coming and I need you to load the server, like we planned.
TC: It seems like things will get out of hand in a minute or so.
TT: I'll get right on that. It should be up within a few minutes. I just have to get it set up.
TC: Very good. I'm proud to have you in the business.
TT: I'm not entirely sure what business, but I'm glad to be a part of it.

>You heard the lady, load that disk!
You retrieve the disc from your sylladex and grab the server disc. It starts to load rather fast, compared to most games you play. You're glad you can distract yourself with your game, and forget what you saw outside. Oh no. You remembered what happened outside. Now you're starting to freak out again.

>Chad: Get to work.
You immediately get to work and start deploying stuff, that is, after you ask yourself why there is so many legos around her house. However, knowing Rita's urgency of the matter, you decide to ask her later about it, instead of right now. You find several nice places for the rather large machines.

You place the Cruxtruder in Rita's room, because obviously something that large needs to be somewhere out of the way, and her rooms was pretty empty. You place the Alchemiter, perhaps the largest machine, on the balcony. You also place the Totem Lathe and the Punch Designix in the Office. You did have to move a few things to fit them both in there, as the table is currently flipped upside down and on the other side of the room, but they fit. You also find a Prepunched Card that you can place down. You place that on the alchemiter, as you are not quite sure where it goes.

>Pester Rita, tell her the job is done.

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

TT: Machines are all placed down.
TT: The Cruxtruder is in your room.
TT: The Alchemiter is on your balcony.
TT: The Totem Lathe and the Punch Designix are in the office.
TT: Oh, and a Prepunched Card is currently laying on the Alchemiter.
TT: If you need anything else, I'm here.

>You've got nothing else to do right now. Go explore the shed!
No way. Something creepy is going on outside, and you a fairly certain it has nothing to do with the fact that you hate being outside. Nope, that's not it at all. Plus, Rita has not responded yet. She might need you.

>Examine the Cruxtruder.
You attempt to pry the lid off of the machine, but realize that its stuck. You're not sure how strong your little cursor is, so you decided to let gravity to the work. You figure that it something heavy landed on it, it might loosen up, or get tighter, either way, its worth a shot. You grab the first heavy object you found, which just happened to be Rita's toilet. You wince as you uproot the whole thing. A small hole appears in the floor.

>Drop that toilet!
You drop the toilet on top of the Cruxtruder, and the lid flies off, and the toilet lands on the ground. Before you realize that the toilet water was getting everywhere, and small pink orb like thing popped out of the machine. It was rather cool to look at, the pink energy-like thing radiate and glowed.

>Return the toilet to the bathroom! Nothing ever happened to her toilet.
You realize it might be a smart idea to return the toilet before it cause more of a mess. You carefully drag it through the hallways and back into the bathroom. You place it down back where it was. Water was everywhere, and cracks in the floor were definitely obvious.

>Tell Rita what happened.

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

TT: The Cruxtruder is open now, and some weird pink orb thingy popped out.
TT: On a side note, I recommend avoiding your bathroom.

>Now that your work is down, examine the outside of her house.
You zoom out, and see her house is rather nice looking, but kinda tacky in your opinion. You are about to move back inside her house, when something catches your eye. You see Rita!.... and Rita? Covered in blood, you see the Rita you know all too well, and another Rita wearing some strange purple clothing. You hope that she/they? are okay.

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

TT: Are you okay? What happened? Why do you have a twin?

Okay, that may have been a little rude to ask all in one sentence, but you are really concerned for her well being. You attempt to move your cursor over to poke them, but they are just out of your range.

> Cliffhanger: Cease to be a thing that currently exists.

Hm? Ohh, you're talking about Mark, huh? Right. Let's go see what he's doing.

> Mark: Have mental breakdown.

That sounds like an incredibly bad idea! This is a terrible time to have one as one of those ugly little invaders has spontaneously morphed into what appears to be a... robot... mobster... thing?

Either way the little brute promptly smacks you in the face with a now-metallic fist. OW.

> Combat Operandi: Fall Guy

You slam your axe into the floor for a moment, then bring out your Towel. You wave it like a matador and taunt the little robo-imp. Ole! Ole!

Thankfully, even though it's stronger now, it's still stupid enough to charge. You do a DUDE DODGE and catch his head with your towel, then use his own inertia plus the force of gravity to toss him into the axe. On impact, he bursts into those colorful gushers again. Score one for physics!

Still, some of them appear to be of different colors now. That's weird. You claim your figurine again and wander back up to your room. Happily, the loading seems to be done! And there's one of your chums now...

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

--technologicalTitan [TT] began pestering clarionAcoustic [CA]--
TT: Hey Mark, I need some help over here.
TT: These imps are getting out of control.
CA: Oh, yeah, you might wanna watch out for that~
CA: Last I checked they were some unholy lego robot gangster things~
TT: That sounds like an abomination.
TT: They are trying to get into my house.
CA: Yeah, that's bad~
TT: I've boarded up the windows and doors, but I'm not sure they will hold.
CA: The good news is I have the Server downloaded~
TT: Really? Awesome! Perhaps you could connect to me so I could get out of this situation.
CA: All right, let's get this set~
TT: Let me run downstairs and set up the client.

Well. That's one thing that's actually going semi-right today. Now to just get a connection going...

>Chad: What the heck happened?
You're not quite sure what you just saw, but it looked rather epic. Rita threw Rita into the pink orb as well as some legos, and the orb turned into a pink Rita? As soon as that happened, you hear an even louder crash outside your house. Even though you refuse to head outside, it can't be too bad to see what happened from inside. Right?

>Run upstairs and check out the noise.
You run upstairs and check out the noise. Looking out the same window towards your shed, you can clearly see several small monsters emerging from the shed. The imps? all look slightly different, kinda robotic with strange lego mobster additions. Didn't Rita just turn into a lego monster thing? You are not sure what is going on anymore, but those imps have the same eyes you saw earlier. Clearly those things are part of the game, there is no way that the whole lego mobster thing is a coincidence.

>Trip and make a loud noise.
Now why would you do that? And alert the imps to your presence? No thanks. You promptly turn around and trip on your shoe lashes, causing pots and pans to fall off the kitchen counter. Great, as if you needed any more attention right now. You stand back up and discover all the imps are looking at you....

>Freak out.
You quickly slam the window shut and lock it too. You run over the nearby door and to double check that it is in fact locked. And just as you begin to run back towards your room, the imps are clawing at the window, and one even punched a hole straight through it! Your not feeling too confident in your houses ability to keep you safe for long. You're not sure what to do. You do the best thing you can think to do, and push the fridge in front of the window. Now to block the rest of the house.

>Realize that almost every single window upstairs is open.
Your eyes twitch for a second. There is no way you can block all this windows. Time for creative thinking! You run over to the door leading upstairs, and lock it. That should hold them for a while.

>Blockade all the entrances to your house.
That's easy, you've done this many times before. Sure your house is a wreck now, but you are safe. At least, you hope so. Your living room is now practically devoid of any and all furniture. Its all being used to block doors and windows.

>Run downstairs and attempt to procure assistance.
Locking your door on the way down, you run over to your computer and see that a few of your friends are online, but realize that Mark is probably the one who isn't doing anything extremely important right now. You quickly start pestering him.
(You then proceed to to have the exact same conversation as before. Yeah..)

>Load the client disk.
You pop the client disc and proceed to watch the pretty loading screen. Perhaps too flashy...

Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler

So preeeety

> Mark: Stand in awe of what has just occurred.

You cannot do this as you are not actually consciously aware of what has happened to Rita. However, you are struck by a sudden sensation that something truly mind-bendingly awesome has occurred, and you weep a single tear of joy at it. Then you get to work.

> Do some work.

Oh yes. You have finally connected. Time to get this party started.

Hmm... On screen, the most conspicuous thing you notice is the freaking siege they've put Chad's house under. Are... are those two actually using a third imp as a battering ram against his front door?

> Engage in cartoony shenanigans

You got it boss.

You wait for them to back all the way up, then deploy the object that the HUD calls the Cruxtruder right behind the crude blockade that is currently keeping the door shut. With a marvelous THUMP the imps collapse on impact. Your day is getting brighter already! ... And no, it's most definitely not because of the actual meteor that appears to be getting closer in the horizon.

> De-ploy! De-ploy!

Hold your horses, now, you've got a couple other of these gizmos to tactically place. You put down the Alchemiter in the study upstairs. You briefly consider putting down a machine in Chad's room, but dismiss the notion. You prepare to deploy the Punch Designex in the last room, but it's locked up tight and you can neither get in it or see in it. Bah. You'll have to go back downstairs to make more magic happen.

So instead you decide to put it and the Totem Lathe in the kitchen. If you can only save a few rooms, you figure the food supply ought to be one of them. You just have to negotiate the issue of size. Carefully you grab the fridge from its current place and...

OH NO!

Your finger slips and you accidentally hurl it into the living room. It crushes an imp that managed to crawl through a window, which you guess is a favor to the world, but you should really retrieve that as soon as you can. You wonder if you can... can just sort of... prop it up and...

Okay. So you managed to get it standing against a wall again. But you don't trust yourself to plug it in. You contact your chum with news, since you've been making a right bloody mess here.

Pesterlog (open) Pesterlog (close)

--clarionAcoustic [CA] began pestering technologicalTitan [TT]--
CA: Uhh~
CA: The good news is I set up everything I could in your house~
CA: The bad news is I kinda threw your fridge into an imp~
CA: The worst news is some of them are trying to get in your windows~