SBURB: the Bienvenidos Ultra Chaos Dunk

>Refrigerator: Level up for slaying the imp.
The REFRIGERATOR skyrockets up the ECHELADDER to a new rung: FIVESTAR GENERAL ELECTRIC and earns 285 BOONDOLLARS. Things are really looking up for this feisty appliance.

>Chad: Freak out.
There is a meteor about to hit your house! When did this happen? You run upstairs to look out a window to see how close it is, but all you see is imp after imp. You start to lose your mind when you realize that Mark had placed all the machines. It's time to get to work.

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>[S]: Do the things that Rita did.

You make up your mind to do the things that Rita did.
You run over to the Cruxtruder and quickly realize that Mark neglected to drop the heavy thing on the machine, or rather you forgot to tell him to do so. You have no idea how long it will take for the meteor, but outside is starting to getting redder, and darker. Something is closing in, fast.

>Come on and SLAM!
You run over to the nearby table, and pick it up with ease, years of strength training has prepared you for this moment. You charge at the machine, and jump. On the way down you SLAM the table down on the machine, and the table explodes into several pieces.
The lid pops off and a blue kernelsprite flies out. You know it needs to be prototyped or something, but you have no idea what to give it. You hold off on that for a while.

>Get that Cruxite!
Your grab the crank on the side of the machine and spin, out pops some cruxite. You scramble around the bottom floor of the house until you find the totem lathe. Finding the prepunched card right next to it, you plug it into the machine, and place the cruxite in the machine. The Lathe spins the cruxite and starts drilling away at it. After a short while, it stops and the machine's job is done. You quickly captchalogue the cruxite totem.

>Use that Alchemiter thingy!
You start to run out of the kitchen, trying to find the alchemiter, but you are having trouble finding it. In fact, you get so angry about it, that you smack one of your mom's plants off the counter... and right into the sprite. Your eyes widen as you realize that you just dun goofed. Congratulations, your sprite is now one of the things you hate the most! You grumble as you realize that it is probably upstairs, where the only remaining space is. You quickly unlock the door, and zoom up those steps.

>Look out upstairs window.
Looking out the window, you see that the imps have stopped bombarding your house, and are all running back towards your shed. You start to wonder why, when something catches your eye. A massive meteor is heading directly for you house. The sky is getting red, and there is only seconds before impact. You put on your serious face. Its do or die.

>Again, Use the Alchemiter thingy!!!!
You SLAM the cruxite totem on the alchemiter, and a suddenly, a rather small gnarled looking tree appears on the pad. Before you are given a chance to react, a pair of shears appears in your hands.

>Trim that tree!
Memories of your mom trimming these trees tells you exactly what to do. You gently trim the tree as fast as you can. Getting rid of the dead branches, as soon as you trim them off, they disappear. The view outside your window is nothing but a large meteorite! You freak out and snap the last dead branch off. Suddenly, the tree starts to glow brightly, until all you see is bright light! Your house is engulfed in light. And suddenly, the meteors impacts.

> Mark: Be amazed

You are momentarily overwhelmed by this. Then an ungodly noise erupts from your lobby. Again. You'd better go out there and check up on things.

When you get there, your Uncle is dealing sweet rockin' death to a bunch of imps, which now have... plants on their heads? He looks somewhat irritated. If you had to guess, they interrupted him while he was playing Dwarf Fortress. By now his entire fort is probably being overrun by clowns or magma or something, or both. It's hard to tell sometimes with that game.

> Let's dance.

You jump down to join your Uncle. As you do so, he grabs one imp by the stalk of the plant and uses him as a bludgeon against a few of his friends, before hurling him into a wall. Ouch. One lunges towards your uncle, and you, with some difficulty, repel him with your bass. You note, with some dismay, that these guys have gotten harder to deal with since they got suits.

Regardless, your uncle picks you up and tosses you into the air. You take a moment to focus yourself as he also punts a few imps up to join you, and you pull your axe to slice one in half mid-air, and going into a frontflip to slash another and stomp on a last one as you fall to the ground. You're not certain that killed him so you embed your weapon in him while he's pinned. But no sooner have you done this then you are sucker-punched and sent flying by another imp.

Your Uncle plays a few mighty chords as you fly, and several imps go flying from the almighty sounds. You roll into a stop, then get a few hits in on some that have gone your way. You shift to bass and thrust towards others with both headstock and pickup on the way back to your uncle. You see some more imps try to rush him and briefly burst into grist for their trouble. You somehow, after a few bruises and other nasty hits, manage to get to your Uncle... whereupon you join him in a rousing duet, punctuated by blows against the crowd. By the end you are sore, tired and battered, but there are no more imps left in your lobby.

And then a stray imp that was smashed upwards promptly comes down on your head. You lose consciousness near-instantly, from both exhaustion and the fact that a heavy metal imp was just dropped on your poor cranium.

> Heir: Awaken.

You wake up in a strange room that is most certainly not your own. Everything looks so... fancy. So royal, even. What's more, everything is yellow. You are most certainly not in Kansas anymore, if you ever were.

You gaze out the window and see a little white man staring up at you. He looks quite flustered to see you. You wave, but then you become acutely aware of an odd, pulling sensation. It seems nostalgic. You have a few brief moments to look up and see strange images in the clouds before you are taken away entirely from this chamber.

> Mark! Wake up!

Gah!

You become aware of liquid being thrown in your face. You don't think it's water. It's... it's...

Lemonade?

You look up at your Uncle, who is standing with a half-empty pitcher. He places it on the kitchen counter and then leaves, presumably to keep your unwelcome guests from causing any more havoc.

As you reorient yourself, you note that you have gone up a few rungs on your ECHELADDER. That's cool. You deserve it, you've been fighting things all day now.

> Captchalogue lemonade.

Do you have to? You've dealt with a lot of lemons lately and you're not certain how you feel about taking yet more of them. It's getting to creepy-stalker levels of item.

> But the imps are robotic, right?

...fair enough. You captchalogue it and pray you won't need it anymore.

> Pester Chums

Good idea. You haven't had a chance to properly examine what happened after the flash and meteors. You figure you'll open up a memo to contact everyone at once.

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CA opened memo on board FRUITY LEMON RUMPUS PARTY.

CA: Uhh~
CA: I dunno where you guys are~
CA: Can everyone give me a status update real quick?~
CA: Especially since I've been fighting imps all day~

>Shall we be someone new?
We shall.
A young lady stands in the middle of her room. Strangely, her room looks suspiciously like a cave. Deciding not to question it, you decide that this girl needs a name. No funny business this time.

>Tori Dalton
There we go, no funny business. You finally got that out of your system did you?

>Examine room.
Your name is Tori Dalton, and your life is crazy. As you can see, your room, is in fact, a cave. You love CAVES, and infact, can't stop thinking about them, for obvious reasons. You love the COLD and everything relating to SNOW. Your love goes beyond normal obsessions, and you even have paper snowflakes hanging from almost every ceiling in the house. You also have an immense love of NATURE, and adore over every living thing. Your bed is rather large, and circular in shape. Covering your bed, is an immense amount of STUFFED ANIMALS. Mostly arctic animals, such as arctic foxes, and polar bears.

In the other corner of your room, is an enormous computer. It's so large, it stretches all the way to the ceiling. You rarely ever use it though. It is really complex, and you have occasionally had to ask your friends how to get it to work. They all seem more computer literate than you are. Your chumhandle is glacialTranscendentalist, and *You think asterisks look like snowflakes!*

>Do a little dance.
You dance more than a little. Once you start dancing, you just can't stop. It's almost like a disease. However, before you get out of control, you trip over a particularly fat stuffed seal. Falling onto your bed, you laugh. Time to get busy.

>Get busy.
Today is the day that you and your friends are going to be playing a game together. You start getting all excited about it. You strive for human contact, and love talking to people. You wish you could have played the game sooner, but that couldn't be changed. Besides, as soon as you discovered you were playing the game, you ordered the game. That was a couple weeks ago. You hoped it would show up today. You rush out of your room to look where it would show up.

>To the mailbox!
You wish it was that easy. You don't have a mailbox per se. Any mail you get is given to you by your friend Ary, he somehow gets a hold of any packages sent your way, and he also sends them away for you too. You have no idea how he does this, but he always seems to know what to do. If he had gotten them, you are going to have to find him.

>You can look for him later, why not pester your chums?
Good idea. You turn on your massive computer. It hums to life and its large screens blinks on. Opening pesterchum, you realize you have missed a lot of messages. You have been getting messages all day long. Sadly for you, you are in a vastly different timezone than the majority of your friends, so by the time their day is almost done, you wake up. It looks like they have already started the game without you. It looks your friend CA is looking for a response on a memo you were invited to.

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GT opened memo on board FRUITY LEMON RUMPUS PARTY.

GT: *Hey! I'm awake!*
GT: *What's going on?*
GT: *And what is an Imp?*

> Mark: anxiously await news

Mark Owens cancels action: anxiously await news: Already anxious.

Seriously, it's taking a distressingly long time for the screen to load properly. Your friends did get out okay, didn't they? Your HYSTERIA METER rises a little.

ohmygoshizzataresponse?!

...Oh. It's GT. She's nice and all, but you're still kind of worried. Still, maybe you should try to explain the situation to her.

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CA: Oh, hey GT~
CA: Uh well~
CA: An imp is a little monster thing~
CA: The ones in question are made of plants and machinery and legos and uh~
CA: ...
CA: Okay I swear this is far less stupid than I make it sound~

Smooth, music kid. You momentarily slap your face at how poorly that came out.

> Chat Technique: Sudden subject change!

Thinking quickly, you decide to see if she's got any info on the others. It's a long shot, but stranger things have happened just today. While you're at it, you should probably see if she has the game yet. If this follows the same pattern as all your friends' houses, she'd better have it before meteors started to fall.

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CA: Uh, well, I'll try to explain later but~
CA: Did you get the game yet?~
CA: And have you heard from the others recently?~
CA: It's kind of a long story but a lot of things happened and I'm kind of worried about them~

As you wait for a reply from your frenzied messages you check Sburb's screen again. Still loading...

> Check your privilege status

The silly escapades you've been engaged in have started to take their toll. Your Health Vial could use some topping out.

> Drink some lemonade?

. . . . .

Fine. You will give this a try.

Against your better judgment you raise a cup of it to your lips. Trembling hands and shuddering taste buds are greeted by...

surprisingly normal and tasty lemonade. Huh. You thought for sure this would be some sort of trap or something. Instead your Health Vial goes back up.

>Read all that CA has said.
Your slightly confused about what he was going on about the imps. But he really seems concerned for your other friends. You attempt to calm him down.

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GT: *Relax! I'm sure they are fine.*
GT: *They can take care of themselves.*
GT: *Its hard to keep them down.*
GT *On a side note, I've not yet gotten my hands on the game.*
GT: *But I'm fairly certain Ary has it*

Speaking of Ary, You hear a large knock on your door. You excitedly rush over to the door and slam it open. Strangely, he is not there. But a green box sits at your feet. Two discs are held with this box. It must be your game! With a girly shriek, you run over to your computer to share the good news with your friend.

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GT: *Never mind*
GT: *I just got the game!*
GT: *He must have known I was talking about it*
GT: *He is weird like that.*
GT: *I didn't see him though, I'm gonna track him down and thank him.*

>Track down your friend.
He is usually in his study. He tends to hang out in that room. You have no idea why, its not like he does anything in there. He just tends to sit in the chair, and sometimes reads a book. Walking out of your room into the main cavern, computers line most of the walls. They are almost constantly running, but you have no idea what they are for. You and Ary have converted the place into a large living room/dining room/kitchen/whatever else you need. It has everything you need to live, but it does sometimes seem kinda cold. No surprise, as you live in the arctic. You walk over to the farthest end of the cave, and walk up to a green door.

Ary always hangs out behind this door. You rarely see him leave, that is, when he is not with you. He loves you like a daughter, but its hard to think of him as one. If he was your father, you would have much bigger muscles... and alot more hair.

>Open the door.
Oh no. You learned long ago not to open the door. You have to knock first, and then if he feels like it, will then open the door. Knocking, you wait a minute, and get no response. Saddened, you walk back to your room.

>Write him a note!
That's a great idea! You run back to a desk in your room and grab a paper and pen. You spend a good several minutes writing a long thank you note for giving you your game. Once you were certain it was finished, you signed it, and ran back to his door. Gently, you quickly slide the note beneath his door. You're not quite sure if he would object to you sliding things into his room, but you did anyways.

> Mark: attempt to explain

You try. You think it came out a jumbled mess involving unstable lego constructions, lemons, and music duels-turned-actual-duels though. You might have just confused her even more so you just quit trying when you realize that even after she gets back it'd be easier to tell her all this after she was not in immediate danger. Then again from what you hear of this Ary dude she seems to be being looked after by the most hardcore guardian on the planet.

> Succumb to unfathomable loneliness

That thought does not escape you. You are honestly kind of freaked out by all the weird stuff going down and you could really use a friend right now. This blasted game is almost trolling you with its loading screens.

...

You decide to carefully empty out your sylladex so it won't eject everything and decide to play something nice and friendly to try and assuage your beleaguered mind's concerns.

And then imps storm into the room.

>Respond to CA
You barely understand a word your friend said, All you can understand is that everything has something to do with lemons and legos. Considering the Memo has lemon in its name, you find it kinda ironic. You decide to yourself that from here on out, you shall refer to it as the Lemo.

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GT: *It seems like alot has happened while I slept.*
GT: *I'm sure I will understand in time.*
GT: *Don't stress yourself. ^_^*
GT *As I said earlier, I got the game!*
GT: *Would you need someone to play with you?*

You are very excited, you can't help thinking about what would be going on when you start. In fact, you are visibly bouncing up and down. Its almost like one of your books you've read. The protagonists go off on an amazing adventure, and... and.... you can't remember anything else. A frown appears on your face, you can't even remember what book it was. Many books have amazing adventures. Doesn't matter too much though, you're bouncing back in place in time.

>♪Do you want to build a snowman?♪
That sounds like a great idea! You are about to rush out side when you remember that you just offered to play with CA. Stay focused! You can do this. You can do both at the same time. You remember captchaloging a large bucket of snow earlier. You might be able to create a small snowman. Sounds like a great idea to you.

Your captchaloging modus is the Snowflake modus. Whenever you captchalog something, it turns into a snowflake, and you have to memorize which snowflake is which. But sometimes, you forgot which snowflake is what item. So you tend to have your sylladex cluttered with various snowflakes. Not that you mind, they are really pretty. On a whim, you pull out the first snowflake, and retrieve a large stuffed bear. Nope, not what you're looking for. You chuck it over onto your bed.

The second snowflake you retrieve happens to be your bucket of snow. Great! You get to work, and spread it all on the floor of your room. Your floor is made of cold stone, so there is no danger of it melting any time soon. Making three snowballs, each smaller in size than the previous one, you stack them on top of each other. Wondering what to use for arms, and his face. You rush over to your desk, and grab a few supplies. You stick pencils in his torso for his arms, and place some tacks on for buttons. You make up the snowmans face with some bits of eraser for the mouth, a pencil stub for the nose, and really large buttons for eyes. Taking a step back, you review your creation.

It.
Is.
PERFECT!

>Flip out
You do more than that. You start to obsess over this little snowman. You scream like the little school girl you wish you could have been. You can't get over how cute it is. Its like the thing just touches your soul, and makes you want to love it! Its so perfect you can't even comprehend. Having memorized which snowflake is your phone, you quickly retrieve it and snap several dozen pictures from almost every angle.

>Tell your friends about your new friend.
Thats right! He is your new friend. You decide to call him Jonathan. That sounds like a good name for a snowman that is about a foot tall. You quickly run to your computer and tell your friend about Jonathan.

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GT: *MARK! MARK!*
GT: *I just made the COOLEST SNOWMAN EVER!!!*
GT: *pun intended*
GT *He is just soooo cuteee!*
GT: *His name is Jonathon!*

You then proceed to give several dozen links to almost each and every picture you took. Surely he can appreciate the true beauty that is Johnathon. You take a look over to where Jon lies, a smile appears on your face. And an eternal smile upon his face.

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inb4 Jon gets prototyped. :P

> Mark: Strife!

You would, but these ones don't actually seem that hostile. They appear to have spray-painted their robot suits blue and they seem content to follow you around like vaguely-monstrous Pikmin that may or may not have a taste for human flesh. You don't claim to understand why they do this, but you guess they're mostly harmless? One of them even goes ahead and (sloppily) makes you a sandwich. It's a nice gesture, if nothing else.

You guess they liked the song? You try playing a few more chords and they drop everything they're doing to start clapping. Huh. That's a new one. You decide to have them just watch over the kitchen.

+ 4 Imp followers? Is this really a good idea?

> Respond to ye Memo

Well, you check up on the memo anyway. GT's responded and she has the game. Though you are a tad unsure of how precisely you should react to this "Jonathon" business.

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CA: Well no~
CA: I mean yes I do~
CA: But like I said it's complicated and we have to be able to close the loop so everyone's playing the game at the same time~
CA: Man, where's CC when we need her~

You purposefully do not mention Jonathon yet, hoping she doesn't notice your silence until you have a more appropriate response.

>GT: Respond.

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GT: *So I guess we should wait then?*
GT: *I just figured that since I had woken up, mostly everyone else would be ready to go.*
GT: *You know how far apart I am from all of you guys.*

Hmm... Perhaps you should do something to keep you busy.

>Make Jon even COOLer.
How will you do that? You ask yourself. Nothing is cooler than Jon, except.... maybe..
You spring up from your chair and rush over to grab one of your pairs of sunglasses. The glasses help protect your eyes from the glare of the light bouncing off the snow. But it's almost a proven fact, wearing shades make anyone COOLer. You gently slide them over his face, he stares back at you. His normal eternal smile now seemingly feels like an eternal smirk. He is suddenly, much COOLer than before.

>Do something sensible.
Sorry, you are currently obsessing over Jon's new look, and therefore, have no time to do something sensible. You take a dozen more pictures of him in new attire. You can't believe you've ever made a snowman this COOL before. Nothing tops Jon. You are going to have to tell all your friends in full detail as soon as you can. But perhaps in person might be better, you like talking better than typing anyways.

>Show CA Jon's new attire.
Well, you kinda feel like you scared CA away a bit, since he didn't even compliment on Jon the first time you showed him. Perhaps he is speechless? Perhaps he doesn't want to admit how adorable COOL he is. Who knows? But you still kinda feel like you overwhelmed him with dozens of pictures. You decide to send only one over. The best one. A full on front shot of Jon in all his glory. There is no way Mark can give you the COLD shoulder this time.

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GT: *I have made my new friend look even better.*
GT: *I have given him sunglasses, and it totally completes his look*
GT: *I can't believe how COOL he looks.*

> Mark: Wear the helmet. Be the Commander.

You are not totally sure you can do that properly as you lack a helmet.... You do strike a dramatic pose with your Imp followers, though. You attempt to be as hardboiled as possible. You are uncertain of your success as the rest of your gang is partially made of legos.

> Throw hat down in disgust.

It makes you so mad you... you... you cannot do it. You cannot throw your hat down in disgust. Not because you are particularly fond of your hat but because you have realized that it is a thing that does not currently exist. You could throw down your headphones but they're expensive and they might break. Instead you just decide to respond to GT before you get any more silly ideas.

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CA: Uh well~
CA: I was trying to keep a cool head earlier~
CA: But yeah I suppose he is~

It's that pair of shades. You have no idea why it works, but adding shades to something always makes it cooler. Even if by definition it is made of ice and slush and thus cannot actually be cooler.

>Tori: Do something else.
It's high time you stop adoring Jon. EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T WANT TO STOP. You feel like you should be doing something else right now, but you are not sure what.

>Since you are just waiting right now, take your phone so you can keep communicating with your friends, and go outside.
That sounds like a great idea! You always like to hang out outside, even though it is always really cold. You don't mind it as much as other people. Grabbing your heavy duty coat and gloves, you hastily put them on and run outside. Taking a step outside your glorious cave dwelling, snow is all you can see for miles, that is, besides the giant antenna sticking out of the ground. It has always been there as long as you can remember. In fact, you're not entirely sure what the purpose of your home was before it became your home, but you don't mind too much. What should you do outside?

>Make Jon 2.0
....
That is the best idea that has ever popped into your skull. You hurriedly starting rolling the giant balls of snow that are necessary for making a snowman. Especially one this cool. umm.. you mean COOL. After a few minutes of making the lower half, you are just about to place on the head, when you get an idea! Why don't you let Jon watch the final pieces of Jon 2.0 being built, its only fair. It's almost like you are now building his daddy. You rush back to your room and carefully pick up Jonathan. You place him outside with you on a large pile of snow and continue to finish the newer snowman.

After placing on the head, you rush back inside to grab the supplies for decorating him. Your grab some buttons from your desk for his torso, and actually find some coal in the main room to use for his face. Rushing over to the kitchen, you find a carrot. A rather large, and straight carrot. Almost like the kind you see in cartoons. It was the perfect carrot. It must not be eaten, but immortalized as Jon2.0's nose. You carefully place them all on him, and decide to finally add the final piece. You grab another pair of shades, and place them on his face.

It.
Is.
MORE PERFECT!

You can't believe how making a full size Jon made him even better. Though, you are starting to feel confused about the names. No one deserves to be someones copy. That is a rather sad existence. His name shall be Timothy. It sounds rather rad, at least, you think so. Tim stands there, in all his coolness. The only problem, he doesn't have arms yet.

>Retrieve arms from woodpile.
You were getting there! You run back inside to the woodpile by the fireplace in the main room and grab two large twigs. Rushing back outside, you place them on torso and step back to admire your work. Tim stands there so majestic, you can't stand it. On instinct, you take several dozen pictures. Forgetting to try to be calm about it, you just link all the dozens of photos to the memo.

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GT: *SO*
GT: *MUCH*
GT: *COOLER!!!*

> Mark: Drown in the River Thames Tims

You look away for a second to make sure the imps haven't broken anything and--

NUFFLE PRESERVE YOU, WHAT

You are drowning in pictures of snowmen again. You would almost believe this to be the work of some kind of incomprehensibly ironic joke on you that is so many levels of irony deep you cannot even penetrate it, but you are fairly sure she isn't capable of that. Unless she knew you'd think that way and this behavior in and of itself is part of the elaborate ruse and she is irony incarnate.

> Stave off the flood.

You will try. What's a good way to change the subject?

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CA:Whoa whoa whoa~
CA: Cool your jets, GT~
CA: I don't even know this guy's name yet~

> Tori: Respond to CA

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GT: *Oh! I'm sorry!*
GT: *I forgot to tell you!*
GT: *Silly me!*
GT: *His name is Timothy!*
GT: *Or rather, Tim, for short*
GT: *Isn't he so COOL!*
CA: You named the giant intimidating bro snowman (broman?) Tim~
GT: *Yes!*
GT: *It's the perfect name for a snowman!*
CA: Why tim?~
GT: *I think the name is rather rad.*
GT: *But that's my opinion*
GT: *There is truly no other reason*
GT: *Besides the fact that both Jon and Tim are three letter names*
GT: *It just seemed to work perfectly!*
GT: *They are like the best of bros!*
GT: *Oh! Oh! That gave me an idea!*
GT: *Brb*

>Put your idea into action.
Yes! It is an amazing Idea! You can't believe it took you talking to CA to think of it. You quickly run over and pick up jon from his current location, and place him on Tim's shoulders. So CUTE COOL! You must tell Mark about this.

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GT: *Okay, I'm back*
GT: *I just put Jon on Tim's shoulders*
CA: (Oh no)~
CA: (What have I done)~
GT: *It's like, the BEST THING EVER!*
GT: *I can't believe i hadn't thought of it until now!*
GT: *Thanks for the idea!*
GT: *I'll send you a few pictures*

You proceed to send him a dozen more pictures of Jon on Tim's shoulders. Your sure that this is the COOLest thing ever.

CA: (no no no no no no no)
GT: *What's wrong?*
CA: Uhh wait wait~
GT: *Is something wrong?*
GT: *Did I ramble again?*
GT: *I'm sorry. :(*
CA: I-it's just like isn't he a little awkward in this position?~
GT: *What's so awkward about it?*
GT: *Jon is standing on Tim's shoulder.*
GT: *Kinda like a pirates parrot*
GT: *It just seems to work so nicely together*
CA: Well the problem is it does look like a parrot~
GT: *I could make a snowparrot.*
GT: *Would that solve the problem?*
CA: I just felt like snowbros should be more... even?~
GT: *Oh oh! I should make them a pet!*
GT: *Anyways, Jon was made first*
GT: *I didn't think to go outside yet*
GT: *I had to use a small bucket of snow in my sylladex*
CA: How do you even use that thing~
CA: I'd never get those patterns down~
GT: *It's hard, but you don't have the eye for detail that I do.*
GT: *The patterns are so pretty*
GT: *Besides, I only memorize the patterns of things I use often*
GT: *Like my phone or my laptop.*
GT: *Those kind of things*
GT: *The rest just kinda is random*
GT: *It's like a guessing game!*
GT: *I love those kind of games!*
GT: *I can't believe I didn't put two and two together*
GT: *I'm sorry, I'm rambling again, Is there something you want to say?*
GT: *Go ahead, I'll wait.*
GT: *Are you going to say anything at all?*
GT: *Oh, I'm sorry, I said I would be waiting*
GT: *and I COMPLETELY ignored myself*
CA: Hey, wait get down from~
GT: *What?*
CA: Nononono not on the counter~
GT: *Umm..*
CA: I am dealing with imps right now
GT: *Should I be concerned?*
CA: Well I dunno~
GT: *I've not seen any of these imps yet.*
GT: *Perhaps they don't like the cold?*
GT: *Perhaps Tim and Jon are scaring them away.*
CA: More like they don't like snow~
GT: *Or. more likely, they don't want to get close to Ary.*
GT: *He can get rather mad when I get hurt*
CA: They're like robotic and they have plants on their heads~
GT: *....*
GT: *Plant headed robots?*
CA: So you might just never have to deal with them~
GT: *SO COOL!*
CA: I don't even know~
GT: *That sounds like something out of one of my books!*
GT: *I can't wait to tell Ary about that.*
CA: Uh, anyway, you said you had the game?~
GT: *Yeah I do! I'm just building these snowmen while I wait to do something with it,*
GT: *Its not going anywhere.*
GT: *Why you ask?*
CA: Oh god why did you have to say that~
CA: That is the one thing you never say~
GT: *What?*
GT: *Oh.*
GT: *I said it's not going anywhere.*
GT: *And it's probably gone, isn't it*
GT: *I'm gonna check real quick.*

>Surely your game disks are not gone. But you should probably check.
You seriously hope you didn't jinx yourself. Its almost impossible for something to sneak inside your cave, but just to make CA happy, you decide to check anyways. You walk back to your room and check your desk where you put them. Right off the bat, you notice they are not where you put them. What the heck? You're sure that it was right there! On top of your books! You frantically search around your desk for several minutes. You quickly tell CA of your predicament.

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GT: *It's gone!*
GT: *I don't know how but it's gone!*
GT: *How could someone get into the cave and move it!*
GT: *There is only one way in!*
CA: oh crackers upon snowcones~
GT: *And I was standing there the entire time!*
GT: *I bet it was those imps.*
GT: *Perhaps the DID come here*
GT: *and are hiding inside the cave where it is warm*
CA: Oh shit~
GT: *That sounds like a rather large problem*
CA: Where's your Ary buddy?~
GT: *Behind his green door*
GT: *Where he usually is.*
CA: You might wanna get him~
GT: *No no no!*
GT: *Never open his door without permission!*
GT: *I will get grounded!*
GT: *He is so strict.*
GT: *I absolutely can not disturb him*
CA: These guys have gotten to be progressively bigger pains in the backside since we started this entire terrible debacle~
GT: *I can take 'em!*
GT: *I'm strong!*
GT: *I'm not a weakling!*
GT: *I'm gonna do it!*
CA: That's not the issue~
CA: There's lots~
GT: *Whats the issue?*
GT: *oh...*
GT: *That there is lots of imps*
GT: *Not issues.*
GT: *Doesn't matter!*
CA: Even small boosts make them quadratically more dangerous since they multiply like rabbits~
GT: *I can still take them!*
GT: *Nothing beats me in a hunt!*
CA: I don't think this is a good idea~
GT: *I can take them all down with my trusty bow*
GT: *Why not?*
GT: *I know this cave like the back of my hand.*
CA: Well they're mostly metal for one~
GT: *Well, some of it, at least*
GT: *Umm... Metal?*
CA: Robots~
GT: *I'm not sure if my bow can pierce metal..*
CA: Or Legos~
GT: *Legos?*
GT: *Why legos?*
CA: It's kind of a toss-up~

Look around the cave for your game.
You quickly run out of your room, and immediately see something strange going on. A weird robot like thing is dancing around on top of one of the various machines. The thing is like an unholy mix of robotic lego mobster pikmin kinda looking thing. Its so strange looking.

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GT: *Umm...*
GT: *I think I see one.*
CA: Oh shit~
GT: *He is kinda dancing on top of one of the machines*
GT: *He's got something in his hands.*
CA: What machine~
GT: *IT'S MY GAME!*
CA: Kill it now then~
GT: *That theif stole my game!*
CA: Before it does something mind-meltingly stupid~
GT: *I'm a gonna do it.*

Before you can pounce on the little imp, it jumps behind the machine. You quickly run over to it, and you are dumb struck. It's gone! It seemingly vanished in mid air! There is no way out of behind it besides the way you are.


GT: *.....*
GT: *He's gone.*
GT: *Crap.*
CA: ...
CA: You have to get that game back~
GT: *I know... But how!*
GT: *This place is huge!*
CA: Like not hyperbole, we need it~
CA: What'd it do?~
GT: *It jumped behind the machine.*
GT: *I looked back there, and it was gone.*
GT: *Like, Gone Gone!*
GT: *Like, a magic dissapearing act gone*
CA: I'd fool around with the machine~
CA: Unless you'd rather have a chat with Ary~
CA: That's also an open option~
GT: *No No.*
GT: *I'd rather not ask Ary.*
GT: *What other option?*
GT: *oh. Woops*
GT: *silly me*
GT: *There is no other options*
GT: *Just asking ARy is also an option*
GT: *I'm going to look now before I'm embarrass myself further...*
GT: *I**
GT: *Stupid....*

(SO BAD CODING! FORGIVE ME! I CAN'T FIND WHAT WENT WRONG FOR THE LIFE OF ME!)

> Mark: Respond.

You want to, but you're not totally certain what to say to this. Plus you're already server-ing for Chad so even if GT had her disks that wouldn't quite work either. You had hoped that the imps' strange biological conditions would hamper their movements in an arctic environment where there was danger of wetting circuits and chilling plants to death, but you suppose that would make a tad too much sense for the day you are currently having.

If that weren't bad enough, your imps are messing about in the cupboard with the dishes, and with, well, all manner of things that they can find. Most of them very valuable. You have to calm one quickly before it shatters the fine china. Wait a second...

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CA: Uhh, hey GT?~
CA: Do you have any idea if any place in your house has a lot of shiny objects?
CA: I think the imps are attracted to that stuff?~
CA: Maybe?~

It's not a perfect theory but it's the closest thing to a lead you have to offer her.

As you await a reply from her, or from anyone really, considering the situation, you poke your head out the door to look into the lobby. It's descending into utter bedlam out there! You don't know what your Uncle is up to but these things are so numerous that they are beginning to overrun you, and you no longer hear the din of combat. You fear he may have been taken by a fey mood and begun working on a strange new trap. Which may come in handy, but if it's anything less effective than, say, a dwarven atom-smasher, it's just a drop in the bucket here. Speaking of, one of those beasts appears to have raided your broom closet for some incomprehensible reason and is cavorting about with a bucket on its head like a helmet. Imp fashion sense sure is weird...

> Mark: Scrutinize area in search of AWOL Guardian.

You suppose you should, at that. You rally your men and they take a formation behind you as you get ready to go out and run. One of them in particular gets to organizing the others into a more coherent form and the like. Quite the little leader, this one. You decide to call him Captain Pepper.

> All right, time's up, let's do this.

You break on three. One... two... thr--

Suddenly one of them dashes in against your plan and Captain Pepper's protests. You grit your teeth. Wonderful. Now what?

The rest of you run to see your last imp clawing at another. You run in and wallop his target while Pepper and the other two cover your back with frying pans and carving knives. With the immediate danger dealt with you seize the feisty one--who shall hereby be known as Leeroy--by the sprout and run as fast you can. Your other imps follow suit and eventually you run into a room without looking at it. You all spend several moments catching your breath before you actually look around and realize that this is one of your Uncle's forbidden rooms...