SBURB: the Bienvenidos Ultra Chaos Dunk

Discussion in 'Sandbox Role Plays' started by Doc Genz, Jan 21, 2014.

  1. Magnere

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    Land of Caves and

    Nothing but rocks could be seen for miles around. There was never any wind here, and nothing ever had changed on the surface. Time seemed to come at a standstill as the skaian rays beat down mercilessly upon the planet. Scorching the world, it baked the surface harder than bricks. But stranger still, was the world beneath this barren wasteland.

    A deep, dark cavern lies underneath. Huge caves sprawl for miles underneath the surface. Stalactites hang very low to the ground, and the dripping water echoes loudly.

    Huge trees sprout up from the ground, their leaves spreading out wide. Large varieties of plant growth spread like a wildfire. Ivy grows on almost every wall, and strange glowing mushrooms are the only light source. Chittering noises can be heard throughout the entire complex of caves, and strange shadows can be seen moving.

    Suddenly, a strange bright ball of light appears, floating in the middle of the cave. It quickly grows to cover the entire underground. Illuminating everything in sight. For a short while, absolutely nothing can be seen. The light blinds all the animals living the caves as they run for shelter, hiding their faces in the ground. Loud screeches could be heard as some were caught unaware, and subsequently blinded.

    Complete terror develops the caves, and as suddenly as the light appeared, it disappeared. In the middle of the jungle, and small cottage appeared from thin air.


    Land of Caves and Jungle

    Large monsters started tearing out of the jungle towards the house. Armed with large branches, rocks, and even small trees, they slowly walked towards the house. In the deep darkness of the cave. the house's light lit an easy path for the monsters to find.

    "Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself. " - Eleanor Roosevelt
  2. Cloud

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    > Awaken.

    Ugh. How long were you out? It doesn't matter. You stand, placing a hand on your head and one on the wall for extra support. You reassess your belongings . . . a shit ton of machinery with no dignifiable purpose, and a bunch of other miscellaneous shit. Great. How much more of a scrub could you be?

    You exit... wherever you are. You can't tell, really. A somewhat tall machine with a square base and a round pound with a graven image sits where you think a sofa used to be. What are you doing?

    > Child, this is no time for games.

    You're way nicer than the other voice! But yes, you think you were playing a game? It's starting to come back now. Your neighbour's house was aflame, and then there was the meteor. . .but you've been out since. You think you know some stuff you didn't before, though. You approach what you now know to be a Punchdesgnix. You overlap a card containing machinery bits and your pickax. It punches both of them in a sequence, and you know what to do next, you think. You go to the garage, where the Cruxtruder is held. You need those dowels so that the lathe can do its thing. Good, this is all working like your dreams said it would. Next, you approach the lathe, locking the dowel into place and inserting your cards as it begins to carve the object within a split second. Great. Without a thought, you reemerge into the living room from the upstairs speakeasy. You plop the object onto the Alchemiter and slam a button on a panel. It begins to alchemize the dowel into something . . . more.

    It takes away a bit of the grists you accumulated earlier. Where did all of those slimy little fucks go, anyways? As you finish pondering those thoughts, you peek onto the Alchemiter so see a mechanized pickax lying there. The Semiauto Shit Shoveler, something whispers into your mind. Its variety of whirling gears and inner contraptions make no sense to you, but damn does it look cool.

    You hear something rummaging around in the kitchen. You approach it, newly acquired weapon drawn, and accost the fiend slinking around in your foodstuff storage. It is a strange amalgamation of matter; the machinery you threw in your sprite seems to have had an effect on the local population as well! Without thinking, you drive the Semiautomatic Shit Shoveler through the beast's dome, having it disperse into the little candies again. Not really, you know it's grist. After collecting your spoils, you take stock of your inventory. You don't have much. Time to see what your friends have!

    You hop onto pesterchum.
    conversations! (open)

    aT: yo
    aT: just wondering what kind of mad loot you guys have
    aT: cause I ain't got shit to make gear with
    aT: just uh
    aT: if you guys don't know already, just look on the back of your sylladex cards and enter the little blurb into PC
    aT: mostly I want like snowglobes and shit if you guys have any of those
    aT: or like a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure poster or one of the volumes or something
    aT: that'd be sweet