"Okay Nathan, NOW!" Tim shouted. Tim leapt into the air, and Nathan shot Gaia Beam energy onto the Masamune, and Tim slashed at The Plague Rat of Doom.
"EEEEE!!" The rat said, wincing from the pain.
"Pikachu, are you okay?" The healer of the group(that would be me) asked. Pikachu responded...
Yes, you're remembering correctly: PROD was already dispatched by loid a dozen or so posts ago. Liyoshi is still an insufferable--and I am using the technically pure definition of insufferable here--asshole, but I must say I approve of the newfound brevity of his posts.
Post #1002, by t0nberry22
"Okay. I'll help. I need that melody anyway." Ton then explained about his Magicant and how Dark Ton was now running loose and would probably head for Lavos.
The poor fool. Lavos does not share power."Whoa... That's not good." said Kiyo. "Yeah. Anyway, I need this melody, it's the last one of the original 8 that I need." Ton looked around. "Hey, are you guys done fighting?"
I can't really tell if he's asking that the same way I would--"are you schmucks finally done fighting?"--or the opposite--"is there still a fight going on I can jump into?"
Post #1003, by Falcon24
(Wait a min, I thought I defeated the Plague Rat of Doom way back in SM.net gathering part 1...well whatever.
Well, Mondo Mole got killed like eight times way back when, and I don't remember you complaining about it.And I didn't plan on leaving the fic, I was hoping someone would bring me back to life or something :| )
Yes, yes. It's just that everyone else was, well, hoping you were leaving the fic. I'm surprised to see Falcon24 stooping to asking politely for someone to be nice to him, even if it's for nefarious purposes.
Post #1004, by Chris
This is going to be good. guruzeth has arrived; will Chris intercept him before he gets to PSI322?After hours of staring out his window, Chris still hadn't come up with anything. Of course, he also didn't know what he was trying to think of, so his mind wandered amongst many things.
Uh oh. Sounds like another meandering angsty diatribe.More than anything else, his mind wondered at the impending question of staying here or leaving the island.
My god. You were angsting over this question like 700 posts ago! And nobody cared then, much less now! Do you ever find anything different to do?He had been here for a few weeks now, maybe even a month.
It's been about six weeks since the Gathering began. I have not the foggiest idea how much time passed in-story, though. My best guess would be about three weeks.People at home were probably wondering where he had been for all this time. His friends probably missed him, his family definitely did.
Not to be unduly mean, but based on his various internet posts I have to ponder whether he really had very many friends that would miss him.On the other hand, life here was a great experience too. Exploring his favorite alternate world, meeting all kinds of people and adventures, and spending time with the people he worked and played with every day had been a very special time for him. Every day, it started to seem like more people might be planning on staying here, where life was totally free, and you could do pretty much anything.
Blah blah blah blah god could we please get on to something new?"A true paradise." Chris said aloud. These were the first words he had spoken in some time, and the sound briefly startled him.
A true paradise, he thought. He could live his life here, wandering among the lands and spending time with his friends.
I'm sorry, I'm being mean again, but: you don't have any friends. The very best we could say is that you have a friend, PSI322, but since you have not actually spent time in the company of anyone but PSI322... yeah. And your one friend in this loopy fantasy world has tried six times to get the hell away from you.And yet, this little world was limited by its own boundraies, and could it grow tiring after a few months or years? There was so much more to the real world, that perhaps it might be better to go back.
And so, after hours of staring and thinking, he still hadn't made up his mind about anything, just had contemplated everything. Seeing as how it was going to be dawn soon, Chris decided to go down to the beach and watch it from there.
Thank you for completely wasting my time. I'd say 'our' but I'm probably the only person (except maaaaybe PSI322) that has ever read this entire post.
But yeah, basically this is Chris announcing "no thanks, I'm going to wait for guruzeth to do his thing and then I'll attach myself to it later." You could read it as Chris threatening to leave the story, I suppose, but even at the time I didn't imagine he would do that.
Post #1005, by PSI322
Hours earlier, Juliana had come running into her hotel room in tears...she'd flung herself down on the bed and cried for so long, she was surprised that her tear ducts hadn't run dry. Something inside her hurt so badly, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it...but she knew one thing, and that was that the pain was excrutiating.
Ultra-rare PSI322 spelling error. I think that's the second one in this entire thread. It's 'excruciating' with a C. My official count of guruzeth spelling errors stands at 1 right now; it's going to be an interesting duel for the Grammar Guru title.
PSI322 is showing Chris how angst is done, I guess. You don't even have to identify a source of your pain, it's just pain! After all, what is a soul, if not a bowl of pain? A bowl of pain. A bowl of pain.Not really knowing what was wrong at that time, Juliana had risen from her bed and sat at the windowseat for a long time, scribbling bits of phrases and tangles of words into her notebook in a desperate attempt to create poetry out of chaos.
Usually it just stays chaos, then the writer convinces herself it's great and calls it poetry.Reading over what she'd done, Juliana actually managed to smile, pleased with her work. Writing a few good poems always made Juliana smile; she was thankful that something around her could do that for her.
Unwritten implication: Because Chris doesn't. Naw, I don't actually think she meant anything by it, but it's fun to pretend she did.After changing her clothes and taking a Tylenol to soothe a slight headache, Juliana slipped out of her room and locked the door behind her.
She has the room to herself, right? So why is she 'slipping out' of it as if to evade detection by the dastardly ninja staking the place out?As she proceeded down the hallway towards the stairwell which led to the lobby, she heard the voices of several weary-sounding travelers who seemed to be just around the corner. Not recognizing their voices at all, Juliana quickened her pace, anxious, all of a sudden, to meet these strangers.
This paragraph makes me laugh because there's definitely a clear implication to this one: I cannot WAIT to join up with a group of people, for a Chris buffer. So now Chris, as he knew or should have known, is going to have to join a group pretty much dominated by guruzeth for the duration of this thing, because that's where PSI322 is going to be.As she came around the bend, Juliana spotted two boys and a girl exiting the elevator on the left side of the hallway.
Boys? I was 18, bucko, thank you very much.
You're right, 'boy' is the appropriate term shut up.They seemed a little tired; two of them were soaked, or so it appeared to Juliana.
I believe you already observed they seem tired. Or 'weary', if you will. And I'm not sure how one can make a mistake on whether a person is soaked or not. It's usually pretty obvious.Regardless, all three were carrying on and laughing a bit as if they were the best of friends.
That's odd, since, while guruzeth and Traceh might be BFFs by now, they both just now met EBPoo for the first time in their lives. And if you're thinking of invoking e-friends, guruzeth and EBPoo were definitely not that.Overcoming a touch of nervousness, Juliana spoke up. "Well, hello there, strangers," she greeted them. "I do believe I've actually managed to locate three EarthBounders who I haven't met yet!"
I have no idea how I would react if someone actually walked up to me and said that.The three travelers eyed Juliana and nodded.
You're damn right they did. At least the two males certainly did. It's funny that she threw that in; PSI322 usually picked her words thoughtfully."I think you're right," one of the boys said after glancing at her. "Anyway, I'm EBPoo from the forums. Poo from mIRC."
The girl, standing to Poo's left, was the next to introduce herself. "My name's Tracy," she said, "also known as Traceh."
Is 'Traceh' really pronounced in such a way as to be clearly distinguishable from 'Tracy'? I don't know.
And now, we reach the whole point of this post. Drumroll, please....The second of the two boys spoke up just then. "And I would be guruzeth."
That's right: guruzeth talks like the Gord. That's how you know he's awesome.He paused for a moment. "Hmmm. There aren't too many girls at Starmen.Net, so I ought to be able to guess who you are without too many tries," he began.
Let's see, Traceh's right here... too old to be Luna... too normal to be Umi or Reyna... too old AND too not bats--- insane to be PikaChan... yep, that pretty much means you have to be PSI322.Juliana smiled. "I'll save you the trouble," she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. "PSI322, at your service."
I love the language there. It's like he didn't even offer his hand, she just freaking grabbed it. You can't convince me she didn't do that on purpose as a nose-thumbing to Traceh, who you'll recall came up with an assortment of ways to almost make hand-to-hand contact with guruzeth without quite doing so. Which you'll also recall really annoyed PSI322. "Traceh, I like you and you're awesome and I look forward to hanging out. But you see this hand? MINE." And poor Traceh's like "WTF?"[This message has been edited by PSI322 (edited 05-15-2000).]
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