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  1. RevolutionaryRebel
    To: Methrage Date: 8/20/2014 10:19:18 PM
    Subject: War Declared!
    Message: War has been declared on you by RevolutionaryRebel for the following reason: At least I have chicken
    From: Methrage Date: 8/20/2014 10:14:43 PM
    Subject: Reason for war?
    Message: Do you have one?
    From: RevolutionaryRebel Date: 8/20/2014 10:15:10 PM
    Subject: RE: Reason for war?
    Message: Do you have a reason for &%$@posting?

  2. RevolutionaryRebel
    Welcome to BobBound; Cybernation's first interactive Declaration of Existence (as far as I'm aware)!
    Here's how it works; between now and the DoE, I will be organising a RP-filled background-laden story leading up to the official DoE. Its elaborate and entertaining nature should hopefully give some background as to the nature of the Alliance, as well as the folks within it.
    All comments made in an 'action'* format may be selected and will have an influence on how the plot unravels. This adventure is being mirrored offsite as well, so some outside suggestions may also be included.
    TLDR: YOU control the story. This will probably lead to horrible consequences, but I'm willing to take that chance.
    *Actions look like this:
    Directions like this can be used by the author (me) to select a character as the main focus, or make things happen inside the story.
    When character is selected or set, you can then tell that character to do things.
    These can be used to alter character behaviour and make things happen.
    That should be all the info y'all need to make this thing happen. My next blog post will basically start the adventure and bring everyone up to date.
    Adios, toreadors!
  3. RevolutionaryRebel
    > Talk to CC
    you shrug. Yeah, why not? If they were added to the network, they must be important for one reason or another. Whoever they are. You pause for a moment, before gingerly opening up a conversation with CC.
    However, you cannot talk to CC, because you can only refer to events impersonally. To talk, you will have to look at the conversation from CC's perspective.
    > Be CC
    You are now Meulin Leijon.
    ==TD Has Entered CC's Crib==
    CC : ~(=^‥^)ノ < H33Y THERE! I'M MEULIN!
    CC : \(=^‥^)// < KURLOZ TOLD ME THAT THE EMPURRESS WAS GOING TO SEND US HER MEWTENANT! IS THAT YOU?
    TD : I am the Draconian Dignitary. I am currently serving the Glorious Monarch as Archagent, due to current circumstances.
    TD : Were you assigned to the infiltration team?
    CC : (=^・ω・^) < YES! I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN DOWN HERE ON DIGITERRA! THE ALIENS HERE ARE SO CUTE! THEY ARE ALL MY LITTLE HUMAN BABIES.
    CC : (=^・ㅅ・^) < IT IS A LITTLE SAD THOUGH BECAUSE THERE ARE NOT MANY TROLLS HERE ON THE PLANET. AND WE HAVE TO CONCEAL OUR IDENTITY FROM THEM TOO! FOR SOME REASON WHEN WE REVEAL OURSELVES THEY GET REALLY UPSET! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEIR PAWBLEM IS!
    CC : (ㅇㅅㅇ) < AND THEY K33P FIGHTING EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME. I HATE IT WHEN MY LITTLE GAY HUMAN BABIES FIGHT. SOME OF THE BIGGEST NATIONS HERE HAVE MILLIONS OF CATSUALTIES FROM WAR. THE OLDER ONES EVEN TRY TO COMPETE EACH OTHER FUR WHO CAN KILL THE MOST! (=;ェ;=)
    CC : (=・ω・=) < I HOPE OUR LITTLE HUMANS DON'T HAVE TO FIGHT IN ANY WARS. I JUST WANT TO K33P THEM SAFE FUREVER AND GROW IN PEACE. BUT IF WE HAVE TO FIGHT, I GUESS WE WILL HAVE TO DO OUR BEST TO DEFEND 'THIS NATION FOR RENT'
    TD : Is that the name of our holding? That is possibly the worst name I have ever heard.
    CC : (^・x・^) < I DIDN'T NAME IT! WHEN WE SAW IT UP FUR SALE, IT SAID 'THIS NATION FUR RENT' ON THE SIGN. I THOUGHT IT WAS A CURIOUS NAME, BUT IT WAS REALLY CHEAP. I LIKE TO HUNT AROUND FUR A BARGIAN!
    CC : (=・x・=) < I TRIED TO RENAME IT AFTERWARDS, BUT THEY WOULDN'T LET ME! IT WAS A ... CAT-ASTROPHE! H33 H33 H33! (=^・^=)
    TD : Ah, well. No matter. As long as it is in good shape, it will serve its purpose.
    CC : (=^・w・^=) < THAT'S TRUE. WELL, I GUESS I WILL S33 YOU WHEN LAND HERE SOON. I HAVE TO GO NOW. THERE ARE SO MANY BALLS OF YARN TO JUGGLE RIGHT NOW! SO MANY PEOPLE! SO MANE SHIPS! SO MANY F33LS!
    CC : (=^・w・^=) < THE F33LS, DD! CAN YOU F33L THEM? THERE ARE JUST SO MANY OF THEM. I CAN NO LONGER CAN!
    TD : I fail to understand what you are referring to, but if you are talking about having an emotional understanding of the common citizenry, you are talking to the wrong Agent.
    TD : I will communicate with you later, Meulin. Have a pleasantly black day.
    ==TD Dropped CC like it's hot==
    You switch back to being Droogs just in time, to be contacted by some other person. Time for another perspective shift.
    > Be SG
    You are now Mr Holliday.
    > Pester TD
    ==SG Has Entered TD's Crib==
    SG : Evenin'
    TD : Salutations.
    SG : May I inquire the status of your various activities?
    TD : May I inquire as to how you acquired my contact details?
    SG : You may, howeva' you may prefer not ta be bored.
    TD : Indeed.
    TD : What part exactly are you playing in the operation?
    TD : I was not informed of what personnel were taking part.
    SG : Oh.
    SG : I wouldn't like to disclose the details, however I will say Ah've got a particular set of skills which are particularly useful.
    SG : In conquest, perhaps.
    TD : Did the Queen assign you, then?
    SG : You could say that.
    SG : It is haaaaard to deny a charming gentleman such as myself anything he desires.
    TD : I can respect a gentleman who knows how to sway the dames.
    TD : If that is what you infer.
    SG : Sway is an easy thing to have with a gun on your hand and some card in the otha'
    TD : Cards and guns?
    SG : Cards and guns.
    TD : I happen to have a liking for both these items.
    TD : We have yet to assign an individual to handle the multitude of guns in our arsenal. IF you are handy with your munitions, I may require your services in their handling.
    TD : We shall speak more of this once I have arrived.
    SG : Are you implying I cannat handle my arms sir?
    TD : On the contrary.
    SG : ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I CANNA-
    -- SG entered a coughing spell --
    ==SG Dropped TD like it's hot==
  4. RevolutionaryRebel
    >View contact list
    You fiddle with your radio. Eventually, it brings up a list of other folk on the network. The new system and UI is so much worse than Serious Business. Them's the breaks, you guess. Some dames just don't appreciate a little class and style.
    ==WELCOME TO GLITTER==
    +++++++++++++++++++++
    JN
    HB
    CD
    GG
    AC
    CC
    SG
    ...
    )(IC
    +++++++++++++++++++++
    This is horrible. There are sparkles all over the screen. And cigars. And some human doing a strange dance. You cannot believe that She would stoop to such levels of
    depravity. You've also picked up a couple of unfamiliar accounts, lacking the usual regimen of Carapacian user handles. It seems like they might be related to those folk she was talking about.
    >Do a silly dance
    Hell no. You do not dance.
    . Unlike one of your comrades, who is far too fond of gleeful activities of such a nature. Besides, dancing music has never been your thing and you'd rather leave such activities to those that do take some measure of pleasure in it, rather than pain yourself for someone elses' amusement.You scroll through the contact list. Surely talking to one of them will be more worthwhile.
    ((This mini-update is based on offsite submissions. Want CN to have an impact on the plot? Y'all got until the 13th to shape how events unfold. Get cracking, y'all))
  5. RevolutionaryRebel
    Your name is DROOGS. You are currently situated in a SPACESHIP which has been directed to land upon the surface of a nearby planet. Your PILOT has just instructed you that your vessel will not be entering the planet for several hours, having only just entered the local SOLAR SYSTEM. In the meantime, you are busy PLOTTING while listening to the soothing songs of CROONERS in your personal QUARTERS. you are always PLOTTING.
    You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for everything efficient and PROFESSIONAL. In fact, were it not for your MURDEROUS TENDENCIES and being entirely AMORAL, you could be considered an exemplary GENTLEMAN. You like to levy taxes, oppress consorts, and all the unpleasant chores of GOVERNANCE others would never dirty their snout with. You have a fondness for SUITS and EXQUISITE HATS, and are in the possession of a collection of BACKUP HATS and SPARE SUITS.
    What will you do?
    That is an incredibly stupid thought. You feel absolutely horrible for even thinking that thought. Your treasured, precious sweet fefeta FEDORA should never be treated to such cruel and unusual punishment.Besides, rabbit felt tastes HORRIBLE and probably wouldn't agree with your gastrointestinal tract. And yet, the hat... It beckons.

    Perhaps. Speaking from an entirely hypothetical viewpoint and ignoring all concepts of intelligence and tact, it may be more palatable to consume a felt hat after a good, thorough boiling. Hypothetical of course.There is no possibility of you ever consuming your own hat. You have totally never done this before and definitely not after first boiling it for six hours straight. None at all.
    ==>
    But, of course, you have more pressing matters to attend to. You were instructed to act as a vanguard for an upcoming invasion of a planet so remote that you do not even have a proper word for it yet. But apparently, its inhabitants sometimes call it 'Bob'. Naturally, you have adopted this phrase in the interests of mingling with the local inhabitants once you arrive on the surface. Aliens are suckers for that sort of thing.
    The terminal in your room is sitting nondescript on your proudly unsoiled desk.
    Yes. This is an excellent idea, one which you have TOTALLY thought up on your own.You message the Big Cheese. She asks you if you're en route. You say yeah, and the package is also en route. She says good, you should have some people meeting you when you get there. You say that's pretty neat, you didn't expect a welcoming party when you hit planet-side. She says, consider it a gift. She also mentions something about wriggling days. You ask what a wriggling day is. She cackles a bit and tells you it isn't important.
    You ask her what the welcoming party is. She says it's a surprise. you say you don't like surprises. Not unless you are the one doing the surprising. You like to know exactly what is going on, so you can make sure things play out the way you want. You like holding all the cards, so to speak. She says you should make fewer gambling puns and more nautical puns. You say that sounds shellfish. She bursts into uncontrolled laughter. She says good one, and quickly hangs up.
    You sure know how to push the buttons of the Dames, when the need arises. You cross your fingers that this doesn't mean she'll be prodding you for more puns later. You don't like puns as much as you like engaging in brutal shenanigans, or scheming. Scheming is pretty much your favourite thing, alongside monochrome babes... when nobody else is looking.
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