Housetrapped - The Game

[Housetrapped GM]

Housetrapped

> Game: BEGIN

[Admin]

A young girl stands in her room. It is her birthday today. What is this girl's name?

> Enter name

Your name is METTLI D'STAVIA

> examine room

You look upon your room, observing a heavy overflow of STUFFED ANIMALS. Their abundance is insignificant, despite their massive plush bodies partially covering the DISEASE PRINTOUTS of your favorite diseases.

> CAPTCHALOGUE Pink Bunny in Sylladex

You can't imagine why this rather large and overstuffed cobbling of pink fabrics and thread would serve any more purpose to you opposed to the other overstuffed animals, but you sigh and don't ask questions.

[TOKAM]

Oh hey, wait a sec, who's this asshole barging in all unannounced?

> Enter name

You are ERIC FISCHER

> Take a look at your room, dick

Hey now, name calling is completely uncalled for. Still, might as well.

. . . Your room is really pretty boring, actually. Your old crappy PC sits over in the corner, across from your TV, where you keep all of your various GAMES, terrible or otherwise. Your books sit on shelves along another wall.

A few posters line your walls.

> Examine Midnight Crew poster

Oh Spades Slick, you murderous rapscallion you. You're sure to off all of those annoying green torsos someday. Keep the faith!

> See if your copy of the Sburb beta has arrived yet.

Nah, you already know that it's here. Your sister picked it up a couple of days ago, but there's no way in hell you're gonna force a confrontation with her over it. Not yet, anyway.

> This kid is boring. Be somebody else.

[Celia]

>Label "0"

>Enter name

Your name is Harlot McCheckForAnAdamsApple.

>What? Explain yourself.

You are a transvestite, thus explaining your notable upper body strength. You enjoy hitting on guys in bars despite being only thirteen.

>QUIT BEING A WISEASS

Sorry.

>Goto "0"

>Enter name

Your name is Felicia Emet.

>Examine room

As you browse over your room you can see that it has spelunker's equipment scattered about the area. You also take note of several cookbooks, knives, and cooking boards that you use for your hobby of cooking, although you do not feel particularly proud that you are learning to do an activity that is attributed to a submissive stereotype of women, as you ARE A LEGITIMATE FEMALE. Upon close inspection, you see some hideous malformities in the corner of your room that are the result of your experimentations in glassblowing, which you continue to produce despite repeatedly failing to match up to the steep learning curve of the profession.

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Oh, and also this.

[Golden Emblem]

> Enter name

Your name is THE MASKED SHADOW.

> What?

THE MASKED SHADOW is a hero of the night, delivering justice with one death at a time, and striking fear into all that-

> Enter name, idiot. You aren’t Batman.

Your name is ANTHONY VALIHAN.

> Examine room

Your room is extremely neat, almost to the point of showing signs of OCD. You have a single bed, two computers, and a shelf filled mainly with COMIC BOOKS, along with books on various subjects you enjoy. There is a teleportation pad in one corner of the room. There is also a sewing machine on a desk here, along with several finished pieces of clothing. You enjoy making clothes.

[TOKAM]

> Eric: Sylladex fuckery, go!

You figure you ought to captchalogue some of the stuff you plan on using later.

> Captchalogue LAPTOP

Your laptop is even shittier than your desktop, but at least it'll run Pesterchum. Very useful for on-the-go chatting! You set it to your default card, mapped to the Konami Code.

> Captchalogue GUITAR

Okay. You weren't actually planning on doing any playing today, but okay.

... And there goes your backpack, straight into the wall. Why was that in there?

It's probably a good thing that you weren't anywhere near a window.

> Captchalogue WALKING STICK

Your WALKING STICK is already safely nestled in your STRIFE DECK, fuckass!

> Go retrieve your Sburb Beta

You'd really rather not.

> Confront your sister, wuss

No.

> DO IT

It's just not gonna happen, bub!

You know you're going to have to face her sooner or later, but you'd really rather have it be "later". Normally you wouldn't make a big deal out of it, but normally she isn't this super-nice, super-supportive, super-smothering thing, either. You don't know what's gotten into her, but you wish it would stop.

It's creepy, and more importantly, it's really annoying.

> Fine. Pester your chum instead.

You give Anthony a ring. It's not a very eventful conversation. Mostly it's just you bitching about how much you don't want to face your sister and him telling you to grow a pair.

> Speaking of that, why don't you take care of that now?

Yeah, sure.

> So go do it!

You head out the door and down the hall. You're quite sure that absolutely nothing will interrupt you in this endeavor.

[Admin]

> Mettli: Get to your fricken laptop!

You scour a mountain of plush mammals and sit at your computer desk. Pesterchum is open, and you notice a dear friend has begun pestering you. A pleasant conversation with your chum Anthony takes place.

maskedShade: So, besides that, how has your day been?
medicDynamic says: pretty good, I got my copy of sburb, and i'm thinking of installing soon. h/o gotta ask eric about system requirements.

> Get your ass back to the kitchen and make me a sammich!

You shake your head with disdain. What a terrible idea! Though, that was where you saw your copy of the Sburb beta earlier. A more motivated person would've installed it as soon as it arrived, but you don't possess that kind of motivation.

> Did I ask for an explanation?

Alright already... You consider CAPTCHALOGING your laptop, however, knowing your FETCH MODUS is prone to breaking valuable things, you respectfully decline. After passing through several normal rooms with seemingly enough furniture to fit two families, you arrive in the kitchen. You notice a parcel on top of your beta disk! Huzzah! Your Dad took the rest of the mail to the basement with him.

> You should CAPTCHALOGUE that disk.

You pause. You pick up the copy of the beta and wedge it in your present box before successfully CAPTCHALOGING Present with beta attached into your sylladex, and forcefully projecting your stuffed pink rabbit up and out of your sylladex. It smacks the ceiling, but is too soft to cause damage. You leave it there.

> THAT TOOK TOO LONG AND I GOT BORED. Go back to your room and install your beta!

You do so, and before you open your gift, you notice a message from your chumbuddy Anthony again, who asks you if you've received a present from him. It appears that yes, you have!

[Cetasaurus]

> Enter name

Your name is CASSEY LUCAS.

> That was boring.

And?

> Just examine your room

Your room has no extra things just laying around. It is a neutral shade of grey-blue. Your door is in the left corner at the front. Your bed is in the corner opposite from the door. Your dresser is against the wall to the right of your bed. You don't have a closet. Both are fashioned from a dark wood. Your bedspread and pillows are as neutral as the color of your walls.

Your desk is against the wall that the door enters through, but to the right, in the other corner. It is neat, with a laptop, a small printer/scanner, a stack of papers and a pen, and a book, which must be your SYLLADEX.

[shadowdeath]

A kid runs around the room flapping his arms. He's pretending to be an aeroplane.

> Hey cool dude, chill for a sec, what's your name big shot?

Your name is JONATHAN JAMES JENNINGS THE FIFTH.

> Sweet name man! Alright continue your flying Captain.

You continue to run around flapping your wings making helicopter sounds until you trip over your copy of Sburb Beta (which came in weeks ago because your Mommy made sure to get it for you as soon as she could) and fall flat on your face.

> Ouch bro, you alright? Get up and look in the mirror.

You get up and look in the mirror. You gasp when you realize you have dots on your face. You start scratching your face thinking its chicken pox... when its really freckles.

> Go check that out! Stuff looks serious! Go get a FIRST AID KIT!

You start heading towards the bathroom to find one when you realize there's an open FIRST AID KIT lying magically on the floor. BANDAIDS are spewing out of it and next to it is some CANDY.

> Captchalogue CANDY!... oh wait no I meant the FIRST AID KIT!

Too late, you eat a BANDAID and the CANDY is stored into your Captchalogue Deck.

[Admin]

> Open your present! You got a present! Open your present! Open it!

This is spectacular! You get a stuffed dragon! And what have we here? Medical anthology? Terrific! You place both on your bed and smile.

> Strip naked and run down your street.

No, that would not be a good idea. Your better judgement decides against that.

> Fine. Thank your chum then.

medicDynamic: I opened the present. you do care!
maskedShade: Yes, I do.
medicDynamic: I love it. what should I name the dragon?
maskedShade: Whatever you want.

You place the stuffed dragon and medical anthology on your bed. Somehow, you feel like those will become useful in the future.

> INSTALL YOUR BETA. SUPERFUNTIME GO!

You realize Sburb requires two people. You frown, and start pestering your chum Eric. The conversation is pretty awesome. You discuss Sburb, and realize that your dad took the Sburb-server disk to the basement with him, so you decide to just run the disk you do have, but not before making sure Eric is running the server disk. Superfuntime go, indeed!

> Install the disk?

You eagerly insert the disk into your computer. A pretty wicked cool design appears, which you enjoy, because it's visually pleasing. Now, to wait for it to finish downloading, and to contact Eric about him being the server.

[TOKAM]

===>

Sorry, that command doesn't mean anything without images.

> I see. Continue, then?

That'll work.

You continue down the hallway, toward the kitchen. With any luck, the beta will be there, and she won't.

... oh, wait. You should probably take a second to answer that first.

> Answer your chum

God, Jon is just so fucking crazy. Writing a song? Seriously? He's unreal. Now where were you again?

> Enter kitchen

Well, no sister, but no beta either. Damn.

You grab a cookie before leaving though.

> Check living room

You spend most of your time in this room. You already know it's not there.

Various music posters, mugs, and other such items litter the room. That stuff is absolutely ridiculous, you swear.

> Check Sis's room

No fucking way. There's only one room in the house that you refuse to enter, and it's that one. Probably stuffed to the roof with all of her stupid music bullshit. You want nothing to do with that.

> There's only a couple rooms left. . .

You feel pretty safe ruling out the bathroom. That just leaves your sister's office. If she's anywhere in the house, it'll probably be in there. Goddammit.

> Get pestered by your chum.

No time right now. You'll respond to whoever it is later.

> Open office door

You open the door slowly, trying to avoid making any noise. Anything to avoid forcing a confrontation.

The room is much the same as the living room, absolutely covered with all of her silly memorabilia. Sometimes you really wish you could get away with pitching the stuff.

> BUSTED!

Oh shit! She's there, she saw you, and she's got a strange look in her eye. Let the smothering begin.

> STRIFE!

Wait, what?

> STRIFE!!!

Oh, hey, she's got her crazy conductor's baton out, and she's pointing it right at you!

. . . Now this is more like it!

> SHUT UP AND STRIFE!!!!!

Oh, right.

You put up a good fight, but your choice of weapon really cripples you. Of course, anything better would probably be lethal, so you win some, you lose some.

> Get your ass kicked

Already done! She chucks your weak ass out the door, then goes back to whatever she was doing before. It's absolutely great.

> Answer Mettli

You take a minute to talk to her before starting round two.

> Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

That doesn't even make any sense.

> Be the assassin, dumbass.

Oh. Yeah.

You already have this planned out. In one fell swoop, you shove open the door and race in. There it is! The beta is right there on her desk!

> Not fast enough.

You were planning on that, too. She deals you a couple drubbings with her baton. They don't actually hurt, but they're kind of distracting.

> Quick! Do something clever!

You tap in a quick code on your wristpad.

> Guitar: Fly toward the wall

Dammit, that wasn't what you wanted to do!

... But it just might work! Sis has taken time off from baton-drubbings to catch the precious musical instrument!

> Quick, abscond!

You grab the beta and get the hell out.

> Pester Mettli

You figure you've left her hanging long enough Somewhere in there, there's a...

> Surprise hug!

GACK! Apparently you passed some sort of challenge or another, because she's back to super-loving mode.

SO ANNOYING.

> Pester Anthony

It'd be more accurate to say that he pesters you. You tell him the good news. Sounds like he's in for a rough ride for the next few days.

> Back to your room you go.

You head back down the hallway and prepare to install the beta.

[Cetasaurus]

>Turn on your laptop computer.

Like this?

> Yes.

Sburb Beta has already been installed.

Pesterchum is functional.

Computers are like the Sylladexes of technology, you think to yourself.

>Go downstairs.

Mom is home. You ask how her day went. You don't listen to her rambling reply.

>Go back to your room and try to find something worthwhile to do.

Hey, don't I play the keyboard?

>Check the gameroom full of books and games on your second floor.

You enter the room and see the instrument propped on a wobbly looking stand. You lean over and pick it all up, and it's not too heavy. You carry it back to your room and set it next to your dresser.

>Well? Plug it in.

The cord has been trailing as you moved the instrument. You now insert the plug into the outlet and hit the power button. You press a key of the instrument to make sure it works. You turn up the volume a little bit. Everything seems to function fine.

>Check your computer again in case someone is online.

You head back to your desk and sit down.

((This is very new to me... Am I doing this right? o.O ))

[Celia]

>This is boring. Quit staring at a room you have surely seen a million times and do something.

You do indeed get a bit tired of staring at your failed pieces of glass and decide to go on your desktop.

>Pester one of your cohorts.

You pick up a friendly conversation with Mettli, but she really gets your blood boiling.

You go out into the hallway to keep yourself from punching a hole through your computer. You can't believe she has the nerve to OHMYGODSALAMADERS

>What?

Your eurycea! You keep them in a tank at the end of the hall.

>Go to the study.

But...salamanders! They're sooooo cute!

>Go. To. The. Study.

NO. SALAMANDERS HAVE PRIORITY.

[Golden Emblem]

> You need to focus more on your chum.

You decide against it for a moment, and then talk to Eric regarding his copy of the beta. You fear that he thinks you are too morbid, but he needs to know the truth. Also, you believe he really should have gone and confronted his sister.

> What if she shoots him?

You highly doubt that, so you start a conversation with Mettli instead, about her boxes. You are left hanging when she does not reply, and thinking that she has left, you go into the kitchen.

> Holy shit, are those thunderclouds?

You look outside the window and see that yes, there are huge black clouds approaching. You check one of the convenient TOUCH-SCREEN COMPUTER on a nearby wall and notice that the island is expecting a storm tomorrow. Nothing out of the ordinary.

> Was that your stomach or thunder?

It was your stomach, actually. You grab two oranges and a glass of milk. You also realize that, yet again, you're out of milk a day before the supply ship comes.

> But you have a food replication device, right?

You remember that Voltega, your guardian, accidentally broke it trying to make himself dinner, and left you a very apologetic note about it. It won't be fixed until someone can come to repair it, which could take up to a month.

> You must have a huge stomach, because this time it sounded like a ship horn. Get a hold of yourself!

It wasn't you.

> What's a ship doing here?

You check the computer again and notice that the supply ship was moved up to arriving a day early. However, if your beta does arrive, there's nothing you can do for now. If it takes too long and the storm knocks out power....

> The truck is gone. Again, Voltega snuck by you, even with that limp of his. He uses a CANE. You can't hear the cane?!

You aren't too fond of that fact, but on the table, you see a very nice NOTEBOOK AND PEN. The pen is attached to the notebook with a string, which is handy.

> It's empty. What are you going to do, punk?

You decide to CAPTCHALOGUE the NOTEBOOK AND PEN. Since you only have one comic issue, that's all you can do until you get more. You did order a few more issues, and you hope they came in today.

> You should go to your room and check the teleporter pad.

You do. There's nothing there yet, so you go back to the computer.
John just messaged you. You sometimes wonder for his sanity, and also if his mother is the issue here. However, this is no time for psychology. You talk to Eric yet again, and are happy that he stood up to his sister and lived.

> I think Mettli is online.

Before you talk to her, you notice an e-mail from your guardian. He's at the dock and unloading the supply ship now. He says you have some things he'll teleport up, so as you wait.

> Talk to Mettli.

You aren’t sure.

> Well, she messaged you.

Isn’t that handy. As you’re talking, two parcels appear on the teleportation pad.

> Open them, dammit!

You open the first one. It’s some TENSOR BANDAGES and three more issues of Batman. You can finally CAPTCHALOGUE more!

> What are you waiting for?

You CAPTCHALOGUE the TENSOR BANDAGES. There is another package. You open it, and it’s the beta. However, you don’t think it would be a good idea to download it, and you probably won’t have much time to play it now, anyway.

[shadowdeath]

> Hey kiddo, you haven't been on the computer for a long while, why don't you chat with people?

You decide to go to your computer and talk to some of your best friends Ericy and Tonytonytony

> You're having too much fun! Get off the computer.

You decide to run around like an aeroplane again. While flapping your arms.

[Admin]

> Play SBURB!

You smile, as you realize that you really should watch your diet. Tacos never were good to you. Before you become stalked by your chum for an extended period of time, you take a trip to the bathroom.

Your hallway is a hallway, and therefore, boring. W-Wait! No! Your father is walking to the bathroom too! No! This was YOUR bathroom first!

> STRIFE!

Quite the battle commences, and you eventually steal the bathroom away. Your dad retreats to the basement. Oh well. You do your business in a loud and painful manner, regretting your severe weakness to Mexican food. But it's so good.

> Make a taco when you're done.

Absolutely not. Lesson has been learned.