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((I can play a pretty decent AradiaBot, so I'll take her if we end up needing a time player.
I'm not procrastinating, I'm just RPing in class during finals. It's brainstorming for my final project, honest.))

DIRK: Alright, we should be able to dream up an android body for now.
DIRK: Once I wake up I'll be able to build him a real one.
DIRK: I'll need some help in transferring him into the body.
DIRK: I want to get this done before we leave, so we've got less than half an hour.
DIRK: Plus I'd really like my shades back so I can read the memo.
DIRK: Hopefully getting him out of the shades will break some of his more annoying auto-responses.
DIRK: I'm getting real sick of having to mute him every time he hears his name.
AuthorBot: Yeah, sure we can help.
AuthorBotJunior: Yes.

In the Memo:

JR: @BlueDirk, I imagine you probably don't activate the "Prince of Heart" effects because although you are clearly RELATED to OrangeDirk, you definitely don't have the same player ID or anything.
JR: But I've seen weirder shit in Paradox Space. Are you physically near him at that meet up thing? It'd be interesting to see how in-person shit goes down.
JR: *sigh* Oh, and @everyone, bluh bluh, the Waste of Space is a huge asshole.
JR: Turns out he also was in contact with the Cherub that became Lord English. *sigh* I thought he was better than that. Why the fuck would he be HELPING the Lord of Douche? No wonder the cherub was able to beat a one player session, with fucking game breaking trans-dimensional help.

AB: Ḫ̝̰͈̉̎̉͐̕͘͘̚e͘y͍̮̐̍,̨̻̀̋̄̀ͯ̃ͅ w̋͠҉̙̻ͤ͡hò͟a̴̧̱̬̺͇͌̋̊ͣ̀̓.̘̥̲̥̰̟̣́̏ͫ̀̈́͜ Ŝ͙͓̔ẗ̛͎͕́ͮ̏ͦͭ͌̚͢o͚͙̍ͫ̀̾͠p͝ t̛̜̲̀ͦͭͅh̥̭̫̪̠͑ͤ̀͝a̞̓͏̫̣̹̀ͧ͂͢͡t̪̩͖̗͒ͭ͗͝.̪͇̜ T̶̟͎͇͍̔̆̇̓͜͜͟͞͝h̵͚͎̎̄ͪ͘͜è̠̚re͎ iş̘̭̯̓̀ͩ͊͏̴̵̣̋ͫ 0̡̯̻̺̤̖͆̽͘ͅ e͜v̛͎̙̝̓̃́̕͢ͅi҉̷̢̲d̑e̡͓̪n͈ͥ̀c̷̬͚̰̀͛̀ͥͪ͆͛͘͝e̛͓̅́͞ t̓̑͟͏̷͍hà̷̧̼̻̽̎ͭ̒̅ͬͮ̓̚t̡̛̗̜͚̯̽͢͏ t̑̉͠҉҉̷̪͔̀̎͟he͍̠̭ͣ̌ͤ́̇̊͌͗͢͟ W̄a̵̷̧̰̙͕̣̭̠̹͒͐҉š̢̤̣̩̣̀̀̍͂ͩ̾̊͘t̴̢̛̰͓̍ͣ̅́̅͠ē̶ͯ́͛́͜҉ͥ oͧ̿̓̆f S̷͊͏̸̩̋̈́͋͡p̧̨̉̅͊ą̵̗̤̈́̊͘͞͏ͅc̢͚̻͗̌͋ͤ́͜͠e͇̋͗͐͏͚͔̲͎̰̀͗ͪ is̡̩͔̼͍̠ͩ̀̚͢ a̢͠͏͈̒ͩc̡̢̪̗̒̄͠ͅt̴̄ͭu̴̗̯̗̹̣̎ͩͩ̓́͘͢ā͔͕̘ͅl͌ly̡̨̡̺̹̤ͪ͌̌̎͜ ê̛̹̙̻͛̿̈́ͬ̉͘v̢͎̝̪̿ͧͤ̚ͅil̓.͗͡
AB: If you get all mopey then you will be even LESS of a fucking help.
AB: Remember that time he replaced all those troll words with bullshit?
AB: And you were all ready to write him off as an asshole until it turned it saved like, three separate sessions through comical misunderstandings?
AB: "Ľ̙͇̥̞͚͗͆̈ͥ͘͢͝i̪k̴͇̹̯ͬͧ͛͘e,͘ d̢̝̈̓̇̐͜ǫ̵̴̢͚̆͆̉̋͐ͩn͔̯̣̦̐̉͐́̾ͣ͢͟ͅ'̤͖ͯ̋͞t̶͈̲͚̘̠̺ f̷͘͟͏̛̬͡͞ļ̶̶̡̯͖ͭ̋͌̑ͧ̕͟͠ĩ̷̶̡͎̬̙ͣ̌̌̑́͒͟͞p̷̛͙̱ͮ̐͠͏̽ y͖͍ͪ̒͢҉o̷̞̭̞͢ů̚r̥̼̲̎̓ͪ s̤̀͟h̨̥̗͔͛ͨͯ̀͂́̿͡͠͞î̴̶̴̡̹̦̈͋̈ͯ̿̀́͝t ơ̘̟r̶̥͇̔ a̴̢̗̻̭͆̍̋̀ͩ̿͞ͅn̻̜̈ͅy̡̥͔͓̖̣̝ͣ͞ṯ̱͗̑̑͠ḩ̵̴̸̫̲̄ͬ́ͪ̍̀͘ͅǐ̴̴̴̴̡̨͙̖ͪ͂ͯ͡͠͡n̛̝̟̗̕̚͘͠͏͘͟͜​g̶̭͓̟̼ͤ̑̿̕͟,͏̨̧͈͇̦͍̈́̈́͠ b̸͙̞̻̪ͯ̂͐̅͜͞u҉̲͐̉͠ṫ̶̵̸͇͙̲͚͓̔ g̥̦̩͇ę̸̤̘̦͎̀̋͒ͫ͘͟͠t͢ m͆͏̷̵̝͊ͬ̑͗ͩ̍̿ͦ͂͢a͇ͬ̿̆ͥḑ̸̶̬͐ͨ̇̐͡͞͏̔ͤͬ͏.̷͓̭̓̊̀̓̒͞ W̷̛͜ͅḛ̢̈́ n̞̥̼͍͍̥̂ͧ̉ͩ͐͘ẹ͌̕e̢̤̣̫͐͏̅͞d͙̘̘͓̲̪̽̒ͤ̓ͯ͢ y̵̸̡̨͓̝̩̥̐͡͝͡͡o҉̶̵͙ͯ҉̶͈̂̀̕͠͡ͅů͓̜̹̪̤ͪͮ͛̅ͫ̓̕͟͠r͖ h̢̛̺͍̻̭ͧͮ̎̚͟͏̸̾e̖͛ͤ̈́͜͝͞à̷̢̟̗̥͓͌d i҉͓̳͓́̈́͒ͣͦ̂͑͝n͙̗̏̕ ť̳͕͚͏̱ͯ̀ḫ̷̷̶̨̛͍̬̒͂͌͋̆é̦̃ g̲a̡m̮͋͠ë̝́̒̅͗͒.̨̣̭̙̘̼̈́̕͝"


JR: Yeah. I guess you're right. You really are the best, AB.
JR: That asshole is probably just incompetent and weirdly lucky (luck should NOT be a real thing), not evil. Fuck.
JR: What kind of sense does it make that a refrigerator is a "thermal hull"??? And how did THAT being a real thing prevent that incompetent stoner from storing frogs in it???
JR: That Waste of Space couldn't have fucking planned that, I refuse to believe it. Nobody could, not even, like, a Waste of Rage. That shit is too random.
JR: Just. Fuck that guy.
TG: :U
TG: so he or she is a meanie!
TG: we got to do something! like ban them from this game or idk
TG: since u kno this game's like a server right? from what i've heard?
TT: I do not know, maybe?
UT: Interesting hypothesises @RS and @TG, but with you Cali, the fact that we're meeting right now seems to kill your theory.
TG: aww... if u say so dirk U_U
---User MagicBookworm joined the memo---
MB:Ma7da7 Ma7da7
MB:Thi$ i$ Peveta Cir$ee
MB:I am 1o$t on $ome kind of jung1e p1anet
MB:Can an7one $ee thi$
Through the power of teamwork, Dirk, AuthorBotJunior, and AuthorBot manage to design a dream self for Lil Hal Junior, and then transfer him into the android body by way of convenient off-screen shenanigans. It's a rather simple looking chassis, sleek and black with decorative red circuit patterns twining around it. The inner workings however are a complex work of art achievable only in the grandest dreams of engineering undergraduates everywhere.

DIRK: Alright, this should work.
DIRK: Yo Junior, you got control of everything?

LIL HAL JUNIOR: Yes.
DIRK: How does it feel?
LIL HAL JUNIOR: Interesting.
DIRK: Well damn if I'm not filled with proud fatherly approval.
LIL HAL JUNIOR: Hmm.
DIRK: Well, at least he's not in my shades anymore.
DIRK: And now that I've got access to them again, I should check in on the memo.

TT: I'm back.
TT: What did I miss?
RS: Well, it seems that Jane and Jake are done arguing. They're gonna hold down the fort while we go on a magical journey of discovery and friendship.

RS: Plus, it seems like time is almost up and we can actually head out in like, five or so minutes.

RS: Plus some dude is lost on a jungle planet in their null session. I'll help them out along the way.


Nate accepts a cookie from Jane, as turning down a cookie would be flagrant bullshit, then speaks.

NATE: So, everything seems to have worked out in part two of our journey preparation. You two are gonna hold down the fort?

JR: Hey @OrangeDirk. Not much. Figured out yet another way the Waste of Space is fucking with your session, but, at this point does it even matter?

JR: @MB message received. We're listening.

JR: @RS, omfg, you mean NOTHING WENT WRONG!??? I even tempted fate and everything and said it out loud. Holy shit.

AB: It seems you believe that Skaia follows some 'rule of irony'.

JR: :/ You've seen the shit the code does. Can you tell me it DOESN'T???

AB: Of course not. But what happened to "It makes sense, I KNOW it does!"?

JR: Bluh.


In the burning field, AuthorBot and AuthorBotJunior are interacting with the new robot.


AB: So. It seems I finally have an opportunity for communication. Crashing sucks, huh?
MB:I am 1o$t in $ome kind of jung1e
MB:I have |3een 3ad17 injured b7 $ome kind of giant rhinocero$ |3eetle
MB:I know how craz7 that $ound$ |3ut it i$ $ti11 out there and it is going to kill me
MB:I need help
BIO: C£rnun h£lp m£ $£+ +hi$ $hi+ up!
HAL: Currently adjusting a machine* Alright, I need a Seer and a Prince. Dirk and Nate should do. I need you, Dirk, to concentrate your powers onto this machine to boost it while Nate does his seer thing. It should help us find John Egbert, and maybe a few other dead players.
CYRIS: Help. *Currently being hugged to death by Gama*
With the Hal glitchy thingy out, Gama was normal, slightly. Unfortunately all the stuff that happened kinda fried her coding a bit, setting her in a daze.
RS: Cali, Alex, Dirk: Blueberry edition, sorry for ignoring your stuff for so long.

RS: The Waste can't be banned. That's not how the game works. Also, the Waste isn't evil, just incompetent and incredibly self-absorbed. He's the kind of guy who, if I had to guess, would drag a story out just to sell merch and keep writing so they didn't have to stop.

RS: Space is about BEGINNINGS, so they aren't good on endings. Hence, any ending they create will be either more than a bit unsatisfying, or entirely accidental, like the spirograph was. You have to rely on others to give a proper ending to a Waste of Space's story/incest frog spiral.

RS: MB, is your session null? If not, I'd say... you're entirely wrong, since the lil script I put up would have tagged you as able to succeed if you weren't null.

RS: Deal with the beetle by bopping it on the nose to establish dominance. Boop that snoot so hard it feels like a carnival strength test game.
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