[♏ 04] arachnidsGrip began trolling theNetwork

[fabricates]

As usual this place is just one 8ig 8ullshit factory.
They fuck with us over and over again and give us what? Crap from home that's supposed to make up for it?
Well I 8't 8iting for this stuff. What am I even supposed to do with a FLARP 8ook here? Play?
........Actually, that wouldn't 8e such a 8ad idea! Any8ody want to play l8er?

[Fail Filtered to John Egbert]

Hey Eg8ert. You didn't have to do that 8ack there. In the la8yrinth, I mean.
It sucks pretty 8ad that I couldn't win, huh? 8ut I made it pretty far! Until Makara got me. Ugh, I can't 8elieve he managed to kill me.
Aaaaaaaanyway. Thanks.
May8e we could hang out l8er or something? It's pro8a8ly 8een a while since I've 8een here if what I heard from Vantas is any indic8tion.

[Fail Filtered to Romeo]

Heeeeeeeey kid. You sure did sponsor me a lot!
It's nice to see someone recognize my gr8ness.
Thanks for all of that, I suppose. Even if your human food just keeps getting weirder and weirder. ::::/
What was that stuff in the 8ox? A luncha8le? What is that even?

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[windykind]

Whoa-ho.

[Survival horror games are... not his thing, but you know what, whatever. He does jump a couple of times, though, regardless of all the mocking Vriska will set upon him. He'll get his revenge when she can't figure out type matchups in Pokémon Colosseum.]

[fabricates]

[Oh, and mock she does. Because really, John. Who's afraid of this stuff? It's just a game.]

John, you aren't scaaaaaaaared, are you? Do we need to switch to one of your games for a while?

[windykind]

I'm overcome with excitement at this quality video game experience, Vriska. Don't interrupt.

[WHOA HOPY SHIT A MONSTER, KILL IT, KILL IT!!! ...Rose would be very good at this game, John notes as he clicks on his Flashlight of Death.]

[fabricates]

You look like you're about to piss yourself with fear. Are you sure you don't want to stop? I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourse- shit!

[MONSTER ok maybe she needs to pay more attention because that totally caught her off guard. BUT SHE TOTALLY DIDN'T JUMP OK.]

[windykind]

[HE SAW THAT, SERKET. John elbows her, softly, in the side.]

Aww, does ickle Vrisky-bobbles need a minute to lie down?

[fabricates]

[She shies away, turning to glare at him.]

Cram it, Egbert! I was busy paying attention to your delicate needs. Maybe if you weren't quaking in your shoes over there I wouldn't have needed to look away.

[windykind]

[John makes a mock gasp and clasps his hands together, stopping after another creature pops up on the screen and he has to quell it.] Vriska! I didn't know you cared. [A lie, of course. He's goofing off in the best way thirteen-year-old boys know how.] --Oh, um, you might want to watch out there. [And he sniggers as he sidesteps, leaving still another mutant to dive clearly for Vriska.]

[fabricates]

[She huffs angrily, and momentarily contemplates lobbing her controller at John's face. Lucky for him, she resists the urge and just dispatches it.]

Wow, the feeling ain't mutual it looks like. Leaving me for an enemy, really, John? What an asshole!

[But she's smiling and laughing and yeah, this is a lot more fun than having her face beaten in by clubs.]

[windykind]

Um, rude! I'm letting you show off your superior whatever-those-are killing skills. You do have those still, right? [Damn now he's smiling and laughing too. Fact: horror games suck marginally less when you can focus on trash-talking the other person as well. Popularity of Xbox Live explained, right there.]

[fabricates]

Of course I do! Shut up, you're looking at the best right here.

[You can bet the next enemy they find, she'll throwing John to the wolves in revenge.]

[windykind]

[Try, Serket. Just try.]

Oh boy, we're in the school kitchens here. This, Vriska, this is where all the real enemies are.

[fabricates]

[She will. >::::T Prepare yourself, Egbert.]

Just try to keep up, John. I'm not going to bail you out.

[windykind]

Oh, it's on. Vriska, I know this setting like the back of my hand. As a matter of fact, you're at the disadvantage here. [It's a public high school full of demented hell mutant children. Pretty much no different than his middle school back home!]

[fabricates]

We'll see about that! You won't win a challenge against me, but it's cute that you think you will.

[She's never gone to school, but her expertise in killing people, well... She knows her way around a game or eight. Thank you FLARPing.]

I'm going to destroy you.

[windykind]

Not if I destroy you first.

[This game is not suitable for beating her. He needs something else. Like...]

...We should try a racing game next.

[fabricates]

Sure, whatever. Did you pick one out?

[Yeah, Vriska pretty much picked games she knew she could win at without cheating. Because while she doesn't mind the occasional cheat, she really likes kicking ass on her own merit.]

[windykind]

No, but I will. [He pauses the game and goes back over, picking what is obviously a high-speed race of the caliber that one sees in those motorcycle simulations commonly found at movie theater arcades. Insane stunts, stereotypical drivers, no stopping. He hands it over to Vriska.] This look good?

[fabricates]

Yeah, I guess? I bet I can still kick your ass at it anyway.

[windykind]

Pssshhh. Vriska, you don't even know the world of pain you're entering into. [A lie; he's nothing special at these kinds of games, but at least he can compete directly with Vriska instead of setting her into awkward zombie traps.]

[fabricates]

Egbert, it's a racing game. There's no pain involved. [Rolling her eyes.] Are you going to put it in or what? I ain't got all day to waste, you know!

[A lie, she totally has plenty of time to waste. And as long as John doesn't call it quits, she wouldn't mind playing video games all day.]

[windykind]

There is the bitter taste of defeat when I leave you in the dust. Also when your car flips over and you explode. [He follows her instruction, though. What else do they have to do in a magical death tower? Nothing, that's what. --Though it's probably a good thing, considering.]

[fabricates]

Big talk, but we'll see who the loser is soon enough!

[She doesn't have any experience with racing video games really, but she figures it'll be easy enough. How bad could it be? She'll find out soon enough the first time she flips her vehicle once they get started.]

[windykind]

[And John just casually bursts out laughing the first time she does it.]

See? What'd I tell ya?

[fabricates]

[She lobs a pillow from the couch at his head. Don't laugh at her John, that's rude!!!]

It was just a bad break! It won't happen again.

[windykind]

[Oh, like you didn't laugh (well, snort) at him like two minutes ago! Hypocrite.]

I hope so, for your sake. Guess who's behind?