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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:09 pm Post subject: |
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"Let's get out of here," I said. "Mabe we can go to the blogs or something. ANYTHING to get us away from here."
Vernon agreed and we headed for the blog section. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:10 pm Post subject: |
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After several false starts, Bubbles managed to coordinate her limbs and get to her feet. Or perhaps that should be hooves. Staying upright was more difficult, but finally she found her balance and took stock of the situation. Being a goat might not be all that bad, she told herself. After all, chances were this was some kind of bizarro coma dream and she would eventually wake up to find herself in hospital, or some such, and everything would be back to normal. In the meantime, having four legs did at least mean she could run faster should she encounter anything unfriendly.
She decided to check out the crumpled figure she could see across the room. Perhaps it could direct her to...well, somewhere else. Bubbles set off at an awkward lope - rather hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence - towards it. It seemed to take forever to cross the small stretch of floor, lending credence to her original observation about the room's internal dimensions. This is so Terry Pratchett, Bubbles thought to herself, with a mental giggle.
When she finally reached the figure, she knew instantly who it was. With that hideous dress, who else could it be but Fred, the cross-dressing robot? No other robot could have such flagrantly bad taste. But where was his head?
"My poor, darling Fred," Bubbles mourned the twitching Chat Bot. "What did they do to you?"
Then - wait a minute, she thought. I am a talking goat, and Fred and his dress are real. This has to have something to do with YWS.
Seeing that Fred was well and truly dead, Bubbles looked around for anyone else who might be able to help her. The sign above the hole in the floor caught her eye: Homepage. Perhaps there she would find her way out! Then again, what if leaving the chat closed the window and deleted her or something?
Bubbles was standing at the edge, pondering whether to take the risk, when something nipped her painfully on the leg. With a bleat of surprise, she leapt forward - straight into the black hole. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:17 pm Post subject: |
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| The descent up was hard. And with this gold armour on it was even goddamn harder. I heard a low howl and swung around almost falling, seeing a little wolf pop out my jeans. Choco stared for a minute then I couldn't help but laugh when she said, "Where's mines!" |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:22 pm Post subject: |
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As I peered down to look in again - a loud fud from behind shocked me, letting go of my trousers and pants, it's elastic snapping against my hairy snails trail. I turned round, to find a goat, its back on the ground, and it's legs high in the air.
"Just great, first I turn into a man, and now I almost get killed by a flying goat." I said, as I walked over to her.
As I got closer, I noticed a bunch of letters above her head forming "bubblewrapped."
"Imagine calling a goat bubblewrapped!" I laughed into my self. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:30 pm Post subject: |
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Mat looked into the distance and seen someone walking towards him. The word "FireArris" floated above their head. Mat frowned, and sped his pace.
"Hey," he said. "Arris! Remember me?"
"Yeah," she said. "We met in Chat a couple of times, right?"
"Right. What the Hell's going on? I just logged onto YWS, and there was this bright light, and then I was... here."
"No-one knows," Arris said. "It happened to everybody who logged in."
"Oh," Mat said, and wen quiet. There didn't seem to be anything else to say.
"What's with the tail?" Arris asked.
"Huh? What tail?"
There was a pause. "...Your tail?" she said, sending Mat a look to indicate that the white light had obliterated his sanity.
He smiled. "What sanity?" Arris continued to stare, and he realised that she hadn't said anything.
Mat spun around a few times, trying to see the tail. After he realised that method was futile, he reached behind him and grabbed it. He pulled it to where he could see it, and then shrieked. "Holy crud!" The tail was brown, and looked exactly like...
"A monkey's tail?" he stared at Arris, his eyes bulging. The look was returned. Mat groaned. Everyone else is as confused as I am, for once, he thought.
Beyond Arris, a hole opened in the sky, and a goat fell from it. It landed on the ground with a thud. "What the Hell is going on?" Mat yelled, and ran past Arris he soon came to the goat.
"Aww," Mat said, leaning to pat the goat. "What happened to you? Are you all right?" He used the same tone he would with a baby.
The goat seemed to glare at him for a second. "Don't make me smite you," it said.
Mat stared at the goat for a few seconds. "Bubbles?"
"Indeed." |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:52 pm Post subject: |
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“Argh!”
I heard my scream echo around the room, and watched the titles scatter like frightened sheep… and giggled madly. Their little trails of goo lit the room nicely, and I could feel a soft warmth come from the username I was currently perched on. I’d slipped up and down the list, reading each and debating whether to slip into a blog or two before slouching calmly on Bubblewrapped – who had only recently materialized.
Looking down at her pretty name I took out my black pen, scrawling a quick message, if she were to come find it, she would know I had been there.
“Hey Dolores, I went up! ^ Come find me, should be in Home Page soon!“
With that tightly written message I stood up, dusting my hands on the seat of my pants and jogged back up the usernames to the top, standing on Loose as I reached high, grasping the link “Go to page” to yank myself up. Standing on “go” and giggling childishly while I remembered my games of Monopoly, I stared up to the header. .. this was going to be hard.
Walking gingerly over the numbers I climbed to stand on the “page” of the page numbers and leapt as high as I could to grasp the “Log Out” link and pull myself up. Panting I sat there a few moments before standing again.
“No rest for the wicked. Rawr”
I could see the huge “Messages” looming above me, groaning I judged the distance.
“Ah, man, that’s heaps far. Take a running leap, and grab… Squills, yeah. Squills will do nice.”
I did exactly that, muttering the plan again under my breath as I lunged for the link, holding on with the tips of my fingers, just as the title “I am such an idiot” realized it could fly, and began its assent. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:14 pm Post subject: |
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Bubbles plummetted from the ceiling and landed in the homepage with a thud. Unlike the chatroom floor, that of the homepage was very solid and she collided with it more or less upside-down, her legs sticking high in the air. Ouch.
"Just great. First I turn into a man, and now I almost get killed by a flying goat." A male voice said from somewhere nearby. Bubbles would have protested that it was hardly her fault where she landed since she did not, in fact, have wings, but the fall had knocked the breath from her lungs. A moment later, the same voice could be heard chuckling over her name. She scowled to herself, made a huge effort, and struggled the right way up, ready to give this person a piece of her mind.
Before she could do so, however, the sound of running footsteps made her turn. A young man was heading in her direction, looking thoroughly confused and alarmed.
"Aww, what happened to you?" He said, leaning down as though to pat her. "Are you all right?"
Bubbles glared, her goat ears twitching.
"Don't make me smite you," she said.
The stranger stared for a moment. "Bubbles?"
"Indeed," Bubbles said stiffly. She glanced at the floating sign above his head. "Mat? What's going on?"
She looked back at him, and stared in turn. "And why do you have a tail?" |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:32 pm Post subject: |
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Vernon and I landed in Blogs, but quickly saw that there was nothing of inerest and nobody else was there.
I turned to Vernon.
"Maybe we should..."
A sign popped up above my head saying 'You Have One New Message'.
"Open it," Vernon said. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:02 pm Post subject: |
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She looked back at him, and stared in turn. "And why do you have a tail?"
"You know, I could ask why you're a goat. But have I? No, I haven't." Mat paused. "Why are you a goat?"
"I don't know! I just tried to Log in, and I turned up in the Chat like this!"
"Oh. No-one knows what's happening at all, then. Arris says that everyone else is just as confused as us."
"How many other people are here?"
"Who knows? How many people do you think log into YWS a day?"
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Mat said.
"So what do we do now?" the goat asked.
"Well, I dunno. I think we should - I'm talking to a goat."
"Yes, I think we've established that."
"Sorry, I got the feeling I'm going crazy."
"That happened a long time ago, Mat."
"Oh yeah, that's right." Mat looked above his head again, at the floating letters that read 'Insomnia.' "I just wish those letters would change. MAT. My name is Mat!"
With a popping noise, the letters disappeared. New ones appeared. They now said 'Mat.'
"Better."
The goat shook its head. "Long, long time ago."
Mat turned his head and seen a strange man watching them. Above his head was the word 'Emma.' "Maybe we could talk to him?" Bubbles said.
"Sure," Mat said, and they began walking towards him. "What kind of a name is Emma for a man anyway?"
The two of them walked over to the man. Okay, Mat thought. You're in some insane dream. Just go with the flow. This'd better be a dream, otherwise you've finally gone off the deep end. "So, if you're the donkey, am I Shrek?" he asked.
"Um, Mat?"
"Yes?"
"I'm a goat."
"Oh. Right. Sorry." |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:18 pm Post subject: |
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Via sighed as more and more people joined them on the home page. The looked around and saw several doors with lettering over them explaning where they led too. She quickely decided their would be more doors behind them.
"Maybe we should go to the debate group and figure out what everyone else thinks we should do?" Via chuckled just a little, unsure why exactly.
Her hair had turned from blue to brown as they entered the homepage...how odd. She turned to kitty15, "Is it odd that I'm not freaked out right now? I'm actually a bit hungry. Why doesn't YWS have a cafe?" |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:42 pm Post subject: |
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Continuing my weird roam through the randomness forum, I decided that no one in their right mind would come here if they got sucked in (I mean, who wants to read about fried cheese?), so I decided to go to the homepage, which is probably where everyone was at.
A nice thought hit me in the back of the head, and I began purring.
"Nee-chan's probably here!!"
Making my way to the "top" of the page, I sat on the bar and looked up at the navigation tools. It looked a rather far jump. I looked warily at the ads, wondering if I could jump onto them and get up there. I decided against it, in case it sent me into another weird dimension.
"Well, here goes!" I took a deep breath and crouched down, then sprang up, my bell jingling, and barely managed to grab a hold of the edge of the "Home" tab.
Struggling madly to keep my hold, my ears flat against my head, I began to meow pitifully.
"Heeeelllp!!" |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:58 pm Post subject: |
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I could feel the breeze – since when did YWS have wind? – looking down I could see the title spiral upward, an angry mix of red and black.
“Gah, Saint, did you have to be Fed Up?”
Looking wildly about below me, I spotted a glint of gold…armour? Growling lightly I pulled myself up the link, standing tall on Squills and surveying Blog News. The other titles had taken the route “I am such an Idiot” chose and spiraled up toward me. Ignoring them, because obviously I was just too cool for school, and could ignore such amazing problems, I stared down toward the little people.
“Hey!... Heeeeyyyyy! Look up here! Oi!... Come on! I’ll love you for ever and ever!”
Sighing I watched as they moved to go, turning slightly.
“… cabbagepatchkids”
A title whisked past my face, making my arms wheel in a last ditch effort to stay upright before I fell. And fell hard, tumbling down toward the list of usernames, an unlit Insomnia staring me in the face.
“… That’s going to hurt… bugger.”
Seconds, nay, milliseconds, before I hit the step and dotted the proverbial “i” a swift title flickered below me. Swooping upward I was sitting atop a light blue “Raaaaawr.” Thank Pete for Poprocket. Swirling down toward the sticky, gooey floor, I noticed that the two people had names above their heads.
“Vern! Choc! … What on earth are you wearing?”
Climbing safely to the ground I thanked the sleepy title and started to walk over to the distracted pair. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 4:15 pm Post subject: |
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Username: LayleunRisen (Lupe)
Sibs: None
Mini-animal: African Wild Dog
Sucked in from: (Bedroom Laptop
Landed in: the Lounge
Description: A werewolf, what were you expecting? Five seven on two legs, light brown fur, black paws, green-gray eyes, small silver loop earrings, and a chain necklace with a metal and turquoise cross on it.
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I yawned as the sun flit across my face. Saturdays were always good days, more YWS time for me. I stretched and pushed a strand of tawny hair out of my eye. I surveyed my room, the door was shut so my brothers didn't know I was up. I smiled at this.
Reaching over I pulled up my laptop and opened it. It started at the normal rate, connecting to the router, loading AIM and Firefox. I clicked out the AIM screen and quickly typed LayleunRisen and my password in the boxes on Firefox's top screen. I felt a breeze whip past my neck. I turned in confusion, the only thing behind me was a wall...
Or maybe not. I looked at the room behind me in confusion. White walls with names on them.
kitty15, Dreamer, Vernon... I read all the names scrolling up and down the walls. I turned back forward and noticed my laptop was gone. Something blrown and furry replaced it. I jumped and noticed the furry things were my legs. I held out my paws and turned them over. It's not everyday you are sucked into a chat room and turned into your real self.
"Chat?" I called out.
"Yes?" a voice responded. I couldn't tell if it was male or female.
"May Eye of the Tiger have a mirror?"
A mirror appeared and floated out of the floor until it matched my height. It looked myself over, Pricked ears, brown fur, my earrings and necklace were the only normal thing about me. Hmmm... I wondered. I focused on a crazy side of myself and brought it out in me. I felt my body shift slightly and soon I was down on all fours. A wolf.
I snorted in surprise. I tried focusing on a calmer side of myself. My body shifted again and I was moving back to my regular stance. I looked myself over and found I was normal, light brown hair, tan skin, I saw in the mirror that my eyes stayed the same.
"Ok I'm done with that." I told the chat. It retracted the mirror into the ground. I looked over the names on the walls.
"Chat? Can Eye of the Tiger send pings?"
"Of course." it responded.
I looked at SaintRazorblade and imagined myself clicking on it. The normal screen came up. I chose 'private message'.
Razor! It's Lupe, obviously. What happened? Potato?? I clicked send and waited patiently for a response. |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 6:06 pm Post subject: |
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Saint let out a shriek as a giant envelope fell from high above and conked her on the head, causing her to fall off the post she had been climbing.
"Saint!" the others called, still clinging to the post as they made their way up towards the Usergroups button. Saint had fallen thirty, no, forty pixels before a brainwave struck her.
"Wait a minute, I have wings."
She snapped them open, catching the air as it rushed past. She flapped, stradying herself. The envelope, which was still plummeting, came to a screeching halt.
"Um... guys?" Saint said nervously.
The envelope pulled a u-turn and started to shoot towards her, straight and fast like an arrow.
"Potato!" she called as she turned tail and surged upwards, her wings working fiercely. "Evil envelope ahoy! Save me!" |
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| Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 7:54 pm Post subject: |
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Firearris jumped off of the wall to save Saint.
"I just found out I can hover!" She said as she dove for the envelope. She grabbed the giant envelope and tried to open it, but it wouldn't open.
"Here, let me try." Saint said. When she tried, it worked and a letter popped out.
Razor! It's Lupe, obviously. What happened? Potato??
"Layleun!" Firearris shouted. |
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