>Ignore that blazing fire that will surely destroy your house.
That was the plan.
>So how's it going?
Shh, you've already been breaking the forth wall a little to much with your last few posts, don't overdo it. It ruins the novelty of it.
>Fine, Troy start a new pester chain.
You can't start a new one, you're out of money.
==>
You receive a message.
-- FuturejudiciousPriestess [FIC] began pestering wanderingChampion [WC] at 18:13 --
FIC: COMMONER!!!
WC: Hey you're snow girl, aren't you, I haven't gotten to talk to you yet.
FIC: And on my behalf, I haven't yet.
WC: Hey how come I can talk again?
FIC: I channeled some boondollars to you.
WC: Boondollars?
FIC: It's like money, but useless and everywhere. As a lady, I felt I had to partake in charity.
WC: You are beyond lady like. If lady like was a monkey, you'd be king-kong.
FIC: This is why we never talk...
FIC: Anyways, as your commoner brain can probably not tell, I am from the distant future using technology from our friendly candy corn heads.
WC: Cool, what am I like in the future? Do people really have candy corn for their heads? How did that happen?
FIC: How did I know you were going to believe me right away.
WC: Probably because you're from the future. What am I like in the future?
FIC: I'm not supposed to divulge any information besides this tidbit.
FIC: You need to have Alex go double time on the stuffed animal killings.
FIC: Apparently the game started to mess with things early, and due to some loops, paradoxes, and several things I've lost track of, and these imp things are trying to assassinate her before she starts.
WC: This has to do with the game? And why don't you tell her directly? And what am I like in the future?
FIC: I can't contact her because of linearity and the such, even though linearity seems to be out the window. Speaking of which, no telling her about this, and you'll understand in the game soon enough.
WC: What am I like in the future?
FIC: I can't tell you.
WC: Come on.
FIC: Dead.
-- FuturejudiciousPriestess [FIC] ceased pestering wanderingChampion [WC] at 18:16 --
> Contemplate your own mortality.
You collapse into a ball of being mortified, or you would, if you weren't busy following orders.
-- wanderingChampion [WC] began pestering incisiveCuttlery [IC] at 18:16 --
WC: Hey kill all your stuffed animals, double time.
IC: Been working on it already.
WC: Then my work here is done.
WC: Btw, I got my server hooked up, going to start messing with your stuff.
