Fuquaystuck

A
young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today,
December 31st, is not this young man's birthday. Numbnuts. Still it
is a new year. Whats the point if you're not a bit forgiving
sometimes? What is this boy's name.

You
type something derogatory, per usual, and the boy flips his shit. I
mean, really, what did you expect? This boy decides it's time to stop
fucking around and take a handle on this story. He will be the author
of his own god damn adventure, and you, the reader, will just sit
there and watch/read.

Your
name is Gavin Clarke. As mentioned above, it is New Years Eve. You
have a myriad of interests, including, but not limited too, practical
magic, which you are kind of shit at, drawing, that you are most
definitely shit at, and Tumblr, which you need like so much salsa and
tortilla chips. You have a debilitating tortilla chip and salsa
addiction.

In
addition to an addiction to party confections, you lack significant
self control when you talk. Whenever someone decides to endure the
onslaught, the usually do it via the forum one of your friends put up
called CARYSUX. The name was not your first choice. Your forum login
is tumblingTitan,
and you/speak/in/a/fast-paced/way.

What
will you do?

CAPTCHALOGUE
INCENSE>

You
captchalogue your incense pack. Good thing you got that in your
RingKeys modus. The captchacard resolves itself into a cool reddish
ring on your pinkie. This fetch modus isn't as big as other modi (you
can only use 10 captchacards) but it sure beats the horse shit you
have to go through to get your item out of those other modi. All you
have to do is tap your pinkie to reach your incense.

While
you're at it, you captchalogue yor lighter too. It resolves as a fish
ring on your thumb. Sometimes the modus likes to make a
fashion-statement. You can respect that.

You
captchalogue your kindle. It becomes a lovely engagement ring with an
orange diamond for a gem. Sometimes the modus goes a bit far.

You
easily spend two hours tumbling on your kindle before you notice a
friend of yours is messaging you on CARYSUX. Regrettably, you get off
your Tumblr account and log onto CARYSUX.

tumblingTitan
started chatting ryukCartwheels

TT:
Hey/girl/what's/up?

RC:
D0 Y0U R3@LLY F33L TH3 N33D T0 T@L/< L1K3 TH@T? 1T M@/S Y0U
S0UND L1K3 R0B0T.

TT:
Well/I/always/come/back ;D

RC:
UNS@N1T@RY

TT:
How/was/that/an/innuendo?

RC:
1T W@S @N 1NU3ND0 @ND @ SH1TTY 0N3 T00.

TT:
Fine. I'm/sorry.

RC:
Y0U'R3 N0T, BUT WH@T3V3R. D1D Y0U G3T TH3 G@M3 Y3T?

TT:
...

RC:
0F C0URS3 NOT

TT:
I/am/barely/convinced/this/game/is/not/a/dumb/add-ridden/roleplaying/game.

RC:
Y3@H, WH@T3V3R. M@S0N S@1D 1T W@S @W3S0M3

TT:
I/remain/unconvinced

RC:
1'M S3ND1NG Y0U TH3 CL13NT F1L3 N0W

TT:
Why/am/I/the/client?

RC:
L1K3 H3LL @M 1 G3TT1NG STUC/< W1TH Y0U F0R S3RV3R PL@Y3R

TT:
What/does/that/even/mean?

RC:
G@V1N, 1 H@V3 T0LD Y0U H0W TH1S G@M3 W0R/<S MOR3 TH@N 3N0UGH
T1M3S. 1'M N0T D01NG 1T @G@1N

TT:
Ugh. Fine.

RC:
Y0U @R3 S0 FULL 0F SH1T W1TH TH1S WH0L3 "R3LUCT@NTLY PL@YS @W3S0M3
G@M3" @CT

TT:
You/see/right/through/me.

RC:
JUST PL@Y, NUMBNUTS.

ryukCartwheels
ceased chatting tumblingTitan.