Hearing these instructions, a fledgling young woman, caught between half competing and half needing of the ghost of maturity's higher graces, fixed her glasses and began typing away on her Mac. Posters of figures such as Marie Curie and Yoko Ono decorated the cerulean walls. Books by celebrated authors like Jane Austen and Margaret Atwood covered her neat shelves, and nearby the plitter platter of a small guinea pig scurrying in it's cage could be faintly heard.
[HistrionicHistorian]: Hold on, I think it's about to explain more.
[2Cool4SchoolScaley]: you were the one ranting chic
[2Cool4SchoolScaley]: Ima let Mr. Snoutsnare explain and get a drink, brb
-2Cool4SchoolScaley has set their status to 'Snacking'-
[HistrionicHistorian]: Come back and pay attention you dandy twat! Ugh.
[HistrionicHistorian]: A simple battle royale?
[HistrionicHistorian]: Seems a bit simplistic. But the part about getting others to concede intrigues me.
[HistrionicHistorian]: So we just make the other cry uncle?
[HistrionicHistorian]: Hold on, I think it's about to explain more.
[HistrionicHistorian]: Why'd mine have to be a smartphone however? That's inconvenient.
[HistrionicHistorian]: A 'Condition'? So this isn't so completely straightforward.
[HistrionicHistorian]: And we get a form of resistance against each other from the start?
[HistrionicHistorian]: Seems rather counterproductive, speculatively speaking.
-2Cool4SchoolScaley has set their status to 'Ignoring'-
[2Cool4SchoolScaley]: Sorry don't care
[2Cool4SchoolScaley]: Did you know they make Cherry Koolaid n grape now?
[HistrionicHistorian]: ! Now is not the time for that!
[2Cool4SchoolScaley]: Pfft. Whateva
The voice resumed, and through a hackney sack, a cat, a cellphone, a plush lizard, a jersey, a notebook, a tube of purple lipstick and an unmentionable plastic object, the game was extrapolated upon.
