Why would you...? Nvm I’m not even gonna ask... XD
Haven't you heard the saying of putting your foot in your mouth? Or maybe the one about crow pie? No? Well, the main point is I said something and then realized it's result was counterproductive and I had painted myself into a corner.
Kind of a “I should’ve kept my big mouth shut” thing? Imma have to look this up...
I didn’t bother joining the fight the next day, concentrating instead on my coding and my home hub. The Jurassic hub was only a little more active, people had as yet to connect the group I hung out and me to this board.
They hadn’t missed my rise on the kill board though. It had helped me retain my number one spot on the week’s leaderboard, though I was close to getting passed now. Oh well. I wasn’t going to be the try-hard that mined stuff just to top the charts. I had other plans.
But first, I did make a post on an account I had made ages ago. It was on Geronimo, which was basically YouTube, gmail, twitter and Facebook all crammed together, with credit given to none.
It was lucky I had claimed the username before my burst of fame, or I figured it would’ve been long gone.
My post was simply my original screenshot of my first rpg. No text. Nothing. People could take it as they liked.
I went back to coding.
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I took a break later, though, and did something I had been thinking about for a while. I had been wanting to make a hang-out spot for the gang. I decided to claim a building site on the main drag of the Jurassic hub, and make a restaurant. I soon discovered that the world was way more intricate than I previously imagined, when it started asking for my menu, and giving me only set options. What was with that?
Well, turns out, when you make a restaurant on there, people can actually order food from it to their doorstep. Not in South America, of course. The only food you get on your doorstep is if you’ve been playing your music too loud and the neighbor are both sick of it, and have a ready supply of tomatoes.
At first I just discarded the whole thing, but then Sweets talked me into it. Turns out it can actually generate funds if you get enough orders on it, and you could also staff it, have people managing the orders and the likes. And since I can’t win arguments against girls, I ended up making the “Stegosaurus Steakhouse” despite the fact that I’d never be able to taste-test my own food.
It was while talking to Sweets that I also discussed the possibility of some way to distinguish original Jurassic hub users from newcomers, publicity hanger-ons. She came up with idea of a badge. Users could make badges on here, and distribute them. Users could accept or decline them.
Furperson designed one for us in a heartbeat, a little shirt button that said “I was Jurassic before it was cool.” He also made me one that said “I made Jurassic cool,” which I tried to decline, but yet again, Sweets used her persuasive powers, and I went under.
She passed it out to twenty or so users, and I opened my restaurant to applications. I hired on Boomer as co-owner, Sweets as waiter, and a bunch of other users. We were open for business by that night. It remained dead except for staff, but still, we had fun joking around the place. Somebody managed to set the restaurant on fire, and we spent an hour flooding it before I realized I had a reset button that brought the place back to normal.
It was also during that day that I received a friend request from wolfasa. The name rang a bell. I knew that username! He was on the leaderboard! The big board!
I looked him up to confirm that yes, he was 21st highest user of all time, with XP in the 35,000,000 range. I quickly ran my mouse over his request, prepared to accept. But then I thought about it. What was I going to say? Why was I accepting his friend request, yet ignoring others? Why was he my “friend”?
I turned down my first top 100 friend request that day.
I pulled myself out of my deep blue funk the next day, when I decided to test my new moves out. I simultaneously discovered that there was a totally new level this week that I had yet to even peek at.
It was a giant middle-earth battle recreation, a weeklong event, a thousand-user fight of elves and men against humans, whilst Sauron walked around swiping at people with a giant mace. Yeah, that battle.
I had a spur of the moment insane inspiration, and did a group-post to the Jurassic hub users.
TheGreatCon: Going 12 hours straight on the big battle. Join me when you can.
And I portaled in.
For this level there was an entirely separate leaderboard chart, just for the week. It had orcs killed, and also one for orcs killed CONpared against spawns. I didn’t figure I’d top either, but this was a good way to finally do some good ol’ grinding, trying to build up my skill set.
My first couple spawns I didn’t do too great. I had a few good moves up my sleeve, but I still was slower than the fluid figures of the orcs who streamed at me.
But with the arrival of z-whales and waffleboy, things got better. Most of the gang came and went throughout the day, dropping in to play with the group. I picked up a bow early on, and switched to sniping, which I discovered I wasn’t half bad at. I found I could “zoom” with my elf eyes, and that helped immensely.
Okay, did nobody notice my glaring mistake up there? Cause I finally did reading these parts to my bros.
Nah, It's too late. You've probably slept since then. You're probably chipped by now, if your lucky you might not have a satellite yet. Your best bet is to fake you meant nothing by it.
We always get games in South America two years behind the rest of the world. It’s not because we’re backwards and behind; it’s because we con’t afford them till they come out on the black market.
By the black market, I mean the squat, dingy old military compound that houses the gaming store. It was originally black, but has since been covered in graffiti, much like the rest of the town. Much like the rest of the world, if the internet is any judge. People have many opinions to express, and seemingly the best way to do it is by spray-painting them on the side of a building, train car, or yourself, if you’re an extremist.
Anyways, in case you’re not acquainted with the time period, welcon to the year 2047. We’ve experienced five world wars, three of which happened in my lifespan. I served in the last one for about twenty minutes, before somebody leaded my leg and I retired on pension. Just kidding, they don’t give out pension.
The world is a horrible place, not sure if it is wherever, whenever you are.
I live in the newly-founded republic of Quantatia. In the local dialect, that is something conpletely unrepeatable. I’m fairly certain the people who named the place knew what they were doing.
Oh, there was also a plague. Wiped out most of civilization. It didn’t make it up past the panama, but yeah, everybody below that either got smashed or didn’t. Most were the former.
But hey, we’re coming back. It’s just that, well, everybody hates each other. Trust issues and so on. Imagine that.
So nobody is extending a helping hand to us in the miserable abode of South America. Luckily, bugs are edible down here, and we’re resilient. We’ll live, just so long as there’s wifi.
I'm sure they'll all be very interested in that part. 
I gotta admit, not a bad ship name... (jk) 
You've probably slept since then. 
Thanks a lot.