SBURB BETA

A HOMESTUCK ROLLPLEX

I'm not going to bother with backstory because it's based on Homestuck by Andrew Hussie. If I explained all of it, it would take several days to type up and would spoil it if you haven't read it yourself.

FORM
Name:
Chumhandle: (must follow our chosen letter rule, which is currently 'initials must match those of asc. per. element')
Associated Favorite Color:
Associated Periodic Element:
Interests/Archetypal Persona:
Appearance/Shirt Logo:
House/Home/Lair/Craggy Mountain Roost etc/Guardian:
Initial Beta Status:
Fetch Modus:
Strifekind (if allocated):

PLAYERS & DAISY CHAIN
Clark Halden [CE] - {GM} - SVR[N/A] - CLT[N/A]
Michael Roland [PD] - {AO} - SVR[N/A] - CLT[SB]
Cam Thistle [SB] - {DA} - SVR[PD] - CLT[N/A]

TITLES & LANDS
PM me information on your character's Land (eg. Land of Wind and Shade, Land of Bass and Stone, Land of Pressure and Machinery, also a description) and Title (eg. Artisan of Portals, Jester of Warp, Heir of Breath). I'll tell you if it's okay, and then I'll have the things revealed at the appropriate time...

Name: Michael Roland
Chumhandle: praetoricDiplomat
Associated Favorite Color: Maroon
Associated Periodic Element: Palladium
Interests/Archetypal Persona: Unwieldy Maces, Sarcastic Humor, Sitar.
Appearance/Shirt Logo: Black Messy Hair, Headphones, Gyroscope Logo.
House/Home/Lair/Craggy Mountain Roost etc/Guardian: Suspended on tower and held with guy wire. Cousin
First Beta Status: Has it.
Fetch Modus: Stack Modus
Strifekind: Macekind

Name: Cam Thistle
Chumhandle: senselessBastion
Associated Favorite Color: Amber
Associated Periodic Element: Antimony
Interests/Archetypal Persona: Likes the elixir known as tea, also the internet. Has a relatively expansive vocabulary, which is used to form ridiculously incomprehensible sentences. Practices the arts of writing and drawing; good with a pencil/pen.
Appearance/Shirt Logo: Medium length dark hair & glasses, Professor Duck (duck with glasses) logo.
House/Home/Lair/Craggy Mountain Roost etc/Guardian: British upper-class with a tower, sister.
Initial Beta Status: Lost the envelopes somewhere nearby.
Fetch Modus: Hashmap with default setting (vowels = 1, consonants = 2)
Strifekind (if allocated): Not allocated.
Syntax: talks mostly like so, but capitalizes I when used as a first person pronoun. Slips into completely perfect syntax every now and then.

Cam booted up a slow computer so he could tap into the vast internet. It was really his only medium of entertainment these days, because his insane sister wouldn't let him leave the house. Or even his room, most of the time. At least there's a better internet connection in the tower, he kept telling himself. He could hear her mad festivities downstairs all night long, and while Cam didn't mind a bit of party-ing every now and then, this was honestly a bit off-putting.

Oh, hey. PD's online.

Michael finds himself peering over the edge of the balcony, 800 feet in the air.
His cousin lived in a god damn tower, or on top of one, per say. The house was otherwise normal, except it was precisely positioned on top of a 800 foot tall elevator shaft.
He turns his head to the sound of one of his chum pestering him.

Cam was busily typing in a loquacious manner on the other end of many miles of cable. He wanted to know what was up.
-- senselessBastion [SB] began pestering praetoricDiplomat [PD] --
SB: oh hey!
SB: hey, what are you doing!
SB: did your cousin's improbable spire collapse yet?

PD: No, its still downloading, just a sec.
Michael sylladexes all of the assorted cast iron morningstars scattered throughout his room as Macekind, he also captchalogues his Wacom Tablet for later use.
PD: What the hell is this game about anyway?

SB: hey, can I join you?
SB: just have to get my copy
Cam looked around the room. He was certain he'd left his beta envelopes around here somewhere...
They weren't there. Actually, he realized that there was a pretty big chance they were downstairs. His sister was downstairs.
SB: ...
SB: okay, this might take a while

Name: Clark Halden
Chumhandle: comicalExcavaitioner
Associated Favorite Color: Chartreuse
Associated Periodic Element: Cerium
Interests/Archetypal Persona: collects strange and hilarious comedic objects, and and has a strange obsession with semi-average rarity Antiques
Appearance/Shirt Logo: Comedy and tradgedy masks
House/Home/Lair/Craggy Mountain Roost etc/Guardian: an Old Church and their Uncle
Initial Beta Status: Beta?
Fetch Modus: weight of object divided by 2 (there are 20 slots)
Strifekind (if allocated): not yeeeeettt

-- comicalExcavaitioner [CE] began pestering senselessBastion [SB] --

CE: hey! still stuck in your room?

PD: Ok, I am OHSHIT!
The tower steeply sways to the side as an airplane flies by, one of his maces flies of the wall and into the turbine of the aircraft causing it to carreen in explode hundreds of feet away.

CE: sure! why not I have plenty of time on myOH MY GOD!

a airplane turbine lands in the middle of Clark's room, projecting one of his many old brooms into him accidentally making him captchalogue it (Broom ounces 8/2 = 4) the broom was captchalogued into slot 4

CE: MY GOD DAMN FETCH MODUS MAKES ME PICK UP EVERTHING!