SBURB BETA

SB: that's, uh
SB: wow
SB: that must be fun.
Cam heard a crash from downstairs, rousing him from his bemused state and reminding him of the beta and the obstacle his sibling would present.
SB: I need to know strife quick, though
SB: cos my crazy sister is breaking heirlooms or something
SB: and I need to get the beta

CE:oh dude game bro sucks ass!
CE:yeah dude about the strife and stuff I think I have a book
CE: somewhere...

-- comicalExcavaitionar [CE] stopped pestering senselessBastion [SB]

you walk to your door, and reach for the handle, CRAP! its a stupid sliding glass door handle, my stupid uncle and his stupid obsession with handles!

your eye catches one of your many ancient comical tomes, you can't resist the urge to read it.

Cam waited a few minutes for his chums to get back to him, but quickly realized they were both busy doing things.
He decided to mess with Hashmap. First he captchalogued a PEBBLE (2 1 2 2 2 1 = 10 % 10 = 0)...

you come across a abnormally funny section about the old

"Jokes about the elderly

OLD ACADEMICS never die, they just lose their faculties

OLD ACCOUNTANTS never die, they just lose their balance

OLD ACCOUNTS never die, they are deleted

OLD ACTORS never die, they just drop a part

OLD ALCAHOLICS/DRUG ADDICTS never die, they just get wasted

OLD ANTHROPOLOGISTS never die, they just become history

OLD ARCHERS never die, they just bow and quiver

OLD ARCHITECTS never die, they just lose their structures

OLD ASSETS never die, they just depreciate

OLD ASTRONAUTS never die, they just go to another world

OLD ATOMS never die, they just decay

OLD BANKERS never die, they just lose interest

OLD BANKERS never die, they just want to be a loan

OLD BASEBALL PLAYERS never die, they just go batty

OLD BASEBALL PLAYERS never die, they just run their last lap"

Cam proceeds to captchalogue a NOTEBOOK, a PENCIL, and an AMBER BOX.
(21212112=12%10=2, 212212=10%10=0, 12212212=13%10=3)
A PEBBLE is ejected from slot 0. It flies out the half-open window. Damnit!

A pebble suddenly strikes Michael in the back of the head.
PD: Do you have your server disk?
PD: Do you?

-- comicalExcavaitionar [CE] started pestering senselessBastion[SB]--

CE:DUUUuuuudddddeee!

SB: er, I'm pretty sure I know its whereabouts
SB: but I don't have it with me at present.
SB: CE is trying to help me out with strife mechanics and such
SB: ...
SB: it's downstairs

SB: haha what's UP bro-slice?!
SB: did you find that manual thing?
Cam decided to captchalogue some SWEETS (he's British) in case they are necessary later.
(2+2+1+1+2+2 = 10 % 10 = 0)

A PENCIL was ejected from slot 0. There's got to be a better way of doing this.

CE:DUDE! SCREW HELP MAAAAN I'M GONNA DROP KICK THAT DOOR LIKE AL CAPONE!!!
CE: SAY ELLO TO MAH WITTLE FWEIND!

you get up from your chair and totally walk over to your door like a fucking gangsta'. You stare it's mutha' fin' face down (because doors totally have faces) and you use your totally mobster leg to rip the door a new asshole.

CE:dude... okay I'm gonna get the book now
CE: BRB BROHOMIE!

-- comicalExcavaitionar [CE] stopped pestering senselessBastion[SB]--

You walk out your new asshole in your door, you are in a hallway there are pictures of mansions and other wealthy looking houses scattered around the area, each with every door highlighted in red, God damn your uncle loves doors, you walk over to the trap door hoping it's handle is not somthing so damn abstract it is impossible to open, SHIT! MY GOD THAT THIS IS SO ABSTRACT!

Cam waited patiently once more, but the sound of a cheese grater being dragged across fine china reminded him of the urgency of the situation.

SB: CE?
SB: are you having trouble with doors again?
SB: can I help?
-- comicalExcavaitionar [CE] has been away for 25 minutes --

Fffffuuuuuuu-

HOLY SHIT FINALLY! you open the door and ... OH MY GOD thousands upon thousands of fucking DOOR KNOBS fall out of the TRAP DOOR, along with a ladder leading up to it, you flip the fuck out. After recuperating you climb the ladder. You never realized how much freaking antiques you keep in here, you see an old antique fire Axe, you walk over to it to examine it's beauty. you Captchalogue it (160 / 2 = 80) WARNING OBJECT TOO HEAVY MODULUS TRIGGER ACTIVATED (160 % 25 = 10) Fire Axe was Captchalogued in slot 10. You notice the Fetch modus tome laying on the ground you pick it up (32/ 2 = 16 ) the Tome was put into slot 16.

Suddenly Michael was thrown against a wall by a shield hitting him at high speeds. The shield then vanished. "Damnit cous'! WHY!?"

Sweet, you go down into your room not noticing the Old novelty Globe sitting in your seat. you accidentaly Captchalogue it. (32 / 2 = 16) you put it into slot 16 expelling the Fetch tome out your window at high velocity.

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

CE: Shit...

SB: what's wroadksjmka;a
Something heavy hit Cam in the back of the head at high velocity, knocking him face-first onto his keyboard.