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Published: 2015-08-21 03:22:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 334; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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>Enter Name<PIMPLEFACED ASSHOLE
Incorrect.
TIMMY FRANZ
Correct.
You are now Timmy Franz. You are a bit of a geek when it comes to your British fandoms. When you're older, you're going to the UK. You love England. You live in a bit of a run down home, and your front lawn and backyard is practically a jungle. You don't care. You are attached to your Minecraft and PC like it's your girlfriend, but it's not, because you have one. As geeky as you are, you do.
Your Pesterchum account name is geekyTimelord. Just how you react to your fandoms.
Timmy: Explore room ===>
Your room is simple. Blue walls, blue sheets, blue bed... You are a blue freak. It's your favorite color.
Timmy: Go to PC. ===>
You run for your darling. She resides downstairs in the dusty office.
Timmy: Check installation. ===>
Sburb Gamma is finished downloading. Now it's time to ask Ryan to be your server player.
{Pesterlog}
-- geekyTimelord [GT] began pestering ScripterkingRyzo [SR] --
GT: Ryan!!
SR: What?
GT: I got sburb gamma!
SR: Cool.
GT: it's all loaded up too.
GT: I need you to be my server player.
SR: I need to get someone to be mine first dude. Wait.
GT: awe...
GT: boo.
GT: please?
SR: Mine isn't even done loading.
SR: Calm down.
SR: And wait.
GT: fine.
GT: text u later?
SR: Fine.
-- ScripterkingRyzo [SR] ceased pestering geekyTimelord [GT] --
Timmy: Look out window. ===>
A meteor is headed for your house.
Timmy: Flip out. ===>
You panic. You scream as well.
Timmy: Grab guns. ===>
You get all the guns you have and shove them in your Tardis modus. It is infinite, but not indestructible.
Timmy: STRIFE!! ===>
You get your dad's sniper that he hides from everyone, but you easily snatched it and put it in your strife specibus.
Timmy: Blow up meteor. ===>
You utterly fail at blowing it up with a few shots. You are a goner.
Timmy: Fortify bedroom. ===>
You grab everything you have stored in your Tardis modus. You grab your copious amounts of rope and building supplies that you keep on hand when you're bored. It's a genetic thing.
You completely apocalypse fortify your bedroom. Windows and doors tied with the tightest of knots. Perfect. You've brought your computer with you into your room too. You need help.
{Pesterlog}
-- geekyTimelord [GT] began pestering GodlyAlpaccas [GA] --
GT: Hey...
GA: who the fuck are you.
GT: take a guess josie.
We've seen this already.
Timmy: Sulk. ===>
There's no point in sulking. You need help dammit!
Timmy: Desperately search for help on the internet. ===>
You take a picture that you have of Benedict Cumberbach and hug it close, awaiting your intimate death.
Your phone buzzes while this happens.
{Pesterlog}
-- AnacondaArse [AA] began trolling geekyTimelord [GT] --
[AA] Hellooooo
[GT] who are you??
[AA] Sssssomeone that'll help youuuuu
[GT] how??
[AA] Lisssssen
[AA] Ssssso thisssss isssss sssssupposssssed to happen
[AA] You ssssstarted the game, thisssss isssss ssssstage oneeeee
[GT] what is that supposed to mean!!??
[AA] The game isssss beginning
[AA] Get ready thisssss isssss gonna be wild
[GT] and who the fuck are you??
[AA] Your guardian ssssnakey angel
[AA] The meteor wont kill youuuuu
[AA] Youll be okay
Timmy: Stay inside your pillow and rope fort. ===>
You hope that the snakey dude was right. He's a bit of a weirdo, but hopefully he's right.
Timmy: Panic and pester Ryan. ===>
-- geekyTimelord [GT] began pestering ScripterkingRyzo [SR] --
ERROR. NO CONNECTION.
Duh. You knew this already.
Timmy: Facepalm. ===>
FACEPALM COMBO x2!!!!
Timmy: Watch videos on your phone. ===>
You resort to watching your internet videos just to calm yourself down. But, you realize maybe someone might be able to help. It's a longshot... But just maybe...
Timmy: Be the person you're thinking of.
You are suddenly that person. You're a girl who looks halfway decent. What's her name??
