But no matter how far, you've no place in the plan...
>> screw /t\ha/\t! I'll figh/t\ for my righ/t\ /t\o li/v\e!
> Enter name.
Your name is NIGHKE PERLMU.
You are extremely hyperactive due to the massive amounts of SUGAR LOADED SWEETS you consume daily. It's a wonder your teeth haven't rotted out of your head by now. Your attention is easy to grab but hard to keep for everything but your interests. No, this does not mean you have ADD, no matter WHAT YOUR FRIENDS SAY. Also no, you are NOT ADDICTED to candy! Okay maybe a little, but you can totally stop if you want too! Addiction may be a powerful thing, but you are MORE POWERFUL...ER!
You were born with a physical mutation that affected only your legs, and because of this you are WICKED FAST. So fast bro, you don't even know. You can regularly be found running around various areas of the planet just to get rid of your MASSIVE EXCESS OF ENERGY. Ever since you started utilizing this method to burn energy, you've found you enjoy it quite a lot, and have since taken up running as a hobby. It's nice to see so much of the planet, and it helps you relax. It's also why your hair always looks like it got caught in a windstorm, since it BASICALLY DOES EVERY SINGLE DAY.
When you aren't out running, you like to partake in your other interests, one of which is ASTRONOMY. Seeing as how you are a nocturnal species, it is the PERFECT HOBBY! There's just something magical about the universe in general, even if your species is obsessed with conquering it. You fancy yourself a self-trained ASTRONRUSHER... or at least you would if that were a thing that existed. Which it isn't. God you wish it was.
Aside from that, your interests include EXPLORING THE VAST ALTERNIAN WILDERNESS (easy since you can travel so fast), COMPETING IN MULTIPLAYER GAMES (you're rather competitive, so everybody else better watch out or you'll blaze right through them!), and RACING WITH YOUR LUSUS (you are utterly determined to beat him at some point in your life, so these races push you to your limits).
It should be noted that despite your speed, you can't FLASH STEP (though your reaction time is pretty good). You can run fast; doesn't mean you can MOVE fast. Not like that, anyways. It's the difference between ultra fast reflexes and ultra fast feet. They are two entirely separate things, got it? (No, you're not at all annoyed by your friends claiming you can flash step, why do you ask.)
Your trolltag is chargingCosmologist, and you >> like /t\o show off your /v\ery cool symbol, but when exci/t\ed or agi/t\a/t\ed you ha/v\e a /t\endency /t\o speaksoquicklythatsometimesnobodyhasanycluewhatyouresaying!!!
What shall you do?
> Nighke: Do something incredibly stupid while acting like an animal.
Running out of ideas for stupid things to suggest, are we? No, you don't think you will do that, thanks.
> Nighke: Your horns look... weird. Explain why.
You have no idea why your horns are so close together either. They've always been like this though, so everyone you know has long since stopped caring. Personally, you like to think it's because they're trying to form a V like the one in your symbol.
> Nighke: PURPLE. SHOES. Explain yourself, NOW.
Woah, that's just RUDE. These running shoes are about the most expensive thing you own- they were a gift you received on your last wriggling day from a troll much higher on the hemospectrum than you. Actually, they were meant to be taken as an insult, as they are a bit too small for you and are also meant for girls, but you failed to care upon receiving them and took to them with fervor. You love these shoes. So step off, pal.
> Nighke: Alright, then why the cape?
This isn't a cape, it's a jacket that flares out. And you wear it because it looks cool, especially when you run. No other reason.
> Nighke: So, fast dude, what strife specibus do you use?
Uh... shouldn't you look at your hive first?
> Nighke: Sure, but first explain what weapon you use!
You REALLY think you should look at your hive first.
> Nighke: Don't care! Weapon! Spill it!!!
Look, there is a certain order to this process, and it absolutely MUST be followed. Now, let's take a look at your hi-
> Nighke: WEAH. PEN. NOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!
NO. YOU WILL LOOK AT YOUR HIVE AND YOU WILL LIKE IT.
> Nighke: FINE. Examine your stupid hive.
Gladly! So glad you agree with... you? Uh...
Well, whatever, on to showing off your respiteblock!
Honestly, there's not much in here. Your husktop is sitting on the desk over in the corner... there's your recuperacoon over in the other corner... geez, this place is kind of bare. Maybe if you were a bit higher on the hemospectrum you could afford some more stuff, but honestly you don't really need much anyways since you aren't in your hive often.
There are a couple of posters featuring FAST DUDES on your wall, including SONIC THE HEDGEBEAST, QUICKTROLL (from MEGA TROLL), and XLR8. These are the coolest characters from some of the only video games you've ever played, though XLR8 is actually from the troll tv show BENGIS TENAHN (in which a young troll comes into possession of an artifact that forces him to periodically become a multitude of vastly inferior alien races, forcing him to go on the run from drones and trolls alike, but eventually helps him to stop a rebellion, which in turn leads to him receiving praise from The Condesce herself and becoming a well respected officer in her fleet despite his handicap), not a game. But you've only ever played the game of the show, so to you he's a video game character and always will be!
There's a couple of candy wrappers on the floor, probably blown off your desk when you rushed out of the room earlier. Aside from that your block is pretty orderly.
Wait, what's that outside the window?
Oh, never mind, it's just your lusus snoring in his sleep. Man oh man does he love catnaps. Good thing he's so fast at catching food and returning. You're pretty sure that if he took any more naps than he does now, you'd be subsisting on just candy at this point.
Hmm, maybe he should take more naps after all.
> Nighke: Great, great, your hive is lovely and all that. Now display your strife specibus for all to see!!!
Yes, that is exactly what you will do now. Thanks for being so VERY PATIENT. Obsessed much?
You grab your strife deck, open it up, and display... my GOD... you DISPLAY...
Your FOOTKIND abstratus. This allows you to attack opponents with anything you are wearing on your feet, which is usually (but not always) utilized by performing a "kicking" motion.
What, not fancy enough? It's what works best for you! All that running has built up MASSIVE muscle strength in your legs. And you've never had the patience to train with any REAL weapon. According to your friends you've got ADD, remember?
> Nighke: Man, what a letdown...
Hey, you weren't the one who kept asking to see your kind abstratus! No one ever said it was gonna have some sort of awesome, never before seen wea-...
Hey, wait, that's not a command! And also, audience-you-don't-know-is-there, these pronouns are getting confusing. If the "you" is Nighke, then who is the other "you" you're referring to? Are there TWO "yous"? Gah, from now on, only give commands, and not ones that will make characters try to answer you! This is not a conversation, alright?!
> Nighke: Fine... wait, is that why you have a picture of Juri Han on your wall?
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT TALKING LIKE THIS.
Wait, what are you even talking about? You mean the picture behind your recuperacoon of the girl from Street Griefer- HEY! No one is supposed to see that! That's why it's hidden behind there!
Ju-just forget you saw that, okay?!
> Nighke: Think about your plans for today.
Unfortunately you really don't have much planned for today. Actually, scratch that, you HAD plans to play a certain game that a hacker acquaintance of yours recently acquired, but when you ran over to ask for a copy he told you in no uncertain terms to "Pii22 off". He doesn't like you much.
So now you have no plans for today. Boo.
> Nighke: Prepare for the end.
The end? Of what? Everything seems to be normal, what's there to prepare for?
> Nighke: Go outside, look up, see meteors, freak out.
You head outside, look up, and see absolutely nothing. It's a dark Alternian night as always. Gee, that was pointless.
> Nighke: Captchalogue your lusus.
Ooh, he is gonna be pissed if you do that. So naturally, you decide to go ahead with it. Antagonizing him always leads to a race, and you haven't had one in a while. This is gonna be awesome!
You store your lusus inside your TREADMILL modus. This was another wriggling day gift you got two sweeps ago from a certain troll whom you've secretly wanted as your moirail for a while now. It is also perhaps the most useful gift you've ever received. It can store objects of ANY size, and has a HUGE amount of cards in it. It works by first measuring how much an object weighs in pounds, and recording that value on the card the object is stored in. To retrieve the object, you must reach first reach the equivalent speed (or higher) in miles per hour, and then simply pull it out of the sylladex. For example, if the object weighs 20 pounds, you need to attain a 20 mph speed before you can retrieve it. So far the only downside to this modus you've found is that when you take a heavy object out, everything else that was lighter than it also comes out, and usually goes flying in random directions. But usually you don't have heavy stuff in here, so it's mostly a non-issue.
Currently you've got some SUHWEET SWEETS, a poster of BLAZE THE MEOWBEAST that you haven't gotten around to hanging yet, and your lusus inside of it.
> Nighke: Run. Enjoy your last few hours. Maybe your lusus will survive?
Okay, you follow through on that first part but refuse to believe this is your last few hours. Seriously? Cut it out with the doomsday stuff. You decide to run over to the hacker guy's hivestem and try to get that game again. Well, actually no. You reconsider and decide to head to one of his friend's hives, of which you only know one. You're pretty sure you've got a much better chance of getting the file from her than from him, she's MUCH nicer. Of course, you're assuming that he even gave her the file. Regardless, you've got nothing better to do, so-
HOLY SHIT METEORS WHAT THE HELL IS THIS
WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE THERE METEORS RAINING DOWN?!
You scramble in the general direction of... whats-her-name's hive, or at least you think it's in that direction. Your thoughts can be summed up as follows- 'OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE I NEED HELP I NEED SHELTER WAIT THAT GIRL HAS PSYCHIC POWERS SHE CAN HELP CANDY'. Wait no ignore that last part. You really shouldn't be thinking about that right now.
Oh who are you kidding, she's probably not even here anymore! You know that YOU wouldn't stick around with meteors showering the-
HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO HER HIVE?! You know you haven't been here in a while, but you didn't know she was... wait...
Is that a... glowing... frog... thing... WHAT?!
You suddenly understand absolutely nothing.
> Nighke: Rush over and ask frog thing what is going on.
You run over towards the ruins of what was once a hive so you can attempt to ask the glowing frog thing what happened here. This is a really stupid idea. What makes you think the thing can even talk? But hope springs eternal, you suppose. You approach the glow frog.
AND THEN THERE WAS LIGHT.
WAY TOO MUCH LIGHT. OH GOD YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM.
> Nighke: Enter.
And suddenly you're surrounded by some sort of crystal, and it's everywhere, and oh God you're in trouble.
What did you just get yourself into?!