~laundry~ [17/17] accepting replacementaters

[Errantparabola]

A HEROIC JOURNEY TO GET THE FUCKING LAUNDRY DONE...
BASED ON A TRUE EXPERIENCE...

INTRODUCING THE TEAM

Modded by...

ERRANTPARABOLA

Writer and Creator

MYKONIAN

Best backup mod of all time

Reviewed by...

SPYREX

"I, personally, adore the flavor"

MAGNAOFILLUSION

"I also heartily sign off on the flavor of this game."

MYKONIAN

"This game is playful, it might translate to the players, that could be nice."

Graphic (of my actual laundry room) by...

CALEDFWITCH

"EP is a fucking nard"

SIGNUP INFO

- One large game + one theme game requirement (or one large theme)
- No hydras (sorry Firebringer)
- I might refuse a player based on poor game history (flaking, breaking game rules, etc.)

PLAYERLIST

Preins still needing to confirm have a *

1. Desperado
2. drealmerz7
3. Zachstralkita
4. Pine
5. Ser Arthur Dayne
6. MariaR
7. Firebringer + his subconscious
8. SlySly
9. Fro99er
10. Nosferatu
11. Aeronaut
12. TOOGELOO!
13. gerryoat
14. Creature
15. Nachomamma8
16. Tammy
17. Andrius

[Errantparabola]

Okay, so here's the situation. You've just had a 4 hour nap-- at that point, it's more like sleep. It's 2 in the fucking morning, and you decide that you're going to do the laundry. You empty the hamper filled with clothes into your laundry basket, top it off with the detergent, heft it up, and make the trek down the laundry room. You're groggy, underdressed, and the cold bites at you like a rabid wolf puppy abandoned at birth, but you get there. It's a large pile, so it takes two washing machines-- perfect for separating colors. That's a mini victory there. Watch out, because that's the last victory you're getting today. In fact, the last one you're getting for the rest of your life.

A few useless posters with instructions on how to work the machines, lights that are only partly on, and a drinking fountain set the scene. The green "30" menacingly stands out against the dimly lit room, letting you know how much time until your clothes are finished washing. You make the trek back to your dorm, basket and detergent in hand. You're still more tired than an overstocked auto shop, so it takes 45 minutes to realize that its time to leave the warmth of your dorm room equipped with the drying sheets, the laundry basket, and the lack of foresight to dress more warmly despite already suffering through one round trip.

Taking the clothes out of the washer and putting them into the dryer is peppered with the occasional swear when a soggy article of clothing slips from your grasp and falls onto the floor. A cursory job to be sure, but at this point the amount of fucks you give is equivalent to the number of other people in the laundry room. That's right. Zero. Soon enough, the clothes are in the dryer, and when you swipe your card to start the machine, you punch in an extra dry cycle because you swear that those goddamn machines always leave some clothes just a little fucking damp no matter what level of heat you use. Why did you even bring the laundry basket? You didn't need the laundry basket. You take it back for another walk through Siberia, past a few buildings, up a few flights of stairs, unlock the hallway door, unlock the room door, you're home free.

After an hour and a half, you prepare to make the trek again. Did you remember to put on a fucking jacket, you dumbass? Let me answer that question for you. You did not. You're pretty sure that frostbite and hypothermia have more than set in when you open the door to the laundry room this time. The door swings closed behind you and you realize that you forgot to take the dryer sheets back from your last excursion. No big deal, but that's when the second sack of bricks hits you-- you forgot to bring the fucking laundry basket with you. There's no way you're going through that snowstorm again, so you decide that the laundry basket can go fuck itself, you're doing this caveman style-- arms only.

You take all of the clothes out of the dryer and fold them, noting that, of course, some clothes decided to defy all expectations and stay slightly wet because the world decided to take a massive shit on you today. You pick up this towering stack and cradle it like some sort of inhumanly massive baby, balancing the cursed dryer sheets on top, and open the door to face the Everestesque conditions that await you. It's heavy and the struggle is only exacerbated because you're exhausted, as your sleep schedule is less regular than the heartbeat of a someone that diagnosed themselves with cardiomyopathy on WebMD. Every step is like an earthquake on this ridiculously structurally unsound tower, and pants, socks, sweaters threaten to fly everywhere in defiance of your weak grasp on the stack. You battle the cold and continually slipping folded clothes for an eternity until you finally reach your building. You swear it takes you so long that your classmates have probably gotten married, became parents, grandparents, died, and decomposed by the time you make it.

What lies ahead of you is not even close to easier. Four flights of stairs and two doors, both of which you need to unlock with a physical key that you need to turn. Somehow you shift it so that one of your arms is free, run the gauntlet, and reach your room, half setting, half throwing the clothes down onto the bed. You see a disheveled pile and most of your folding work undone, and had you not want to wake your roommate, you would scream at the heavens for being so unforgiving. The worst part is-- almost every mishap was entirely your doing. Your failure to problem solve, your stubbornness, your absentmindedness. Your fingers brush against one of your hoodies, still damp, ice-cold from its journey through the Russian winter, and take solace in the fact that at least one of the events that decided to penetrate your ass wasn't guided by your own hand.

[Andrius]

[drealmerz7]

wootwoot

confirmation of the pre-/inclination

[Firebringer]

/in as a hydra of Fire assassin and Firebringer

Name: Fire Lord

[Desperado]

/confirm

[Errantparabola]

/in as a hydra of Fire assassin and Firebringer

Name: Fire Lord

I will accept this, but one of you will only be able to talk in your hydra PT

[Firebringer]

me and fire assassin know each other in rl. so thats fine.

[MariaR]

Let's do this!

[Firebringer]

u seem too excited to do laundry maria, i already have a sock read on you (sock = scum)

[drealmerz7]

DIRTY SOCK

[Pine]

I ENDORSE SOCK = SCUM

/confirm

[Andrius]

HOW QUICKLY THE TIDE TURNS



In other news, you better be ready for more D&D: Strahd Shenanigans.

[Errantparabola]

What is this awful sockaganda that people are spreading?
I have no problem with losing socks!
In fact, I'm wearing socks right now.
Furthermore, my grandfather was a sock! I am one-quarter sock! To see this sock prejudice in my game makes me absolutely outraged >:(

[SlySly]

/in with a fury!

[Errantparabola]

pour one out for BYF... but the 5 slot is open now. That's premium real estate

[Zachstralkita]

/in

[drealmerz7]

byf didn't want to do laundry with us

):

[Alisae]

too join or to not join. That is the question

[Alisae]

oh wait I can't anyways, rip.

[Ser Arthur Dayne]

Hmm

/in

[drealmerz7]

I'm really looking forward to FB and his subconscious

I've only ever played with FA...

[Errantparabola]

-Exclusive interview with SAD-

Ser Arthur Dayne, how does it feel to take the very exclusive 5th slot?
Knowing that you're in a prime (wink wink) slot must feel great!

[Toogeloo]

I will /in for this.

But I need to be Clear and Free, I have allergies to scented detergent.

[Andrius]

/in with a fury!

Hmm

/in

I will /in for this.

But I need to be Clear and Free, I have allergies to scented detergent.

ALL ABOARD THE HYPETRAIN