The Adventures of COVFEFE

> Tweet about your conversation with Pootin

 

Suggestion for Covfef's typing quirk: replacing "I" with "1". Because he is NUMBER ONE, at least in his eyes. :P

 

(I don't have my Twitter editor, so you'll just have to imagine this is a tweet from him.)
"My imprisonment is just a temporary setback to #MAGA! More changes coming soon!"

 

(I'm currently on my phone at camp, so some stuff may be a bit sloppy. I'll edit it when I get back if so.)

SOLD

 

After a few hours of sitting and waiting, a package arrives. In it are two disks: one marked Server and one marked Client. Both have a strange house on it.

-realCovfefe began pestering vladPootin-
RC: 1've gotten the package.
VP: Good. There's a computer and two disks in there. Plug the computer in and insert the one marked "client" into the disk drive.
RC: What if 1 put 1n both d1sks at once? There are two dr1ves...
VP: No. That would be a disaster.
RC: How do you know?
VP: I have my ways. I've seen what could be.
RC: You know what. That's f1ne. 1 don't care.
RC: Anyth1ng else 1 need to do?
VP: Yes. You'll need to recruit Melani before we can start. Otherwise we'll never succeed at our goal.
RC: That be1ng?
VP: You'll see.
RC: F1ne.
-realCovfefe stopped pestering vladPootin-

 

>Put both discs in because YOU MAKE THE DECISIONS HERE, DAMMIT

 

>ditch Melani for someone younger

 

I like the cut of your jib.
You put both disks in. Immediately, you get a message from Pootin.

-vladPootin began pestering realCovfefe-
VP: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
RC: 1 make the dec1s1ons around here. You may have gotten me 1nto off1ce but 1'm going to make my own cho1ces here.
VP: You arrogant fool. You're dooming yourself and everyone on Earth!
RC: Don't care. My dec1s1on is made.
-realCovfefe blocked vladPootin-

 

(Solo session it is.)

 

You have other priorities right now. But you'll consider it later.

 

>realize too late that jail cells don't have electrical sockets

 

Pootin> Find other players now that Covfef has derailed your plans for him. Again.

 

It's a laptop that has two disk drives. Has a fair bit of charge.

It's okay. You have an idea. And if you can pull it off, you can still put your plans into motion.

 

(suggestion for writing quirk: doubles each adjective? or does that not count)

 

>waste battery charge by live tweeting complains about the jail cell

 

You tweet out, "I've never seen such a SAD jail cell. They're only working to keep progress back by keeping me here." Battery power has dropped to about 96%.
The disks seem to have loaded. You open up the program, fumbling with the unfamiliar keyboard. Suddenly, two windows open: one marked Client and one marked Server. The Server window opens up and asks you to connect to the Client (which is, in this case, yourself). Upon accepting, and confirming as such on the Client window, the computer begins playing music. You watch the screen, enraptured by the sounds and the blinking...thing on it.

After it's done loading, you sit up. A warning appears.
*DANGER: YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER A SINGLEPLAYER SESSION. THIS ACTION CANNOT BE UNDONE. ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?*
How bad could it be? You accept. You don't need anyone telling you what to do.

 

>Tweet your achievement

 

You take the computer and post your achievement online.
"#MAGA!"
Well, that's close enough, you suppose. At the very least, your supporters will know that you still plan to do so, despite your current predicament. (That is, being caught in a jail cell.)
You look back over at the computer screen. There's a few options. You click around and notice that the only thing you can deploy is something called the Cruxtruder. Deploying it, you notice that to open it you must drop something heavy on it.
You flop back down on the ground and check Twitter.

 

>drop your toupee on the Cruxtruder

 

Doing so, the universe sighs. Close enough, it mutters, as the Cruxtruder opens up.
(To be continued later since i'm tired as shit now)