Inhabitants.

You: Thanks nerd; We're grateful for you saving our kind-of-noob ass here. If ya wanna help with something later, just say it up bud.

Ray: So cat don't gotcha tongue eh? Nice to know you were just blankin' me darlin'. No problem for a kick-ass guy like me...You do realize that I was going to do crap to your planet anyway though, right? I mean, it's a free-for-all battle royal up in here basically. Last team standin' wins and all that crap, y'know?

Ray: Actually, don't think I've seen you around before hun. You don't know do ya?

You don't really know what to say to that, so you shake your head. Ray puts his elbows on the table and places his cheek in his hand, about at wrist-level.

Ray: Man, I know pretty much everyone here, I would've known if I saw a pretty face like yours before. Anyway, you just engaged in an all-out factions war, congrats! All of us are shoved into 4 factions of 4 peeps, then we just kinda kill the other teams off. You can kill your own teammates, but you're then at a disadvantage. I've only played once before -but boy, was it a bloodbath!

Ray: Don't mean to scare ya though darlin' just givin' you a heads up and stuff, y'know?

You: I would legally and Illegally die for you.

Ray momentarily loses his composure and puffs out a cheek in a semi-laugh. He regains it and lets his arms fall back to his sides.

Ray: You're a silly one hun, really.

Ray: There's no rules or legal crap outside this game. Or inside for that matter. But people just don't kill much because it's kinda looked down upon. Sure, you're not gonna be put in the slammer, but you ain't gonna have many friends.

He pauses and looks down at his tablet for a few seconds. After a quick bit of swiping and typing, he puts it back down again and looks back up at you. He seems nervous for some reason but quickly goes back to attempted smooth talking.

Ray: But don'tcha worry about it. As long as you've got my back, I've got your one hun. Everything on your lil' planet seems peaceful enough for a first impression so you're pretty much as intimidating as a white butterfly stuck to a pink marshmallow. I a'int underestimating you honey, don't worry.

You: Wouldn't think of it.

You: We're sorry, we speak in turns, you'll have to end your speech turn to receive any useful talk.

Ray: Oh okay- wait 'we'? Are you some kinda headmate thing? I learned about those yesterday. It's where you have multiple people in one body or brain rather, and they all have the mental capacity of different people.

You: Pretty much yeah.

Ray: Aw man, that's kick ass. So would it be right to assume you're a they or it then?

You: We guess?

Ray fist pumps the air, does a twirl in his seat, then turns back around to face you.

Ray: Sweet!

There's a silence for a few seconds where neither of you talks.

You: Is it possible to inhabit abstract concepts like flow and life?

Ray's eyes light up as he looks down at his side. It looks like you just gave him a revolutionary thought, or he's just really excited to talk about it to you. He turns back to you with a cocky grin though.

Ray: I've actually never seen anyone do that you know? I mean, I've heard that some people have done it before but never actually done it myself. I have only played one game though.

Ray: It'd probably look like what most people would think it would look like? Y'know so like-uh...a 'dreams' type might be all misty and stuff and could be blue...I dunno darlin', It's hard to comprehend this stuff. Good question though.

You: So...what's a type and can we make a trumpet-type. Specifically for dooting at inhabitants if they do stuff we don't like. For example war and stuff.

Ray: You must really like me talkin', don'tcha?

Ray shakes his head and leans back in his chair, he sticks out a black tongue as if he was trying to provoke a reaction from you. He then realizes what you said earlier and slumps back in his chair.

Ray: Okay, so typing is kinda a broad thing because there's an infinite vocab right? But there's a section for animals and a section for non-sentient.

Ray: Then you go into sub-categories of both sections. Plant-types would be in the animal section because they breathe, grow and shit. Anything that lives in the sea will be an aquatic-type, like the lil' blue dude. He needs to stay hydrated or else he'll probably die or somethin'.

Ray: Anyway, non-sentient types just fall into whatever category they'd be classed in usually. Wocc's a cooking-type because It's a frying pan. If you made some sorta food based one, I'd be classed as a consumable-type. A trumpet would be classed as a Noise-type if I recall. Someone had made one in my previous game, thinkin' that they could doot it for fun. It ended terribly though because the guy just rusted and died when their team went to an all water planet. Turns out you can't touch or directly interfere with your inhabi's either so you wouldn't be able to 'doot' it hun.

He pauses as if trying to remember something.

Ray: Also, these inhabi's are gonna go to war wherever you like it or not. When the walls between worlds go down, there's gonna be three groups of four all charging to kill you. The other Inhabi's can see our little base-house thingy but ours still can't. So that's why we need to be careful with our typing. Our team need to either play defensive or go in for an attack. Because if one of us dies, all our Inhabi's that we made die too. That's why attackin' other players on our team are allowed because you have the risk of dyin' yourself and any useful Ihabi's you made. It's easier to attack in this game, but sometimes the best offence is a sick defence, y'know?

Ray stops tilting his chair back and sits normally in front of you. He has a bored expression on his face as he looks at yours. Grumbling to himself, he create's a glass of water, takes a chug, then goes back to working on the tablet. He then create's a pen and notebook for himself and starts jotting down something.

(Commands are open again!

Your current abilities are:

CREATE: Make something to put into the land.

INHABIT: create an Inhabitant based off of any word.

TEACH: teach an inhabitant something.

CHECK: Check up on an inhabitant to see their stats, skills, thoughts and typing.

RAY: strike up a convocation with your black-tongue-buddy.)