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Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Dec 14, 2014 7:41:15 GMT -8
Rainman was a bit worried about the situation he was in.He was stuck in a tower with a mad Navi who had the power to made illusions,that were as deadly as real ones,and he was with a bunch of un-familiar Navis,one of which just admitted that he was evil.The other one who talked strangely seemed to just not care about anyone but it's self.
"Great..."Rainman thought to himself.However,he didn't want to be the last one to press the button so Rainman walked over to the platform and stood on it.
"Well Fellas?Are we going to go?"
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Post by notegg on Dec 16, 2014 15:33:37 GMT -8
Supposing ahead was the sole option, FM moved towards the elevator, cautiously sizing up his apparent cell-mates. Not much to see really, but an odd group were they altogether.
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 21, 2014 12:19:20 GMT -8
B.o.B:"Hey bug boy...long time no see..."
Out from the cell walked B.o.B., recognizing Antlion immediately. Although it would be hard to forget an appearance like that in any life time.
"What have I gotten myself into this time...."
Then B.o.B. saw RainMan, while walking up onto the platform.
B.o.B.:"Quite the predicament we are in, RainMan, inst it?
With the last word, B.o.B. casually leans onto the button pressing it down.
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Blues
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Post by Blues on Dec 21, 2014 18:51:58 GMT -8
The button presses down with a satisfying click, and is now stuck in the down position.
"Max capacity of elevator reached. Now sending to Basement floor 4." spoke a calm a computerized voice.
The elevator moves downwards at a very slow, manageable speed. The speaker in the center of the platform turns on again, as your party travels to the depths below.
"Ah yes, I forgot to mention. Every elevator in my tower has a set capacity, and won't begin to move until it has that exact number of navi on board. It will accept no more, no less." The Dolor notes. He follows his PSA with a sort chuckle. "Don't worry, they are all set to five. For now."
It is extremely dark in the elevator now. Any light that once shone down from the room where your journey began is far gone.
With another shallow click, a bright light shines from within the red button on top of the speaker, lighting up with an intense shade of red on the faces of the navi.
Through the speaker, you can hear The Dolor cough very loudly. "Ahem... my apologies. I've been fight a severe... illness recently."
The elevator come to a stop with a loud thump that reverberates in the cylindrical prison. There is no exit or door.
"This room is not for the faint of heart. Those who are squeamish, I highly suggest adverting your eyes."
A wall of the elevator shaft slides open, letting you into the new room.
This room, like the elevator is very dark. The only things you can see are each other, and the elevator that you arrived on.
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." The Dolor advises.
A Light in the center of the room suddenly flickers on dimly.
Like a spotlight, the light shines down on a basic civilian navi, lying on his knees in the center of the room. He is shackled down to the ground by his wrists and ankles. There is another chain clamped around his neck like a collar, that has been hung to the ceiling, forcing him to hang in place with his back hunched over. He is staring down at the ground, making you unable to see his face.
"I'm not only a master of illusions. I'm also a master of data extraction. Right now, I am slowly absorbing this navi's code, and integrating the most important skill I desire into my own!" The Dolor explains from the speaker. "And that is why you are here. Every moment you spend in my tower, is another moment i have to pick your data apart!". The Dolor concludes with a sinister guffaw.
This laugh awakens the navi in chains with a panicked jolt. He looks up toward your party, revealing his face. His eyes are bloodshot and tired. There are multiple transparent spots on his face where data has been discarded and eaten through.
"K...Kill me.... P,p,p...please...." The prisoner begs. His voice quivers in pain, as he continually repeats his request.
The Dolor continues to laugh and laugh, suspending an air of pure insanity throughout the room. As he quiets down, all that can be heard his the chained up navi's plea. "Will some one make him be quiet?" The Dolor asks soullessly. His lets out a wicked short snort. "Well then. Do what he asks. Show him mercy. Or i'll do it for you. You have..." a short pause, "60 seconds."
The navi's already panicked face somehow gains more dreadful fear. Tears stream down his face, as he continues to beg. "PLEASE!!!... K....Kill.... me........"
"And.... Go."
The elevator speaker shuts off.
New objective: You have two day ( Untill 9:00 PM, Central , on December 23rd) to show mercy to the tortured navi. Whoever kills him is first come, first serve. Post killing, other navi may post a reaction until the cutoff date. ALSO! Additional rule, since The Dolar has only allotted your crew 60 seconds, you have only 100 words to write your post.
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Post by notegg on Dec 21, 2014 21:29:18 GMT -8
FM snaps his neck.
Kneeling to the corpse, he mutters about the law of cycles. Something about Zen and something about Karma.
Standing again, the girlish navi moves towards the flock.
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Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Dec 21, 2014 21:38:21 GMT -8
Rainman's jaw fell open at the sight of the Navi.
"Who..who would do such a thing! Can-can we help him? No that wouldn't work,maybe...no wait! I can make clones! I think I can-"Rainman was stopped in his tracks as FM went up to the Navi and snapped his neck.
Rainman looked at the dead Navi on the floor,not knowing what to say.
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 22, 2014 3:53:07 GMT -8
B.o.B:"..."
Watches silently as FM dispatches the so called civilian navi.
"Too mellow dramatic...Easy choice...I would have done the same..."
B.o.B. walks to RainMan and places its right hand on his shoulder.
B.o.B.:"Calm down, collect yourself..."
While B.o.B. was not violent or care for murder, it did know that this situation was laughably childish. Their host was playing games and would learn to regret underestimating their resolve.
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Post by notegg on Dec 24, 2014 9:33:50 GMT -8
Rainman would feel the soft down of FM's black dyed cotton on the shoulder opposite BoB's.
"I'm sorry that you had to see that." A soft, hushed voice said to the fearful Rainman.
That navi... in his suffering, he had experienced anguish and pain- his negative karma would be burned off. Perhaps, in his next life he'd be a king, or a hero.
But that's another story.
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Dec 25, 2014 15:54:20 GMT -8
"It does not matter for him. It was necessary to finish him in order to progress. Now come, we must keep moving. I do not wish to stay in this tower any longer than I have to."
Antlion coldly stated, brushing aside B.o.B and Rainman, he looked towards the one who had knelt down, nodded, and proceeded into the center of the room, and began to levitate slightly... With that, a mass of insects swarmed the room! They weren't attacking or shredding anything, they were scouting, eyes everywhere...
"Let's see if I can find us an alternate path to take... Maybe even pull a few strings ourselves to even the odds..."
The bugs were still flying, and Antlion's eyes were missing, with parts of his head, but he stood there, head hung, facing the group unknowningly...
"...Let's see..."
He chittered excitedly, hoping to crack the secrets of the area around him like an oyster...
"...Come out come out... I can feel the structure ready to reveal and expose itself to me like an uncultured dog broken, rolling onto it's back... Hahahaha... Reminds me of the younger years..."
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Post by Blues on Dec 27, 2014 22:54:58 GMT -8
*Thanks for you patience guys, I'm sorry for making ya'll wait much longer then intended*
For Antlion : Your insects vigorously scavenge the room for secrets. To your surprise, the dark room is also very barren. The walls are made of extremely thick metal material, and the floors are of the same origin. There are no other unused light sources besides the swinging lamp above the civilians' corpse.
Then you find it. One insect, scouting away from the rest of the pact comes across a small crack in the wall. Upon further inspection, you discover that it is actually a sliding door into a new elevator. Before you can speak up...
For All Players: A dim, blue-ish glow resonates from the dead navi's corps on the ground. This glow is followed by violent movement, glitching, and dissolving upon the civilians body. Unlike an average deletion, this is radical, and spastic.
The monotone voice of the Net-Console begins to speak, "The file Thomson-engineering.EXE has been corrupted. Now quarantining and deleting file."
The corpse, and the glow suddenly evaporate. There is no sign that the dead navi was there at all, other than the chains that it once lay in.
A Loud error sound rings through the room, as the console speaks again, "The file you are trying to open is in a different format. The process "Recycle Bin" has been ended. ".
Far behind you, the speaker of the previous elevator clicks back to life.
"Hmmm... Well done," A more youthful, but still sinister voice hisses. You deduce that, although the voice sounds younger, the voice still belongs to The Dolor. "I'm so forgetful, I forgot to let you know before you murdered that innocent navi that I also absorb data through direct deletion." The Dolor laughs once again. " You see, I could kill all of your right now, and gain your powers. But I've decided to take the longer rout with you all. Sometimes, absorbing unfiltered data can leave some... pesky chunks of personality. Actually, you all might be better off killing yourselves, and seeing if you infect me." The Dolor laughs, as he snaps his fingers. The lonely chains in the center of the room are removed, and in their place is a stone table, covered with a clean, white cloth. In the center is a large, extremely sharp knife.
"After all, you have no idea if it will work unless you take a stab at it!" The Dolor chuckles madly. "Ah... yes, I must thank you FM, this new data is quite sinister. Your "Heroic actions" have helped me design the next room".
The elevator discovered by Antlion now opens. This one, like the one ridden before, is a circular platform, and has a bright red activation switch atop of a speaker. As this elevator appears, the one behind you can no longer be seen.
"Better speed it up." The Dolor commands from the speaker of the new elevator. "Don't forget, I'm slowly picking through all of your data. Without haste, you just might end up like poor Thomson..."
The Speaker clicks off.
New Objective: Just like the first elevator, all players may narrate reaction/have conversation as they get on the elevator. Last player on should press the button to advance(For those wondering, this is meant to be a "all player check in". to confirm everyone's active). IMPORTANT: I will also Need a dice roll of 1-100 for each player as they get on the elevator. OR
You can choose to take The Dolar's advice, and attempt to infect him with your personality. Who knows what will happen...?
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Dec 30, 2014 13:57:01 GMT -8
1-100
The bugs, all of them, landed back in their appropriate spots, Antlion nodding and chuckling evilly after the dust of the situation began to settle... He sent a single insect to the speakers, as if to try and communicate with the Dolor, on his side, a speaker would have been passively breached as a form of communication, even if the bug was destroyed, a message would relay to him, playing in his voice over the speakers for everyone to hear...
"Tell me, Dolor, if you're so omnipotent, give me a few answers. Who am I? Why was I created? How old am I? Who made me? If you can give me these answers I would gladly follow your directive. But fail me and I'll see to it that this charade go a separate route. Give me some answers, immediately."
It was clear, even though Antlion's version was rather low compared to most, he was very old, and very skilled at breaching and bypassing servers of this day and age... Maybe he came from a more intelligent generation? Or was it all that time, all those hundreds of years in stasis that allowed his mind to warp and mold into a genius? His normal voice, the one that wasn't projected temporarily into the speakers, had addressed his group...
"I have found an elevator with my scouts, come with me, I believe it's time we turn the tides in our favor..."
He waltzed over proudly towards the hidden elevator, a small swarm of insects created from his left arm lit the path clearly, despite the dim lighting and drab colors, it was vivid and clear he wanted to lead them to this area...
"Come. We don't have much time, and I don't think that knife is going to do us any good... And for the record, my name isn't bug boy... It's Antlion. At least so I have labeled myself."
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Post by mirror on Dec 30, 2014 14:22:45 GMT -8
1-100
The antics of the others were cause for no end of bother to the stonelike navi. It would've ended the poor navi's life had the other not gotten to it first.
Now there was another elevator, and the host was talking about data assimilation.
This one liked data assimilation. All the more reason to meet their host promptly.
Stepping to the elevator, Starless speaks again to those around it. Not often speaking and always callous, the multiple voices dance in a unsettling harmony.
"The platform, now. Our host has something this one wants."
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 30, 2014 15:22:55 GMT -8
1-100
B.o.B:"Oh I know your name... I also know you are still looking for her..."
B.o.B. taunts tapping the side of its face plate with a finger.
"At least this has gotten more interesting...but I doubt this host has any idea how to truly break down all our systems...leftover personality seems like a lame excuse. There is another reason..."
B.o.B. walked to the back of the platform and waited.
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Post by notegg on Jan 1, 2015 19:17:58 GMT -8
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Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Jan 1, 2015 19:39:18 GMT -8
Rainman tried to hold himself together as the poor Navi was deleted,ending his pain. However Rainman couldn't help but feel as if they could have made a..."better" choice. Sadly for Rainman he didn't know what other solution there was, or even now. For now he needed to calm himself like B.o.B. said.
"All I can do now is to make sure he doesn't see any weakness in me..."Rainman thought to himself standing taller. Rainman looked around as the elevator the group had previously went on disappeared back to the bottom floor. Rainman turned around and,with a summoning of his courage, got on the elevator and....pressed the button.
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