Drow509Join Date: 2008-08-16
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((I have much more planned for you, just explore a little bit and maybe possibly find an elevator shaft that mysteriously leads down some
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and to the experimental labs were you'll find some patrolling guards, security, possibly maybe something involving supercomputers and the machine that will allow everyone to leave.))
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[[A la Da Boshnik. Lets take a trip back to before By The Dozen]]
[[CORRUPTED PROGRAM - HACKING...HACKING...FILE:OPEN//HISTORY REVISION--WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILY..,LOADING...LOADING...]]
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(Argh,roblox replaced my post of me questioning the ending with a repost of it DX) |
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("A: Not checked the thread
B: Too dumbfounded over it all to post anything."
I'm probably B, although I have tried to avoid reading other peoples posts recently so I can't cheat, I must admit I'm completely confused by the sudden 2nd apocalypse.) |
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(Indeed. My ex-post said that if half of all organic life was eradicated,then some key characters would die.) |
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[Yeah, not my best idea. I had a sudden urge to take "control". Forgive me fore that. Not my finest moment.] |
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Mark
The smell of death and smoke fill my nostrils as I awake from my fevered dream. It is all that greets me in the cold, dark world in which I created. Power. A power of unimaginable strength. The destruction of my rage fills me, and a deep tiredness sweeps over me again. I do not pass out, but I do sway back and forth for a moment, unfocused. No one is in sight. No one is near me. The silence is deadly...
I surge through the rubble, surveying the scene in a sort of trance, looking for useful materials for aid me in the long journey to...I can't remember where. Nowhere, I suppose. I continue to look.
As I shift through the rubble, I find a one military grade shotgun [AA-15, Semi/Auto High Powered Shotgun w/ Extended Mags], a large backpack, a new mask with five filters to protect me from the deadly air. A large combat knife. MRE's and a crate full of water. I take five 64 oz bottles. I find a radio, AM/FM and a short-wave transceiver. I was as geared as I could be, so I set out for the West. Why that is, I did no--
~ Radio
Come in Company Bravo. Come in, dammit! What wa that noise, we felt the whole damn Earth shake. Even the boys on Lv. 21 felt the damn thing! COME IN! Did Omega escape? Or Sigma? Answer me, Lieutenant!
Mark
I open my radio com channel, intending to respond to the man.
~ Mark
This is Pvt. Edwards, Bravo Company. There was a large explosion, destroyed half the &%$#$%& base! I...I think I am the only one left.
~ Radio
WHAT!? Christ man, what you have been through...we are just getting the camera feed. There is an operational elevator to the right of you, about .3 clicks. Get down here, tell us everything once you do. Search for more survivors on your way, Edwards. Good luck. Motherbase, out.
Mark
I follow the mans instructions and, about ten minutes after the latter conversation, I find the nearly ruined elevator shaft, half buried under rubble. I step inside, expecting it to immediately fall under my weight. It doesn't, but instead start to descend in a slow manner. My radio pings on.
~ Radio
We got you, Edward. Descending you to Lv. 5 now, Medical Bay. Don't worry, mate. I am sure it's just some trauma. Nothing major.
Mark
I clutch my shotgun tighter.
~ Mark
Yeah...Nothing major...
Mark
The door opens into the Med Bay. Ten guards line the walls, all looking as if they have something important to do. Then they notice me. For a moment, they simply stare at me, as if they don't know what to say. One aims him gun at me, looking terrified. The rest follow in unison. I raise mine. Until a voice comes over the radio. It is female...mechanical. And it talks directly to me.
[[Drow, I want you to do this part.]] |
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((Forgiven.))
((Ah, this break is helping though, I have a precarious plot instilled that will hopefully interest the lot of ye as we wrap this storyline up (maybe another thread...) and then continue on to a new one. I'll be sticking to this universe, definitely, however the location, objectives, and plot will be different. It'll still probably be testing related, but not in any way that you will expect. Hopefully, that is.)) |
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Drow509Join Date: 2008-08-16
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((ARGH SNEAKY LATEPOST.))
((floodcheck +1)) |
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Drow509Join Date: 2008-08-16
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((Triple-postehs))
((To your question before: It's fine if you based your character on the Observant as he does take a keen interest to you and may've intervened at earlier points in time.
Second, nice post, plenty for me to work with.
Third, I'll be responding tomorrow once I'm done with the mass of things to do that I'm usually assigned. Trey, hope you don't mind a [spoiler]planecrash[spoiler] to help you join the others nice and quick 'ere. You may have to do a lot of either sneaking or shooting.
Fourth, I'll also be posting Jaxley landing if that's okay with you square. I may've missed something about this earlier because I am easily confused and have poor eyesight for your posts as I have demonstrated many times before. :p)) |
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[[Also, if you could provide the ID's to the other Murderously Simple stories, I have read By the Dozen, but I want to read the others...and...stuff...] |
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(It's perfectly fine Drow, infact I would prefer it.) |
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((I actually have them located in a word document here.)) |
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[[SPOILER: Actually, I think I am going to make the Meta a test subject. He will be the first to have escaped, as I had indicated in a post back in The Last Straw, from the tunnel down inside the garbage pit. It was his "official" testing name. However, he may be tied to the Observant in more ways than one...as we all may be as well...]] |
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-[Jack & Sarah]
Some distance you your left you hear the sound of a cargo plane approaching, but then a loud series of anti-aircraft fire bring its flight to an end for no apparent reason in a small fireball out in the distance.
-[Trey]
Just as you spring from cover a deep booming noise assaults the plane, tearing the metal in front of you into scraps as you begin a free-fall into the open air, past dead or soon-to-be-dead soldiers with looks of pure terror in their eyes. It all seems to be so peaceful for a second as the ground comes to meet you…
You awaken in a ruined chamber, right below the hanging wreckage of an airplane lit up by roaring oil fires. Liquids drip from various ruptured pipes and wires spark feebly. A corpse lies beside you, half hidden by a section of collapsed wall. Strangely enough, the area around where you lay is completely clear.
-[Harvath & Tech]
The guard leads you into the station where another guard munches on potato chips and watches a series of CCTV camera screens. The room is similar to the outside schematics in layout and the guard leads you to a featureless holding cell in the back, which you are escorted into.
Somewhere a deep rumble slightly rocks the facility, causing a small amount of alarm from the military policemen. “Alright, you two stay put as I radio in to HQ.” The first grumbles as he locks the gate and exits the room, leaving you with the second MP.
-[Mark]
“Oh my, the newcomer, a ‘Warden’ Red or something like that? Yes, yes, you may not remember me but we remember you quite well. You did well on your tests but you were always a troublemaker, even when running them.” Technical REASON says in a neutral tone. “Don’t take this the wrong way Red, but as an intruder, I’m afraid I’ll have to prosecute you for trespassing.”
A series of alarms whine and a pair of turrets unfold from the ceiling, and aim their guns at you.
“Sorry for what’s about to happen.”
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[[What happened to Kintor? Also, I still need those ID's...]
Mark
The guards look hesitant to kill me, like they knew I could kill them at any second. But I wouldn't hurt them. I was to tired, to tired of running. I wanted to quit. I drop my gun.
~ Mark
T-REASON, though my years, I have caused so much death and destruction...my best friends are dead, the world I knew is gone. I am no warden. I am no orphan. I don't know who I am. I don't know who you are. I don't even know where I am. So, no, I will not fight you. I have run for so long, so long, so long. I don't want to run anymore. Take me.
Kill me.
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[[REPOSHT]]
Mark
The guards look hesitant to kill me, like they knew I could kill them at any second. But I wouldn't hurt them. I was to tired, to tired of running. I wanted to quit. I drop my gun.
~ Mark
T-REASON, though my years, I have caused so much death and destruction...my best friends are dead, the world I knew is gone. I am no warden. I am no orphan. I don't know who I am. I don't know who you are. I don't even know where I am. I am not afraid of you. You do not scare me. So, no, I will not fight you. I have been running for so long, so long, so long. I don't want to run anymore. Take me. Take me.
Kill me. |
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{Jack}
"Uh. was that fire from you?" I nervously ask the soldier.
/Harvath & Tech\
H: "Well, now I guess we have to talk to each other."
T: I glare at him.
H: "Don't give me that luck, believe it or not I actually came here with good intentions." Albeit, ones that I can't fulfil from a holding cell.
T: "Yeah, Also I'm the king of France, pleased to meet you."
H: "It's true... I just... can't tell you right now."
T: "Imagine that."
H: "Listen, I KNOW we're not on good terms, but for once trust me, I'm certain something bad is about to happen very soon, I was going to try and convince you to get out of here but... we know how THAT turned out." I say, waving to our surroundings. "I'm not happy with you either, but-"
T: "But I'm still useful to you, is that it?" I notice him looking for the right words to say. "Of course, so, what is so important that you'd try to convince me to stay here and die anyway?"
H: "I... don't know."
T: "... Really? You expect me to leave behind my salvation, to avoid a disaster YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT! Do you even have proof there is one?!"
H: I look around the cell. Maybe there's a weapon in here, or SOMETHING useful. |
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(Sweet jesus,how did I miss all of those!?)
Trey
I look around the area. "What the heck..." I mutter,looking at the destruction unraveled before me. I get up and do my best to get over to the corpse,hoping to find a gun. |
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[[I have a song for my character, something that I just found while surfing youtube. And holy crap, does it fit or what? Hand made for Marcus Red: I Love the Way You Lie by Your Favorite Martian. Rock version. Amazing. Look it up on youtube.]] |
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[[Also, damn. Just finished reading Phase 1. I wish I could have joined these in the beginning. Boss modey mode.]] |
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-[Jack]
The soldier appears to be dumbfounded himself. "I, uh... no..."
-[Harvath]
The room is completely bare, little more than a cell that looks like something you might find housing a particularly large animal.
-[Jaxley]
The D.C docks loom in sight just on the horizon after many days of traveling. You have already been cleared by the Apex Security Forces and a couple shady hand-offs have allowed your men to carry whatever you please into the complex.
-[Trey]
The corpse's bony hand clutches an assault rifle tightly in it's grasp.
-[Mark]
Technical REASON laughs, a harsh and grating sound that causes greater discomfort to the guards than before. "It'd be my pleasure Mark... just hold still and I'll make it fast." The sentry guns unleash a sudden stream bullets, heavily slamming into your chest and issuing forth a spray of red, ironically leaking down onto the sterile tiles, a stark contrast of dark red and medical white.
The guards loom over you, with looks of disbelief on their faces, and as they gaze upon you a steady pair of steps approach, footfalls that sound as if they are wearing a pair of dress shoes. The guards do not turn around as the Observant looms over them as well, writing something down on his clipboard with the slightest hint of a frown. Elsewhere you can hear other voices shouting over the now quieting alarms and the retracting of the sentry turrets. |
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