Jason: As you open the door, you're greeted by familiar sounds. In the distance, you hear gunfire and gruff voices shouting orders. The room on the other side apparently opens up into a whole landscape...exactly where you were a moment before. Next to you on your right is the same medical tent you had just spent hours in. Even the smells are the same: blood, gangrene, gunpowder, and freshly-dug earth. You're struck, however, by a very unusual phenomenon: to your left, there appears to be a window standing in midair. Through it, you can see clearly the blob-like shadows you could see before: they appear to be creatures of all shapes and sizes passing by and occasionally looking in. As your door opens, the eyes of a smaller being rest upon you. They light up, all 4 of them, and the creature's blue lips suddenly puff to twice their size. It leans in for a closer look, apparently anticipating your next move.
Jason: There's a mouse on your leg. Is it... trying to sex you?
((Sorry was out of town for spring break so I didn’t have much access to a computer))
< Damn, must of blacked out for a second, tho-thought I saw an creature of some sort… a-and a mouse?! What the hell happened, is this another sign of withdrawal, I’ve never had this happen to me. Perhaps… perhaps I better take some morphine to get my head on straight.>
I take out a syringe and inject myself with some morphine.
< That’s better, now lets see what’s going on.>
Standing up I see the window and the very strange creature behind the window. “SHIT!” I grab my gun from my belt and point it at the strange creature, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!”
((Rest assured, good gaming patrons, I have not abandoned the RPG. I'm just REALLY fucking busy right now, hopefully it will die down in the near future and I can update again.))
((Thanks for your patience, everyone. Let the gaming continue!!))
Suicho: You examine the shelves. There are a few tools here and there, but not near as much as you need. The woman who appears to be guarding you and Chenda sees you rummaging and interjects, "Master told me to tell you that anything you need can be created through this machine here." She moves over to a large box-like machine sitting in a corner. "Just place your hand on this orb," she says while doing so, "and think of what it is you want. Visualize it." The machine hums softly, then stops. A small hatch on the front of the machine opens and emits a light. Slowly, a wrench materializes in the air. She reaches out and grabs it, then throws it onto a spare workbench. "Master wants you to have only the best materials for his new... toy." She flicks her eyes to the comatose organism.
Chenda: Waiting on your next move.
Vertigo: The man is gone now, and you're still buried in Chenda's pack.
Gabby: Waiting on your next move.
Ezekiel: ((Indeed, you have all your war gear with you.)) As you slump to rest, the voice floats over the field again. "Well, I'll take that as an indication that you're the same as always. Good to hear. Talk to you soon!" In the distance, you hear a large boom and a war horn. Despite how many times this has happened, you feel a rush of adrenaline. The battle is on.
Sexy: After finishing your sexing, you dart into the open door. This place is warm and quiet... you like it here. You curl into a narrow space between two gigantic structures and fall asleep.
Jason: As the morphine rushes through your system, the small creature moves away from the window, only to be replaced by several more. It seems to be cyclical, somehow. From inside the large medical tent nearby, you hear a pained groan, and a man shouting, "MEDIC!"
Spoony: The two men roll their eyes, but dutifully hoist you onto their shoulders. You ride in style through the facility until you reach a hallway of indeterminate length filled with doorways and windows. As you pass the windows, you see different scenes: a sky full of flying machines and bright lights; a dirty army camp with men in strange uniforms carrying unusually-crafted sticks; a forest scenario full of warriors; a rocky plateau dotted with caves and large creatures; more and more until you reach a room that appears to be empty. The men stand before the door and flash a card. The door slides aside silently. They carry you inside, walk to another door, and it opens onto a pristine bedroom. They set you down and start to walk out the main door. "He'll be with you shortly," one of them says without looking at you.
Varieus: As you tour your ship, you occasionally hear reports of other ships in your armada entering your space. Finally, the last ship arrives. It's time for action.
Bubbles: You look around you. Your trophies surround you in your cave. Your women, which you have captured from other weaker men, your kill trophies, skulls, bones, and fur from great beasts. All of these you have won with your stick. One of your women brings you a roasted leg of elk and hands it to you. You're just about to bite down on it when, FINALLY, after so long, it happens again. SOMETHING appears in that hole in the world that always sits right in front of you. Now you have your stick. Now you can conquer IT as well.
Anelia: You see the black car pull up in front of your apartment outside and your blood runs cold. They found you, AGAIN. And this time it looks like they've brought enough men to surround the house. You estimate that you have about 2 minutes to gather anything that you need and get the hell out of there or they'll take you back to the lab or... maybe even kill you. No time to dwell now.
Gabby: On the ride home, everyone is chattering away about how amazingly COOL the Pink Shadow is. This is probably the 500th time you've saved the town from some fate worse than death, but they'll never know how close their hero is to them. As you arrive home, a familiar car is parked in the driveway. Black, and easily recognizable. It was an older gentleman, who had been visiting your house every now and then to meet with your parents.
A sudden uneasiness crept through the human half of Gabby's body. She had seen him before, and any time the two were face to face, he always addressed her by name, as though the two actually knew each other. The idea that they were friends in the slightest irked her in a way she didn't understand. The idea that together, they could be friends, a younger lady and an older gentleman, just filled her mouth with a taste she found detestable. She walked away from her home, away from the car, away from her parents and the man that sit at the kitchen table with them. They discussed news and politics, old people stuff. That wasn't the kind of stuff she was into. She walked towards the town, and did not look back at the black car.
It appears that I'm living in style now, just like I always thought I should be. I lay down on the bed, and take a well deserved nap...If only I had my lute...
"You speak with ill confidence of Mr. Creators intentions. Interesting, perhaps Suicho should examine his intentions more closely? Or do you just feel this form of science to be amoral?"
"Anyways, Suicho takes it he can avail himself of this synthesis tech and restock his supplies?" *I begin to mutter* "Perhaps I should upgrade to that plasma saw I've been saving for...."
I begin to synthesize high voltage cable and the necessary atom manipulation tools to fine tune muscle strength and dexterity in the girl.
((The organism we're making is of female form right?))
Nothing like a nice long nap. When I do wake up, My first order of business should be to explore my immediate surroundings, in particular, I'd like to find something to eat or sex.... or maybe both.
Varieus: Ok boys lets do this full speed ahead, all shields to full, man your stations, where going to blow these punks out of the sky.
Soldier: Yes Sir!
<Dammit, those strange creatures will have to wait, duty calls.>
While pulling out my First Aid I run over to the next tent. Inside I see a man with a deep leg wound, presumably caused by a bullet. The man yells as if in immense pain.
<Another casualty in this goddamn war. He probably thinks he is the unluckiest man in the world right about now, but he has no idea how lucky he is. The blood he has lost is nothing in comparison to the blood taken by this war, this blood swollen god. By the looks of his wounds he will live, they’re deep but not deadly. We’ll have to send him farther behind the lines, maybe even back home, but he is damn lucky.>
I grab a bottle of sterilized water and pour it on the wound. I remove the bullet lodged in his leg and then apply a modest amount of sulfanilamide powder and then bandage up the wound to the best of my ability. Once I finish I motion to the litter bearers to take him to an ambulance to move the soldier farther behind the front lines.
Once they leave I see the soldier’s gun, a M1 carbine, with a nice supply of ammo. I take these even though it’s against proper conduct, but I have a feeling I might need it with those crazy mutants things in the next tent.
I head back and see if I can get some answers from the things from floating window land.
Bubbles wants to conquer the thing in the hole. It is in the hole, and the hole is in Bubbles' home. Therefore, the thing in the hole belongs to Bubbles. He tears a large chunk of meat off the bone with his teeth for himself, then he chucks the bone with the rest of the meat in front of the hole. Bubbles takes his trusty stick, which he also calls Bubbles, and waits to see if the thing comes out to take the meat.
<Think Vertigo. The sorcerer is gone, and in his place some sort of servant. Quite possibly another wizard. Two, maybe three wizards then.
I could probably take this one by surprise from behind her back here, but there is the other one AND the servant.
The door. Flee- NO!
If that experiment is similar enough to a dead thing, I might be able to Raise it, but if that servant is a wizard it probably wouldn't be enough. And without some Blackrock I can't make it last.
Anelia: You see the black car pull up in front of your apartment outside and your blood runs cold. They found you, AGAIN. And this time it looks like they've brought enough men to surround the house. You estimate that you have about 2 minutes to gather anything that you need and get the hell out of there or they'll take you back to the lab or... maybe even kill you. No time to dwell now.
Anelia turned around, throwing her hair out of her face and grabbed a backpack. As she scurried through the apartment, she grabbed a few of her belongings and threw them in the bag. She zipped it up and threw it around her shoulder, then ran to the window, on the opposite side as the one she was looking out of before. She opened it up and looked down. She couldn't feel pain, but she could still die if she did anything too stupid. She couldn't jump from the level she was on, and the fire escape was by the other window.
She scaled the building, holding onto the bits and pieces in the brick wall as best she could. Her fingertips got all scraped up from the uneven surface. She leaped and grabbed onto another window ledge, then grabbed onto the pipe leading down the building, held on tightly and slid down. She let go and dropped about ten feet, then climbed the fence in the alley way and ran off, as quietly, and quickly as she could.
As long as she kept running, she'd end up somewhere safer then where she was before. She looked at her fingers when she was running and noticed some of the skin was peeling off, and they were a little bloody. Although it didn't look too bad, so she decided to ignore it.
((I'm sure you busy and all Illithid235 (as evidenced by that presentation you had to give), but I'd just to remind everyone this thread is still here.))
((Okay, so I know I said I'd update soon... and I lied. Partially it's because some people haven't taken actions for some time, even though they're up for them, so part of my lack of motivation is that I'm not sure who cares anymore. Who still wants me to update this? If there's still interested, I'd like to get this going again.))
((I'm still interested, though it'd probably be a good idea to wait a week or two to start it up again personally, let everyone still in school a chance to finish up finals and such so they have more time for this. Though it appears that everyone has posted a reply for this round at least, but I might have missed a person or two.))
((Mario needs to do something. His character is too amazing. Also I haven't done much 'cause my character is a fragile little critter surrounded by too many people he don't trust. I'd do something actually productive soon enough though.))
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((Awww you don't count me as a tank, you make me sad, even tho i guess i'm more DPS)).
((Sorry was out of town for spring break so I didn’t have much access to a computer))
< Damn, must of blacked out for a second, tho-thought I saw an creature of some sort… a-and a mouse?! What the hell happened, is this another sign of withdrawal, I’ve never had this happen to me. Perhaps… perhaps I better take some morphine to get my head on straight.>
I take out a syringe and inject myself with some morphine.
< That’s better, now lets see what’s going on.>
Standing up I see the window and the very strange creature behind the window. “SHIT!” I grab my gun from my belt and point it at the strange creature, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!”
Suicho: You examine the shelves. There are a few tools here and there, but not near as much as you need. The woman who appears to be guarding you and Chenda sees you rummaging and interjects, "Master told me to tell you that anything you need can be created through this machine here." She moves over to a large box-like machine sitting in a corner. "Just place your hand on this orb," she says while doing so, "and think of what it is you want. Visualize it." The machine hums softly, then stops. A small hatch on the front of the machine opens and emits a light. Slowly, a wrench materializes in the air. She reaches out and grabs it, then throws it onto a spare workbench. "Master wants you to have only the best materials for his new... toy." She flicks her eyes to the comatose organism.
Chenda: Waiting on your next move.
Vertigo: The man is gone now, and you're still buried in Chenda's pack.
Gabby: Waiting on your next move.
Ezekiel: ((Indeed, you have all your war gear with you.)) As you slump to rest, the voice floats over the field again. "Well, I'll take that as an indication that you're the same as always. Good to hear. Talk to you soon!" In the distance, you hear a large boom and a war horn. Despite how many times this has happened, you feel a rush of adrenaline. The battle is on.
Sexy: After finishing your sexing, you dart into the open door. This place is warm and quiet... you like it here. You curl into a narrow space between two gigantic structures and fall asleep.
Jason: As the morphine rushes through your system, the small creature moves away from the window, only to be replaced by several more. It seems to be cyclical, somehow. From inside the large medical tent nearby, you hear a pained groan, and a man shouting, "MEDIC!"
Spoony: The two men roll their eyes, but dutifully hoist you onto their shoulders. You ride in style through the facility until you reach a hallway of indeterminate length filled with doorways and windows. As you pass the windows, you see different scenes: a sky full of flying machines and bright lights; a dirty army camp with men in strange uniforms carrying unusually-crafted sticks; a forest scenario full of warriors; a rocky plateau dotted with caves and large creatures; more and more until you reach a room that appears to be empty. The men stand before the door and flash a card. The door slides aside silently. They carry you inside, walk to another door, and it opens onto a pristine bedroom. They set you down and start to walk out the main door. "He'll be with you shortly," one of them says without looking at you.
Varieus: As you tour your ship, you occasionally hear reports of other ships in your armada entering your space. Finally, the last ship arrives. It's time for action.
Bubbles: You look around you. Your trophies surround you in your cave. Your women, which you have captured from other weaker men, your kill trophies, skulls, bones, and fur from great beasts. All of these you have won with your stick. One of your women brings you a roasted leg of elk and hands it to you. You're just about to bite down on it when, FINALLY, after so long, it happens again. SOMETHING appears in that hole in the world that always sits right in front of you. Now you have your stick. Now you can conquer IT as well.
Anelia: You see the black car pull up in front of your apartment outside and your blood runs cold. They found you, AGAIN. And this time it looks like they've brought enough men to surround the house. You estimate that you have about 2 minutes to gather anything that you need and get the hell out of there or they'll take you back to the lab or... maybe even kill you. No time to dwell now.
A sudden uneasiness crept through the human half of Gabby's body. She had seen him before, and any time the two were face to face, he always addressed her by name, as though the two actually knew each other. The idea that they were friends in the slightest irked her in a way she didn't understand. The idea that together, they could be friends, a younger lady and an older gentleman, just filled her mouth with a taste she found detestable. She walked away from her home, away from the car, away from her parents and the man that sit at the kitchen table with them. They discussed news and politics, old people stuff. That wasn't the kind of stuff she was into. She walked towards the town, and did not look back at the black car.
"Anyways, Suicho takes it he can avail himself of this synthesis tech and restock his supplies?" *I begin to mutter* "Perhaps I should upgrade to that plasma saw I've been saving for...."
I begin to synthesize high voltage cable and the necessary atom manipulation tools to fine tune muscle strength and dexterity in the girl.
((The organism we're making is of female form right?))
*Readys sword*
Soldier: Yes Sir!
While pulling out my First Aid I run over to the next tent. Inside I see a man with a deep leg wound, presumably caused by a bullet. The man yells as if in immense pain.
<Another casualty in this goddamn war. He probably thinks he is the unluckiest man in the world right about now, but he has no idea how lucky he is. The blood he has lost is nothing in comparison to the blood taken by this war, this blood swollen god. By the looks of his wounds he will live, they’re deep but not deadly. We’ll have to send him farther behind the lines, maybe even back home, but he is damn lucky.>
I grab a bottle of sterilized water and pour it on the wound. I remove the bullet lodged in his leg and then apply a modest amount of sulfanilamide powder and then bandage up the wound to the best of my ability. Once I finish I motion to the litter bearers to take him to an ambulance to move the soldier farther behind the front lines.
Once they leave I see the soldier’s gun, a M1 carbine, with a nice supply of ammo. I take these even though it’s against proper conduct, but I have a feeling I might need it with those crazy mutants things in the next tent.
I head back and see if I can get some answers from the things from floating window land.
I could probably take this one by surprise from behind her back here, but there is the other one AND the servant.
The door. Flee- NO!
If that experiment is similar enough to a dead thing, I might be able to Raise it, but if that servant is a wizard it probably wouldn't be enough. And without some Blackrock I can't make it last.
Maybe there's something in here I can use.>
Examine the contents of Chenda's backpack.
Anelia turned around, throwing her hair out of her face and grabbed a backpack. As she scurried through the apartment, she grabbed a few of her belongings and threw them in the bag. She zipped it up and threw it around her shoulder, then ran to the window, on the opposite side as the one she was looking out of before. She opened it up and looked down. She couldn't feel pain, but she could still die if she did anything too stupid. She couldn't jump from the level she was on, and the fire escape was by the other window.
She scaled the building, holding onto the bits and pieces in the brick wall as best she could. Her fingertips got all scraped up from the uneven surface. She leaped and grabbed onto another window ledge, then grabbed onto the pipe leading down the building, held on tightly and slid down. She let go and dropped about ten feet, then climbed the fence in the alley way and ran off, as quietly, and quickly as she could.
As long as she kept running, she'd end up somewhere safer then where she was before. She looked at her fingers when she was running and noticed some of the skin was peeling off, and they were a little bloody. Although it didn't look too bad, so she decided to ignore it.