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Post by magius on Jul 13, 2012 15:58:04 GMT -6
==> THE FILTH. DESTROY IT. You and the other troll. The female one. She seems nice enough, and she agreed to help you clean. Specifically, to clean the boxes. You don't like the boxes, they steal your things. FAILOW: okay so FAILOW: there should be a few around here FAILOW: i usually pass them whenn im around here Yeah, you can see three down this hallway. There might be more upstairs from here, too, but you wouldn't know since you don't go upstairs as much. Plus you usually just use the teleporty things to get around so you don't really know which way is up.
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Post by lofora on Jul 13, 2012 16:30:59 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Do some whatever.
Hell yeah, you're about to do some serious whatever. It's a bit concerning that he's been freaking out over these boxes, and you think it's even worse that those things end up in the boxes anyway. You're going with him not necessarily to clean, but to purge. If books about everybody dying get into the wrong hands, those few could get ideas. That's the last damn thing you want. You don't want them getting ideas on how to kill the rest of you.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ aaiighht, s∞uunds g∞∞d.
There are three, in fact, up ahead. You approach one cautiously, close your eyes, and open it. You even look away for extra emphasis. And you cover your eyes, which are already covered by your pictureshades, with your forearm. Four layers of protection.
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat's iin hheeree, duudeer, ii caan't l∞∞k.
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Post by magius on Jul 13, 2012 16:37:11 GMT -6
==> check the first box You must exercise caution. Hope there aren't explosives or anything. That would be sort of terrible. This particular box appears to contain... FAILOW: it looks like FAILOW: a doll maybe FAILOW: or a very small animal Hopefully it's just a doll. It would sort of suck to start finding dead animals in the boxes.
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Post by lofora on Jul 13, 2012 16:44:28 GMT -6
==> Lofora: NOPE FUCK THAT.
You fumble in your pockets for your lighter. You're not used to keeping things in your pocket. But you eventually get it and hold it into the box, lighting whatever it was on fire.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ n∞pee. n∞pee. n∞pee. n∞pee. n∞∞∞pee.
You pause, opening your eyes cautiously. You remove all layers of protection except your shades. It was a doll. A doll that is now on fire. At least, it isn't making noise. Which is always a good thing. You exhale sharply, brushing your forehead with the back of your hand.
LOFORA: ✯ criisiis aaveerteed. LOFORA: ✯ ii aalm∞st diieed, duudeer, reeaal taalk.
It doesn't occur to you that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't blindly set things on fire. [/center]
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Post by magius on Jul 13, 2012 17:02:06 GMT -6
==> well then You watch the thing go up in flames, black smoke spiraling upward as the material slowly peels back and burns. Yeah, it was probably a doll. Thankfully. You aren't entirely comfortable with burning small animals. FAILOW: uhm FAILOW: do you thinkj its really safe to FAILOW: you know light things on fire without looking at themfirst FAILOW: i mean what if it had exploded or something FAILOW: uhm FAILOW: so maybe we should FAILOW: be more careful? You don't like telling people higher on the hemospectrum what to do, but you consider it a friendly suggestion. Accidentally getting blown up isn't exactly the best way to go. ==> next box You walk over to the next box and cautiously open it. At first you aren't sure what you're looking at. Slowly it dawns on you that it must be some sort... of... Oh sweet jegus what is this shit. You just don't-- What. No. ==> CLOSE IT AND NEVER LOOK BACK You quickly slam the box shut. That was the most alarming thing you've seen in a while. The tiny model of an IMPERIAL DRONE terrifies you, it was even complete with tiny FILIAL PAILS.
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Post by lofora on Jul 13, 2012 17:08:21 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Oh..
Hey, it's your first time cleaning boxes.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'ree pr∞baablyy riighht uuhh. LOFORA: ✯ ii'll juust kiindaa n∞t d∞ thhaat.
You let him take the lead. You think it better. Or, at least, until he opens the box. He sorta looks in it for a while. You are a bit confused, so you move yourself to get a good look at his face. He soon shuts it, a horrified expression on his face. You pause. You then approach and open it yourself.
Oh. This was awkward. You're only half scared of it, mostly because you have a matesprit. But thoughts flood back of how you're probably not cut out to have a kismesis. You promptly begin burning it.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm kiilliin iit deeaad, duudeer. LOFORA: ✯ ii'm kiilliin iit deeaad. LOFORA: ✯ kiilliin iit deeaad uuntiil iit's deeaad ff∞reeveer.
You're getting a bit more on edge as time wears on and it continues to burn. Seriously, fuck this thing. [/center]
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Post by magius on Jul 13, 2012 17:14:52 GMT -6
==> thats much better Much, much better. That thing terrifies you. At least with Alternia gone you don't have to deal with stressing about finding a matesprite and kismesis because seriously you know the imperial drone would just murder you. You are not cut out for supplying your DNA, you're just small and weak and neurotic. FAILOW: thanks FAILOW: that was just FAILOW: sort of alarminbg FAILOW: these boxes FAILOW: jegus where do they even find this sdtuff FAILOW: do you thinjik someone seriously brought that thing with them? Your team sort of worries you.
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Post by lofora on Jul 13, 2012 17:50:39 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Phew.
It's done. Oh wait. There are more boxes. Fuck.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ yyeeaahh n∞ pr∞b. LOFORA: ✯ g∞t yy∞uur baack. LOFORA: ✯ ii d∞n't eeveen kn∞w. LOFORA: ✯ whh∞eeveer hhaad thhaat wiithh thheem, maan, ffuuck thhaat ∞nee. LOFORA: ✯ reeaal taalk.
You just kind of stay there for a while, recollecting yourself. Someone had to bring that onto the meteor. Who would do something like that? That's just... Ridiculous.
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Post by magius on Jul 15, 2012 19:08:07 GMT -6
==> push on Even if you don't want to. It's only been two boxes and already you're sort of traumatized. Just... these boxes, man. FAILOW: i guess we should FAILOW: get the next one i guess ==> PUSH ON I SAID Alright, calm down. You wander over to the third box in the hallway and pull the lid open. Oh. Well that isn't so bad. ==> retrieve contents You pick up your broom and stuff it back where it belongs, in your inventory. Good. That's one mystery solves. You look around. You could either take the stairs up or use the teleporty thing and pop out wherever. FAILOW: okay so then FAILOW: where should we head next?
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Post by lofora on Jul 15, 2012 19:19:52 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Nod and agree.
You nod, agreeing with Failow. Move on. Keep going. Never look back. Never back down.
He opens the third box and takes a broom. Nice.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ w∞rd. LOFORA: ✯ geettiin yy∞ shhiit baack, ffuuck yyeeaahh. LOFORA: ✯ leet's... LOFORA: ✯ taakee thhee staaiirs.
You nod. You'd rather not take teleporters in this situation.
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Post by magius on Jul 15, 2012 19:23:22 GMT -6
==> up you go You aren't actually sure where these go, other than up. Hopefully nowhere horrible, like a room with a sudden sheer drop or into the maw of a raging murderbeast. == ascend Heading up the stairs you end up in a pretty big lab with a bunch of those giant vials with the monsters. It appears as if one of them is broken, greenish fluid still covering the floor. You look back at Lofora and shrug. FAILOW: you think its safe?
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Post by lofora on Jul 15, 2012 19:33:19 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Follow.
You do so, following Failow to a very sketchy lab with a bunch of tubes.
One is broken.
He asks if it's safe.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ iit iis pr∞baablyy thhee ∞pp∞siitee ∞ff saaffee. LOFORA: ✯ thhee c∞mpleetee ∞pp∞siitee ∞ff saaffee. LOFORA: ✯ thhiis iis aanyythhiing buut saaffee. LOFORA: ✯ wee shh∞uuld uuhh. LOFORA: ✯ leeaavee. LOFORA: ✯ n∞w. LOFORA: ✯ ∞r s∞∞neer.
Except you stand there, looking. Jegus that is bad. That is very, very bad and something is probably going to kill everyone. You need to tell them. You need to do something.
But you just can't look away and you hope that Failow will do something.
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Post by magius on Jul 15, 2012 19:39:20 GMT -6
==> this is bad Very bad. There's probably some giant monster lurking around here. Watching. Stalking. Waiting. ==> equip yourself Right. Because strifing with giant fucking lab creatures is so easy when all you have on you is a broom. Whatever. You carefully eject your broom from your inventory and prepare for a battle. FAILOW: maybe its not here FAILOW: maybe its-- ==> oh gog damn it Nope. You just heard something move in the dark. It was faint, but it was there. A slight dripping noise. A slithering hiss. Yeah, you definitely heard that.
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Post by lofora on Jul 15, 2012 19:42:28 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Oh gog.
Failow didn't do anything. Why didn't you see that coming? Oh, right. You're not the seer. Ha ha fuck that. You take out your weapon, too. A giant cactus. Well, not quite giant, but it's still pretty damn big.
You hear something move.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ffuuck. LOFORA: ✯ wee g∞t thhiis, duudeer. LOFORA: ✯ juust caalm d∞wn. LOFORA: ✯ caalm thhee ffuuck d∞wn duudeer, wee g∞t thhiis.
Someone needs to be calm in this situation.
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Post by magius on Jul 15, 2012 19:53:04 GMT -6
==> STRIF- wait what is that
The thing the girl has. That's a cactus. She must be the girl Slaier told you about. The evil one with the cactus army.
==> you know what that means
She's the enemy. Fuck. But you don't have time for that, there's some horrible monster lurking in the shadows. Whatever drop the subject for now. You can just cross that bridge later. And then burn it.
==> STRIFE ALREADY
The monster takes initiative because you got distracted and are slow and generally fail at being useful. From the shadows an enormous, horned head emerges and lets out a loud hiss. It quickly slithers to your left and rears its head, slamming into the ceiling and knocking down a few loose tiles. Its long body is lined with short, spiked legs that twitch and clatter against the floor, drawing small lines in the spilled fluid.
==> attack already
No gog no you can't do it that thing is terrifying. Not only is it huge, but it has the long body like a worm. You don't stand a chance against it.
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