Introduction
A clear image gradually appeared on a previously static screen. A man, brown of skin with long black dread locks has his face in the camera, golden eyes piercing each and every viewer. He grins and steps back, revealing the game show stage he is standing on.
“Helloooo Dimensional Wasteland! It’s your friendly neighborhood DJ, that is, Dimensional Jockey, Demetri Maverick, and it’s time for the premier episode of…” He suddenly began to levitate off of the ground, whimsically turning in the air, “Reality. Hates. YOU!” The studio’s audience broke into thunderous cheers as the show’s title popped up on TV screen everywhere.
“And now a word from our sponsors!”
Now sitting in a ritzy looking black leather chair, the DJ waved to the returning audience. “Welcome back! If you’re just tuning in, this is the brand new hit Omniversal Game show; Reality Hates You! I’m your host, DJ Demetri Maverick. Now, without further adieu let’s kick things off—“ He held a finger up as if to stop himself, “But first, you must be asking yourself… ‘Demetri, just what is Reality Hates You’?” The lanky man laughed cheesily, “Well, I’ll tell you! It’s a little game I decided to concoct one booze filled night. You take one hundred denizens of the Wasteland, trillions of credits, the lives of many, mix them together, add confusion and a pinch of potential heroism and villainy and viola! You’ve got the sickest reality program since Omniversal Idol!” He threw his arms out and waved them about in a grand, extravagant manner to garner excitement. The crowd followed suit and hollered in excitement. The Dimensional Jockey aided by some sort of unseen wind glided out of his seat and onto his feet. “Roll the clip Teddy!” On cue, the transmission on screen shifted to reveal clips of various men and women engaged in what looked like life threatening acts.
“I have personally chosen one hundred beings from different Dimensions across the Wasteland, who will be here shortly by the way. These hundred brave, or not so brave, souls will embark on a perilous journey with only one goal, accumulate the most points and change the Wasteland—whether it’s for better or worse.” Demetri returns to the screen now back in his chair with his legs crossed. “When our contestants arrive, I will bless them with a number of goodies to help them on their way. Among these goodies, the contestants will receive a whopping 10.2 million Dimensional Credits!” 10.2 Million flashed in giant neon lettering above him, prompting crowd excitement. As the crowd hushed, Demetri shifted in this chair. "With the 10.2 mil, our players will be granted access to their personal Maestro--who's duty is to grant whatever the player wishes. So long as it's within the boundaries of their credits." Demetri shrugged. “We’ll return with rules, point allocations, and the participants themselves after these commercial breaks!” The camera quickly panned across the whole audience and faded out to commercials…
Ah the Dimensional Wasteland. An endless number of realities, times, and spaces held together by a number of complex gateways known as ‘Rifts’. Think of it as an ever-growing stew; all of the dimensions would be your beef, veggies, what have you, and the rifts holding them together would be the broth. The gateways keep branching and making new connections even as we speak so that broth is ‘endless’ flavor.
The Wasteland wasn’t always as it has been though. It’s been said that the stew used to be a cake. Don’t worry. I’ll explain.
Imagine a cake, most cakes have layers you know? The Wasteland, back when it was just a tyke was like a cake. You had the main layer, the center where most life thrived. And then above that, supernatural beings such as ghosts, demons and the like lingered. Every now and then, someone in that main layer would claim they saw a ‘paranormal being’, maybe a ghost or an alien. Even though people around them deemed them crazy or paranoid, the truth was they were actually right. You see, every now and then, the layers would fluctuate and brush against one another, causing their spaces to intertwine even for just a moment. Simple enough right?
Now…the bottom layer is where things get a little tricky. The bottom layer of our Dimensional Cake was nearly identical to the main layer, only…inversed. Ever take a picture and set it to negative? That’s exactly what this bottom layer was like. It was the parallel reality of the main layer. It’s said that something happened to merge the bottom and main layers of the cake, and boom! That’s when that delicious pastry crumbled. The two layers weren’t used to the change and shattered. Their times and spaces broke into multiple realities, scattered into a spiral like array.
The following is solely legend, but it’s the most plausible thing out there to explain why the Rifts connecting the now scattered Dimensions formed. Heads up, it’s here where the story gets good kids. A single force survived the destruction of the Original Wasteland [referred to by scientists and historians as Eden]. Some religions out in the wastes refer to this force as a man dubbed the Master of Ceremonies—or Emcee. Anyways, the Emcee possessed the power to mold and alter space, and while Eden was destroyed beyond repair, he decided to connect these new fragments of it so that life may grow and thrive once more.
After that the Emcee disappeared from the Wasteland. But it didn’t take time for life to teem about the wastes. The most advanced of the Dimensions came together to create a law making body known as ‘The Band of Three’ [dubbed so because there were three dimensions involved in the creation]. The Band was composed of three Waltzes, selected by the people, and a Dimensional Jockey, selected by the people and approved by the Waltzes themselves. The DJ is the voice of the The Band, and in many ways he serves as nothing more than a figurehead. Regardless, he or she acts as the face of the law, and must be well received by the people of the Wasteland.
Today, the hands of The Band spreads to nearly eighty percent of the Wasteland. Their laws help to govern the extensive lands that are the Wastes. A few of their more prominent laws are integral to maintaining stability within the Dimensional Wastes and those are: 1) Inhabitants of more advanced Dimensions must not meddle in the affairs of underdeveloped dimensions. 2) Any governments formed within a Dimension must ultimately answer to The Band 3) The Band must not be challenged by any being within the Wastes.
Now, of course The Band isn’t without its own muscle. Not only do they possess an army known as the Symphony, but the DJ himself possesses powers reminiscent of the great Emcee of legend. So…it goes without saying thou shall not fuck with The Band.
Well, that about covers what you need to know about the Wasteland. Of course there are numerous folk tales, legends, and tales to be told…but that’s what this little journey is for—right? Right.
Welcome back Wasters! It’s DJ Demetri Maverick here yet again and this time I’m here to tell you how our contestants will play this glorious game. Now, the name of the game here is to ‘Change Your Reality’. And that is exactly what I’ll be awarding points on: how much our players influence the world around them. Likewise, I will be deducting points for acts of cowardice or lack of impact within the Wasteland.
The players start out with a total of 10000 points. If a player's point count hits zero at anytime they will be disqualified* from the game. The game ends after one full dimensional rotation. The winner will be the player with the most points at the end of the game. If you win, take pride in knowing that you shaped reality itself into your image and receive one limitless wish! If you lose well...we'll save that for later...
It should be said that there are other ways to gain points aside from the ones listed here. Go out there and shape your reality!
*Disqualification = Death
The PiNG is a revolutionary device crafted by the finest brains the Wasteland has to offer. It stands for 'Portable Immense Nexus Gear', and it's the perfect sidekick for a player of the Reality Hates You game. The PiNG is a handheld device that looks identical to a cellphone. It's touchscreen capable and has the storage capacity of nearly a dozen home computers. It also has the ability to allow inter-dimensional phone and video chats. Not only that, but the PiNG displays a log of other contestant's activity by the hour. The PiNG's most important feature however is its ability to connect a player to their personal Maestro: the granter of their desires.
As a player, the PiNG is your lifeline. Without it you have no access to your funds or your Maestro. Losing your PiNG is a first class ticket to disqualification--so watch out butterfingers! Please note that each PiNG is locked by fingerprint recognition, so stealing another player's to access their funds is a pointless endeavor.
*There seem to be several features of the PiNG system that cannot be accessed from the start...
Players in Reality Hates You have access to a Maestro via their PiNG. The Maestro is an aide of the Dimensional Jockey and as such has a near limitless hand in the affairs of the Wasteland. They are an infinitely valuable ally to the Player. It is the Maestro's duty to make whatever their Player's desire a reality--under two very strict conditions:
1) The request of the player can be fulfilled using currency only. Meaning The Maestro cannot control use mind control or other magics.
2) The Maestro cannot kill.
It is recommended that the Player forge a healthy relationship with their Maestro.
The stew is a vast land. Have I used that line already? Well. Whatever. It's time to get to the meat and veggies my friend. Now, while there are a limitless number of Dimensions within the wastes, we're going to stick to the few marked as 'Places of Interest' in the PiNG. You should note that this list is always in progress, and ever growing. Just like the Wasteland herself.
A land inhabited primarily by massive, majestic Colossi. The lands of Gigas are dying, and the few humaniods living in the world are dying of left and right. It is unknown if the Colossi have any type of governing structure, but the humanoids living in Gigas organize themselves in tribes. Despite the massive inhabitants Gigas is marked as an Underdeveloped Dimension.
I N H A B I T A N T S
Humanoids
Gigas
O T H E R
Mundane flora & fauna
Massive Flora
+ The Gigas are docile, unless threatened. The dying world appears to have no effect on them, suggesting that they use other means to feed than the local flora and fauna.
+ The local tribes have grown extremely hostile as of late. Wars have broken out between the tribes over what little food is left. Desperation has set in.
[SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS! *fanboy squeal*]
A Dimension where free thought, individuality, and even color is monopolized. On the surface it resembles a reality similar to a black and white version of Eden's medieval period. However, further analyzing of the ruling class' facilities have revealed a level of tech on par with modern Band-Sanctioned tech, saving the Dimension from Underdeveloped status.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humans
O T H E R
+ The newly crowned King of the royal family Rose has been missing for two full dimensional cycles. The missing King has left a power vacuum in his wake with no heirs or siblings. The royal family has never been in more chaos.
+ To all except the royal family, the world is seen in black and white.
+ The Dimension’s native magic is called ‘Imagination’. Members of the royal family have the ability to create and manipulate matter. The logistics of the technique are still hazy to even The Band.
[Steam Boat Willie + Swords & Magic + Star Wars & King Arthur]
Essentially the only fragment of Eden that has retained its former glory. It is a calm place with the best technology The Band has to offer. It is also one of the original three Dimensions involved in the creation of The Band of Three. It is identical in every way shape and form to coastal areas of Eden thus it has become somewhat of a holy ground.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humanoids [Humans, Demons, Beasts, Anything in-between]
+ Sentient Mecha
O T H E R
+ Eden is a theocracy, headed by Primarch Isabella a young, charismatic leader with ties to the Emcee himself. She has been known to butt heads with The Band on a number of occasions.
+ Eden is a tropical dimension made up of dozens of smaller islands, making travel by land obsolete.
+ Eden has voiced it's disapproval of Reality Hates You without shame. Players should be cautioned if they enter this Dimension.
[Cancun gone sci-fy. Meets the Pope and Friends.]
A cluster of thirteen Dimensions that shirk Band rule. Though lawless in nearly every sense of the word, they came together twenty cycles ago to fend off The Symphony. A non aggression treaty has been formed between The West End and The Band to prevent outbreak of further war. The cluster is made up of mostly advanced Dimensions with the exception of a few underdeveloped ones.
I H A B I T A N T S
+ Too varied to list
O T H E R
+ In the center of The West End is a 'Hub' Dimension known as The Cartel. On the surface it is a theme park world serving as a grand attraction to all far and wide throughout the Wasteland. Dig a bit deeper and you'll see that this Dimension is really the house of the force behind Omega: The Kid. Little is known about The Kid other than the fact that The Kid is credited with uniting The West End in its battle against The Band.
+ Tech within The West End is rumored to surpass the best Band Space has to offer.
[The Wild, Wild West!]
A veritable metropolis and the second Dimension involved in The Band Of Three's creation. It is believed to represent what would have been the 24th Century of Eden. The cities here exceed those seen in the wildest science fiction movies. This Dimension is the home of the Dimensional Development and Research Corporation so it is only natural that it be the most technologically advanced place in Band Space.
I H A B I T A N T S
+Humanoids, Sentient Mecha
O T H E R
+ Astral is bathed in eternal rain and overcast skies. The weather is supposedly a cause of the amount of environmentally harmful tech.
+ Those who are fired or attempt to quit the R&D Corp. are killed on site. The reasoning behind this is to prevent any information leaks.
[Shady science place]
A desert of silver sands. The dunes constantly ebb and flow as a result of the massive sand worms that dwell underneath. The population living here is made up of hard skinned humaniods and brave humans that do not fear the hellish days and icy nights. The people have organized themselves into guilds to thrive be them merchant based, tech based, or mercenary based. It's the one place other than The West End to go if you need something...under the table done.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humanoids
+ Massive fauna [Sand Worms, Behemoths, Diseased Avian]
O T H E R
+ Though outlandish and motley in look and make, the tech created on Anubis often rivals that of The Band's.
+ Cities in Anubis are comprised of tall skyscrapers that bellow out even taller plumes of black steam. Each city is linked by a Dimension-wide train system that flows every hour, on the hour.
+ Dig deep enough and you may find ancient catacombs filled with goodies from Eden's heyday.
+ Tensions among the guilds have been growing recently. It appears that one rather bloodthirsty guild is getting too big for its britches. It could be worth checking out.
[This place is RHY's little slice of steampunk XD]
A mysterious dimension resembling a compilation of several Eden 'suburbs'. The people dress and act identical to inhabitants of that time period. Studies have shown that citizens of Babylon show zero variation in their day to day actions. Everything down to the time they blink is identical to the day before. Their lack of sophisticated technology marks to Dimension as Underdeveloped. That said, The Band has ordered continued surveillance of Babylon and her people.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Pre-Wasteland Humans [No supernatural prowess to speak of]
+ Mundane fauna
O T H E R
+ The actions of the townsfolk seem to mirror those of old sitcom programs.
[It's like 80's programming...with a twist]
The third and final Dimension involved in The Band's creation, and the seat of the Waltzes themselves. Babel takes the shape of a massive cybernetic tower. The tower itself is sentient and ever changing; floor shift about, defenses can be switched on in an instant, and should Babel see the need to, it can change it's Dimensional location on a whim. It is without a doubt the ultimate fortress and in many ways can be dubbed a fourth Waltz.
I H A B I T A N T S
+ The Waltzes
+ Some Humanoid workers [lowly lizard-men]
+ Servant Mecha
O T H E R
+ Every month the location of Babel shifts. Too much time in one location can prove dangerous.
+ The public is never allowed in Babel. The Waltzes meet with you--not the other way around.
+Babel has 999 floors in total.
[Talking tower. It's like a more bad ass version of a skyscraper from Tron.]
A nightclub sitting right in the center of the Wasteland. It's an eternal party, and those who enter never want to leave. Demetri Maverick is the club's owner, his motto for the place is 'In the middle, we stay calm. We just drop bombs'. Charming really.
It's about half the size of Babel, and each floor plays a different genre of tunes. This is the place to be if you need to relax or if you need to see the DJ.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Species from all around the Wasteland come together here. Even a Gigas stomper or two...
O T H E R
+ The above line 'never want to leave' may not be that accurate. In actuality, most who enter The Calm never return. Spooky shit right?
[Shake your grove thang baby.]
*remember this list is still in process
There are two ways to travel the Wasteland. Well, two ways that work at least.
1) Get your hands on a vehicle capable of breaching a Rift.
2) Become the DJ and make your own personal Rifts.
Since you won't be becoming the DJ anytime soon, you'll have to get your grubby little hands on a vehicle fit for traveling through Dimensional Space. This is one trial you'll have to face without your Maestro--it would be way too easy if that wasn't the case right? Any vehicle, car, ship, giant robot, whatever, can be outfitted with the warp tech that permits travel through rifts, the trick is finding one.
Happy hunting my friends.
In Reality Hates You, there's really no limit to what kind of character you can create. I really want people to get creative here so i'm placing very few limitations on what your character can be and do. Alien? No problem. Baby Jesus? No problem. A Manbearpig? No freakin' problem. Gentlemen you may have at it.
For your copy & pasting needs...
As the story begins you find yourself on the stage of what looks to be some odd game show. A strange device in hand, and a numbered tattoo on your body. Your previously life holds little importance now because you are quickly thrown into the role of Player. You must change reality itself with your actions or be erased from it for maintaining the status quo.
Better gain some individuality because only the extraordinary survive on Reality. Hates. YOUUUUUUU!
“Helloooo Dimensional Wasteland! It’s your friendly neighborhood DJ, that is, Dimensional Jockey, Demetri Maverick, and it’s time for the premier episode of…” He suddenly began to levitate off of the ground, whimsically turning in the air, “Reality. Hates. YOU!” The studio’s audience broke into thunderous cheers as the show’s title popped up on TV screen everywhere.
“And now a word from our sponsors!”
Now sitting in a ritzy looking black leather chair, the DJ waved to the returning audience. “Welcome back! If you’re just tuning in, this is the brand new hit Omniversal Game show; Reality Hates You! I’m your host, DJ Demetri Maverick. Now, without further adieu let’s kick things off—“ He held a finger up as if to stop himself, “But first, you must be asking yourself… ‘Demetri, just what is Reality Hates You’?” The lanky man laughed cheesily, “Well, I’ll tell you! It’s a little game I decided to concoct one booze filled night. You take one hundred denizens of the Wasteland, trillions of credits, the lives of many, mix them together, add confusion and a pinch of potential heroism and villainy and viola! You’ve got the sickest reality program since Omniversal Idol!” He threw his arms out and waved them about in a grand, extravagant manner to garner excitement. The crowd followed suit and hollered in excitement. The Dimensional Jockey aided by some sort of unseen wind glided out of his seat and onto his feet. “Roll the clip Teddy!” On cue, the transmission on screen shifted to reveal clips of various men and women engaged in what looked like life threatening acts.
“I have personally chosen one hundred beings from different Dimensions across the Wasteland, who will be here shortly by the way. These hundred brave, or not so brave, souls will embark on a perilous journey with only one goal, accumulate the most points and change the Wasteland—whether it’s for better or worse.” Demetri returns to the screen now back in his chair with his legs crossed. “When our contestants arrive, I will bless them with a number of goodies to help them on their way. Among these goodies, the contestants will receive a whopping 10.2 million Dimensional Credits!” 10.2 Million flashed in giant neon lettering above him, prompting crowd excitement. As the crowd hushed, Demetri shifted in this chair. "With the 10.2 mil, our players will be granted access to their personal Maestro--who's duty is to grant whatever the player wishes. So long as it's within the boundaries of their credits." Demetri shrugged. “We’ll return with rules, point allocations, and the participants themselves after these commercial breaks!” The camera quickly panned across the whole audience and faded out to commercials…
The Dimensional Wasteland – The Stew Vs. Cake Theory
Ah the Dimensional Wasteland. An endless number of realities, times, and spaces held together by a number of complex gateways known as ‘Rifts’. Think of it as an ever-growing stew; all of the dimensions would be your beef, veggies, what have you, and the rifts holding them together would be the broth. The gateways keep branching and making new connections even as we speak so that broth is ‘endless’ flavor.
The Wasteland wasn’t always as it has been though. It’s been said that the stew used to be a cake. Don’t worry. I’ll explain.
Imagine a cake, most cakes have layers you know? The Wasteland, back when it was just a tyke was like a cake. You had the main layer, the center where most life thrived. And then above that, supernatural beings such as ghosts, demons and the like lingered. Every now and then, someone in that main layer would claim they saw a ‘paranormal being’, maybe a ghost or an alien. Even though people around them deemed them crazy or paranoid, the truth was they were actually right. You see, every now and then, the layers would fluctuate and brush against one another, causing their spaces to intertwine even for just a moment. Simple enough right?
Now…the bottom layer is where things get a little tricky. The bottom layer of our Dimensional Cake was nearly identical to the main layer, only…inversed. Ever take a picture and set it to negative? That’s exactly what this bottom layer was like. It was the parallel reality of the main layer. It’s said that something happened to merge the bottom and main layers of the cake, and boom! That’s when that delicious pastry crumbled. The two layers weren’t used to the change and shattered. Their times and spaces broke into multiple realities, scattered into a spiral like array.
The following is solely legend, but it’s the most plausible thing out there to explain why the Rifts connecting the now scattered Dimensions formed. Heads up, it’s here where the story gets good kids. A single force survived the destruction of the Original Wasteland [referred to by scientists and historians as Eden]. Some religions out in the wastes refer to this force as a man dubbed the Master of Ceremonies—or Emcee. Anyways, the Emcee possessed the power to mold and alter space, and while Eden was destroyed beyond repair, he decided to connect these new fragments of it so that life may grow and thrive once more.
After that the Emcee disappeared from the Wasteland. But it didn’t take time for life to teem about the wastes. The most advanced of the Dimensions came together to create a law making body known as ‘The Band of Three’ [dubbed so because there were three dimensions involved in the creation]. The Band was composed of three Waltzes, selected by the people, and a Dimensional Jockey, selected by the people and approved by the Waltzes themselves. The DJ is the voice of the The Band, and in many ways he serves as nothing more than a figurehead. Regardless, he or she acts as the face of the law, and must be well received by the people of the Wasteland.
Today, the hands of The Band spreads to nearly eighty percent of the Wasteland. Their laws help to govern the extensive lands that are the Wastes. A few of their more prominent laws are integral to maintaining stability within the Dimensional Wastes and those are: 1) Inhabitants of more advanced Dimensions must not meddle in the affairs of underdeveloped dimensions. 2) Any governments formed within a Dimension must ultimately answer to The Band 3) The Band must not be challenged by any being within the Wastes.
Now, of course The Band isn’t without its own muscle. Not only do they possess an army known as the Symphony, but the DJ himself possesses powers reminiscent of the great Emcee of legend. So…it goes without saying thou shall not fuck with The Band.
Well, that about covers what you need to know about the Wasteland. Of course there are numerous folk tales, legends, and tales to be told…but that’s what this little journey is for—right? Right.
Reality Hates You! How to earn [And Lose!] Points!
Welcome back Wasters! It’s DJ Demetri Maverick here yet again and this time I’m here to tell you how our contestants will play this glorious game. Now, the name of the game here is to ‘Change Your Reality’. And that is exactly what I’ll be awarding points on: how much our players influence the world around them. Likewise, I will be deducting points for acts of cowardice or lack of impact within the Wasteland.
How To Gain Points
How To Lose Points
- Code: Select all
[right]Starting a War – [color=#BF80FF]+8000 Points[/color]
Diffusing a War – [color=#BF80FF]+8000 Points[/color]
Becoming a major authority – [color=#BF80FF]+7000 Points[/color]
Significantly shifting the balance of power – [color=#BF80FF]+6000 Points[/color]
Stellar Kills – [color=#BF80FF]+3000 Points
[/color]
Impressive Acts of Heroism – [color=#BF80FF]+5000 Points[/color]
Disgusting Acts of Villainy – [color=#BF80FF]+5000 Points[/color]
Killing Another Player – [color=#BF80FF]+2000 (Per Kill)[/color][/right]
How To Lose Points
- Code: Select all
Extended Periods of Inactivity - [color=#BF80FF]-10000 Points[/color]
Running Out Of Credits -[color=#BF80FF] -5000 Points [/color]
Losing A Battle -[color=#BF80FF] -3000 Points[/color]
Forging An Alliance With Another Player - -1000 Points
Using extensive amounts of credits for personal gain [Shelter and food not counted] - -5000 Points
The players start out with a total of 10000 points. If a player's point count hits zero at anytime they will be disqualified* from the game. The game ends after one full dimensional rotation. The winner will be the player with the most points at the end of the game. If you win, take pride in knowing that you shaped reality itself into your image and receive one limitless wish! If you lose well...we'll save that for later...
It should be said that there are other ways to gain points aside from the ones listed here. Go out there and shape your reality!
*Disqualification = Death
The PiNG - HEY! Listen!
The PiNG is a revolutionary device crafted by the finest brains the Wasteland has to offer. It stands for 'Portable Immense Nexus Gear', and it's the perfect sidekick for a player of the Reality Hates You game. The PiNG is a handheld device that looks identical to a cellphone. It's touchscreen capable and has the storage capacity of nearly a dozen home computers. It also has the ability to allow inter-dimensional phone and video chats. Not only that, but the PiNG displays a log of other contestant's activity by the hour. The PiNG's most important feature however is its ability to connect a player to their personal Maestro: the granter of their desires.
As a player, the PiNG is your lifeline. Without it you have no access to your funds or your Maestro. Losing your PiNG is a first class ticket to disqualification--so watch out butterfingers! Please note that each PiNG is locked by fingerprint recognition, so stealing another player's to access their funds is a pointless endeavor.
*There seem to be several features of the PiNG system that cannot be accessed from the start...
The Maestro - Symphony in the key of 'Winning'
Players in Reality Hates You have access to a Maestro via their PiNG. The Maestro is an aide of the Dimensional Jockey and as such has a near limitless hand in the affairs of the Wasteland. They are an infinitely valuable ally to the Player. It is the Maestro's duty to make whatever their Player's desire a reality--under two very strict conditions:
1) The request of the player can be fulfilled using currency only. Meaning The Maestro cannot control use mind control or other magics.
2) The Maestro cannot kill.
It is recommended that the Player forge a healthy relationship with their Maestro.
The Dimensions - Go West Young Man
The stew is a vast land. Have I used that line already? Well. Whatever. It's time to get to the meat and veggies my friend. Now, while there are a limitless number of Dimensions within the wastes, we're going to stick to the few marked as 'Places of Interest' in the PiNG. You should note that this list is always in progress, and ever growing. Just like the Wasteland herself.
Gigas
A land inhabited primarily by massive, majestic Colossi. The lands of Gigas are dying, and the few humaniods living in the world are dying of left and right. It is unknown if the Colossi have any type of governing structure, but the humanoids living in Gigas organize themselves in tribes. Despite the massive inhabitants Gigas is marked as an Underdeveloped Dimension.
I N H A B I T A N T S
Humanoids
Gigas
O T H E R
Mundane flora & fauna
Massive Flora
+ The Gigas are docile, unless threatened. The dying world appears to have no effect on them, suggesting that they use other means to feed than the local flora and fauna.
+ The local tribes have grown extremely hostile as of late. Wars have broken out between the tribes over what little food is left. Desperation has set in.
[SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS! *fanboy squeal*]
Techni
A Dimension where free thought, individuality, and even color is monopolized. On the surface it resembles a reality similar to a black and white version of Eden's medieval period. However, further analyzing of the ruling class' facilities have revealed a level of tech on par with modern Band-Sanctioned tech, saving the Dimension from Underdeveloped status.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humans
O T H E R
+ The newly crowned King of the royal family Rose has been missing for two full dimensional cycles. The missing King has left a power vacuum in his wake with no heirs or siblings. The royal family has never been in more chaos.
+ To all except the royal family, the world is seen in black and white.
+ The Dimension’s native magic is called ‘Imagination’. Members of the royal family have the ability to create and manipulate matter. The logistics of the technique are still hazy to even The Band.
[Steam Boat Willie + Swords & Magic + Star Wars & King Arthur]
Eden Delta
Essentially the only fragment of Eden that has retained its former glory. It is a calm place with the best technology The Band has to offer. It is also one of the original three Dimensions involved in the creation of The Band of Three. It is identical in every way shape and form to coastal areas of Eden thus it has become somewhat of a holy ground.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humanoids [Humans, Demons, Beasts, Anything in-between]
+ Sentient Mecha
O T H E R
+ Eden is a theocracy, headed by Primarch Isabella a young, charismatic leader with ties to the Emcee himself. She has been known to butt heads with The Band on a number of occasions.
+ Eden is a tropical dimension made up of dozens of smaller islands, making travel by land obsolete.
+ Eden has voiced it's disapproval of Reality Hates You without shame. Players should be cautioned if they enter this Dimension.
[Cancun gone sci-fy. Meets the Pope and Friends.]
The Omega Cluster [AKA The West End]
A cluster of thirteen Dimensions that shirk Band rule. Though lawless in nearly every sense of the word, they came together twenty cycles ago to fend off The Symphony. A non aggression treaty has been formed between The West End and The Band to prevent outbreak of further war. The cluster is made up of mostly advanced Dimensions with the exception of a few underdeveloped ones.
I H A B I T A N T S
+ Too varied to list
O T H E R
+ In the center of The West End is a 'Hub' Dimension known as The Cartel. On the surface it is a theme park world serving as a grand attraction to all far and wide throughout the Wasteland. Dig a bit deeper and you'll see that this Dimension is really the house of the force behind Omega: The Kid. Little is known about The Kid other than the fact that The Kid is credited with uniting The West End in its battle against The Band.
+ Tech within The West End is rumored to surpass the best Band Space has to offer.
[The Wild, Wild West!]
Astral
A veritable metropolis and the second Dimension involved in The Band Of Three's creation. It is believed to represent what would have been the 24th Century of Eden. The cities here exceed those seen in the wildest science fiction movies. This Dimension is the home of the Dimensional Development and Research Corporation so it is only natural that it be the most technologically advanced place in Band Space.
I H A B I T A N T S
+Humanoids, Sentient Mecha
O T H E R
+ Astral is bathed in eternal rain and overcast skies. The weather is supposedly a cause of the amount of environmentally harmful tech.
+ Those who are fired or attempt to quit the R&D Corp. are killed on site. The reasoning behind this is to prevent any information leaks.
[Shady science place]
Anubis
A desert of silver sands. The dunes constantly ebb and flow as a result of the massive sand worms that dwell underneath. The population living here is made up of hard skinned humaniods and brave humans that do not fear the hellish days and icy nights. The people have organized themselves into guilds to thrive be them merchant based, tech based, or mercenary based. It's the one place other than The West End to go if you need something...under the table done.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Humanoids
+ Massive fauna [Sand Worms, Behemoths, Diseased Avian]
O T H E R
+ Though outlandish and motley in look and make, the tech created on Anubis often rivals that of The Band's.
+ Cities in Anubis are comprised of tall skyscrapers that bellow out even taller plumes of black steam. Each city is linked by a Dimension-wide train system that flows every hour, on the hour.
+ Dig deep enough and you may find ancient catacombs filled with goodies from Eden's heyday.
+ Tensions among the guilds have been growing recently. It appears that one rather bloodthirsty guild is getting too big for its britches. It could be worth checking out.
[This place is RHY's little slice of steampunk XD]
Babylon
A mysterious dimension resembling a compilation of several Eden 'suburbs'. The people dress and act identical to inhabitants of that time period. Studies have shown that citizens of Babylon show zero variation in their day to day actions. Everything down to the time they blink is identical to the day before. Their lack of sophisticated technology marks to Dimension as Underdeveloped. That said, The Band has ordered continued surveillance of Babylon and her people.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Pre-Wasteland Humans [No supernatural prowess to speak of]
+ Mundane fauna
O T H E R
+ The actions of the townsfolk seem to mirror those of old sitcom programs.
[It's like 80's programming...with a twist]
Babel
The third and final Dimension involved in The Band's creation, and the seat of the Waltzes themselves. Babel takes the shape of a massive cybernetic tower. The tower itself is sentient and ever changing; floor shift about, defenses can be switched on in an instant, and should Babel see the need to, it can change it's Dimensional location on a whim. It is without a doubt the ultimate fortress and in many ways can be dubbed a fourth Waltz.
I H A B I T A N T S
+ The Waltzes
+ Some Humanoid workers [lowly lizard-men]
+ Servant Mecha
O T H E R
+ Every month the location of Babel shifts. Too much time in one location can prove dangerous.
+ The public is never allowed in Babel. The Waltzes meet with you--not the other way around.
+Babel has 999 floors in total.
[Talking tower. It's like a more bad ass version of a skyscraper from Tron.]
The Calm
A nightclub sitting right in the center of the Wasteland. It's an eternal party, and those who enter never want to leave. Demetri Maverick is the club's owner, his motto for the place is 'In the middle, we stay calm. We just drop bombs'. Charming really.
It's about half the size of Babel, and each floor plays a different genre of tunes. This is the place to be if you need to relax or if you need to see the DJ.
I N H A B I T A N T S
+ Species from all around the Wasteland come together here. Even a Gigas stomper or two...
O T H E R
+ The above line 'never want to leave' may not be that accurate. In actuality, most who enter The Calm never return. Spooky shit right?
[Shake your grove thang baby.]
*remember this list is still in process
Traversing The Wastes! - A horse! A horse! My credits for a horse!
There are two ways to travel the Wasteland. Well, two ways that work at least.
1) Get your hands on a vehicle capable of breaching a Rift.
2) Become the DJ and make your own personal Rifts.
Since you won't be becoming the DJ anytime soon, you'll have to get your grubby little hands on a vehicle fit for traveling through Dimensional Space. This is one trial you'll have to face without your Maestro--it would be way too easy if that wasn't the case right? Any vehicle, car, ship, giant robot, whatever, can be outfitted with the warp tech that permits travel through rifts, the trick is finding one.
Happy hunting my friends.
The Character Sheet - You've got this...that...these...You're ready!
In Reality Hates You, there's really no limit to what kind of character you can create. I really want people to get creative here so i'm placing very few limitations on what your character can be and do. Alien? No problem. Baby Jesus? No problem. A Manbearpig? No freakin' problem. Gentlemen you may have at it.
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Name: [Bonus for something sweet]
Alias/Nickname: [Not needed]
Age: [Babies on the battlefield are A-OK]
Contestant Number: [Given upon character approval. This will be tattooed somewhere on your character.]
Race: [What the hell are you? Bonus for something badass]
Home Dimension: [This DOES NOT have to be on the list above. If it's your own creation be sure to give us a rundown of what it's like]
Appearance: [Picture is fine, but provide a paragraph description as well]
Personality: [Paragraph minimum. Swag yourself out, I want to know who YOU are. Make me interested]
Maestro: [Also given to you upon approval]
Weapon(s): [Not required...but if you have one by all means make something epic.]
Abilities: [Go wild. Only thing you can't have is like a world breaking spell. *cough* Ultima & Meteor*cough*]
Coup De Grace: [This is your finisher. Make it big, flashy, and powerful. Tell us what happens too, not just what it does]
History: [At least TWO paragraphs here. I want to know everythang about you baby.]
Other: [Likes? Dislikes? Themes? Fun facts? Put em' chere.]
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As the story begins you find yourself on the stage of what looks to be some odd game show. A strange device in hand, and a numbered tattoo on your body. Your previously life holds little importance now because you are quickly thrown into the role of Player. You must change reality itself with your actions or be erased from it for maintaining the status quo.
Better gain some individuality because only the extraordinary survive on Reality. Hates. YOUUUUUUU!
The Players
Saadiq Leonardo Marcel -DoubleOhSolo_
Revenant Frostbourne - SasoriRinku
Zak Darkmare - DoubleOhSolo_
Liam D'Angelou - Xiphoniii
Allyster Nightingale - DulceMori [M.I.A.]
Lichelle Everwynd - SasoriRinku
Nox Deschain - Noxize
Nysume Dragonbane - dzines
The Montesquieu Brothers - Ironman11
Jack Thompson - Crabnek
Bonnie & Clyde - Hells13
Revenant Frostbourne - SasoriRinku
Zak Darkmare - DoubleOhSolo_
Liam D'Angelou - Xiphoniii
Allyster Nightingale - DulceMori [M.I.A.]
Lichelle Everwynd - SasoriRinku
Nox Deschain - Noxize
Nysume Dragonbane - dzines
The Montesquieu Brothers - Ironman11
Jack Thompson - Crabnek
Bonnie & Clyde - Hells13
Taking place in...
The Dimensional Wasteland our primary setting
The delicious stew you're out to mix up.
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He sat in his dressing room backstage, getting ready for the second half of his big presentation: Reality Hates You. Decked out in a gray tuxedo crafted by the finest fairy attendants money could buy, and a pair of white loafers, built from the skin of bull-men in their prime. The cologne the man wore was a mixture of pheromones collected from a number of animals indigenous to a particularly primitive Underdeveloped Dimension that needless to say, mixed together to create quite the intoxicating aroma. From the golden eyes, down to the graceful and flared walk, everything about the man indicated his power and importance.
This man was Demetri Maverick. The Dimensional Jockey himself. A gorgeous and voluptuous pale woman, with curved horns like a goat and a blindfold over her eyes stood in the corner of his room singing a charming and skillful piece. This woman, Belladonna was called in on his request. She was a premier performer who has been praised as one of the most talented voices of our time. The DJ ordered her schedule to be cleared in order for her to accompany him everywhere he went for the next three cycles. The sum of credits required for such a request was enormous, but he paid his dues to her agency without care.
Tiny faeries buzzed about him, dusting his shoulders, fixing his collar, and making sure his dreadlocks were neat. Twinkling flecks of varying colors danced about the man, but despite the beauty of the faeries’ trails his expression reeked of agony and boredom.
“Hey you--” The trio of faeries stopped in their tracks, “Yeah, ahh…sparkly.” The tiny things exchange confused glances with one another, “Ahh…err. The middle one,” She gulped, “I asked for a pink lemonade damn near ten seconds ago. The hell is it at?” Beads of sweat began to form on the center fairy’s dome. Despite his attention being focused on his nails, and the dirt he was picking from underneath them, the being still felt Demetri’s icy gaze burning a hole through her chest. “The break is over in five more minutes. I better have a lemonade in my hands before then—“ Before he could even finish, a cloud of green sparkles was all that remained of the fairy. “And don’t forget I need TWO ice cubes. I hate odd numbers, and four’s too many!” He sighed and grinned.
“Welp,” The DJ shooed the remaining supernatural servants away, “Let’s go greet the last of our Heroes shall we?” Just as Demetri stood up out of his seat, the fairy returned heaving his tall cup of lemonade. The weight of the glass was massive for her small stature and as a result she was sinking further and further towards the floor. Just before she crashed he grabbed her by the space in between her wings and sighed. “Sheesh. Don’t kill yourself kid. I’m not trying to get sued here you know?” He remarked before he plucked the cup from her tiny hands, “And thanks for the drink by the way.” Just as he went to sip it, he glanced into the pink stuff and noted three clear, cube-like abominations. With a pained groan he took a quick sip, and tossed the rest aside, the glass shattering into hundreds of irreparable pieces. “I hate odd numbers.” The DJ said. And just like that, he disappeared into utter nothingness.
“And heeeeeeereeeeeeeeee’s Demetri!”
A blue door appeared in the middle of the massive stage. Slowly, the brass knob twisted. It creaked open, letting just the faintest makings of a tall shadow, accompanied by blinding blue light peek through. One white loafered foot, and then another. And suddenly there was Demetri. With his entire body out on stage, the doors slammed shut and disappeared from sight.
“Hello again Wasteland! It’s me, your resident molder of the void! Welcome back to…” With a cheesy, overdone grin he pointed towards the crowd.
“Reality! Hates! YOUUU!” The people went wild in the stands. Men and women of all races, drawn from every place you could think of within the Wasteland. Goat-men, Lizard-women, the living dead. Humans, demons, gelatinous blobs. They were all in attendance, and then some. It seemed as if a few souls’ struggle against reality itself was an endearing thing to watch for many of the beings out in the Wasteland.
“That’s right! Before our break, I told you the final batch of our contestants were on their way to our studio right now…and here they are!” With a flick of his wrist, several blue doors, all of them identical to the one he had just entered from appeared in a single wisp of gray smoke. “These one’s right here are particularly strange, if I do say so myself!” Figures of varying shapes and sizes stepped through. Hulking steel behemoths, womanly silhouettes, wispy black specters. They all were now on the grand stage.
The Game
Zak Darkmare and Saadiq Marcel were among those contestants. The man with the Demon Eye placed both feet on the stage with an awed gaze. So many flashing lights and camera. All eyes were on him and his fellow contestants. The eerie design on the stage floor, a black and white target, with chalk outlines of contorted bodies, made him grimace. Ol 8-Bit rubbed his neck and let out an awkward laugh.
“Let’s hear it for our Players!” A thunderous applause rattled the room.
“Said you wanted to play the game. Don’t be scared now…” Saadiq muttered to himself. He looked forward to see the DJ, sitting in a leather chair in the center of the stage. That’s him huh? Looks even thinner in person.
Zak on the other hand let out an impressed whistle. Demetri Maverick had put together quite the little display. It almost made you forget that he was opening up the door to the potential genocide of a number of Dimensions. He licked his lips as he quietly relished the thought of such bloody and delicious endeavors. Moving on, he scanned his competition. This was just a small fraction of them—figures. You couldn’t possibly fit 100 bodies on this stage.
T-Minus Showtime, and Zak couldn't wait to get shit started.
"Well then...let's get things underway shall we?"
This man was Demetri Maverick. The Dimensional Jockey himself. A gorgeous and voluptuous pale woman, with curved horns like a goat and a blindfold over her eyes stood in the corner of his room singing a charming and skillful piece. This woman, Belladonna was called in on his request. She was a premier performer who has been praised as one of the most talented voices of our time. The DJ ordered her schedule to be cleared in order for her to accompany him everywhere he went for the next three cycles. The sum of credits required for such a request was enormous, but he paid his dues to her agency without care.
Tiny faeries buzzed about him, dusting his shoulders, fixing his collar, and making sure his dreadlocks were neat. Twinkling flecks of varying colors danced about the man, but despite the beauty of the faeries’ trails his expression reeked of agony and boredom.
“Hey you--” The trio of faeries stopped in their tracks, “Yeah, ahh…sparkly.” The tiny things exchange confused glances with one another, “Ahh…err. The middle one,” She gulped, “I asked for a pink lemonade damn near ten seconds ago. The hell is it at?” Beads of sweat began to form on the center fairy’s dome. Despite his attention being focused on his nails, and the dirt he was picking from underneath them, the being still felt Demetri’s icy gaze burning a hole through her chest. “The break is over in five more minutes. I better have a lemonade in my hands before then—“ Before he could even finish, a cloud of green sparkles was all that remained of the fairy. “And don’t forget I need TWO ice cubes. I hate odd numbers, and four’s too many!” He sighed and grinned.
“Welp,” The DJ shooed the remaining supernatural servants away, “Let’s go greet the last of our Heroes shall we?” Just as Demetri stood up out of his seat, the fairy returned heaving his tall cup of lemonade. The weight of the glass was massive for her small stature and as a result she was sinking further and further towards the floor. Just before she crashed he grabbed her by the space in between her wings and sighed. “Sheesh. Don’t kill yourself kid. I’m not trying to get sued here you know?” He remarked before he plucked the cup from her tiny hands, “And thanks for the drink by the way.” Just as he went to sip it, he glanced into the pink stuff and noted three clear, cube-like abominations. With a pained groan he took a quick sip, and tossed the rest aside, the glass shattering into hundreds of irreparable pieces. “I hate odd numbers.” The DJ said. And just like that, he disappeared into utter nothingness.
“And heeeeeeereeeeeeeeee’s Demetri!”
A blue door appeared in the middle of the massive stage. Slowly, the brass knob twisted. It creaked open, letting just the faintest makings of a tall shadow, accompanied by blinding blue light peek through. One white loafered foot, and then another. And suddenly there was Demetri. With his entire body out on stage, the doors slammed shut and disappeared from sight.
“Hello again Wasteland! It’s me, your resident molder of the void! Welcome back to…” With a cheesy, overdone grin he pointed towards the crowd.
“Reality! Hates! YOUUU!” The people went wild in the stands. Men and women of all races, drawn from every place you could think of within the Wasteland. Goat-men, Lizard-women, the living dead. Humans, demons, gelatinous blobs. They were all in attendance, and then some. It seemed as if a few souls’ struggle against reality itself was an endearing thing to watch for many of the beings out in the Wasteland.
“That’s right! Before our break, I told you the final batch of our contestants were on their way to our studio right now…and here they are!” With a flick of his wrist, several blue doors, all of them identical to the one he had just entered from appeared in a single wisp of gray smoke. “These one’s right here are particularly strange, if I do say so myself!” Figures of varying shapes and sizes stepped through. Hulking steel behemoths, womanly silhouettes, wispy black specters. They all were now on the grand stage.
The Game
Zak Darkmare and Saadiq Marcel were among those contestants. The man with the Demon Eye placed both feet on the stage with an awed gaze. So many flashing lights and camera. All eyes were on him and his fellow contestants. The eerie design on the stage floor, a black and white target, with chalk outlines of contorted bodies, made him grimace. Ol 8-Bit rubbed his neck and let out an awkward laugh.
“Let’s hear it for our Players!” A thunderous applause rattled the room.
“Said you wanted to play the game. Don’t be scared now…” Saadiq muttered to himself. He looked forward to see the DJ, sitting in a leather chair in the center of the stage. That’s him huh? Looks even thinner in person.
Zak on the other hand let out an impressed whistle. Demetri Maverick had put together quite the little display. It almost made you forget that he was opening up the door to the potential genocide of a number of Dimensions. He licked his lips as he quietly relished the thought of such bloody and delicious endeavors. Moving on, he scanned his competition. This was just a small fraction of them—figures. You couldn’t possibly fit 100 bodies on this stage.
T-Minus Showtime, and Zak couldn't wait to get shit started.
"Well then...let's get things underway shall we?"
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Revenant and Lichelle
After standing in the dark for so long, the sudden burst of noise and light that came through the now open door startled Revenant and Lichelle. He tensed, the muscles in his arms tightening with some untold emotion, as his heart began to race (or as much as the frozen organ could). She gasped lightly, a common act that she did when she was surprised, and stared owlishly at the doorway. For two heartbeats, they just stared at the opening, steeling themselves for what was to come. After the last beat, Rev shook his head lightly to clear his apprehension, and then stepped out onto the stage dragging Lich with him. They took several steps forward, coming to stand with all of the other contestants gathered around them. Once again, the sheer volume of noise and light struck them; it was never this charged wherever the two of them went, so this situation was alien for the two undead.
Revenant stood stock-still, obviously nervous but determined. He stared out at the audience, his attention barely registering on any individual in the mass of people. All of the bodies in the crowd had blended together, becoming one giant, black mass that shook and shivered with its exclamations. Its entire attention was on the stage, and the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes was having a paralytic effect on the male Wraith.
Lichelle wasn't doing much better, but she was handling the situation quite differently than Rev. He was stunned by the attention, she was shaken by it. It seemed as though she couldn't stay still, and she kept swaying back and forth gently on her feet from her position. She had taken a defensive stance just behind Rev's right shoulder, hiding most of her body behind half of his. Her left arm was wrapped through his, loosely coming full circle to grab the back of his forearm, and her right hand was pressed lightly to his bicep to stop it from shaking. Her head peered at the crowd from around Rev's shoulder, causing her to see them with a slight tilt.
After having waiting a few minutes for the crowd to have its fill of cheering, the DJ had continued on. He officially presented the contestants to the crowd, the act stoking the crowd as if it was a flame. If the noise had been startling before, it had become deafening. The audience was sizing each of the contestants up, and they were sizing each other up. Rev turned his eyes to the left and right, intrigued by the varied kinds of people that stood beside him. If the DJ had succeeded on anything, it was gathering the most unique people he could find.
Rev realized that he was feeling rather uncomfortable. Both the warmth from all the bodies in the room and the heat that the bright lights were generating were warming the room considerably, especially on the stage. Sweat was trickling down the Wraiths' skin, and Lich was beginning to pant. Heat was terribly uncomfortable for Wraiths, and although it is more difficult for one to become overheated, doing so can prove to be dangerous. Rev growled quietly when a drop of sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eye, causing him to squint. Deciding not to be docile for the cameras, Rev raised his free hand and pointed it outward, letting the frosty magic inside him flare up. The temperature on the stage dropped by ten degrees, and the lights pointing directly towards Rev and Lich dimmed as a layer of opaque ice spread over their faces. Suddenly, the fog on the stage wasn't entirely artificial.
Lich visibly relaxed with the new wave of coolness, and her shoulders sagged as she sighed contentedly. She looked around at everyone shyly, already knowing that Rev's actions would have angered somebody. "You didn't have to do that, you know. You would have only had to have endured it for another few minutes." Her voice was little, and just as shy as darting eyes and clutching hands. Rev didn't answer her immediately, instead stretching to loosen up his muscles. He rolled his neck, feeling and hearing the inhumanly stiff bones crack.
He reached over with his free hand again and patter hers, a gently motion of pacification. Now that his comfort had come back with the drop in temperature, his confidence had as well. None of his earlier apprehension remained in his voice, so now all that was left was his bored indifference. "I did it mostly for you; you were panting back there like a heat stroked dog.-" She huffed angrily at the comparison. "-Besides, it's not my fault the accommodations here are terrible. Honestly, you'd think that they'd know that hot stages and Wraiths don't mix very well..."
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T-M-P-0 Unit #45 was excited. He was always excited, though, so this wasn't out of the ordinary. He didn't so much walk onstage as take a flying leap, landing on both feet with a resounding clang. The android stood in place, hands rapidly opening and closing, head bobbing frantically. A metal foot tapped out an erratic beat on the stage floor. Faint traces of various songs could barely be heard from his various speakers.
"comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!'
Temp muttered to himself. He really wished the DJ would stop talking and get this show on the road. Or, at least, talk louder. That would've been great. He glanced at Saadiq, Zak, Revenant, and Lichelle. They looked like nice people. He couldn't wait to introduce himself.
This was going to be so. Much. Fun.
"comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!'
Temp muttered to himself. He really wished the DJ would stop talking and get this show on the road. Or, at least, talk louder. That would've been great. He glanced at Saadiq, Zak, Revenant, and Lichelle. They looked like nice people. He couldn't wait to introduce himself.
This was going to be so. Much. Fun.
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Demetri was visibly amused by Revenant's display. Smiling genuinely he clapped wildly to show his approval.
"Well then, on that note. Here's the deal. You've already heard the rules. So we'll skip right to the end bit. Go ahead, check your pockets, skin flaps, storage compartments. Whatever." Saadiq did as instructed, and to his surprise, there was what looked like a green touch screen cell phone. Spelled out across the screen in a flashing LED display were the letters 'RHY!'. The ex-guildsman tapped his index finger against surface. The display rippled like water, giving way to a main menu with a duo of functions: Maestro and RHY Network. “Look! But don’t touch! Not yet anyway. You already know about the Maestro function. Once you drop down in your new Dimension, phone em’ in via a secure video or phone channel. Play nice with em’ now. But my real business right now is to explain the RHY Network to you fine folks.” Demetri looked at the contestants, who were all busy looking at their new PiNGs.
“The RHY Network is the revolutionary infrastructure that connects each and every single one of you 100 reality deifiers. In your Network you will find an extensive database on known Dimensions, internet capabilities, and most importantly, a log of Player activity. This log is broken down in sections that correspond to Player Number. It updates hourly, and lets you know exactly what other Players are up to. Say…Nysume here,” He pointed to the hybrid girl, “Engaged herself in a meeting with some local government officials. Check her log and lo and behold it will say ‘Engaged In Meeting With Insert Name Of Officials Here’. Of course, you’ll have to know her Player Number.” The DJ laughed and shrugged. “Keep in mind that when someone’s number blacks out from the list, they have died. This is an effective way to keep track of your competition, so use it wisely.” He coolly ran a hand through his locks. Golden eyes intently analyzed the expressions of the contestants around him as he heaved himself out of his chair.
Demetri couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had a very good feeling about this batch of Players. “Now that that is out the way…it’s time to send you poor saps out into the Wasteland. Annnnd since as of now none of you have any vehicles, I have selected your starting Dimension for you! Teddy, please lower the screen.” Maybe they could actually do it. Was there someone in this group that could really, truly manage to change the Wasteland? The DJ sincerely hoped so. He snapped his fingers, and like magic, a theater sized screen dropped down from behind him. Images began to play on the thing. Images of a vast and dying land. Decaying forests, plains of brown and gray, black lakes, and charcoal skies. One image of a massive armored imp-like thing was displayed, and nearly everyone in the room knew what was up.
“That’s right contestants. You’re first Dimension will be Gigasssss! The realm of giants and the people who revere those giants as Gods. It is a dying land, with only so many cycles left to live. Her people are broken and desperate. Waiting for change to be sent their way. Can you restore hope to this world? Or will you instead seal the casket on it? It’s up to you folks!” Demetri sure knew how to work a crowd. That passage alone threw the audience to bedlam. “Simmer down folks simmer down. Sheesh!” Cheesy laughter ensued. With a flick of the wrist, he conjured of yet another blue door. It rose from the floor beneath them and appeared beside him. “Step on through the door and take your first steps towards bringing change to the Wastes. Don’t worry, once a considerable amount of change has been done to Gigas, I’ll bring you back here—since I doubt you’ll find a vehicle capable of traveling the void there.” The doorway swung open. Blue light and thick white smoke poured on out.
Zak licked his lips. Ahh, finally! It was starting!
“So, Maverick! I can do anything I please out there right?” The Rifter [Think Pirate…of the Void] cooed. Demetri rose a brow at the question, but smirked as he delivered his answer.
“That’s right Zak. Slaughter Gigas’ people, enslave them, or attempt to save them. Or even do something completely different. It’s a sandbox kid.” Zak already had one foot through the door before the dreadlocked man could finish.
“Though this be madness there is indeed method in it!” Was what he yelled before he disappeared beyond the door. Saadiq watched in awe as Zak just barreled through the thing without any sort of thought.
“Damn. That is one fearless cat.” The fellow shook his head before he threw his hands in his pockets. “So, who’s next? I like to bring up the rear myself…less of a rush that way. You know?” Saadiq asked, rather awkwardly. Nerved violet eyes darted from contestant to contestant.
Sheesh
"Well then, on that note. Here's the deal. You've already heard the rules. So we'll skip right to the end bit. Go ahead, check your pockets, skin flaps, storage compartments. Whatever." Saadiq did as instructed, and to his surprise, there was what looked like a green touch screen cell phone. Spelled out across the screen in a flashing LED display were the letters 'RHY!'. The ex-guildsman tapped his index finger against surface. The display rippled like water, giving way to a main menu with a duo of functions: Maestro and RHY Network. “Look! But don’t touch! Not yet anyway. You already know about the Maestro function. Once you drop down in your new Dimension, phone em’ in via a secure video or phone channel. Play nice with em’ now. But my real business right now is to explain the RHY Network to you fine folks.” Demetri looked at the contestants, who were all busy looking at their new PiNGs.
“The RHY Network is the revolutionary infrastructure that connects each and every single one of you 100 reality deifiers. In your Network you will find an extensive database on known Dimensions, internet capabilities, and most importantly, a log of Player activity. This log is broken down in sections that correspond to Player Number. It updates hourly, and lets you know exactly what other Players are up to. Say…Nysume here,” He pointed to the hybrid girl, “Engaged herself in a meeting with some local government officials. Check her log and lo and behold it will say ‘Engaged In Meeting With Insert Name Of Officials Here’. Of course, you’ll have to know her Player Number.” The DJ laughed and shrugged. “Keep in mind that when someone’s number blacks out from the list, they have died. This is an effective way to keep track of your competition, so use it wisely.” He coolly ran a hand through his locks. Golden eyes intently analyzed the expressions of the contestants around him as he heaved himself out of his chair.
Demetri couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had a very good feeling about this batch of Players. “Now that that is out the way…it’s time to send you poor saps out into the Wasteland. Annnnd since as of now none of you have any vehicles, I have selected your starting Dimension for you! Teddy, please lower the screen.” Maybe they could actually do it. Was there someone in this group that could really, truly manage to change the Wasteland? The DJ sincerely hoped so. He snapped his fingers, and like magic, a theater sized screen dropped down from behind him. Images began to play on the thing. Images of a vast and dying land. Decaying forests, plains of brown and gray, black lakes, and charcoal skies. One image of a massive armored imp-like thing was displayed, and nearly everyone in the room knew what was up.
“That’s right contestants. You’re first Dimension will be Gigasssss! The realm of giants and the people who revere those giants as Gods. It is a dying land, with only so many cycles left to live. Her people are broken and desperate. Waiting for change to be sent their way. Can you restore hope to this world? Or will you instead seal the casket on it? It’s up to you folks!” Demetri sure knew how to work a crowd. That passage alone threw the audience to bedlam. “Simmer down folks simmer down. Sheesh!” Cheesy laughter ensued. With a flick of the wrist, he conjured of yet another blue door. It rose from the floor beneath them and appeared beside him. “Step on through the door and take your first steps towards bringing change to the Wastes. Don’t worry, once a considerable amount of change has been done to Gigas, I’ll bring you back here—since I doubt you’ll find a vehicle capable of traveling the void there.” The doorway swung open. Blue light and thick white smoke poured on out.
Zak licked his lips. Ahh, finally! It was starting!
“So, Maverick! I can do anything I please out there right?” The Rifter [Think Pirate…of the Void] cooed. Demetri rose a brow at the question, but smirked as he delivered his answer.
“That’s right Zak. Slaughter Gigas’ people, enslave them, or attempt to save them. Or even do something completely different. It’s a sandbox kid.” Zak already had one foot through the door before the dreadlocked man could finish.
“Though this be madness there is indeed method in it!” Was what he yelled before he disappeared beyond the door. Saadiq watched in awe as Zak just barreled through the thing without any sort of thought.
“Damn. That is one fearless cat.” The fellow shook his head before he threw his hands in his pockets. “So, who’s next? I like to bring up the rear myself…less of a rush that way. You know?” Saadiq asked, rather awkwardly. Nerved violet eyes darted from contestant to contestant.
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With several slow, heavy steps came the mechanical giant that went by the name Jack. Bright lights blinded his optics but with a few minor adjustments everything was soon clear again. Blaring yells and screams from the crowd, eh? It really was like a game show. Jack had thought that it was just a joke. Oh, this was great! He was gonna be on interdimensional television! Talk about easy popularity!
"Cool," Jack said quietly as he crossed his arms and looked around at his competition. Nothing too out of the ordinary but still definitely a bizarre and varied crowd. Then something special happened. Jack caught one of the contestants, part of a pair, it seemed, raising his hand and doing... something. Suddenly, Jack's optics caught a sudden drop in temperature somewhere in his peripheral vision. He turned his hulking frame and looked up. Lo and behold one of the studio lights had a freshly applied layer of ice over the lens!
Having never encountered magic users before and only having heard stories Jack was ecstatic to finally witness the real stuff in person. That was hardly what he needed to focus on, though. Looking back at the wild DJ Jack observed the chaotic play go along, taking note on a virtual notepad as the man went on.
"...we'll skip right to the end bit. Go ahead, check your pockets, skin flaps, storage compartments. Whatever."
Jack checked the first pocket in his padding as instructed and was surprised to find a strange little device there. Jack carefully tapped the screen with a sharp metal finger and mentally smirked at the screen. The DJ explained things well enough. It was a link to his, uh, maester or something, and was also a way of keeping track of his opponents. Jack dropped it back in his pocket and nodded. This meant if he destroyed the device of another contestant he'd have a major advantage over them. Better keep that in mind!
"Alright. What's our first destination?" Jack thought, watching and waiting.
"Gigasssss! The realm of giants and the people who revere those giants as Gods."
Jack fist-pumped in excitement. Hell yes! A world of towering ancient beasts and tribal subhumans! What better place to make a splash? This competition wasn't only about facing your opponents but also making an influence in the world, correct? So establishing contact with those cave people would be one of the first priorities. That or one of the giants. Whichever came first.
Then, suddenly, yet another blue door appeared from seemingly nowhere. The starting point, no doubt!
“Step on through the door and take your first steps towards bringing change to the Wastes. Don’t worry, once a considerable amount of change has been done to Gigas, I’ll bring you back here—since I doubt you’ll find a vehicle capable of traveling the void there.”
Jack balled his hands up into fists and squirmed excitedly. Finally, his time to shine!
"I'll go!" Jack said, raising his hand childishly when the other contestant shied away from the door. He walked up calmly, struggling to contain his excitement, and leaned in the door a bit. "This is gonna be one hell of a tournament!" he exclaimed, turning to the goatee man. Jack backed up a few steps and gave the guy a thumbs up.
"See you on Gigas!" Then, with surprising agility (especially for a suit like that), Jack rushed forward and lept into the door, pulling his knees up and hugging them to his chest.
"CANNONBALL!"
And with that the metal man vanished through the door, barreling at top speed to whatever awaited him on the other side.
"Cool," Jack said quietly as he crossed his arms and looked around at his competition. Nothing too out of the ordinary but still definitely a bizarre and varied crowd. Then something special happened. Jack caught one of the contestants, part of a pair, it seemed, raising his hand and doing... something. Suddenly, Jack's optics caught a sudden drop in temperature somewhere in his peripheral vision. He turned his hulking frame and looked up. Lo and behold one of the studio lights had a freshly applied layer of ice over the lens!
Having never encountered magic users before and only having heard stories Jack was ecstatic to finally witness the real stuff in person. That was hardly what he needed to focus on, though. Looking back at the wild DJ Jack observed the chaotic play go along, taking note on a virtual notepad as the man went on.
"...we'll skip right to the end bit. Go ahead, check your pockets, skin flaps, storage compartments. Whatever."
Jack checked the first pocket in his padding as instructed and was surprised to find a strange little device there. Jack carefully tapped the screen with a sharp metal finger and mentally smirked at the screen. The DJ explained things well enough. It was a link to his, uh, maester or something, and was also a way of keeping track of his opponents. Jack dropped it back in his pocket and nodded. This meant if he destroyed the device of another contestant he'd have a major advantage over them. Better keep that in mind!
"Alright. What's our first destination?" Jack thought, watching and waiting.
"Gigasssss! The realm of giants and the people who revere those giants as Gods."
Jack fist-pumped in excitement. Hell yes! A world of towering ancient beasts and tribal subhumans! What better place to make a splash? This competition wasn't only about facing your opponents but also making an influence in the world, correct? So establishing contact with those cave people would be one of the first priorities. That or one of the giants. Whichever came first.
Then, suddenly, yet another blue door appeared from seemingly nowhere. The starting point, no doubt!
“Step on through the door and take your first steps towards bringing change to the Wastes. Don’t worry, once a considerable amount of change has been done to Gigas, I’ll bring you back here—since I doubt you’ll find a vehicle capable of traveling the void there.”
Jack balled his hands up into fists and squirmed excitedly. Finally, his time to shine!
"I'll go!" Jack said, raising his hand childishly when the other contestant shied away from the door. He walked up calmly, struggling to contain his excitement, and leaned in the door a bit. "This is gonna be one hell of a tournament!" he exclaimed, turning to the goatee man. Jack backed up a few steps and gave the guy a thumbs up.
"See you on Gigas!" Then, with surprising agility (especially for a suit like that), Jack rushed forward and lept into the door, pulling his knees up and hugging them to his chest.
"CANNONBALL!"
And with that the metal man vanished through the door, barreling at top speed to whatever awaited him on the other side.
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If there was anything that bothered the couple for so long it was nothing. Quite literally; nothing. It made them crazy or what some people might say "crazier."
Bonnie and Clyde stood in the dark, both tapped their shoes one after the other in anxious anger, puffing up their cheeks like they were holding their breath.
"Clyde." She said before letting all the air from her cheeks in a heavy sigh.
"What is it, Bonnie, my dear?" Clyde responded making sure she was still at his side.
"When are we going to gooo?" Bonnie whined as she leaned her head against her partner's shoulder.
Clyde just let his head drop on her's and stayed silent as his way of saying:
"Never, darling. Never."
When the doors finally opened up, the bright lights and cheering crowd, snapped the couple awake. Two seconds in and they sprinted through to the centre of the stage, cutting a line through the fog, left and right arm interwined as their eyes grew wide in amazement.
"Wow..." The both said in awe as they looked out to the crowd then with wide grins across their faces.
Of course by now they were waving wildly at all the strange...people...alien...things...goats...pigs...and they roared harder then before.
Though when the sudden chill came on stage, their teeth were chattering and they were pressed against each other, cheek on cheek. About to say something in objection when they were silenced by sound.
The sound of music. Irregular remixed funk, rock, cyber music but it's still music!
It was coming from the android and what it was would have intrigued them at first if they weren't already skillfully Lindy Hopping through the stage and through other contestants to the strange beats but were interrupted by the DJ himself.
When he mentioned to check their pockets, Clyde was the only one of the two that had pockets, considering Bonnie was wearing a bright red, but classy, dress. As he reached down into the pocket and pulled the cellphone shaped device out; the pair was awestruck by the object with the "Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" escaping them.
When they were about to poke at it their fingers froze as the DJ kept speaking.
“Look! But don’t touch!"
They instantly recoiled from the strange palm sized device and Clyde put it nervously back in his pocket.
Then the news of of the group going to the world of Gigas was in the air and Them Swing Kids started to jump up and down giggling like they suffered from some sort of mentality problem.
"We're going to Gigas! We're going to Gigas!"
They squeeled in pure glee and excitement, then their attentnion was diverted to the poor green glob contestant.
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The surface of the green blob was squishy and actually pretty fun to poke but it groaned a low noise in annoyance.
It still didn't stop Bonnie and Clyde who were far too busy to notice anything else.
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"RAGRAFAFFLER!" The blob shouted in anger and misery swallowing up their hands into it's body and started moving, (sliding more really) and dragged the couple through the floor and towards the strange blue portal.
"Weeeeee!!" They cooed as their bodies were dragged across the floor, matter of fact enjoying the so called "attack" from the blob creature, tripping a majority of the contestants that they plowed through unintentionally.
The blob, oh the poor blob, it just gave up. Just spat out both their arms, which were covered with a consistency similar to mucas, and went threw the portal in an effort to ditch them.
"Waaait! Come back!" Clyde shouted with an arm raised at the goop creature as it dissapeared through the door.
"I wanna go again!" Bonnie pouted like an child gone just off an amusement ride, eyes sad, and voice meek.
"No worries my dear! We will go chase after It!" Clyde had retorted, instantly lighting up Bonnie's eyes as she wrapped an arm around him when they walked to the portal.
" Oh Clyde, you are so smart!" was the second last thing the stage could hear from them.
The last thing was their light laughing as there bodies dissapeared; leaving the rest of the contestants to deal with what just happened.
Bonnie and Clyde stood in the dark, both tapped their shoes one after the other in anxious anger, puffing up their cheeks like they were holding their breath.
"Clyde." She said before letting all the air from her cheeks in a heavy sigh.
"What is it, Bonnie, my dear?" Clyde responded making sure she was still at his side.
"When are we going to gooo?" Bonnie whined as she leaned her head against her partner's shoulder.
Clyde just let his head drop on her's and stayed silent as his way of saying:
"Never, darling. Never."
When the doors finally opened up, the bright lights and cheering crowd, snapped the couple awake. Two seconds in and they sprinted through to the centre of the stage, cutting a line through the fog, left and right arm interwined as their eyes grew wide in amazement.
"Wow..." The both said in awe as they looked out to the crowd then with wide grins across their faces.
Of course by now they were waving wildly at all the strange...people...alien...things...goats...pigs...and they roared harder then before.
Though when the sudden chill came on stage, their teeth were chattering and they were pressed against each other, cheek on cheek. About to say something in objection when they were silenced by sound.
The sound of music. Irregular remixed funk, rock, cyber music but it's still music!
It was coming from the android and what it was would have intrigued them at first if they weren't already skillfully Lindy Hopping through the stage and through other contestants to the strange beats but were interrupted by the DJ himself.
When he mentioned to check their pockets, Clyde was the only one of the two that had pockets, considering Bonnie was wearing a bright red, but classy, dress. As he reached down into the pocket and pulled the cellphone shaped device out; the pair was awestruck by the object with the "Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" escaping them.
When they were about to poke at it their fingers froze as the DJ kept speaking.
“Look! But don’t touch!"
They instantly recoiled from the strange palm sized device and Clyde put it nervously back in his pocket.
Then the news of of the group going to the world of Gigas was in the air and Them Swing Kids started to jump up and down giggling like they suffered from some sort of mentality problem.
"We're going to Gigas! We're going to Gigas!"
They squeeled in pure glee and excitement, then their attentnion was diverted to the poor green glob contestant.
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The surface of the green blob was squishy and actually pretty fun to poke but it groaned a low noise in annoyance.
It still didn't stop Bonnie and Clyde who were far too busy to notice anything else.
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"RAGRAFAFFLER!" The blob shouted in anger and misery swallowing up their hands into it's body and started moving, (sliding more really) and dragged the couple through the floor and towards the strange blue portal.
"Weeeeee!!" They cooed as their bodies were dragged across the floor, matter of fact enjoying the so called "attack" from the blob creature, tripping a majority of the contestants that they plowed through unintentionally.
The blob, oh the poor blob, it just gave up. Just spat out both their arms, which were covered with a consistency similar to mucas, and went threw the portal in an effort to ditch them.
"Waaait! Come back!" Clyde shouted with an arm raised at the goop creature as it dissapeared through the door.
"I wanna go again!" Bonnie pouted like an child gone just off an amusement ride, eyes sad, and voice meek.
"No worries my dear! We will go chase after It!" Clyde had retorted, instantly lighting up Bonnie's eyes as she wrapped an arm around him when they walked to the portal.
" Oh Clyde, you are so smart!" was the second last thing the stage could hear from them.
The last thing was their light laughing as there bodies dissapeared; leaving the rest of the contestants to deal with what just happened.
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Apathy, that was the very first emotion the incredibly well dressed two men felt as they were inspecting the cheesy, tacky environment they were in. This did not of course prompt them not to fake a smile and do a couple of waves about for good PR though as they did the entire studio audience went kind of dead with murderous looks. Almario somewhat cheerful face went kinda bland in this wake of unpopularity and he motioned to speak something to the entire audience "Our father is in the Head of the '&D Human Resources Department..."
As if those were magic words, every human in the audience began to clammier and cheer if not out of desperation than anything else. The two twins merely grinned as if all was right with the world once more. The two spoke in their rather sophisticated southern drawl. "I'm suspecting that was a rather fine way in altering things my dear brother..." the other announced with a rather large grin. It was then when BOTH of their customized designer jackets became to vibrate uncontrollably. Both still young teens pulled out what appeared to be very beautiful slick hand held devices. As they opened them up, BOTH produced a rather enticing holographic effect, Edmund's taking the assembly of a text while Almario took the form a another young man looking up to him.
Almario was not please "Dang nabbit CHET! I thought I told y'all this was going to be a ONE TIME THING! I ain't prospecting to do that THING we did again in the salvage yards last Christmas it was SUPPOSED to be a publicity stunt for the press! Now stop trying to would make something outtative it! I AM ON INTERDIMENSIONAL TELEVISION FOR PETE'S SAKE! NO CHET THERE IS NOT ACTUALLY A 'PETE" IN THIS!" Somewhat hanging up disgruntled at a now sobbing holographic image his brother turned over at reading his text.
"Almario, Its Jane. Chet done dump her and she fixing to blame y'all for all that." Edmund protold as he fiddled with his holophone some more. Almario had a rather disgruntled look across his face "Y'all knowed I not entirely much surprised now. Those two, they two different flavors of crazy and obsessed..." he proposed as he pulled out a distinctive golden cigarette case "I'm suspecting that I am in desperate need of a fine relieving smoke." he proposed as he stick one in his mouth and light up without a care.
The two finally drew their attention outwards first to the assortment of contestants before them as several peg their individual interest. "Fat around the ankles." Edmund commented about Lichelle merely pointing it out from where he was. "He's far too blue for his own good and that shade of blonde has never been tasteful or appealing." Almario merely commented about Revenant fashion sense and hair color as though both were interchangeable. Both merely pause as they saw Jack Thompson fearless resistance figure "Twenty seven layers of stupidity." they both said in unison before their attention drew to contestants 22 both looking at the two up and down. "Oh! I diffidently fixing to tap that before the end of this whole thing..." Almario proposed to his brother motioning over to the two but not signifying WHICH of the two he was referring. Edmund paused somewhat taking a look himself again "We done do a little gentleman's wager on it then." he proposed "What would you think brother? 4 million credits or 5?" he proposed. The other twin merely thought for a moment taking a look back to contestants 22 "place me at eight... I am feeling very confident today." The twins merely grinned hi five each other and both began to text their associates that were sending messages all across the dimensional wastelands.
The two did not represent the rich of Astral, they represent the hopes and dreams of every rich spoiled kid in the dimensional waste land, every heir and heiress who was ever famous for being famous was riding their banner with the twins and the popularity had become so utterly large they had to have an official website with a 750,000 credit registration fee just to manage that kind of support.
The finally diverted their attention to the DJ after all was said and done who had talked for a brief while before hand and was just getting to a part where they should look at their pockets. Somewhat pulling out the nearby device both somewhat inspected them very keenly. "Well, I am prospecting that this will not be fully sufficient." One of the two proposed as he held the bland looking device with a few fingers. The other brother pulled out his holophone once more and scanned the device giving it a new coat of stylish paint of real liquid gold and a large 'M' insignia over it.
While the other did the same thing with his device the two inspected their location, the realm of Giggas and the two merely shared glances somewhat crossing their arms curiously as they allowed the pawns to shuffle out first in the danger. Through out this all the ORB had been stationed between the two, silently floating standing vigilant in their necessary defense.
MEANWHILE
The events of the show were being observed by all kind of devices, methods and audiences all around the dimensional waste lands. In the studio there was a very particular personal box owned by the R&D corporation that the DJ or the Band had little real knowledge of, mostly because it was specifically designed so that those extremely powerful entities could not listen in.
The inside of the box was a conference room facing a window which showed the studio bellow and at the edge of the Window stood a rather somber Asian businessman dressed in a very formal suit and tie over looking the proceedings without an emotion present. This man was known as Mr. Yee, he was the personal Secretary and legal aide to the Montesquieu Clan patriarch: Alexander Montesquieu and most importantly he was their family's 'cleaner' when a particular messy problem was afoot. His eyes were covered by thin lens and they shifted back to the council of rather shadowy figures in nice suits and dresses that were inspecting this scene.
All their voices were distorted as the council somewhat chatted among themselves "It is just as Alpha Computer predicted, the DJ has accepted the Montesquieu Twins as contestants for his reality altering show." A short obscured figure proposed in the eerie robotic tone.
Another figure somewhat turned to the one speaking as it brought its hands together "But of course, the Alpha Computer has never failed in its accuracy, it can predict things with one hundred percent accuracy due to the astronomical intelligence it was bestowed at the very begin... Our agents have finally been inserted into the Game if they realize it or not... Montesquieu will make certain that they remain at least til the semi-final round..." The other proposed "He has yet to fail with this matter of work."
The group took keen observation of the studio bellow once more "Their journey to Giggas has been accessed, we can take extremely grand advantage of this alteration... Do the twins have our instructions for that dimension?" Another figure asked. The second figure merely gestured to agree with it "Alexander Montesquieu will be acting as our middle man in our instructions, they will merely think it a means to secure their family's personal wealth and their inheritance. Alpha Computer has assured us they are the perfect pawns, unwitting and manipulative and yet so manipulable..." The group shifted their focus as the window somewhat revealed to be a screen that zoomed up on the duo.
"Stage Zero of our plan is finally complete... When it is over, there will be no DJ, nor a Band and all dimensions will be ours..."
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Revenants earlier assumption that his competition was a bunch of weirdoes was proven correct in the time he spent on the stage. They were all so different from each other, and so unique. There were two robots on the stage, but the two seemed to be polar opposites. A pair of male twins stood tall and proud, screwing around on their phones as if what they were doing was more important than the introduction to the competition that they were a part of. Then there was a man and a woman who seemed quite touched in the head, again verified by their repeated poking of a poor slime. Revenant was keenly aware that all of these people were very different than him. He had expected that most of them would be, but a small part of him had hoped that there would be at least one person that he could relate too, besides Lichelle, of course.
"Go ahead, check your pockets, skin flaps, storage compartments, whatever...Look! But don’t touch! Not yet anyway. You already know about the Maestro function. Once you drop down in your new Dimension, phone em’ in via a secure video or phone channel. Play nice with em’ now. But my real business right now is to explain the RHY Network to you fine folks.”
While the DJ continued talking in his annoyingly energetic voice, Rev looked sideways at Lichelle at the mention of pockets. The sad fact was...Rev didn't have pockets on his current outfit, seeing how it was just a robe. Lichelle giggled at him, understanding that slightly pleading look translated to: "Umm...Lichelle, you think you can hand me the thingy?". She reached into her belt pocket and pulled out the machine, noticing that the two of them were only given one. They didn't really need two, since they'd be working together through the entire game, but it was a bit offensive that the staff just assumed that they would only need the one.
Rev watched her play with the small device as the DJ talked, checking everything he said and making sure she understood it. As far as Rev understood it, this thing was basically going to be their resource and guide during the game. Since Lich was busy with the PiNG, Rev let his attention wander to the other contestants again. Almost everyone was examining their PiNGs too, but one pair caught his eye because they weren't. The male twins had promptly decorated their PiNGs and tucked them away, as if the vitally important device was a secondhand cell phone. Instead, the two were taking turns commenting on the other contestants, and from what Rev could hear, they weren't saying pleasant things. He shifted his gaze when the two turned to look at Lich and him, not wanting them to know that he was watching and listening to them.
"Fat around the ankles," they said, clearly indicating Lichelle. Before he had time to be fully surprised at their words, the other continued right on, saying "He's far too blue for his own good, and that shade of blonde has never been tasteful or appealing."
Rev gritted his teeth, a surge of anger rising up in him directed towards the twins. Apparently the only criteria the two had for judging the contestants was their appearance. Rev was disgusted by the vanity of those two; he could care less what they said about him, but they had to be stupid if they thought Lichelle was fat. The girl barely had any meant on her bones, to the point where she looked almost unhealthy. Suddenly struck by a thought, he realized the two were lucky that Lich was too wrapped up in the device to hear their comment about her. She was rather sensitive about her appearance, so if she had, the two would probably be hanging upside down from the ceiling by now, locked in place by chains of frost. The thought was very amusing to Rev.
Rev was drawn out of his musings by the DJ's loud voice. With excitement that Rev knew the man couldn't possibly possess, he announced that the first world they would visit would be...Gigas. Rev relaxed a bit with that information. Lich and him had visited Gigas before, for a short time, so they would know what to expect. A few of the people went through the gateway that the DJ brought up, not wasting any time getting started. Rev just waited for Lich, and after another moment of fiddling with the PiNG, Lich tucked it back into her belt and then nod at him. Still leading her by the arm, Rev walked towards the portal at a relaxed pace.
As he stepped through the door, Rev extended his power for the second time that day, and directed it towards the twins. Underneath their feet spread out a thin layer of clear, and very slippery ice. It was thin enough that they wouldn't notice, until they slipped on it. Grinning, Rev stepped through the portal with Lich right behind him, hoping that the twins would fall face first on the floor when they slipped.
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Nysume Dragonbane walked proudly onto to the stage, her black combat boots shaking the floor with every step. The first thing she noticed, apart from the crowd comprised of every type of life form she could think of, was the temperature. If she was fully human it might not affect her, but her reptilian DNA was making her body slow down. Knowing she was bound to be on camera and not wanting to look weak, she began folding and unfolding her wings. In doing this Nysume could help regulate her body temperature, but she also hoped it would make her look intimidating. Not that she really needed much help, everything from her combat boots to her tan cargo pants and her black skull t-shirt with slits cut out for her wings made her look like she could take care of herself, at the least. And she could, she wasn't a bad fighter, and having dagger like claws never hurt.
When she was told to check her pockets she did, but not willingly. Nysume had a suspicious nature, and finding a small palm sized device that had definitely not been their previously freaked her out. Her unease only increased as she heard her name used as an example. Looking back out over the crowd she had the urge to fly straight up and away. It wasn't as though she was afraid, she wasn't, she was just uncomfortable. Fighting? no problem, large groups of people that weren't trying to kill her? problem. The only thing keeping Nysume on that stage was the same thing that had made her want to do Reality Hates You! to begin with, maybe she could discover something about her past. It was unlikely she knew, but then again nothing was imposable.
The word "Gigas" broke through her confused thoughts. As soon as she heard it the word "finally" entered her brain. This is what she was waiting for, not standing on some stage listing to the D.J. talk forever, not being crowded on a stage with the 100 contestants, not being stared at by all of these people. Doing things, going places, and maybe finding her destiny.
When she was told to check her pockets she did, but not willingly. Nysume had a suspicious nature, and finding a small palm sized device that had definitely not been their previously freaked her out. Her unease only increased as she heard her name used as an example. Looking back out over the crowd she had the urge to fly straight up and away. It wasn't as though she was afraid, she wasn't, she was just uncomfortable. Fighting? no problem, large groups of people that weren't trying to kill her? problem. The only thing keeping Nysume on that stage was the same thing that had made her want to do Reality Hates You! to begin with, maybe she could discover something about her past. It was unlikely she knew, but then again nothing was imposable.
The word "Gigas" broke through her confused thoughts. As soon as she heard it the word "finally" entered her brain. This is what she was waiting for, not standing on some stage listing to the D.J. talk forever, not being crowded on a stage with the 100 contestants, not being stared at by all of these people. Doing things, going places, and maybe finding her destiny.
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Zak
Touchdown. Trouble had officially landed.
That mystical blue door swung open smack in the center of a brown prairie. Gigas' sun was high in her sky and heat beamed down on the red eyed Rifter. With a look of annoyance, he tilted his fedora in such a way that only a minuscule amount of those pesky rays hit his peepers. Zak slammed his fists together, a ritual he did to indicate that he was fired up. One hand on his hip, and the other hand against his leg, mister red eyes took a forward stroll, trying to take in his surroundings.
Zak’s attention eventually fell on a tall ruined tower loomed in the distance. Black ravens circled around the top of the thing. Realizing it was nothing but forgotten junk, he carried on with his survey. That was, until a massive tremor shook the prairie. Those same ravens darted by overhead, and our Leading Man lost his balance. As he quickly recovered from his stumble, he looked up to see that same tower gone—and moving towards him [and the other Players].
The tower was a Colossus. The stone that he thought comprised the ruin was really the weathered armor that the beast wore. The supposed support beams that held it up were now gripped tightly by the monster’s massive hands. Clumps of matted black fur were begrimed fresh with blue blood. And then there were those eyes. Those beady, piercing light blue eyes.
“Look like the innocent flower indeed…” Zak bit his lip as he slowly began to back away from the approaching creature. He had no interest in dying so early in the game. Even the tallest among them reached only to the ankle of the beast—how the hell did you kill the thing. “Heh. It’s worth a shot.” That pierced tongue slithered across those lips of his. Red flecks gathered in the Rifter’s left hand eventually crafting a blade. “Puck!” He hollered, and on command his blade erupted into flames.
Saadiq
Monsieur Marcel dusted off his white gators. A thin layer of grime accumulated from a careless step he took into a vacant ant hill. A number of other players had touched down. Most of them were beginning to go their separate ways already. Saadiq realized maybe he should have been doing the same but the thing was…he didn’t know where to go. He’d never been to Gigas in his travels—it was underdeveloped. Why would he? The Kid had little interest in it either.
Play the game. Hell, go ahead and win it. I want you to be as convincing as possible on this mission. I have to know if my hunch about the DJ is correct…
That was what The Kid had told him right before Saadiq left The West End. What hunch though? Sure the DJ was relatively creepy, what with that goofy ass display—but there was nothing about him that actually seemed bad. But a job was a job. And to fulfill this job, Sadie had to play the game.
No More Heroes
“But where the hell do I go…?” His thin frame slumped over in defeat. “Wait a minute…” The stylish looking dude’s mouth formed a wide ‘O’, while his eyes lit up with excitement, “The PiNG!” Saadiq was grinning a grin that would have rivaled Demetri’s as he dug into his vest’s pocket and pulled out that purple handheld. “It’s…Maestro right?” His finger tip sent a ripple through the screen when he selected ‘Maestro’. A thin blue beam shot about a foot off the screen. It unfolded to form a transparent video feed that had a very old looking Asian man squinting into the screen.
“You’re…my Maestro?”
“Ah…you must be the Sprouting Rosebud!” The monk managed to give a tiny wrinkled smile. Saadiq blinked, confused.
“Err…” He rubbed his neck.
“Rosebud, I am Maestro Barry! You may call me Sensei. I look forward to our partnership. Now, what water do you seek from well this time?” The old white haired cat bowed and beamed. This was sure to be a interesting time, Saadiq mused. He rubbed his neck as he tried to wrap his brain around Barry’s words.
“Well…water… Ah!” His face lit up, “I need some general information about where I’m at Barry. What continent, who’s who, places of interest. A map of the area wouldn’t hurt. Could you make it happen Sensei?” Saadiq’s gaze constantly shifted from the other players to Barry as he spoke. Barry rubbed his braided white beard and nodded.
“As the cherry blossom falls.”
“Cherry blossom…falls…in a minute?” Sadie shrugged. That cherry blossom never hit the ground because just then a powerful tremor shook the grass beneath him. The force sent his PiNG flying from his hand and out somewhere in the prairie. “Shit!” He fell back onto his ass with a ‘thud’.
The tremors didn’t stop. One after another they came, similar to footsteps. It reminded him of those old movies about the giant lizard. But this was way scarier than that trash because looming right there was a Colossus. In the fucking flesh. Thinking fast and with his hand shaking, Saadiq pressed a concealed button on the side of his glasses. The scene he saw was being magnified, down a ways in the prairie was a lone Player—that red-eyed guy. “Holy shit…he’s trying to fight the thing!” He exclaimed in awe.
The red-eyed guy threw his flame-encased weapon at the massive creature. His blade hit and stuck right into the chest of the thing. Flames spread throughout its thick black fur as it let out an ear shattering cry [kind of lick a monkey mixed with a cow]. Angered and burning, the Colossus countered, and with a speed that shouldn’t have been possessed by something of its stature, it swung one of its giant clubs at him.
The red-eyed Player went flying.
“Dammit…is he retarded? Who charges in on a Colossus like that?” With a shake of his head and a shrug, Saadiq grinned. “He’ll die if nobody helps him. Of course, that’s one less player…then again—that’s just cold.” Still seated on the ground, he winked at the others around him, "What to do what to do~" He already had his mind made up. With his hand gripped around his beam katana at his waist he slowly pulled himself off the dusty ground. "That is the question."
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Nox
It stood on the stage, silent and waiting. 'Pocket?' it thought, patting the side of it's body...and finding a strange lump, the device DJ had explained. With a shrug and a quick motion the device is swallowed. As a psion Nox would be able to use it's functions with his mind, much easier than poking at a small screen. A blackness ripples across the form, as Nox readies to go into this 'game' it's flesh becoming the thick black shell of the battle mode. In a world with giant creatures..chances were good there would be things to kill.
As the blue door popped open, and the others slipped through Nox looks about one last time before extending one of his Lashes and using it to launch through the doorway.
This world, what was it called again? Ah, it didn't matter. It was an old place, and old places tended to have treasure. Nox nodded and felt a strange rumble. Not the steps of the giant, he had noticed those upon landing, no..this came from inside him. His torso vibrated again, before a small beam of light popped out of his mass. Being made of Dream-Stuff was helpful sometimes, and other times it was just odd. The light formed into a small old man. And he was angry.
"What are you doing soldier!? There is enemy afoot! Ten-Hut!" the hologram ordered, pointing a finger at Nox. "Get out there and take down that..wassit..mountain-monster-thing.."
"Colossus?" Nox supplied helpfully, glancing over at the massive being.
"YES! That's the word. Now go! Take the fight to the enemy!" With a pose that was supposed to be inspiring the old man flexed..and vanished. Leaving Nox to stand there, and blink. His Maestro was insane. That was easy to tell. But why was he dressed like a general from a movie? It didn't matter, a shaker of the head and Nox looked over at the giant again. It's mental vibrations were weak. For all that mass it's mind was hardly larger than a cow. Easy to break, but why jump in? Those idiots would keep it busy while he explored.
With a wave of his hand, and a focus of will...he forms the base structure for a vehicle. A simple mountain bike. The frame was made from pure thought; Meta Creativity came in handy. Focused more, he shapes the tires from his own essence, making them tougher. Job done he hops on and peddles off. His idea was to find another Colossus, a better one...break It's mind and ride it about. He wanted one that was fast...maybe a flier. Hrm. Mountains were just the spot, so with a cheery wave to those he passes..Nox makes his way towards the distant mountains, his bike gliding easily over the rough terrain...he cheated from time to time, as all Dreams do.
It stood on the stage, silent and waiting. 'Pocket?' it thought, patting the side of it's body...and finding a strange lump, the device DJ had explained. With a shrug and a quick motion the device is swallowed. As a psion Nox would be able to use it's functions with his mind, much easier than poking at a small screen. A blackness ripples across the form, as Nox readies to go into this 'game' it's flesh becoming the thick black shell of the battle mode. In a world with giant creatures..chances were good there would be things to kill.
As the blue door popped open, and the others slipped through Nox looks about one last time before extending one of his Lashes and using it to launch through the doorway.
This world, what was it called again? Ah, it didn't matter. It was an old place, and old places tended to have treasure. Nox nodded and felt a strange rumble. Not the steps of the giant, he had noticed those upon landing, no..this came from inside him. His torso vibrated again, before a small beam of light popped out of his mass. Being made of Dream-Stuff was helpful sometimes, and other times it was just odd. The light formed into a small old man. And he was angry.
"What are you doing soldier!? There is enemy afoot! Ten-Hut!" the hologram ordered, pointing a finger at Nox. "Get out there and take down that..wassit..mountain-monster-thing.."
"Colossus?" Nox supplied helpfully, glancing over at the massive being.
"YES! That's the word. Now go! Take the fight to the enemy!" With a pose that was supposed to be inspiring the old man flexed..and vanished. Leaving Nox to stand there, and blink. His Maestro was insane. That was easy to tell. But why was he dressed like a general from a movie? It didn't matter, a shaker of the head and Nox looked over at the giant again. It's mental vibrations were weak. For all that mass it's mind was hardly larger than a cow. Easy to break, but why jump in? Those idiots would keep it busy while he explored.
With a wave of his hand, and a focus of will...he forms the base structure for a vehicle. A simple mountain bike. The frame was made from pure thought; Meta Creativity came in handy. Focused more, he shapes the tires from his own essence, making them tougher. Job done he hops on and peddles off. His idea was to find another Colossus, a better one...break It's mind and ride it about. He wanted one that was fast...maybe a flier. Hrm. Mountains were just the spot, so with a cheery wave to those he passes..Nox makes his way towards the distant mountains, his bike gliding easily over the rough terrain...he cheated from time to time, as all Dreams do.
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Bonnie & Clyde
The couple gazed out to the empty desolate desert, their blobbish friend Bob, they had named him, managed to dissapear from the fingers of Bonnie & Clyde.
They had however took notice of a giant ancient tower of sorts but though Bonnie was already taking steps towards it Clyde already stopped her by pulling out the PiNG from his pocket.
"Clyde?" Bonnie asked as her eyes of curiousity gazed upon the object.
"What is it Bonnie my dear?" He responded back after swallowing his breath looking at the same object.
"What do we do now?" She asked as the duo started to have beads of sweat both forming fom their brows.
"I...don't..know." Clyde replied; dumbstruck by the object and both of them using far too much brain power to figure out the PiNG to notice the immense tremor that shook the floor underneath them and the flying of Contestant 66.
Luckily, the folks at Reality Hates You, made it completely idiot proof for everyone except Them Swing Kids. Why?
Because Reality Hates You.
The biggest task was turning ON the phone.
"This button? No..how about this button?"
"I think's it's this button Sweetie..No, wait a second."
"Lets press ALL the buttons, Bonnie my dear!" Clyde said like a light bulb popped up over his head.
"Wow! You're so smart Clyde!" Bonnie said with admiration, sliding her hand over the phone, pressing all the buttons until the PiNG lit up, illuminating the screen and all the numbers 1-9, *, #, and "Maestro" key.
"It's a phone! A mini phone!" They both cooed at the device while Bonnie was pressing some numbers.
"My dear?" Clyde asked as Bonnie held the phone in the palm of her hand next to her, calling someone very important.
"Hi Mom! I'm on Reality Hates You! What? Yes of course we're alive silly! You're watching us on TV?" Bonnie almost shrieked as she started jumping up and down happily and waving with her free hand to the desolate desert.
"Kill the rest of the contestants?" Bonnie repeated her mother and gave Clyde a confused look for some reassurance.
"Why Bon-Bons, that'd just be rude." Clyde said confidently.
"But fun!" She winked and giggled like a child.
"Hmmmm..." Clyde hummed, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb, thinking about the moves that they'd make.
The next step of the lumbering Gigas shook the attention of the dynamic duo from directly under their feet. At that point they didn't even need to speak once they reilized the tower moved.
Tag?
Tag.
"You're it!" Clyde tapped Bonnie on the shoulder before running off with a hand on his fedora so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.
"No, you're it!" Bonnie ran, which seems like an impossibilty in those red stilletos, tagged her mate on the back of his head and now both of them, running too fast for any regular human headed towards the foot of the Giga, a cloud of dust following their trail.
The both of them were giggling maddly as Bonnie easily having the flexibility and manouveribilty traversed up from it's stone like feet onto the ledges among it's leg with agility and Clyde likewise as well at a slower but surer pace with enough strength and grip to keep up.
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Nysume
Touching down on Gigas, Nysume quickly took in her surroundings. Most of the other contestants were already making their moves. Two appeared to be chasing each other off in the distance. Another fighting a . . . what was it? Oh yes a Colossus she told herself. And more still seemed to be talking with their Maestros.
"Great just starting off and I'm already behind" she said under her breath.
A buzz in one of the many pockets of her cargo pants reminded her of the presence of her PiNG. She tried the upper most pocket, not there. Working her way through her pockets she began to doubt the wisdom of her clothing choice. No, she told herself, her cloths weren't a weakness, they were an attitude. Another buzz brought her out of her thoughts, and trying yet another pocket she extracted the small device. Pressing a button on the side, a beam of light shot out from the front of the PiNG. Slowly it materialized in a person.
"Ah Nysume! I was wondering when we'd have a chance to speak. I am" with a flourish she spun about and then said "Sylvia! I am your maestro. It is my duty to help you with the Game." She glanced at the Colossus in the distance, a fierce look crossed her face, but quickly disappeared as Nysume began to talk.
"So Sylvia is it?" even with her maestro, she was not inclined to be very friendly. Not at first anyways. "So what can you do for me?"
"Anything you wish for I can provide, within reason" she added seeing the greedy look in Nysume's eyes.
"Hmm anything?"
"Within reason, yes?" Sylvia was beginning to be a bit apprehensive. She would do as much as she could to help her of course, but still.
"Well alright then" with a sigh Nysume vanished the image of some huge tank from her mind. Not that she needed it anyways she added as an afterthought. "A map then? And maybe some information about this place?"
Just as quickly as she had appeared, Sylvia seemed to be sucked back into the PiNG, and replaced with the materials Nysume had requested on the screen. First a map, full colored and detail filled the screen. Nysume took quick stock of it and quickly found not only were the town was but also discovered that some small numbers were visible on the screen. She assumed that this must be part of the RHY network that was mentioned earlier, she have to take a look at the player activity log later. Once she had most or less memorized the layout of the town and some nearby features she began looking at information about Gigas. She quickly discovered that Gigas was in chaos. And few humanoids lived here; this could be bad for the contestants. Or perhaps is could be a new opportunity.
Nysume knew that some of the contestants would be game to enslave if not kill the population, but she had a different plan. She unfolded her wings, and with a running jump sailed off into the sky of Gigas, her eyes scanning the ground below for the town.
Touching down on Gigas, Nysume quickly took in her surroundings. Most of the other contestants were already making their moves. Two appeared to be chasing each other off in the distance. Another fighting a . . . what was it? Oh yes a Colossus she told herself. And more still seemed to be talking with their Maestros.
"Great just starting off and I'm already behind" she said under her breath.
A buzz in one of the many pockets of her cargo pants reminded her of the presence of her PiNG. She tried the upper most pocket, not there. Working her way through her pockets she began to doubt the wisdom of her clothing choice. No, she told herself, her cloths weren't a weakness, they were an attitude. Another buzz brought her out of her thoughts, and trying yet another pocket she extracted the small device. Pressing a button on the side, a beam of light shot out from the front of the PiNG. Slowly it materialized in a person.
"Ah Nysume! I was wondering when we'd have a chance to speak. I am" with a flourish she spun about and then said "Sylvia! I am your maestro. It is my duty to help you with the Game." She glanced at the Colossus in the distance, a fierce look crossed her face, but quickly disappeared as Nysume began to talk.
"So Sylvia is it?" even with her maestro, she was not inclined to be very friendly. Not at first anyways. "So what can you do for me?"
"Anything you wish for I can provide, within reason" she added seeing the greedy look in Nysume's eyes.
"Hmm anything?"
"Within reason, yes?" Sylvia was beginning to be a bit apprehensive. She would do as much as she could to help her of course, but still.
"Well alright then" with a sigh Nysume vanished the image of some huge tank from her mind. Not that she needed it anyways she added as an afterthought. "A map then? And maybe some information about this place?"
Just as quickly as she had appeared, Sylvia seemed to be sucked back into the PiNG, and replaced with the materials Nysume had requested on the screen. First a map, full colored and detail filled the screen. Nysume took quick stock of it and quickly found not only were the town was but also discovered that some small numbers were visible on the screen. She assumed that this must be part of the RHY network that was mentioned earlier, she have to take a look at the player activity log later. Once she had most or less memorized the layout of the town and some nearby features she began looking at information about Gigas. She quickly discovered that Gigas was in chaos. And few humanoids lived here; this could be bad for the contestants. Or perhaps is could be a new opportunity.
Nysume knew that some of the contestants would be game to enslave if not kill the population, but she had a different plan. She unfolded her wings, and with a running jump sailed off into the sky of Gigas, her eyes scanning the ground below for the town.
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Montesquieu and Montesquieu
Not long after the majority of people were shuffled into the great wasteland of Gigas did an entire hovering highly technological stretch limousine Winnebago rolled through the extra large door that was normally reserve for colossal sized players. The inside of the massive monster was the equivalent of a small mansion with luxuries like a pool, bowling alley, dance floor, arcade and three story fountain. The orb was on bridge managing all the vehicle's complex control systems at once.
The brothers on the other hand were relaxing at the vehicle's grand hall section, relaxing on expensive and clean interior as the two just admire the land scape of Gigas safe, clean and in style on a holographic observation screen that was linked to the many observation devices that were attached to this powerful roaming monster of a machine. Sitting on a separate sofa though were two new guests of the twins, a pair of twins themselves though the pair were female and both were marked with either Almario's and Edmund's contestant numbers.
Almario's twin was rather uneasy of the unnecessary destruction the extremely large Winnebago was doing to an already dying world, crushing plant life, knocking over trees and making huge size animals scatter in every direction causing more damage. Edmund's twin on the other hand remain composed, dull in emotions and opened up a can of beer for her as she merely push her twin off to enjoy the full comfort of the sofa. "At least this beats walking like a god damage savages to wherever we need to go." she bluntly stated as she took another drink "You got anything here beside cheap baby alcohol?? All I been able to find is crappy foreign beer, white wines and fucking wine coolers since I got here."
Neither twin was somewhat pleased with the revelation that this woman had went through their alcohol stock, but were too much in a light mood to entirely care. After all, at the moment they felt like complete kings in a vehicle purchased at top credit by their father in Astral. One of the two brothers inspected the observation screen once more and pointed something out. "Well then my brother, there done appears to be a settlement not so fa' away." he proposed while enjoying the comfort of his luxury massage chair. The other brother grinned "I am prospecting that we may as well get acquainted with the locals." the other proposed and with that in mind he touched the screen altering their boundless coordinates to the nearby village as the vehicle continued to travel through the waste land.
Not long after the majority of people were shuffled into the great wasteland of Gigas did an entire hovering highly technological stretch limousine Winnebago rolled through the extra large door that was normally reserve for colossal sized players. The inside of the massive monster was the equivalent of a small mansion with luxuries like a pool, bowling alley, dance floor, arcade and three story fountain. The orb was on bridge managing all the vehicle's complex control systems at once.
The brothers on the other hand were relaxing at the vehicle's grand hall section, relaxing on expensive and clean interior as the two just admire the land scape of Gigas safe, clean and in style on a holographic observation screen that was linked to the many observation devices that were attached to this powerful roaming monster of a machine. Sitting on a separate sofa though were two new guests of the twins, a pair of twins themselves though the pair were female and both were marked with either Almario's and Edmund's contestant numbers.
Almario's twin was rather uneasy of the unnecessary destruction the extremely large Winnebago was doing to an already dying world, crushing plant life, knocking over trees and making huge size animals scatter in every direction causing more damage. Edmund's twin on the other hand remain composed, dull in emotions and opened up a can of beer for her as she merely push her twin off to enjoy the full comfort of the sofa. "At least this beats walking like a god damage savages to wherever we need to go." she bluntly stated as she took another drink "You got anything here beside cheap baby alcohol?? All I been able to find is crappy foreign beer, white wines and fucking wine coolers since I got here."
Neither twin was somewhat pleased with the revelation that this woman had went through their alcohol stock, but were too much in a light mood to entirely care. After all, at the moment they felt like complete kings in a vehicle purchased at top credit by their father in Astral. One of the two brothers inspected the observation screen once more and pointed something out. "Well then my brother, there done appears to be a settlement not so fa' away." he proposed while enjoying the comfort of his luxury massage chair. The other brother grinned "I am prospecting that we may as well get acquainted with the locals." the other proposed and with that in mind he touched the screen altering their boundless coordinates to the nearby village as the vehicle continued to travel through the waste land.
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Revenant and Lichelle
Traveling through an inter-dimensional portal is less enjoyable than you'd think. It wasn't painful, or anything like that, but there is a miniscule delay between when you step in and when you step out. It's not the same as a regular doorway, where the exit is just on the other side; with this door, the exit was on another world. And for just a second, as you stepped through the gate, you could feel yourself speeding towards the exit through space, traveling at impossible speeds. It wasn't a bad feeling, and some people may even like it, but for Revenant and Lichelle, they both stepped onto Gigas feeling like they were going to be sick.
So, in the few minutes that they both stood still, trying to steady themselves, the failed to distinguish between the pounding in their head and the pounding of gigantic footsteps. When they did, however, they slowly raised their heads up, necks craning back comically as they stared up at the raging giant that was a bit too close for comfort. Rev whistled lightly and said "Well, so much for an introduction period...guess we're stepping right into the action."
Rev looked left and right, and saw an area devoid of the other contestants that they could use to escape. Grabbing Lich by the arm again, he started to walk away from the fight, wondering where they should go first. Lich, however, was not pleased. When she realized what he was doing, she pulled her arm from his grip and dug her feet into the ground. "Rev, where are you going? We have to help those guys fight that Colossus!"
Turning to stare at her with confusion, Rev asked "And why exactly do we have to do that?" "B-Because! It's the right thing to do! And you know how to fight them, but I'm guessing that they don't." Sighing, Rev turned to glance at the few contestants who had gathered to fight the giant. "Perhaps I could...wait for a bit? We could let it take out a few of them first..." Lichelle put her hands on her hips and glared at her partner, voice leaving no room for argument, she said "Revenant Cinder Frostbourne, get your butt over there and HELP THEM!"
Cringing from the tone in her voice, Rev stepped quickly to stand beside Saadiq. Grumbling about being ordered around, he turned to look at the man standing beside him and then at the other in a crumpled heap a bit away from them. "Right then..." he mumbled, and extended his right arm out, using his left hand to hold it steady. He flexed his fingers, and then slowly brought them closed into a fist, letting his magic flow as he did, and then shaped the flow as it streamed out. A slurry of icy energy circled around his arm, and solidified into a lance, effectively turning his arm into a deadly weapon. "So, I'm guessing we're going to fight that thing, right? Then, we're looking for weak points in its armor that we can exploit, alright?"
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Saadiq’s mouth dropped as one, two…three, four contestants all took quick leave of the battleground. He knew it was a competition, but damn, they couldn’t take the time out to help one fellow Player? They were some stone cold killers out there—or maybe he was just insane for actually joining the fray. And that was when the Couple came running past him giggling like two school kids. He couldn’t believe his specs as they effortlessly, and fearlessly scaled the legs of the beast.
“They’re totally oblivious, aren’t they?”
"So, I'm guessing we're going to fight that thing, right? Then, we're looking for weak points in its armor that we can exploit, alright?" A voice, cold as the ice he wielding spoke to him. He didn’t seem like the most agreeable guy, but he’d take what he could get. Saadiq grinned as he held his own weapon out. With a press of a button on the hilt a rod, about a meter long protruded from the frame. Instantly, extreme heat gathered around the rod and whoosh piping hot, purple plasma: Beam Katana Navi.
“You sound like you know what you’re doing.” He chuckled. “Let’s get in there before the tweedle twins take all the fun yeah?” The demon eye illuminated with otherworldly light as it alleviated some of his body weight. He immediately felt much faster and took off towards the creature. The first unarmored spot that Saadiq noticed, and by far the largest was the beast’s abdomen. It was totally devoid of protection, and even scorched from that red-eyed guy’s initial fire-attack. “There!” He hollered and the Demon Eye listened: his borrowed pupil rotated and glowed, from underneath Saadiq, and climbing up towards the bare stomach of the Colossus dense purple cubes formed.
The beast was too busy trying to shake the swing kids from his body to notice the approaching techno-junkie. The fire wound had left the previously furry spot fleshy and pink, ripe for his blow. The ex-guildsman roared as he thrust his weapon dead into navel of the wretched thing. It howled out it’s twisted cries of pain and stumbled back, massive hands holding the oozing wound. Its black drops of blood fell to the ground like rain.
“That hurt it!” Mr. Marcel cheered. He rode his block of spatial matter to the ground—it wouldn’t take much more to dead the thing. The beast had clearly been wounded before the battle though. Its black clumps were in patches, and even its face held visible scars. Somebody had done a number on it.
Meanwhile, back on the ground, Zak’s body was in searing pain from the blow. He had been knocked unconscious momentarily from impact but now his senses were slowly returning. The Rifter was now hearing muffled screams and clashing weapons—two of his favorite sounds. He wanted to get up and give that monster hell, but his injured body wouldn’t let him.
“Sonuvabitch!” Zak hollered. He gritted his teeth in frustration. He sat still for sometime as the battle raged on. That was until he felt his body being dragged. “Hey, who the hell are you?! HEY!” But there was no answer from his mystery rescuer. Zak looked towards his feet to see a pair of gloved hands reaching for them, helping whoever it was that had his upper body. That person was in a tattered robe-white and red. The ratty piece of apparel looked like it had been stitched together for decades of continued use. There was another hint to his rescuers’ identity: the jingling of what sounded like wooden beads.
“Fine. Take me—but be delicate with my body? Aight?”
Saadiq didn’t know it, but Zak’s saviors had a third with them. That one had noticed a tiny glint in the grass. It wasn’t hard to spot it; unlike the plains’ grass this thing was actually green. The third newcomer grabbed the glowing device and tucked it into a pocket on their robe…
“They’re totally oblivious, aren’t they?”
"So, I'm guessing we're going to fight that thing, right? Then, we're looking for weak points in its armor that we can exploit, alright?" A voice, cold as the ice he wielding spoke to him. He didn’t seem like the most agreeable guy, but he’d take what he could get. Saadiq grinned as he held his own weapon out. With a press of a button on the hilt a rod, about a meter long protruded from the frame. Instantly, extreme heat gathered around the rod and whoosh piping hot, purple plasma: Beam Katana Navi.
“You sound like you know what you’re doing.” He chuckled. “Let’s get in there before the tweedle twins take all the fun yeah?” The demon eye illuminated with otherworldly light as it alleviated some of his body weight. He immediately felt much faster and took off towards the creature. The first unarmored spot that Saadiq noticed, and by far the largest was the beast’s abdomen. It was totally devoid of protection, and even scorched from that red-eyed guy’s initial fire-attack. “There!” He hollered and the Demon Eye listened: his borrowed pupil rotated and glowed, from underneath Saadiq, and climbing up towards the bare stomach of the Colossus dense purple cubes formed.
The beast was too busy trying to shake the swing kids from his body to notice the approaching techno-junkie. The fire wound had left the previously furry spot fleshy and pink, ripe for his blow. The ex-guildsman roared as he thrust his weapon dead into navel of the wretched thing. It howled out it’s twisted cries of pain and stumbled back, massive hands holding the oozing wound. Its black drops of blood fell to the ground like rain.
“That hurt it!” Mr. Marcel cheered. He rode his block of spatial matter to the ground—it wouldn’t take much more to dead the thing. The beast had clearly been wounded before the battle though. Its black clumps were in patches, and even its face held visible scars. Somebody had done a number on it.
Meanwhile, back on the ground, Zak’s body was in searing pain from the blow. He had been knocked unconscious momentarily from impact but now his senses were slowly returning. The Rifter was now hearing muffled screams and clashing weapons—two of his favorite sounds. He wanted to get up and give that monster hell, but his injured body wouldn’t let him.
“Sonuvabitch!” Zak hollered. He gritted his teeth in frustration. He sat still for sometime as the battle raged on. That was until he felt his body being dragged. “Hey, who the hell are you?! HEY!” But there was no answer from his mystery rescuer. Zak looked towards his feet to see a pair of gloved hands reaching for them, helping whoever it was that had his upper body. That person was in a tattered robe-white and red. The ratty piece of apparel looked like it had been stitched together for decades of continued use. There was another hint to his rescuers’ identity: the jingling of what sounded like wooden beads.
“Fine. Take me—but be delicate with my body? Aight?”
Saadiq didn’t know it, but Zak’s saviors had a third with them. That one had noticed a tiny glint in the grass. It wasn’t hard to spot it; unlike the plains’ grass this thing was actually green. The third newcomer grabbed the glowing device and tucked it into a pocket on their robe…
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Flying out from a rectangular prism of light, Jack crash landed down on hard stone. Very slowly he unrolled himself and stood up, rubbing his arms and head and checking for scratches or dents. Surprisingly, he didn't have any. Great! Now to check out his environment.
Jack looked around slowly, taking everything in.
"Where the hell am I..?" All around Jack was water. Looking further he saw massive stone towers and more platforms. There was a thick mist in the air that was causing some trouble with Jack's sensors. "I don't think I'm water proof." Jack sighed and looked up. He could see the sky so at least he wasn't in a cave or anything. Still, the massive towers and platforms made him wonder who made this and why they abandoned it all.
Then, suddenly, Jack heard movement in the distance. He spun around and looked in the direction of the sound but saw nothing. But then something caught his eye. A massive dark shadow was slowly moving over the surface of the water and heading towards him. Jack took a defensive stance, taking out his combat rifle and aiming it at the shadow. Then, suddenly, his sensors began to go wild. It wasn't just the shadow...
Jack looked up. There, high in the sky and looking down at him, was a gargantuan beast. It seemed like a bird with its wings spread wide and it was gliding slowly in the air. It flew smoothly over him and landed atop a tower not far off in the distance. Slowly, the creature turned around and its piercing gaze set on him. Jack was an intruder in its territory, it seemed, and it was observing him.
"That must be one of those colossi," Jack thought aloud as he slowly lowered his gun. It didn't seem hostile, at least not yet. "Neat." Jack put his gun away and turned away from the creature, looking elsewhere. "So how the hell do I get out of here?" As Jack asked the question his sensors suddenly began going wild again. Jack heard something in the distance and spun around again quickly, reaching for his gun. Sadly, he was just a few seconds too slow...
Jack looked around slowly, taking everything in.
"Where the hell am I..?" All around Jack was water. Looking further he saw massive stone towers and more platforms. There was a thick mist in the air that was causing some trouble with Jack's sensors. "I don't think I'm water proof." Jack sighed and looked up. He could see the sky so at least he wasn't in a cave or anything. Still, the massive towers and platforms made him wonder who made this and why they abandoned it all.
Then, suddenly, Jack heard movement in the distance. He spun around and looked in the direction of the sound but saw nothing. But then something caught his eye. A massive dark shadow was slowly moving over the surface of the water and heading towards him. Jack took a defensive stance, taking out his combat rifle and aiming it at the shadow. Then, suddenly, his sensors began to go wild. It wasn't just the shadow...
Jack looked up. There, high in the sky and looking down at him, was a gargantuan beast. It seemed like a bird with its wings spread wide and it was gliding slowly in the air. It flew smoothly over him and landed atop a tower not far off in the distance. Slowly, the creature turned around and its piercing gaze set on him. Jack was an intruder in its territory, it seemed, and it was observing him.
"That must be one of those colossi," Jack thought aloud as he slowly lowered his gun. It didn't seem hostile, at least not yet. "Neat." Jack put his gun away and turned away from the creature, looking elsewhere. "So how the hell do I get out of here?" As Jack asked the question his sensors suddenly began going wild again. Jack heard something in the distance and spun around again quickly, reaching for his gun. Sadly, he was just a few seconds too slow...
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Revenant and Lichelle
“You sound like you know what you’re doing. Let’s get in there before the tweedle twins take all the fun yeah?”
Revenant nodded at the man beside him, and watched as he charged at the colossus, weapon ready. Truth was, he did know what he was doing. The few months that he had Lichelle had spent here hiding out from the public eye hadn't been for nothing, and he had learned how to deal with some of the more aggressive neighbors. Colossi weren't that hard to kill, they were just as mortal as the smaller humans that they lived alongside; stab them in the right place, and they'll go down. Thankfully, that's exactly what Saadiq did, and his laser weapon left a lethal wound in the giant's middle.
Rev turned his head back, and nodded when he saw Lich behind him, staff already in her hands. Despite her earlier outburst, there was no way that she'd have sent him into battle without being right behind him; they fought as a team, always. No thoughts were verbally expressed, but Lich already knew his plan, and so she began chanting the incantation for her magic as soon as Rev took off running towards the giant. Her staff was lit up light blue, the signature sign of Lichelle's brand of magic, and a pillar of ice sprang out of the ground in front of Rev. He jumped up, a bit higher than a normal human could, and used the pillar as a stepping-stone to jump onto the colossus’s torso.
Rev gathered ice in his free hand again, forming it into claws on each of his fingers. Sinking his claws into the beast's flesh, Rev held his position and got ready to deliver the finishing blow to the giant. He swung his spear arm back and got ready to thrust it forward and into the creature. Still quite solid, the ice on his arm began to swirl, moving like a liquid, changing from a spear into a drill. The ice-drill spun rapidly, flakes of ice and friction-melted water flying loose as Rev struck with his arm, announcing the name of his trademark move as the drill pierced the skin.
"Thorny Blues!" he shouted as the ice sunk into the stomach of the giant, but not finishing yet. The drill unraveled, turning into several strings of ice that had previously been tied together to form the lethal needle. Too bad for the colossus, the 'strings' were as thick as an iron pole, and they expanded to the size of a tree trunk as they grew out, piercing vital organs and weaving around bones until the eight thorns protruded out at different points. Rev pulled his arm out, the limb easily detaching from the base of the thorns, and the wraith dropped down off the giant.
Of course, he was pretty high up, and the fall would have been damaging if it wasn't for his partner's magic. Lichelle extended her hand out like he had earlier, but instead of ice forming around her hand, a band of mist did. The mist extended out from her hand, turning into a thick and fluffy cloud, and changing shape to a larger version of her hand. She caught Rev with her cloud and set him gently on the ground beside Saadiq, and then gently picked the dance partners off the side of the giant just before the thing fell over with a big crash.
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Dead. The gargantuan beast crashed to the ground beneath it. Its large weapons dropped from its hands as the beast grudgingly reached for the sky. Saadiq, despite the fact that it just tried to brutally slaughter them, couldn’t help but feel for the thing. With a somber air, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tiny set of black prayer beads.
“May the melody of your soul become a stanza in the Emcee’s score.” Saadiq recited the prayer, and kissed the beads. Afterwards, he carefully tucked them back into their home in his pocket. “Hey, thanks for the help you guys. That cat seemed like a jerk but I just couldn’t let him die…” The man with the beam katana realized then that Contestant 66
was nowhere to be found. “That asshole! Did he run off while we were finishing his fight?” Saadiq groaned, “What a dick…sheesh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Whatever. So, what are you all going...to do...now...? Eh?“ Young 8-Bit was then interrupted by a triumphant polyphonic fanfare.
Congratulations! Congratulations!
The words were muffled, but sounded like they were coming from both the Wraiths’ and the Swing Kids.
“Is it the PiNG?” Saadiq wondered why his own wasn’t going off. Still pondering, he patted his body down in hopes of finding the thing, but to no avail. A grim look washed on the cat’s face when he remembered the fall he took just as the Colossus first appeared: he had dropped it. “Aww man my PiNG!” Way to go Saadiq! Ugh. Fucking dumbass! But the kid Marcel had no time to mope. His eyes widened in shock when he noticed the beast to see it engulfed in a mass of black flames. The inferno surrounded the beast and only the beast. The flames did not spread; they weren’t even moved by the wind. It was as if they rejected the world.
“What the hell? Is that…normal?”
“That is the punishment of a God that has broken the rules it must abide by.” The one that spoke was a dreamy eyed youth. The boy had a pair of slate gray eyes and his skin was pale white. A tattered white robe and a number of rusty looking ceremonial pendants covered the newcomer’s pint-sized body. Messy black bangs stuck out from under his stitched hood. He gripped a regal looking ebony and gold-plated staff that was almost twice his size. Saadiq silently noted the sharp blade that was at the bottom of it—an interesting design.
-Neir-
“Who are you kid? Another contestant?” Saadiq inquired before he crouched down to get eye level with the boy. The second he peered into this kid’s eyes, Saadiq knew there was something off about him.
Nah...he's definitely not one of us. Who the hell is this kid?
“No. I don’t know what you all are doing here, but you’ve caused a stir here already. The Colossi are on march for the first time since they divided…this is no coincidence,” The boy spoke with a certain poise that should have been foreign to someone his age. He turned away from Saadiq and looked at both Rev and Lich, and even the soul-bonded couple. “It cannot be coincidence. I’m sure of it!” A clinched fist and bit lip displayed a direness he held.
“Sir Nier!” A woman, dressed in robes similar to the boy’s [she had none of the chains the boy wore] came running. She had a mocha colored face, brunette locks and motherly green eyes. “You mustn’t speak with them! Mistress Artemis says they’re hear to kill or world!” The woman grabbed ‘Neir’, trying to pull him away from the strangers. All he had to do though was shoot her one of those blank stares of his, and she backed away.
“You should know not to listen to everything Artemis says. She’s shown her colors.”
“But…Sir Nier!”
“No Ashe. I’m bringing them with us. Its apparent that the Colossi have reacted to them appearing here.” Neir turned to address the contestants now. “I’m sorry. I must ask you to come with us to our village. You’re obviously new here and must be in need of shelter and food; we’re one of the only places left that can provide that.” Saadiq realized this was probably his best bet of learning about this dimension, since he couldn’t find his PiNG. But still…he had to look for it! He couldn’t just leave the plains now…
“Look, ‘Neir’, I’m sorry, but I can’t follow—“ The boy shifted his weight just a bit. His gaze looked even colder. And there was this slight, subtle motion the kid did with his staff; it was just a minor shift in the spot he rested it in, but somehow, Saadiq couldn’t help but get the chills when he did it. Ashe looked nervous. The ex-guildsman swore he heard her gulp.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you that you are foreigners in our land. Not only that, but you have killed one of our Gods. These two facts alone do not work in your favor at all.” The tiniest smile worked itself upon Neir’s face. Sadie almost shat himself.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll come…I can’t vouch for them though.”
“They’ll come. Trust me.” The mysterious youth spoke with confidence as he walked past them all towards the south. “Our village isn’t far from here, we should have no problem making it back just before sundown.” Saadiq looked up; it couldn’t be any later than noon! He sighed.
“That’s….not a short walk. Is it?”
“May the melody of your soul become a stanza in the Emcee’s score.” Saadiq recited the prayer, and kissed the beads. Afterwards, he carefully tucked them back into their home in his pocket. “Hey, thanks for the help you guys. That cat seemed like a jerk but I just couldn’t let him die…” The man with the beam katana realized then that Contestant 66
was nowhere to be found. “That asshole! Did he run off while we were finishing his fight?” Saadiq groaned, “What a dick…sheesh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Whatever. So, what are you all going...to do...now...? Eh?“ Young 8-Bit was then interrupted by a triumphant polyphonic fanfare.
Congratulations! Congratulations!
The words were muffled, but sounded like they were coming from both the Wraiths’ and the Swing Kids.
“Is it the PiNG?” Saadiq wondered why his own wasn’t going off. Still pondering, he patted his body down in hopes of finding the thing, but to no avail. A grim look washed on the cat’s face when he remembered the fall he took just as the Colossus first appeared: he had dropped it. “Aww man my PiNG!” Way to go Saadiq! Ugh. Fucking dumbass! But the kid Marcel had no time to mope. His eyes widened in shock when he noticed the beast to see it engulfed in a mass of black flames. The inferno surrounded the beast and only the beast. The flames did not spread; they weren’t even moved by the wind. It was as if they rejected the world.
“What the hell? Is that…normal?”
“That is the punishment of a God that has broken the rules it must abide by.” The one that spoke was a dreamy eyed youth. The boy had a pair of slate gray eyes and his skin was pale white. A tattered white robe and a number of rusty looking ceremonial pendants covered the newcomer’s pint-sized body. Messy black bangs stuck out from under his stitched hood. He gripped a regal looking ebony and gold-plated staff that was almost twice his size. Saadiq silently noted the sharp blade that was at the bottom of it—an interesting design.
-Neir-
“Who are you kid? Another contestant?” Saadiq inquired before he crouched down to get eye level with the boy. The second he peered into this kid’s eyes, Saadiq knew there was something off about him.
Nah...he's definitely not one of us. Who the hell is this kid?
“No. I don’t know what you all are doing here, but you’ve caused a stir here already. The Colossi are on march for the first time since they divided…this is no coincidence,” The boy spoke with a certain poise that should have been foreign to someone his age. He turned away from Saadiq and looked at both Rev and Lich, and even the soul-bonded couple. “It cannot be coincidence. I’m sure of it!” A clinched fist and bit lip displayed a direness he held.
“Sir Nier!” A woman, dressed in robes similar to the boy’s [she had none of the chains the boy wore] came running. She had a mocha colored face, brunette locks and motherly green eyes. “You mustn’t speak with them! Mistress Artemis says they’re hear to kill or world!” The woman grabbed ‘Neir’, trying to pull him away from the strangers. All he had to do though was shoot her one of those blank stares of his, and she backed away.
“You should know not to listen to everything Artemis says. She’s shown her colors.”
“But…Sir Nier!”
“No Ashe. I’m bringing them with us. Its apparent that the Colossi have reacted to them appearing here.” Neir turned to address the contestants now. “I’m sorry. I must ask you to come with us to our village. You’re obviously new here and must be in need of shelter and food; we’re one of the only places left that can provide that.” Saadiq realized this was probably his best bet of learning about this dimension, since he couldn’t find his PiNG. But still…he had to look for it! He couldn’t just leave the plains now…
“Look, ‘Neir’, I’m sorry, but I can’t follow—“ The boy shifted his weight just a bit. His gaze looked even colder. And there was this slight, subtle motion the kid did with his staff; it was just a minor shift in the spot he rested it in, but somehow, Saadiq couldn’t help but get the chills when he did it. Ashe looked nervous. The ex-guildsman swore he heard her gulp.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you that you are foreigners in our land. Not only that, but you have killed one of our Gods. These two facts alone do not work in your favor at all.” The tiniest smile worked itself upon Neir’s face. Sadie almost shat himself.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll come…I can’t vouch for them though.”
“They’ll come. Trust me.” The mysterious youth spoke with confidence as he walked past them all towards the south. “Our village isn’t far from here, we should have no problem making it back just before sundown.” Saadiq looked up; it couldn’t be any later than noon! He sighed.
“That’s….not a short walk. Is it?”
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Though when the colosuss shook his leg to rid the Swing Kids, its attempt was utterly futile, for the swing kids kept going up the beast's leg until it howled and the rain of black blood hit the ground with a thunder.
"Clyde?" Bonnie shouted over the grumbling of the creature and stopped climbing, allowing her other to catch up to her.
"What...is it.. Bonnie my dear? Clyde panted, now standing on the same ledge as his partner. "Why's everyone tring to kill the tower?" She responded with a little bit of confusion in her voice, reaching down under her dress and pulled out the grenade launcher from hiding.
"I have no idea my dear..." He remarked, pulling a sword from his coat and the both of them froze under the last cry of the collosus before it started to waver.
When luckily, all of a sudden, a cloud swept them off the leg of the beast. The eccentric swing kids looked down below them at the fluffy mass of the cloud and clyde scooped up a little bit with his free hand.
"Clyde?" She whispered ever so slightly, mesmerized by the little bit of cloud in his hands, poking the soft thing as well before grabbing it
"Are we standing on a cloud?
"I think...so." He said dumbstruck looking down on the fluffy white platform they were standing on before the two looked at each other with a wide grin on their face.
The colossus looked like it was going to fall but kept it's balence with it's giant bludgeon of a weapon, glaring at the target with it's blue beady eyes.
At the same moment The Swing Kids eyes fell upon the third person on the cloud, Revenant, and they almost on instinct raised their weapons then put it down again to whisper to each other.
"Clyde?" She whispered in a very solomn voice.
"What is my dear?" He whispered back; their eyes still on the stranger.
"Is that Zeus?" She whispered back confused.
Well he was ON a cloud and seemingly CAME DOWN from the sky...but he didn't hurl thunder bolts or have a long white beard...
"I don't think so Bonnie my dear." Clyde whispered back when the cloud finally hit the ground, now seeing Lichelle and Saddiq but more concered with the Ice Wraiths then the sudden quake of the collosus dropping.
After the quake they concealed their weapons back into their original hiding spots, Clyde's sword back in it's coat pocket, and Bonnie's grenade launcher back underneath her dress.
"It was our honour!" Clyde said, tiping the top of his fedora to Saadiq when he thanked them.
"It was the least we can do!" Bonnie said as well, slightly bending her knees and raised the edges of her dress up and back down with her thumb and forefinger like a lady.
Then they both laughed and laughed as Saadiq kept talking, turning ever so slightly to their counterparts, The Ice Wraiths and whispered to them:
"What's he talking about?"
They were interrupted with the sudden fanfare and The Swing Kids both dropped to the ground in surprise.
"She...she has trumpets in her pants!" Clyde pointed up at Lichelle in horror and Bonnie pointed to Clyde in horror.
"You have music coming out you!" She said in amazement and Clyde stopped to listen for the noise coming out of his noise.
"You're right!" Clyde said in amazement then reached down to where the noise had been coming from, hands shuffling around his pants and finally in his pocket as he pulled out the cellphone like object.
"Congratulations! You have earned 3000 points! Stellar Kill! You now have a total of 13000 points!"
Then it stopped dead silent as if it knew that The Swing Kids had seen it. It did, it was the fingerprint identification system at work, and subtle work it did.
The Swing Kids were happy, none the less, by the large smile on their faces and turned to the massive black fire, curious of it's strange work on the collosus. When they were interrupted again, they turned to Neir and overheard nearly everything, cringing on one thing he said.
"Wait...so we killed a God?"Bonnie asked, eyes wide open in surprise.
"We're...Godkillers." Clyde replied, eyes even wider, then turned to Bonnie both smiles on their faces and high-fiving each other.
"Lets go Sir Nier!" They exclaimed with excitement as they goose stepped right behind him, same, classic grins plastered on their faces.
"Clyde?" Bonnie shouted over the grumbling of the creature and stopped climbing, allowing her other to catch up to her.
"What...is it.. Bonnie my dear? Clyde panted, now standing on the same ledge as his partner. "Why's everyone tring to kill the tower?" She responded with a little bit of confusion in her voice, reaching down under her dress and pulled out the grenade launcher from hiding.
"I have no idea my dear..." He remarked, pulling a sword from his coat and the both of them froze under the last cry of the collosus before it started to waver.
When luckily, all of a sudden, a cloud swept them off the leg of the beast. The eccentric swing kids looked down below them at the fluffy mass of the cloud and clyde scooped up a little bit with his free hand.
"Clyde?" She whispered ever so slightly, mesmerized by the little bit of cloud in his hands, poking the soft thing as well before grabbing it
"Are we standing on a cloud?
"I think...so." He said dumbstruck looking down on the fluffy white platform they were standing on before the two looked at each other with a wide grin on their face.
The colossus looked like it was going to fall but kept it's balence with it's giant bludgeon of a weapon, glaring at the target with it's blue beady eyes.
At the same moment The Swing Kids eyes fell upon the third person on the cloud, Revenant, and they almost on instinct raised their weapons then put it down again to whisper to each other.
"Clyde?" She whispered in a very solomn voice.
"What is my dear?" He whispered back; their eyes still on the stranger.
"Is that Zeus?" She whispered back confused.
Well he was ON a cloud and seemingly CAME DOWN from the sky...but he didn't hurl thunder bolts or have a long white beard...
"I don't think so Bonnie my dear." Clyde whispered back when the cloud finally hit the ground, now seeing Lichelle and Saddiq but more concered with the Ice Wraiths then the sudden quake of the collosus dropping.
After the quake they concealed their weapons back into their original hiding spots, Clyde's sword back in it's coat pocket, and Bonnie's grenade launcher back underneath her dress.
"It was our honour!" Clyde said, tiping the top of his fedora to Saadiq when he thanked them.
"It was the least we can do!" Bonnie said as well, slightly bending her knees and raised the edges of her dress up and back down with her thumb and forefinger like a lady.
Then they both laughed and laughed as Saadiq kept talking, turning ever so slightly to their counterparts, The Ice Wraiths and whispered to them:
"What's he talking about?"
They were interrupted with the sudden fanfare and The Swing Kids both dropped to the ground in surprise.
"She...she has trumpets in her pants!" Clyde pointed up at Lichelle in horror and Bonnie pointed to Clyde in horror.
"You have music coming out you!" She said in amazement and Clyde stopped to listen for the noise coming out of his noise.
"You're right!" Clyde said in amazement then reached down to where the noise had been coming from, hands shuffling around his pants and finally in his pocket as he pulled out the cellphone like object.
"Congratulations! You have earned 3000 points! Stellar Kill! You now have a total of 13000 points!"
Then it stopped dead silent as if it knew that The Swing Kids had seen it. It did, it was the fingerprint identification system at work, and subtle work it did.
The Swing Kids were happy, none the less, by the large smile on their faces and turned to the massive black fire, curious of it's strange work on the collosus. When they were interrupted again, they turned to Neir and overheard nearly everything, cringing on one thing he said.
"Wait...so we killed a God?"Bonnie asked, eyes wide open in surprise.
"We're...Godkillers." Clyde replied, eyes even wider, then turned to Bonnie both smiles on their faces and high-fiving each other.
"Lets go Sir Nier!" They exclaimed with excitement as they goose stepped right behind him, same, classic grins plastered on their faces.
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The battle had begun!
There was hardly time for a thought to pass through Jack's head as the creature bore down on him with surprising speed. He knew he had no time to grab his gun and left it go, stretching his hands out in front of him. In seconds it was upon him and, thinking fast, Jack jumped!
The giant was hit hard by the surprisingly solid structure that was the creature's wing. Jack gripped the strange fur(?) covering the wing and held on tight as the beast began ascending yet again. It seemed to tilt a bit in his direction so perhaps even this large creature was having some trouble with his weight. Regardless, Jack knew it was only a matter of time before it began pulling off some maneuvers to get him off.
Moving along the wing, ( a difficult feat with it flapping about) Jack managed to get himself on the bird-like beast's back. Just as he made it and attempted to stand, however, it began turning hard on its right. The thing was doing a barrel roll! Jack grunted and fell forward, gripping the hard ridges on its back as it began quickly turning.
"Calm down!" Jack yelled as if the thing could understand him. As it spun Jack felt his grip slipping. By the time it was nearly upside down Jack's lower body was starting to slide. Suddenly, his hands slipped completely and Jack slipped off the colossus's back entirely!
"DAMMIT!" Jack yelled looking around frantically as his body tumbled down through the air. He barely caught glimpse of the flapping wing on his right and reached out. In a last ditch attempt to avoid falling into the water that was now hundreds of feet below them Jack activated his jet pack and just enough of a boost to reach the fur on the beast's wing again! Grabbing hold hard, Jack held on as it spun around completely, moving on his stomach on the beast's wing as it flapped its wing hard and fast yet again.
"Dammit, there's got to be a way to stop this thing!" Jack looked around for some sort of weak point and spotted, far out on the edge of the wing, some soft spot at the end of its wing. But was it worth the risk? There had to be a way to ground this thing without having to fatally injure it!
There was hardly time for a thought to pass through Jack's head as the creature bore down on him with surprising speed. He knew he had no time to grab his gun and left it go, stretching his hands out in front of him. In seconds it was upon him and, thinking fast, Jack jumped!
The giant was hit hard by the surprisingly solid structure that was the creature's wing. Jack gripped the strange fur(?) covering the wing and held on tight as the beast began ascending yet again. It seemed to tilt a bit in his direction so perhaps even this large creature was having some trouble with his weight. Regardless, Jack knew it was only a matter of time before it began pulling off some maneuvers to get him off.
Moving along the wing, ( a difficult feat with it flapping about) Jack managed to get himself on the bird-like beast's back. Just as he made it and attempted to stand, however, it began turning hard on its right. The thing was doing a barrel roll! Jack grunted and fell forward, gripping the hard ridges on its back as it began quickly turning.
"Calm down!" Jack yelled as if the thing could understand him. As it spun Jack felt his grip slipping. By the time it was nearly upside down Jack's lower body was starting to slide. Suddenly, his hands slipped completely and Jack slipped off the colossus's back entirely!
"DAMMIT!" Jack yelled looking around frantically as his body tumbled down through the air. He barely caught glimpse of the flapping wing on his right and reached out. In a last ditch attempt to avoid falling into the water that was now hundreds of feet below them Jack activated his jet pack and just enough of a boost to reach the fur on the beast's wing again! Grabbing hold hard, Jack held on as it spun around completely, moving on his stomach on the beast's wing as it flapped its wing hard and fast yet again.
"Dammit, there's got to be a way to stop this thing!" Jack looked around for some sort of weak point and spotted, far out on the edge of the wing, some soft spot at the end of its wing. But was it worth the risk? There had to be a way to ground this thing without having to fatally injure it!
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"Clyde?" She whispered in a very solomn voice. "What is my dear?" He whispered back; their eyes still on the stranger. "Is that Zeus?" She whispered back confused.
...Twitch...
Revenant glared angrily at the two sitting beside him on the cloud. He wasn't actualy sure whether he should be annoyed or amused by their comment, but he made sure that only annoyance showed on the outside. He tried to think of the reasoning behind the girl's question. True, he had been on the cloud, but he looked nothing like the god of storms. Even if he did, for them to even believe for a second that the divine being would waste his time in a game like this meant that their issues ran deeper than one would assume.
Thankfully, they weren't quite as stupid as they came across. Realizing that he wasn't who they thought he was, they seemed to relax a bit more. There was no time for anything else to be said, ad the cloud touched down on the ground, letting them off. Rev quickly abandoned the two crazies and walked back over to Lichelle, waving lazily to the collapsed body of the colossus as if to say "Is that good enough for you?” Lichelle smiled at him, and stood up on her toes to ruffle his hair. "Mhmm, you did a great job Revy. That's my good boy." Her words caused him to scowl, but the slightest flush of his face hinted more to his true feelings.
Both of the wraiths flinched when music suddenly hit their ears. The tune was annoying at best, and seemed to be coming from each of the contestants who were here. Lichelle took the PiNG out of her belt pocket, seeing the notice of their reward flashing across the screen. They weren't that interested in the score this early in the game, so she quickly replaced it, finding more interest in the fact that Saadiq seemed to have lost his own PiNG in the first few minutes of the game.
Then, as if fate was giving them no time to relax before startling them with something else, the corpse of the giant burst into flames. The others were shocked by this chain of events, but it was not the first time that Rev and Lich had seen such an event. Still, their faces visibly darkened as they watched the flames. Saadiq had already paid his respects to the beast, but it was only now that Lichelle walked forward, knealing in front of the blaze closer than one normally would to an open flame. "Your soul is free, great giant. Do not linger here in this damned world; let your essence rise above and be enveloped in the shining beyond. May you find your redemption there."
It was an adapted version of an Eden prayer that Lich had adopted in her afterlife. Rev didn’t come up to the body like Lich did, but he bowed his head towards the beast and whispered his own prayer in demonspeak. "Azhir uval nutarus. Azhir mudas ethanul. Dalektharu il dask daku. Riftuuz e thara samanar utamus. Elas umanes azarathan rakas ibna." Roughly, that translated to "Let this scar signify the first blow against the mortal world. From his seal shall arise the doom of men, who, in their arrogance, sought to wield his fire as their own. Blindly they build their kingdoms upon his stolen knowledge and conceit. But soon they shall be consumed by the very flame they sought to control." Although, Revenant's grasp of demonic language was sorely limited, so the true meaning may not have been quite like that. It was a dark prayer, but it was the only one Rev could bring himself to give now.
Saadiq finally spoke up, expressing his surprise at the flames. What Rev wasn't expecting, however, was for someone to answer to him. He whirled to face the new arrival, immediately trying to see if it was someone who he recognized. However, it wasn't, a fact for which Rev was grateful. The newcomer and Saadiq argued for a few minutes, but eventually it was decided that they would be following the kid to his village. Rev shrugged; he didn't actually care where he went, so long as he got to continue playing the game. What did bother him, however, was that the kid seemed to know that Rev and Lich would come without a fuss. When he looked smugly at Rev, the wraith simply nodded his head and muttered another phrase in demonic. "Shabtir bakh sokhen."
Unlike before, Revenant knew exactly what this saying meant, and he hoped that this kid knew as well. It translated: "The servant bows to the master's authority".
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Up. Down. Up. Down. The gentle motion of flying always calmed her down. Flying aloud her to think, undisturbed, work things out. But for some reason, that wasn't working for her today. She supposed it must have something to do with the fact that she was finally here, participating in Reality Hates You! Already she'd turned down a fight.
Flying high above the rest of the contestants, the vast expanse that was Gigas spread out below, much like the map Sylvia had shown her. She could still see the sight were the battle against the Colossus had taken place. It seamed to be the center of much activity, the monster seamed to be in flames, and a group of contestants were making their way away from it. Trying to picture the map in her mind, she realized that they were more or less headed in the direction of the town. Less work for her if all she had to do was follow.
Nysume readjusted her flight path so that she could keep the group within her sights at all times, yet hopefully remain unnoticed by them. She figured she must be behind, she had been in a single fight yet, nor had interaction with anyone other than her Maestro. She had to laugh at her own stupidity.
"How am I going to find out anything about Gigas, let alone myself, if I don't make an effort?" she didn't know who she was talking to really. But saying her doubts out loud was another thing that calmed her nerves. "At least if I'd fought that thing I had some idea of what I'm up against." With a final sigh at her failures she let herself go into a kind of trance and let flying consume her.
Up. Down. Up. Down. The gentle motion of flying always calmed her down. Flying aloud her to think, undisturbed, work things out. But for some reason, that wasn't working for her today. She supposed it must have something to do with the fact that she was finally here, participating in Reality Hates You! Already she'd turned down a fight.
Flying high above the rest of the contestants, the vast expanse that was Gigas spread out below, much like the map Sylvia had shown her. She could still see the sight were the battle against the Colossus had taken place. It seamed to be the center of much activity, the monster seamed to be in flames, and a group of contestants were making their way away from it. Trying to picture the map in her mind, she realized that they were more or less headed in the direction of the town. Less work for her if all she had to do was follow.
Nysume readjusted her flight path so that she could keep the group within her sights at all times, yet hopefully remain unnoticed by them. She figured she must be behind, she had been in a single fight yet, nor had interaction with anyone other than her Maestro. She had to laugh at her own stupidity.
"How am I going to find out anything about Gigas, let alone myself, if I don't make an effort?" she didn't know who she was talking to really. But saying her doubts out loud was another thing that calmed her nerves. "At least if I'd fought that thing I had some idea of what I'm up against." With a final sigh at her failures she let herself go into a kind of trance and let flying consume her.
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At last they had reached the city. The nameless settlement’s stone streets and buildings were blanketed by the setting sun’s amber moonlight. The canal that cut through the center of town was thick with toxic looking sludge as it cast a stale aroma through it all. Neir was silently leading the group towards the north end of town, he told them that there was a chapel there: that was where they would speak. The architecture of the city, despite being corroded and ruined in many places, still came as a shock to Saadiq. It was very nineteenth century Eden. He had been led to believe that Gigas was all tepees and campfires.
This place wasn’t in The Kid’s database. It looks like it was a battlefield…just what the hell went down?
Looks like he was in for a surprise.
“Neir, was it?” The guildsman spoke out. Neir didn’t say a word, he only nodded. “What’s the story of this place? It looks like a battle happened here…” The boy’s guardian grabbed Saadiq by the shoulder, her face looked somber. Neir stopped his walk and sighed.
“Indeed. A lot of what you see here is from the passage of time. The dulling blocks, rusty metals. But the destroyed homes and shops are recent…and they were all because of her.” The grey eyed boy clinched his fists.
“Who’s her?” Saadiq inquired. Neir continued walking.
“Come, the chapel isn’t far.”
“I really don’t like you.” Saadiq groaned.
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Zak awakened to a number of wrinkled faces peering over him. His wounds were dressed in clean bandages, and the intense pain he once felt had managed to subside. He was confused though; just where the hell was he? The room was quaint to be kind. Dusty looking brick walls, a dimming fireplace, and a rickety looking table made up the scenery of where he was at. The bed Zak was in was rock hard and could barely live up to the name.
“Something is strange in the state of Denmark…” With some effort, Zak heaved himself off the bed, shooing the old men and women out of his way. He wasn’t used to walking again, so he stumbled the first few steps. He was headed for the wooden door at the end of the room. Just as he neared the though, the door swung open. And there stood a woman much to fine to call this dull world home. The Rifter licked his lips in desire. He flashed his canine teeth like an animal threatening its prey.
She was a tall woman. Her figure was reminiscent of a model. Skin dark brown. She had a head a long violet locks that reached down to the middle of her back. Like the rest of her people, she wore a robe, but her’s was black and much more tight fitting. A set of wine colored eyes served to compliment Zak’s own crimson set. She had a regalness that seemed foreign to this world, what with her red stilettos, gold bracelets, and red lipstick. Needless to say, Zak’s interest was officially piqued.
“You must be the leading lady. These are your men that took me in then?” He stepped closer towards her, unintimidated by her tall stature. The woman sent a small smile his way as she crossed her arms.
“That’s right. I am Lady Artemis. I don’t believe you’ve received a proper welcome to our world traveler.” Zak was impressed—she knew that he wasn’t from Gigas. Most underdeveloped dimensions would be oblivious to the fact that worlds aside from their own existed. “You must be surprised. ‘How does she know that I’m not from here?’” The sound of the woman’s heavy heels clicked against the wooden floor; she was bridging the gap between herself and Zak.
“Hah. How’d you know?”
“I’m insightful. We aren’t ignorant here. My people know full well that we aren’t the only world out in this…Wasteland, you call it?” Artemis’ tone was almost mocking him. Zak called her bluff by laughing it off.
“You’ve done your homework. So, you gonna quit bullshitting and come out with it?”
Artemis’ cackled. She was bemused by Zak’s behavior. It was so much different from the people of Gigas that she was used to!
“In due time…for now…just sit. You might be interested in what I have to tell you.”
- - -
The group had finally reached the chapel. It was a shanty place that was just a shadow of its former beauty. Stained glass windows had been shattered, rafters were hanging. The marble tiles had been uprooted, and even the organ had been busted. Still though, the attendants scurrying through its dusty hallways granted echoes of life to the ruin.
Neir led them through the main hall and towards an altar. The altar was a single golden torch, surrounded by broken statues of massive beasts: colossi. Each statue was holding its own torch, each one unlit. Ashe, nears caretaker, joined them then. She held a torch of her own, which she coated in flames from the main torch. She then lit each statue with her light.
“My name is Seeker Neir—Seeker is my title. Welcome to Gigas.” Now standing before them, the Seeker bowed. “Before I tell you why I brought you here…does anyone have anything they would like to say, or ask of me? We will be here for quite some time.”
This place wasn’t in The Kid’s database. It looks like it was a battlefield…just what the hell went down?
Looks like he was in for a surprise.
“Neir, was it?” The guildsman spoke out. Neir didn’t say a word, he only nodded. “What’s the story of this place? It looks like a battle happened here…” The boy’s guardian grabbed Saadiq by the shoulder, her face looked somber. Neir stopped his walk and sighed.
“Indeed. A lot of what you see here is from the passage of time. The dulling blocks, rusty metals. But the destroyed homes and shops are recent…and they were all because of her.” The grey eyed boy clinched his fists.
“Who’s her?” Saadiq inquired. Neir continued walking.
“Come, the chapel isn’t far.”
“I really don’t like you.” Saadiq groaned.
- - -
Zak awakened to a number of wrinkled faces peering over him. His wounds were dressed in clean bandages, and the intense pain he once felt had managed to subside. He was confused though; just where the hell was he? The room was quaint to be kind. Dusty looking brick walls, a dimming fireplace, and a rickety looking table made up the scenery of where he was at. The bed Zak was in was rock hard and could barely live up to the name.
“Something is strange in the state of Denmark…” With some effort, Zak heaved himself off the bed, shooing the old men and women out of his way. He wasn’t used to walking again, so he stumbled the first few steps. He was headed for the wooden door at the end of the room. Just as he neared the though, the door swung open. And there stood a woman much to fine to call this dull world home. The Rifter licked his lips in desire. He flashed his canine teeth like an animal threatening its prey.
She was a tall woman. Her figure was reminiscent of a model. Skin dark brown. She had a head a long violet locks that reached down to the middle of her back. Like the rest of her people, she wore a robe, but her’s was black and much more tight fitting. A set of wine colored eyes served to compliment Zak’s own crimson set. She had a regalness that seemed foreign to this world, what with her red stilettos, gold bracelets, and red lipstick. Needless to say, Zak’s interest was officially piqued.
“You must be the leading lady. These are your men that took me in then?” He stepped closer towards her, unintimidated by her tall stature. The woman sent a small smile his way as she crossed her arms.
“That’s right. I am Lady Artemis. I don’t believe you’ve received a proper welcome to our world traveler.” Zak was impressed—she knew that he wasn’t from Gigas. Most underdeveloped dimensions would be oblivious to the fact that worlds aside from their own existed. “You must be surprised. ‘How does she know that I’m not from here?’” The sound of the woman’s heavy heels clicked against the wooden floor; she was bridging the gap between herself and Zak.
“Hah. How’d you know?”
“I’m insightful. We aren’t ignorant here. My people know full well that we aren’t the only world out in this…Wasteland, you call it?” Artemis’ tone was almost mocking him. Zak called her bluff by laughing it off.
“You’ve done your homework. So, you gonna quit bullshitting and come out with it?”
Artemis’ cackled. She was bemused by Zak’s behavior. It was so much different from the people of Gigas that she was used to!
“In due time…for now…just sit. You might be interested in what I have to tell you.”
- - -
The group had finally reached the chapel. It was a shanty place that was just a shadow of its former beauty. Stained glass windows had been shattered, rafters were hanging. The marble tiles had been uprooted, and even the organ had been busted. Still though, the attendants scurrying through its dusty hallways granted echoes of life to the ruin.
Neir led them through the main hall and towards an altar. The altar was a single golden torch, surrounded by broken statues of massive beasts: colossi. Each statue was holding its own torch, each one unlit. Ashe, nears caretaker, joined them then. She held a torch of her own, which she coated in flames from the main torch. She then lit each statue with her light.
“My name is Seeker Neir—Seeker is my title. Welcome to Gigas.” Now standing before them, the Seeker bowed. “Before I tell you why I brought you here…does anyone have anything they would like to say, or ask of me? We will be here for quite some time.”
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Circling high above the ground Nysume could make out the pary she'd been following, they were moving more slowly now that they had arrived at their destination. Folding her wings in a way that would allow her to drop quickly to the ground she landed in the shadow of a massive stone building, apparently the chapel. She took a mental note to remember its location, centrality it would be a point of interest later on. For now though she wanted to find the others, it was about time she had some interaction with the other contestants.
Walking down the old stone streets Nysume could begin to really get a feeling for what Gigas was like. The city was so different then what she was used to, and so much felt the same. It was an eerie feeling walking down those streets, she couldn't place why, but she felt like she had been here before. Skirting around some more buildings, Nysume could just make out the other party, and they appeared to be headed in the direction she's she come from. For a moment she felt stuck, this could be her chance to finally make something happen, on the other hand doing her own thing could allow her to find out things the other contestants didn't know. It could also majorly affect her chances of knowing what she was supposed to do now that she was there. Sighing she made her way quickly after the group as they had made progress as she wondered what to do.
She followed at a distance until they reached the chapel. The group entered, she stayed behind. A chill went down her spine as she looked once more at the building. She felt a memory trying to push its way to the surface, but it couldn't. But now she was sure she had been here before.
Circling high above the ground Nysume could make out the pary she'd been following, they were moving more slowly now that they had arrived at their destination. Folding her wings in a way that would allow her to drop quickly to the ground she landed in the shadow of a massive stone building, apparently the chapel. She took a mental note to remember its location, centrality it would be a point of interest later on. For now though she wanted to find the others, it was about time she had some interaction with the other contestants.
Walking down the old stone streets Nysume could begin to really get a feeling for what Gigas was like. The city was so different then what she was used to, and so much felt the same. It was an eerie feeling walking down those streets, she couldn't place why, but she felt like she had been here before. Skirting around some more buildings, Nysume could just make out the other party, and they appeared to be headed in the direction she's she come from. For a moment she felt stuck, this could be her chance to finally make something happen, on the other hand doing her own thing could allow her to find out things the other contestants didn't know. It could also majorly affect her chances of knowing what she was supposed to do now that she was there. Sighing she made her way quickly after the group as they had made progress as she wondered what to do.
She followed at a distance until they reached the chapel. The group entered, she stayed behind. A chill went down her spine as she looked once more at the building. She felt a memory trying to push its way to the surface, but it couldn't. But now she was sure she had been here before.
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Bonnie & Clyde
"Oh wow!" *poke* *poke* "Oh Darling I've never seen a glob-blob thingy!"
Nysume Dragonbane
The years teach much which the days never knew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lichelle Everwynd
"His heart's still warm, I assure you...it's just hard to see it through all of that bitterness."
Liam D'Angelou
"Roll up, roll up."
Allyster Nightingale
This bitch bites.
Zak Darkmare
"You should feel honored. Your death will be allowed to grace a page within my grand Sonnet! I'll use your blood as the ink."
Tempo-45
"This is so much fun!"
Revenant Frostbourne
"It took me being frozen to death to see how cold the world actually was...I don't intend to lean any other lesson the hard way."
Saadiq Leonardo Marcel
"Sheesh...I just can't get a break, can I?"
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Lichelle Everwynd
"His heart's still warm, I assure you...it's just hard to see it through all of that bitterness."
Bonnie & Clyde
"Oh wow!" *poke* *poke* "Oh Darling I've never seen a glob-blob thingy!"
Tempo-45
"This is so much fun!"
Saadiq Leonardo Marcel
"Sheesh...I just can't get a break, can I?"
Revenant Frostbourne
"It took me being frozen to death to see how cold the world actually was...I don't intend to lean any other lesson the hard way."
Zak Darkmare
"You should feel honored. Your death will be allowed to grace a page within my grand Sonnet! I'll use your blood as the ink."
Liam D'Angelou
"Roll up, roll up."
Nysume Dragonbane
The years teach much which the days never knew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Allyster Nightingale
This bitch bites.
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"Roll up, roll up."
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"Oh wow!" *poke* *poke* "Oh Darling I've never seen a glob-blob thingy!"
Nysume Dragonbane
The years teach much which the days never knew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Allyster Nightingale
This bitch bites.
Revenant Frostbourne
"It took me being frozen to death to see how cold the world actually was...I don't intend to lean any other lesson the hard way."
Lichelle Everwynd
"His heart's still warm, I assure you...it's just hard to see it through all of that bitterness."
Zak Darkmare
"You should feel honored. Your death will be allowed to grace a page within my grand Sonnet! I'll use your blood as the ink."
Tempo-45
"This is so much fun!"
Saadiq Leonardo Marcel
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Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
I've already said why I haven't posted, so don't spam mine! I'm innocent, I swear. On the other hand, if you need help spamming the other players, then perhaps I coulkd assist you with that. It's too early for this to die out, for sure.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Oh, best believe I'm spamming you guys' inboxes very soon. This isn't dying on my watch.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Ok, so I can't really think of anything worthwhile to say, so if I post, it'll just be a filler. For my sake, can you just assume that Lich and Rev just nodded their heads no to Neir's question, and go on with it?
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Hey guys. I apologize for my inactivity the past couple of days. I've been dealing with some real world things; roleplays have been the least of my worries. A post will most certainly be up by wednesday.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Ok, that's fine! Real life first.
Here's a note guys: once the characters reach the city a number of alignment paths will open up. Of course, you don't have to follow any of them. If you want to forge your own way of solving the problems Gigas is facing [which will be made clear soon] be my guest.
Here's a note guys: once the characters reach the city a number of alignment paths will open up. Of course, you don't have to follow any of them. If you want to forge your own way of solving the problems Gigas is facing [which will be made clear soon] be my guest.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Hey sorry for vanishing for a week. I had some stuff I needed to take care of. Anyways, I don't have time to write a reply to the roleplay tonight, but I think I'll have done something by Sunday.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
My Character is new and all, but by the sounds of it you want us to kind of do an intro for our guys?
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
And for the kill of one titan of the dead lands, the Ice Wraiths, The Swing Kids, and the man with the Demon Eye have been awarded the first points of the game! Plus 3000 for those guys.
I'm planning on making a OOC page specifically to keep track of point totals.So look out for that.
In other news...sheesh...people are dropping like flies here. DulceMori is out, and Xiphoniii and SharpDressedMan haven't posted in forever. It's not looking good.Many thanks to you guys who are still playing though, seriously.
I'm planning on making a OOC page specifically to keep track of point totals.So look out for that.
In other news...sheesh...people are dropping like flies here. DulceMori is out, and Xiphoniii and SharpDressedMan haven't posted in forever. It's not looking good.Many thanks to you guys who are still playing though, seriously.
Re: [OOC] Reality Hates You!
Aww dude they're beautiful. *tears up*
I'm going to throw a post up tomorrow guys. Anyone got some map making talent in our little crew? I'd be for ever in love with em' if they did me a solid on some of the Dimensions here.
Anyways, in a nutshell, Gigas is made of three continents. The one the Players are on now is the only one left with life, on it you'll find the plains, rivers [that run gray of course] forests of rotting trees, and vast expanses of deserts. This continent is also the largest. The tribes are sprinkled throughout this continent.
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That settlement most of you guys are headed for is the capital. It doesn't have a name anymore as the people believe the God's have deemed the unworthy of even holding the name for it. Its built on top of a river so it has a canal system [the people weren't always so primitive as they are now]. The architecture is all corroded stone and many of the places are falling apart. The town is built on both sides of the river, each side of town is constructed like a half circle. At the far 'end' of town, at the south, there's an old chapel. It's falling apart now, but the townspeople still gather to hold service in name of their Colossus Gods.
Here's the best image I could find. <---- this would be the settlement in its former glory.
I'm going to throw a post up tomorrow guys. Anyone got some map making talent in our little crew? I'd be for ever in love with em' if they did me a solid on some of the Dimensions here.
Anyways, in a nutshell, Gigas is made of three continents. The one the Players are on now is the only one left with life, on it you'll find the plains, rivers [that run gray of course] forests of rotting trees, and vast expanses of deserts. This continent is also the largest. The tribes are sprinkled throughout this continent.
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That settlement most of you guys are headed for is the capital. It doesn't have a name anymore as the people believe the God's have deemed the unworthy of even holding the name for it. Its built on top of a river so it has a canal system [the people weren't always so primitive as they are now]. The architecture is all corroded stone and many of the places are falling apart. The town is built on both sides of the river, each side of town is constructed like a half circle. At the far 'end' of town, at the south, there's an old chapel. It's falling apart now, but the townspeople still gather to hold service in name of their Colossus Gods.
Here's the best image I could find. <---- this would be the settlement in its former glory.
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Meet the Maestros: TAYA AND MAYA
Tara and Maya are a pair of twins born back in Astral. Tara, Ed's Maestro is a rude and crass individual. She envious of the boy's wealth. Maya on the other hand is much more timid and soft spoken. She's afraid of her sister, and the DJ for that matter.
Tara and Maya are a pair of twins born back in Astral. Tara, Ed's Maestro is a rude and crass individual. She envious of the boy's wealth. Maya on the other hand is much more timid and soft spoken. She's afraid of her sister, and the DJ for that matter.
I got my Maestros from DoubleOhSolo_ a while back and I decided to find an image and use his brief summary to give them a vivid picture for this RP. Guess which one is Taya! Which one is Maya! :3
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Well, you could enter the fight against the Colosus that's about to brew up, see my last post. You could also head to a village to get the scoop on what's going on from NPC's controlled by yours truly.
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Hmm, I would post, but I'm not actually sure what to do. We're on Gigas now, correct? But what exactly do we...do? I'm just a bit confused.
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Yeah, finally posted. Took some time O.o
...Oh and the blob is a made up NPC. I'm gonna call him Bob. (Well Bonnie & Clyde are going to call him Bob)
...Oh and the blob is a made up NPC. I'm gonna call him Bob. (Well Bonnie & Clyde are going to call him Bob)
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Annnnd it's started! Annnnd I'm going to bed! My next post will actually be relevant and start to shove us into the action guys.