Post number #192636, ID: 15120f
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>a ''interesting''building rest in flooded with a pink and blue glow coming from the windows. >the building it self looks completely in ruins, one would be unable to discern the original purpose of the structure. >it seems to be abandoned, except for the strange singing that one can hear if they get too close. In the pines~ in the pines~ Where the sun dont ever shine~ >there is only one way in or out and it feels like madness waits beyond its doors.....
Post number #192647, ID: 844982
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>Something moved in the shadows around the building. A human figure, unseen and undetected, sweeped from one shadow to another. >For a split second, if someone were to look exactly where the figure was that moment, they could catch a glimpse of a heavily modified Thompson Contender in the figure's hands. >It kept closing in on the building, like a night predator on a clueless prey.
Post number #192674, ID: 70e1f8
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> The distortion in the sky had moved closer to this area. As had the black camera drones that lowered and began to search around the building. Still they hung around areas at odd angles with low visibility. Probably outfitted with night vision and heat detection sensors. Their user had learned from the last time they'd been shot at...It'd be hard to fire at them at the angles they hovered without giving yourself away.
Post number #192687, ID: b71a51
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>A single figure watches along, with a lit cigarette at its lips "Falschen, rolling out~" >He called to no one in particular before throwing the cigarette away and putting on a mask with three glowing stripes >He drops down and starts advancing towards the building with silent steps and sometimes seemingly dissapear into the night.
Post number #192691, ID: 15120f
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>meanwhile inside the building... >2 figures stand in a room. 'god dammit man why!?!? Why would you do this?!?' 'because...' >a machine creates a ping noise. 'it looks like you have guests... This isnt over...' 'when is it ever....' >the first figure taps a device on his neck. >in a flash of green light,he is gone. 'now to prepare for my unwanted guests..' >back outside... >>192674 >a few drones are shot down via missiles
Post number #192701, ID: 844982
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>Meanwhile the figure from before finally reached the building, using missiles explosions as a distraction. It was a moderately tall male figure, clad into slim, armored EVA suit. On man's back was a backpack and two oxygen tanks. Stylised gray skull was drawn on his helmet's faceplate. >He took a look at the obviously trapped entrance, and started slapping 4 shaped detonation packs from his backpack on to the wall. >"Anyone retarded enough to take that entrance can go first."
Post number #192702, ID: 15120f
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>>192701 >(sadly, said trapped entrance is the only way in.)
Post number #192703, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen keeps advancing into the night, unseen, and goes to the roof tops, before spotting the armored figure and approaching
Post number #192708, ID: 844982
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>Sadly, said entrance is the only way in. Yet. >Figure sets the charges up to 13 seconds, and then runs for it, diving for cover behind some rubble at the same time charges chew chunk of the wall away in a loud explosion.
Post number #192710, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192691 > Due to the odd placement of the drones a few of the missiles couldn't hit their mark without hitting parts of the building first. For example one of the missiles skidded against the side of the abandoned building's walls. It exploded before it could hit the drone. Another one was practically right up against the building containing the figures and thus caused a huge hole to be blasted open all for the sake of that drone.
Post number #192715, ID: 15120f
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>>192708 >the figure blows open a hole in the wall. >inside looks to be what remains of a large corp building lobby, the original entrance can be seen. >all around the lobby music boxes can be seen. >they each play different tune, each rather sleep inducing.
Post number #192719, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen drops down from the roof and passes right by the powersuited figure "Thanks for the hole mate!" >He says as he advances in the lobby with a quick pace
Post number #192721, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192715 The familiar black drone with the shiney sheen, able to see in all directions, slowly hovers into visual range of the building where all the explosions occurred. It reacted to the signal loss of those drones which were lost. It hovered in the open for a moment as if orienting itself.
Post number #192733, ID: a3b3cb
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>>192719 >some of the music boxes explode. >a thick green gas fills the room it seems to deteriorate faslchens armor. >the gas is so thick one cant even see the tip of their nose. >>192721 >a missile is shot at the drone.
Post number #192734, ID: 98b7a9
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>Just then, a fuschia colored lightrail was seen barrelling towards the building! >Off of it dismounted a figure in fuschia colored White Knight power armor, with a familiar fedora over the helmet. She quickly jumped off of the bike in mid-air, as it parked itself behind the building in the sky, and she rolled into the hole in the building next to Falschen as she grabbed her Electrostatic-Club. "Fancy seeing you here." >She pulls out her Tungsten-taser and stands up.
Post number #192735, ID: 4476ab
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>>192734 >Falschen takes out his gigantic broadsword and laughs "Hey I know that hat, funny to see you here Fuschia, you want in on the fun I supose!" >He says, laughing all the while
Post number #192737, ID: 98b7a9
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>She observes the gas, and sees that it is rusting her armor very quickly. "Shit!" >She then thinks for but a moment, before charging her club as much as she can and throwing it at the ceiling! >The buildup of static electricity was enough to cave a hole into the roof above them, and she turned to Falschen. "Wanna give me a lift? I'll jump up there and pull you up after me."
Post number #192739, ID: 4476ab
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>>192737 >He simply grabs FF and jumps up, his powersuit whirring to life with a bang as both of them jump "I dont need a lift, got my self some fancy froggy legs, my daughter loves that trick" >He says smugly
Post number #192741, ID: 98b7a9
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>She smirks before she begins to observe the room. "We'll only have a little time before that gas comes up here too. We need to go." >She looks around.
Post number #192745, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192733 The missile strikes the drone and cracks its thick shielding with its explosion. As a result the drone dipped in the air awkwardly and with failing micro thrusters turned and crashed into a nearby support where it fell down like a discarded basketball. The strong smell of burning acryllic fills the air where it's fallen. Looks like it's broken...but yet still records?
Post number #192748, ID: a3b3cb
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>>192739>>192741 >they land in what looks to be a office floor. >the gas soon follows >the place is degraded >a large swarm of small drones hone in on the two vigilantes.
Post number #192750, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen throws his mantle towards the drone and screams loudly in german before a large shotgun is brought out by his unoccupied hand, he shoots the drones in a burst of auto fire before running ahead "Follow me, that gas wont stay there forever, and I just got my new suit repaired!"
Post number #192754, ID: a3b3cb
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>>192750 >the gas rushes in along with more drones. >the drones explode into more of the green gas when destroyed. >each of the drones fire type F heat lazers at the vigilantes.
Post number #192756, ID: 844982
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>Man outside calmly waited, as first Falschen, and then Fedora entered the building. He kept sipping energy drink through the small dispenser inside his helmet. >He then walked up to the hole in the lobby, and, remembering informator's words about pink gas being nanomachines in origin, threw inside two EMP grenades to check, if the same was the case with the green gas as well.
Post number #192758, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen clicks his tongue and laughs "Fucking hell mate, but little shiba lasers wont damage this armor of mine, you'd need a fucking orbital strike! But that gas is a fucking whore! CLOSE YOUR EYES FUSCHIA" >He screams before a few pellets get released from his suit
Post number #192760, ID: a3b3cb
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>>192756 >the gas remains.
Post number #192761, ID: 98b7a9
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>Fuschia quickly ran through the office floor to the back of the room, away from the drones. She found a door that was locked, and she shot the door handle with her Tungsten-taser, blowing it off as she opened it and yelled to Falschen. "COME ON, QUICKLY!"
Post number #192764, ID: 4476ab
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>>192761 >The pellets start detonating, releasing a burning phosporus compound which covered the surroundings with a gigantic flash of light and conflicting heat sources! >He runs after FF while laughing "Ah its good to be back in action! Lets finish this up!"
Post number #192765, ID: 844982
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>Man outside shrugged, and then threw an incendinary grenade inside. If anything, pink gas burned alright.
Post number #192766, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192756 A black drone has flies next to the man. It managed to slip by while its larger 'brother' drone was attacked by the missile setup. On its surface it shows a map in micro pixel LEDs that each of the destroyed drones had sent back to the cloud. It was able to provide information where where the missiles were coming from. An exchange for an exchange obviously.
Post number #192769, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192764>FF slammed the door behind her and Falschen as she heard the sounds of drones firing at it. It likely wouldn't last long. "We can't stop moving, we need to find these guys and get out." >Her club was fully charged once again, and she began to search the room.
Post number #192770, ID: a3b3cb
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>>192761>>192764 >beyond the door is a long hallway with seemingly no end. >the walls look like they cant be destroyed. >all across the hallway small ruined childrens dolls are scattered about. >the walls have a black goo coming off of them
Post number #192773, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen sighs "Oh great now its goo, my favorite" >He looks around before heatsinks activate inside the suit, making a small cloud of smoke "Any plan Fedora?"
Post number #192780, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192770>She begins to observe her surroundings. "..." >She sees the dolls and the goo. "..." >She sees the hallway, and the lack of an end of it. She knew that the building was not that large, considering she saw the outside of it as she flew there. "..."
"...This is an illusion."
>She stands still for just a moment, and then turns back to the door they entered in. >She no longer heard the lasers. >She opened the door. If her guess was right...
Post number #192781, ID: 844982
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>>192766 >The man looked up at the drone, slightly confused as to whether little guy expected him to destroy all the missile launchers or a help getting in. >After thinking for a bit, he opened his backpack and pointed the drone to it. There was barely enough place for it to fit, the rest filled with a dozen grenades and multiple boxes of ammo.
Post number #192789, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192781 The drone slips into the backpack and its cameras shut off. Its audio input receivers increase greatly in sensitivity and the drone begins to act as an encrypted tracking beacon to the distortion outside. A synthetic voice speaks from the backpack :
> 'I am watching the entire building from the outside. I will keep tabs on the openings for any attempts to escape. If it comes down to it, I will also attempt to scout rooms out for you.'
Post number #192793, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192780 >the door is gone, as if it was never there. >the goo begins to cover the floor. >the dolls start laughing
Post number #192795, ID: 4476ab
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>>192780 >Falschen shrugs "I though we were playing by pokemon laws now though?" >He laughs at his own joke before adding "Yeah no shit, lets fuck off out of it though"
Post number #192797, ID: 844982
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>Not sure in which direction to nod, the man in EVA suit nodded to himself, and closed backpack. >He took off a small grappling hook from his belt, and ran into the burning lobby, specifically following the steps of Falschen.
Post number #192798, ID: 98b7a9
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"...I guess we're here to see whatever it is they want to show us." >She sighed. This was an area of expertise she was all too familiar with. The fact that this gas was talking like a Mother in the first place showed odd parallel's to Fuschia Fedora's own life. She didn't quite understand how the coincedence could be there, as there was no way anybody would know about her mental illness, and yet she kept a close eye on everything, in the case that her own mind made things worse.
Post number #192799, ID: 98b7a9
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>Sanity, and the loss of it, was something FF knew a little too much about. "This goo is likely going to make things worse..." >She leaned down and scooped a little bit of it into her hand, to see what happened. She also picked up one of the dolls. "Please don't fucking bite me or do some crazy shit..." >She spoke, though she expected the worst.
Post number #192801, ID: 4476ab
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>>192798 >Falschen's suit whirred into action again as he started walking forward, gears clunking along the way "Lets go then, Cant wait to see the end of this fucking corridor"
Post number #192803, ID: 844982
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>As the man downstairs stopped under the hole, he threw the hook upwards, and quickly pulled himself up, his suit's exo-muscles allowing him to travers the distance in a couple dozen seconds. >He rolled over as he got up, and looked around. Noting an obvious path of destruction, and remembering all-too-well the mines in the lobby, he continued to re-trace both vigilante's steps, quickly making up the distance.
Post number #192806, ID: ab4865
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>>192799 >the corridor somehow widens. >the dolls cobble themselves together forging a disturbed aberration of a machine shaped like a spider. >it lets out a pained roar as if saying 'please, please kill me' >it attacks the vigilantes. >the goo starts to emit a green gas.
Post number #192807, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen looks at the spiders "Yuck spidey boy, annoying fucker" >Falschen snaps his sword at the ready and in a broad strike and with his suit's gear powering up attacks the spider thing
Post number #192808, ID: 844982
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>Man in EVA suit finally reaches the door both vigilantes hid behind. He took out his Contender, broke it open, loaded armor-piercing round inside, and then slammed the door open with his leg. He immediately took aim into the entrance, which led...
Post number #192809, ID: 98b7a9
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>She drops the goo just as the doll is sucked out of her hand and flies towards the spider amalgamation. "This reminds me of something I'd see in Bloodborne 2..." >She quickly fires her Tungsten-Taser at it 4 times, firing 4 shotgun slug rounds of electrically-charged Tungsten rods that would pierce the thing and shock it.
Post number #192810, ID: ab4865
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>>192808 >back outside? >something is clearly wrong with this place.
Post number #192814, ID: 844982
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>"Oh great. Cognitohazard." >Man turned information re-rendering systems inside his helmet to introduce random hash-noise into all data he obtains from the outside, and took another look at the entrance that definitely should not have led outside.
Post number #192815, ID: ab4865
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>>192807>>192809 >nothing happens to the thing. >it then stands perfectly still. >the room shifts again. >now they are in a school classroom. >there are children and a teacher. >it looks like the children are listening to the teacher read them a story, yet there is nothing in the teachers hand. >a puzzle perhaps.... >the spider spits a green goo at the vigilantes
Post number #192816, ID: ab4865
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>>192814 >it still leads back outside... >what is happening here?
Post number #192819, ID: 844982
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>Just to make sure, 'Skull' takes his grappling hook and throws 'outside'.
Post number #192821, ID: 98b7a9
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>Fuschia rolls out of the way of the goo and reloads her Tungsten-taser. >She observes the surroundings again, and decides that she is going to go into the illusion fully if she wants to beat this thing. >Quickly, she runs to the Teacher's Desk and grabs the teacher, before holding her as a human shield. "You want to shoot me? Do it through your own obstacles."
Post number #192822, ID: a11e13
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>>192819 >it lands outside.
Post number #192823, ID: a11e13
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>>192819 >it lands outside.
Post number #192825, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192816>>192814 > The drone inside of the man's backpack begins to introduce a very loud pitch of noise. This loud noise reverberates around the man's surroundings as the drone floats out of the back and starts scanning how the noise bounces back toward the machine. After at least ten minutes of this the drone starts producing a map of the actual layout around the man...but it's not complete : 5%...20%...35%
Post number #192826, ID: a11e13
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>>192821 >the room resets itself. >the teacher is back where it once was. >the spider spits acid again.
Post number #192830, ID: 844982
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>Man notices the drone's actions, and takes position between it and a new way outside he made.
Post number #192833, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen dodges the goo by stepping sideway and then turns to FF "This some kind of puzzley shit? Im not really good at using my brain in situation like these"
Post number #192837, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192826 (Wait, if the room resets itself, does that mean I go back to where I was before at the start of the room, or that the teacher just disappears and spawns back where she was?)
Post number #192838, ID: a7908b
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>>192833 >the goo lands. >where it lands there is a book labed 'the life of various CEOs' >the spider attacks again
Post number #192839, ID: a7908b
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>>192837 (the latter)
Post number #192842, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192839 (Gotcha.) >>192826>Fuschia dodges the goo once again, and then runs up to the spider and hits it with her Electrostatic-club, fully charged. In real life, this would break ribs if the foe was unarmored, and knock the one attacked backwards around 6-10 feet. Not only that, but because the club is static, it would fry circutry and electronics to a crisp easily.
Post number #192846, ID: a7908b
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>>192842 >the spider disappears into thin air due to the blow. >more dolls apear, this time they combine into a snake. >the snake spits more acid
Post number #192850, ID: 70e1f8
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> 65%...70%...100% > The entire room the man stood was now mapped intricately. Finally the finishing touch? A red dot was displayed where the man stood. If he moved he'd see the dot move to a corresponding square. A soft beep followed to adjust with new adjustments to the surroundings.
Post number #192854, ID: f1a9ee
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>>192850 >a loud ringing was produced. >the map keeps shifting, the original layout, then a library, then a school, it made no sense. >as if the building was... Alive....
Post number #192858, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen slides under the projectile and grabs the book, throwing it to FF "Take it! This is probably our key outta here"
Post number #192862, ID: 98b7a9
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>FF catches the book and begins charging the club again before running behind the teachers desk for cover from the acid. "Can you handle them while I look at this?" >She begins to flip through the pages of the book, holding her taser in hand as she reads.
Post number #192865, ID: 4476ab
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>>192862 >Falschen nods and Strikes the snake with a full blast of his Zweihander and Shotgun
Post number #192868, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192858 >the acid lands. >it dissolves revealing a book named 'the variety of house cats'
Post number #192869, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192865 >the snake gets split in half. >now there are 2 smaller snakes.
Post number #192871, ID: 844982
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>'Skull' looked around, and, clearly neither being able to follow the same path two vigilantes took, or depend on the shifting map, took a closer look around the office floor.
Post number #192874, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192871 >ruined cubicles are scattered around, most likely due to the drone swarm. >there is a different door, it is closed.
Post number #192879, ID: 98b7a9
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>FF began reading the book. >The pages were all...
Post number #192880, ID: 4476ab
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>>192868 >Falschen cocks an eyebrow "Multiplying monsters? Oh lord this is tedious" >He sprays the both of them with the last ammo in his magazine before realoading quickly
Post number #192881, ID: 844982
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>>192874 >Man approached the door, and, after taking a flashbang out of his backpack, readied up and tried to slam the door open.
Post number #192886, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192881 > Around this time a distortion wandered behind the man approaching the door. As if phasing from out of nothing this the feminine figure in the black plug suit, with the micropixeled black helmet walked up behind him. Her feet touched the floor without making noise...and she simply stood there.
Post number #192887, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192881 >the moment his hand nears the door,it disappears as if it was never there. >there is another door. >>192880 >the bullets chip off a large sum of dolls. >they quickly climb back into the beast in wich they form
Post number #192891, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192886 >drones swarm in. >a speaker system boots up. upupup its never that easy. >the drones attack the distortion.
Post number #192893, ID: 98b7a9
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>The pages were empty. "The books aren't anything, Falschen." >Her club now charged again, she looks over the desk. "We need to get to the end of the hall. Screw fighting these guys, they are illusions and will likely just keep coming back. We need to find an exit." >She hops over the desk and begins sprinting down the hall past the snakes.
Post number #192895, ID: 844982
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>Man makes a quick turn around, as he hears the drones, then notices the distortion. He immediately throws his flashbang upwards, and falls on his knee, taking aim at the distortion and reaching for one of the two EMP grenades left.
Post number #192896, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192893 >a voice can be heard what hall? There is none... Solve the puzzle..its rather easy......
Post number #192898, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192895 >the drones disappear, they did their job. >'skull' now knows he is not alone...
Post number #192902, ID: 76c0ee
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>>192895 >the drones disappear, they did their job. >'skull' now knows he is not alone...
Post number #192906, ID: 70e1f8
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>>192891>>192895 > The woman in the black suit respond to neither situations. She is statue still when the visual of the flashbang flying into the air met the 'eyeless' of the micropixeled helmet. The sound of the drones moving in to attack caused no movement---and neither did them suddenly disappearing.
Post number #192909, ID: 70e1f8
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'eyeless gaze'* )
Post number #192910, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192896 >FF turns around to realize she isn't getting any further down the hall tham she was before. "Ugh, this is annoying as fuck." >She looks around. The walls are still pretty.. illusory looking. Everything still is. She begins to think about the riddle she saw earlier on the board. "The children wish to cry in Mother's lap, eh?" >FF runs past the snakes again, as they are seemingly not drawn to her anyway, and she walks over to the children in the classroom.
Post number #192912, ID: 4476ab
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>Faslchen clicks his tongue, and grabs the second book, before throwing it to one of the kids in the room "Enjoy litterature little fella, see I'm super nice" >He then backs off
Post number #192913, ID: 844982
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>As drones disappeared, need for the EMP grenade ceased to be. Instead, man in EVA suit (still having the woman in his sights) took out his final shaped detpack, and slammed it onto the wall behind him. If door wasn't there anymore, he is going to make himself one.
Post number #192916, ID: 98b7a9
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>FF sighs, and steadies her mind. >She then walks in front of the teacher as she reads, and begins addressing the children: "Kids...I am your mother. I need you to listen to me."
Post number #192925, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192912>>192916 >a Child gets hib by a book >they all turn their attention to Fedora. >they each start to cry, not tears but blood. >no sounds of weeping can be heard,save the sound of blood dripping down from the childrens eyes and hitting the ground.
Post number #192926, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192913 >it explodes. >yet the walls are unharmed. >there is another door in the corner.
Post number #192927, ID: 70e1f8
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>A synthetic voice came from the helmet of the woman in black : ' Interesting. It protected you. Though I was never a threat to begin with. ' > Her head turned slowly to take stock of their surroundings. The layout pattern that was on the drone appeared on her helmet also, the same design and odd alterations, as if she were obtaining data from the drone in the man's backpack. > ' It isn't safe to be in here alone. '
Post number #192928, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192925>FF begins to shake. This clearly was more than uncomfortable. "Kids, listen to mommy please. I need you to stop this. I need you to stop crying, and I need you to end this illusion. I believe in you, okay? You're safe here. I...I l-love you all, okay? I just need you to end the illusion for me." >She walks up to the one hit by the book and puts her hand on the child's head, stroking it softly. "I know you can do it. I believe in you. End this illusion, please? For mommy?"
Post number #192930, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192928 >they start talking in unison their voices sound corrupted and broken Yo̸u. ͞Y̶o̸u a̕r͝ę n͜ot̡ ͏m̴o̕th͘ęr.͡.҉.̸. ̛M̀o̵the͜r͡ ͏įs҉ o̸v͜e̵r҉ ̡t͏heŕe réadin̡g ̷us̛ ͝à b͟ǫo̧k̢. ͢Ye͝t shȩ ̢ćąnt ̸de͠c͘ide ͢what ̶b͟o͝ok͘ to r͢e͢a҉d͢. >perhaps the books that forme from the acid is a key to all this..
Post number #192933, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen snaps his fingers "I think we're suposed to make that thing choose a book, the question being, how in the hell we gonna do that?"
Post number #192934, ID: 844982
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>>192927>>192926 >"Oh really? I'll take note." >'Skull' started slowly making his way to the other door, moving sideways to keep the woman in black in his Contender's sights.
Post number #192939, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192933 >the snakes shoot more acid. >they miss.the acid forms a book called 'mothers favorite stories' >>192934 >the door is unlocked. >it leads to a stairwell
Post number #192941, ID: 4476ab
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>Falschen just stops moving "Or... We can wait, yeah, that works too" >He goes for the stair well "Lets just leave, this is some bad high school memory right there"
Post number #192945, ID: 70e1f8
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> The woman and black only moved to remain facing 'Skull' as he started toward the door. As if unafraid of the weapon in his possession she eventually moved to join him. She notably stayed at just the right range so that he could maintain his aim on her without having to adjust. No movement was made in his direction in any particularly threatening way...Yet there was no hesitation.
Post number #192946, ID: ae5a77
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>5 figures appear out of an manhole, sporting EVA systems, and suppressed Rifles. /Echo, you are on your own. Good luck. Out./ >They enter the building via the blown entrance.
Post number #192948, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192939>FF recoils in unease as she hears the children. She hears Falschen. "Y-yeah, sure..." >She sees the book, and then runs to it and grabs it. She runs back to the teacher and almost hands her the book before she hears what Falschen says afterwards. >She hesitates for a moment. "If I give her this book, will it break the illusion?" >She seems to be asking the children.
Post number #192955, ID: f1a9ee
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>>192948 >they give no response. >but they stare expectantly at the book and the Womans empty hand.
Post number #192956, ID: 844982
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>>192945>>192939 >Man in EVA suit walked into the door backwards, and then closed it. He leaned to the stairwell wall to be able to see both the door and the stairwell, which led...
Post number #192957, ID: f1a9ee
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>>192946 >they enter the lobby >there is still a *lot* of acid in the air.
Post number #192959, ID: f1a9ee
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>>192956 >it leads both up and down. >you cannot see the bottom or the roof. >the door disappears behind you
Post number #192960, ID: 4476ab
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(Messed up didnt see the trip code) >Falschen looks at the kid "This is creepy"
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>>192956 Watching the man leave her behind simply stood there watching the door for a moment. She of course went to see if she could open the door and enter that way. She had no intention of leaving 'Skull' to himself...but if he would separate himself from her on his own will..
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"Everyone, enable triple bypass filtering, it should keep it clear of our systems." >The leader of the squad softly says, keeping their noise low, looking around the lobby.
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>>192962 >the door like the other one leads outside the building.
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>>192963 >their armor still degrades, but slowly. >perhaps they find a certain hole in the roof made by a certain someone?
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>>192959 >Man picks up one of the two knives he had on his back, and drops it down the stairs to see how far it will fly.
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>>192967 >minutes pass. >the same knife can be seen falling from one of the higher levels
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>>192966 "2 of you, up there, get going. Rest of you with me." >The leader of the group points to the hole. 2 of the men throw hooks up there, and rappel up.
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> The woman in black simply scans her surroundings for another door. Since they'd been consistently appearing---either another would simply present itself or something else would happen. The face of her visage-less helmet turns toward the voices of other entrants...but for now her form cloaks itself. May as well observe until another opening presents itself.
Post number #192975, ID: 98b7a9
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>>192955>Fuschia smirks at the kids, with their bloody eyes. "You know what? I don't *have* to do this." >She drops the book in front of the teacher on the ground. "I know some of you fuckers behind this are watching whatever is going on. I know this is all fake, that it's all an illusion. And I don't have to play along if I don't want to." >She then quickly shoots one of the children in the head with her taser gun! "Before we do what you say, its time for you to do what we say."
Post number #192980, ID: 98b7a9
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>She smiles, and reloads her gun. "Frankly, I am not a fan of your little drug-induced game. It isn't impressive, anybody can make a simple hallucinogen. Ever heard of LSD before?" >She then shoots another one of the kids in the head! "I know what I am *supposed* to do. I've solved your riddle. The question is, what the fuck are YOU gonna do, if I DON'T do it?" >She shoots a third child in the head! "I don't like being drugged and taken captive. I am done with your game."
Post number #192983, ID: 98b7a9
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"And before I move ANY further, or do ANYTHING else you want me to do, you need to give me an honest reason to, otherwise I'm a patient person, and I can honestly just sit here and wait until whatever drug this is wears off. Your choice! Give me something real, I'm waiting."
Post number #192984, ID: 844982
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>>192969 >Seeing his knife return from up top, 'Skull' snatched it from the air and put back into the sheath on his back. >He starts going up the stairs.
Post number #192985, ID: 98b7a9
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>She shoots the last child in the head and then smacks the teacher with her charged club! She sits right on the teachers desk, and reloads her taser.
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>>192980 "I hear shouting from here. Go." >3 of the men approach the same hallway
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>>192983 >Falschen whistles "Whew, remind me to never piss you off, but you got a point, fuck this guy" >He goes lver to the beast and slices it once more
Post number #192994, ID: a240f5
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>a loud voice can be heard. very well then, VERY WELL. >everyone is somehow knocked unconscious. >they all wake up in a smaller lobby. >there is a sign indicating that this is the third floor.
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>>192994 (Everyone as in...everyone, or just me and Falschen?)
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("everyone is somehow knocked unconcious" sorry to break it to you OP, but that was ... You need more experience yeah?"
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>>192996 (yes all parties) >>192997 (even i admit i need some yeah, Soo ya got any suggestions? Im willing to hear em)
Post number #193002, ID: 90b7d4
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>>192996 (yes all parties) >>192997 (even i admit i need some yeah, Soo ya got any suggestions? Im willing to hear em)
Post number #193003, ID: ae5a77
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>>193001>>192997 (I got you fams.) >All the children begin running at the various parties, ripping their tubing or helmets off, forcing people to take gulps of air.
Post number #193006, ID: 844982
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(Well, suggestion number one is to never play the Rock Falls Party Dies move on players when the plot gets de-railed. I know it is frustrating when that happens, but you are not writing a book — you are hosting a game, and players not always will want to follow your plot. Playing around it is essential for a successefull DM.)
Post number #193007, ID: 90b7d4
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>>193003 (guess that works. Sorry for my nooby-ness)
Post number #193008, ID: 844982
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(Also there are no children nearby 'Skull', and he has grenades.)
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>>193006 (Yup, and dont force actions, keep yourself open, leave some backdoors you know? Dont take this too harshly, most starting GMs get those issues)
Post number #193010, ID: 5bbe64
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(be more cinematic and descriptive in the form of writing. For one thing.)
Post number #193011, ID: 5bbe64
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>>193003 (This isn't to good either. Grabbing the GM's characters and forcing actions as two redflags)
Post number #193012, ID: 90b7d4
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(wow das lota tips Thanks.. Hmm let me rewrite that then...) >a pink gas floods in >due to prior exposure to the acid gas everyone who was in the main lobby was affected by it.
Post number #193013, ID: 98b7a9
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(Well fuck dude, I didn't mean to derail the game, I figured they'd respawn like they did before and maybe I'd hear somebody over a loudspeaker tell me I'll never get out unless I do the thing or something. I didn't think it was gonna like, ruin everything, since you did have the teacher just respawn before...I was just trying to see if I could get a reaction from people outside the illusion. I guess I got one, lol. Look dude, you're doing okay so far, you get my props.)
Post number #193015, ID: a283d5
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(Keep tryin your best~ This is fun to follow~ -Evening)
Post number #193016, ID: d25e53
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(We cant kill kids is this Skyrim??? No but so far its okay, juat a lil rough around the edges but enjoyable nonetheless)
Post number #193017, ID: 90b7d4
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>>193012 >they all wake up in a unfamiliar room. >the letter 3 is etched into one of the walls. >there are some broken windows one could reach out of them without any hassles >if one looks outside the building is no longer in flooded. >the veiw shifts uptown,neon,temple,outskits, shifting with no rhyme or reason. >what is going on?
Post number #193018, ID: 90b7d4
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>>193012>>193017 (does that work?)
Post number #193019, ID: 844982
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>>193018 (Way more details, interactable stuff in the location — yes, this is better.)
Post number #193023, ID: 90b7d4
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>the first to wake would be...?
Post number #193025, ID: 98b7a9
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(I mean...I'm not gonna complain with this route because it seems like the other people in the building were kinds running out of stuff to do, but I am gonna say that I was gonna end up giving the teacher the book anyway. The goal of my action wasn't to derail the story, it eas to see if I coukd actually break through the illusion and talk to somebody on the outside of it. It didn't really need to go this far. You're doing okay so far but try not to overreact or overcompensate -FF)
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>Falschen groans and starts gettinf back up slowly, the powersuit whirring to life "God damn, another one for the record of golden rules, number 576: Killing kids is never a good plan, expect smoke"
Post number #193027, ID: 98b7a9
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"Ugh...my head..." >FF wakes up, sprawled out on the floor as she sits up, yawns, and looks around her. >Then she sees where she is, and quickly stands up in fear, grabbing her taser gun and club from next to her. "Where the fuck...What...What happened?" >The memories of her place before this begin to come back. "We were...In the classroom...What...What the hell? Who are these people?" >She thought to herself one question: How many of these people are actually real?
Post number #193032, ID: d25e53
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>Falschen gets up completely and looks around "Make that teleportation, what in the hell?" >He starts coughing and looks outside "What the fuck?"
Post number #193033, ID: 21b8e0
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"We are Friendly, for one." >The Leader of Echo speaks out, still lying on the floor, as the rest of the team gets up. "Everyone alright?" "What was that?" "We should probably swap out our filters..."
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>'Skull' w o k e up, but wasn't in too much of a hurry to move. The fact he was lying on the floor meant his suit had a breach after all, and, being at such disadvantage could prove lethal. He had to get out and quick. >But for now he kept lying on the floor, sipping his energy drink through the internal dispenser and thinking of ways to get out of the mess he got himself into.
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>>193033 >Falschen turns to Echo "Well, isnt it nice meeting you fine fellows here, came for the view?" >He laughs at his own joke
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>>193035 "Funny. Maybe you should have gone in to comedy, it would be safer for the kid." >The Leader, Tale, snakrs back at her. "Alright everyone, swap filters, every 10 minutes." >Tale says, swapping his own filter, as the rest of his team does the same.
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>Fuschia Fedora put her head in her hands. "You really are a joker, aintcha?" >She says to Falschen as she looks at Echo team. "I'm Fuschia Fedora of the Justice Wardrobe. Who are you guys?"
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>>193038 "I like to think of myself as a smartass funny gal, what can I say I gotta make good one liners." >Falschen says innocently "And I dont think I need to introduce myself, right?"
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"We are Echo. We do stuff." >Tale shrugs, as he approaches the window, looking out of it.
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> The woman in black stood scanning the room. Her mask-like helmet shone no light or any sign of eyes, which gave the feeling that she was viewing everything through sensors. She examined herself carefully after a time--as if searching for any changes.
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>>193042 >the view outside is ever changing. >uptown,glitz,neon,the sewers!?!? >its clear whomever owns thu building is not right in the head
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>>193054 >Tale looks up and down the building, kinda sickened by the view. "Hmmm..."
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>Falschen looks in wonder "Woah, whish I could do that in my appartement, Yui would love it"
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>a woman walks in >she is laughing hysterically. >blood is dripping down her eyes. >the blood hits the floor turning into a green gas. >some speakers boot up. Its never that easy is it? HahahahahHAHAHAHAH̴A̷̢̛H̸͡Ą̶͡H̕A̴̛H̷͡͡A͜͠H̢͞AHĄ
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>"Shut the fuck up." >'Skull' says, as he starts getting up on his feet.
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>All of Echo begins unloading lead in to the woman. The only noise you can hear from the guns is the bullet casings dropping. "Engage and terminate. I will find a way out of here through the window." >Tale is almost completely outside the window, trying to find a ledge to hook his grapple on to.
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> The woman in black seems unbothered by the sight of the strange bloody eyed woman. While the others were unloading lead into the woman's body she was searching again wordlessly for a door. She immediately wandered around the room despite the noise and obvious sense of danger the others felt...This lead her to the number three on the wall which she examined carefully without touching.
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>"Ugh" >'Skull' let out as the gunfire started, and slowly walks over to where Falschen stands, ignoring the spooky lady altogether. >"Got any pills for headache?"
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>Falschen turns to skull and starts searching around his suit "Yeah sure, here" >He absentmindedly hands him a bottle of Advils "Now wh- WAIT A SECOND" >He turns back to him "Who the hell are you?"
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>the woman is killed. >her body explodes into green gas. >the only way out seems to be the windows
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>>193095 >"Alright, dude, look, I don't remember who you are, you don't remember who I am — lets leave it this way." >Man said, taking the bottle. It took him a minute to realise he needs to take his helmet off to consume the pills.
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>>193104 "Mix it with your energy drink, and get up this window!" >You hear a shout from the window.
Post number #193109, ID: 844982
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>"Are you retarded, never mix pills with—" >'Skull' started but then just gave up mid-sentence. He handed the bottle back to Falschen and started moving towards the window the shout came from. >"Yeah yeah, I get it alright? Just stop screaming."
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>The rest of Echo joins in, climbing out the window.
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>Falschen looks at them climbing down "Huh guys? Just gonna ignore the mega death lady from Hell and climb out a window leqding to infinity and beyond? Sounds like a plan, I'm in" >He goes towards the window
Post number #193330, ID: 1bac5c
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(Y'all handling this peacefully? Oki doki. ^^ -Stormy)
Post number #193890, ID: 98b7a9
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>FF begins looking at everybody in the room. Skull, Echo Team, and the other lady. "Well, I would do the whole 'We should stick together and figure a way out of this without splitting up', but seeing as people are already climbing out of the window, I'm just gonna go and you all are welcome to come with me." >She begins to charge her Electrostatic-Club and makes sure that her Tungsten-Taser is fully loaded before walking over to the window and jumping out of it quickly.
Post number #193892, ID: 21b8e0
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>>193890 "We threw logic out the window as we climbed out of it, Ma'am." >One of the Echo troops jokes, as they climb on.
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>outside the window its the same as if you were looking out of it. >the scenery was constantly changing with no rhyme or reason. >as if the building itself was not anchored to reality. >the experience would probably mess someone up in the head if they were not mentally prepared >the only visible way to progress seems to be up. >the gas shortly follows
Post number #193895, ID: 21b8e0
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>The leading Echo lets of a few round in all directions but below, testing to see if its some fucky simulation room.
Post number #193900, ID: a240f5
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>>193895 >the building warps into midnight. >some bullets hit a nearby strip club. >then to neon. >the bullets hit a bar. >uptown. >some poor guys apartment is now ruined. >what is going on?
Post number #193903, ID: 21b8e0
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>>193900 "Ahhh what the hell." >Tale, the leading echo, keeps pushing on.
Post number #193906, ID: 98b7a9
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"Is this actually an illusion, or is this some sort of virtual world? Because besides all the reality-breaking shit going on, this seems real, more real than a standard delusion would feel...and besides, I'm a Lilim, so standard hallucinogens wouldn't work the same way for me...and is it safe to assume we're all seeing the districts change? We're all seeing the same shit right?" >She begins talking as she walks, exploring the boundaries of the landscape, moving left and right.
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Post number #193908, ID: a240f5
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>the view is different for each person. >for FF she would see neon but for falschen they would see uptown. >the wind howls
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>>193906 "Keep your eyes to the wall, its the one thing that doesn't change." >Tale shouts down to the rest of the group, while braving the sights for himself to find an exit.
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>>193912 >the wind lets loose a furious howl. >it was as if zephyr itself was mad at the heroes. >the building hight fluctuates. >at first you were on the third floor,now it looks like you are on the seventh then the fourth,ground nineth. >the buildings hight keeps fluctuating,it was simply maddening. >whatever is happening one thing is sure, you can get to the next floor. >you *need* to get to the next floor
Post number #193930, ID: 21b8e0
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>Hanging for their life, as they do, climb up the building, expecting the next floor to be out of reach. "Thank fuck for the drills we do..."
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"Aah!" >FF holds on to the windowsill for dear life before reaching up to a nearby air conditioning unit. She is able to pull herself up onto it and stand up, though it was very unstable. >She then was able to jump over to the next floor's window, and catch that windowsill before climbing in and landing on her feet. "Whew..." >She began to observe her surroundings...
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>>193939 >the next floor does not look to be a standard office floor. >it seems to be a giant plot of land easily a few Km long?somehow inside a building. >the ground is no longer tile flooring but dirt,just cold hard messy dirt. >the plot of land seems to house a giant circus fair.each tent each building looks entirely degraded. >a large welcome sign can be seen: W͘e̕l̢co͘me ͡to͜ ͏t͞hę d͏e͏adlin͘e ̕ci̴rcưs. >a wihr of machinery and laughing can be heard. >what the hell.....
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>>193945 >The rest of Echo get in to the 'floor', dusting themselves off, changing their filters. "What the hell..." "Welcome to doozey land" "I think my radio is down..."
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>>193949 >Falschen lands next to Echo, with a large boom "Whew, that was a drop" >His armor flashes a bit, and his mask switches to a pink 'Okay' sign "Aight, suits still good, Where are we?"
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(Sorry guys, at work for another 6 hours. I'll reply again later today, I was holding off on replying last night until Falschen, Skull and the other girl also replied because I didn't want to leave them behind. -Fuschia Fedora.)
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(Since my timezone is way off everyone's timezone it can be safely considered that whenever Skull doesn't reply he is sheepily following everyone.)
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>>194448 "Shitzone A. That's the name for this hellhole." >Tale says, looking around.
Post number #196179, ID: 98b7a9
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>Fuschia Fedora begins to explore the circus grounds. "I get the feeling that whatever this is, we're drawing nearer to the source." >Her club was now fully charged, and her Taser reloaded. She walked up to one of the tent-like buildings and observed it, before feeling drawn by something inside... "Hey, guys, we should enter this one."
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>>196179 >as she says that the faint sounds of a accordion can be heard. >the Melody perfectly captured the setting, a dead paranormal circus in ruins. >then the laughing grows louder.
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> A synthesized voice speaks. It's the woman in black, with the face-less helmet again. She'd apparently been following the group quietly the whole time...practically stalking after them with all the silence of a cat. She'd apparently climbed out last, since she'd not appeared all that bothered about the green gas from before. > 'A moment ago I was using rhythmic reverberations to map the surroundings by a kind of signal based echo location.Shall I map our surroundings as we move?'
Post number #196337, ID: 98b7a9
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>>196249 "If you're able to map this, then either the hallucinations are really fucking intense, or this is *somehow* physically here in some way. Continue trying, maybe at the least it could give us some answers as to what is really going on here. Ans of course, the map would be helpful too." >FF replies to the girl. Whoever she was, she was tech-savvy like herself, which was nice to have actually. >>196182 >FF opened the door to the tent and peered inside after the music.
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>>196337 >there is nothing inside. >but a girl. >she is brandishing >stabs herself 37 times in the chest, laughing the entire time. >she then bleeds out into a pile of gore. >whoever is behind the crap is sick....
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>>196342 Brandishing a knife*
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>>196342 >FF steels her mind, and walks into the tent, over to the girl's body. She puts her hand in the girl's blood in order to feel it's temperature, as well as grabbing the knife. This was done as a test to see how strong the illusions were at this level.
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>>196351 >the blood was still warm. >the knife was as real as FF herself.
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>Echo doesn't bother going in To the tent, already reafirmed as to what has happened. They go further in to the circus.
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>Unlike them, 'Skull' remained at the entrance. He snatched a screwdriver somewhere, put his backpack and Contender on the ground, and started doing something to it.
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>>196364>FF picks up the knife and puts it inside a storage compartment in the left arm section of her power armor. She would examine it later. "We need to find a way out of here." >She exited the tent and began looking around the circus grounds. She then yelled to the sky: "Alright, what are we here for? Why are we here and what do you want with us? All I've seen so far is purposeless disturbing shit for no reason other than to be disturbing. Frankly its boring and I want to go."
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>>197145 >before FF leaves the corpse talkes D-did i do what you wanted well mother.........
Post number #197181, ID: 1ba912
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"Yeah? We'll father says go to sleep." >Tale blame the woman, before heading on.
Post number #197903, ID: 98b7a9
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>>197181 (Were you saying you shot the girl? Lol)
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>>197903 (Yep. Shot thexgirl in the tent. Supposed to be blam rather than blamed.)
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>FF stares at the corpse. "No. Mother is disappointed in you." >Then she is shot by the other member of the party. >She leaves the tent and begins looking around for where else to go next, now that the tent has been checked.
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>>199494 >a voice can be heard.(replying to >>197145 ) >it echos all around. >the echos are deafening. Ó͜͝h͟͢͡?҉̵ ̵̛͠W̨͠h̴̀y͠͡ ̴̡͝sc̡r͞͠͞e҉͘a̶m̧̛ ͏͏a̧҉t͢͝ ̶̶́m̵e͏͜?҉ ̢̛͟Y͡o̸͡u͜͜ ̢̕á̶̡re̶̡̛ ̶̀the̸͠ ̕o͝͠n̵͜͜es̷ ̸͝w̧̧̨h̸͟o̢ ̴e͢͡n͢t̶̛͟er̛҉̴e̶d̛ ̀t͞h̡̨̧e b́̕u͏ild̀í͜ń̴g͠ ̨̧n͠o̧?͢͟ Bų̴t̵̷ ҉̶s̢o͘ ҉̨̛bè́ i̡͏t̀,҉ ͜͞if́͜ ͞yo̷̸͝u͜ ̡w͠i̡͡ś͞h̷͢ ͏̡t̡͟o̢̕͜ ̸l͜e͠͡a̸v͜e͘ t͠he̵̛̛n͡ ̷l̨̕e̶a̷v̴͜e͡.̴ >a door appears in front of FF
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>>199494 >a voice can be heard.(replying to >>197145 ) >it echos all around. >the echos are deafening. Ó͜͝h͟͢͡?҉̵ ̵̛͠W̨͠h̴̀y͠͡ ̴̡͝sc̡r͞͠͞e҉͘a̶m̧̛ ͏͏a̧҉t͢͝ ̶̶́m̵e͏͜?҉ ̢̛͟Y͡o̸͡u͜͜ ̢̕á̶̡re̶̡̛ ̶̀the̸͠ ̕o͝͠n̵͜͜es̷ ̸͝w̧̧̨h̸͟o̢ ̴e͢͡n͢t̶̛͟er̛҉̴e̶d̛ ̀t͞h̡̨̧e b́̕u͏ild̀í͜ń̴g͠ ̨̧n͠o̧?͢͟ Bų̴t̵̷ ҉̶s̢o͘ ҉̨̛bè́ i̡͏t̀,҉ ͜͞if́͜ ͞yo̷̸͝u͜ ̡w͠i̡͡ś͞h̷͢ ͏̡t̡͟o̢̕͜ ̸l͜e͠͡a̸v͜e͘ t͠he̵̛̛n͡ ̷l̨̕e̶a̷v̴͜e͡.̴ >a door appears in front of FF
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| >a ''interesting''building rest in flooded with a pink and blue glow coming from the windows.
>the building it self looks completely in ruins, one would be unable to discern the original purpose of the structure.
>it seems to be abandoned, except for the strange singing that one can hear if they get too close.
In the pines~ in the pines~
Where the sun dont ever shine~
>there is only one way in or out and it feels like madness waits beyond its doors.....