There is only one thing to do in zone 6 and that is to move forward as all threads come to one point. This is the convergence.
ZONE 6 THINGS TO DO:
Each zone has a [ GM ORP ] which you may participate in for event plots. Finishing a GM ORP will give you bonus district points to apply to your faction base's HP AND extra items for your minis inventory. exclaim To access the GM ORP for zone 6, read the posts below!
Each zone has a [ MOB THREAD ] That shows which mobs spawn if you post NON MISSION solo/prps/orps of your own in that zone. Remember before posting a ZONE 6 PRP, you MUST go to the mob thread. You can only post a prp if you roll 1d10 to see if you summoned a mob FIRST. Go HERE to redeem!
This zone does not have a secret area but it does have a secret boss! Check your FACTION'S ORP in the FACTION THREAD.
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:45 pm
[ RESCUER POV ]
You wake up. Wait, when did you ever fall asleep? You feel cold, impossibly cold, and a strange madness tugs at you, setting you on edge. It is an irritation that simply will no go away, buzzing in your head. It feels like something is in your mind, a presence you cannot stop from reading your every personal thought and feelings.
"They did not tell you." They are words, and they are ringing in your head. Each word sends you almost reeling back to unconsciousness again, but somehow you endure it. "I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
The last word resonates too sharp, and you black out again, just briefly. The first thing you hear is a heavy thump, and it repeats over and over. Something sharp and painful pierces your leg, and as your vision finally focuses you see it, thick thorn-covered vines wrapped around one leg, dragging you away. Around you are masses and masses of pulsating green vines, almost neuron-like, a brain in structure. You cannot stare at it for too long, only the floor remains safe to fixate onto. Staring at any of the network causes intense nausea.
The humming in your mind gets louder and louder, and you feel your consciousness seeping away again. You hear those words again, less words and more pure understanding. It drags you closer towards the center and you understand why. You are not singular, you are not an individual, you are part of something far, far greater. This is what you were made for, your memories, the bits and pieces of you. You are a single point of harvest in a sea of billions.
You are fading now, and a part of you, the original part of you fights. It fights to retain what you once were, to not lose what little you have left. It fights for each precious memory that is yours and to remember what it meant to be-
- what was it again? You struggle. You cannot even remember your name. It is growing dim. You approach closer. The sea of presence is overwhelming, and you are simply pushed aside like a fleck of dust.
Were you ever something else?
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PART 1: WELCOME TO ZONE 6
- Before you do anything else, please RESPOND TO THIS ABOVE POST IN THIS ORP THREAD with your rescuer character. Title the rp [ RESCUER POV ] at the top of your post.
- When you are ready, continue to the post below. Please post this part separately from the post below.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 12:10 am
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PART 2: CYOA VICTIM'S POV:
exclaim[ This part is CYOA ] now in the [ VICTIM'S POV ] (that's your ORIGINAL meta SIGNUP character). Please pick the BEST gaia_star response, and read it, then respond to the [ OOC QUOTES ] of that response before moving to the next part of this prompt.
[ VICTIM POV ]
You dream. In your dream there are memories, your personal memories. Friends, family, good emotions, bad emotions, some that reflexively make you smile, and some that make you cringe. You remember the beginning of day zero, you remember the jarring incident that changed your life. You remember losing everything while trying so hard to create new memories to fill in those bare gaps.
Each dream splits, and becomes several, abstract and convoluted. They become doors in and out of your world, a mixture of reality and fantasy, fears and hopes. Closest to you are three doors. You select a door from black, blue, or white:
gaia_star[ You choose the black door ]
You open the black door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
Your mind immediately spins a world of your personal liking, and you see yourself as king or queen of this kingdom, and see your subjects beneath you, always beneath. Uncontrollable emotions play in your head. You feel disdain towards everything else, even those who would align themselves with you.
Your heart is cold, and your mind consumed with revenge, no matter how abstract. In this dream, events begin to play without your control. You hollow out the mind of your closest companion and subjugate them. You obliterate your greatest enemy. Your eyes watch every corner of the land, shifting entire mountains and realms, creating strife and showing unforgiving revenge like an uncontrollable hurricane.
You are not a king, you are a god of this world.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the blue/white doors and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: BLACK DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
gaia_star[ You choose the blue door ]
You open the blue door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
Your mind immediately spins a world of your personal liking, you see yourself as already a god. You watch the world you have helped shape, help create, fight against itself, and you help those who wish to protect what little there is left. You watch your world dwindle, consumed by their own obsessions, and you feel helpless to so many conflicting thoughts and emotions pushing you all different directions.
Your heart grows conflicted, and then numb. Are you making the right decisions? Have you saved your own world or have you doomed it? You watch, and watch, and hope.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the black/white doors and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: BLUE DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
gaia_star[ You choose the white door ]
You open the white door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
You are in a room, isolated. Nobody has made contact with you for days, weeks, months, you do not know. You do not even know what contact feels like anymore, always isolated in your own cage.
One day, a voice calls out to you from your cage. It is the voice of a loved one. They ask for you to come with them, that they will show you freedom, that they will give you love. You oblige, as anything is better than the madness of being trapped in nothing. You follow them, and the world they show you is overwhelming.
You experience sight, taste, colour, and sounds for the first time. You see everything unfold around you, and just experiencing it gives you a naive joy. As you interact with things however, brief moments later, they are destroyed. At first, you are confused, and then realize your loved one is doing this, taking everything you cherish and breaking it. They want you to focus on them only. They are obsessed.
In the end you hide. This is all you can do to prevent their madness.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the black/blue doors and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
The dreams shatters and you enter the room again. This time in front of you are three more doors. You select from the colours red, violet, or gold.
gaia_star[ You choose the red door]
You open the red door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
You did not originally want to be a god. However, the mortals of the world begged you, and they looked to you for purpose and why. You did not originally want to kill. However, the mortals of the world wished for their own madness to stop, they asked for death and finality. You did not originally want to destroy. However, the mortals left to their own devices created a hollow darkness that you realized one day would lead to something far worse. There were more terrible things in this world than just dying and you understood this.
You ripped mortals like tearing wings off butterflies. You separated the weak from the determined, you created strife only so they did not tear each other apart. From the chaos and battles you became a god, one of war and destruction. You were born from the chaos of mortals and you eventually became consumed by it.
You could not stop, the wheel had been set in motion. The ones you loved, cared for, the ones you once recognized. Eventually, everything would fall.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the vioet doors and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
gaia_star[ You choose the violet door]
You open the violet door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
You were originally created as a guardian. Someone to watch over the world, someone to guide those who have lost their way, someone to give shelter and kindness and deter those who have done wrong. Yet, nobody told you exactly what was right or wrong. Nobody explained ethics and morale. Nobody convinced you that their cause was greater and so instead of helping one you helped all.
Eventually, they called you a traitor. Your friends, your family, those closest to you could not understand why you picked the path you did. You could not refuse, because it was in your nature not to. Your secret was manipulation, and it was your only form of defense against a world that wished for more without knowing what it was they wanted. You gave them more.
You gave them everything at your disposal and they hated you. They hated you and eventually, betrayed you. You died never knowing what you ever did wrong.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the red and gold door above and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
gaia_star[ You choose the gold door]
You open the gold door and immediately you are swept in. The dream is pieced by memories of yourself, of places, things, books, movies, memories you have seen and collected and now gather together in the strangest of stories.
You were born into nobility, the kingdom was created for you, passed down by your lineage. Your subjects respected you, revered you even, but never treated you as a god. Your knights followed your command but never treated you as a peer. You were always a king and always would be.
Eventually you grow old, and watch as everything withers around you, just people, while everything else remains stable. You did not live a terrible life, and you will die having maintained everything you promised. It is not a bad life, it is simply balanced.
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Before you continue onwards, to the below (skip the red and violet door above and continue on), please write in THIS THREAD a response to the above. Create a "dream scenario" of your own with the above prompt. You can get as crazy/creative as you want! It is a dream, so you can obviously make it as crazy and wild, and since everyone does pretty much dream, you can imagine what these scenarios can be like!
Put at the top of your post of this dream scenario [ DREAM SCENARIO: GOLD DOOR ]. Write your rp post. When you are done, read the rest of this post until prompted again.
Eventually, you come to a single door. This is the final door, and you have no choice. You walk in.
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PROCEED TO THE POST BELOW.
MAKE SURE YOU PICKED EITHER BLACK/WHITE/BLUE and then EITHER GOLD/RED/VIOLET. So you will be responding to TWO prompts in this post( PART 2) before going to the next post.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 12:25 am
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PART 3: VICTIMS POV
Now, make a [ GREEN DOOR SOLO ] in this subforum. This is for your SIGNUP/VICTIM CHARACTER(S) ONLY (you will NO LONGER be rping the rescuer character from this point onwards!). Respond to the prompt below in your solo. When you are done, you can go ahead and do the open activities in this thread!
You feel sick looking at the door, and yet you cannot avoid it. Your head pounds, your heart aches, and despite being in a dream and being now aware of it, you cannot look away. A part of you already knows, that this is the end of your journey. You never woke up from your dreams because at this point, you cannot.
Your hand touches the doorknob and memories flash in your mind. Your life before this happened. Your life after the incident. Each and every day, from being found in one of the factions, from being recognized, from struggling to survive to now. The bandits, the casino, the fog, the strange dream and mist that overwhelmed you. You knew the moment you were Infected that this day would come and you fully accept what is in front of you.
The virus has already consumed you. You are ready to die. This was-
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Your consciousness stirs, and yet it doesn't. You are no longer singular. This was what happened those before you, as their bodies simply became empty vessels devoid of mind.
You understand this because you are the virus. You view your eyes through the network of the entire virus itself, through the strange and abstract.
It is knowledge, it is creation. You are a legacy.
As this final awakening immerses you, you become complacent. Perhaps you had once been given a name, but that name is irrelevant now. This virus is a gathering of memories. Your existence has become a collection.
No.
Your legacy is a gift. You infect those remaining.
No, this is not what-.
You harvest. You feed. You gather.
This is not what you are. You were once-
This world is your vessel. The memories fuel your legacy.
You are not creation, you cannot be, there is still so much that-
- cannot be contained because your memories are not complete.
You feel a strange sensation, like tearing apart from something-
- And then you are freed. At first, it feels like you are waking up, until you realize you still no longer have form. Where your body is, what you have become, it scares you, not being essentially human. Will you ever return to what you were before? Is it already too late?
You search around frantically, fueled only by the memories and emotions you call your own you create a shape from the thousands of vines around you. You see for the first time where you are, in some strange, long corridor entire covered in green. A few vines dutifully obey you, and they coil around your lack of form and give you shape, limited only by your imagination. It is by far human, but you can move again, you have substance. Perhaps it is best that you cannot see yourself, only what is around you.
You struggle to keep control of what is essentially just vines, to keep them together and cohesive, to stumble forwards and find what remains of your true body. As you do so, you encounter something else. It is not by chance.
It is a face, and the vines slowly consume it. For a minute, you are hopeful. For a moment, you hope this is your own body, and then you realize it is something else. You recognize it, because you saw this form through your dream.
This is the one that rescued you from the highway, the nightmare. You watched it all, through your dream, and now you remember it. You remember that they were here to save you. Guilt sweeps through you, and then a curiosity.
You brush the vines around them, a favour for a favour. The vines upon contact, disappear, obligingly. Gently, as gently as you can, you carry your rescuer away from the corridor, from the chambers. The vines retract on each side. You move further and further away, and you reach a set of stairs - they do not stop you as you descend, away, far, far away from the center of Creation. The further you separate, the more you unravel, losing bits and pieces of yourself. You cannot go much further.
At the very base of the stairs you see it - the exit to the building. You are barely hanging on, just a very, very small piece of you gathered together still in coils. Fog seeps in the entrance of the building, and through the glass window you make out shadowed shapes but the feel uncontaminated. Slowly, you extend the bare pieces of yourself towards the shapes with your rescuer. The shadows see them, you recognize them as allies of your rescuer. They carry them away, just as you are forced to retreat. You return back up the stairs, before you lose your substance entirely again.
A favour for a favour.
As you return up the stairs, you gather the final pieces of yourself. This is what remains, the rest is already a part of Creation. You will never be able to leave the center, eventually you will become the legacy again. Other shapes lumber around you, and as you make contact, just a brush of vines against each other, you understand they are like you. They are just a series of memories waiting to be completed.
For now though, your time is not up yet. You still have a moment to share memories with others, and to place your final pieces of memories. While you are still here, while you exist, you are still yourself.
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Once again, write an RP reaction to the above post in your [ GREEN DOOR SOLO ] thread. When you are done, and you've written over around 450 words, you can claim +2 raffle tickets and have any "FREE" PRP time as you wish (SEE POST BELOW). Please read the information below on how to do this!
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 12:33 am
PART 4: FREE PRP/SOLO/ORP TIME (ZONE 6)
As of this point, you can rp as TWO versions of yourself that co-exist in the same timeline:. Let me explain further!
gaia_crown[ Your INFECTED (human) versions - OUT OF TOWER ]:
- Please title all these rps as [ REGULAR PRP/ORP/SOLO ]. You CANNOT interact with any form of the non-human version - human versions can only interact with other human versions!
- Your human form actually remains where they were dropped off in the fog from zone 4/5! Oddly enough, they retain a perfect copy of the memories up to this point. They also have no memory of what happened AFTER they passed out in zone 4/5. This means they think they are completely human, they have no clue their true form is in the ??? vines area, and they are still trying to survive out the promised seven days.
- Use this form to RP in your [ faction home base ] and in zone 6 AS A HUMAN. As you think you are still human, albeit slightly infected (low stage infection), and have absolutely no understanding that your true consciousness is somewhere within the zone 6 tower, you may carry out regular prp tasks and interactions to your liking.
- Because this, this version still needs to be fed/ maintained (on the minis site). The stats on the mini site turns 0 and this version dies, it means they CANNOT be converted at any point into a Hunter character or quested for as a HUNTER (as well as a ??? special event character). At this point, we will NOT be reviving any more characters.
- This form is susceptible to the [ ZONE MOB BOSSES ] of this thread. When creating a PRP you need roll for a zone mob for this zone too!
- This forms feels lingering signs of infection (paranoia, nausea, moments of exhaustion), but otherwise are pretty much human. You can rp this form AND the other form in different rps as you wish but NEVER in the same rp.
- If your faction's home base collapses (Apartment, Mall, University, Prison), THIS FORM IS ENTIRELY LOST and no longer rpable for the character in that faction!
- This form can visit any of these areas LISTED BELOW. Simply specify what area you are through rp OOC notes in your PRP/SOLO/ ORP. This form was primarily made so you can RP with each other without it being too overwhelming
gaia_star[ FACTION HOME BASE ] Just RP in your factions subforum in any form of PRP as you wish! The junkyard is also open for trading!
gaia_star[ ZONE 1] The bandits who were once in the zone have long abandoned it, making it rich in resources. It seems as the fog has spread, so has the hostility of this place, prone to strange and insane mobs. This area was once a commercial center, when the city had been thriving, and is home to many fast food joints (Pizza Hut, Mcdonalds, Tim Hortons) and other store chains (Target, Home Depot, Staples, Ikea, Costco) that are surprisingly, mostly untouched, other than having absolutely no edible food or drinkable water.
gaia_star[ ZONE 2] The casino looks depressingly desolate, and are filled with large amounts of undying and infected. You feel slight chills looking at the eerie remains of machinery that will never work again. As you wander deper into the further corridors of the casino, you stumble upon a kitchen covered in blood and decay. The stench is overwhelming, you wonder how you ever missed this small detail.
gaia_star[ ZONE 3] The hospital is just as menacing as before, and looks even creepier without the intensely thick fog. Strange creatures roam the area, where the fog thickens the most, taking shapes of memories, things you recognize. It drives you mad looking at them, as they taunt and invite you and make you realize how alone you are. The inside of the hospital is dripping with black blood and you see fresh new gouge marks through all the walls, slicing right through the thinner ones.
gaia_star[ ZONE 4] The highway expanse is half-littered with cars from the chase, but there is no sign of the strange horse-like creature that chased you. Now, there is just a long blanket of silence and fog. The further you walk or drive along the highway, the less you want to go back. Every fiber of your consciousness tells you not to and that you will not like what you see.
gaia_crown[ Your SUBCONSCIOUS (vine) version- INSIDE OF TOWER ]:
- Please title all these rps as [ TOWER PRP/ORP/SOLO ]
-This is your vine version, the version from the PART 3 POST prior. This is a mass of consciousness and memories that have witnessed everything from the first zone to now, and rescued your rescuer. You may now wander the area and talk to others who are also trapped inside the tower. You CANNOT interact with ANY human version as they can never go into the tower itself.
- Use this form to RP any "closure" you wish to do with your characters. This is the true closure as they are aware how close to being re-assimilated they are by Creation. RP out accordingly. Your character may RP and explore any of these locations below. Some of them contain interesting IC information!
- This form does not eat, it is made of vines! Keep their vine form around approximately the same height and weight as their original form. You don't have to keep it human shaped though, whatever your character imagines. They talk normally (dialogue), even though technically the words are communicated through their minds. They also hear/ etc etc normally. Your character can also shift vine forms for whatever they need, just make sure they RP it out so people know. It really is a mass of vines, so it is whatever they PERSONALLY feel comfortable with (for example, some more reserved characters may only try to keep the vines looking as close to themselves as possible).
- All addition information that is obtained here by rping your characters experienced INCLUDING past memories and ones in this area can be SHARED later on with an existing shop character of your choice through a special one-time means. If you do not own an existing character, you may use it on a new character once you create one. This information you can use as you please ICly, to drive plots, or simply to remember a little bit of someone else's life and reflect on it!
- As mentioned prior you do not battle any mobs if you create a PRP/ORP using this form!
gaia_star[ The server room ]: This is a room that has mounds and mounds of computer servers. They are still humming, running, and thriving on the same strange thorns and vines. As you look around, you see strange notes. (Roll 1d6 if you wish to see notes - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1: Day ---
I -- and thought she couldn't get any crazier. I was wrong. --- isn't even herself anymore. I'm pretty sure she --- a long time ago. This would explain everything. I wish I had a simple explanation for why this was happening. Is it too late - were we fooled the entire time?
2: Day ---
It seems half of us are not even real anymore. We're just like ---, memory replacements. It must be easy for something made of Knowledge to fool us. Maybe one day we will all be replaced. This is wrong. This is very wrong.
3. Day ---
I feel the infection burning in me now. I know it wont be long now. Call it madness but it calls to me and I know how very, very wrong I have been. -- is not trying to replace us, it is us. We have simply joined together. I know now and I know it's wrong but maybe this is what I want. I don't even remember my name. Who is the one typing here?
4. Day ---
I woke up, and remembered doing nothing. I guess that is okay. --- calls. Not much time.
5. Day ----
I saw my own body wandering around, lumbering like one of those stupid Infected, and the truth hit me hard. It would have been terrifying had I not already realized it. I'm no longer --- and never will be again. It is too late for a cure. Maybe I should have--
gaia_star[ The garden ]: This area is a beautiful garden, but from it rises a tree, spanning high, high above you. The garden itself is overflowing with opulent green, it is strange to see so much nature mixed in with knowledge and yet, it makes so much sense to you as to why.
The garden itself is supported and maintained by swathes of Infected. The maintain their human forms and lumber around in a zombie-like state. They all wear grey coats.
(Roll 1d4 if you wish to interact with them - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1. This infected is long not there. They keep on repeating I'm sorry over and over again. Occasionally, they will water the plants with a non-existent watering can, but most of the time they simply curl up and cry to themselves, rocking themselves back and forth. Their name reads Bekki Shae.
2. The infected seems to be surprisingly in good human shape, other than the top of its head and brain replaced entirely with fungus. It doesn't seem capable of thought, but is curious about you, following you everywhere and sometimes mimicking your actions. In it's pocket is a vial that is glowing red, opening it seems to make the liquid dissolve rapidly. The name on their nametag reads Glen Barrett.
3. The infected seems to have lost it's entire lower half, replaced by vines that slowly idle forward and backwards in uneven clumps. Occasionally, it falls, and then the vines pull its torso back up and tilt its head back to normal. It seems to be stuck holding something in the air, though the something it was holding is long gone, as it just pantomimes the action. The name on their nametag reads Dave Adolph.
4. The infected seems to carry itself with an air of importance even now. Their entire face is missing, replaced by blooming corpse blossoms instead. It smells terribly, though it doesn't seem too interested in talking to you. Occasionally it makes clicking noises, and you are able to translate it int words. Things like "she shouldn't have" and "the sacrifice was too great". Its nametag is missing.
gaia_star[ The grand dining room ]: A beautiful table spans the center of the room, marble tiling mostly in tact. It seems almost surreal to see such a normal human, albeit luxurious, area in the center of this all. There is food on the table, but it is long rotting. It seems someone has set aside some earl grey tea as well.
(Roll 1d4 if you wish to look around - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1: You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 1: There once was a serpent and it was very lonely. "Why was I created?", the serpent asked itself. "For what reason do I exist?" It had no understanding of beginning nor end, and because of it it developed a terrible hunger. It ate the sun and moon and everything in the sky.
2: You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 2: Eventually the gods took notice of this serpent and sliced it into thousands of pieces. It did not die, but simply writhed as every part of it was released. As time passed, all the pieces eventually gathered together again, but where it was severed there would be thick wounds, forever bleeding green.
3. You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 3: Consumed by hunger again, the serpent wandered the world. Whatever it ate would immediately come out of its gashed sides. The oceans and lands ran thick with green, and the humans took pity on the serpent, offering eventually to fill its wounds with leaves and branches.
4. You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 4: The serpent was thankful, and blessed upon those few humans its gift of knowledge and the hunger for the beginning and the end. At last, having returned to it's original glory, it parted upon them one final knowledge, when it is time to accept their own end for another beginning. It was then that the serpent consumed itself, and while it's shape was that of a serpent, it's form was that of a concept. From the concept, there was nothing left but the leaves and branches, which began new life of its own.
gaia_star[ The cage ]: You come across what can only be explained as a horrifically large cage, enough to contain hundreds of humans. You see it in the air, as you are no longer fully human, the lingering memories of those who had been trapped inside. They echo in the area as shapes and voices, and you feel only a great sadness that they were so incomplete.
(Roll 1d4 if you wish to look around - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1. You come across a man in grey. His echo resonates as he shakes his head. "I volunteered because I expected to succeed. I failed. I understand now, it is because I had not accepted it when it was there in the first place. This is only my fault."
2. You come across a woman in grey. Her echo resonates. "I rejected it because this was not our organization's true intentions. This was originally not the knowledge we sought and the power was not something we should have handled in the first place. We once had good causes. We wanted to save people. We wanted to show the world that anyone could have helped, that everyone had a purpose."
3. You come across a man in grey. His echo resonates. "-- Means the serpent that consumes itself. We are the wildfire that comes from centuries of inactivity. The -- knew long ago all this knowledge and they kept it to themselves. They could have shared all of this in the world, they could have given back to humans but instead, they thought they were better than us. This is our trump card against them."
4. You come across a child wearing a mask. He is dressed entirely in green foliage. "It is true, these are the children who did not make it to Neverland. Not all can join us in this final voyage. We were never meant to harm any, it is the rejection that hurts the most. When all understand us, then we can finally rest. This is our legacy.." After he speaks this, he immediately disappears.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:09 am
[Rescuer PoV]
Shun's good eye snapped open as he stirred awake. Wait. When had he fallen asleep? With a low groan, he tried to call his senses back. But there was a buzzing in the back of his mind. One that soon turned to words that pierced through him.
"What..."
Secret weapon? Who's? The hunters? He was trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a rhythmic thump before something stabbed into one of his legs. He hissed sharply under his breath and he looked down to see a thick vine wrapping around him, slowly dragging him away. The Reaper winced, unable to keep his gaze upon the vines. Something about them hurt to see.
"No.." he uttered, closing his eye. He was having difficulty keeping conscious. And well... he felt himself slipping away. Bit by bit, he faded, losing grasp of himself with each passing moment. He couldn't even struggle, as much as he wanted to. And then...
Nothing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:18 am
[Dream Scenario: BLUE DOOR]
A dream. Three doors before him. Black, blue, and white. Magnus looked them all over briefly, then placed his hand onto the handle of the blue one. He barely pushed it open before some invisible force pulled him in.
A world stretched out before him. One filled with order. Armies kept everything in check. Safe. Protected. No wars would be fought, because any uprisings were quickly squashed. This was his world. One where chaos was not allowed. But something wasn't right. Those in power began to abuse it. They were going too far. The people were growing unhappier by the moment. They were being suffocated. They wanted freedom. This was no Protection.
It didn't take long before there was a breaking point. Violence and strife broke out.
The Boss could do nothing but watch helplessly as hundreds upon hundreds were murdered. That which he sought to Protect, were doomed.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:23 am
[Dream scenario: Red Door]
Before he knew it, the world shattered, and before him were three doors yet again. This time red, violet, and gold.
This time, he opened the red. And just as before, he was drawn in.
He found himself staring down at the mass of bodies laid out before him. Blood dripped from his face as he began to walk through the sea of corpses. He didn't want it to come to this, but this is how it came to be. These mortals didn't understand what they were dealing with, and such... they had to be put down.
It was a far kinder fate than the alternative. He tried to give them a chance. Truly. But it was a waste. He should have done this from the start.
He will shape this world so that there may be peace one day. Even if it meant killing every last person out there to achieve it.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:31 am
[ RESCUER POV ]
There was cold, so much cold. As a reptile, Vashti hadn’t even noticed as she slipped into slumber. This was normal. Cold weather dulled her senses and made her sleepy. She drifted off automatically, not even realizing. At least, not until she started awake again. Something was different. Something was whispering to her again, like the undying that cackled in her head as she fought them off to protect her human. At first she didn’t hear words, she’d gotten used to the quiet in the back of her mind and pushing out the invasive thoughts that kept ringing. But it repeated itself, persistently, louder each time, pounding into her consciousness with increasing pressure until she heard the last sentence loud and clear: awakening. And then everything went cold again, sleep. Sleep in the cold…
She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but she woke again to find the thorny vines all around her. Everywhere she looked was more green, more dizziness, more churning in her stomach, and there was almost no strength left in her as they pulled her along the ground. She held her head to try and block out the maddening whispers again, but the same message played over, and over, and over. Wherever they were taking her, she did not want to be, and she drove her tail into the earth instinctively to try and slow the drag. The next wave of nausea, unfortunately, shook her badly enough that the spears were simply plucked back out, without slowing the slightest bit. She could feel her consciousness, her identity slipping from her grasp; she realized far too late that she’d been snared by the nightmare horse like so many others. She alternated between screaming and weeping as she was pulled helplessly onward, clinging to anything she could to hold on to herself. Her home, her family, her brother…
And then, it was all gone.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:41 am
[ RESCUER POV - DONG SHU LEI ]
She squished her eyes, her eyelids felt heavy, very heavy. She squished them three times, it was cold, she could easily feel the cold mass of air entered her through every tiny pores on her skin. She wanted to know where she was.
Wanting to stuff every single pore with something, she felt anxious. Nope. It was much more than that. It felt like those dreams with the presence of another her, taunting her with hard words and sneers. Yet, she couldn't describe it. Fighting with whatever stopped her, she regained her consciousness. Everything looked vague and unreal, as if she was dreaming.
She knew she wasn't, the pains were too true. The easy-going girl was oddly irritated by the sensation something was in her mind, prying her privacy. She realized it wasn't Z, though the beast always looked pissed, he'd never make her feel like a thing to explore. He respected her just like she respected him. That wasn't him. It was unnerving when she couldn't hear the beast in her mind but it buzzed, lingering.
"They did not tell you."
As if she was a simple computer that could read whatever input, the words bounced within her. Like command to ask her to sleep, resemblance of soft lullaby, Shu fought against it. "I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening." The words were almighty and she felt her consciousness fading. Shu had developed an unexplained animosity towards it.
Knowledge......Awakening.....She must not let it go what it wanted! Shu even didn't understand any, she felt the need to go again what it desired but it wasn't something she could withstand, she black out as a result.
"AHhhhh!" Shu was waken up by the pain, her legs hurt like burning. The heavy thump that she heard since she woke up persisted. Her vision was blurred by the physically generated tears amassed quickly. Soon, they dropped and she could see where she was. She no longer on the highway or inside the daycare. The thing she felt on her anguished leg was thick vines covered with spiky thorns, the wave of pains were coming from, when they drilled into the soft flesh to pull her.
Her immediately thought was summoning her weapon to fend them off, but it didn't change. Quietly remained its totem form, the beast didn't respond to her calling. Z! Please, I need your help! She called again and again, banging to beg for his help when another wave of torment began as the vines pulled her closer to somewhere. Knowing she was on her own, her eyes urgently flickered the surrounding, it was filled with greenness, pulsating network that resembled neuron. Looking at the throbs of them filled her with nausea. She snapped her head away, using her nails to get rid of the vines beneath her. It hurt, she was only a fragile human but she didn't wish to be dragged to somewhere. Her survival instincts were acting up, urging her to grasp on whatever she could.
Grappling with the situation was unbelievably arduous, the humming wanted to put her to sleep again. This time, it would be forever. The petite Asian had a lot yet to do like asking that halloween denizen for appearing in front of them, living a meaningful life on behalf of her sisters and minor things like trying more cakes - She promised Max to have dessert picnic regularly, she had to keep her words - She had to see Robert and Mimsy and give them a real big hug - She wanted to make sure Noemi and her not-boyfriend were safe, and the hunters she heard from the radio, met and yet-to-meet.
All those small things to do accumulated into a thought that supported her from fighting back the pulling force despite of the drilling pain. She denied the understanding that was too convincing - that she was merely part of something - Nope, she wasn't. She had a name, a family and her life, she was a unique one not a gear for something big. You're singular, you were created for this purpose, to be merged with it. It stated, forcing her to yield, grasping Shu to the centre.
The closer she was, the stronger the thought. It became harder and harder to fight against it. Her precious memories were fading, what contributed to the person named Dong Shu Lei was slowly taken by the force. Her will was diminishing, and she knew if she didn't vie for it. Nope, she still had many things to do.....She had a name! A name......what's her name? She couldn't recall her name....her name - She crazily fiddled her mind but it was hollowed out. She yelled, she screamed, without the identity she was nothing. She struggled, dug into the gaps between the rings of vines on her leg. Her hands were bleeding, it hurt but she was a frantic cat clawing not to be drowned by the water in the well.
- All her actions suddenly stopped, she laid back onto the vines, eyes numb without emotions. Hands dropped besides her body, her dark and long hair dragged like a tail, she didn't fight. Why she has to fight? She had no reasons to fight against it.
This should be how it was.
RESCUER
Name: Dong Shu Lei, usually called Shu Faction: Hunter Division: Death intermediate Character's journal link:HERE General appearance: Petite, sweet smiling Asian, around 4'7 in height. Dark brownish hair with strawberry ombre, big round amber-honey eyes with a pair of pink glasses. PINK PINK and very PINK [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] HP: 50/ 50 Weapon: A giant Kendama hammer (2d10-6)
"Mmmmmnnh....hmm?" What? How-he's supposed to be in his headphones still. And where is this? There's nothing but darkness enveloping him.
Rei tried to change his form back to intangible plasma, but even as he did, the natural electrical blue glow from his body does not illuminate anything.
*bzzzzzt* ...? There's this strange buzzing that keeps bothering him ever since he awakened. What is---
He reached to his head. Huh? His headphones...
Right, he remembered; his headphones was still with Saul! Where is-
"They did not tell you." Whose voice is that? Tell me? Tell me what, exactly--- "I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
The voice-it reverberated inside him taking over- Stab. Stab.Stab. STABSTABSTABSTABSTAB
From his feet, a thorny vine began to creep upwards, tangling his body inside---his remaining consciousness was in disarray, part of it still 'sane' while part of it being quickly corrupted-
No. Rei smirked. "Sorry to say this, but you infected the wrong body." he said with confidence. "My 'true' body is still with the human. Try and consume me, but you won't get anything."
"Foolish. You, who are a former human, did you not feel that there's a difference between the 'former you' and the human you rescued?"
"-you don't mean!?"
But that short protest was the last words that escapes his nonexistent mouth before his own consciousness get overtaken by something bigger.
I know thy name.
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Name: Tsukumogami Rei 'Phones' Faction: Halloweener Student (Quest) Subspecies/Division: Tsukumogami (Ghost) General appearance:
HP: 50/50
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[ Infection Rate ]: 000/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:49 am
[ CYOA VICTIM POV - GRETEL SWEET]
At first her dreams were like flickers of a collection of images, voices and emotions and she drifted pass them. Then, she began to involve, feeling from each when it slowed its pace and became clear.
Gretel sleepy pig, wake up. Her brother used to tease her every morning when they were still young and slept in a two-deck bed. She never forget the cheeky grin on his face when he climbed up the ladder and shook her gently. She'd snug against her blanket with he messy handful of hair and begged for five more minutes. It made Gretel light up a small smile.
The vision blurred and changed, she was in a room but no longer her bedroom. Giggles and sniggers echoed along the corridor as she walked on it to get to her locker. The plate was covered with insulting memo notes and indecent marker writings. She took her stuff out and locked it with her key. She felt hundreds of prying eyes piercing her from her back, she was the freak at school because she seldom smile. Gretel turned around to face them, they looked away, some pretended to talk to someone, some feigned chatting on phone and some cast down to look at stuff on their hands. It wasn't a dream she created, it was her memories.
Straight parallel lines of the corridor and ceiling moved and distorted, shifting into a forest in autumn. She stood on the walking path passing through it, golden leaves fell gracefully, the ground was paved in lovely yellow, orange and brown. Small animals that ran over made them rattled. She took some pictures with her camera, enjoyed the dry cool breeze that brushed on her face. She remembered how relaxing and cozy to fall onto the beds of fluffy leaves.
- She walked onto path, the surrounding dimmed, depleted of brilliant colors and pleasant sensation of the season. Gretel, please let me explain. Burning in her eyes were a pair of youth on a bed filled with plushies, smell of lust wafted the room. It mainly consisted of soft serene seafoam and pure white, decorated with a bit of lemon yellow to bright the room up. That was her room at her old home, before she moved out. Her composure was boiled into wrath and her heart hurt like a vampire pierced by a wooden stake. A surge of emotions overwhelmed her, the last minute of coziness was washed away. Gretel didn't wish to memorize that, it hurt her, it changed her. It was bad. The taste was too bitter that she wanted to cry and scream. Go away, both her and the past her yelled in unison.
It drifted like sands, removed and rebuilt. Her memories reappeared in the form of dreams - She was holding a game console, it was real within her palms - the texture and shape. Gretel shortly realized which memory she was reminiscing, it was that day. Hearing the scream from afar, she knew it began. Gretel recalled that night she put down the console, packed her bag and ran to the gate like the rest of students. A gory scene played in front of her eyes and she started her survival, each day felt unexpectedly long and no one day she would sleep soundly. She lost everything, her peaceful life and the link with her family. She had her composure taken from her, she developed persona to support her mentally, she wielded her knife against monsters. She'd never thought she would have to fight like a mad lady. The normality was raided from her.
She didn't care she was alone, in the past few years, she was anyway. As a human, she would communicate to the least extent, asking and answering questions about the incident and collected information. She inevitably made friends with the survivors, which they called themselves mall rats.
Leiah and her boyfriend, Drew were her neighbours, Megan the radio-girl exchanged information with her, Elliot the cook shared the storage room with her - Lease the girl that she played game with and Dazs, Rich and G-Man the guys - Finally, Ritsa the self-blaming girl sharing part of responsibility for Jeff's death.
Jeff......she never though he could have such an influence on her. She could idly treat every death she witnessed on her way to mall, but not Jeff's. Guy's story was touching because she had a brother, losing a beloved sibling hurt deeply. Wasn't saying she still love him as the past, but she understood. Still, she couldn't accept Jeff died because of that. She strongly voted against the wrongdoing of the casino, their reasoning was too ridiculous. It was simply disgusting lust to see others suffered. She wanted to tear their business down to nothing, it was a strangely fierce thought.
Eights - he was the replacement of Rebecca, the nice kind girl that asked her to come back safe and sound. She fulfilled her request but she couldn't see it. The man wore a helmet with him and could be said weird. He worked like a lone wolf, cold and self-centred in Gretel's point of view. She couldn't understand when her persona soothed the man and held in bosom. She flustered, her heart pounded quickly with the shock and her mind was blank for a short period of time until he pushed himself off her. She could feel the heat on her face and hardly retain her composed self. To her, appearance didn't weigh heavily. It must be a misattribution of arousal that she paid attention to him, the unknown psychological responses were mislabeled. She was too inexperienced and helpless of the situation when they were too close to each other, the disclosure of the face under his helmet might be an additive to it.
It was a mixture of dreams and memories, soon they split and became something hard to interpret, complicated with emotions. The reformed as doors, some closer to, some further away. Dreams dissipated, her mind that was stuffed with emotions and feels cleared. She turned to the black door on her left, the blue in the middle and the white on her right. They gave out a different sensation respectively, calling her to choose one from them.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR ]
Gretel touched the white door, feeling it was the most right to her feel. Eye-blinding white lights swallowed her - A girl with long long hair wearing a absolutely white dress was in a room, caged for a long time. Her eyes had no lights inside, they were as numb as dead fish as time passed on. Besides white, she didn't know any colors. She didn't know what were sounds and many things. She was depleted of a chance to experience that.
It was silent in the room, she counted each day that passed. Then, she lost count of it but her hair grew longer and longer, cascading. She had been in that isolated room for too long. There was nobody besides her, no one had come to talk to her. Thus, she talked to herself. Emotionless and she had no goals to reach. The door was locked, she couldn't escape. At first, she banged the door, shouting for someone to free her. She yelled and asked if there was someone outside.
After a while, she finally accepted it, through waves of denials and emotional swings. It was worse than dying, the prolonged and forever imprisonment of isolation. She couldn't kill herself because she still had hopes. It supported her to go on, waiting for one day the door would open.
The clock clicked, never waited for anyone. One day, she surprised at the voice. "Gretel!" She knew it well, he was someone she loved so badly. Recalling memories with him, lights returned to her eyes. "Come with me," he said affectionately behind the door. Bared foot, she ran towards the door and pressed her body against it, touching the barrier that separated them. She sadly shook her head and refused, "I'm trapped, I can't go with you." Her voice reflected how much she wanted to otherwise. "Stay back Gretel." She moved and the door was slammed down, revealing a grinning face outside.
He grabbed her hand and brought her out of void, her hair meeting the sunlight dyed in a warm yellow colors. She realized the world was full of colors, her eyes reflecting the world filled with wonders and sparkles. She followed him, let him show her more. When he smiled, she learned to smile. She absorbed everything he taught her, she remembered the sensation when their hands touched against each other.
Gradually, she made her first friend, and more friends as her life became more colorful. The world was so beautiful and amazing in her eyes. She tried everything. She fell in love with the taste called sweet when he gave her the ice-cream. She enjoyed the touch named soft when he shoved a plushie onto her face, claiming it a gift. She felt she was living her life to the fullest.
Then, one day, she found the plushie she cuddled with every moment she could torn into pieces. Its tummy was cut open and the cotton fibres inside scattered on her bed. She was sad but he said he would buy her a new one. It faded in her memories, together with many little unfortunate events. Later, she realized her friends were keeping a distant from her, she was confused and asked what she did wrongly. "He's scary, one of my friends got beaten and went into hospital." One said with a frightened voice. "Hansel won't do that, you're lying." She snapped back. On her way back home, she saw the tiny plant she and her friend was dumped outside the garden. The pot broken and there were hints that the earth was stomped on, leaving a footprint. A tear dropped onto the withered plant she picked up, holding it she walked back home.
"Gretel, welcome home." The smiled froze at the plant scooped within her hands. "What's that? It's dead, I'll get you another one, throw it away." She stared at him, as if she never understand him. "Why? Hansel. Why?" The guy putting the utensils on the table simply replied with a "Hmm?" She took a deep breathe to calm her emotions, "Why you killed my plant, Hansel?" She cast down her eyes at his shoes covered in dirt. "Why you hurt my friends? Tell me Hansel, I know there must be a reason right?" She hopefully asked. "Because they took your attention from me!" The back facing him cringed and he shouted in anger. She was shocked, he was never that loud to her.
Gretel stepped back, her flustering hands pulled one of the glasses onto the floor. He lunged forwards and locked both of her arms with his hands. "They shouldn't do it. I am the most important person to you, no one - nothing else!" He shook her body as tears poured down her face. "I'm the one freed you, I'm the one saved you. You should only look at me. Look at me, Gretel!" He crazily imposed those words on her then fixed her face to gaze at his. "You also killed the stray kitten I had for a while, right? It was found drowned in a pond nearby." She said calmly, breathing in and out for the surge of overwhelming emotions. "No one can steal your attention, you're mine." He admitted the horrible crime indirectly, dragged her into a hug.
It used to feel warm but Gretel felt very cold as he whispered he loved her near her ears. "I do not belong to you!" With the little energy she had, she pushed him away and barged her way out their house. She hided in the brushes, his loud calls for her could easily get into her ears.
She left the place, that was the only thing she could hide from his madness.
The fear of it scattered and she returned, another three doors stood there. Red, violet and gold, they all have a similar sigil on them. She entered the violet one -
[ DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR ]
She looked after the world from high, with calm and indifferent eyes. It was her daily task as a guardian. The world consisted of familiar things and people she knew, Gretel was not conscious it wasn't the real world, the dream was convincing to her. She was the guardian and that was her world.
Gretel was responsible to guide those who lost, help those in need of her assistance and deter those who have done wrong. That was what she was told. She led the wanderers out the maze-like forest, she saved kids falling into rapid rivers and she healed those who were sick. One day, she realized she had no idea the criterion for right and wrong. She was the sole guardian, no one taught her about ethics and morale. Gretel, as a guardian was confused and lost herself. As a result, she helped everyone.
She continued to save lives because it was right thing to do, she healed the sicked and looked after babies and kids, fending nightmares off their dreams. On the other hand, she helped the thieves picking locks because they had difficulties, she saved criminals as they asked for help, she even gave them money and drugs simply because they wanted that.
She helped all since she believed everyone was equal but they didn't think so. The one close to her, her friends and her family didn't understand. They had clear concepts of what's right or wrong but not her. They blamed her for helping bad guys, giving them more chances to take away innocent lives. They told her to stop but she couldn't. "I can't refuse them, they need my help. It has to be fair." It was her nature to answer requests, as a guardian.
Therefore, she gave everything they wanted. The king of one kingdom asked for a powerful army, she granted and they defeated another kingdom, raiding of the people and stuff it owned. The queen that lost her husband begged her for a revenge, "Destroy the kingdom that took my husband from me! Curse it with despair and sorrow I beg you!" Her wish was granted as well, the two kingdoms were fallen miserably. The king yelled at the top of the castle for her appearance, the old man angrily called her the traitor and asked for explanation. "She wanted your kingdom to fall, so I helped her." The man laughed madly and jumped from the top of the tower.
"What do you want?" Gretel asked a beggar. "MONEY! A lot of money!" She gave him a large sum of money, he became very wealthy but he wasn't happy. In the past, he only needed to worried about foods. After becoming a rich man, he worried about his money. Every day, he would scare someone would steal his money, he could no longer believe people's hearts easily. His wife loved money more than him, his kids always asked him to buy this and then instead of simply a hug like the old days. He wasn't happy, he once believed he would be very happy if he had money but he was wrong.
There were two pretty girls in a small town, young males all wanted to date them, it was peaceful because they were both beautiful until one day an innocent kid asked who is prettier between them. Both the girls realized the problem, they claimed themselves the most beautiful. Then, one asked Gretel for beauty. People seeing the change inclined to her side and praised her. The frustrated loser girl asked for the same thing, they got greedier and greedier and the competition never cease.
She granted more and more wishes as they asked for more and more. She gave what they wanted but they resented her for the changes not matching their imagination. They destroyed the temples and statues they made for her, weakening her power and existence with hostility. At her ending, they were still hating her.
What did she do wrong? She was just granting their wishes, and fulfilled what they wanted. She was fair and treated them equally, she loved them with her soul but they hated her.
What did she ever do wrong?
VICTIM
Name: Gretel Sweet Faction: Faction 4 - Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO General appearance: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] HP: 50/ 50 Weapon: Knife (2d4-2) Infection rate: 0/100 [RESET~!]
Megan’s dream had gone lucid some hours ago; why she couldn’t wake herself was a mystery. Not long ago she was lost and terrified in an endless maze of vines, only to have a strange girl in white come to her and mutely try to guide her out. Why she didn’t follow, she didn’t know. It hadn’t been until the girl left that she realized, the girl was not quite human at all; her hands were clawed, her hair crowned in scaly spikes, her chest glowed red, and she had a black-spined tail that went on and on out of sight. What a strange thing for her subconscious to cook up.
The greenery had melted away around her soon after, and in its place came the memories. Memories from before the outbreak. Fond memories of growing up. More recent memories of finding a job, making new friends, those sparse happy times with her busy family. And then it all came crashing down that night at the bus stop. Strange how she could change gears so quickly. Where one day the worst that could happen was unpaid overtime, the next day brought with it the idea of becoming one of the undying. The dream splintered around her, and she was presented with three doors. Megan stepped toward the center door, a blue one with an indecipherable symbol across it, and was immediately brought into a new dream built out of everything she once had.
She was presented with a vast world and an awareness of everything upon it, filled with people and creatures she knew and loved. Sadly, not all of its inhabitants could possibly agree, and she struggled to keep them in a state of peace. They fought one another, and though she tried to appease them all, they spiraled into conflict that destroyed so much of what she had built for them and changed even more of it until it was no longer recognizable. And while she watched some prosper on the back of this conflict, she watched, too, as too many others suffered. This wasn’t what she wanted for them. How could this mess be solved?
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 2:16 am
[ DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR ]
As she despaired over the fate of the world she’d created, Megan watched it all splinter around her. All that was left was three more doors. Choosing the center one again, a violet door emblazoned with a locked gate, she was swept in immediately and set adrift as her subconscious rewrote the stage once more.
Again she was presented with a vast world, filled with people and creatures she knew. But her role here was no longer one of provider, she was here as a guardian. Her task was to help those who had lost their way, and guide them where they needed to be. But there was no room for morality where she stood. Each person’s way would lead them in different directions, and often into conflict. But what they begged for, she gave. Some asked for power. Some asked for wealth. Some asked for charisma. Some asked for peace. All of this she gave them, and for a while, everyone seemed happy, until they asked for more. But the more gifts she gave, the more they were used, some would say abused. The world began to burn around her as she gave and gave, until those around her began to ask, why?
Those around her began to hate her, not understanding why she continued to give to those who took her gifts and turned them against each other. Why else would she give but because she was asked? They said she’d lost sight of her duty, let them lose their way, but the truth is, this was their way.
As the ages went by and she entered her twilight at last, she was surrounded only in hatred. And she never knew why.
Amy had finally woken up from a pleasant dream, one filled with sunshine and plants.
Happiness really.
All too soon, she was feeling cold, stiff and rigid. She flinched at the feeling, barely having the energy to stand, but she did. She tried to look around but her eyes were shut. There was a ticking in the back of her head that just wouldn’t stop. It was madding, this ticking…Forever there and present despite her attempts to block it out. Amy began to claw at her head, wishing the buzzing would stop! Why won’t it stop!? She almost screamed out in agony, small rivets of green tinted blood running down her hand as she scratched and scratched till suddenly, the buzzing was replaced with something greater.
"They did not tell you."
Her eyes rolled back and she swayed, clutching her pounding head once more. She would not go blank, she would listen to what was being said and she would prevail over this madness.
"I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
Despite her overwhelming need to remain conscious, the last of the presence’s words caused her to roll her eyes back once more, green blood coming from her nose [how unpleasant ] before she passed out briefly again. When she came to, the plant girl was frightened by the repetitive thump sound she heard, screaming when something sharp pierced her leg and began to drag her away. Her vision finally focused, revealing that some sort of mass of green vines were taking her to jack knows where. She tried to stare as long as she could, maybe to see if she could reason with the mass for her safety.
A sickening feeling in her stomach caused her to avert her eyes and look towards the floor, She was beginning to feel sleepy once more, the presence from before repeating itself over and over again. this is my awakening. This is my awakening. THIS IS MY AWAKENING. Finally, instead of confusion, clarity was reached. Amy began to see that no, this wasn’t something terrible, she was becoming one finally. Becoming whole once more. For she was never just Amy, she was something more and greater, something that was destined to be.
Something as she slowly began to fade away, something in the back of her head screamed at how wrong this was, how they should fight and take back what was theirs before it was too late. However, they couldn’t remember just what they were supposed to be before becoming one with their brothers and sisters in what would be the greatest creation.
Closer.
She began to twitch.
Closer still…
She started to push
You will become what you were meant to be.
Just who was she?! The struggle that had only began, started to grow weaker as she, no, they forgot and simply just let themselves be. They were welcomed by their brothers and sisters with open arms, welcoming and accepting of their new sister. Whoever she was before was simply forgotten and replaced, as she was always meant to be.
