Your character wanders around outside, too scared to go into the hospital, too scared to go back to the fog. At some point the fog encroaches, and envelops them entirely. They begin to hear voices from all directions, and it directly shatters their psyche as they are no longer able to process or comprehend what or who they are. They wander the fog for hours, trapped in a state of non-living, as they begin to develop several personas, and talk to each persona of themselves to cope with the situation.
Eventually the effect subsides, and they escape the fog, feeling shaken. It feels like however, a switch has become undone, and they might become unstable again, to the point of even being taken over by the other personas.
If rping this event with multiple people, you only have to pick ONE person to get trapped by the fog, as the other people simply search for them. At the end as the fog recedes they can find them again!
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:44 am
Max became aware of his surroundings much later, after that whole business with the skyscraper and the greenhouse, though he couldn't tell how long it had been since he'd last seen reality. Not that this place was real, but at least it was familiar. He was relatively safe in the shadow of the hospital, as long as the fog stayed where it was. He squinted. Had it moved? Was it getting closer? He backed away, one step at a time, until the grey mass had pushed him against the cold wall of the hospital, away from any entrance. He shuffled to his left, keeping one hand on the building in the hopes that he would find a door, but he hadn't gone five steps before the hospital disappeared as well, leaving him grasping at the air.
He felt the presence behind him before it spoke. Much like the voice in his head, it sounded like him, but when Max turned to confront it, he found it looked like him as well.
"What are you doing here?"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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it's up to you if they're both crazy or if they meet up and are crazy in the same vicinity or whatever you like XD i will follow youuuu
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:33 am
His skin was crawling crawlingit wouldn't stop itching he would scratch his arms until they turned bright red and then some, then relief would come--
Emmanuel turned a corner, too busy scratching his arms to relieve the urge to notice the fact that he was heading straight towards a collision course with more fog. He didn't care. Nothing mattered other than getting these bugs out of his arms it hurt--
He shivered instinctively, drifting by someone who was staring his own reflection in the face. He found himself doing much the same.
"Get out of here!" threatened Emmanuel, growling low at the Emmanuel he faced. The Emmanuel he spoke with laughed in turn, a mocking, "Maybe you should leave~" echoing in turn.
Infection Rate: 35/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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Emmanuel has apparently decided to lose his mind...
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:30 am
For a half a second he saw someone beside him, a skinny kid with dark hair even crazier than his own. It was reassuring, knowing that other people were out here with him, not just copies of...
"Maybe you should leave."
The voice started out as someone else's—the kid's, maybe—but by the end of the sentence it had become his own. A second Max formed behind the first (or third, if he counted himself among the fakes, which he most certainly did not... maybe), stuttering limbs and staring, plastic eyes turning more human the longer it stood there.
"I should leave?" he replied, disbelief creeping into his tone. "You're the one who doesn't belong. I'm the only one who's real around here."
He might not have been as itchy as he had been earlier, but that was only because all of his attention was on these impostors. "How do I get out of here?" He wasn't really asking anyone in particular, but one of the other Max's answered anyway, grabbing his forearm and squeezing.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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/turns into a plane and flies them to safety
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:49 am
"You're the one who doesn't belong. I'm the only one who's real around here'"
Emmanuel shook his head, shivering and holding his and over his chest, scratching, scratching, scratching at a level that might puncture his skin. "No! You're not real. There's only one me and you can't be me too." He had no twins, it seemed the most logical. Did he have twins?
The third and fourth Emmanuels he saw hinted he had twins. Perhaps there were just things he had never been told, but these hims would understand. Yes. He breathed, and for a moment, he stopped raking at his skin. It was okay. This was normal, right?
"Are you my twins?"
"Perhaps you're just a clone, Emmanuel," offered Four, tilting his head and staring into Emmanuel's eyes. He shivered, bringing his arms back up again.
He winced at the echo of voices, and asked as if his Emmanuels had the answer, "Why is it so loud?" The voices wouldn't leave him alone. They had to go. "They need to leave."
"Perhaps you need to leave," offered Two again, mocking laughter echoing in Emmanuel's head.
Infection Rate: 35/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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Yes good, save their crazy selves
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 2:59 pm
He felt his consciousness seep out of his brain and down the arm the other him held. It entered his copy's palm, snaking through veins and bone until it made its home in this new shell. It was as familiar and comfortable as his first body had been. More so. Maybe he had belonged here all along.
"This way." He let go of his... his copy's arm. "Right?" Max nodded. He could feel the other Maxes agree as well.
"They need to leave." This time the voice was clearly not his own.
"No. They don't." Max sounded a bit like a petulant child, defending the existence of his imaginary friend. He stepped swiftly in the direction of Emmanuel's voice, almost crashing into the young man before he could truly see him.
"You'll go before them!" he shouted. There was no way anyone was going to steal his companions away. Max silently told them to attack this kid, turned to rally them to the cause, but they were gone. He turned back. "I... Who are you?"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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body swapping for fun and profit idek
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:24 pm
"No, I don't!"
"No, they don't."
Emmanuel anguished, fingers of his left hand digging into his right arm. No. He was the first! They were simply his followers. His clones. They were his hive mind. He looked the sound of a hive mind. They would all agree with him that way. The thought of a group that simply rallied with him was comforting.
"Why do you fight me?! If you are me you'll rally behind me! Let us show the power of--"
"You'll go before them!"
"NO! We are the superior--"
His voice cut and choked as he realized those he was trying so hard to keep with him had simply disappeared. Where? His eyes darted around, confused. Had he dispelled them? Had he dispelled his friends? What level of monster was--
Who was that?
Too off-balance to question a question, Emmanuel let out a, "Emmanuel." He scratched his arms again. "You?"
Infection Rate: 35/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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1. Body Swap 2. ??? 3. Profit
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:55 pm
He narrowed his eyes, his reply slightly more drawn out than it needed to be, as if he wasn't sure of his answer himself. "Max?" He rubbed at the back of his neck, certain that someone was watching them but unwilling to look and see who.
"I could have sworn there were more of... me." The loss of his copies was awkward and unpleasant, like a newly missing limb. "Did I yell at you?" He turned slightly then, but upon seeing several sharp pairs of eyes glaring at him through the fog, Max focused once more on Emmanuel. "We should go. Get back to the hospital before..."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:01 pm
"Max," repeated Emmanuel, as if confirming the fact that this was not himself to himself.
This was someone else. Had they been shouting? He really wasn't sure. He heard shouts. Shouts from himself and shouts from other people. They were overwhelming. But had he heard Max's voice before? Perhaps. It sounded familiar.
Emmanuel noted vaguely that it felt like his arms were on fire.
"Y-yeah. Me too... I thought there were ... more of me...," he shivered. "I agree. Let's go. This place is bad."
He wasn't sure the hospital was any better, but perhaps being closer to it would mean he wouldn't be as likely to be mobbed by himself.
Infection Rate: (-5 +10) 40/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
