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Bloodshot
June 26th, 2008, 05:50 PM
"I'm sorry I was going insane:). I couldn't stand to be in there for one more second, the gaurds are nice though."

castlemanic
June 26th, 2008, 05:57 PM
(loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooool)

Varthonai
June 26th, 2008, 06:52 PM
"I'm sorry I was going insane:). I couldn't stand to be in there for one more second, the gaurds are nice though."

"Yes, well," muttered Hector, "there's not much for it now. You might as well come with us. Keep the evil cackling down to a minimum, though--this is a stealth operation, and it would be a grievous tragedy if I had to eat your lungs just to keep you from giving away our position."

Shriek looked mildly amused at this prospect. The Joker was more than mildly amused, however--he seemed to find the prospect absolutely hilarious. But then, he thinks everything is funny, doesn't he?

Hector turned a corner and continued leading the group.

(FYI to SPP and Bloodshot: you should both keep in mind that you have no reason to trust Hector's leadership at all. In fact, you could plan a mutiny together if you wanted.)

Bloodshot
June 26th, 2008, 07:08 PM
"hehe Good to hehe go, HECTOHAHAHAHAHa!" I said in a histarical laugh, then shut my mouth.

Xaxem
June 27th, 2008, 12:15 AM
I guess I was wrong about this guy. He's not a people-raper, he's a wall-raper... I guess there's not as much harm in that...

Nny shot a curious glance at guest-- that is to say, Johnny's contorted face was a curiosity, and the contortion of his face was inspired by curiosity. It's not every day a three-mouthed stranger visits at 4 AM promising to free one from a false reality, whilst asking to make contact with the physical embodiment of all evil. Nny, being naive to the true nature of the Wallbeast, was not unwilling to allow this to happen-- aforementioned contact, that is.

"You aren't going to have to break the barrier or something? I mean, I've spent a lot of human lives-- pitiful human lives, but human lives-- keeping that thing in there. It's be a shame if you accidentally ended the world, simultaneously making my torturous and tortured endeavors for naught. If you can promise me that you won't end everything, sure, go ahead."

Varthonai
June 27th, 2008, 12:51 AM
The Corinthian took this to be the surest sign of assent from Nny that he would get, so he stepped forward and gently touched a hand to the Wall. He closed his eye-mouths and cleared his mind.

--dream--

--nightmare--

--U == FURF*G U DOOSH--

--our will is stronger than yours--

--Yeah, dumbass. F*ck off--

--before we beat you--

--like the little pussy you are.--

--y43h, n00b--

These were the sort of minds that the Corinthian had been used to rehabilitate for years. The sort of arrogant, self-assured assholes that vented their insecurities on others; the scum of the human race, the people that he had been created to transform, who he had been born to convert into positive forces using the power of fear.

He was skilled at engaging them--after all, they were his specialty. But to take on so many of them at once... that was a different matter altogether.

When the Corinthian opened his eye-mouths, he was in another void. Inside the Wall, he realized.

"Hey, DUMBASS, we told you to f*ck off!"

The nightmare drew out his knife and lunged at the source of the voice.

"AGH! HOLY F*CKING SH*T! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME! ARE YOU--"

Are these the souls of people that Nny has killed? thought the Corinthian. Suddenly I feel like we're close brothers.

The Corinthian put his face close to the struggling man's and sucked out both his eye sockets.

"AAAAAAAAH! HOLY SH*T! YOU BIT MY EYES OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

Good observation. Especially considering your new lack of eyes.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, I'LL F*CKING KILL YOU!"

"You'll have to find me first," muttered the Corinthian. The blind man stumbled to his feet and rushed in the direction of the noise. The Corinthian neatly slashed the man's throat with his Swiss Army knife as he passed.

A few shocked voices arose in chorus from the darkness around the Corinthian.

"Ohmigawd, he killed that guy! That guy, what's-his-name!"

"That's so tragic! What's-his-name was my best friend!"

"Stupid bitch. He's just going to respawn in a few minutes. I mean, he's already DEAD, he can't die AGAIN."

"Ah, f*ck you f*gs. I'm gonna go make fun of some retarded kids."

"Yeah, me too. Later, guys!"

The voices dispersed. The Corinthian closed his eye-mouths, cleared his mind, and moved back out from the Wall.

The nightmare quickly withdrew his hand. "I admire your work," the Corinthian said, nodding amicably at Nny. "I certainly do not question the value of keeping this monster locked away. Unfortunately, that means we will have to take it with us."

Xaxem
June 27th, 2008, 01:38 AM
"Take it with us?"

Nny imagined the following scenario:

The Corinthian operated a crane he manifested through teamster mind-control-- this is assuming teamsters exist in the real world outside the current simulated reality. Hordes of guardians from this reality stormed the crane and Johnny fought them off heroicly and violently, shouting one-liners all of the time. The Corinthian rams the crane through the fake walls of this fake reality and leads Nny and the Wallbeast to greener pastures.

Of course, the Wallbeast would spontaneously combust, on account of its being an evil shitstain on the Lord's pant'loons.

Anyway, back to reality. Simulated reality. Simulated fake reality.

"Wai,t if the Wallbeast is real, but everything else is fake... then we can take the wall with us without the house!"

Nny realized so much had been confirmed for him in these past few moments, and yet with this confirmation came even deeper questions. So the world is a lie; what is truth? Who designed that truth?

"Hey, what gives you the authority to... help... me? Huh!? How do I know you're not just another facet of this shitbag existence!? How do I know you're not a hallucination, for that matter!? Nobody in their right mind could conceive of such an obtuse anatomy!"

Nny let up for a moment.

"What's it like on the outside world or where-ever you come from, Mister Mouth-Eyes? Are there idiots there, too? Say no."

Varthonai
June 27th, 2008, 01:58 AM
"What's it like on the outside world or where-ever you come from, Mister Mouth-Eyes? Are there idiots there, too? Say no."

"......no?" the Corinthian asked, mildly concerned. But only mildly.

Nny didn't look convinced.

"Well, to be honest, I'm just as new to the place outside of this world as you are. I'm something of a prisoner here... that is, we both are. And I've dealt with one or two idiot-esque people since I arrived, but on the whole people seem to be avoiding me up there."

He looked around the house, opened the door, and glanced outside. He noted Todd's face watching apprehensively out the window, afraid that his "angel" might soon be disemboweled by the Scary Neighbor Man and painted over the Wall.

"You're such a fundamental part of this world that I almost doubt that it really exists separately from you," the Corinthian continued. "You know, I felt a bit of protagonist in that boy across the street... that shouldn't happen if he's just an illusion. I wouldn't be surprised if this world actually IS your world, and they simply packaged it up and dumped it into the prison cell with the rest of you. They seem to be quite awfully powerful people."

The Corinthian turned back to Nny. "Your world shouldn't be here. It's constrained. Its idiocy is condensed even more than usual. Among other things, I am a visionary--and I see that this world should be part of the Multiverse, not in some cosmic hellhole of a pocket dimension. This is a higher calling for you, Nny. And you should--"

Suddenly the Corinthian noticed something odd, out of the corner of his left eye-mouth.

"Er, Nny? I don't mean to sound alarmed, but why are there two polystyrene Pillsbury Doughboys walking out of the basement?"

Killervirus
June 27th, 2008, 08:41 AM
"This is it? I mean, seriously, this is the guy you don't want me to free? To be honest, I expected a more.. Voluntary Manslaughter type." Belkar said with a laugh.

It was somewhere between the high-pitched laughter of a kid and the barking of a dog.

"No, common, maybe he gots some cool powers or something. Like, summoning flesheating bunnies. Oh, man, that gotta be sweet. He doesn't seem to tough to, I can probably kill him afterwards. Woot, a free show and an extra kill! Man, I'm a genius." he taught, while backing away a few steps. He hadn't failed his spot check on the winch above the McCarthy's cell.

He hoped his strength was great enough to operate it.

But first, that tazer. As if it was a daily gesture, wich it was, Belkar took out a knife and threw it elgantly toward the shaky hand that holded the tazer. It stabbed right through the man's wrist.

"AAAH, OH MY GOD, YOU LITTLE BASTARD, I'M GONNA-" he was cut short when Belkar jumped upwards and grabbed the winch. Belkar groaned as he pulled on it. He smiled as it moved, slowly opening a door beneath him, giving the McCarthy freedom.
"Let's see what he does then." Belkar muttered, without getting down.
Attacks from the air were so much funner.

Varthonai
June 27th, 2008, 03:24 PM
(Good work, Virus.)

Hector led his group to a metal doorway.

EXIT it read. EMPLOYEES ONLY

Hector placed one of his gloved hands inside of a hole next to the door. A light flashed green and the doorway opened.

"Inside, everyone," hissed Hector in a low voice. "We'll need to work quickly."

Victory
June 27th, 2008, 03:38 PM
The gate screeched highly as it slowly opened. For a second the thought of staying put flashed inside my head, a whispering doubt that helped prove that I wasn't completely insane after all. I push open the steel gate and look at Adams, bleeding all over the floor as he desperately switched from clutching his wounded hand with his healthy one to trying to reach for the tazer again.

Those daydreams I experienced earlier comes back with a punch. Adams's corpse before my feet.

I put everything I am into the kick and the adrenaline neatly covers the pain as my foot makes contact with Adams's sharp chin. He doesn't make a sound, the panic is spinning in his head, taking him through roller coasters of his worst fears and their worst case scenarios. I know the feeling, much too well.

"You know what you did wrong?"

Adams's eyes are blank. He isn't dead but he isn't alive for the moment. Starring into the roof with a haunted weight on his breathing.

"It wasn't the abduction"

Adams gulped harshly.

"It wasn't the prisson. It's not the worst place I've woken up in."

He was trying to move. His eyes were searching along the roof and the walls. He heard me. He heard it good.

"It was the car, Adams."

I catch Adams glare for a second; a moment that seem to last forever.

"You shouldn't have destroyed my car. I could've forgiven you if you hadn't."

My gut tightens when I take a glanse at Adams's injured hand. I have to take a closer look. The wound is already gone, showing a bloodstained patch of healthy skin. Adams, you son of a bitch.

Four knuckles crash into my cheek as Adams suddenly springs to live. He has a decent punch, but he's no fighter. I kick again, forcing him up against the wall. That when I see it, a boil in Adams stomach. It could've been anything - anything that was insignificant for the moment - if it wasn't that it was giving off a vague ember from underneath his skin. It was artifical and I could guess what its purpose was.

Varthonai
June 27th, 2008, 03:52 PM
Adams gripped his stomach reflexively. "Don't you... don't... you dare... McCarthy," he groaned.

On the roof of McCarthy's cell, Adams could see Belkar grinning manically.

Suddenly the microscopic earpiece in Adams' head buzzed online.

"Security 2 Guard 'Adams,' this is Medical. We sense the premature activation of your standard-issue subdermal medical device. Please explain the nature of your actions."

F*ck, thought Adams. I can't even die with honor now... they'll know I brought this on myself, letting the Halfling out...

"This is all your fault, McCarthy," Adams hissed. "I could have restrained the Halfling if you hadn't interfered. Damn it, if I'm going down I'll take you with me!"

castlemanic
June 27th, 2008, 04:45 PM
(hey varthonai, i thought of another character who could be suggested in the girls choices, Linda Tavara, the coninuity is Heroes: graphic novels, she could be a good character to play with if anyone wants, plus it isnt that hard to figure out what shes like, shes baisically sylar only alot more deadly from the start, altho she was killed pathetically from a guy who could heal others (ironic huh?) but anyway, she could be used as a character, and if anyone wants to try being linda tavara, go to http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/novels/novels_library.shtml, and she has absorbed alot of powers but the only one shes displayed was the first one she absorbed, which was seeing the dead, so continuity doesnt change for her really, well apart from being a teen to adult, but that doesnt matter, it shows in the graphic novel, and theres only three graphic novels about her, they are graphic novels 73, 78 and 80 in case anyone wants to find out more about linda, the graphic novels are interesting, or the shotcut would be to go to wikipedia, but u dont actually know what she thinks, so if anyone wants the shortcut go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Heroes_characters_with_special_abilities#L inda_Tavara and you get to find out how she gets killed, and the graphic novels sorta go backwards but whatever, anyway just a suggestion to those who may be interested, and varthonai can say whether she was a serial killer or not, but anyway just a suggestion)

Varthonai
June 27th, 2008, 04:56 PM
(I guess she counts as a serial killer, certainly if Dwight McCarthy does. My bigger issue is that her powers are kind of a ripoff of Sylar's. Not exactly the same, but pretty similar.)

(I'd allow her, but she's not strongly encouraged.)

castlemanic
June 27th, 2008, 05:07 PM
(fair enough)

Bloodshot
June 28th, 2008, 09:26 AM
I walked in to see a room that looked much like my cell but un-padded,
"Where are we?" I asked. It also had a lot of gadgets and gizmoz.

Varthonai
June 28th, 2008, 10:13 AM
I walked in to see a room that looked much like my cell but un-padded,
"Where are we?" I asked. It also had a lot of gadgets and gizmoz.

Hector held up a hand to indicate silence. "We're in the Control Complex for Security Level 5," he whispered. "Both of you--get in front of me, act like prisoners. They have cameras everywhere in here and if we look suspicious, we'll draw fifty squads of guards down on our heads."

Bloodshot
June 28th, 2008, 10:42 AM
"righto" I whispered then got in front of hector putting my hands behind my back, but keeping a lethal joybuzzer on my hand just in case.

castlemanic
June 28th, 2008, 01:40 PM
(dam it, i had something really good written, but then the page got messed up, lol, ah well, maybe another time)

Silverpaperplate
June 28th, 2008, 04:30 PM
Shriek pinched her eyes. She had been a bit suspicious all the time. The fact this Joker followed Hector's every wink didn't relax her in any sort of way, but had just kept her thinking.
"Why would they place cameras here anyway?" She muttered, annoyed. The idea he -- Along with the captures had with calling her Ms. Barrison had not helped on her mood. She hated it. Hector got her good. She knew she would have to do as he said to make sure nothing happened. At least nothing he didn't plan on. She hesitated before following the Joker's example. One trick and you're a dead man, Hector.

Varthonai
June 30th, 2008, 10:48 PM
"Why would they place cameras here anyway?" Shriek muttered, annoyed.

"That's an excellent question, Ms. Barrison," Hector replied. "They placed cameras here in the hopes of preventing us from doing exactly what we are doing now--attempting sabotage."

Shriek looked a bit unimpressed. Hector reached into the interior of his sleeve and withdrew a single USB stick.

"I happen to know that their computers are Mac-compatible," Hector chuckled. His laughter was dry, like a snake rattle. "They function on our captors' universe's version of Apple software. So I am going to upload a virus that one of my cellmates designed into their mainframe. It will shut down a number of measures of security, release one of the strongest prisoners from Level 5, and trigger a complicated series of emergency procedures which will act as a decoy while we recruit more Level 5 prisoners to our side. If we're quick, we should be able to acquire enough powerful members to combat a small army. That's when we strike at the heart of this organization, hijack the prison controls, and go back home."

Hector put the USB drive back into his sleeve. "Or, if you'd prefer, you can go find your own way out. I doubt you'll succeed, though--they've put quite a bit of thought into this place, and it will withstand just about any escape attempt. But I won't stop you--help from both of you would be appreciated, even useful--but certainly not necessary. So, can I rely on both of you here?"




(In case any newcomers are confused, let me simplify. There are 4 story yarns right now, and they're happening at the same time in-game.)

(1. The Corinthian and Johnny C. are trapped in Johnny C.'s virtual prison cell.)

(2. Belkar Bitterleaf and Dwight McCarthy are fighting a Security Level 2 guard named Adams.)

(3. Hector, Shriek, and the Joker are trying to sabotage the security systems on Security Level 5.)

(4. Sylar is still trapped in his custom-designed cell block on Security Level 5.)

castlemanic
July 1st, 2008, 12:46 PM
three frozen figures stood infron of Sylar "how come they didnt know how to get out?" he turned around and walked over the bodies of several other guards he had killed, trying to get answers, or mostly staying alive. Sylar continued down the hallway, the door infront of him flew off its hinges, breaking parts of the wall in the process, as sylar walked through the door, a wall then faced him, he then turned around and saw a metal door that was wide open, guards aiming their guns at him yelling out cliche comands such as "Put your hands in the air" and "freeze", upon hearing these cliches, Sylar lifted his hands into the air and said, with a mocking tone, "your turn to freeze" as ice shot out of his hands, freezing all the guards that stood near the door, Sylar then sent one of the frozen guards flying away, shattering against the wall that was hit, Sylar moved his way through the frozen bodies out of his cell, more guards came round the corner and were met by one of their flying frozen comrades, others fired at Sylar but their bullets stopped in mid air, then were reaimed at the guards and shot towards the guards, returning to where they came, then one guard stood "you turn" he aimed his hand at the guard, nothing happened.
"what, how can that be?" Sylar said as the guard moved closer, then removing the mask he wore, showed himself
"remember me?" asked the guard, Sylars first guard
"h-h-how did you do that"
"its not what i did, its what you didnt do" the guard said, smiling.