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Post by Kasu on Jul 24, 2007 17:06:15 GMT -5
Ian (Warzone)
((lifted from MSN convo))
D: I see you've made it farther, Ian... Ian: Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. Something like that. Ian: Thanks for the laptop, again. D: You asked for it. It's the least I can do. Ian: Yeah. Hey, can you also send me a cup of tea? D: It wouldn't last. Ian: Ah. D: Especially with the explosions around. Ian: Oh, yeah. D: Having fun getting bombed? Ian: Yeah, it's an interesting experience. D: Hm... Ian: How's Akira holding up? D: You are definately an enigmatic character. Not being surprised by a bombing... D: Oh, Akira? D: She's doing... well, she's been moving forward, let's leave it at that. Ian: Alright. Speaking of moving forward...I don't suppose there's anything I can do to make the enemy forces do the reverse? D: Nope. Ian: Ah. Ian: Hey, we should hang out sometime. D: ... Ian: Drink tea together and chat. D: Well, in a sense, isn't this what we are doing now? Ian: I don't have any tea with me now, so...no. D: Thus the "in a sense". Ian: Well, ok. Ian: I am programming random things in "Java" as we speak, so technically, I'm having coffee. D: ... D: I get it, but it is not funny. Ian: Hmm. Yo D: And I doubt you have the time to program... D: What with a WAR going on. Ian: Right right. Sorry, pressed enter by accident there. D: It is ok. Happens to the best of us. Ian: Yeah. Hey, Alan. Uh, what's up with the numbers, anyways? D: Aww... telling you would ruin the suspense... Ian: Ahh, right. Not to mention, it'd be completely OOC. D: ... "OOC?" D: What is that supposed to mean? Ian: Out-of-Character. You enjoy playing games, right, Alan? D: Yes, I guess you could say that. Ian: Well then, there's a term for you! D: ... sure. Ian: Ahh, you're still not very fun to talk to. You're too tense. D: I would rather consider it "serious", not "tense", Ian. D: You, on the other hand, are too relaxed. Ian: Oh. Uhm, well, yeah. If one stopped to consider this a movie or a game, I always fancied playing the role of "enigmatic comic relief". D: And yet, this isn't either, and so you aren't. Ian: Correct as always. So, got a hint to help me out? D: Hm... D: Well, seeing as you are on one side of the conflict, try to get to the other. Ian: Clever. I could surrender...Or disguise myself. D: Well, how you manage is up to you. Ian: Oh, hey, by the way, before you go... D: Hm? Ian: What exactly are you, Alan? D: Well, in your own terms... D: The game master. Ian: Oh, hey, awesome! I tried that once. It's pretty hard keeping track of all the players. D: Hm. D: It seems you have at least some sort of understanding of my... predicament... Ian: But of course. Ian: Anyways, it seems my time is up. D: ... Ian: Say hi to Akira for me; I doubt I'm going to see her or anyone ever again. D: Oh, don't be so pessimistic. Ian: I was trying to be "serious", as you put it. D: ... D: You confuse me. Ian: So do you, but you don't see me complaining. D: Well played. Ian: Anyways, can you promise me one thing? D: Maybe. Ian: Keep me alive for one more turn. : D D: Oh, you don't need to worry about that either. D: I think. Ian: Then why say I'm too relaxed? D: I don't know anymore. You've confused me too much. Ian: Awesome. With luck, you and I will be best buddies in no time at all. D: If I may be hypocritical and pessimistic at the same time... D: I doubt that. Ian: Hmm. Shame. We're so much alike. Ian: I'll close my laptop before it explodes, ok? D: See previous answer. D: ... ok then. Ian: Great. Have fun, then.
2 more explosions send you reeling, bumping into another wall as your MacBook falls off of the table, but is unharmed. Enemy warcries can be heard right outside your door.
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Post by SoM on Jul 24, 2007 17:12:35 GMT -5
Ian stood up and picked up the MacBook, his hair covering his eyes as he sighed.
"All, right. There's, only one solution I can see to this."
He walked towards the door, and raised his head.
"I'll have to use the universal greeting, just like Hot Rod and Ultramagnus did to the Sharkticons at scene 16 of the Transformers 1986 Movie."
He paused.
"Bah weep granah weep ninni bong!"
He scratched his head. Well, this should work, anyways...
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Post by Kasu on Jul 24, 2007 17:16:04 GMT -5
Ian (Warzone)
The enemies were just about to fire at you, but your strange, nerdy greeting has thrown them off guard for a second. You have just enough time to knock one of them down and get out of there. Which is recommended. More explosions starts sending everybody reeling. It seems that they were uncalled for, and whoever is using the enemy artillery is going slightly insane and attempting to bomb everyone. Reccomended choice of action: GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
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Post by Akira on Jul 29, 2007 19:50:12 GMT -5
"Oh pooh," Akira groans, and collapses. "Out... of breath... Can't... think..." Akira rolls over and spreads her arms. She stares at the ceiling for a while until she regains her breath. Standing up, she decides to walk away from the taunting light instead. Maybe it'll work??
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Post by Ender on Aug 6, 2007 19:22:25 GMT -5
If this place felt familiar, I would be very scared...
Ender felt the walls, searching for seams, cracks, any kind of structural weakness. He finds nothing.
Where have I seen this before...
Suddenly, Ender stops.
Okay it might be time to get scared now...
Ender looks up.
It was only five years ago. Or was it? Who knows how long I've been in this psychiatric ward... The Ozaka Corporation had been a pain in the American ass for way too long. There was a command for an insurgent mission. Ender had been chosen among the line of duty to lead the mission....
The tinkling of glass was heard as a window was expertly broken. A figure rushed into the building moving stealthily, three figures followed, one by one. The first figure adjusted his mic headset. "Tomahawk calling. Come in. Gemini, Duo, Crescent, are you in position" Gemini waved, sniper rifle in hand. Duo grunted into his headset. But Crescent... "Crescent, get closer to the ground, we're not sight-seeing." Why command had allowed a novice like Crescent tag along was beyond Tomahawk. "Move in." The mission was straight-forward. Though Ozaka as an international power, the security wasn't any where near what it could, and should, be. The group of operatives quickly found their way to the directors room. A shot was fired. The objective accomplished. Then the alarms went off. "'nuts...move..move...MOVE!" The halls were brightly lit now, their black camouflage contrasted against the whitewashed wall. The group made it to stairwell. Where fire rained from above. The area was in chaos. Shots were fired everywhere. Tomahawk pulled out his Uzi and peppered the area above and below him. When quiet reigned once more. Tomahawk was the only one alive. All his men were no more. All his men and one. Crescent was a girl. Command must have known about the alarm. He had been meant ot die with the others. A self-cleaning oven. But it hadn't worked. And now the world will have hell to pay.
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Post by SoM on Aug 8, 2007 13:02:24 GMT -5
Ian frowned as he looked around his surroundings with dismay.
"Geez...If I had of known this was gonna-"
A shell landing close to him gave Ian reason for alarm. He looked at the crater where it had landed, blinked, sighed, and ran for his life.
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Post by Kasu on Nov 12, 2007 20:28:02 GMT -5
Akira (Void)
Nope, reverse psychology decides not to work in your favor. Next choice of action?
Ender (Dementia)
Applause from a single "man" is heard, along with his voice. "Nice internal monolouge. Still, you're getting distracted. Remember your task? Find the storage room. You're behind everybody else."
Ian (Warzone)
THERE we go. Anyway, more bombs keep hitting as Ian runs for the hills... or for cover. Whichever comes first. A nagging sense that something has been forgotten looms over you as the earth starts to shake and crack the lands behind you as you run. Screams of "AAAH!" "GAH!" "Mommy!" "(-b +/- (b^2-4ac)^1/2)/2a!" and "Nooo!" can be heard permeating the battlefield as enemy and allied soldiers are swallowed up by the unrelenting tremors.
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Post by Akira on Nov 12, 2007 20:54:17 GMT -5
Akira looks back, nothings changed. Forwards, backwards... Nothing's working!! She decides to try horizontal, vertical...and randomly starts jumping up and down.
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Post by SoM on Nov 17, 2007 15:17:50 GMT -5
Time to go. [/b] He sighed as he turned around, looking at the carnage going on behind him. Suddenly, he felt horribly disgusted with himself and the potential creator of all this chaos, the very man with which he had playfully chatted a few minutes prior to this. Suddenly, he didn't feel so uncaring about this situation anymore.[/color] "Alan...What...do you get...from playing around...with the lives of innocents?" The last word was spoken in a vehement tone of voice, one that was seemingly completely uncharacteristic of Ian. Looking down, he realized that his MacBook had been forgotten in all the chaos. This made him even more enraged.
Making a decision, he chose to run into the ongoing landslide. A man was about to fall into the abyss, but Ian promptly grabbed his hand and pulled him away. It was the sergeant from earlier."What do you think you're--?!""Saving, your life," he responded flatly, his tired stare unwavering."Then why are you--?!""To, find my, MacBook. Please, just, stop complaining."Ian sighed. He had grabbed the sergeant with the arm that currently had a bullet in it; coupled with the other, older man's resistance, this was no easy feat. The last thing he needed was another thing to concentrate on apart from looking for his MacBook, which, for now, despite the earthquake, was exactly what he was trying to do.[/size]
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Post by Kasu on Nov 18, 2007 12:21:37 GMT -5
Akira (Void)
You just make a fool of yourself... again... The light is still far off, and the elevator dissapears with a *ding!*.
Ian (Warzone)
Now THAT'S a gutsy move, running into the middle of an earthquake for you laptop... The earth shakes and rattles around you, chunks of land going vertical then breaking a la the Titanic. The sergeant gives you one sidelong look before running for his life. Your MacBook can be found on a plateau seemingly untouched by the quake. The crazy bomber hasn't quite gotten the idea of an earthquake and is still trying to shell the hell out of everybody.
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Post by SoM on Nov 18, 2007 13:09:50 GMT -5
Leap(s) of Faith.
MacBook or insane guy? MacBook or insane guy? Both.
After scratching an itch on his head, Ian will take a flying leap towards his MacBook. His surprisingly in-shape build, coupled with his skill at the high-jump will prove more than enough to scale the height of the object on which the MacBook rests. On landing, he will duck down while running, and, without stopping, swoop up his presumably closed MacBook in his right hand. He will continue running until he reaches the edge of the obstacle closest to the artillery man, and then take a flying leap towards the man, tucking in his legs and arms in order to make himself a smaller target. The man will presumably not have enough sanity left to aim; the chances of Ian successfully reaching the male without getting blown apart are in his favor.
Upon reaching the man, Ian will not give him a chance to react; he will grab the soldier by the collar with his left hand and drag him away from the cannon, towards the nearest area away from the earthquake.
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Ender
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Post by Ender on Nov 20, 2007 16:30:22 GMT -5
=Right...right...storage room, if the building has the same structure as the one I was in, it would be...to the left of here....
Ender turns to the left and sees a door.
Thank god for mass produced building complexes
Ender swings the door open.
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Post by Kasu on Nov 20, 2007 20:43:03 GMT -5
*Oh, this is too good.*
Ender (01110- Dementia)
... and falls. Welcome to... to...
? (4263 6837- Control Room) Damnit. Why the hell have I started slipping... I can't think straight anymore.
Ender (02110- FmEiAnRd)
Welcome to another nightmare. Except, this is real. You fall into a pitch black pit with a ladder, a crowbar, and all of your inventory taken away. The ladder leads up to a small aperture of strangely pulsating light, one moment blue, the next, red, and switching back and forth, back and forth.
? (4263 6837- Control) One down, one to go.
Ian (04110- Warzone)
The insane artillery man is dragged out from his station, and the bombings stop fueling the earthquake. The ground settles... well, as far as it could settle from what it had done. Anyway, Mr. Bomber is shouting something about something controlling him, the matrix, the fact that life isn't real, and other stuff like that.
His dogtag reads: "Spector, ~~~~(blurry), 88th Artillery"
? (Control) Have I been giving them too many clues?
Nah... not yet.
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Post by SoM on Nov 20, 2007 23:05:36 GMT -5
Digging for Information
Ian gives the man a pitying look, and sighs.
"I...have no answers for, you...Only that, I, have reason to believe the man controlling you goes by the name of D..."
But if he's controlling this guy...Why can he even think about being controlled? Does Alan really take that much pleasure from it?
...No, something doesn't add up...
...It's almost as if he's teasing me with secrets here... Ian looks up at the sky, sighs, and examines his surroundings. Noticing a couple of wrecked houses abandoned by the opposition, he will dash into one of them, pulling the artillery man along by the arm. On reaching his destination, he will find somewhere to sit and rest his laptop before opening it up.
He will examine the programs again, and coming to a decision, open up the strange text file observed before.
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Post by Akira on Nov 21, 2007 16:52:48 GMT -5
"Ack this is crazy" Akira thinks to herself. "I must look like a fool!" The elevator disappears, just as she turns around, surprised by the sound. She stares at the spot where the elevator had been... and frustratedly yells at the cieling. Sky. Space. Upper void.
"HEY! HELLO!?! IS ANYONE THERE?!?!" Akira screams at no one in particular. Not that anyone was there...
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Post by Kasu on Nov 22, 2007 20:19:10 GMT -5
Ian (04110- Warzone) The MacBook turns on with a *ding!*, and the programs are as listed: World of Warcraft My Computer My Documents Internet Explorer Recycle Bin Calculator Minesweeper 04110 (Read-Only Text File) and MSN Messenger.
What now, techie boy?
Akira (03110- Void) A single voice replies "No. No, there isn't anybody here." There is no body to go with the voice... but it sounds like a young man, almost too young... whatever that meant.
Maybe your solitude has been making you a bit crazy?
? (Control) *taps fingers on desk* Everything is going according to plan... 1 subject has yet to awaken. What's taking her?
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Post by SoM on Nov 22, 2007 20:25:23 GMT -5
As stated before...
Ian blinks.
Weird...Could of sworn I already clicked on the text file, but, whatever...
Ian opens the text file.
((Again. >-> My actions stated he would last post. ))
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Post by Kasu on Nov 22, 2007 20:36:06 GMT -5
((*blink blink* Wha? *reread* Oh. Oh oh oh.))
Ian (04110- Warzone)
The text file stated
00110 01110 02110 03110 04110 05110 06110 07110 08110 09110 10110 2668765 7666
After about 2 minutes, it closed itself, as if it didn't want to be read anymore.
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Post by SoM on Nov 22, 2007 21:14:25 GMT -5
Consideration.
Hmm. There has to be something meaningful to these numbers...but what? I get the feeling that if I had a bit more info, this would become clear, but... As it stands, I've got nothing...
Oh god, I hope Akira's okay...I feel so unlike a gentleman, abandoning her like that...
...I wonder if Alan's enjoying my heavy thought processes thus far...?
Bored, he opens up Internet Explorer, and, going to www.google.com, types in Akira. While that loads(assuming, miraculously, he is given a connection to the internet), he opens up Minesweeper.
C'mon Alan...Since this is all just like a game to you... "Let's play."
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Post by Kasu on Nov 22, 2007 21:28:38 GMT -5
? (Control) Heh.
Ian (04110- Warzone)
Google's search returns only one entry:
"Akira's fine. For now."
The minesweeper loads... and your first move explodes. You reload, cursing your bad luck. Try again, click on a square... mine! No matter how many times you try, you just keep hitting a mine on the first try...
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Post by SoM on Nov 23, 2007 17:59:01 GMT -5
Back to Business.
Why, hello there.
Oh god...Not you, er, me again...
But of course. Who did you expect?
To tell the truth, anybody but me.
These internal monologues you keep on having, coupled with the small talk you make with this guy are distracting you from your true goals; did you know that?
I...?
What's your name?
Uh, Ian, of course.
How do you know that?
Because--...Be...cause...
The only reason you know your name is because he called you that at the very beginning. Don't deny it.
I...what...
A voice crackles out of an unseen P.A. box. "Welcome Ian. How are you doing? I trust you have awoken with a slight... confusion, correct?" But...it seemed so natural...the name...
Even so, who are you? You still don't know anything about your identity, who you were in the past. Some act you did clearly condemned you here; shouldn't you be more concerned about that?
I...
That's right.
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Ian found himself resting his head on his laptop, both hands clenched on to it as though in fear.
I...I've lost track of any goals I initially had coming here... As a player of this game, I've failed...I...I haven't even found any proof for my existence...I just...took his word for it during that IM conversation...I...God, this is so bizarre...
Perhaps more puzzling to Ian was why this occurred to him at this moment, with seemingly no reason for the mental trigger. He looked at his screen, and saw the x-eyed smiley face staring back at him, realizing that it must've been him subconsciously realizing this was no time to play games. This was serious, and if he didn't take it as such, he wouldn't be able to save himself.
No...not just myself...Akira... I... I have to protect her from this...this...scum...
The Warzone had taken its toll on Ian, and he had made a decision: Game Master or not, Alan was beyond salvation. From here on in, the game had become serious. He went back to the open Internet Explorer window and opened a new tab. In the tab with the Google search open, he types in History of Ian.
Now then... He clicks on the new tab. Where do I go from here...?
...mail... ...? What, the...
As though by instinct, his hands move and type in www.gmail.com in an almost practiced motion. An input box comes up asking for username and password. His hands once again run across the keyboard, typing in truthliminality for a username and ************ for the password. He presses enter, and his e-mail begins to load.
Wha...What just...happened... Weird...
While these two things happen, he turns around and notices the artillery man still looking at him. There is long period of silence...
...Wait. What if Alan didn't expect me to grab and save this guy...? What if, because of that, this guy's a fountain of information he didn't want me to get now in my possession? I may have finally found an advantage over him...
The young boy walks over to the man, sits down, and smiles at him.
"Please...I, I would greatly appreciate, it, if you were to tell me everything you know about this place and, what, happened to you..." He sighs. "I, too, am just like you...only different in appearance and personality...I, think, if we work together..."
"We might finally be able to solve everything...so, please...please answer me..." He looks down towards the ground and heaves another sigh.
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Post by Ender on Dec 8, 2007 13:04:23 GMT -5
"f**kin' hell"
Ender stands back up, scanning the dark room in the meager light provided. Attempting to find a ladder out, he pushes the ladder against the wall. Scanning the vicinity, he also grabs the crowbar in case anything jumps out at him.
One down, one to go? The hell....are there others....
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Post by SoM on Feb 5, 2009 11:55:34 GMT -5
Monologue
"Hello."
"I call myself Ian. I don't know if that's my actual name, but for the sake of giving people something to know me by, I use it."
"It was mere hours ago(I think) that I woke up in this bizarre world, stripped of my memories, my identity. Was there any to begin with? I do not know."
"I have ventured through this world of insanity, yet I have gotten nowhere in terms of answering questions. The one who talks to me occasionally taunts me with an enigmatic personality and equally mysterious numbers."
"He takes amusement at my predicament."
"Do I? Slightly."
"The voice, the God of this world, who I refer to on a slightly personal level as Alan, may be omnipotent."
"I am without a hope for escape unless he is to grant me it out of his own will, or unless I am to find some manner of exploiting him."
"I struggle on, aware of this. Why? Even I do not know."
"Perhaps...it is her. If I could gain the sympathy of him to her cause...maybe I could convince Alan to release her."
"But is escape certain? Maybe the bizarre nature of this world, or worlds, has deluded me into believing it is not Reality."
"But he said I existed before it occurred..."
"It..."
"Yes, it..."
The boy looks up, his hands clenched, his eyes determined.
"Something occurred...something that brought me here...I felt a desire when I awoke to determine what that was, which means there was indeed life before all this."
"I will solve it."
"I will find out what happened, or if I cannot, my own two hands will grant me escape in one final act of desperation. I need not describe it."
"So it shall be written."
Begin.
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Post by Kasu on Feb 5, 2009 20:25:49 GMT -5
(I do believe that things have gotten... interesting.) IAN: Warzone (04110): Having fun typing to yourself? Maybe that monologue shall be kept as a momento of your state of mind, a snapshot of this one moment in the middle of everywhere where you seem to be rational... but are you really?
Ah, sorry. I digress. That man you're talking to? Unconscious. Fainted dead away during your activities.
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Your computer promptly crashes, the shelter in which you're located falls apart at the seams, and the sky, once a light blue, starts gradienting its way into a blood red, the once white clouds becoming a menacing pitch black.
ENDER: FmEiAnRd (02110)
"No, Ender. There are no others. There were never any others, and there will never be any others. You are by yourself. Always."
The lights above continue to pulsate, red, blue, red, blue, red, blue...
AKIRA: Void (03110)
Not only is there nobody there, there is no echo coming from your screams. It feels as if you are truly alone, being suspended in nothingness except for the elevator you came in.
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Post by SoM on Feb 7, 2009 11:52:04 GMT -5
Advantage: Gone.
Ian's tired eyes switch back and forth between four things: the sky's red hue, the unconscious man, the rubble that had been made of his temporary shelter, and his crashed computer(of all the times to BSOD...but he doubted it was coincidence).
"Getting, out of here might not be such a bad, idea, actually sounds pretty good right about now...Thanks for the advice."
He grabs his laptop, and starts to run...abruptly stops.
"But..."
He dashes back to the man on the floor, grabbing him again by the collar.
"If you think, I'm going to give up, just like that, you're wrong."
He will check his surroundings for any signs of a potential escape from the threatening atmosphere, assuming all hell to break loose at any given moment.
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