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Dec 30, 2016 7:28:39 GMT -8
Post by raz on Dec 30, 2016 7:28:39 GMT -8
You are alone.
Around you, nothing but darkness to be seen. There's a floor beneath your feet that feels like a thin layer between you and the endless precipice but you can't see it, you can't see anything, there is nothing. Your clothes are the sort of thing you might have worn back on earth, and in your hand, a simple weapon you might have used back then too.
You are alone, and you are powerless.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 7:45:27 GMT -8
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Post by raz on Dec 30, 2016 7:45:27 GMT -8
"Kyana! Falks!!"
Raz cups his hands and yells, every name he can think of. They were just right there, they've got to be somewhere close by... But there's nothing. No response, no, anything, no matter how many directions he looks in.
"Clear... Raine... Anybody! "
He takes a deep breath, and swallows, taking a step forward. And another, until something behind him, a sound or a gut feeling, turns him around with a flicker of hope.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 7:52:24 GMT -8
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Post by raz on Dec 30, 2016 7:52:24 GMT -8
But you are alone.
Figures appear in the edges of your vision, fully formed when you bring your attention to them. Their gazes are lowered, eyes shadowed, hands gripped tightly around a weapon of choice. Some you might recognize. The people you let down.
The only friends you have here are the ones you failed. And they charge towards you, weapons at the ready. Why are you the one left behind? Why did you let me die? Why are you the ones fate smiled on?
Why why Why why why why whywhywhwhywwhywhw
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 8:03:04 GMT -8
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Post by raz on Dec 30, 2016 8:03:04 GMT -8
A wave of nausea hits as your vision is split by static, a wave tangible enough to bring you to your knees. The darkness surrounding you is stiffling, the remnants are gone, but the sensation of nails being driven into your skull only gets fresher. An attack you can't grasp, and a power likewise that surrounds you.
Behind you, something writhes. Red eyes from the dark, movement it hurts to look at, and the overwhelming truth.
Another wave of ill, and a specter is driving forward with a weapon, the incomprehensible behind you gone.
You are alone and this is how you attorney for your sins. You suffer and suffer, and then you die.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 9:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by frozenlake on Dec 30, 2016 9:36:10 GMT -8
The Warrior finds himself within the darkness. He grabs a knife on the floor of the void next to him, and gets up, eyes searching the abyss. He felt something important was missing, but right now, he just wanted to shank that son of a bitch that tore him in two.
The Dreamer floats within the void, huddled up in a fetal position. He is sobbing, having broken down. He knows that he was broken by the scourge, and that half of his soul is missing, but he can't find the strength to act.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 9:50:20 GMT -8
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Post by raz on Dec 30, 2016 9:50:20 GMT -8
"No... No, you're..."
"It's me, Cynthia. It's just me. The same way you left me.
Alone."
Falks takes a step back, one hand clasping over her mouth as her eyes widen. The man standing in front of her, someone she never thought she'd see again. Someone who's death she made peace with a long time ago and who she fought for even now. First, was relief.
But his words shut it out. And she thought, was I honoring his memory? Or just running away? An answer she thought she had suddenly seemed far away, and he, a few steps closer.
"Jerome... Jer I, I tried, I did everything-EVERYTHING I could, to not lose another person, like you would have wanted! Why-"
Two blows from behind knock her forward and choke her on her words, forward into a punch hurtling into her stomach that knocks the wind out of her.
"And you think that helps? You think you're a leader now, you think if you try hard enough to fill my shoes you can make up for everyone we lost?! Everyone YOU lost?! Cynthia... You're a failure. We're all failures, you just got to live a little longer. Nothing I did amounted to anything."
Jerome goes for an overhead punch, and it's all Falls can do but lift her arm to ward off the worst of it and be knocked a few skidding feet away. Her vision blurs, then warps as the writhing all around returns, and her arm refuses her orders as the sensation of pain she can barely comprehend surrounds her.
And she's back, on her knees, coughing as Jerome and two others surround her.
"Nothing we did ever amounted to anything. Nothing you've done mattered. And nothing you're going to do matters. That's what it means to be a scavenger of the void's scraps... dead or alive, none of us matter. Not a thing matters."
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 9:57:17 GMT -8
Post by frozenlake on Dec 30, 2016 9:57:17 GMT -8
From afar, the Dreamer sees something happening in the distance. Unable to find the strength to move, he settles for watching instead. He sees himself.
The Warrior wades through the darkness. Two ghostly mirages appear near him, speaking to him. He can't understand the words spoken to him, even as one of them screams at him for killing her. He knows enough to avoid attacking them, as they are allies, but a third shade appears, sneering at him, holding a shovel. Him. The one that kept him from ending the heir, even after the heir killed a part of him. He lunges at the image with the knife, screaming out in rage. One of the other shades try to grab him, and they get a slash for their efforts, feathers falling away. If they would keep him from doing this, then they weren't allies in the first place.
The Dreamer sobs, staring at the carnage his other self was causing. He couldn't even yell out at them to stop. He just mentally hit himself for not doing a damn thing.
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lunarLunatic
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 11:02:52 GMT -8
Post by lunarLunatic on Dec 30, 2016 11:02:52 GMT -8
The darkness was maddening.
Raine, with neither her partner or her weapon and left with only her old clothes and a small and pathetic knife, fumbles around in a panic, until she trips.
A familiar voice is heard.
"F-f-frost!?"
She scrambles to get up, only to be knocked back down; a sharp pain on her back.
"You didn't even warn me about what was going to happen. And yet you think some sort of half-assed attempt at revenge is gonna help? You're the one who got me killed in the first place."
No matter how much she tried to get up, she gets kicked back down.
She wanted to say something...Anything.
But nothing came out.
A hollow laugh escapes from what seemed to be her friend.
"You deserved what came to you, you coward."
The ghosts weren't safe either.
All of them, assaulted by words and actions. Things they regret come back to light.
"You just took the easy way out and left us to suffer!" Fragile. "Why didn't you save us!?"
"You should have never even joined us in the first place." Helpless. "You only cared about yourself."
Most of them try to bark back, to no avail.
And the most recent of the ghosts...Who does not even try to fight back, trying to reach out to those who she may have wronged...
"YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LET YOU WIN? YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT!!"
There was only so much abuse one can take before they start to break down.
Eins and Zwei...Medicine and Coppelia, however...
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 11:19:28 GMT -8
Post by metreu on Dec 30, 2016 11:19:28 GMT -8
Clear is standing alone in the darkness. This of course, is something she is used to.
Her knights have been freed of their services and what was left of their souls has moved on.
Clear draws matter from her clothes and creates a small candle in her hands. The wick alights and casts light into the darkness...
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 11:34:02 GMT -8
Post by creeperpuncher on Dec 30, 2016 11:34:02 GMT -8
You continue firing at everything that approaches the ship. If this were a Turf War, you'd probably have the high score for amount of turf inked... if only because no one else is using ink-based weapons. Suddenly, a large black wall of foreboding... something, approaches. It hits, and you begin to see the scattering pixels of your dream-avatar waking up, and then... Nothing.
You regain consciousness in a black void. You try to move, but you seem to be stuck in place. After a short while, something... or someone... floats up toward you. It's a yellow Inkling girl, dressed in Seer of Time garb. Her left arm and leg seem to have been erased, replaced by a wireframe outline continually shedding pixels.
???: ...you diid thiis...
KALMARO: 3Э ...What did I doo? 3Э
???: ...you caused our downfall... heiir...
???: ...you were the one that prototyped the iimage of dj octaviio...
The image of a green, Octarian-looking sprite appears as the girl points with her intact arm.
OCTARIOSPRITE: Gahahaha! Imma remix some underlings!
???: ...the black kiing gaiined the octokiing's turntables...
???: ...then, your poorly tiimed tiime attack turned them iinto a beat mesa...
KALMARO: 3Э ...Beat Mesa...? 3Э
???: ...a deviice that causes... a scratch...
???: ...your attack let the black kiing erase our sessiion...
Again, the girl points, this time with her erased arm. A new image forms, seeming to be a video-like view of the Black King running across Skaia.
The Black King tears like heck across the battlefield, a large glowing record player in his tentacles. Stomping over Prospitian and Dersite alike, he heads for a large cone-shaped mound inside a ruined white castle. He jumps, and slam-dunks the device onto the pedestal. A transparent screen appears above it, text ominously appearing.
BLACK KING
CODE
RESET
A large white bubble appears from the device, engulfing everything.
KALMARO: 3Э ...What the...? Hoow did I... 3Э
???: ...ii saw your future traiil... and that of the kiing... ii knew ii had to flee...
???: ...even wiith my foresiight as the seer of tiime... ii wasnt fast enough...
The girl gestures to her erased limbs, clearly victims of being clipped by a Scratch.
KALMARO: 3Э ...I doon't remember any oof this...! 3Э
???: ...of course you dont... as soon as the iink hiit the outboard motor... you super jumped riight iinto the great black sea outsiide the sessiion...
???: ...you caused our downfall... both of the game and of our world...
KALMARO: 3Э ...Noo... 3Э
???: ...a scratch resets both a sessiion and iits host planet... you erased everyone...
KALMARO: 3Э ......... 3Э
???: ...youre going to pay for this... tako...
OCTARIOSPRITE: Fish better have my money!
While you have a mental breakdown, she dismisses both the "video" of the Scratch and the illusory copy of Octaviosprite. Something seems very off here, but you're too out of it to notice.
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lunarLunatic
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Post by lunarLunatic on Dec 30, 2016 12:52:38 GMT -8
...
Medi doesn't even move a muscle.
She already knows how wretched, selfish and awful she was.
She ruined peoples lives. The lives of her friends, the ones she should have listened to but didn't.
Their lives completely wasted, as even she never got her own happiness.
She just lets them beat her down, without a fight.
It is what she deserved, right?
But Zwei...
She couldn't take it.
Hundereds-no, Thousands of voices.
Some were even too familiar. Those that risked their lives during their first encounter with the Scourge.
And the people in her own session.
She had thrown away their lives in a petty attempt for revenge. They knew this. She knew this.
She cried. Begged for forgiveness.
Nothing.
Nothing but the empty expanse and the pain they're dealing to her.
And then she laughed.
She laughed and laughed anD LaUGheD AnD LAUgHed
Mirthless laughter.
Despair had taken hold of her once again.
The laughter continues, louder and louder.
Harsh noise threatening to pierce through the darkness.
In fact it may actually have been heard.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 13:16:37 GMT -8
Post by frozenlake on Dec 30, 2016 13:16:37 GMT -8
The Smith ran.
Behind them? A figure welding two chains, ripping and tearing away at stones appearing in the void. All within his path, being turned to dust. While running, the Smith could hear voices.
"You left me to die."
"He got me... you worthless bitch."
"Why didn't you stop him, Jessie?"
As she kept running, tears ran down her face. She couldn't win against him. She couldn't save anyone.
The bow clattered to the ground, as she was tripped up. A chain wrapped around her neck. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe.
"Got you."
The chain constructs pulled harder, and she cried out... but nothing came out.
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 13:43:28 GMT -8
Post by metreu on Dec 30, 2016 13:43:28 GMT -8
Clear sits on the ground, the candle continues to flicker.
Everyone she knew whom died had died seemingly long before she came into existence... She never knew any of these people in her memories personally. They just seemed to have always existed there.
Clear makes a candle holder and sets the candle down in front of her. She patiently watches as the flame moves sluggishly down the wick.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Dec 30, 2016 14:16:24 GMT -8
Falling falling falling...
Fall for long enough that it no longer feels like falling at all.
There is no feeling.
There is no ground.
If there is, you cannot feel it.
Your name is Seth, and you are still dead.
But not only that...
You are alone.
Just an eternity ago, you had been together with so many others, fighting for something greater than yourselves.
But there are none alongside you anymore.
The first Seth lands in the abyss. He's prone upon the ground.
A session CD rolls into his vision before falling flat.
"You're a coward... you ended the world so you could escape it... and yet you couldn't even survive your first imp... pathetic chump..."
Another Seth falls.
Unremarkable.
And yet more.
There's nothing that separates one from the other. They're all weak.
They all died early.
Jasper attempts to get up. He no longer has his treasured coat, nor the knife he imbued himself into previously. There is a gaping hole in his torso.
It hurts.
"You're nothing without that treasure chest. Just another Seth..."
Another Seth falls.
The sillohuette of an empty throne looms before him.
His hands and clothes are soaked in blood.
"Look at what you've done, Seth! You killed them! And for what, the approval of a monster? You're weak!"
Another Seth falls.
He manages to land on his feet. He's been here before.
The hall of the denizen.
It is empty.
"Why did you choose power? You could have saved the session! You could have saved us!"
It shifts to the LoIaR HQ.
He is holding a blood stained scythe.
The voices of the countless he had slain yell at him from all sides.
"Why did you kill us?!"
"Why?!"
Raphael falls to the ground.
He's back on the meteor. The meteor he can never escape from.
The spirit of the violetblood troll stands before him.
"Where are my legs, Seth? Why won't you give them to me? If you would have given me my legs we wouldn't have had to die..."
Rudolph falls to the ground.
Christmas is over.
The fog is too thick for his light to cut through.
"You call yourself a hero? You weren't even strong enough to survive the blue hole!"
"And you know what? You're the reason Noelle died!"
"What's even heroic about being crushed by a tractor?! You're pathetic!"
"Nobody likes your music and nobody would know about you if you didn't play it"
"She fell by your hands, Seth. You can't blame Charles on your own actions!"
Thoren falls to the ground.
There is no connection, no heartbeat, no engine, nothing.
He is completely alone.
Even more alone than he felt when his fiance went unconscious.
The neon pink blood of the elves drips from his fingers. The hole in his chest is gushing red blood continuously.
"You don't deserve her."
"You ruined the elf session!"
"You don't deserve to walk among the living."
"You are a disaster waiting to happen!"
"You shouldn't have followed your destiny! You bitch!"
"Countless people died for a reward you never received!"
"Do you even really love her, or are you just using her for her life?"
"Are you so different from what you could have become? You have no sense of self control!"
Thoren cowers in the darkness, covered in the blood of his victims and tormented by the echoes of those he had slain.
This seems almost... familiar?
As if on cue, a Seth walks down the dark corridor towards him.
But there is something wrong.
His neck is slashed and his heart is broken.
It's Kusari.
"Thoren. Look at me. Look at what you've done to me. Look at what you made me do. Look at it!"
He stands before the kneeling excuse for a man.
"I trusted you... how could you do this to me? How could you..."
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Abandon
Dec 30, 2016 18:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by frozenlake on Dec 30, 2016 18:20:22 GMT -8
The Ring Bearer watched, trapped in the darkness, as the nightmare version of himself choked away at Jessie. At first, he didn't feel anything, but slowly, he started to feel something, as the scene played back again and again.
"...why did I come back?"
He remembered why he had thirsted for power in the first place. He had been terrified. Terrified of himself and the others dying. His session had been fine, until everything went wrong, and Noir had committed regicide, taking the ring for himself and targeting the players. He had gone godtier in this process, but after a horribly failed attempt to take him down, which resulted in Noir managing to take him down in a single attack before he had even gotten the chance to move.
After that attempt, The Bearer knew that he would be unable to take on Noir as he was then. But he remembered an old comic of his, of space cops with multi colored wings. He spent countless hours at the alchemiter, until he reached a breakthrough, finally locating the necessary codes to give him his own ring.
He hadn't cared about the color, it functioned well enough with his own fear at the time. He managed to take down Noir, and the session had seemed to be on track to. But when he was out performing his quests, he had felt something that gave him pause. He had felt a great power, that he had barely touched, just from the fear of the underlings around him.
He hadn't gone fully mad at first, but slowly, he had began to shift his tactics to shock and awe, resulting in the consorts fearing him as he went for high levels of overkill. Around that time, his consorts had contacted one of the other players in his session, and that player had gone to speak with him. Of course, this player was one of the most nervous people he knew, and when they had gotten in his range...
He knew that killing them was wrong, but the power was so intoxicating. He just kept going, and going, and going, even after his session had faded, he just kept going, killing thousands of stragglers our in the void, drawing power from their fear, even during their last breaths.
But after accumulating such power, he had begun to feel empty inside. He didn't know what to do. But something about the comradeary of the most recent group he had encountered... he had felt something else. He was going to rule this void, and he wouldn't be lonely again.
But now, within the dark abyss, without his ring, he had finally remembered. Remembered what it felt like to be weak. Remembered why he had made the ring in the first place. His name might have been associated with mass death and terror, but Jack wasn't going to let a monster like that in front of him lord over him.
Jack pulled at his bindings, reaching out. He wasn't going to be weak. He was not going to.
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