Wow Mystery
So then I said, "Thats not my automobile, And shes a lying bitch!"
-I do not get why being being rude to people is humorous
Of course you dont dev, that's because your a robot. Why do you always have be such a downer?
-I only say things that you have programed me to say, including this response to that question.
Hahaha classic devbot, you silly drunk.
(hears noise)
Did you hear that?
-I do not have sensory functions to distinguish noises from one another, besides the per-programed auditory ques your supplied me with
Thats right devbot, sounds like someone is in trouble. Lets go check it out
-I wouldn't do that if I where you dave
(they run over to the house)
Oi, whats wrong
;;I think Erik is dead, but I dont know how its possible, the door was locked. and, and, I have to find the others to see if they're ok
(she runs off)
Oh devbot, this looks like the setup for something interesting. What do you think happened?
-I'd give you advice, but you wouldn't listen. No one ever does.
Your right, we should go check it out and see if we can give them a hand
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, October 6, 2014
Option 4-1 - Change the weather to something a little warmer
Change the weather to something a little warmer
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
The end
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
The end
Option 3-2 - Call him ugly
Call him ugly
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
1.) Change the weather to something a little warmer
2.) Challenge the scarecrow to a dance off.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
1.) Change the weather to something a little warmer
2.) Challenge the scarecrow to a dance off.
Option 2-3 - Try to jump over him
Try and jump him
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
1.) Wait for his monolouge to end
2.) Call him ugly
3.) Attack him while he's still talking
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
1.) Wait for his monolouge to end
2.) Call him ugly
3.) Attack him while he's still talking
Option 2 - Be his friend
Option 2 - Be his friend
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
1.) turn around and run in a different direction
2.) Stop, and try and get back on his good side
3.) attempt to jump over him.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
1.) turn around and run in a different direction
2.) Stop, and try and get back on his good side
3.) attempt to jump over him.
Mystery voice Start
mystery voice start
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
1.) Be his friend -
2.) Ask how to get back to the city - goes to same page as option 1
3.) Call him and ugly ass hoe, and slap his face - death
4.) Click here to watch the rest of the story without options
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
1.) Be his friend -
2.) Ask how to get back to the city - goes to same page as option 1
3.) Call him and ugly ass hoe, and slap his face - death
4.) Click here to watch the rest of the story without options
Sunday, October 5, 2014
The mysterious voice in your head
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleaves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleaves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
Friday, September 12, 2014
The Voice in your head
Night time, you are in a subway when it stops suddenly and all the lights turn off. A voice speaks to your mind "close your eyes if you want to live".
I close my eyes immediately and shake violently as I hear a very loud crash. When I try to open my eyes again, its dark and I wonder if I really opened my eyes at all. I start walking, the ground feels a little off, its deffinalty not the pavement from the subway platform but I can't quite place what it reminds me of.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But theres no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and I'm able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking I find myself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Weird, I thought a corn fields would make more noise walking through considering I grew up around farms.
As I walk into a small little clearing, I see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his big hat.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet tall, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasnt really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda waiting for my train when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me.
"Well your definitely not at a subway station anymore. Would you like to be my freind?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?"
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldnt help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he actually had a real face.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the littest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SHWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instatnly and i gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of froward, catching him off gaurd as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to whre the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left feild and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who dont even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the subway bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to attack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scrarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not bloack when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completly I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and theres nothing i can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exsist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with despiration in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completly unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destorys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of concrete on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
I close my eyes immediately and shake violently as I hear a very loud crash. When I try to open my eyes again, its dark and I wonder if I really opened my eyes at all. I start walking, the ground feels a little off, its deffinalty not the pavement from the subway platform but I can't quite place what it reminds me of.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But theres no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and I'm able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking I find myself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Weird, I thought a corn fields would make more noise walking through considering I grew up around farms.
As I walk into a small little clearing, I see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his big hat.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet tall, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasnt really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda waiting for my train when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me.
"Well your definitely not at a subway station anymore. Would you like to be my freind?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?"
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldnt help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he actually had a real face.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the littest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SHWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instatnly and i gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of froward, catching him off gaurd as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to whre the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left feild and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who dont even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the subway bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to attack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scrarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not bloack when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completly I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and theres nothing i can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exsist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with despiration in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completly unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destorys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of concrete on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Garrosh option - setting up his part of the story
Garosh decideds to walk down the road to look for help. Luckly the body he's stuck in is horde so finindg help should be easy as he knows the horde pretty well. Its then that he hears some noises in the small pound off to his left and goes to check it out.
I wonder if their are people over there. Both the alliance and horde worked together when they invaded orgrimar so there is very little chance of any conflict no matter who I find.
When garrosh enters the clearing he finds a human fighting a pandarian water elemental.
Oh great, a human. I'd love nothing more than to kill him now while hes distracted but I really need information and if I help him kill this thing he is more likely to help me out.
-robot option
Garrosh takes out his laser cannon and fires a shot at the elemental. Direct hit, to bad this is a rare elite mob and it only phases him slightly "Get out of here now" screams the human "hes to much for me, and he'll just kill you as well".
no worries garrosh thinks to himself as he charges up his proton cannon. I am an advance model super cyborg from the future, killing a mere hostle elemental will be no problem.
Garrosh fires the photon cannon at the elemental when it decides to dive under water, avoiding the attack.
Big mistake, garrosh thinks to himself as he switches options to lighting and fires pure electricty into the water.
The elemetal gets out of the water in a huge rush and tries to leave the water when half of its body disapers in a blue flash.
-back to the story
Hey thanks for the help. I've been hunting this guy for some time because I heard he was suppose to be strong. Didn't expect him to ambush me though, I had no plan to fight him in his element. Your distraction gave me more than enough time to fire off a full power arcane blast. Anyway I'm UndeadSlayer47, who are you? Oh your name is garrosh, how funny its just like the warchief whos on trial. So whats it like being an undead? I always wondered if you needed to eat or breath or how that works? ahh, the same as normal people? thats lame. I thought you guys had like super powers or some shit. So your a mage too? what are you doing in the middle of these woods? usually no one but hunters come this far into the forrest. Oh your lost? well I'll show you to the closest horde camp, its the least I can do for your help. I thought for sure i was gonna die.
Wow this human never shuts up - Garrosh thought to himself. But it seems I made the right choice in heloing him out, once I reach the horde camp I'm heading back to grim batol to re-coup my army and take back the horde for my own.
While walking along the road a human rogue suddenly appears in front of us.
"what are you doing with the scorge?" the human directed his question at slayer47. "ahh yah I'm taking this guy back to his camp for helping me out" he says aloud
Get ready to run, you hear in your head. "This guy belongs to a guild of rogues that kill travelers for sport, I'm not sure why there out here thugh. Maybe they're here to watch the trial and decided to do a little hunting. Either way there should be a group of rogues around us just waiting for an oppurtunity to kill us both before we can fight back.
just then your feel a sharp pain in your back. Reflexivly you grab your own dagger, turn around and stab in the direction where the pain came from. Clean kill, you got him right underneath the chin. in the next instant the rogues body is gone, the human shot an icelance at it to make sure he finished him off.
"your a mage too right?" you hear in your head and respond in kind "yah, I think. i prefer to fight with my hands though" "Never heard of a mage who fights like that, anyway run into the forrest as fast as you can with blazing speed, all you have to do is say the words alloud and you'll be fine."
You can hear the footsteps of the rouges circling your, the human rogue who came out to talk is lying dead on the floor with an icelance sticking out of her chest. This mage must be pretty good, even if i hadnt alreafy killed my attacker his lance that hit him a second later most certainly did. I guess I'll leave this guy to his fate and take to the woods.
Garrosh says the words aloud and picks up speed. His body is that of a skilled mage and the spell was as simple as saying the words to use. In and instant garrosh was in the woods and ready to leave the human to his fate. I guess i can just wonder around for a while and find my way back to the camp on my own.
Its then that garrosh comes to a stop and turns around.
"Why did he tell me the words to use the blazing speed spell?" garrosh says aloud. He must think I'm a lost mage, and yet he gave me explitic instructions on how to use a basic spell. Come to think of it, why was he able to talk to me inside my head? none of my mages or dark shamns could do anything like that.
With that thought garrosh ran back to the road were the mage was fighting the rogues. When he shows up there are two more dead rogues pinned to trees with a few ice lances sticking out of their bodies. That seems to be a very effienct spell to kill things quickly, i can probably use it too if i say the words he does, i mean the blazing speed worked with just that amount of effort.
Garrosh, from behind the tree seises up the situation. 4 dead bodies, he's visibly fighting one of them now. He's missing one of his arms from the elbow down and has been stabbed many times. his opponet seems to be doing all she can to avoid his spells and get in cheap shots. Since I only know one spell and all my training is in melee combat I'm going to charge in with blazing speed and get aim for her neck with my dagger. Even if this body isnt as strong as my former, its surprisingly fast and responisve. Plus it seems I still have my super human reflexes.
Garrosh charges in with blazing speed and makes a b line charge for the rogue. Both the rogue and human are momentarly surprised at his sudden appearance and the human takes this oppurtinuty to freeze the rogue in place. Garrosh, at her throat in an instant moves his blade, ready to kill and stabs the rogue in the throat. direct hit, she wasn't able to react fast enough. Then the last rogue who was waiting for the poison to take effect came out and stabbed garrosh in the back of the neck.
"Shit, I'm dead" garrosh thought, as he turned around to see his killer expload in a flash of blue light. "damn, this human is really good" he thought as his mind went blank.
I wonder if their are people over there. Both the alliance and horde worked together when they invaded orgrimar so there is very little chance of any conflict no matter who I find.
When garrosh enters the clearing he finds a human fighting a pandarian water elemental.
Oh great, a human. I'd love nothing more than to kill him now while hes distracted but I really need information and if I help him kill this thing he is more likely to help me out.
-robot option
Garrosh takes out his laser cannon and fires a shot at the elemental. Direct hit, to bad this is a rare elite mob and it only phases him slightly "Get out of here now" screams the human "hes to much for me, and he'll just kill you as well".
no worries garrosh thinks to himself as he charges up his proton cannon. I am an advance model super cyborg from the future, killing a mere hostle elemental will be no problem.
Garrosh fires the photon cannon at the elemental when it decides to dive under water, avoiding the attack.
Big mistake, garrosh thinks to himself as he switches options to lighting and fires pure electricty into the water.
The elemetal gets out of the water in a huge rush and tries to leave the water when half of its body disapers in a blue flash.
-back to the story
Hey thanks for the help. I've been hunting this guy for some time because I heard he was suppose to be strong. Didn't expect him to ambush me though, I had no plan to fight him in his element. Your distraction gave me more than enough time to fire off a full power arcane blast. Anyway I'm UndeadSlayer47, who are you? Oh your name is garrosh, how funny its just like the warchief whos on trial. So whats it like being an undead? I always wondered if you needed to eat or breath or how that works? ahh, the same as normal people? thats lame. I thought you guys had like super powers or some shit. So your a mage too? what are you doing in the middle of these woods? usually no one but hunters come this far into the forrest. Oh your lost? well I'll show you to the closest horde camp, its the least I can do for your help. I thought for sure i was gonna die.
Wow this human never shuts up - Garrosh thought to himself. But it seems I made the right choice in heloing him out, once I reach the horde camp I'm heading back to grim batol to re-coup my army and take back the horde for my own.
While walking along the road a human rogue suddenly appears in front of us.
"what are you doing with the scorge?" the human directed his question at slayer47. "ahh yah I'm taking this guy back to his camp for helping me out" he says aloud
Get ready to run, you hear in your head. "This guy belongs to a guild of rogues that kill travelers for sport, I'm not sure why there out here thugh. Maybe they're here to watch the trial and decided to do a little hunting. Either way there should be a group of rogues around us just waiting for an oppurtunity to kill us both before we can fight back.
just then your feel a sharp pain in your back. Reflexivly you grab your own dagger, turn around and stab in the direction where the pain came from. Clean kill, you got him right underneath the chin. in the next instant the rogues body is gone, the human shot an icelance at it to make sure he finished him off.
"your a mage too right?" you hear in your head and respond in kind "yah, I think. i prefer to fight with my hands though" "Never heard of a mage who fights like that, anyway run into the forrest as fast as you can with blazing speed, all you have to do is say the words alloud and you'll be fine."
You can hear the footsteps of the rouges circling your, the human rogue who came out to talk is lying dead on the floor with an icelance sticking out of her chest. This mage must be pretty good, even if i hadnt alreafy killed my attacker his lance that hit him a second later most certainly did. I guess I'll leave this guy to his fate and take to the woods.
Garrosh says the words aloud and picks up speed. His body is that of a skilled mage and the spell was as simple as saying the words to use. In and instant garrosh was in the woods and ready to leave the human to his fate. I guess i can just wonder around for a while and find my way back to the camp on my own.
Its then that garrosh comes to a stop and turns around.
"Why did he tell me the words to use the blazing speed spell?" garrosh says aloud. He must think I'm a lost mage, and yet he gave me explitic instructions on how to use a basic spell. Come to think of it, why was he able to talk to me inside my head? none of my mages or dark shamns could do anything like that.
With that thought garrosh ran back to the road were the mage was fighting the rogues. When he shows up there are two more dead rogues pinned to trees with a few ice lances sticking out of their bodies. That seems to be a very effienct spell to kill things quickly, i can probably use it too if i say the words he does, i mean the blazing speed worked with just that amount of effort.
Garrosh, from behind the tree seises up the situation. 4 dead bodies, he's visibly fighting one of them now. He's missing one of his arms from the elbow down and has been stabbed many times. his opponet seems to be doing all she can to avoid his spells and get in cheap shots. Since I only know one spell and all my training is in melee combat I'm going to charge in with blazing speed and get aim for her neck with my dagger. Even if this body isnt as strong as my former, its surprisingly fast and responisve. Plus it seems I still have my super human reflexes.
Garrosh charges in with blazing speed and makes a b line charge for the rogue. Both the rogue and human are momentarly surprised at his sudden appearance and the human takes this oppurtinuty to freeze the rogue in place. Garrosh, at her throat in an instant moves his blade, ready to kill and stabs the rogue in the throat. direct hit, she wasn't able to react fast enough. Then the last rogue who was waiting for the poison to take effect came out and stabbed garrosh in the back of the neck.
"Shit, I'm dead" garrosh thought, as he turned around to see his killer expload in a flash of blue light. "damn, this human is really good" he thought as his mind went blank.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
My first time playing maple story
My first time playing a game online (Maplestory)
I thought it would be fun to tell the story of the first time I played an online game.
Back in 2005 when I got a computer for the first time I had a lot of fun looking up jokes and playing flash games because thats what computers where used for back then. But I kept seeing this ad everywhere for this new exiting game where you get to play with other people online and you got to walk around in this world to meet new people. Now I thought this was the coolest thing ever so I decided to check it out.
When I first started the game I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I created a character and dressed him up in some cool cloths, but not too cool because I was totally into the whole "I don't care what people think of me" phase so I went with semi casual wear to make it seem like "whatever, I just chose the first thing that they offered".
After creating the character and looking through the options I found this option to go to a town or something. I dont remember exactly what it was but the next second I was placed in a room with other people, who were all walking around and talking to each. I just remember thinking how cool it was that these were all real people walking around. Now all chat was public so I pretty much just went around listening in on other peoples conversations when I heard someone say "Stay away from district x, there's a whole bunch of people cybering". Now I had no idea what cybering was but it sounded exciting and I knew I wanted to try it.
So I walk around until I stumble upon this district x. As soon I get there this female avatar comes up to me and asks "Hey, do you want to cyber?" and i was like "Sure, but I'm not sure how". She said "thats fine I'll show you, just follow me into that house over there" and I said "ok" and we went inside.
there was already 2 other people in this house so we went into a corner. Our avatars stood face to face and she started kneeling and standing up over and over and told me to do the same. I told her that I did not know how to kneel so she told me to just press the space bar. So we're kneeling in front of each other over and over when she starts typing out "oh, oh yah, uh, uh, oh baby" I immediately stopped doing the kneeling dance and it finally hit me what cybering meant. Cybering was just short for cybersex and it was super weird.
So the female avatar keeps going up and down, typing out her grunts and moans and says "I'm taking off my cloths now, what do you want to do to me?" and I was like "yep, I'm done. I typed out "this is really weird" and walked out of the house, logged out and never played the game ever again.
and that ladies and gentlemen, is the story of the first time I played an online game.
I thought it would be fun to tell the story of the first time I played an online game.
Back in 2005 when I got a computer for the first time I had a lot of fun looking up jokes and playing flash games because thats what computers where used for back then. But I kept seeing this ad everywhere for this new exiting game where you get to play with other people online and you got to walk around in this world to meet new people. Now I thought this was the coolest thing ever so I decided to check it out.
When I first started the game I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I created a character and dressed him up in some cool cloths, but not too cool because I was totally into the whole "I don't care what people think of me" phase so I went with semi casual wear to make it seem like "whatever, I just chose the first thing that they offered".
After creating the character and looking through the options I found this option to go to a town or something. I dont remember exactly what it was but the next second I was placed in a room with other people, who were all walking around and talking to each. I just remember thinking how cool it was that these were all real people walking around. Now all chat was public so I pretty much just went around listening in on other peoples conversations when I heard someone say "Stay away from district x, there's a whole bunch of people cybering". Now I had no idea what cybering was but it sounded exciting and I knew I wanted to try it.
So I walk around until I stumble upon this district x. As soon I get there this female avatar comes up to me and asks "Hey, do you want to cyber?" and i was like "Sure, but I'm not sure how". She said "thats fine I'll show you, just follow me into that house over there" and I said "ok" and we went inside.
there was already 2 other people in this house so we went into a corner. Our avatars stood face to face and she started kneeling and standing up over and over and told me to do the same. I told her that I did not know how to kneel so she told me to just press the space bar. So we're kneeling in front of each other over and over when she starts typing out "oh, oh yah, uh, uh, oh baby" I immediately stopped doing the kneeling dance and it finally hit me what cybering meant. Cybering was just short for cybersex and it was super weird.
So the female avatar keeps going up and down, typing out her grunts and moans and says "I'm taking off my cloths now, what do you want to do to me?" and I was like "yep, I'm done. I typed out "this is really weird" and walked out of the house, logged out and never played the game ever again.
and that ladies and gentlemen, is the story of the first time I played an online game.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Option 2 - Mage escapes prison and hunts down garrosh
Option 2 - Mage escapes prison and hunts down garrosh
With the mind control spell gone wrong, the mage finds himself inside of Garroshs body instead of just controlling it like he did in the test runs. He is cut off mentally with his main body and can't feel Garrosh's conscious anywhere inside his head. With the realization that the mage probably switched bodies with Garrosh, the mage, now in garroshes body, sits up in his bed.
Oh no this is bad. Really really bad. Crap I knew I should have tested this out on a real person before trying it out on garrosh right away. But I dont have any friends anymore to help me test out new spells because garrosh killed them all. Suddenly a surge of rage rushed through the mages skull and he remembered why he was in such a hurry to kill this bastard. Oh well, whats done is done. My first train of thought should be to find out how to fix this problem and not dwell on past mistakes. Currently I am in a pretty secure jail cell inside garrosh body. I can't take the risk of just killing this body like I planned because theirs the possibility that I'll just end up dead. Next I need to see if this body can use magic. No thats dumb, garrosh was a pure warrior and his body probably doesnt even have mana. I'll try using the simplest spell I know, Slow fall. (the mage stands on top of the bed and jumps off). Oh shit I'm totally falling slowly, and that was kinda ridiculously easy to use. I can only think of 2 reasons why. One is that he has an aptitude for magic and just never used it. Or two, and probably the more likely option, this is just an after effect of fusing with the Y'sarrj.
Ok now that I know I can use magic this situation isnt as bad as I fist thought. The entire area that I'm currently being held at is under a magic dampening barrier. Only the strongest of magicians can use any magic under a barrier like this and it seems as though garrosh is an exceptionally strong mage. Casting a teleportation spell is probably outside of my range of power but a short range blink or invisibility spell might just work. All i need is the opportunity and I can probably escape and not get executed.
**Choices
-Escape
-Dont escape and go to old drenor
-Some nonsense choice that kills you
With the mind control spell gone wrong, the mage finds himself inside of Garroshs body instead of just controlling it like he did in the test runs. He is cut off mentally with his main body and can't feel Garrosh's conscious anywhere inside his head. With the realization that the mage probably switched bodies with Garrosh, the mage, now in garroshes body, sits up in his bed.
Oh no this is bad. Really really bad. Crap I knew I should have tested this out on a real person before trying it out on garrosh right away. But I dont have any friends anymore to help me test out new spells because garrosh killed them all. Suddenly a surge of rage rushed through the mages skull and he remembered why he was in such a hurry to kill this bastard. Oh well, whats done is done. My first train of thought should be to find out how to fix this problem and not dwell on past mistakes. Currently I am in a pretty secure jail cell inside garrosh body. I can't take the risk of just killing this body like I planned because theirs the possibility that I'll just end up dead. Next I need to see if this body can use magic. No thats dumb, garrosh was a pure warrior and his body probably doesnt even have mana. I'll try using the simplest spell I know, Slow fall. (the mage stands on top of the bed and jumps off). Oh shit I'm totally falling slowly, and that was kinda ridiculously easy to use. I can only think of 2 reasons why. One is that he has an aptitude for magic and just never used it. Or two, and probably the more likely option, this is just an after effect of fusing with the Y'sarrj.
Ok now that I know I can use magic this situation isnt as bad as I fist thought. The entire area that I'm currently being held at is under a magic dampening barrier. Only the strongest of magicians can use any magic under a barrier like this and it seems as though garrosh is an exceptionally strong mage. Casting a teleportation spell is probably outside of my range of power but a short range blink or invisibility spell might just work. All i need is the opportunity and I can probably escape and not get executed.
**Choices
-Escape
-Dont escape and go to old drenor
-Some nonsense choice that kills you
Option 1 - Garrosh stays in Azeroth and builds up his forces
Option 1 - Garrosh stays in Azeroth and builds up his forces (in your mage body obviously)
With a sudden turn of events, Garrosh finds himself inside the body of an undead mage when not 2 seconds ago he was sitting quietly in his cell. Confused as to what has happened to him he stepps outside the small cottage to survey the area.
Its seems as though I'm still in pandaria, in the wilderness right outside of my jail cell. Whatever happened to me it seems as if I'm free now. This body I have however is not the greatest thing in the world. Its wretched and weak, these cloths and weapons cleary point out that whosever body this was before was a mage, warlock or priest. If I were to take a guess I'd probably have to say it was a mage. Warlocks love to dress in black and purple and no priest would ever wear a dark red robe because of their precious light and staying pure or whatever their garbarge is. Which means I'm in a mages body but I dont know how to use any magic words so for now I'm defenseless. I might be able to hold my own in a fight with this dagger but this body is so weak and puny compared to my real, full blooded orcish body. And an undead of all things, I could barely stand those guys in their tiny little corner of the horde but now I'm smack dab right inside one of them. I should have wiped them all out with the lich king.
**Choices
-Go to the nearest town and find out where you are
-Some nonsense choice that kills you
With a sudden turn of events, Garrosh finds himself inside the body of an undead mage when not 2 seconds ago he was sitting quietly in his cell. Confused as to what has happened to him he stepps outside the small cottage to survey the area.
Its seems as though I'm still in pandaria, in the wilderness right outside of my jail cell. Whatever happened to me it seems as if I'm free now. This body I have however is not the greatest thing in the world. Its wretched and weak, these cloths and weapons cleary point out that whosever body this was before was a mage, warlock or priest. If I were to take a guess I'd probably have to say it was a mage. Warlocks love to dress in black and purple and no priest would ever wear a dark red robe because of their precious light and staying pure or whatever their garbarge is. Which means I'm in a mages body but I dont know how to use any magic words so for now I'm defenseless. I might be able to hold my own in a fight with this dagger but this body is so weak and puny compared to my real, full blooded orcish body. And an undead of all things, I could barely stand those guys in their tiny little corner of the horde but now I'm smack dab right inside one of them. I should have wiped them all out with the lich king.
**Choices
-Go to the nearest town and find out where you are
-Some nonsense choice that kills you
The Mage Dies at the end (title still a work in progress)
The mage who killed Garrosh - alternate title (not a big fan of it)
Premise
A mage is practicing a priest mind control spell and is able to use it successfully to force mobs to commit suicide. With this new shadow spell, A school of magic mages generally do not mess with, he attempts to use it on Garrosh during his trial so as to make sure he dies for killing your friends during the rebellion. The August celestials' (The judges) seem to soft on garrosh and you want to make him suffer, but the spell goes wrong and instead of taking over his body temporarily, you switch paces with him instead. Now garrosh is in your mage body and your in his, and garrosh is unable to use any magic so your stuck. What will you do next?
Premise
A mage is practicing a priest mind control spell and is able to use it successfully to force mobs to commit suicide. With this new shadow spell, A school of magic mages generally do not mess with, he attempts to use it on Garrosh during his trial so as to make sure he dies for killing your friends during the rebellion. The August celestials' (The judges) seem to soft on garrosh and you want to make him suffer, but the spell goes wrong and instead of taking over his body temporarily, you switch paces with him instead. Now garrosh is in your mage body and your in his, and garrosh is unable to use any magic so your stuck. What will you do next?
Sunday, March 16, 2014
The Gamon story
Who is Gamon
--real stuff here--
Gamon was originally part of the rogue quest "the shattered hand part 2" in which hes described as a drunk and the assistant of Tazan, a troll who traded with the pirates near Ratchet and who possessed information wanted by the Shattered Hand. Since you needed to pick pocket him for the quest he was attackable and killed quiet frequently.
In wrath He was involved in the deathknight entrance quest in which he would run up and attack new deathknights if they got to close.
In cata he was made a level 85 eleite and made to hit like a truck and was thus no longer killed for fun.
In mist he participates in the Siege of Orgrimar and helps you kill general nazgrim.
And thats pretty much it.
Gamons official story is pretty unsubstantial so I thought it would be fun to make up an appropriate backstory for him.
--made up story--
(Gamon floating in the water or something, just 1 image for the whole story)
How did I end up like this. I asked my self, already knowing the answer to that question. But the very act of articulating those words allowed me to reflect upon my existence in a more concise manner. As if asking myself questions about things that have already happened somehow tricks my brain into thinking about them from a different perspective, as if they're not actually happening to me but someone else. What is real? There is no way to really answer that question. Are we all nothing more than players in a game? If so I don't think I want to be real. I'm quiet fine with being fake, in fact being fake is of more value than the real thing. In the deliberate attempt to be real one becomes more real than the real thing.
"I was born on Kalimador in the small valley of mulgore. My father was a poor merchant in debt to a wealthy and respected grimtotem known to us as Lanathar. When I was very young I was told it would be a great honor to serve him as part of our servitude to the Horde. I was forced from my home and acted as Lanathar's body for years, I don't remember how long. One day a group of renegade orcs broke into the place, looking for guns, precious gems, anything to sell. Of course there was nothing of value, the grimtotem usually do not keep such items on display in their personal homes."
"They killed my master and I was grateful, so grateful. Lanathar had never mistreated me, had never been anything less then kind and polite... but I hated him. One of the orcs brought me along as a pet of sorts. I learned how to survive. Be quick on my feet and resourceful. They taught me how to use basic weapons, but only enough to keep me alive during our confrontations."
I became good friends with one of the orcs. He was resourceful, brave, and confident in his abilities. It was only a matter of time before he became the leader of out renegade band. Under him we were successful and well off. After a few years of leading the band Nazgrim left one day to help with the hordes campaign on northrend. With Nazgrims departure we decided to run things as they always had been as a group effort with no leaders. Everyone had a say. As a group we decided to do a risky job and try and take an alliance ship passing by ratchet. In the dead of night we invaded but they knew we were coming. They were well prepared and had lookouts posted 24/7, looking back on it, it seems obvious, but we didn't know. Our whole gang was wiped out and I barely survived and drifted ashore a few days later.
I was filled with nothing but pain and trepidation. I decided to lose myself in the drink. Spending years on end in that bar, suffering torment and humiliation one after another but I did not care. As long as I could continue to drink away my sorrows I was content with being just a meat bag taking up space. I spent a few years down at ratchet doing odd favors for a troll named tazan before I ended up settling in orgrimar. How does one truly know they're happy I asked myself. The only time I felt alive was during the brief space of time with that renegade leader. I wonder what became of him? Would I ever see him again? The thought of that stirred something inside me like I had never felt before. For the first time in years I had a reason to wake up in the morning. Existence seemed to be slightly less tedious.
I worked on myself, building up strength and stamina with my axe until I was a force to be reckoned with. Nazgrim would be proud.
It was around this time that my environment started changing. Orgrimar was becoming increasingly segregated. Trolls were kicked out of the orcish parts and forced into slums. People who opposed the new laws went missing in the night. The air of unease was palpable as the days dragged along. Despite the years of torment by the citizens I tried helping these people, but I was no match for the kor'kron.
I was tortured for who knows how long. I was ready to die at any moment when I was rescued. A band of misfit rebels of all races had broken through the front gate and killed all the guards up to my stay. They handed me my axe and asked for my help in navigating the casims below.
there were no live, beating hearts in that place. Just fire emptiness and blood. I swallowed a mouthful of fear and flexed my fingers around the hilt as I looked upon the hanging bodies of the former warlock trainers. Each one with a sign hanging from there necks stating that all traitors must die. This is where I could be rebuilt, not repaired, no never fixed, the pieces would not fit together after a shattering of such devastating proportions.
As we worked our way through waves of kor'kron guards we approached the entrance to the secret underground chamber garrosh had been working on over the past year.
And there, at the last line of defense was Nazgrim.
I tried reasoning with him. The Nazgrim I knew would never conform to such atrocious ways. But he would not waver in his conviction. No more a helpless child, I would be as cold and unfeeling as space itself, my heart a void and my hands steady as I killed.
With the death of Nazgrim, a part of me died as well. And now I find myself, floating in the river of despair. Thinking of the nature of reality and weather or not the idea of being fake is actually better than being real.
--real stuff here--
Gamon was originally part of the rogue quest "the shattered hand part 2" in which hes described as a drunk and the assistant of Tazan, a troll who traded with the pirates near Ratchet and who possessed information wanted by the Shattered Hand. Since you needed to pick pocket him for the quest he was attackable and killed quiet frequently.
In wrath He was involved in the deathknight entrance quest in which he would run up and attack new deathknights if they got to close.
In cata he was made a level 85 eleite and made to hit like a truck and was thus no longer killed for fun.
In mist he participates in the Siege of Orgrimar and helps you kill general nazgrim.
And thats pretty much it.
Gamons official story is pretty unsubstantial so I thought it would be fun to make up an appropriate backstory for him.
--made up story--
(Gamon floating in the water or something, just 1 image for the whole story)
How did I end up like this. I asked my self, already knowing the answer to that question. But the very act of articulating those words allowed me to reflect upon my existence in a more concise manner. As if asking myself questions about things that have already happened somehow tricks my brain into thinking about them from a different perspective, as if they're not actually happening to me but someone else. What is real? There is no way to really answer that question. Are we all nothing more than players in a game? If so I don't think I want to be real. I'm quiet fine with being fake, in fact being fake is of more value than the real thing. In the deliberate attempt to be real one becomes more real than the real thing.
"I was born on Kalimador in the small valley of mulgore. My father was a poor merchant in debt to a wealthy and respected grimtotem known to us as Lanathar. When I was very young I was told it would be a great honor to serve him as part of our servitude to the Horde. I was forced from my home and acted as Lanathar's body for years, I don't remember how long. One day a group of renegade orcs broke into the place, looking for guns, precious gems, anything to sell. Of course there was nothing of value, the grimtotem usually do not keep such items on display in their personal homes."
"They killed my master and I was grateful, so grateful. Lanathar had never mistreated me, had never been anything less then kind and polite... but I hated him. One of the orcs brought me along as a pet of sorts. I learned how to survive. Be quick on my feet and resourceful. They taught me how to use basic weapons, but only enough to keep me alive during our confrontations."
I became good friends with one of the orcs. He was resourceful, brave, and confident in his abilities. It was only a matter of time before he became the leader of out renegade band. Under him we were successful and well off. After a few years of leading the band Nazgrim left one day to help with the hordes campaign on northrend. With Nazgrims departure we decided to run things as they always had been as a group effort with no leaders. Everyone had a say. As a group we decided to do a risky job and try and take an alliance ship passing by ratchet. In the dead of night we invaded but they knew we were coming. They were well prepared and had lookouts posted 24/7, looking back on it, it seems obvious, but we didn't know. Our whole gang was wiped out and I barely survived and drifted ashore a few days later.
I was filled with nothing but pain and trepidation. I decided to lose myself in the drink. Spending years on end in that bar, suffering torment and humiliation one after another but I did not care. As long as I could continue to drink away my sorrows I was content with being just a meat bag taking up space. I spent a few years down at ratchet doing odd favors for a troll named tazan before I ended up settling in orgrimar. How does one truly know they're happy I asked myself. The only time I felt alive was during the brief space of time with that renegade leader. I wonder what became of him? Would I ever see him again? The thought of that stirred something inside me like I had never felt before. For the first time in years I had a reason to wake up in the morning. Existence seemed to be slightly less tedious.
I worked on myself, building up strength and stamina with my axe until I was a force to be reckoned with. Nazgrim would be proud.
It was around this time that my environment started changing. Orgrimar was becoming increasingly segregated. Trolls were kicked out of the orcish parts and forced into slums. People who opposed the new laws went missing in the night. The air of unease was palpable as the days dragged along. Despite the years of torment by the citizens I tried helping these people, but I was no match for the kor'kron.
I was tortured for who knows how long. I was ready to die at any moment when I was rescued. A band of misfit rebels of all races had broken through the front gate and killed all the guards up to my stay. They handed me my axe and asked for my help in navigating the casims below.
there were no live, beating hearts in that place. Just fire emptiness and blood. I swallowed a mouthful of fear and flexed my fingers around the hilt as I looked upon the hanging bodies of the former warlock trainers. Each one with a sign hanging from there necks stating that all traitors must die. This is where I could be rebuilt, not repaired, no never fixed, the pieces would not fit together after a shattering of such devastating proportions.
As we worked our way through waves of kor'kron guards we approached the entrance to the secret underground chamber garrosh had been working on over the past year.
And there, at the last line of defense was Nazgrim.
I tried reasoning with him. The Nazgrim I knew would never conform to such atrocious ways. But he would not waver in his conviction. No more a helpless child, I would be as cold and unfeeling as space itself, my heart a void and my hands steady as I killed.
With the death of Nazgrim, a part of me died as well. And now I find myself, floating in the river of despair. Thinking of the nature of reality and weather or not the idea of being fake is actually better than being real.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
The Old Woman and the log cabin
Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, while inside, the old woman's fire was nearly out.
The old woman was at the cabin by herself. Her grandchildren no longer visit. Its been years since shes heard the voice of another human being. The shutters from the attic bang loudly on the window still. The bristling of the trees is getting louder and more violent.
"A storm is coming"
She said aloud to herself in this damp lifeless room. As if the mere utterance of words could somehow make this bleak exsitance less drule. There use to be a cat name regenald. But he disappeared years ago. And with him the last hope of contact from another living thing. The cat very much reminded her of her love. The one guy she loved, the days spent by the river bend. The long walks. The tears. The laughing.
"Things would have turned out differently if only he didn't have to go off and fight".
Thats what she began telling herself. But it was just willful thinking at this point. Her life was over and she had nothing to show for it. Life as far as she was concerned was over.
**bubububub**
The first sound of thunder.
"well I'd better go close the back door"
As she got up and wobbled towards the door a flash of light illuminated the whole dark house and what looked light the siloute of a mans shadow flashed across the wall.
"No one lives around here anymore"
She told herself. as if saying it would help her realize that what she saw was nothing. Her eyes were going bad along with the rest of the wretched body.
**bububub**
Another flash of light. This time the siloute was closer to her and there was no denying it this time. What she saw was a person and could be nothing else. She did a quick glance around the room. The cabin only had a living room and stairs leading to 2 bedrooms upstairs. she should be able to see everything from where shes standing but theres no-one there. Its not quiet dark outside yet so she decides to take a look out the window after shutting the door.
The wind still races outside. The bristling of leaves is the most audible noise which seems werid considering the banding of the attic shutters.
"why am i focusing on the leaves?"
She thought to herself. It seemed queer to single out the most unimportant thing out of the series of events taking place. But shes been in stressful situations before and remembers this feeling. The way the mind focuses on things that makes no sense. Maybe its just a way for the brain to rationalize an irrational situation.
Upon glancing outside of the window there was nothing there. Just the same oak trees as always. The old rust bucket in the dirt driveway that never gets used anymore. and the leaves. The dead autumn leaves bristling past everything. The air is starting to smell of moisture. The storm was getting close, she could feel her bones starting to ache due to the change on pressure.
"Maybe it really was nothing"
she thought to herself. just then a full figure appeared in front of her. It was just an instant because she turned away immediately. but when she looked back it was gone. The figure looked like a man. But clearly wasn't. He had pale skin, a black shirt, stringy hair. And cold white lifeless eyes. If it was a person it was one shed only ever seen in movies that had dead bodies.
"but that can't be"
she tried telling herself. Suddenly she was very scared. And with that the starting signs of panic started kicking in. Her first thought was to get her bible from the coffee table. But then she thought that maybe franks old gun might be a better choice. With this she steeled herself and went for the stairs.
These old stairs made quiet the noise going up. Even with the rick rack of the stairs and her hurried steps, the leaves outside were still very noisy.
"why the leaves?"
She asked herself as if the answer to that question would solve all her problems. Once she reached the top of the stairs she made a break for the door on the left, half expecting the thing to come back at any moment.
upon oping the door the lighting flashed without any precedence of thunder and there was Mark. Her first love. The one she wished could could have lived her life with but ultimately had to chose frank. He looked just like he did at 17, in the same uniform he was deployed in. but only for that instance with the bright white light filling the room. and then he was gone just as quick as he appeared.
She dropped to her knees and noticed the tears on her cheeks. "how long have I been crying?" she wondered. only because she thought she should ask the question and not because she wanted an answer. Afterall there was no one there to answer her questions.
He had died in the pacific. His body was never found. Most likley his body is rotting at the bottom of the ocean. She had dreams of it before. Always nightmares of how he died. In every dream he was standing on the deck of the ship. holding a picture of her, staring off in the sunset when a plain flys over and drops a bomb that blows it to smithereens. Then hes gently sinking in the ocean under the inferno and wreckage above. His eyes wide open as the picture floats peacefully up top.
The room starts getting blacker. The wind is still raging outside. The leaves have gone quiet though. She tries to stand back up but is unable too. The room starts spinning and swirling. Swirling until the darkness is complete and she falls over. Never to get up again.
The old woman was at the cabin by herself. Her grandchildren no longer visit. Its been years since shes heard the voice of another human being. The shutters from the attic bang loudly on the window still. The bristling of the trees is getting louder and more violent.
"A storm is coming"
She said aloud to herself in this damp lifeless room. As if the mere utterance of words could somehow make this bleak exsitance less drule. There use to be a cat name regenald. But he disappeared years ago. And with him the last hope of contact from another living thing. The cat very much reminded her of her love. The one guy she loved, the days spent by the river bend. The long walks. The tears. The laughing.
"Things would have turned out differently if only he didn't have to go off and fight".
Thats what she began telling herself. But it was just willful thinking at this point. Her life was over and she had nothing to show for it. Life as far as she was concerned was over.
**bubububub**
The first sound of thunder.
"well I'd better go close the back door"
As she got up and wobbled towards the door a flash of light illuminated the whole dark house and what looked light the siloute of a mans shadow flashed across the wall.
"No one lives around here anymore"
She told herself. as if saying it would help her realize that what she saw was nothing. Her eyes were going bad along with the rest of the wretched body.
**bububub**
Another flash of light. This time the siloute was closer to her and there was no denying it this time. What she saw was a person and could be nothing else. She did a quick glance around the room. The cabin only had a living room and stairs leading to 2 bedrooms upstairs. she should be able to see everything from where shes standing but theres no-one there. Its not quiet dark outside yet so she decides to take a look out the window after shutting the door.
The wind still races outside. The bristling of leaves is the most audible noise which seems werid considering the banding of the attic shutters.
"why am i focusing on the leaves?"
She thought to herself. It seemed queer to single out the most unimportant thing out of the series of events taking place. But shes been in stressful situations before and remembers this feeling. The way the mind focuses on things that makes no sense. Maybe its just a way for the brain to rationalize an irrational situation.
Upon glancing outside of the window there was nothing there. Just the same oak trees as always. The old rust bucket in the dirt driveway that never gets used anymore. and the leaves. The dead autumn leaves bristling past everything. The air is starting to smell of moisture. The storm was getting close, she could feel her bones starting to ache due to the change on pressure.
"Maybe it really was nothing"
she thought to herself. just then a full figure appeared in front of her. It was just an instant because she turned away immediately. but when she looked back it was gone. The figure looked like a man. But clearly wasn't. He had pale skin, a black shirt, stringy hair. And cold white lifeless eyes. If it was a person it was one shed only ever seen in movies that had dead bodies.
"but that can't be"
she tried telling herself. Suddenly she was very scared. And with that the starting signs of panic started kicking in. Her first thought was to get her bible from the coffee table. But then she thought that maybe franks old gun might be a better choice. With this she steeled herself and went for the stairs.
These old stairs made quiet the noise going up. Even with the rick rack of the stairs and her hurried steps, the leaves outside were still very noisy.
"why the leaves?"
She asked herself as if the answer to that question would solve all her problems. Once she reached the top of the stairs she made a break for the door on the left, half expecting the thing to come back at any moment.
upon oping the door the lighting flashed without any precedence of thunder and there was Mark. Her first love. The one she wished could could have lived her life with but ultimately had to chose frank. He looked just like he did at 17, in the same uniform he was deployed in. but only for that instance with the bright white light filling the room. and then he was gone just as quick as he appeared.
She dropped to her knees and noticed the tears on her cheeks. "how long have I been crying?" she wondered. only because she thought she should ask the question and not because she wanted an answer. Afterall there was no one there to answer her questions.
He had died in the pacific. His body was never found. Most likley his body is rotting at the bottom of the ocean. She had dreams of it before. Always nightmares of how he died. In every dream he was standing on the deck of the ship. holding a picture of her, staring off in the sunset when a plain flys over and drops a bomb that blows it to smithereens. Then hes gently sinking in the ocean under the inferno and wreckage above. His eyes wide open as the picture floats peacefully up top.
The room starts getting blacker. The wind is still raging outside. The leaves have gone quiet though. She tries to stand back up but is unable too. The room starts spinning and swirling. Swirling until the darkness is complete and she falls over. Never to get up again.
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