Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Parisbre56]

Name:Flint - Team C - Mining area, The tunnel of mindfuckery

Spoiler: Useless RP (click to show/hide)

No. Not again. This can't be happening. This isn't happening. My mind is my own. Mymindismyown. Mymindismyownmymindismyownmy... Flint kept repeating to himself as he was overcome with fear and repressed memories came out to haunt him. His eyes closed.
"We're losing him again. Jolt him." said the man, frustration showing in his voice. Even that was a small victory. If he had any physical strength left he would have smiled.
"Aaahhhaughn!"Electrocution brought him back from semi-consciousness. The outline of a man was there in front of the only light in this room, as he had been for... Wait how long have I been here? Feels like days...
"Please mister Westwood. You have only experienced a fraction of our capabilities. I promise you, all this will be over the moment you tell us what we need. All we need is one piece of info and you'll be released."They were using all the good old tricks. Sleep deprivation. Sensory deprivation. Beatings. Electrocution. Psychological warfare. Blackmail. Hallucinogens. The list went on and on. The torment was never ending. When his body became too damaged to go on they used electrodes to cause pain directly to his brain while they healed him.
"The people you protect do not care for you. They are abominations that are only interested in their own survival. Please, tell us what we need while there is still time, while there is still a chance for you." The interrogator leaned closer to Flint's bloodied mouth as he tried to say something. Although his face could not be seen due to the lighting, his motions betrayed his eagerness to hear his confession. The interrogator made out two soundless words: FUCK YOU
"Why mister Westwood? Why keep struggling? Do you believe you're fighting for something? Some kind of grand ideal? Is it some misguided sense of morality? Is god talking to you? Is it freedom? Is it love or friendship? Delusions mister Westwood. Feeble attempts of a failure of a man to justify his meaningless existence. Do you think you changed the world with your antics? That you've become a 'hero of the people' that will reshape hundreds of years of history? You were a news story 'The crazy old actor who went mad' for a few days and then you were forgotten. That's what you are. A forgotten failure. Why mister Westwood? Why? Why do you persist?" The interrogator was clearly angry now. He couldn't help but force a smile to his face through his ramblings. All this while they had been trying to break him but he didn't only held firm. He managed to make his interrogator, a man usually so calm and assertive angry.
"Well, it doesn't matter any longer. I'm sorry. I tried to help you, I really did. But it's out of my hands now. I tried to save you from what's coming but you were one stubborn fool. They're taking me off this case. And they're bringing in someone that has never failed." As the interrogator stood up and the door opened he understood why they wouldn't show him his face. Because the moment he caught a glimpse of it all of his anger, pain and hatred poured into it, engraving it into his memory along with a single word:Revenge!
Another figure came in.
"Oh, look! Failed again Dr. *scrambled*? How long have you been at it this time?"
"...18days..."
"What? I can't hear you."
"18 fucking days! Look, I have it all under control here, if it weren't for those-"
"Those reports *scrambled* two more days for you to stop dicking around and get some results? Don't worry. I'll take care of everything over here. But first I'm going to have some fun..." Flint felt a spike entering his brain as the man looked at him. His body twitched and moved on its own accord as he got closer, only the outline of his face visible.
"18 days of interrogation eh? Even with our useless friend over there conducting it that's quite a feat. I know just the place to send you. After we have our fun of course, he he he." He felt the spike going deeper, changing his feelings, going for his memories...

"Get out of my head you fucker!", he shouted as his mind returned to the present.
Keep myself in control of my thoughts. Blast the floor of the tunnel with a short mining laser pulse.

Flint looked around and noticed Simus. "Robo-damsel in distress! Iron Man to the rescue!"

Take Simus back to the elevator area (in a totally not unromantic way). If her legs are really getting turned into gray mist close the door so that atmosphere will return and prepare to apply flamethrower to her legs.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Ugh, sorry for not posting much over the last few days. I've been really sick and this is one of the few times I've felt lucid enough to post something.)

Jim continues to protect Feyri's remains. And keep mindfucked people from wandering off into the mist, if necessary.

[Pancaek]

"Heh, now you lot know what it's like to hear voices in your head all the time."
"What, I'm just a voice now? I have a name you know"
"Hey, little spoon, why did you stop being a clerk and become a criminal anyway?"

[Harry Baldman]

"Hey, little spoon, why did you stop being a clerk and become a criminal anyway?"

"It's the most amazing thing, you see, I have absolutely no idea! Must have been sometime after that party, though when exactly would that be I dare not venture to guess. Must have been something serious, since I'm here."

[Toaster]

Missed me, so just same action again.

Praise Cog-azaon, the giver of knowledge!  Brother Lars wasn't even quite sure was a carbon-based constructor was- clearly he was being blessed with divine knowledge.

The shouting over radio comms got his attention.  Now was perhaps a good time to leave this area before he got left behind.


Seal the container and head back to the elevator.  Ponder more on the nature of the Sharkmist.

[Caellath]

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"So, situation sounds terrible. Has the tunnel started trying to actively kill you lot or shit only happens when either you touch the grey stuff or move too far inside?" Milno asked, crossing his arms behind his head and resting. "Because it's sounding as if it is very active right now."

Look around the room for any cables or rope without moving from sitting place.

Spoiler: B Team (click to show/hide)

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

[Toaster]

Lars looked at his blessed* leader.  "Saint Milno, I was able to take a sample without anything unusual.  Perhaps the machinations of Cog-azaon protected me?  I can ask for a divine blessing from above."


*With the -ed enunciated, as in bless-ed

[piecewise]

((Dammit, I thought I posted. Can you do my turn real quick?))

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! Don'ttouchthewallsfurtherin! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

Bishop takes a moment to take a few deep breaths to try and recollect himself as best he can.

"I think something bad just happened to me. I can feel something crawling across my skin on my face and my suit just injected something into me automatically when I touched the wall. I'm heading back and turning my suit temp up. Hopefully that works... Best you keep an eye on me incase I do something funny."

Crank up my inner suit temp up high enough as safely as possible, then unload and holster my rifle and head back the way I came. Take a good look at where I touched the wall and see if I can check out what I look like inside my suit with my facecam.

You crank up the suit's internal temp, put your gun away and scream back toward the entrance to the tunnels.You come out a few minutes later, almost flying into the wall in the process. After collecting your wits, you take a look at your own face using the camera usually reserved for interperson communication. You look fine, sweaty, but fine.

Err... I hope this is a hallucination or something, because from my point of view, the floor is causing my legs to dissolve... Anyone able to find me and give me a hand, even if it is just a hallucination?

Keep trying to return to the elevator, try to think past the hallucinations if it is such.

Your legs flicker in and out of being and you stagger back the way you came, trying very hard not to fall over as your legs seem to exist one moment and be halfway dissolved the next. You make it a short distance back before your leg vanishes mid step and you fall flat on your face.

To everyone: "Hey everyone, thought I'd try something fun. You see, when my dad asked me what I wanted to be in life, I, unlike most people of the time, wanted to be a clerk in a local government office. His next question was, why a clerk? Why not a military man or something more exciting? At the time, I couldn't give him an answer. But now, I can say that this was quite possibly the best decision I had made in life. You see, you might not go on incredible adventures as a clerk, but the people you meet, well... let's just say that there is a wealth of stories I've accumulated over the years. Like that one time, I remember..."

Tell exciting stories of funny and strange people to distract people from mindfuckery. Worth a shot, right?

"...I was at this university, right? I was there for...well lets not get into that. Well I was there and I was talking to this secretary at the sign-in desk. She was working really hard on something, didn't seem to notice me much as I talked to her. But eventually she got up to go do something so I decided to sneak a peek at what she was doing on the computer that was so interesting.

I found a page open that had one tab that said "Universe". So I clicked it. And it gave me a list of galaxies. Like a big fucking list man, trillion pages long. I picked the first one. And then a galaxy arm, and then down and down and down until I found, nested in those lists, a man. And I clicked the list for thoughts. And it was there, man, updating every few seconds. Every coherent thought this guy had.

I clicked out of there mad fast man. Just got the hell out of the building. Wanna know the weirdest part? That guy, the one I was looking at. He was thinking 'man, this is a weird list'. "

Name:Flint - Team C - Mining area, The tunnel of mindfuckery

Spoiler: Useless RP (click to show/hide)

No. Not again. This can't be happening. This isn't happening. My mind is my own. Mymindismyown. Mymindismyownmymindismyownmy... Flint kept repeating to himself as he was overcome with fear and repressed memories came out to haunt him. His eyes closed.
"We're losing him again. Jolt him." said the man, frustration showing in his voice. Even that was a small victory. If he had any physical strength left he would have smiled.
"Aaahhhaughn!"Electrocution brought him back from semi-consciousness. The outline of a man was there in front of the only light in this room, as he had been for... Wait how long have I been here? Feels like days...
"Please mister Westwood. You have only experienced a fraction of our capabilities. I promise you, all this will be over the moment you tell us what we need. All we need is one piece of info and you'll be released."They were using all the good old tricks. Sleep deprivation. Sensory deprivation. Beatings. Electrocution. Psychological warfare. Blackmail. Hallucinogens. The list went on and on. The torment was never ending. When his body became too damaged to go on they used electrodes to cause pain directly to his brain while they healed him.
"The people you protect do not care for you. They are abominations that are only interested in their own survival. Please, tell us what we need while there is still time, while there is still a chance for you." The interrogator leaned closer to Flint's bloodied mouth as he tried to say something. Although his face could not be seen due to the lighting, his motions betrayed his eagerness to hear his confession. The interrogator made out two soundless words: FUCK YOU
"Why mister Westwood? Why keep struggling? Do you believe you're fighting for something? Some kind of grand ideal? Is it some misguided sense of morality? Is god talking to you? Is it freedom? Is it love or friendship? Delusions mister Westwood. Feeble attempts of a failure of a man to justify his meaningless existence. Do you think you changed the world with your antics? That you've become a 'hero of the people' that will reshape hundreds of years of history? You were a news story 'The crazy old actor who went mad' for a few days and then you were forgotten. That's what you are. A forgotten failure. Why mister Westwood? Why? Why do you persist?" The interrogator was clearly angry now. He couldn't help but force a smile to his face through his ramblings. All this while they had been trying to break him but he didn't only held firm. He managed to make his interrogator, a man usually so calm and assertive angry.
"Well, it doesn't matter any longer. I'm sorry. I tried to help you, I really did. But it's out of my hands now. I tried to save you from what's coming but you were one stubborn fool. They're taking me off this case. And they're bringing in someone that has never failed." As the interrogator stood up and the door opened he understood why they wouldn't show him his face. Because the moment he caught a glimpse of it all of his anger, pain and hatred poured into it, engraving it into his memory along with a single word:Revenge!
Another figure came in.
"Oh, look! Failed again Dr. *scrambled*? How long have you been at it this time?"
"...18days..."
"What? I can't hear you."
"18 fucking days! Look, I have it all under control here, if it weren't for those-"
"Those reports *scrambled* two more days for you to stop dicking around and get some results? Don't worry. I'll take care of everything over here. But first I'm going to have some fun..." Flint felt a spike entering his brain as the man looked at him. His body twitched and moved on its own accord as he got closer, only the outline of his face visible.
"18 days of interrogation eh? Even with our useless friend over there conducting it that's quite a feat. I know just the place to send you. After we have our fun of course, he he he." He felt the spike going deeper, changing his feelings, going for his memories...

"Get out of my head you fucker!", he shouted as his mind returned to the present.
Keep myself in control of my thoughts. Blast the floor of the tunnel with a short mining laser pulse.

Flint looked around and noticed Simus. "Robo-damsel in distress! Iron Man to the rescue!"

Take Simus back to the elevator area (in a totally not unromantic way). If her legs are really getting turned into gray mist close the door so that atmosphere will return and prepare to apply flamethrower to her legs.

You charge back through the tunnels, filled with new resolve about saving your girl...that girl that you happen to know. You sweep her metal ass up off the ground and together you both make it back to the elevator.

(Ugh, sorry for not posting much over the last few days. I've been really sick and this is one of the few times I've felt lucid enough to post something.)

Jim continues to protect Feyri's remains. And keep mindfucked people from wandering off into the mist, if necessary.
You squat over Feyri's body like a very angry mother hen. A mother hen with giant synthflesh arms.

Missed me, so just same action again.

Praise Cog-azaon, the giver of knowledge!  Brother Lars wasn't even quite sure was a carbon-based constructor was- clearly he was being blessed with divine knowledge.

The shouting over radio comms got his attention.  Now was perhaps a good time to leave this area before he got left behind.


Seal the container and head back to the elevator.  Ponder more on the nature of the Sharkmist.

You close the container and head back to the elevator. You take a seat down with the rest of the people and look at the sample in the jar.

Hmm...it's probably made up of billions of  microscopic Chinese men.

(Cookie for the reference)

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"So, situation sounds terrible. Has the tunnel started trying to actively kill you lot or shit only happens when either you touch the grey stuff or move too far inside?" Milno asked, crossing his arms behind his head and resting. "Because it's sounding as if it is very active right now."

Look around the room for any cables or rope without moving from sitting place.

Spoiler: B Team (click to show/hide)

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

You don't see any thing around. This room is pretty much empty. Blast it all.

[Toaster]

Because sweatshop jokes are always funny.

[Harry Baldman]

"So, yeah. Weird stuff, huh? Well, I suppose it's time for doing things again. I like doing things, you know."

Once everyone is out (if they aren't already all out), use MFM to heat up a small portion of one side of the tunnel about two thousand kelvins.

[IronyOwl]

If I can still see, examine that chunk of wall I ripped off.

[Prosperus]

Lukas

Lukas looks around to see if everyone is accounted for.

[Parisbre56]

Name:Flint - Team C - Main Elevator

"There you go, everything is fine now. Well, except for your legs. But don't worry, we'll fix that later." said Flint as he gently set Simus down on the elevator. "Now where were we... Oh, right, hole!"

Prepare to carefully use the mining laser to open a hole to the wall so that power can be pumped directly to the servos (go-go-gadget dynamic bonus). Ponder where the control computer for the elevator could be.

Once everyone is out, should anyone still be inside the tunnels, use MFM to heat up a small portion of one side of the tunnel about two thousand kelvins.

((Doesn't this mean "Do nothing"? Because once everybody is out, nobody will be in the tunnels, so you won't heat the tunnel.))

[PyroDesu]

Okay, that was just a hallucination. I don't have to deal with being legless... again.

So, who wants to roast the tunnel and declare the level cleared?

Focus past the hallucinations.

[Toaster]

"If heat kills it, we could just heat the first part of the tunnel, check that out, then heat the next part, and so on, right?"