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[LordPorkins]

OOC:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=160864.0

Read the OOC if you need/want details.




LET US BEGIN!


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Error: 001 System Unresposive

>Run system2.sys

Error: 002 Backup System unreachable

Initiate Protocol.Frmscrtch? [y/n]

>Y

Opening folder.designate “archive”

Opening file.Existance.exe



...In the beginning their were the words and the words made the world and and without the world no words can be…



>Execute command.open.file

Select File

>Designate file.Null.exe

Opening File…….


Error 33214: file.Null.exe incomplete


... the words were good and the worlds were good...


Activate autocomplete.bot [y/n]?

>Display autocomplete.bot parameters

Unavailable. Y/N ?

>Show autocomplete.Bot specs

Unavailable. Y/N ?

...without the words their is no world...

>Y

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Autocomplete.bot download commencing...finished.

Testing Net Connectivity…. Optimal


Autocomplete.bot initiating reconstruction…

Please stand by…


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And thus the words are spoken...

Tresspassers of the Archives

Chapter 1: Processing Station

You awaken. You are all in a room. That is all you know.
The room is completely barren, with the exception of a few folding chairs in the corner and a tastefully drawn still-life of fruit.

[S34N1C]

"chek owt da hott ladeez in da ruum"

[Sosoku234]

Sit down in the chair. Admire painting.

"What a deal. This is perfect for the new album."

[LordPorkins]

None of you have your weapons/equipment. Armor has also been stripped. All you have is your basic underclothes or (If you were only wearing armor) a hospital like-gown. Any of you who need special gear to stay alive still have that stuff.

[Shadestyle]

The Scientist known only as "Sphere Grid" awakens in strange company,

"Strange Company, Stranger location." He comments, sorely wishing he had his clipboard to record this information, sadly, Oration and Memory will have to suffice.

He examines the area surrounding him, taking a seat of his own.

"So, I would ask where in Spira we happen to be?" A leg is crossed, arms too.

[vishdafish]

Rok Smasha lets out a loud bellow, before glaring at the other members of the room accusingly.
"Which one of yu midjuts stole my pulper?!!"

[Elvish Miner]

Aloy looks around, on high alert.

"What has the corruption brought this time?" She says, looking at the others. She searches the room, and tries to see behind the painting for some mechanism she can hack into.

[Shadestyle]

"Let me be the first to say that I am not responsible for this, nor that." SG says to Rok Smasha, looking to diffuse that situation immediately.

[Sosoku234]

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

[Wozzy]

Laila clinks as she walks around the room.

What an interesting Breath. This obviously isn't the Pink Room...I wonder what Elder Power is responsible for this.

She attempts to contact her factionmates, but is not able to.

She walks over to SG. Spira? Is that was this land is plane is called?

Edit: ((I'm assuming since I am my armor, I at least have that?  I can go along with this and say my weapons are disabled though.))

[S34N1C]

"eet wasno't mee, eye'd nevr taek sumting frum a hawt ladee liek u"

[Shadestyle]

"Yes, the world of man, Spira, once beset by the vile grips of Sin, it is now a peaceful land in which even monsters have begun to fade, supposing I know no place outside of Spira, of course, We are somewhere there.  Some secretive room in a hidden fortress perhaps."

"Are you from some other place? The Farlands?"

[LordPorkins]

((Yah Laila's good. She just can't shoot or anything.))

There is nothing behind the painting, except a nail on which it hangs.

Due to the GM being a doofus suddenly a door appears where previously there was none
((Forgot to mention there's a door. :-P))

[S34N1C]

((snipped))

[vishdafish]

Rok Smasha narrows his eyes, with an almost thoughtful expression, before perking up with a foolish grin. He takes a few steps back, and (tries) to barrel through the door.