Turn 006: The Introduction of Color
Updates will come as determined by the Revaunchers Will. I figured out why a couple of the turns wouldn’t show up; Potato hunters spoiler was incorrectly formatted and would consume the next entry.
@Gary, post the action you would’ve done had you read the previous turn and your eaten entry, and then I will update this turn to reflect it. I do apologize for all this happening, but it should be fixed forever now. Hopefully.
Subject 075You pick up the RGB Core. It hums slowly, not quite accepting you yet, but accepting your touch, as you slowly and delicately slide it into your inventory. Sensual--
[
2!]
A conflict begins and maybe ends with you trying to lance the girl who is skipping over at you menacingly, and stabbing into the floor. The glass shiv crumbles in your tentacle and it hurts.
You feel a
cackle from the gods, but you are not given an insurrection of the natural order of things with a mutation...
The wound on your thigh opens.Name: Subject #6102075
Gender: Male
Description: Caucasian male, green eyes. Wearing an orange jumpsuit. Confused about how knifes can cut people.
Bio: Subject #6102075 was a death-row prisoner used by a secret organization for experimentation of anomalies. they doesn't remember anything of his past life and most the experiments, and there last memories were of a containment breach in the laboratories, anomalies wrecking the place left and right, and them falling through a dimensional tear in the ground while trying to escape from the chaos.
Mutations:
Psuedopods!
Items:
Orange prisoner jumpsuit[SMUDGED semi-hot POTATO](worn)
Shattered glass.
Bottle of Highest Booze
A bloodied tentacle
Potato HunterDespite everything that happened, you’re pretty sure that there is only one real reason why you lived and it's absolutely hilarious.
[5]
For a moment, nothing seems to happen before you notice a that everything blurs for a split second before an unending torrent of agony slams into your skull. It hurts so much, and for a few seconds you teeter to unconsciousness before the calming image of the sea forms into your mind. The three forms of Water (Vapour, LIquid, Solid.) is taught to you in an instant, but you lose everything else.Your brain feels the dull sense of water rushing in through a now broken dam until it reaches its very capacity, and your head is full of knowledge you cannot decipher yet.
Finally, the Crown of Coral is set upon your head, and with that, your mutation is complete. Disorientated, you look around at the two people who just murdered a colorless man. You ask to join their cause whatever that may be, but they just grunt at you. ((Ask ICly, or they won’t do nuffin.
Also, you're now in the corridor now. Time-Desync.
You have gained a
color. Pick any blue/bluish color that reminds you of the sea. It is yours and yours only for any purpose you may like (Coloring actions, spoken sentences, thoughts, etc.)
Known as: Potato Hunter.
Gender:Unknown
Description: somebody in a big trench coat, wrapped in a scarf, with heavy BOOTS
Bio: the Potato Hunter’s life was fine. The family farmed potatoes(in Ireland), and were peaceful. Until that GODDAMN POTATO! it flew in, and killed everyone. Every last one. Except potato hunter. Now revenge is nigh.
Mutations:
Coral Crown
3 Forms of Water
Color.
Inventory:
Hephaestus Arms Automatic Combat Shotgun [8](Slug, Equipped)
30 shotgun shells(Slug)
CD Player (Powerless)
Audio-Visual Torture CD(Barney the Dinosaur)
Toothbrush(used)
1 can of Pinto beans
GaryGary cries silent tears of
onions as the time desynchronization engulfed them, and for a moment they are terrifyingly unreal, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Gender: Male
Description: A short, ugly fellow with a bulbous nose, messy hair, and lots of it, long red earlobes, squinty eyes under bushy eyebrows, and a prominent lower lip. He walks slightly hunched, with bowed shoulders, long arms, knobbly knuckles, no ass, and bow legs. He smells sour. His clothes are generally stained, especially around the armpits and belly region. his hands are blackened with grease.
Bio: Gary was a mechanic and maintenance man in a slum.
Mutations:
Psychic Detector - detects use of psychic powers (power: 1, range 3 km)
Phobia of loud noises
Walk on Liquids
Items:
tool belt
philips screwdriver
flathead screwdriver
hammer
wire cutters
tape measure
utility knife
pencil
another pencil
another pencil
snap line (a device for making long straight lines in chalk. It has a string in a metal case and a little crank to wind the string in with. Inside the case is blue chalk that goes on teh string)
Wallet containing ID, credit card, $42.37, stock picture of sexy model posing on a beach, two tickets to a recent movie (used).
pocket knife
a ring full of keys
dirty baseball cap
denim jacket, blue jeans with a hole in the thigh and another just above one ass cheek pocket. long sleeve button up plaid shirt.
A cracked Cellphone, No service.
Guard's Headset
Fandrel[4]
Instinctively, the words ehcoing through your brain tells you that this is a
bad place to be right now, so you run. You keep running for a long time, right past the RGB core and down the corridor.. Back in the army reserve, they’d make you run a mile or two around the navy pukes for fun, but this run was nothing like that. It was pure running, like the cats on the savanna did. Your legs scream as the car battery acid in them burn and your lungs are on fire, but you keep
running. I hurts, it hurts so much after the sixth month, but you can’t stop, not now.
Only around the eleventh month do you realize that running this long is wrong, and you slam into a (AFTERGLOW THIS
wall. (STOP AFTER GLOWING THIS)
You wheeze, but you have breath, your legs stop screaming from the acid, even though you had been running for a year. Your lungs don’t feel like anything, and you think long and hard about things.
You look to your left, and you see a door with a series of undechyperable letterings going up and down. For a moment your vision swarms and the words “WW2 ARENA” slam into your head like lead slabs falling into the ocean.
To your right you see a polar bear with matted and dirty brown fur, slumped over to the side, full and happy from its meal of the scientist corpse.
The Scientist corpse might have loot, but that polar bear is sleeping.
Name:Fandrel
Gender: Male.
Description: Tall and skinny, with pale skin, Dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. Wears a black business suit, with a conspicuous gun holster.
Background: Born into a middle-class family in 21st century america, after going to college and Majoring in Pre-Law, he joined the Army reserve in order to afford law school. He got "Picked up" in the middle of law school.
Mutations: None
Items:
Black business suit (torn sleeve)(worn)
Wallet
-three ten dollar bills,
-seven five dollar bills
-two one dollar bills
-assorted coins
Gun holster
-Beretta M9 (Loaded 15 APDS)
-Magazine(15 rounds APDS)
Pencil
Pen
Micro Tranciever (Worn)
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Harold[5]
[4]
You try and shake him off, but his grip is too strong, and as he pulls you closer to the piston, you fire off half the mag of your weapon.
The bullets cause it to flinch a little, and loosen its grip for it ot not immediately bring you underneath the piston, but it is still unnervingly close!
Bolts of electricity form in your mind.
The door that leads to this room seals, and for a horrifying moment, reality seems to keel over and shit its pants as all the colors shift six degrees to the right. The Corpse screams louder, and so too does the gun. It screams in its drill sargent voice to pull the trigger again as you reach the half empty point and come to your next coherent decision.
Name: Harold
Gender: Male
Description: He looks like a stereotypical cop, you know has a mustache and is fat. He is absolutely cackling with electricity
Bio: He's typical big city cop, and when he's not on duty he doesn't do anything as being a cop is the only interesting thing he does.
Mutations:
Power 9 Electrical Generation
Items:
Police uniform
Beretta M9 (half empty)
2 spare Mags
Nightstick
Handcuffs
Police radio
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larry??[7]
You run past the fuckers with the RGB core and down the corridor where that stupid guy ran into a wall like a dummy.
You look to your left, and you see a door with a series of indecipherable letterings going up and down. For a moment your vision swarms and the words “
THE BUN ZONE” slam into your head like lead slabs falling into the ocean. Blood is smeared on the ceiling, and it states “THE DOOR LIES”.
To your right you see a polar bear with matted and dirty brown fur, slumped over to the side, full and happy from its meal of the scientist corpse.
Name: Larry Swift.
Gender: Male.
Description: A tall and skinny man with a sharp nose and blue eyes and blond hair
Bio: Larry was a professional scam artist,always moving to town to town,escaping angry mobs.
Mutations: (Blindness, Tunnel Vision)
Items: Lex tape!, the super strong tape!(not super strong),
"Safe" swiss knife for children,
Worn out business,suit
Fake IDs!
1 gallon of "zero" fat milk (almost spilled)
Alice[6]
Just as you move to take the sphere, it is picked up by the person who killed the now colorless man.He preemptively spears at you, but he totally messes it up in a real pitiful manner, and you may have an advantage, but your not exactly armed, or are you?
What now?Name: Alice
Gender: ?
Description: Alice
Bio: Alice in Wonderland
Mutations: None, not yet.
Items:
[Clothing]
[Picnic Basket]
Poor Allice lost her color.
CorridorSpooky shit just happened. A Time De-sync occured and caused 1 person to run into a wall.
Piston RoomIncoherent screaming is heard from the Piston room. Rather strange that he is all alone.
Reactor Room[
DETONATION OCCURRENCE]
All entrances and exits too the Reactor room are sealed off by automatic bulkheads, which begin withering away or melting. You should leave the Corridor before it gets out.
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[6]
If you were too look at the center of the Reactor Room, you would see a prick of light, that would take approximately the same size of your vision as a at arms length. It is very bright, even through walls. It does not provide light, it is merely visible through walls.
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