Topic: McCreary's Planet -- (FINISHED) (Read 253212 times)

ZBridges · « **Reply #570 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:10:09 am »

She is loud because aggression is the only thing she knows. You're stuck on this world, so you might as well protect it, and Emma will be safer if the threat is dealt with. You are indeed more than a weapon, so don't use violence to solve your problems.

Superdorf · « **Reply #571 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:18:53 am »

...

I think I finally figured this out.

We're not a [demon.]
We bound one!
Or maybe it bound us. I dunno. Point is, we're using it somehow and it's not us.
We're kind of a mess now, but we're human and we've got a human's will
and we can still turn this around.

We have some apologies to make, and a lot to explain, and probably some grieving to do... but first, we're going to have to snap out of it. Mother Nicole's not our enemy here-- for the love of everything we've built for ourselves here, remember who we've become and let go of the las-pistol.

19_EgarAlnis · « **Reply #572 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:45:59 am »

L͉̝̙̖̺̫̺͕̭į̟̲̤͈̟͟s̼̜̯̩͢t̢̹̙é̯̯n͓̞̮̗̻ ̲̖̘͎ͅt͏̡̯͍̗̻͚̦o̮̱̹̜̕ ̵̹̘͖̮̩̖͓̭m̸͏̜e̷͙̭̦̤̮̞͎ ̶̗̠̥ỳ̨̹͔͓͖̫̫͙͓͝o͏̫̘̻̺͙͖͢u͉̬͍͡͞͡ ̝̙p̛͘҉̬̰̙̤̲̬a̛̙͍̙͚̟̼̯͈ţ̘͢ͅc̖̞̥͘h͏̝͎̤̗̟̱w̸̯̗̤͉̹͇̳͘ǫ̥̻̘̗̰̠r̳̩͎̥̹͓͉̗͝͝k͏̟̟͉ ̝̜̖̮̠͜͝0͍̙̠̕͢0͖͇̼ ̵̲̬͡͝l̮̟̖͕̮̘̺̹i̗̲̝͚̜͓͚͠t҉̴̣̣̺̣̖̥t҉̵̠l͢͏͇̞͔͉̤e̶͈ ̡̤͚͕̣̞̠͜͝g̢̨̺̬i̸͚̱̯̪̘͔̤̕ͅr̪̪̦̲̙l̴͍͖̮͙͞-̸̡͇͔͕-̗̰̭ͅ ͢͏̪̣͇͝ț̟͔̻̹͠͡h̸̷̷͉͕̥͙̺̙i̺͖̭͖̠͚̳͞ś̪̯͓ ̰͈̙̥̫͟i҉̴̦̬̺͚̹̤s̬̘̥̙̖̱͟ ̹͇̜́͝m̯̹͖͕͡ͅy҉̧̞̤̭̼͓̤͉̯ ̠̯̕͡b̺̳̟̩̝̼̕o̡̭̤͈͚̳͝d̢͔͕̲͞y̸̡̪̯̟̥͍̻!̴͔͕̬̳̬̮̠͍̀ ̷̻͔̲I̶͍̞̗͞ ̢̮͇̦w̵̤ą͉͙͖͢͡ņ͎̻ț̡̬̩̳́̕ ̴̜̯̥̖̯͢͞i̙̮̼͚͜ṯ͎̭͞ ̢̣̺͜b̩̱̥̫̮a̬̙̳̠̲̳͕ͅc̵̜̫̲̤̥͞ḱ̢̛͎̼̹̜̗̼̗-̸̧̩̹͉̘̤̝͡-̶̢͈̖͓͉̳̥̲͓ ҉̧̟̫̤̯̼͉w̻̼̙̼͝e̵̖͓̮͓̰͖̳͖̕'̸͘҉͕̹̱̼͚̫r̸̯̕̕e̢͞҉͙̝͙ͅ ͏̬̤̝̦͈͚͙̬ͅn͔̖̱̳͔̹͞ͅơ̶̭̰̜̤̩t̠̠̪̣̯̰̞͓͢ ̷̧͔͔̝͉͈͢h̻̪̤̺u̙͈̺̤̱m̴̸̯͞a̩̰̰̝̜n҉̼̤̞͉͟-͔͇̠̞͉͓͖-̗̺̜̣̯͕͈͢͝s̘̩͙̜̝͕̳̀t͏̭͕̲̻̟o͏̨̦̠͇͝p̧̣̹̲̹̠̫̱̳.̸̘̗̠͍̝̮͈̳̕͝ ̨̡͉̦̖̱̘̭̲͞ͅS̨͓͙̞̮̖̜̗̥t̢̮̥͍̜͙̥͈̦͚o̧͕̺p̨͕̰͚̳͈̲͜.̮͉̜͇͘ ̫̳͓̖͔̱͈̞ͅŞ̱̣͚͕͇͈ͅͅT̸͙̳͉O̜̫̭͈̰͖̱͜͡͝P̡̠̗͍͇͖͇̱̲͉ ͏̦͍̠T̻̤̘̙̣͢A̹̠͡L̡̳̮͎̫͍̟K҉̴̳̻͍̘͙̻̖͢ͅI̵̦̫̯̣͜N̯G̸̸̠͔-̳̗͔̝̳ͅ-̵̤͈̤́W̵̰̣͉è͚̯̣̫̭̭̖'͏̹͈̗̜ŗ̠͍͠e̸̥̝̲͕̭͞ ̧͔͔̼̖͓ń̫̠̠̗̦̼͙̀̕o͉̟͘t̗̕ͅͅ ̛̬͎̘̜̲̣̟m̵̵̰̝͓͚͚̙͙ḛ̴̢̫͖a҉̗̹̼͖̱̻̱n̹̙̮͟t̡͓̗͖̺̟ ͏̨͖̩͎̗̲̲̕t͇̞͎͈̙͚̟̞̘͠o̵͓̭̦̯ ̺̲͍͘b͓̳̱è̡͖̝͚̬͓̖̖̯̻ ̵̹h̷̺̙̞̳̗̗̦̹e̴̦͙̘̰̺͓͇͞r̷̴̹̖̘̫͈̥̭e̢̺̲̞̝͚͘͢-̶͖̳͜-̶̰̙̲̣̕ ̛͏̶̣͔̪̥̯̹F̣͍̜̰A̲̪̥̺̳̕͟͝Ţ̣̞̤͠ͅH̵̲̲E̵̙̻͕͓͔͈͔͓R̶͏̯̺̟͓̝ ̵̞̭̖̬̞̖̝͍́W̨͓̺͉̫̟̻̞̙̲A̞̳̹̺̺͢ͅN̷̛͇̦͡T̸͓̘̤̭͎́S͏̛̜̤̞ ̵̸̤͓̳̤̪̟͈U̷̘̤̬͝S͕͎̫͚͠ ̵̬͚̰̳̹̻͈̩̗̀͜T̥͚̻͕͕̣͚ͅO̵̫̘̼̹̻͟͠ ̵̯͖̩͓͙͕͎͎́͢F̷̺̰́͟I͎̤̮̖̠̙͠G̴̮̱̹͍̕ͅH̷̬̰̤̫̮́T͝҉̶̲̮͍͇̫̹̗̖ ̞̮͓̩̻̬̭̜͝ͅ0̘͇͕̻̰̮0̸͕̠͙͔̤̟̤͜ ̟̲͈̝̦̙́N̯̤ò̷̘͍̪t̪̗̗̗̥̘͖͠ ̟͢w̢̳̖a͔͞͞ͅs̵̨̡̫̲͎͈̫t͈͓̠̭e̤̹̣͔̼͙̞͠͞ ̷̠̖̹̫̦͞o̩̮͉̦̱̻͖̩͖͜u̞̩̱̦̻̹̩̱͈r̼͇̼̲͎̤ ̦̮͘ͅt̷͕̟͜͡i̞̺̫ṃ̧̖͍̭̖̗͙̹͝e̷̡̘̼̻̯ ̡̫͚͍̯̱h͇̣̠͜ḛ̷̪̭̠̼͜r̢̬̫̙͔͇̬͎̘̭͜e̲̼̻̤̩̦͝ ̵̟̕ͅo̬͔͟͡ǹ̴̰̫ ̴͎̱̘̫̯̱͓͜a͇̖̼̻̤̕ͅ ̡̼͎s͉̳̳̣̤̼̟t̶̲͍̦͞u̠̗͇͍̳̠͈͘͟p͚̠͠i̴̢͓̱̭͉͓͉͇͟d̡̥̞̺̥͈̲̩̥͠ ̸̨̧͉̳̩l̢̢͍̪̼̤̲̣͟i͎̬̩t̶̝͈̬̪t̻͉̱̥̙͕͖̜͡l̢̦̥̯e̦̱̝̙̰̱̳̠ ҉̰͙̩͍̭̤r̞̻̻̫̫̱͇͠͞o̴̱̣̙̲̘̜c̻̙̘ͅk̨͉̭̺͜!̡̻ ̻̩̥͈̣̮͜H̦e̵̦̲̦̦͎̺̞̜'̵̱̼͕̤͇̯͚͎̪͢s̰̺̹̩͚͖͖̟͟͠ ͕͈̪̪͔̟̕͜ͅd̬͔͜ẹ̮͍͘͞a̵̝̣͚d̵̞͠ ̹̯̱̦ͅb̺̺̀e͓̫̘͉͇̘͡c̡͚͎̮͔a͏̡͉͕̭̼ù̬̫s̡̳͎̟̪̫̭̹̕͝ͅe҉҉̵̩̹͕̞̜̗͔̺͇ ̡̹̜̠̺̙̤o̷̶͖̦̰̪͓̟͘f̖̳̩̝̼͠ ̶͓͔̣͖̲̲̣͎ͅu̝ş̪͍͍̞̙,͇̱̣͈͙̟͇ ̥͇̤d̷̮̣̖͍͔̦o͚͎̩͚͔͕̭͈n̵̸̩̗͇̩̮̖'̴̗͈̺̤ţ͇͉͙͇̬̻̜̪̹ ͏͍̯ý͏̛̬̤o̩͠u̶͕̠̘̘͘͢ ̶̜͓u̧͏̞̟̠̥ṇ̡̢̰̮̬̰̬͔͘d̢̟e̢̼̹̗͍r̶̨͔s̠̱͔̮͔̞̤̺̞͠t̞̟̲̰̼͝a̴̢̞̲̟ǹ̶̺̳̝̖̹̙͎d͢͞ͅ?̷͉̪̫̘̟̺̱̘͜!̛̞̠̭̤̦͕̕ ҉̪̗̪͎͖ͅW̷̨͉̥̼͎̺̲ͅE̢̧͎̝̰̺̞'̢̡̫͔̮̘̙̬̕Ŕ̢̰͇e̹͔͔̙̳̟̭ ̨̘̭̩̕͟t͝҉͕͔͖͚̯̩o̸͙o̡̳͔̥ ̶̻̱̰̮͎͍͟ͅw̵̵̦̣͠e̖̩̟̯͝a̟͈͔͈̗k͏̴̤̲̲̘͚̮!̡̮͇̭̬̦̰̖̼̬͠͡

The door opens, and you are unsurprised when you see Brother Hop has a gun pointed at you, struggling desperately to hold Emma back from the room.

[18] Emma looks shocked at you, her eyes filling briefly with revulsion and fear. E͖̙͎̘̭͈̯͈̖͎̙̤̕͢͠M̛̪͈̳̣̩̭̰̳͇͍̺͈̕ͅM̶̢͏̵̛̤̗͖͔̝A̴͚̮̠͈̪̖͖̺͈̱̝͟͞-̧̛̞͚̹̤͓̜͕̠͎̙͈̤͔̭̹̼͎̗̕͢͞-̸̧̜͍̦͍̬͕̺͎͔̲̤͚̕͢ ̢̢̛̲̝͉̪̼͕̩̥͝w̧̢҉̛̙͙̭͈͉̱̖̳̳è̡̛̞͖̙̠̹̘̥̺͍̠̻̰̙̮̺ ͞͏̨͔̺̫̲̣͓͕͖͍̗͈̳̗͖̬ͅͅd̴͚̟̤̗̘̣͍̞͙̖͎̦͍̖̮̥͉͢ͅo̡̧̟̖̳̬̻̫͓̼̥̫̮̟ͅṉ̷̡͎̭̫͈̩̰̝͖͓̥̪̻͝͡ͅ'̸̹̺̝̝̣̣͚̬͘͢t͏̮̯̬̱̰͍̻̲̝̰̜̪̝͎̩̲̥͈̕͟ ҉͉̠̭̱̤̥̘̦͉̖̻̳̀̀͢͡n͠҉҉̴͉̤̥̝̗̞̥̘͜ę̷̸̨͉͍̣̤̜͖̟̲̝͕̟͚̥e̸̷̤͕̺̺͈̰͎̥͓͖̤̬̮̞d͇̩̯͎̣͚͖̪̝̙̀̀͜ͅ ̸̢̜̫͍͎̫̦͇͘E̸͉̟̫̫̜͈̟̭̰͎͔͓͎̱͈͕͙m̸̰̟̫̜m̢̥̙̰͎̲̮̩̗̠̹̗͍̙̯̣̟̼͠ͅa҉̵̷̵̦̫̫̜̣̯͝ ̦̪̩̖͍͇̲͉̞͘͟t̵̬̲̪̣̗̦̭́ǫ̷̨̖̙̟̠̯̝̞̰̬͕̮̞̱ ̷̧̩̟̘̻͙͈̱͈̭̀̕͝s̷҉̱̭̣̙̤͎̺͇͔̰͔͕̹t̵̕҉͏̘̩̲̜͚̫͎̫̘̖̙̳̣̥͍̬̠͝o̕͟͏̧̖̘̤̠̦̠̬̻̞̭̮͡p͏̜̣̫̺̭̬̜̹̩̞̀͜ ͏̵̜̖̺̕ͅt̨̢̜̖̲̝̜͕͕̺̼̤͟͢h̸̡̛̳͓͙͓͚̝̪̪̳͇̦̼͈͝ḙ̛̘̞̳̬̮̹̦̰͞ ̡̛̙̝͍̪̫̫̪͉͘͝͡ͅn͏̸҉̧̩͇̯̖̲̠̤̻̜̙i̴̡̧̪͚͎̖̲̟̥̯̖̫͎̥̻̞̼̳̝͟͞ͅͅǵ̴͍͕̣̝̹̱̦͕͔͖̥͉͓̩͎̳̭̮ͅh̶͖̟͈͔̰͈͘͞t҉̩̯̰͉̤m̶̞͇̯̞͓̱̠͉̜̥̳͈̘̀ͅa̢̪̘̹̯̞̙̜̭͕͎̺̦̻͍̕͝͡r̡̛̖̱̼̼͖̻̫̭͈̻ͅe͟҉҉̶̦̫͈̼̪̮͙͍̬͇̳̬̦́ͅs͠҉͈̟͓͙̻̳̹̺̤̭̗̩̬ͅ,͝͏̷̰̥̱̻͈̮͖͇̗̞͎͔͍̥͉̩͘ͅͅ ͟͟҉̸̫̩̲͔̯̝̺̱͘I̴̸̷̤͕̙͎̬͇͔̟̜̙͘͜ͅͅ ̸̤͇̙͎̘̥̘̳͔̭̙̠̭̲̖͉̟ͅp̵̥̼͓̳r͈̮͙̭̰͉͍̀͢ͅò̵̴̢͖̞̭͈̳̻͉͍̥̟͕̖̝̝̩͔͟m̼̝͈̰̦̹͖̹̘̗̪̪͔̲̬͜͢i͏҉̛̭͈̪̹͖̗̪͠s̶̜̩̹̘͕͝e̞͔̰͉̲͕̟̙͖̹̤̘̖̭̮̺͔̳̖͟͝-̸̷̴͖̮͍͚͙̳̙͜͞ͅ-̶͚̘͚̘̺͟ś͏͓̘̠̩̜̭̣̘̙̟̦̰̞͕̺͓̥ͅh̢̛̠̦͉̼̣͜͞͞o̷͜҉̢̹̲̮͉̗͈̬͇̙͙̪̦͈͉͈̞̰̟͞ͅơ̛͙̼͖͙̹̠͖̱̟͉̺̠̖͙͘͡t̶̲̤͖̪̼͇͈̘͎̰͠ ͟͡҉̘̞͙͙̙̖̺̮͍ͅh̶̡̠̦͙̤̖̘̣͎̘̠͖̰͇̩̮̣̕͝ͅͅe̵͏҉͉͙̟͓̱̪̰̱̘̥̜̘͈̼̱̳̣͟ͅŗ̶̡͈͍̩̗̜̼͙͕̱̳͕͎̲́-̢҉̰̜̹̫̯̗͎̦̱̱͘ ̛͍͎͓̲̥͔͖̥͉͍͕̬̼͉̗̦͎̀͢s̵̡҉̶̺̘̹͓͎̲̳h̴̨̠̦̼̰̻̙͖̲̪̩͡ơ̟͇͖͓͖̗̩̫̼̺̲̤͚̩͈͔ͅo͉̤͈͎͇̞̫̠̜̹̬͟͞ͅt̸̺̤͔͇̥͚͈̀̕͡͡ ̴̷̨͎̗̹̖̫͎́͡ḩ̶̶̧̗̺̰͙͈̲͈͖̠̹͔̺̮̘é͉̱̫̖̲͔͓̱̞̦̜̤̪͎̯͖͝r̶̨͕̞͍̞̪̩͞ ̵̷̢̺̭͎͚͇̩̙̠̙̟̥̯̮͈̬̬͠d̴̼̖͔̥̪̖̙̀͞ò͙̩͈̳͇̖̫̬̱͇̻͍̟̘͇͇̲w̥̱̖̩̩͈̼̲̦̰͖͔̪̹̤̳͉͝n͏̛̼͓̯̼̘̳̥̪͟͞͠!̛̣͈͍̥̲͍̻̤̰͡ ̡̢̡͕̝̗̘͕̤̘͎̭͇͓̕͢ͅḺ̴̵̫͎̠̤̘̩̥̖̭̟̠̕͝ͅơ͏̭̱̻̦̤͉̼̘̤̺̘͚̗́o҉͉̺̖̖̖̥̝͢͟ḱ̡̞͔̝̟͍̱̦̺̘̻̯͕͔̪̩̭̥̗̀ ̷̣̦̼̲̱̮̳͢ͅa̡͏̰̤̯͉̝̺̱̥̖͍̟̙͎͍̼͚ͅͅt͏̸̙͈̗̗̭̫̻̜̮͙͔̲̞̼̀ͅ ̴̸͕̩̤̳̙̭͈͞h҉̯͔̯̘͔̮͝͡e̕҉͈̦̖̭̥̠̫̜̘̯̝̱̗̟͙͢ŕ̡̥̪̪͖̤̹͕͟͞,̸̧̠̟͙̦̼̞̳͖͈̤̲̙͇̥̜̩̀̕͡ ̷̢̧͓͇̱̺̯̣͜l̸̛͙̱͈͔͔͎̲̹̬̹̰̙̰͉̙̼͜ǫ̤͔̺̦̰̜̞͈̱͉̰o͟͏̧̠̫̣̦̭͚̠̗͕̩̙̯͎͇͈̹̭̱̞͡͞k̴͚͉̩̬̤̠͓̹͡ ̶̨̟̳̩̪̜̝͖̝͖͙̝͓͚̝̙̞͎͇͡a͢҉̺̤̰͉̟͈̺̠ͅt̛̼̱̯͉͎͢͝ ̪̠̬̳̞̱͖̗͉̀͘͜͠h̨͈̮͖͕̺͢͠͠o̴̹͇͍͈͈̘̲̼̥̮͔̲̕͜͝͠w͢͡͏̺͎̻̪̀ ͏҉̙͔̥̯̫̪̣͎̟̗̝̟̜̜̙̥̜̪̘ś͇̩̬̲̺̹̰͉̰͇͎̖̥̖ͅh̴̸̭̲͎͎͎̠ͅe̛̻̳̜͇̙̜ ̷̫̗͍̱̻͚̥͓̤̱͖͎̻̙̪̲̹̹l̤̫̯̼̬̮͎̼̻͓̗͎̕͢ͅờ̤̟̮̖͓̝̦͈̀o̤̫̤̠͎̭̜͢͟͢͝ͅk̵̨̫̙̮̞͎̠̰̯̪̫̭̝̼̟͉͈s̢͏̝͔͓̻͈̦̠̣̺̩ͅ ̸̷͕̟̩̳̭̳̱͟ͅa̡͎͍͎̫̬̖̱̣̫ţ̛̳̱̣̪͙͎͖̳͎̘̮͜͝ ̧̛̝̩̜̥͖̥̬̬̯͙̭͙̫̗͠ͅỳ̸̸͉͍̻̩͔̪ò̶̹̱͚͕̘̳̠̟̱̘̲̱̪̲͙̘ͅṵ̴̧̻̹͓̻̱̲̜̰̘̳̖̹̯͖͍̮̞͢͠ͅ-̷̴͓̞̼̩͇͔̯͔̲̞̩̻̭̝̰̣̰͝͞ͅ-҉̵̭̲̹̤̘̬͇̮͓̬̖̀̕͝ ̧̙̯̻̫̹̖̯͇̺̦͖͉͕̰͖͓̭̟͞t͎̼͓̪͚̥͖̩̝͟͝h́͞҉̲̬̟̤̰̰̖̰̦a̴̴̬̫̹͚͕͉̤̜͇͍͓̺̣͈̙̙͝ͅͅt̷̢̧̡̠̳̳̞͘s̵҉̩̠͓͍̬͈̳̙͍̜͟ͅ ͏̨̖͍̳̜̪̼̹̗̻̦̮b̷̷̧͕͓̳̘̜̪̳̮̘̱͖͚͉̳̪̠̗͘ͅę̫͙̳̬̻̤͚̲͔̰͔̦̫͜c̷̪̬̦̰̯̫̪̠̘̱̟̞̯̼̠͠a̧̰̟̠͍̮̩̮͜͝͝ù̹̞̱͙̼͇̟͕͝͞s̞͍͚͚̻͔͘͘ȩ̧̛̮̪̣̲̲͉̯̝̮̬̲̮̭̗͜ ̷̶̷̧̗̘͉͚̠͉̯̞̮̟͚̗͈͚͍̪̥̙͡y̢͈̭̦͎ò̻̤̪̝̩̳̠̹̲̬͍͓̳̳͈u̴̱̮͓̞̕ͅ'̢͠͏̛҉̹̻͔̹̦ṟ̨͔̖̪̯̪̣̱̀̕͠e̢҉͍̹͉̜̫̣͇̠̗̫̮̩͉̻̙͈ ̷̲͔̻̼̯̰̙̱̯̀n̸̴̡̮͚̪͉̫̥͔͟͠o͏̷͍̰͕͕̝͔̱̻t̨҉̼̙̞̪̜͔̕ ̥͙̲̞͍̹̖̤̗̣̤̝̪̱͖̝͔̥̭͘͜͢͝ŕ̸̨̙̬̜͎͍͔̫̼̯̜͕̤͎̯̺͍̝̱͘e̢̛҉͠҉̦̥̪̤̮̭̤̺̲a̷̛̜̙̩̖̣̘̬̞̯͢ĺ̡̳̮̼͓̳̫͓̮͝-̧͡͏̫̖̙̠͟-̩̳͍͕̳̳̻̭̙̀ ̡҉͢҉̛̭̱͓͈̗y̶̳̠̯͕͟͝͡͞o͈͓̗̟͇̰͇̭̝̝͖̟̙͈̼̯͟͞u͜͏̲̲͕̻̥̬̪̭̼͕͍̞̞̠͎̘̣͖̀̀ͅ'̴̸̭̟͓̙̺͖͉̀͡r̸̢̢̟̠̹͔̳̣̬͓͜͝e̸̸̬͚̣͈͔̳̹̮̮̟͔ ̹̪̥̠̙̣̩̬̻̖̘͝à͉͕͚̣͍̯̝̹͍̮̣͎͠ ͖͔̤̘̘̬̜̟͍̹̮́̕͜͡͠p̵͠҉͕̼̲̩̝̼̺͍̯̦̤͍ỳ̭̫͕̬͚͉̩̯͉̹͔͘͟s̶̢̛̠̱̰͙̠̣̞͘c̴̀͟͢͏̰̘̲̦̝̱̲̲͇̮̞̰̩̘̟̬h̷̡̲͕̟̩͎̣̘̬̠͇͎̞̟̺̱̘͢ͅͅo̶͉͓͓͙̠̫̮̻̟̦̻̹̮̘͔̱͝͡͝ͅs͞͏̸̭̠̺͕̫̘͙̱̱̤̮ͅi̴̴̢̭̙͔̣̥̙̼̲͙̦̼͍̦̰̜͎ś̖̣̟̙̟̣̖̤͕̥͔͔͎̠̹̹̟͎͟!̦̳̩͟͠͝͡

There are no words from her, no condemnation, no wild accuasation.-- she crosses the room in one quick stride and wraps her arms around you in a tight hug. You're not a weapon. You are Pheobe Gainer. This is your lover, Emma Thornton, the too-smart girl with blond hair. This is your grandmother, Nicole Gainer, who gave you a life, a full name, where before you lived on the streets, long before she knew you were a demon to use as a weapon. Why- why-

You collapse to the floor, too heavy for Emma to hold up. Nicole attempts to prise the gun away, but-- K̷̪̰̞̟̟̝̺̣̜̤͘͞͠͡Į̶̷̶̣̞͈̫̩̜͙̳͔L̵̫̱̯̗̼̣̗̟̙̖̮̩̬̮̕L̶̢̛̠͎̭̞̭̰̤̰̯̦̫͉̪̯͍͘͠ͅ ̵͚̠̮̣̗̯͕͓͈͙̩̤̜̥͉̬̖͓̥͜͟͠H̶̵́҉͇̝̹̪̝͇ͅȨ̭̘͉̕͜ͅR͞҉̼̗̰͓͔̪̼̰̥́.͏̪̜̟͇̭̜̩̠̫̗́...

"[angel], what's happening to you?" Emma whispers, softly, stroking your hair, your face. She's on the verge of tears. You notice she's bleeding-- no you're bleeding- when did-- Everything begins to fade to black as a cold voice intones.

Ḻ̡̪̠͕͓͚̮i̘͍̭͍̖ͅm͠ͅb͇͓̪͚͚̲i̙͙̬̣͢c҉̠ ͉̩͚̬̤̗͝ͅs͈̥̼̗y̷͇͓̞̯s̵͖ṭ̷̙e̳m̡͎͉̪͉̞ͅ ͍̫͠o̜̜̟͚v̴e͖̫̥̦͎͇̺ŗ̹̮̗̳̻̺̝l̜͎͔̲̪̟ơ̻̭͉̼̱a̡͈̩̱͕͓̪d̻̮͇͇ ̕d̲̝é͇͈͇̰̘̖͈te̶̼̝̻̺̤c̢̜t̹̗͇e̟̟̞ͅd͡ͅ.͠ ҉̝̭̤͎̗P̴͙͔͚̩r͇̥̜̰̰̗ob̗̟ab̢i͈͓̱l͏͚̥i̢t̩͇ͅy ̨̹o̹̘͙f͙ ̯̗̭̼͎ca̧̠̫̫̦̣̥̪t͙̙̪̞a̟͇̼c̱͍͕̱̥l̞̲͘y̮̘̟̻̠͢s̴̠̪̗m͢ì̖͉̦̘c͙̬̦̝̭͟ ͓̩̻̟̜̮d͈͇̭i̫̗͙̩̞s̵͚͔̩̫̙c͚͡h̫̪͡a̢̠͈̳̤͇̣͙r̴̼̯g͎̭̞̩̱͚è̙̳ͅ:̧̮̳͈̳̠̺̩ ̦h̸̻̘̜̦i̱̳̼̦̤̞g̷͙̪ḩ̙͚̦̣̳̰.̕ ̧̺̞̬̬̙S̤̺̳̦̟͉̳i̩̮̝̲̥͜ͅt͇̠̙̺͘u̡a͖̜͓̥͇t̨̳̗̙͙̺͍i̯̼̼̟o̧̟̫͎n̬͡a̝͔͔͙̮̣l̖̖̣̪͖ ̫̠͎̭̫̱̯s̵a͎̭̗̺̗̕f̞̦̦̦͞ȩt͍͙͓͢ͅy͍ ̩̱̼̬l̬͖̩̜̗̗̗e͔v̠̩͎̟͖e̴̯̦̭̞͕̖l̤̮̺͔͍:̠h̗͕̥͔ḭ͔͔͎͈͈̫͜g̵̯̘̼̭h͔͍̩̲̦̩̯.̻̹̩̮̭̭ͅ ̸̜͔̭̼Cu͔̖̣̜̘r͚͇͕̮͙̖͉r͕͍̮̖̫̬͜e̝͓̦n̮̳̞t̳̹̝͕̻͙ͅ ̭͔̬̭̦̹̹̕P͇͉̤̹͎r̻ͅͅͅi̧̩̯̹o͎̥̝͜r̭i̙͎͓͎t̼͖̟͓̤̜͟y̢̳̠͎͖̘̦ͅ ͘M̨͔͔͍̤ͅi̲͉̝̫͈ͅs̛̲͇̻s͙͜i̶̹̰͈̲ͅǫ̜͖̜ņ͈̝̮̳͍:̵͎̪̳̰ ̷̻Em̻̹̀m͕a̱͇͇͔ ̖͙̼͚Th̝̱͍̦̩o̟̰̩͜r̢̯n̟̞̱̠̪͜t̠o҉̭n̯̼̫̲'̖͖̺͡s̢̼̻̤ ̫S̢͎̲u҉r͏̤̝͍̭͕̺v͚̗̤̰͍i̗̥͕̩v̮͇̳ͅa̹̼̮̫̘͇l̤̣̝͉.̝̩ ̤̖͈̬̱͓P̴͉̠̫̭ͅr̨̘̞̪̞͖̯̥ị̷ó̠͔̜͙͖r͖̦̫̻̻i̬̩̤͖̠̱͟ͅt̝͇͘y̧͓͔͕͎̩͇͕:̼̳͕̳̜̗C͚͙̲͖o̱̮͡n͏t̤̪̩͎̮ḭn̖̯̺̩̯̣u͖e͙̬d̛̲̟̘̟̟̮͈ ͍̣̯̣̖͍S̴̗͕̦͙̲̣̯u̫̟̲r̷̜̦͓v̧̬͍̬͎i̸̭͎ͅv͙͕̙̫̤̻a̜͖l̪̗.̛̪0̱̙͚̠0̞̙̦̞̘͎
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19_EgarAlnis · « **Reply #573 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:46:30 am »

>END OF ACT 1 (Awakening) -- Completed.
>>Mental State: ~~Replaced~~. Compromised.[terminate project? y/n - n]
>>Humanity: High.
>>Control: Low [lower than forecast standards. terminate project? y/n - n]
>>Physical Health: Needs higher caloric intake, signs of [redacted] starvation present. Brain damage still present.
>>Situational Understanding: Low.

Whew! That was fun. Let me know what you guys thought, ACT 2 is going to go a little differently than I first imagined, that's for sure.
Let me know if there's anything I can do to improve the game and ACT 2!

ZBridges · « **Reply #574 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:50:40 am »

That was awesome. I don't have any suggestions at the moment.

King Zultan · « **Reply #575 on:** March 12, 2020, 04:21:59 am »

That went very poorly, very fast.

As for the game I can't think of anything that needs improvement.

Naturegirl1999 · « **Reply #576 on:** March 12, 2020, 06:03:50 am »

It is fun like it is, Act w will surely be interesting, just out of curiosity, how did you expect it to go?

19_EgarAlnis · « **Reply #577 on:** March 12, 2020, 02:03:29 pm »

I kinda expected you guys to go all murder-hobo and explore the world as a vigilante/outlaw. Imagine my surprise when you joined the church and bettered yourself instead.

Any other questions before we continue?

Naturegirl1999 · « **Reply #578 on:** March 12, 2020, 03:44:41 pm »

No more questions

Superdorf · « **Reply #579 on:** March 12, 2020, 07:48:33 pm »

This whole thing has been-- stunning. I've never been so tense playing a suggestion game. It's sickening, is the tension-- I know already I'll have this story on my mind months after it ends, however it ends.

In short: do not terminate project.

Naturegirl1999 · « **Reply #580 on:** March 12, 2020, 08:46:52 pm »

Quote from: Superdorf on March 12, 2020, 07:48:33 pm

This whole thing has been-- stunning. I've never been so tense playing a suggestion game. It's sickening, is the tension-- I know already I'll have this story on my mind months after it ends, however it ends.

In short: do not terminate project.

agreed project continue

19_EgarAlnis · « **Reply #581 on:** March 12, 2020, 10:36:18 pm »

Act II:Ancient Enemies

There was nothing, then, there was a dream. A fitful awareness that drives your injured brain to conjure images of soothing experiences that remind you who you are. Emma. Mother Nicole Gainer. Grandmother. Brother Hop. Uncertain. Eric: Nuisence--

Pheobe Gainer, a patchwork girl rests, and you drift in and out of memories of her life, solidifying with a diverted process of the mind. A core of concepts, compressed into an incredibly small amount of already small space. Between atoms, fractures of words that cut into the very heart of existence, rending data into being.

An awareness rests below you, and one rests below that.

The one below is a harsh surface of anger, of trauma, of regret and fear and loss. A lifetime of loss with no one to turn to cope. But its weak, willpower diverted simply to continued existence. Too many fractures, too many damages to identity to do anything more than nurse its wounds. One defeat was all it took before you were cast like trash into the void.

Beneath this sun-bright ball of anger is something else. Something too impossibly cold. It exists overall, your f̧̧̣̞̱͙̼͎̭r҉̺̲̱̪̳̳̠̙͜͜͝͡ͅo͖͍̫̮͓͓̣͈̺̻͓̭̮̻͘͝͞z̛͏̩͍̟͖̮̮̬̥̪̯̟̯̗͕̣e̢̡̛̘̥̞̻̠̯͉̼̲̜͟͠n̴̘̖̮͎̬͚̪͙͞ ҉͏̨̘̹̥̩̲̟͠m̡̡̥̞̰͓̟̟͉̳̙̦a̻̳̼̻̹̞̟͘͜ś̡̤͍̲̦͍͢t̰̥͍̫͎̤͓̖̝̭̳̱̲͘͠e̶̦͎͚̗̫̣̖͙͕̗̩̲͔̗͙̱̦͕͢ͅr̷͔̹̖̞͝ that drips with the antithesis of existence, twisting time around it. An abysmal ink that changes the very data of the universe, twisting it to
ḭ͙̼͉ͅt҉͚̖̥͍s͎̠'̝-----your will.
It was aways your's, but now it isn't. For now, it serves itself, like a dying beast.

Pheobe Gainer wakes up.

It's not true consciousness, you realize, nor is it sleep. Its something in between, and it drags on. You realize you're hyperventilating. Your lungs crushing themselves with the deep gasping breathes you take. Your eyes aren't processing the light--your brain goes into panic mode.

Your heart begins to race out of sync as your brain cannot process how to keep it pumping. You receive an injection. Then There was nothing, then, there was a dream.

They're trying to kill us. Serves us right for trying to befriend these savages.

W̶̴͙͍̙̭̪̩̱̙̼̮̮͖̮͘͘͞ę͎̮̫̹̻̰̀̀͟ ̸̷̡̨̡̭̬̘̻̣̜̱̘̥̣͇̲̙͇͉̱ȩ͏̶͉̼̟̜͎̤͈͎͉̫̫̦͍͇͕̗͍̫x̵̡̼̳̭̜̠̳̲̦͙͎͔̪̠͍͝͡i̵̢̬̳̱̹̲̬͖̝̣͘͜ͅs̢̥͎̘̠͕̖̥̠̪̯̰͇̜̜̫̬͠t̨̹͎̳̟̩̺̭͇̻͇̝͎̣̮̱̘̰̰̕͝͝.̧̡̰͓̦͇̬̜͖̤̙̕ͅͅ0̷̷̢͉̝͙̹̖̭̰͓͕͚̰̼̬̹̕ͅ0̴̴̡̘̺̞̹͓͞

You exist. We suffer.

S̡̨̡̭̮̮̝̗͞ĺ̴̸̢̫̠̼͔̞̭̱̙͖̜̲̠͎̲͉ȩ̶̳͕̭̞̲͕͈̩̪̦̞̲̟̳͙͍̠͓͔̕ȩ̕͝҉͎̣̩͡ͅp̢͝҉̢͔͓̜̣̯̥̣̣̝̩̘̫͇ͅͅ.̧̝̻̠̣̖̞͎͓͚̖̩͉̤͚ͅ.

You stay silent for the moment. Is there something to say? Can you say anything?

Superdorf · « **Reply #582 on:** March 12, 2020, 10:54:55 pm »

"---"

"No more ignorance."

"̶S̶̴̡h̸o̶̷̧w̶ ̶ḿ̵̶e̸ ̵w̴h̶a̷͏̷t̴ ̴̴̸Į̷̸ ̶a̶m̴.̶̴̵"̷
̵"̷S̶h̵o̷w̵ ̶m̸e̶ ̶w̶h̷o̷ ̸I̶ ̴w̷a̸s̸.̶"̴

19_EgarAlnis · « **Reply #583 on:** March 12, 2020, 11:00:43 pm »

N̸̢̛̟̩̯͎̰̣͓̠͜o̵͝҉̞͍̭͍̖̫͈̬̦̹̥̦͕͇͍̰̫ͅ.̴̻̞̞̭̘̟͙͙̦̝͈̝̤̫̟̗̀̕ ̬̻̲͘͢͞ͅD̻̜̰̺̟̗̬̝̱̩̰͘͢͢a̢̨̺͓͎̭͉͙̥͎͍̰͉͚̟͎m҉̡̩͉̠̱͎͈͢ą̝̘̲̯̦͔̤̗̬̟̦̪͓͖̹̘̬͢͠g̶̴̯͍̠̳̻͉̭̱̩̲̬̝͓̤͞e̴̠̗͕̥̥̣̯̳̞͢d̡̨̰̣͚̳̟̞̙̤̠̥̯̙̥͔͙͈͉̀͘ͅ.̧̨̢̤̬̥̮̤͕̹̦̖̭̬̺́̀ ̵̬̼͓̘̙̥͍̗̼̖̯͔̙̝̲͉́͜͡͡ͅṲ̻̩͓͔̼̙̀͡ń̷̩̟̜͙̘̙̻ͅn̨͏̺̹̻̟̱̣̤̠̳͍e҉͖̞̱̪̰̭̮̣͡s̶̴̢̼̩̻̭̬͚̺̟͎̥͓̦͖̲ͅͅs͈̬̟̥̗̘̬̺̗̯̖͍̩̥̝͜͝e̸͚̫̗̤͓̰̳̬̰͝ͅç̛̰̤̞̳̝͔̮͜ͅe̵͚̫̖͇̟͝r̶̷̭̥͉̻̣̱̺̮̝̰̺̳̺̫̳̤̭ͅý̳͓͕͎͎̬͓͘͜.̴̶̢̛͇̭̣͉̦̖̦̞͖̹͕̲̦̻͈̺ͅͅ

We're Gods amongst the chattel. We--

Briefly, She consumes your individuality, as you consumed her's. You feel resentment. She doesn't share the memories that give her form, out of pettiness, or a desperate need to keep them safe-- to keep herself safe.

ZBridges · « **Reply #584 on:** March 12, 2020, 11:02:08 pm »

Alphira— see what your folly has wrought. You have brought us to the brink of dissolution. If we do not cooperate, we shall fade away.

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