World Of Science [Game] page 2

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Daniel
Wandering the street, maneuvering around brawling peoples, I weave my way to an interesting sight. A man with a metal arm beating another guy with a flashlight. “Well, this isn’t unusual at all.” I sarcastically think aloud. Drawn by curiosity and a latent desire to incite further trouble, I casually approach the partially cybernetic man and ask, “Havin’ fun there, big guy?”

 
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Michael
I slept longer than usual. The others are probably all awake and doing stuff, and I was still there. Till I stood up and looked through the bulletproof Aluminium oxynitride window. Expensive, but worth it. One stain of a bullet was there, but it would not have hit me. The streets were in a riot. Not surprising. It had to happen one day. I scan the surroundings and spot a nice thing to get in this trouble. I open the door. Oh god.

 
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John

“Not really”. I say to the newcomer. “But I figure an easy way to stop a riot is to knock all the rioters unconscious”. As I say this I grab two more rioters and knock their heads together.

 
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John
Rushing into the brawl you see a man wailing upon another, smaller man. Although two wrongs fail to make a right, you bring your flashlight down upon his skull using the force of your bionic arm. The result is a resounding crack as the flashlight makes impact with his skull, instantly sending him off of the man and back into the crowd. Said crowd, is now also in utter shock. Needless to say they were not appreciative of your outer interference. This crowd was not assorted rioters, but rather an organized gang of men who wanted to seize the opportunity of the riot as a chance to conduct there actions without interference. Needless to say, you ruined there opportunity, and now they wish to ruin your limbs.
As you ready yourself for a fight, another man (Daniel/Kipdon) from seemingly out of nowhere approaches you. “Havin’ fun there, big guy?”

After responding to the man (Daniel) You grab two more rioters and assault them. Some of them are running, but now a large group seems willing to assault you.

Emilie
You walk back into the room only to find a new man standing amongst them, It is none other than your father. He is badly wounded with cuts, bruises and scrapes as well as what appears to be some burn marks. He is clearly not a fan of the men in his apartment whom he states he has never seen before. It appears that the only way out at this point is confrontation.

Daniel
You witness the augmented man wound the victim only to have the crowd turn on him as you approach him and make your remark. It appears that the crowd believes that you two are associates of each other. This appears to be a classic situation of wrong place and wrong time, but the question is which party is this a precarious predicament for?

Michael
[I don’t mean to disappoint you but I am uncertain on how to advance your plot. Would you rather just have free-intro until the Seattle Riot ends (Soon)]

 
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Michael
The stairs were destroyed. Not broken, but really destroyed as if a bomb had exploded. I can still jump
So I jumped and jumped, from wall to wall, and leftover to leftover till I reached the ground floor and walked through the broken door. This once was wood. Ages ago.
The riots were pretty how I felt what was normal for auch a thing. I directly headed east, following the direction. Nobody seemed to care about me, so I just continued walking. Maybe somebody will interrupt me, I have to test the new weapon.

 
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Emilie

“Dad!”

It was all so clear now. They had badly injured him and probably forced him into telling them where we lived. Those pricks…

“What do you want from us?” I ask, stepping forward to get closer to my father.

 
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Emilie
The man by the name of Erik approaches you. “What do we want? Well we don’t want to much. Just your home and everything in it dear. If you, and your father simply walk out that door, then things won’t get any worse, and well, if you don’t walk out that door…”

As the last words exited his mouth, his leg sliced through the air and his knee struck your father sharply in his midsection, sending his limp body into the wall that you were nearly backed into. Your father’s limp body is now still with the exception of the brief quiver.

“As I was saying, if you don’t comply, then things will get much worse.”

As you contemplate all of your options, the only sounds you can hear are your dad’s whimpers of pain.

Michael
As you stroll through the streets of Seattle, admiring the flames of anarchy you spot a police officer trapped within his vehicle. A large group of rioters surround him with menacing eyes. As they rock the car to and fro, and pound on the glass windows, the cop panics from within, only wondering what they will do to him. However, it does appear he has sufficient time to radio in for backup. At least it seemed so at first.

A loud crash echoes through the streets as some psycho plows his van directly into the side of the police car, sending the vehicle into a series of a barrel rolls before it comes to rest up against an apartment complex. The police officer is passed out or dead within the vehicle which has now caught flame. It may be to late for the officer, but if it’s not, he would most certainly be grateful if his life was saved from the group of rioters. That being said, the group is large, numbering around 80 men.

 
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Daniel
“This should be fun…” I mutter as I ready my cleaver.

 
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you didn’t post to my action

 
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My apologies

 
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Emilie

“Alright! Alright… No need for violence, I understand perfectly what you want.”

My father and I exchanged glances, and somehow we knew what the other was thinking.

“If you will be so kind to allow me and my father to get some clothes from our rooms, we would greatly appreciate it. You see, it’s very cold out, and I’m afraid we wouldn’t make it wearing just this.”

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John

“Anymore of you want to end up like your friends here?” I ask the group of people as I point towards the two men I just assaulted. More of them start running towards me. “Well so much for peace talks.” I run toward them and start beating as many of the group of people I can handle at a time.

 
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Daniel
A demented grin crosses my face as I dash forward, madly hacking away at the rioters. I keep in mind that even now, murder would probably get me arrested, so I temper my strikes to be painful, but non-fatal. After mowing down a short path of rioters, I glance at the other guy to see if he’s enjoying the bloodbath as much as I.

 
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Michael
Shit. But I have an idea. “Hey punks!” A few of them turned, screamed, and suddenly they all ran at me. With a nice jump there and there over their heads, I landed on the car, grabbed the body and jumped again on the ground a few meters behind it. With my last power I throw one of the bombs into the crowd, then I drop.

 
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Bob McDonald (I don’t know how to bold)

When I finally find someone that appears not to be mindlessly fighting I ask why there is a riot he turns to me and says “Don’t you know there was a big government coverup about the newly invented AI’s killing lots of people.” I am shocked that that is what happened in my dream and decide that if I survive this riot I will go to the AI’s and try to stop them. To increase my chances of survival I walk behind this crazy-looking guy with a cleaver that’s killing rioters(Daniel).

 
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Emilie
The man seems to mull over your request in his mind before finally responding, “Fine, but Tyrelle will escort you.”

A large black man emerges from his group. He is not as tall as Erik, however he appears extremely stocky but he lacks augmentation, however he is extremely muscled and he doesn’t quite give off a friendly charm.

You walk back into your room to retrieve clothing when you hear a loud siren. It must be the police, or homeland security. Something, has to be. Tyrelle is ushering you to hurry up, shoving you into your room. He goes to say something but is cut off by the sound of gunshots in the complex. Panicing, he grabs his own firearm and places it against your head. It can’t end like this.

Your father dives and tackles Tyrelle. A loud shot echoes through the room, soon followed by a bellow of agony. Throughout this collage of noise you didn’t hear the law enforcement that crashed into the room and fired upon Tyrelle.

Your father, has been shot. Erik, and the rest, are dead. The only icing on the cake is that the police have chosen to detain you in Washington State Interrogation Center.

John
You are attacked by the large group of rioters. At first they are easy to dismantle and toss to the side as ragdolls, especially with Daniel, hacking his way through the group. As your progress your way through the group you accidentally leave yourself surrounded. As you make this realization, a massive pain erupts in the back of your head as you collapse to the ground.

As you fall you spot the culprit. A small women covered in blood managed to bash you over the top of your head with a fire extinguisher. You try to scramble to your feet but the crowd swarms you and keeps you grounded. The pain feels as if your limbs are being torn asunder. You probably do not have long before you pass out from the pain.

You awake to find yourself in Washington State Interrogation Center.
Daniel
You brutally slice and dice, hack and slash the crowd with glee. Hopefully the authorities never find out about your actions. Blood splatters from your victims and on to you body. Oh what joy. Who would of thought blindly cutting through a crowd with a meat cleaver could be so exhilarating. Life seems to be amazing, when all of a sudden your thought is interrupted by a loud clanging sound. It was clearly the sound of metal on metal.

Surprised by the abrupt noise you look to the source of it. At the end of your cleaver is a steel arm. Sadly, by the time you acknowledge what happened, a blade erupts from the arm and pierces your stomach. The instantaneous pain sends you collapsing to the ground. As blood gushes from your abdomen, your assaulter stands above you. To your shock he appears to be a minor, possibly 17 at the most.

With this last site your vision fades to black as you lose your consciousness.

You awake to find yourself in Washington State Interrogation Center.

Michael
The last thing you hear is a massive explosion echoing through the night. It must of been the police officer’s car fire reaching the gas tank. A great inferno creates a wall between you and the rioters. Hopefully you are saved and you don’t die like this, one has to be optimistic to survive disaster. With these pleasant thoughts in your head you reach the plain of unconsciousness.

You awake to find yourself in Washington State Interrogation Center.

Bob McDonald
As you walk away from the one sane man you talked to you realize that he was either a liar or a fool. The actual reason for riot was clearly the Seahawks winning the super bowl. Yodecide to follow Daniel only to witness him fall into the crowd as he is impaled by a blade. Turning around to escape the mosh pit ahead, you see the man who fed you the false conspiracy theory.

You meekly observe him as he grabs your head and pulls it into his knee with tremendous force. You hit the ground with a resounding thud. Maybe, you can crawl away and as you attempt to do so he grabs your legs, and slowly drags you back towards him. You roll over only to see his foot come crashing down onto your head, rendering you unconscious.

You awake to find yourself in Washington State Interrogation Center..

 
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Bob McDonald

When I first wake up I believe I am in a recovery room at the hospital after my nanos probably would have sent out a distress call once the riot started but when you call out and nobody come it becomes apparent this is indeed a holding cell. An immeasurable amount of time later a muscled guard comes in and tells me to come with him. Of course I do so immediately. When we arrive at our apparent destination I am left in a typical interrogation room.

 
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Emilie

“Why am I being held here, I didn’t do anything!” My frustration and anger only grows with each minute I’m left alone in my cell. “Hey, is anyone even there?”

After a while of screaming and shouting, I finally caved, sitting back against the wall. My mind went back to earlier that evening, replaying the terrible scenario over and over again. How had it gone so wrong? Were those criminals out for another usual night, or were they somehow involved with the fires and chaos I saw when I was looking out the window? Either way, I needed to somehow get myself out of this mess and find out if my father was okay. I hope my last memory of him is not watching him lay on the ground bleeding as I’m being dragged away by police.

 
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Bob McDonald
You wait patiently in the interrogation room until a pair of men, both tall and adorning black suits approach you and sit on opposite ends of the table from you. One of them is carrying a blank folder that he calmly places on the metal table. After a long pause in which they both analyze your appearance the taller of the two men finally speaks. “Do you, William McDonald confess to the murder of Wilson Derod, and Vincent Olimadi? We have photographic evidence and witness reports that state you committed these murders. Look in the folder yourself”

The folder is then promptly slid towards you and holds 5 pictures of you assaulting two men with a crowbar. Oddly enough you have no recollection of doing such a thing. Either you are going insane, or being framed.

Emilie
After you spend hours waiting within your cell, a series of men approach your cubicle of imprisonment. The group is led by a small, greasy looking man with a New York accent. His men all draw their weapons, assault rifles and shotguns and aim them directly towards your eyes. After a couple of seconds the leader draws a pistol and remarks, “We would carry out the interrogation in one of the formal rooms, however we have deemed you to be too much of a threat for use to transport. I know that you know why we have you here. You are under arrest for the murders of Erik Fillhell, and Tyrelle Driggs. I am afraid to admit that due to your threat level we will not be able to provide a proper trial. Any questions?”

 
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Bob McDonald
“First of all” I say to these people “my name is Bob, not William the proof is in the nanobots in my brain. also you can check them to see if I killed those people which I did not.” They don’t seem to believe me.

 
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Emilie

My eyes widen and my hands slowly come up, showing I mean no harm.

“What are you talking about? Those men threatened my father and I, and they were shot by you guys! Just look at the evidence, you won’t find a fingerprint of mine on any of the weapons, because that’s how they died after all, by gunshots. And even if I was guilty for whatever reason, every criminal deserves a proper trial, you just need the right amount of security if they pose that big of a threat to anyone.”

This was unbelievable… They were treating me as if I was one of the most dangerous people in the city. They either had to be drugged, or this was some sort of cover-up.

“My own father was shot, do you think I would have done such thing to him?”

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Bob McDonald
The man seems displeased. “We were under the assumption that Bob was short for William, and this is a formal situation. Anyways, we believe you are guilty, the nanomachines in your brain correspond with the accusations. We checked them while you were unconscious. If you do not have legitimate evidence to state that you are innocent. Then you shall be put to death.”

The other man then asks," Any questions?"

Emilie
The man cracks a small grin before continuing the conversation, “Due to the nature of this situation, I will give you a little bit of information. No matter what you say or do, what display or convey, you cannot win in court. We are doing you a favor.”

One of the other men lowers his weapon and walks to the front of the group, “We are also very sorry, but your father has died from the wounds he suffered. However, we do have his final statements on record. You may hear them if you wish. Or, we could cut straight to what will become of you.”

 
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“Um, how could I get evidence to prove my innocence? And how much time do I have?” I say.

 
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[No hints. It is do or die.]

 
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Originally posted by Jimbo14:

[No hints. It is do or die.]

there were supposed to be quotation marks the first time. so could you say how much time