World Of Science [Game] page 3

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Bob McDonald
I request a computer to view my digital memory from the bots and begin to go through the recording frame by frame from 1 min. before the murders to 1 min. after looking for any abnormalities. I also find out what time the “attacks” happened.

 
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John

“Well this ain’t good”. I say when I realize where I am. “How long was I out and why am I here?” I ask myself. “Oh right the riot.” I say as I remember a possible reason for my being here. “But that still leaves the question of how long I was unconscious.” As I wonder how long i had been unconscious a few officers walk in and start talking to me.

 
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Bob McDonald
You request for a computer, however the men happily deny your request. After about an hour a third man enters the room acknowledges the other two, who handcuff you and shackle your legs while the third man speaks, “Mr. McDonald, since you have not admitted your guilt, or found a path to innocence, we are forced to expedite your trial. By the end of the day, you should arrive in Sacramento, California for your trial. Although we do not know what the sentence will be, you will likely be found guilty.”

You are then escorted through a series of corridors before you come to a bright in-house metro station that will most likely lead you to Sacramento for your trial for double homicide. May any deity be in your favor.

 
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Emilie

“He… died? But he was only shot once.”

My eyes begin to water at this point.

“And there were plenty of you guys there, how come none of you grabbed the med kit located in any of the rooms? He would have been able to hold out for a long time with just one application of the cream—”

My voice breaks, and I slump to the ground after the realization finally hit me. He was gone, for good. My last remaining blood relative was wiped off the face of the earth for some unknown reason, and I was completely helpless at the moment to try to do something about it. In fact, the only thing I could do right now was cry, but the emotions brewing were too strong for me to handle, and soon enough I was finding it hard to breathe. I get up and run to the edge of the cell, grabbing one of the men by his shirt to pull him to me until his face hits the bars.

“I need water,” I manage to say in between heavy breaths, not caring about the others’ reactions.

 
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oh come on!
Bob McDonald
At the trial I request a computer to look at the memories of the murder to check for hints of fabrication and cross-reference them with the evidence gained from surveillance cameras. (if refused I plead insanity)

 
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John
Two of officers walk into the area right outside of your cell. One of them is a large black man, and the other is a small wiry Asian fellow. The latter of the two appears to be more of a talker than the others. He speaks fast and with aggression, “Sir, you are being charged with the brutal murder of Elizabeth Erins 27 hours ago during the riot of Seattle. Do you confess to this murder? We have hard evidence and an easy way out if you confess here and now.”

The larger man approaches the cell bars and shows you a video of you beating a small women to death with a baseball bat whilst her children all watch in horror. Could you possibly be that bad of a person? No, you can’t be. It must be a mistake….Or a damn good framejob.

 
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Emilie
Shocked by your random typhoon of emotion the men quickly present you a bottle of water from the Provisions Trolley which was conveniently passing by. The greasy man speaks to you after handing you the bottle, “We are all sorry for your loss. Normally we would not be pressing you with this trial with circumstantial, fabricated evidence, but it was your fathers last wish. You and a few select others are being sent out of the country to Belarus for classified reasoning. This is the only way we can make sure everyone agrees. Your father was a very important man. It’s a shame he shot himself.”

Bob McDonald
As your trial progresses, things do not look good for your future. Every plan you devise fails horribly and after a brief trial you are found guilty on two counts of first degree murder. The last thing you hear before being drug out of the courtroom was the death penalty stated as your future.

A man fights his way through the crowd and merges in with your escort group and begins barking out words to you in a gritty and serious tone," Mr. McDonald, you are now the slave of my task force. We know that you did not commit no murder or any crime for that matter. This is why we are giving you a choice. This hallway that we are traversing leads to an incinerator where you are scheduled to become a pile of ashes in less than an hour. That is option A. Option B is you come with me and my group to Belarus. I cannot tell you why we are going, all I can say is that the chance of mortality is slightly lower. Make your choice. Now!"

The rest of your escort group seems completely oblivious to the man talking, however it seems to be out of respect rather than a lack of awareness. It is clear they are in on the plan.

 
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Bob McDonald
I immediately agree to go with the man. He escorts me down hallway B to a private jet where he says I must hide in a secret compartment with I don’t know how many others.

 
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John

“27 hours?! What time is it?!” I ask when they tell me the time the riot happened. “Did I do it? I don’t know. Last thing I remember is a woman covered in blood bashing my head with a fire extinguisher. I don’t remember seeing any kids in that mob of people though. Damn i’ve got a bad headache. Where did this happen”?

 
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Emilie

After downing over half the bottle of water, I try to process what the man said.

“My father killed himself so I could go to Belarus? Is this whole situation somehow related to the chaos and insanity going on outside in the streets? I mean, I’ll go regardless, it’s not like I have anything to lose at this point, but I would have liked a heads up or something.”

I drink the rest of the water, waiting to see what they do with me next.

 
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when do we find out about the heads or tails thing? can you tell us yet?

 
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Daniel
I look around after waking up, only to suffer from a rush of bad memories. “Ugh…” I start, sounding distraught, “This place again…” I give a dour glance at my cell’s guard and ask the all-important question, “What’s up this time?”

 
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John
“This all took place in downtown Seattle outside of the apartment complex where you reside. The riot was caused by the mass reaction and so-called party in response to the Seahawks winning the Super Bowl. People, people like you felt as if they could capitalize off of the chaos and finish things, or finish people for that matter. The murder you committed was quite brutal indeed. If this got to court, then things could result in torture an longtime detainment before your inevitable execution.”

The man then cracks a sadistic smile before continuing, “However, if you agree to be part of an investigative team dispatched to Belarus, then this will never see court. We will fake your death, you leave the country. After business is finished, you come back a new man. Do we have a deal?”

Emilie
The man smiles at you menacingly before responding, “Emilie, curiosity killed the cat, and as a cat, so far you’re are favorite. Also, you are right, you do have nothing to lose. Now please, follow me.”

He then leads you down a long, steel corridor and eventually out to an extremely high tech facility that appears to serve as a metro. Green lights irradiate from the walls, illuminating the room before you. Technology like this is well beyond what the average civilian has. The trains themselves, aren’t even a physical object, but rather a computer program of some sort.

The man escorting you, recognizes your confusion, “Ma’am, don’t worry or be afraid of how these work, the leader of your expedition should be here shortly. He’ll explain how they work. Just wait here.”

Daniel
The guard turns to you, “Oh sleeping beauty, how nice of you to join the living. You’re in here for the murder of Damien King, a 17 year old kid who once resided in downtown Seattle. Do you argue against these claims, or do you admit your guilt now? We have evidence placing the murder in your hands. Please, just make this easier for us.”

 
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John

“Alright… I’m in.” I say to the man “Either of you got any aspirin?” I ask both of the men.

 
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Daniel
“Depends… I’d have to see the guy first. I don’t forget the faces of my victims.” I respond, growing gradually more irritated.

 
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[Happy New Year guys! This is my first post of 2013, and may there be many more!]

Emilie

“Alright, I guess I can afford to wait a little longer.”

The room was chilled to a below average temperature, and I kept walking back and forth to keep myself warm. It was only when I looked down that I remembered I still had my pajamas on. But it only made sense. I was taken from my own home by force in the middle of the night, they can’t exactly expect me to be all dressed up and ready to go on an adventure.

 
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Belarus? I think we all know where this is going.

 
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Michael
When I awoke I felt asleep again. I woke up in the “Washington State Interrogation Center” at least that what the wall said. I was not able to see something other, my eyes were still trying to adjust. Why?

 
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Daniel
Rapidly growing bored from the lack of response, save for a blank glare, from the guard. I destroy whatever bonds hold me and attempt to steal the guard’s weapon.
[This is, how you say, a “bump.”]

 
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I haven’t been posted yet are you just waiting for everyone else to get in the jet?

 
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[Apologies for inactivity. Feel free to blame 2013]*

John
One of the men hands you a small red pill and a small vile of water to make the pill easier to swallow. “Here, I take it your head hurts or something?,” oddly enough the man said this with a surprisingly profound grin.

Suspicious or not, you decide it would be best to take the pill and the last thing you see before fading into unconsciousness is the vile of water. The pill must of been a strong sedative. After a long time of dealing with your thoughts you awake in a peculiar, futuristic metro station. At first you appear to be the only one there until you see another figure in the distance [Emilie] . Further inspection also reveals snipers surrounding your location on upper floors.

Daniel
You break the bonds in angst and seize the guards weapons, a small compact machine gun. You aim the gun to his head and pull the trigger. Rather than being met with the comfortable recoil of a military-grade weapon, you are instead met with a powerful electric shot that drops you to your knees. The intense pain is then met with the swift strike of the guards boot which sprawls you out onto your back.

“I take it you never knew that high-level officers have ID tagged guns that only fire for my finger, and the hands of my superiors. This alone is enough to land you an execution, so we’ll cut right to center of things. We know you committed no murder, on that night, however we have sufficient evidence that was falsified, but can still land you an execution. Your only way out of this predicament is to join an expedition heading to Belarus. I don’t know why this is taking place, or why you were chosen, but it appears to be your only option. If you say no, I shoot you right here, right now and nobody will ever know. If you say yes, my friend here, will shoot you with a tranquilizer dart and you will be escorted to the departure zone. What do you say scum?”

Emilie
You wait in the metro wearing only what you planned on sleeping in and yet nobody came out to offer you a change of clothing. After about half an hour of solitude another man is dragged out into the metro, unconscious. This situation has progressively gotten more intriguing. You wait quietly in the metro, sitting on a bench you found until after a few minuted the man [John] awakes.

Michael
As you lay in a cell, trying to adjust to your surroundings, three men come walking into the hallway, these men are identical in about every way, they are the same height, same hair, all facial features corresponded. It seemed as if they were triplets. Perplexed you don’t say anything until one approaches you. After a long hesitation he asks, “Mr. Muller, do you know why we brought you here?”

 
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[Finally! I’m glad you’re back.]

Emilie

“Hey, are you alright?” I get up and walk over to the man, taking note of snipers above us. He still seemed a bit drowsy, so I decided to forgo any further questions until he decided to speak. The men that had dragged him in here were gone, but it wouldn’t have made a difference either way with the others watching us from above, waiting for one wrong move to get the chance to pull the trigger. I paced back and forth, waiting for someone else to come in or for us to finally be able to get on the move again.

 
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(Wait, I never realized this was up. Can I still start? o;)

 
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Yeah, you can. How about this, PM me and I will work you in.

 
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Daniel
Seething with rage, I grudgingly accept the offer. With a snarl, I muster the strength to rise from the ground. All in vain, of course, as my entire body goes numb and my vision goes black.