World Of Science [Game] page 4

John

yaawwwn I wake up and notice my surroundings. I was no longer in my cell but inside a futuristic looking metro station. That pill must of been a sedative. It did get rid of my headache though. I see another person standing around wearing pajamas. “What time is it?” I ask the person. “and why are you wearing pajamas?”

Emilie

“Oh, you’re awake… I’ve no idea what time it is, I was dragged out of my house in the middle of the night by police without warning, and now I’m here. I’m guessing it’s 5 or 6 in the morning, but don’t quote me on that. By the way, how did you end up in this situation? I mean, do you remember what happened before you were taken against your will?”

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[Taiboss, I am waiting for you in order to synchronize the plot]

Daniel
You awake into a futuristic metro station, however it appears that there are no trains or tracks, but rather a series of large monitors, computers and scanners. Also, snipers. Many marksmen are perched on upper decks aiming at you and two other people who are engaged in conversation, John, Emilie. Maybe you could learn more about the situation from talking to them.

Daniel
I growl quietly upon seeing the snipers, but my attention shifts to the two people in here with me. “They don’t look like guards,” I think. Then I notice that the man is the same one that I met earlier. “Hey,” I say while looking at the male, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re that guy from before, right?” I chuckle a little at the thought. Small world. “I guess they got you too th-” My address is cut short by the sudden realization that the other person is in her pajamas, I think. “Why-,” I point at her while speaking, “Are you wearing your jammies?!? Ain’t this some expedition thing or some crap like that?”

Emilie

What were these people doing before they were kidnapped, doesn’t anyone sleep early anymore?

“Well, like I was telling your friend here, I had gone to bed before the crooks showed up, followed by the cops who took me in instead of the rest of those idiots. I wasn’t expecting visitors that late at night, and honestly, if I knew I was going to end up here, I would have worn something a bit more presentable. It doesn’t matter now though, we don’t have much of a choice in the situation, so looking like this is the least of my worries, aside from being so damn cold.”

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John

I look toward the new voice and say “Hey you’re the guy from earlier that had the cleaver. How are you doing?”

Daniel
Quite frankly, I’m surprised you could even think about sleeping while all those rioters were running around." I present my amazement to her. I then proceed to turn and speak to the man, “Yep, ‘guy with the cleaver,’ I guess that’ll be my name for now.” I let out a dry chuckle before giving him a serious look, “No, my name is Daniel, or at least that’s the name on the I.D. in my wallet. I guess I’ve been doing as well as someone faced with Belarus or death could be.” My thoughts then rush back a bit in the conversation, I remember the girl saying it was cold… well, I haven’t felt cold lately, so I guess I’d might as well offer her my jacket. Executing that plan, I take off and hold out my jacket. “Here. You’d put it to better use than I could. Er… mind the bloodstain or two, I got caught up in a bit of a scuffle. By the way, what are your names anyway?”

(I edited this post for Jimbo because he requested so.)

Nicholas

Nicholas was dragged to a metro station by two tough-looking guards.

“Hey, tough guys, release me or I will unleash an arsenal of pain upon you both!” I bluffed, putting force into my words. I was pretty sure I couldn’t take on these guys alone with there big and bad guns. Despite that, they pushed me to the ground. I quickly got up and faced them. They looked at me with their dark masked faces, and I had the feeling they were amused. I turned around and saw three fellows in a group having a conversation, so I headed towards them. There was one female and two males. I realized that the female was wearing her… jammies… I pushed away the thought and went up to them. “Hey, guys, what’s up?” I asked them politely. "Any idea why we’re here and where we’re going?

Emilie

“Honestly, I was unaware of the riots until I woke up from a nightmare. I’m usually a heavy sleeper, so that doesn’t help my case.”

I grab the jacket and thank him, disregarding the blood stains.

“I’m Emilie, by the way.”

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Daniel
“Yeah…” I look down as I speak, “No problem. Pleased to meet you, Emilie.” I then notice the new addition to the landing dock and turn to speak to him, “How many people are they gonna lock up?” I ask angrily. I try to calm down a bit before continuing, “I don’t know about any of you, but I’m here as an alternative to a certain fate I would have met. All that is beside the point.” I take a long pause as my human brain has, for the first time since my revival, given me a thought. The realization of what I’ve done strikes me abruptly. “Oh no…” I say as a fall to my knees, “What have I done lately? I… remember… I’m not… I shouldn’t be ali-” Instantaneously, I feel a sharp pain, like electricity, flow through my body. I try to move, but cannot; it feels like each limb has fallen asleep. “Urk…” my throat locks on my next words, “He- hel-” I call out as I collapse, “H… help me…” I manage to mutter before something like static fills my vision.

John

“The heck happened to him?” I ask as I look down at Daniel who was now on the ground.

Emilie

“Hello stranger, join the group of—”

Before I was able to finish my sentence, Daniel drops to the ground. He seemed to be in terrible pain, and it looked like he couldn’t do much about it. In my head, I go through all the possible explanations for this, but nothing comes up.

“Someone must be doing this to him… Quickly, help me get him into a comfortable position.”

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Nicholas

One of the men had “greeted” me. I was about to respond, but the man fell to the ground, leaving one message: “Help me.”

“Hey, dude, you okay?” I asked him, but I doubted he would answer. “I’ll go get the guards.” Nicholas started running towards the guards. “Guards, one of the men over there fell to the ground! He needs medical attention immediately!” I yelled to the guards, a few feet away from them.

Daniel
I slowly manage to open my eyes again, seeing a medic and guard in front of me. I notice a worried-looking Emilie back a ways speaking with the mechanically-armed man. I try to speak, but no words can be made. Suddenly, I hear the medic say, “He has no pulse! Somebody get me a defib, stat!”
What?" I wonder, “No pulse? But how am I-” A jolt of electricity charges through my body. As it does so, I can feel a heavily beating heart in my chest. Everything gets blurry before my vision clears. For some reason, I can’t think of anything but murdering people. Ever so briefly, that mental voice speaks, “No, Daniel! Thou shalt not kill! You were not made for this purpose, you are-” But the voice cut out as I began standing, almost mechanically. “Master… I must… destroy…” I finally speak, but I can tell that it isn’t me doing the talking, “Everyone must die!”
“I don’t… want to…” I think, but everything appears to morph into hostiles, and all I can feel myself doing is try to attack the people in the area with me.

Nicholas

I turned around and saw the injured man attempting to stand, but while he was doing so he yelled something about destroying, and a master… and that everyone must die. The guards were backing away, readying their weapons. He suddenly bolted for one of the guards, pinning him on the ground and repeatedly punching him in various locations on his body. I ran to the guard and pushed the rogue off, then stood for half a second trying to comprehend what had just happened. He was on the ground, apparently injured, or even dead, but all of a sudden he stands up and starts spitting out that he must destroy and that everyone must die. What’s up with that? It’s completely out of the blue. Something must be wrong with him, or maybe someone is doing this to him… I looked up at the marksmen and realized they were getting their snipers ready. I waved my arms and tried to signal for them to stop aiming at him. “Maybe we can negotiate with him!” I yelled at them, hoping to get there attention. Despite my efforts, they had no regard for me. I saw the marksmen zone in on him, a second away from pulling that small trigger and releasing that bullet that would rip straight through his skull.

Emilie

“Daniel, don’t!”

I’m not sure how I reacted so quickly, but it almost happened in slow motion. One moment I was standing still, watching as the events unfolded before me, then the next I was sprinting towards Daniel to try to avoid an even bigger mess. Shortly upon contact, we both fell to the ground, just as a shot echoed throughout the entire station. It took me a second or two to gather myself, but when I snapped out of it, I was in a world of pain.

A bullet fired by one of those bastards had hit my left shoulder blade, rendering my arm useless if I tried to put pressure on it. I found out the hard way, and instead of trying to get up, I just laid on my right side feeling the blood trail down my back, soaking through the clothes it came in contact with. My body began to shake, most likely due to shock, and my breathing grew shallow. It took all the effort in the world to remain conscious, but when my vision blurred, I learned to accept the fact that this was probably it for me.

Bob McDonald
I take a nap while I wait for something to happen where I am.

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Daniel
Emilie knocks me to the floor as a loud booming noise occurs. When I open my eyes, I see her lying on the ground, grasping her shoulder in pain, and looking generally pitiful. What…? Was I…?
“NO!” I shout in an otherworldly voice. I quickly curl my hand into a fist, punch straight through my chest and tear my H.E.A.R.T. out. I take a few gasps of air before tossing the ungodly vessel aside and kneeling next to the fallen girl. “What have I done?” I ask myself as tears begin to fall, “Was this all because of that- that THING?!?” I point to the shattered fragments of the H.E.A.R.T. briefly, then steel myself for what must come next. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I reach into the jacket I gave the girl and remove the hidden blade I concealed within. I call for the bionically armed man to assist while I carefully remove the bullet with my knife. I then take a deep breath as I cut off a clean part of the jacket and bandage the wound with it. “It is finished,” I say with equal parts sadness and relief, “I… wouldn’t blame you all… if you don’t forgive me. I am so sorry for this though. I really am.” I sit vigilantly next to the fallen Emilie, determined to keep watch over her until she either comes to or my body gives out whilst missing a heart.

[Bump.]

[I was waiting for Jimbo to move us along, but I guess one short post won’t hurt.]

Emilie

“Are we still in the station?”

My own voice was barely recognizable, but maybe it was the tenacious pain clouding my judgement. Daniel sat to my right, his face holding a determined demeanor that led me to believe he wasn’t hurt, not in a life-threatening way at least. The good news was that he didn’t have his brains blown off. The bad news? Well, the bad news isn’t so bad really, just a good ol’ flesh wound on top of what felt like a shattered bone. As with a lot of things in life, that would heal with time. What mattered now is that to my knowledge, no one was dead.

[This furthers my scientific study on threads that I post on. Hypothetically, threads die shortly after I post on them. This is the fifth test thread and has, so far, concluded in yet another death. This is probably on its way to locking if the OP doesn’t get it together.]

My apologies, you all deserve am apology from me. I was in contact with two people who claimed they would sign, one of which was going to have an antagonistic role and was quintessential to the story, so I was trying to delay the plot. I check back one day, and there was a shitstorm of events created by your boredom from my lack of updating. I was unsure as of how to respond, but I finally had a typed up response that would serve as an update that could gradually forward the plot as well as serve as a solution to cleverly render said shitstorm null.

Sadly, prior to hitting submit, my laptop died. Needless to say, I succumbed to a fit of rage and was disgusted by the sight of this thread. I have now decided to sever my original plans and I will continue the plot but first I need to know who still wishes to continue. Private message me if you want to continue and if enough people wish to do so, then I shall.