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[ArcNitemare]

>Greg:Quick,Dodge!

You quickly SCHERZO STEP out of the way as the creature almost hits you,and you find yourself behind the creature.In that moment,all of the days events go through your mind.The meteors,the IMPS destroying your BOOKS,the OGRE who nearly killed you,Chas attacking you,your encounter with Jack,and it all hits you.Hits you like a truck.Bringing along with it all of the frustration you felt.

And the anger.Your eyes seem to burn with rage as your FURY meter maxes out.

If this creature does not want peace,then so be it.It will get only war.

You raise your STEEL KATANA and call out I tried to be nice.I wanted to help you.But no,all you want to do is harm and kill.Well so be it then.Understand that now...now you face the wrath of the Knigtht of Space!

You slice at the creature with all of your FURY behind it,followed by a LEGATO SLASH.

 

[Pappytech]

>Chas: The guard seems to hesitate for a bit, and mutters something about security. However, he eventually grabs you by the shoulder, and steers you inside the building.

You walk along in silence for a long while, drawing closer and closer to the figure as you navigate a maze of hallways and stairs. Eventually, you enter what must be an enormous room, judging by the echoes your footsteps produce. The figure, still a ways away from you, glances your direction, and stands up.

You hear a powerful, yet kind voice asking you if you're alright.

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Spoiler: The Name of Blasphemy

You're not exactly sure what attack that was, but it sure as hell wasn't a LEGATO SLASH. Black flames pour from your blade, dancing through the air and consuming the beast before you.

The monster screams as its fur and flesh are charred by the dark fires, and begins instinctively rolling around on the ground, tearing up more tiles and the dirt beneath it.

Your STEEL KATANA is smoking, but otherwise unharmed, and you feel better than you've ever felt in your life, adrenaline coursing through your veins and power pulsing throughout your body.

 

[Connor Lonske]

>go, chill man.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. You sit at the dinning table in the kitchen and drink some water. You start thinking about all the shit that has happened. It's driving you insane.

But what worries you more is what's gonna happen. Shit shit shit.

You attempt to pester Greg.

Spoiler: Pesterlog

[12:23] -- backroomSix [BS] began pestering ghostKnight [GK] at 00:23 --
[12:23] BS: holly shit greg
[12:24] BS: i've just used my powers...
[12:24] GK: Now..is not...a good..time Connor....
[12:24] BS: but, it's important
[12:24] GK: Fine..but it better be supper important..
[12:25] BS: OK
[12:25] BS: my
[12:25] BS: powers
[12:25] BS: let me see the future
[12:25] BS: and holly shit
[12:25] BS: i had no idea what to make of it
[12:27] GK: Connor..can't this wait?....I am not exactly up to talking right now...
[12:27] BS: fine, contack me soon
[12:27] BS: i'll write down what happenede
[12:28] GK: Very well
[12:28] BS: what is your problem, btw?
[12:28] GK: Connor..no...if I start talking I am going to probably yell at you and right now I don't feel like yelling at a friend..
[12:29] BS: fine
[12:29] BS: i'll talk to you later
[12:29] GK: So I think it would be better if I just stop talking,calm down and talk to you later..
[12:29] -- ghostKnight [GK] ceased pestering backroomSix [BS] at 00:29 --

 

[ArcNitemare]

>Greg:Finish the fight

You just stand there,listening to the creature howling in pain,a grin of malice spread across your face.You can feel the power dancing inside you,and its like nothing you have ever felt before.A feeling of raw power,unmatched by anything.You could do ANYTHING!You could be ANYTHING!

But first...time to deal with the little pest in front of you.Once and for all!

You jump toward the creature,dodging its mad flails,and when you get into a position near its skull,you stab your sword into its skull.

 

[Pappytech]

>Connor: Presumably you sit down at your computer and start typing up what you can recall from your various visions. Or, some other equivalent action involving pen and paper perhaps. YOU'RE RECORDING THE STUFF, THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS.

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>Chas: The figure approaches you. As it grows closer, you're able to make out more and more detail, finally getting a good look at the White Queen, ruler of Prospit.

...You get the feeling that she'd be a VERY bad person to annoy, and that cursing around her will likely not earn her sympathy for your sightless plight.

She tells you that your eyes are perfectly intact. Can you not see?

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>Greg:

Tick.
As you approach the monster, the flames covering it begin to lessen, and disperse. However, their damage has already been done, and you're greeted by the acrid scent of charred flesh as you draw near.

Tock.
By this point, your opponent has effectively stopped moving, the pain from its burns forcing it to remain still. It attempts to move as you get closer, but whines in agony and grows still.

Tick.
With little effort, you're able to leap on top of the beast, positioning yourself at the nape of its neck. Your weight elicits groans of pain from the creature, but no other reaction.

Tock.
Your STEEL KATANA has finally cooled; steam no longer pours from its blade. As sharp and lethal as the moment you found it in your MOTHER'S room, you're struck by how deadly it really is.

Tick.
You stab downward.
Tick.
A spray of black blood greets your weapon.
Tick.
The warm, sticky substance coats your blade and splatters across your clothes. It'll probably leave some nasty stains.

Tock.
The creature soon explodes into a windfall of Grist, nearly drowning you in its plenitude. Luckily, you've got more than enough room to store it all.

Tick.
A circular stone in the center of the chamber suddenly slides away, a PEDESTAL emerging from somewhere beneath it. It looks like there's a book laying on it.

Level up! Level 26 Rubik's Compatriot. +35 BOONBUCKS.

Spoiler: OOC

Yeah, that's going to become a recurring motif now. AND IT'S ALL CONNOR'S FAULT.

And silly level title is silly. I blame Hussie.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

>Xavier: Feel glad that you took mercy upon a poor soul
Your ETIQUETTE MONSTRANCE dictated so.

>Xavier: Fly up to that hole with reckless disregard for the safety of you or C-Diddy
FUCK YEAH.

 

[ArcNitemare]

>Greg:Revel in your kill

You cackle maliciously as you watch the creature explode into GRIST,which you collect.Pathetic.You had hoped for a challenge.

You turn your head as you hear a sliding noise and see a PEDESTAL near the center of the ROOM now,with what looks like a book lying on top of it.

You walk over to the book and run your hand over the cover.As you so,the FURY in you seems to just burn away,and with it a horrible realization of what you just did.

You stand there for what feels like hours,but was probably no more then a few minutes,utter horror spread across your face.And it isn't helped when you look at your hands and shirt and see that you are covered in the creatures blood.

Your breathing becomes ragged,your eyes going wide.And in a second,you break down.You chuck the KATANA away and drop to the ground,curling up into a ball at the base of the PEDESTAL and start to cry.

 

[Connor Lonske]

>Connor: Finish writing all this shit on your Omni Tool.

Done and done. Man, writing always makes you feel betters somehow. You save the txt on your futuristic computer and go look to Shepard Pie if she can make any sense of it.

Spoiler: Pappy

Sprite log?

 

[Pappytech]

>Chas: WQ says that it's nice to meet you too.

It is not very often that Skaia will force a Hero to peer into the depths of his soul. Are you suffering from some kind of inner-turmoil? Perhaps come conflict is bothering you? What is the matter?

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>Xavier: You disregard that safety like a boss. Or a bawss.

Regardless of spelling, you and C-Diddy find yourselves on the third floor, with a closed door heading EAST and I just realized that putting enemies/puzzles here is only really going to slow things down pointlessly so let's just skip to the end.

The door slides open after you dispatch a cadre of IMPS, and you head into the next room, to be greeted by a massive door with a large keyhole in its center. An ancient script covers the door, as well as carvings and symbols of birds and other creatures.

In the center is a strange green symbol.

Spoiler: Symbol

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>Greg:

I say, good sir, you certainly showed that devil who was boss, eh?

There's a voice now. In your head. Great.

Come on now, cheer up! You vanquished the beast, got your prize, and saved the day!

===>Greg: Cheer up!

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>Connor:

Spoiler: Show Spritelog

-- shepardPie [SP] began pestering backroomSix [BS] at 17:54 --
SP: Oh, hey Connor.
BS: Oh, hey shepard!
BS: OK, I put on my glasses of mind and stuff
BS: and, holly shit it was trippy
SP: Really? How so?
BS: I wrote down everything I could see
BS: Here, look at it
-- backroomSix [BS] shows you the txt on my omni tool --
SP: ...You really need to work on your spelling.
BS: ...
SP: Otherwise, Wow. This stuff looks CRAZY!
BS: Yes, very crazy
SP: So, what're you goint to do about?
BS: I don't know
BS: I think Chas is gonna go crazy
SP: I thought he already was?
BS: Like, maybe muderous crazy
BS: but that's just a hunch
BS: Also, alot of people dieing
SP: Ah.
BS: Inculiding Xaiver's adopted dad
BS: I, don't know if I should tell him...
SP: Well, of course it's up to you.
BS: I think, I think the one drawing in the destert, may of been my dad
BS: But I dont know
BS: I didn't get a good look at him
SP: Does he like painting?
BS: Um, yes
SP: Oooh. Neat!
SP: Is he any good?
BS: I didn't see what it was, he just started
SP: Huh.
BS: Also, I fall into a whirl pool
SP: Yep, looks like it!
BS: I think I better be careful if that is gonna happy
BS: *happen
BS: maybe I can stop it
BS: now that I predicted it
SP: Well of course you can!
BS: Really?
SP: Time can be rewritten.
SP: The future is not set in stone.
BS: Hmmm, that's really awesome
BS: I bet if I could get control of my power, I could probly info Greg if jack betrays him
BS: If only I found out when I put on the glasses
SP: So, you saw all of this while wearing the glasses? Was there any rhyme or reason to it?
BS: A tickiing and tocking
BS: Like a clock
BS: Which is ironic
SP: ...
BS: Another conection to the midnight crew MSPA
SP: Well, that's not good.
SP: That's very, VERY not good.
BS: How so?
SP: Was there any pattern to the ticking?
BS: It was constant, and just ticking and tocking right after itself
BS: Like a grandfather clock
SP: (Hey, I'll be right back.)
BS: (OK)
SP: (Give me, like, two minutes.)
BS: (No problem)
SP: (Back)
BS: (Cool)
SP: Ok, just tick, tock?
SP: That should be fine then.
BS: Why, if it were something else, what would be bad about it?
SP: No reason.
-- backroomSix [BS] can easly tell she's bullshiting --
-- backroomSix [BS] does the comander shepard crossed arms thing --
-- shepardPie [SP] Whistles innocently --
BS: Are you bound by the game not to tell me, or is it your pony atributes that's keeping this from me?
SP: Well, there's no point in causing panic over something that won't happen.
BS: I didn't panic when I put on the glasses
BS: Most people would of
BS: It was pretty fucking scary
BS: And I didn't freak
BS: Now please tell me
SP: No.
BS: Let me guess, it's something to do with the session failing?
BS: Some kind of time based isssues
SP: There's nothing to worry about, there's no need for me to put unneeded thoughts in your head.
SP: And, no, nothing like that.
BS: Whatever
BS: You'll tell me if I do put on the glasses again and hear it, right?
BS: NOt that I'm putting them back on any time soon
SP: Look, ticking and tocking is fine.
BS: Fine then
SP: If that's all you heard, then everything's fine.
BS: Anything else you figure about this information?
SP: Um...
BS: What's that slick thingie I wrote down about hearing?
SP: Bilious Slick?
BS: yes, that thing
BS: I couldn't figure out how to spell the first word in it's name
SP: Hmm, I think I've heard that before... it's something they say on Derse.
SP: That's all I can really remember.
-- backroomSix [BS] does the shepard arms cross thing --
SP: What? I don't know EVERYTHING. Just most things.
BS: How do you even know anything about derse?
SP: I'm kind of a Sprite.
SP: It's my thing.
BS: As in
BS: How do you know what they say on derse?
BS: Spificly
BS: the words bilious slick
SP: Um... Oh, look at the time! I need to go, uh, do stuff.
SP: Outside.
SP: Right now.
SP: Bye.
BS: meh
-- backroomSix [BS] ceased pestering shepardPie [SP] at 18:16 --

SHEPARDPIESPRITE flies off, leaving you alone.

 

[ArcNitemare]

>Greg:Cheer up

You rub your,now sore,eyes and stand up.Despite what the voice says you don't feel like you saved the day.

You shake your head clear,or try to anyway.The thought of what you did still haunts you.But every fiber of your being tells you that now is NOT the time for this.You drag yourself over to the book sitting on the PEDESTAL and look at it.

You could really use something to take your mind off of what just happened.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

>Xavier: Make mince-meat out imps
You a deliver a flurry of SLASHES like the aforementioned DELIVERYMAN OF SLASH (*CoughcoughPOSSIBLETITLENAMEcough*).

>Xavier: Jam the boss key in the keyhole

 

[Pappytech]

>Dirk:

Spoiler: OOC

I just remembered that I forgot to post this. Sorry about that, my bad.

Spoiler: Show Spritelog

KS: You ready?
SS: =]=> Yep. Got the thing right here.
KS: Alright then!
SS: =]=> Let's do this. Quickly, before I flip the fuck out and retract my hand.
KS: Now, I should probably mention that this is going to hurt.
KS: A lot.
SS: =]=> Yeah.
SS: =]=> I know.
KS: If you have something to bite on, it'd probably be a good idea.
SS: =]=> But it's for the good of the others.
SS: =]=> Beta-me, give me that cloak to bite on.
KS: That'll do, yeah.
SS: =]=> OK, go. *gnnnr*
KS: Now, just to confirm:
SS: =]=> Hm?
KS: After I cut off your hand, you want me to attach that metal one?
KS: Simple as that?
SS: =]=> Yes, simple as that. So long as it works as a replacement for my old hand, it is good.
KS: Well, alright then. Nothing the mighty Kamina can't handle!
KS: So, you ready?
SS: =]=> Phew. Yeah, I'm ready. *lays hand on table*
KS: Oh, Dirk:
KS: LET'S SEE YOU GRIT THOSE TEETH!!!!!!

KAMINASPRITE's blade slices through your wrist quickly and cleanly, severing your hand without any problems. Except for, of course, the excruciating pain. Man, who knew that slicing through your nerves would hurt so much?

The taste of cloth in your mouth becomes quite noticeable as your muffled scream tears through the cloak being torn between your teeth. Yeah, it's probably a good thing you stuck that in there; you may have bitten your tongue off without it.

Moving on: KAMINASPRITE engulfs the FULLMETAL'S LEFT HAND with some glowing red energy, levitating it over to your stump of a wrist. Another flash of light and burst of pain later, and you've got yourself a shiny new hand!

Also, you kind of feel like passing out from the pain. There's quite a lot of it.

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>Chas: Well, what do you intend to do about that then?

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>Greg: You got the GENETIC LIBRETTO! It's just page after page of what appears to be DNA or RNA strands. Seriously, there's like a hundred pages with nothing but genetic code. Except for the last page, which seems to have some weird psalm written on it. (Which will be posted later. Because finals suck.)

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>Xavier: The BOSS DOOR ominously slides open, revealing a massive chamber beyond. What's in the chamber is probably epic, and will likely be described in much better detail in a few hours.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Spoiler: Warning! Spoilers!

So, Jack Noir, the Jack Noir, destroyer of 17 planets, one universe (technically two, but I'm not counting it), countless Prospitians and Dersites, beloved family members, a derpish boy, a snarky girl, a cool kid, a nice girl (counting it), and his own subordinate for killing the nice girl has FALLEN IN LOVE WITH PM!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

 

[SamuelT]

Who best to love than the spitting image of yourself?

 

[Pappytech]

You know what they say. Opposites attract. Also, new Escapist format: Too much white. Feels like I'm staring at an Apple product or something...

And no, don't expect any updates today, because I somehow managed to screw up my classes enough that my entire GPA depends on the two finals I have tomorrow.

Fuck finals. Seriously. They suck. Why are they a thing?

 

[MetroidNut]

HA, YOU PITIFUL FOOLS AND YOUR FINALS. MY HARD CLASS DOESN'T HAVE ONE, IT HAS A PROJECT INSTEAD.

And the project is like a final, but twice as easy and eighteen times as time-consuming. Urgh.

Also, CJ, is there any time we could do a Rich-FutureDirk1 pesterlog? We never seem to be on at the same time. (If finals are a problem for you, as well, please note that IRL shit takes precedence and I am in no rush.)