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| 29 Nov 2013 03:05 PM |
(IF YOU ARE NOT ZORROW, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER)
(THIS MEANS YOU)
(OK, I CAN, BUT NOT YOU, SO GET OUT)
You are currently sitting in a waiting room for 'the best virtual experience you will ever have!'. You recently entered a building housing a large, Virtual-reality arena. If you have enough money, you can purchase a holographic room that simulated whatever you may want. The technology is still in beta, and... Oh, why do you care.
You are currently wearing casual clothing, something that fits in painfully well in this juvenile place. You are wearing a black leather (Or rather, artificial leather ) jacket, With a grey shirt and a pair of tattered jeans that your boss probably found on a dead man.
You have one mission, and one mission only: To capture the changeling, dead or alive. After you have captured him and reported him using your PDA, you will be extracted. How you get him is not up to your boss, but up to you; You certainly want that prize... |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:11 PM |
I rhythmically tap my fingers on my lap as I continue waiting. It's at this point I remember that I'm 32-years-old and I'm in a virtual-reality place for the juvenile. Ah well, doesn't matter to me. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:13 PM |
After a few moments, a man in the store uniform approaches you.
"Please say you're not that guy who requested... THAT virtual reality last time." He says, his voice low and annoyed. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:16 PM |
I look up and closely examine the man, for anything I can use as an insult. I look at his hands for a tan-line from a wedding ring, so I can perhaps insult him for losing his wife to that more handsome fellow. I look at his physique to insult him about his weight. I look for any scars to insult him for his lack of scars if he doesn't have any. I'm basically scanning everything about him just to come up with an insult. If all else fails, I'll just insult his boring job.
"Please explain what THAT virtual reality is," I say to the man. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:19 PM |
Oh boy, you found a good one. He appears to be straining in his outfit; He is slightly obese. His hands have some sort of orange residue on them, and his hair is terribly unkempt. He all around looks like a disgusting blob of a man.
"We have children in here, I'm not explaining it." He says. He coughs a bit on the last line. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:21 PM |
| "Ah. So do you want me to complain to management and get you fired for withholding information and not properly tending to your customers, or do you want to try to lose some weight by doing that yourself?" I ask. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:22 PM |
He sighs.
He explains, in gruesome detail, what 'That' was.
(I hope you know what kind of 'virtual reality' I'm talking about, because I really don't want to filter pass my way through this...) |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:25 PM |
| (Nope. Filter pass your way through it and describe every bit in graphic detail for my amusement.) |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:30 PM |
(When a mommy and daddy love each other very much...)
"Now can you please just leave? You aren't even on our list to wait for anything, and there is a group coming." The man says. He tries to act remotely threatening. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:32 PM |
(Mmm.)
"What are you going to do if I don't leave, suffocate me under that thing you call a stomach?" |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:36 PM |
He pulls his PDA up to his mouth.
"Security to lobby, please." |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:38 PM |
I chuckle to myself. "You can't do anything about it yourself so you have to call more succesful people to do it for you. You're weak. Here's a tip, put the fork down,. You should also probably get some clothes that fit you," I say as I leave the lobby and head outside. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:42 PM |
You leave as security enters. They just look at you and shrug.
Across from the front door is an all-wooden building that reads 'Defend our Planet Headquarters'. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:43 PM |
| I head into the building and take a look around. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 03:46 PM |
You enter the building.
There is nobody at the head desk, so the building looks fairly empty. Posters dot the walls. You remember Save our World; It's an environmentalist group that is trying to stop Hyperfuel industries from creating cheap energy sources.
There is a single chair next to a potted plant in the corner. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:02 PM |
| I sit down on the chair and wait for someone to come to the desk. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:29 PM |
You wait.
You wait some more.
After about five minutes, someone exits the interior door. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:34 PM |
| I examine the person closely to see if they may be an employee here. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:38 PM |
A nametag reads ' Hello, my name is John Smith'. What a generic name.
He is a black, tall man with a nice looking suit. He looks important.
He takes a quick glance over at you. "Hello? What do you need? I'm sorry about Marco, he should be at work by now." |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:43 PM |
"He's the receptionist. He... Usually isn't late."
'John' sighs.
"So, er, why have you come to our headquarters? I work here." |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:46 PM |
| "Just wondering what you actually do here," I say. |
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| 29 Nov 2013 04:52 PM |
He lights up. "I think you will find our cause very just, and fair! We are trying to stop the terrible Hyperfuel Industries from releasing their latest product, a fuel that causes almost three times as much pollution as today's nuclear power!"
He scrambles over to the receptionist desk and pulls an array of flyers from under it. Oh, jeeze... |
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| 29 Nov 2013 05:10 PM |
| "I asked what you ACTUALLY do, not what you'd like to do," I say/ |
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| 29 Nov 2013 05:11 PM |
After a few minutes of you ignoring him, someone in eccentric clothing enters the building. "Marco, you're extremely late, what happened?"
He stares for a moment, and then says "I got caught in the bad part of town." |
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