gwebster2
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| 20 Nov 2015 10:02 PM |
The wind threatened to rip the cloak from your metallic grasp. The trees whistles and ruffled furiously, almost seeming to bend from the pressure of the wind. It howled, creatures and animals scampered to find shelter.
The wind shifted.
It was blowing at your back. Urging you in a direction. The bushes and weak trunked trees bent to the winds will, seeming to point you forward. The wind followed an almost invisible foot-path, covered with plant-life. It was furious, snapping branches off of trees.
"Who am Iiiii!?" A voice could be heard shouting, carried away by the wind like a stray kite.
You come to a stair-case the delves deep into the earth, creating it's own tunnel. It leads to a wooden door that is shaking on it's hinges, threatening to snap off. All roads lead to Rome, it seems. Everything pointed to this door.
The only thing left to do was to take the steps.
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| 20 Nov 2015 11:17 PM |
The robot slowly takes each step. Making sure not a single sound was heard except the whirring of their parts. Hesitation fills the robot's consciousness, "What if this kills me?" but the robot wills it away. Words fill the mind of this poor robot, these words are of hesitation and fear.
The robot slowly tries to open the door. "Survival is key". That phrase bounced through their head. But the robot rebelled. It had froze up before, but never again. The words sprung up in the robots head for the hundredth time.
"I will find answers here." |
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gwebster2
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| 20 Nov 2015 11:21 PM |
An ancient message is scrawled into the wooden door, crudely, seemingly with a knife. The shapes of letters carved into the ancient door. A message. You read it, even as the door seems to bounce off of it's hinges.
"piss off"
The answers of life.
The heavy iron handle remains steadfast on the right side of the door.
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| 20 Nov 2015 11:40 PM |
| The robot looks inside carefully. Scanning the area for any signs of traps, pressure plates or any other manner of trickery. This robot wasn't going to be tricked by lowly traps like those. |
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gwebster2
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| 20 Nov 2015 11:45 PM |
The wind makes a huge gust as you open the door and you are thrust inside. The door slams behind you and skid along what looks like a well-polished wooden floor. You push off the ground and look up.
The ceiling stretches high above your head, with paintings all in a row that stretch from the floor to the ceiling. Each painting is about six feet tall and feature a life-size portrait of some act of heroism.
A strange, mysterious and almost jazz-like tune echoes throughout the hall. It's worrying and calming at the same time.
The room is lit by orbs mounted on the wall, giving the place an orange composure. On the far end of the hall is what appears to be some sort of counter for a bar, or tavern. You can make out drinks on shelves, a mirror reflecting the entire room (and you), and stools to sit on. Besides the paintings, it's the only other thing in the large hall. |
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| 21 Nov 2015 02:28 AM |
| Be brutal in investigating this place. Smash the mirror with a stool, grab a piece and start slicing up the paintings. Obviously answers are hidden here and this robot is going to get them. Whether the owner wants it or not. |
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| 21 Nov 2015 02:32 PM |
You pick up a stool, and prepare to smash the mirror over the counter. Suddenly, a form appears between the flying stool and the mirror. The stool collides with the form and it falls over.
"OW! WH-WHAT'S GOIN' ON!?" A pale-hand grabs onto the counter and pulls itself up. It's not a pale hand, but a bone hand. Bone-white. The form is a skeletal human with a big permanent grin plastered on it's face. Despite this, his stance makes him seem angry.
"You can't just come-en 'ere and wreck up my bar! This is the Hall o' Heroes! This is an outrage!" |
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| 21 Nov 2015 11:25 PM |
| The robot will be shrewd in investigation. "Who are you? Wait I don't care. Tell me where I can find my creator or else," the robot said. The robot does a cut-throat motion as it said this. It really wanted answers. |
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| 22 Nov 2015 12:00 PM |
"You oneathem aw-taw-mo-tawns?" The skeletal bartender said.
"Mmm...I wonder if they'll be 'appy with you..." He shrugged.
"Just stay right 'ere, don't touch anythin', I gotcha, just stay- right- there. I'll be back..." The skeleton disappeared back underneath the counter. He popped back up shortly thereafter.
"'N don't look too closely at the paintin's, actually. Just...just stay there, and I'll find your creator. I-I know him, and I need to get my...book," Gone again.
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| 23 Nov 2015 01:24 AM |
| Smash the mirror with a stool and grab a piece. Examine all the paintings and if there is nothing special, SLICE IT BRUTALLY WITH THE MIRROR SHARD. |
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