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| 02 Feb 2013 07:43 PM |
| You deftly clutch a random card, unsure of yourself. Do you really need this card? Is this really the best idea? You still take it, as unsure as you might be. "Hah. What a fool you are." The voice rings out, like a blast from a shotgun. The three other cards are replaced with a short skirt, some heels, and a very showing shirt. "What a fool... what a poor fool. You are simply pitiful... you aren't worth what you are." The voice rings out again, until you hear a thunk. "Sorry, mam. King isn't the best choice for you, and I'm afraid we'll have to ask you pick again. Joker, 42, Ace, or the Queen. Very sorry." The clothing disappears and it replaced with the cards. Odd. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:48 PM |
| I sigh and reach for the Queen. My hand takes hold of it and I pull it back. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:51 PM |
"Excellent choice." You find a nice school-looking skirt, and a button up blouse in exchange for the Joker and the Ace. Then, slowly, and eventually looking a bit off centered comes two shoes. You can't honestly describe them, other than they are sort of like heels and athletic shoes combined. "Please put on the clothes and enjoy yourself for a minute while we process all this."
"You are a Queen, a Queen of the future. A Queen of tomorrow. A Queen of the future. A Queen has never ruled, has never ruled, and has only been used as toys. But maybe you are different? Maybe you are that percent?... Yeah, right." |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:54 PM |
I give a slight grin to my choice. This looks nice. I slip on the clothes. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:55 PM |
| You put on the clothes, and then a voice cries out, the same man who gave you the second option of cards. "Processing details, done." A package drops to the ground, and a door slides open. Oh, and a ladder falls from the ceiling, as it opens up. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:56 PM |
| I bend down to pick up the package. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:00 PM |
| You see a snow globe of something so familiar, yet so unfamiliar. It looks to be a single I, and a R.. and the other is covered in snow, so thickly covered in snow you can't see it. On the ground is poor towns, and what looks to be a huge crater in the ground. Pushing that to the side, you see a single envelope, and under that is a flattened gas mask. And just to be sure, at the bottom of the box, is the word 'FREEDOM.' |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:04 PM |
| It's strange, you find you can't open it. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:05 PM |
| I shrug andclose the package, taking it with me as I climb the ladder. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:07 PM |
You climb the ladder, and you are blinded by a sudden flash of light. "Welcome. To. Insanity. Hiyahh!" A voice calls out, near. The light is almost blinding, but you realize it's sand... sand everywhere. Dust swirls by, and several dunes lay to the right and left. The figure could be hiding behind either.
[I might as well tell you this now. You can either continue on with the main quest by going back down, or you can figure out what happened and who you are by continuing on. However, you will lose everything except for the clothes. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:09 PM |
| [Hm... Which way is best?] |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:12 PM |
| [Really not my choice. On one side, you get to see why you were there, but you don't get to see the real ending. On the other, you get to jump from thing to thing, and never truly know what happened. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:13 PM |
| [Hm.... I'll have the one where I go from thing to thing.] |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:15 PM |
| You climb back down to the room. You decided that going up isn't a good thing. And it almost seems as once you touch the ground, the ladder is cut, and the ceiling closes. You only have the door and the box. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:18 PM |
| "Alright, then. Lets go through the door." I say, opening the door whilst stepping out onto it's contents. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:19 PM |
| It's a plain hallway, with two doors. Right or left. Left or right. Neither, or both? Either or quite rather the one behind? You are the Queen, this is your chance to break out of tomorrow. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:20 PM |
Hm. Left has a seemingly strong pull for me, but right seems like it's the correct way... I chose right. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:23 PM |
| You enter the room, and see two bodies on the ground. One is killed with a knife, the other is killed with an arrow. There is a table with food at the back, a simple scoop of ice cream and about twenty five fries, giving a rough estimate. Odd. You really don't care much about the food, but you only wonder what those bodies are. So odd how minor problems distract. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:24 PM |
| I go investigate the bodies. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:26 PM |
| One is a familiar looking male, with a mohawk in the front of his hair, and the rest of it [not the mohawk part] is pleated to the rigth and left. He wears a simple brown jacket, and a torn pair of bluejeans. There is a bulge in his right pocket. The other one is more of a female like girl, with a very girlish blouse going all the way to the knees. She has blond hair, and the dress pretty much covers her whole body with about seven inches of fat around her. She has the knife in the head, just so you know. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:29 PM |
| I take the item out of the man's pocket. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:32 PM |
You find a letter.
"Dear Amy,
I wish I could write to you, about what happened. Where you are. Where you had gone. But, I was taken. I write this note out of pure insanity. We all agreed, for your survival. The town of forty reduced to ten survivors. I can only pray that you are one of them. I wish you good luck on whatever path of hell they take you down, if you don't end up like me. A coward, a pathetic coward who couldn't even save his lover...
-*smudged*" |
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