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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 19:34:02 GMT -5
(Intro for societalFlame's character Reka.)
Man, you can't find your backpack anywhere! You've looked in your room, and it wasn't there. Time to check the closet.
You open the closet and... Oh no...
It's The Bad Man all over again...
You find yourself on a sprawling roof complex, surrounded by planes, be they crashed or somehow embedded in the buildings. All around you, you can hear a voice droning on.
"Good Evening.
This is your captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
There is no pilot.
You are not alone."
It can't be, but it's real...
You're back in Wonderland.
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Post by societalFlame on Feb 28, 2013 21:15:30 GMT -5
Oh no oh no oh no. I have to get home now, before something nasty shows up. I keep an eye out for falling planes and try to look for my closet door.
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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 21:18:17 GMT -5
You turn around to try and go through the closet door. It slams closed and dissapears. You're trapped.
"Hey, lady!"
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Post by societalFlame on Feb 28, 2013 21:34:20 GMT -5
I pat my side to make sure my pocketknife is still in my pant's pocket, then turn around to see who's talking.
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 1, 2013 11:25:30 GMT -5
It's still there, thank god. See if some weird old lady steals your skin this time...
You turn around and see... A bunch of little boys. They all can't be older than 10. They're dressed in a variety of outfits too, from all sorts of time periods.
"Lady! Don't you know you're in Roof Rat territory? You gotta pay the toll, or we're gonna beat you bad!"
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 1, 2013 14:56:19 GMT -5
Augh I don't have time to deal with little kids right now. I try to think of what boys would like that I might have on me. "What's the toll?"
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 1, 2013 16:28:32 GMT -5
"The toll is a super special assignment! We need you to go beat up some of those freakin' Paper Boys! Otherwise, we're getting our pet to beat the crap outta ya!"
As they say this, you could swear you could see a pair of... Yellow eyes...
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 1, 2013 17:54:09 GMT -5
I want to get away from here as quickly as possible. Away from these buildings, away from these children, away from those yellow eyes.
In any case, going to beat someone up is a good excuse for leaving. "Where are they?" I ask.
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 1, 2013 17:55:28 GMT -5
"They're somewhere, you'll see 'em. You can't miss them. Now go, Lady."
The yellow eyes close, and it's quite obvious you should leave now.
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 1, 2013 18:30:00 GMT -5
I skedaddle and start looking for a way down from the roofs. A fire escape would do nicely.
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 1, 2013 18:32:10 GMT -5
As you traverse the rooftops, you realize that it's a complete freaking mess. There are doors everywhere, and at least half of them are breathing. Eventually, you find a way down. As you descend the ladder, you realize you're in a familiar suburb... And there's a familiar old lady, sitting on a porch and knitting a scarf made of flesh...
[END OF REKA INTRO]
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