Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1545452" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 054“Traps & Treachery”“This is just f***ing wonderful.” Bemoans Megamania as he scales over a wall of debris.  He is ever alert for trouble since this wall was not made by accident.  There used to be guardians here.  Every sense is alert and he tries to second-guess every possible event but finds he can not.  He knows little of psionic traps and nothing about magic ones.  He had been warned to watch for runes and gems that look out of place.  These were items or symbols that held the powers in check and were thus the trigger items.He had discovered one rune trap that required assistance by both Jean and Christina to disarm.  The runes were designed to release destructive energy in a very violent way.  A bomb in his “modern” terms.  Maybe the various worlds were not so different after all.Then he encountered his first guard.  It was a large smelly creature covered with hair with large bat-like ears.  He beat it easily.  Some laws of the universe are the same.  Humanoids seemed to have very similar inner workings.  A few well placed shots to sensitive yet important organs and the beast went down.  Vander referred to it as a bugbear.  The bear part he understood but bug as a descriptor?These creatures had a small encampment in a ruined four-story building nearby.  Rather than disturb them, they simply went around it.  They were here to find the artifact, not play The World Below.  The World Below.  It both amused and sickened the Rogue from a tech based world.  It reminded him of a movie he saw once.  California’s governor wannabe was in it.  He fought crazed and sick “warriors” to the public whom with the proper spin were indeed heroes of a sort.  To think- this really existed.  Was Stephen King a dimensional traveler?  If so- what other worlds he depicted in his books existed?  The Stand?  The Stand.  Ultimate good vs Evil.  He was that.  He was a warrior for a god and didn’t believe it.  He was destined to face and defeat Randal Flagg, the Walking Man, The Darkman, The man with no face.  What did that make him?  He was a murderer, a thief, anything but a virgin.  All of these sins he did for the greater good.  At least this is what he was taught by the US Government.  He was………huh?!?!He froze as he felt a presence.  It was in his mind.  It was familiar.  Enough of thinking of  how and where he fit within this world.Memories surfaced.  Unwanted memories.  Theta …Malign and the Turbulent…. Lord Dextor….Count Blood…..all of them.Then it is gone.  A rage begins to build.  One he has learned is instinctional and when it surfaces is for a good reason.  Something like a survival instinct.  Someone just violated him …raped his brain …looking for memories …thoughts …secrets?Slowly he stops moving forward and inches back towards the others.  Something is wrong.  Something is horribly wrong.  He then sees the Captain moving slowly and carefully …alone.“What happened?”The Captain places a finger to his lips then makes a circling motion stopped abruptly with a closing of his fist.  Something is wrong.The Captain moves quickly and silently to his right.  Then comes Vander.  “We are under attack by a doppelganger!”Jim begins to react then his anger stops.  Vander, in full plate armor, makes no sound.  “Lead on big guy” Megamania says hoping to bluff his possible discovery.  Vander climbs up a wall of a burned out building.  He pauses with his mighty falchion waving before him.  Ready to strike.  Megamania climbs easily after him.  He stares at the falchion.  It is not singing in his mind.  This confirms it.“Yes it does my pretty, pretty, pretty boy toy.”  Vander’s large armored form softens and shrinks.  A black haired, blue skinned woman dressed in red leather armor stands before him.    “Only you and Christina guessed the truth.  Christina only because of her dead mother’s aid.  I have come to respect your team Jim Addards.  You especially.  You are a survivor.  You can tap into inner warrior whenever you need to but not become trapped there like Vander.  You appreciate life like Jean.  You see its wonder and awe like Christina.  You understand honor and duty like Roger Stevens.  However you chose not to be a follower.  I respect that.  I was sent here to retrieve the very item you seek.  Also to kill your party if I can.  In spirit of the game reality we are guests within, I will not do this.  Instead-  I will allow the game to consume and destroy you instead.  Goodbye.”“huh?”Suddenly the burned wall gives way.  Megamania, aka Jim Addards, falls with it.  He tries to grab at anything he can but can not.  He falls into a darkened area.  A deep pit.  A    very    deep   pit.Alone now, Jarella stands at the edge of the deep pit.  She knows she can not care.  It is against her moral code and the code of the assassin.  But this one…  so small…so lost…was special.  He was unique.  She closes her eyes tight until the sight of his falling body leaves her mind then moves on.</blockquote>

Verification