How do we know that this is true? Joachim thought. However, as soon as he did, his voice blasted out, as if he were speaking. "I am Joachim Sandberg. I'm a firefighter, I'm a community hero. If you're going to kill me, well then I suppose that you'll do it knowing that you've killed a hero. If you're going to kill me, you come to me and we do battle like heroes. Look me up in a phonebook; I'm the only one who is in five minutes away from a fire station."
Joachim had no idea where that came from. It just happened. He was never this poetic, he never could say these things about heroics! The hell was happening?
Bianca says nothing, but scans everyone else in the hall, noting their facial expressions, builds, and anything else that may be of importance. She rolls her eyes at the fireman; he's pretty cocky. Sure, firemen are important parts of society, but the excessive blowing of one's own trumpet is... excessive.
Search and destroy. Kill without being killed. And inherit the throne of God.
She bites the inside of her cheek. Strangely enough, she isn't shocked. As a matter of fact, she thinks that some plots are already forming in her mind.... She blinks and tilts her head to one side. Is she that horrible of a person?
Is there anything wrong with being a horrible person if it means survival?
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!"Ha!" Eric Meyer, the newly-christened Fifth, barked out a laugh from his platform across the way, "I like your style, First!" Knowing his own visage must be obscured as well, he took a moment to make a show of sweeping his gaze over the other contestants. "Oi, Muru Muru, let Deus know I want a word with him when he's got a minute, alright? Thanks. You all have a good day, now! I'll be... in touch." With a smirk, the ponytailed hacker faded out of view in the Hall of Causality, departing for the 'real' world.
edited 19th Jan '12 9:18:39 PM by darksidevoid
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.And just like that, there was a small rap-a-tap-tap on Eric's front door. Followed by another rap-a-tap. And another. And another, all in quick, seemingly impatient succession.
The knocker, a young model-turned-postal worker with long hair the color of ketchup and strawberries (not a tasty combo), straightened her uniform, balancing her package while straightening her tie and adjusting the buttons on her shirt with the other. When the door finally opened, she gave your typical corny postal worker smile and announced, "I've got a package here for a Mr. Eric Meyer."
edited 20th Jan '12 9:44:53 AM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialBianca waits for the other people to react so she can figure out what she can from them, but she notes the actions of the second person to speak. He, too, seems rather cocky. And a teeny bit insane. Juuuust a teeny bit.
Actually, no. If the diaries can tell the future, she'll probably be able to learn enough from hers. Whatever it is.
She fades away and opens her eyes. She's at an upscale hotel. Yawning, she checks the time and calls for room service, wondering what she should do next. Other than answer more texts from her brother demanding to know what she's planning to do today. She taps out some vague replies and settles back in the warm sheets, waiting for the waffles and hot chocolate to arrive.
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!That'd be me, yep," Eric beamed. Unlike many other situations in which he was forced to interact with other people, he was always genuinely happy to see Postal Service employees, because their presence usually meant that they had something for him. "Sorry if I took too long to answer; I was pretty preoccupied with my work. You need me to sign anything?"
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire."No, no, it's no problem at all." The girl with the firetruck hair slid a small clipboard out from underneath the package and offered it to Eric. "Alright, just sign right here, Fifth."
edited 20th Jan '12 2:05:00 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"Right you are..." the goateed man nodded, scrawling his signature on the proper line. As he finished, however, he looked up with a small frown. "Sorry, but did I hear you say 'Fifth' just now?"
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.The postal girl smirked like the devil, blue eyes gleaming. For clarity's sake, she spoke again, to cement the reality in his mind. You called for me, Eric?
Without waiting for invitation, she walked right on in, setting the package on the kitchen table. "Really careless of you Eric, just trusting the first pretty face to come knocking at your door. Then again, I suppose I can't go about badmouthing you after Mr. Joachim "I'm a hero" Sandberg's little display. Quite a card, that one."
edited 20th Jan '12 6:41:53 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"But Deus, I like postal workers!" he retorted a little defensively, shutting the door and bolting it. "Besides, I did suspect, but if you really had been an ordinary human, I'd have looked like a raving lunatic. 'Say, would you happen to actually be Deus Ex Machina, the God of Time and Space? No? Wait, where are you going with that package?'"
The hacker dropped heavily into a kitchen chair. "Well played, I guess," he admitted, unable to stop a wide grin from splitting his face, "I'll try not to keep you too long. I'm sure you're pretty busy watching the new game unfold, right? I've got a few questions regarding my diary, but first... why seven? Wouldn't it have been more interesting if you'd chosen, say, a dozen or so?"
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire."Well, to be honest? I got bored." Deus said, kicking back on Eric's kitchen table. "Do you know how long it took to organize this? Finding seven of the right people took long enough, thank you."
"Oh, and don't worry about keeping me. I'm God, remember? Wouldn't be too od at my job if I could only be in one place at a time. So," she said, idly grasping around at Eric's leftovers, "what's on your mind?"
edited 20th Jan '12 9:29:28 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"What an idiot firefighter." Mark said, his sights set on each one of the blurry shadows. He had not spoken much, still trying to grimly digest what was this all about. "But well, at least it's honest about it."
"oh, and Deus... You're a prick. There could be a myriad of ways you could settle for succession, and yet what you come up for is a battle royale. Well, so be it. I can accept I have to kill. I can accept I have to die for the sake of this sick game." He paused.
"However there's one thing I'll not tolerate. And that is another prick as large as yours sitting in your throne or involving others in this race." His arms folded.
"So that's it. If I find you doing naughty things, I'll terminate you. If you come after me, I'll hunt you down in regard. I may be a worthless idiot, but I have my ideas set straight. And for the moment, the firefighter got a big plus in my book."
edited 21st Jan '12 1:58:39 AM by AtomicNut
"Well, sir," Joachim said, trying to keep some peace, "I'm not going to actively pursue people either, doing 'naughty things' as you put it. It seems that we have the same goal, you know? Taking out those who would do evil in the name of godhood? This is a sick game, and It'll be a cold day in hell before you subvert my morals, God."
Eric steepled his fingers, staring into space as he tried to sort out the numerous queries that were whirling through his brain. "My diary... is it the text document or the computer itself? I mean, if someone wanted to kill me by destroying the diary, would they need to destroy the laptop or could they just delete the file?"
edited 21st Jan '12 12:48:00 PM by darksidevoid
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.[Hall of Causality]
Oh? How odd. MY sick game, you say? An amusing jest. For it was from your kind the inspiration for this rite of succession was drawn. From YOUR battles, YOUR kings.
The featureless blob of humanoid static had no face, and no expression. But the way it looked at them, the angle at which their gaze met, the way it cocked its head... One would be forgiven for thinking it was smiling.
Do as you wish. After all, who am I to ask you to kill? What do I look like, a politician? Just remember. Your good will doesn't guarantee that of your fellow players...
[Meyer Residence]
"I dunno, you tell me." Deus said, munching on a half-eaten chicken drumstick. "The diaries aren't some tool from the factory. Each is unique, born from the holder. Even I don't know much more than the generals details concerning each one."
She muched at the drumstick ravenously, biting straight through the already eaten parts. With a mouthful of food, she sputtered, "Given the word processor on some other electronic diaries doesn't count as the diary itself, I'd say it's the computer. You're the tech wizard, though. What's your two cents?"
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialJoachim invisibly frowned. "Is this fiction? I'm just asking because, uh, that excuse is pretty dumb. So what, Humans Are All The Same? I'm going to prove you wrong, abomination. Humans are basically good. I'm one of the good guys, and I won't let a few bad samples prove the evil of humankind."
[Hall of Causality]
I await it with bated breath. Alright then, the shadowy static manblob clapped its hands, Off with the lot of you.
edited 21st Jan '12 9:56:00 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialOne of the figures, who from the silhouette appeared to be a thin woman with long hair and a fancy dress, took a slow look around at the others, giving Joachim a particularly long look. The figure then disappeared without saying a word.
After some time; about the amount which it would take to find a number in the phonebook and properly think things through, Joachim's home phone began to ring.
Joachim swung himself out of bed, fully conscious and alert. He strode with a precise and quick gait into the bathroom, and prepared for the day. He doubted none of what he had just seen; he couldn't afford to. He dressed in simple light underclothes and prepared his breakfast, as well as his mind. Today was going to be hard.
"You're probably right...," Eric frowned thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on the table, "Either way, I guess it's not that important to my survival in general. Even if it was just the document, that would also be obliterated if someone trashed the computer."
Another idea that had been tugging at the edge of his mind began to seem more and more appealing. "Wait, no, it might still be relevant. Let's say I want to create a copy of the file containing the diary entries. Would the entries in both be updated over time, or only the original? Am I even allowed to do that? I can understand why that might be unfair in terms of the game if the diary tied to my life was the file itself, but if it's really the laptop then I don't think it would be a problem."
edited 27th Jan '12 2:20:02 PM by darksidevoid
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.Deus muddled this over. "Hmmm... I suppose it's worth trying."
At that, she pushed off the table, bee-lining for the fridge with a gnawed at drumstick still in hand. The fridge door swung open with a tight squeak, and Deus just started helping herself.
"You know," she said, piling food into her arms like she was stockpiling for a bomb shelter, "I'm kind of surprised you're so cool with this. I would've thought be a little more, y'know, upset. 'Why me?' and 'You monster!' Stuff like that."
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialCasually ignoring the fact that all his food was being stolen, Eric got up, walked several paces, and made use of yet another chair. This one, the executive office type, was by far his favorite, because it was both comfortable and marvelously fun to spin in. He also loved The Chair because sitting in it made him feel like a diabolical mastermind, but that wasn't something he would ever admit out loud.
"Well Deus," he answered her question, bringing his laptop out of sleep mode, "I thought you might have picked up on this already, but my life is pretty boring and meaningless; nothing but one pointless, empty event after another. Even if it's something as strange as becoming God, at least I have a real goal to work towards now. After all, who wouldn't want to be God? So I really feel like, if anything, I should be thanking you." He shot a quick smile over his shoulder as he navigated to the location of his diary file and attempted to create a copy of it. "Thank you, Deus."
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.Raymond had remained silent the entire time he had been in the Cause and Effect Holy Hall since he didn't really want to attract attention to himself this early in the Survival Game like that one fireman did. He didn't really plan on participating in this game just yet, he was just going to sit back and let the competition kill each other off.
"Deus, it's not cheating if you have vast intelligence networks to help you find the identities of the other Future Diary Holders, right?" Raymond asked as he sat down on his circular platform.

[Hall Of Causality]
Ah, you're all still in one piece! Good, good. I was beginning to think you lot had already killed each other off. Well then, now that we are all gathered together again, allow me to once again explain the rules of this survival game.
Firstly, the diaries you possess. For those hard of hearing, these are Future Diaries. Once just ordinary chronicles of your no doubt riveting lives, these Future Diaries are now imbued with the power of foresight. Their vision surpasses the normal human perception of time, and entries are made up to ninety days in advance. Certainly a wealth of information.
But do not kid yourself into thinking the future is set in stone. The entries recorded in your respective diaries are capable of changing themselves in accordance with the actions of any and all Diary Holders.
Suppose your diary foretold injury in the near future. By avoiding this injury using the knowledge gleamed from your diary, you change the predetermined outcome, and thusly the future is changed, and your previous entries overwritten. Other players can do the same, and dodge your Dead End flags.
Finally, the notice of Dead End. When another player has you in their crosshairs, you are marked for death, and will receive a Dead End flag. This flag is like being in check. You must either fight or fly to remove it. How to do so successfully... well, that's your concern, not mine.
And there you have it. Our own litte survival game. Search and destroy. Kill without being killed. And inherit the throne of God. There are seven of you left. I wonder which of you will be my successor...
This meeting is adjourned. And remember, I'll be watching...
edited 17th Jan '12 9:31:24 PM by KSPAM
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