"Booyooo..." <Oh great Star Warrior, my head... Why am I here?>
Kirby found himself in a green pasture with a familiar house nearby and a looming castle off in the distance. However, for some bizarre reason, there was a door nearby.
After walking through the door, Kirby found himself in some sort of corridor.
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValRavage looked himself over in the mirror of his room, nodding in satisfaction when he saw that he no longer resembled a mouldering corpse. Alas, the axeblade was gone as well.
The jaguar padded out of his room and into the corridor, stewing over his failure to retain The List. The power he could have wielded with that artefact in his possession...!
The Danse Macabre CodexJorge stepped out of his room, sighing. "Well...if that wasn't the oddest challenge we've done yet, I don't know what is."
He scoffed. "'Amusing', eh? Well, I guess I can take comfort in the fact that there's a person in charge of this, rather than a mindless machine."
Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)-Saren comes to in his chambers, mortified; he looks down at himself, flexing his organic arm, and being reassured by the pull of musculature; a polished metal surface on one of the bulkheads serves as a mirror, with which he finds that he still has a proper face; his gaze goes toward the ceiling-
I'll find you. All of you. You will be screaming then.
-He then marches forth into the hallway, grabbing the scimitar as he goes out the door; the portal into the primary chamber opens, and immediately the place begins to shift back into that glass chamber, this time over-looking a vast metropolis-
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"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Kirby waddled Kirby joke. over to Jorge. "Boyo?" <Alright, what in the name of Pop Star just happened? I mean, we all looked real freaky and then that thing stung me and some other stuff happened and yeah. What in the name of Pop Star just happened?>
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val"Honestly, little one, I'm not sure. Glad to see you're okay, though."
The Spartan watches Saren leave his room.
"Well, someone's in a fine mood today..." He paused. "...What is today?"
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Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)Training day. And I will feel much better soon. Very soon
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"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Jorge eye-rolled as he passed Mecha Sonic. "Who the hell programmed him," He asked himself as he entered the primary chamber. The Spartan eyes Saren's weaponry with interest.
"What are you up to?"
Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)Preparing. Going through the proper calibrations for maximum effect. You should be doing the same.
-Saren opens a port on his armour, then activates his omni-tool; two layers of blue bubble form about him, the beginnings of a third flickering before the whole shield disappears; he moves on to adjusting the grip on his pistol-
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Gordon strolled out of the lab and into the main room, happy to see his armor shiny and orange again, and his head headcrab-less.
"Well, that was one of the most surreal expriences I've had in a while. And... that's saying a lot," he said as he entered.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up.""True. Wouldn't do to have my weapon jam in the middle of a fight."
Especially if the one I'm fighting is you, Jorge thought. He sat down at a table, placing his M247H on it. The supersoldier then turned back to wave at Gordon as he walked in.
"Tell me about it. How are you holding up, doctor?"
He's still wearing his helmet.
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Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)"Good. Might want to check your equipment before our next challenge."
And so Jorge began to clean his machine gun. He also checked it for damage, but was happy to discover that it was still in great shape.
"You know, Dr. Freeman, I'm starting to wonder..." The Spartan leaned back in his seat, taking a moment to stretch out his limbs. "Mmph...ahh. I'm starting to wonder if our actions are making a real impact. Are these real universes we're visiting? Are we truly changing the course of their histories, or...are they just false constructs of some sort, created by whatever beings are running these trials?"
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Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)Gordon looked thoughtful for a moment.
"It's possible these nomads are using a variant of Polvaski's Theory. To explain, Polvaski theorized that for every single decision that was made, there are a thousand different alternate universes made with each possible outcome of that decision, in addition to all the alternate decisions that could've been made. I never believed it, at least until now."
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."Ravage paced silently outside the group, listening in without giving the impression of doing so. An interesting theory, to be sure, but one to which the Decepticon did not subscribe; he knew all too well that the future was not immutable, that it could easily be altered and changed. In fact, he reminded himself, his death had come in the process of attempting to enact said change; had it not been for the miserable Maximals, Optimus Prime would now be dead, and the Decepticons would reign supreme.
A faint grin came to the panther's face as he paused to consider something. And we may yet do so, if I can figure out this situation...computer: status report.
HACK 33.33% COMPLETE.
The jaguar hissed to himself in mixed excitement and agitation. His hacking on the transformation block was accelerating, but it still was not progressing fast enough for his tastes; what he wouldn't give to feel the reassuring weight of a psycho-blaster in his palm...
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"Happy Halloween, and Merry Christmas to all!"
In the sleigh sat Jack and Santa Claus, the latter waving down at Eddie whilst keeping a tight hand on the reigns. "Enjoying yourself, Jack?"
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