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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Wheatley:
6/6/2017 2:16:23 AM
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-blam!- it. I'll leave it up
[b][i][u]Living Nightmares[/u][/i][/b]
[i]Just outside of Dojoville...[/i]
It was midday when when they first arrived in Dojoville, landing in a large clearing that belonged to the forest. Several men exited the aircraft and began to search the area for signs of hostile life. In the midst of the chaos, a woman clad in white emerged from the ships small hanger. She was accompanied by two robotic guards masked in [url=https://goo.gl/images/xG4YLL]some sort of combat armor[/url].
[i]Meanwhile...[/i]
A strange message was received at any device that could receive one, including radio and most electronic devices. It consisted of an offer that most couldn't refuse, and an address that lead willing participants to a large clearing in the forest...
[spoiler]Open! Loosely based off of the "Playtest" episode of Black Mirror, participants take part in a newly developed augmented/virtual reality program designed to interact with the brain. Don't worry, your character doesn't have much chance of dying. Just keep all external electronic devices off. Most importantly, have fun![/spoiler]
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*Shrugging, Crossbow starts walking into the clearing, his metal crossbow with silver bayonet ready for an ambush. A strange white thing on his thigh glows blue, the shape of an arrow made of light dangling from it. His hood makes it impossible to see his face, and his whole body is covered.* Arright, what is going on here...?
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[b]Several robotic soldiers pointed their rifles at Crossbow, seeing as he had just walked into their camp. A small aircraft was situated near the clearing's center, and Hi-tech construction equipment was scattered throughout the premises[/b]
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*Cross looks around under his hood* Well, this is a nice surprise. Weapons down, I am not here to defeat you.
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[b][i]Dean decided it might be s good chance to train, being stuck in this foreign realm anyways. He drove his bike to the spot, weapon ready and helmet on. He dismounted his bike with his sidearm out, looking around.[/i][/b]
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[b]In the clearing he spied some sort of camp, a strange aircraft situated near its center. Robotic soldiers patrolled the premises to keep intruders away from their equipment. Two of them guarded the clearings small entrance[/b]
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[i][b]He moved towards them, ready to react if they began firing. If they attacked him, couldn't be harder than fighting Witches, right?"[/b][/i]
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[b]The robotic soldiers held up their rifles, but then lowered them[/b] "You must be here for the offer. Follow me." [b]He began walking towards the ship[/b]
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[b][i]He holstered his pistol, following. He observed the bot as he walked, not having seen Tech like it before.[/i][/b]
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[b]He was lead through the ship via its small hanger, and then eventually arrived in a white room. It had nothing but two chairs and a rectangular table[/b] "Please, have a seat. Someone shall be with you shortly."
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[b][i]He did so, siting down as he removed his helmet to reveal his face, pretty sure that he wasn't in danger from these people anymore.[/i][/b]
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[b]A woman clad in white entered the room, sitting down in the chair across from him[/b] "So, you must be here for the offer! Before we begin, I suppose we should discuss payment, yes?"
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[b][i]When she arrived the man was sitting with his feet in the table, leaning back in the seat.[/i][/b] "Depends. Who's paying who?"
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"We're paying you of course. What is your preferred currency?"
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"I don't have much use for currency here. Payment isn't necessary." [b][i]He says, taking his feet off the table.[/i][/b]
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"Really? Are you sure about that?"
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"I've got more than enough, and with my job most expenses are covered anyways. I'm not the kind who needs anymore credits to my name."
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Entering the clearing was a Guardian, a Hunter more specifically. He looked around the open area, walking towards the signs of life that were the source of the signal
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Edited by Wheatley: 6/6/2017 7:02:54 PM[b]Several soldiers began pointing rifles at the guardian, forcing them to stop. There was a small aircraft situated near its center that seemed to be the source of the signal[/b] "Stand down! He's mine." [b]A woman clad in white stepped from the ship, two robotic guards at her side[/b] "I suppose your here for the offer? Right this way." [b]She began to walk back to the ship[/b]
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The Guardian remained silent, walking towards the ship and following behind the woman
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[b]She led him inside the ship via its small hanger, one with empty glass pods and large space. He was eventually lead to a white room in the ship's cabin. It simply had a table and two padded chairs in its center[/b] "Have a seat, would you?" [b]She gestured to one of the white seats and waited for the guardian to sit down[/b]
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"I'll stand if that's alright with you." The man said, staying standing as he looked at the woman "What the bloody hell is this even about? Some job?"
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"Yes. I'm sorry the message was as vague as it was. You'll be taking part in our new virtual reality program that we are currently testing. By its conclusion, you shall be payed handsomely for your contributions. We will discuss currency in a moment. Please, have a seat."
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"Alright. Let's talk about the important basics." The Guardian said, taking a seat in the chair across from her
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"For starters, what is your preferred currency?"
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"Intergalactic credits, those underneath the Alliance, Turians, Geth and so on."
