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Fatalism, Chapter I: Intro, Outro

“Gotcha,” says Arman. He goes towards the private room where the others are and sees a staircase.

“Walking again. Sigh.”

He starts walking down the staircase.

Fatalism, Chapter I: Intro, Outro

Well god damnit. Is there things such as buses though?

Since Arman can’t go back to his house to get his bike, he decides to walk. He hates walking, but he must walk to go to Distraught.

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CLOSED: contest: write a story! (10 BP)

Good morning, people! Sit down, sit down! I’ve got a little story to tell you my dearies! A short story from within the depths of my bookshelf is all… Now sit, relax, listen to me, for I’ve got a story for you all!

There was once a young little boy. This boy was no ordinary boy. He had the power to spread happiness to others around him! Everyone relied on this happiness to have that spice in their life. And this boy did deliver. He would spend every day of his life hopping around town, making people happy. Everyone greeted him as he hopped by. Everyone would stop doing what they were doing for the moment and greet the young little fellow. As he hopped by, everyone is filled with happiness for the rest of the day.

However the little boy slowly became bored of his daily tasks, and soon contemplated of finding his own happiness. Sure, he can spread happiness to others, but can he make himself happy? No. He contemplated this thought for days to come. People greet him again and again. He hops around town again and again. As he does this he thinks, will this cycle ever end? Will these people find happiness of their own?

However, there was this one fateful day. While he was hopping around town, he met this girl. She had golden hair, and had the most beautiful eyes! Her face was pretty, and she had the most beautiful dress. And this girl not only greeted this boy, but asked how he was doing. Fancy that? No one ever asked the boy how he was doing. They thought a simple hello would suffice, actually. So this man, finished with his hopping for the day, replied to the girl. He said that he was doing fine. The girl simply smiled at him, and said her name. She was named Elayne. The boy thought it was a lovely name! He shook hands with her, and said his name as well, a thing that no one asked of him.

He was named Jack.

She simply giggled a bit. The two talked for a while, then the girl bid him farewell. The boy was happy when he finished the conversation. It’s like he was a new man! The next day, the boy continued his daily routine. He hopped happily and everyone greeted him on the way. At the end of his routine, the girl talked to him again. They chatted for a while, and the boy waved goodbye once more. The conversations at the end of the hopping became a part of his routine.

Months pbum, and the two became closer to each other. They want to organize a date together, but they can’t pull it off without Jack canceling his hopping activity. It would mean that he would need to stop spreading happiness for a day. Of course he pondered for a bit. What would happen if he would stop spreading happiness to the town? The people rely on the happiness the boy emanates, and he knows they can’t do without them. But then again, he needs a break, right? He does his hopping everyday with no break. Surely he must need a vacation for at least a day?

And so the date commences. And what a fine date it was! There were candlelights, roses, and everything! Jack has prepared so much for this. Then he sat down. He waited. And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

An hour has pbumed, and he starts to worry. He starts to run towards Elayne’s home. However when he goes outside, he sees that the town is a wreck. Everyone’s fighting. There were robbers everywhere. He ignores the ensuing chaos and rushes towards her house. There he sees her father beating her up. He punches his face, and he goes down. He carries Elayne to the Hospital. When he reaches it, though, everyone’s too angry to help. His friend is badly bruised. He carried her to one of the rooms, ignoring the ensuing chaos. He then thought for a moment. Why is this happening? Why is everybody killing each other? Why?

Then it hit him.

He stopped hopping.

As soon as he realized that, he started hopping. He hopped from the room of Elayne towards the exit of the Hospital. He hopped from there to here, from here to there, from here and there and everywhere. He spreads his happiness frantically to the townspeople. This time, they didn’t greet him. After hours of hopping, he was finally back in the hospital.

The personnel are now taking care of her. However there was one problem. She is now in a coma. Jack couldn’t see her anymore because of that. He can’t even see her because if he even stops hopping, the chaos would start again. And thus, he runs away, deeply saddened.

Jack hops around town sadly, ignoring the greetings of oncoming townspeople. He payed no heed to them, as if he even stops for a moment to talk, chaos will ensue. As each day pbumes, his life becomes duller and duller, until the day he finally died. And it was a sad day. I guess the old saying really is true.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

ITT: Let's play Doom: the Roguelike

Something_Witty Posted:

ARGH, STUPID GODDAMN WINDOWS. I leave my computer alone for half an hour, it downloads some ‘important security update’, and decides it needs to reset itself. Almeda is no more. Not a trace of his existence remains.

DAMN YOU MICROSOFT, YOU CRUEL BASTARDS Log in to see images!

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Another game can be made, right? Right?

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ITT: Let's play Doom: the Roguelike

What’s that red plus?

ITT: Let's play Doom: the Roguelike

Search the area for meds. Once meds are found, use them until full health.

CLOSED: contest: write a story! (10 BP)

“Good morning to you all,” said the man in the coat and tie. He was intelligent, that man. Very intelligent for his own good. He knows far too much, and must be exterminated.

I have prepared my USMC DMR. I have more than enough bullets to kill everyone in the room. No one can see me from my spot. The door towards the corridor has been jammed by my colleague. There is no escape. Nothing could go wrong now, my dears. You are all going to have a quick and painless death. It is not my favorite kind of death, though, but it is the kind best suited for this kind of mission.

I pull the trigger. A soft bang. Headshot. Down goes the man in the coat and tie. 5 men try to leave, 2 panic, 3 jump out the window. They fall down the tall building. Plummet. They’re dead now. 7 are left. I then remember that they have mouths. I look towards the rooms beside that one. No one there. I’m safe. Another bullet goes through another man. His glbumes fall and crack. His head falls on them. He’s dead. It’s almost too easy.

6 are left. I aim for the head of the panicky one. Boom. Another headshot. He falls to the floor. Dead. At this point all five of them are panicking. This is one of my easiest missions yet. I aim at the head of another fellow. He looks at me. I pull the trigger too soon and miss. His eyes penetrated through me like a sharp knife, as if he has seen me. I quickly reload and OH MY GOD HE HAS A GU—-

I open my eyes. I’m in a dark room. It has some light but it’s still relatively hard to see. It’s a miracle I’m still living. That bullet went through my head. I try to get up. I can’t. It feels like I’m all tied up. Footsteps. I hear them. They slowly get louder. It means they’re coming. Who are they? Why am I here? Why am I still alive?

The door opens. 2… things. I can’t tell. They are wearing trenchcoats and fedoras. I can’t really make it out. They come near me and I still can’t make it out. They raise a finger. They slowly point it towards my bullet wound. Suddenly some sort of mechanism comes out of one’s sleeves. It glows radiantly, almost as if having much power. It’s very OH MY GOD IT HURTS AHH ARRGHH IT HURTS IT HURTS

Oh dear god why. They actually fit in that mechanism through my bullet wound. I realize some things afterwards. Fun facts really. I knew this one. I knew that. God this is OH DEAR GOD WHY AHHH NOOO TOO MUCH THIS IS TOO MUCH AHHHHH

Ahahahahaha. Ey guys? Can you let me out now? Ahahahahaha, I seem to be in the wrong place, I need to be in Jupiter in 10 minutes. I’m gonna be the Prince of Wishful Thinking, you see. I’m gonna revolutionize the universe, eh? Guys? Don’t leave me here, guys, we’ve still got a legacy to consider! WE WILL DESTROY TRAITOR YURI! IS THIS ALL THE GODS COULD THROW AT US!? YOU FOOLS!

I suddenly remember this man. I think he was the one who is stupid. Bushy, that guy. He wanted me to kill some guy with the magic bullet found in the Grbum Knoll, you see. He hired me from the depths of hell to exterminate some guys. He said I can have fun with them. Are you the people I killed? Tell me. I am getting bored by these colors of awe and wonder. I wonder if I’m gonna die in 5 minutes. I wonder if there’s a conspiracy going on and this thing is actually for me to go insane, haha. Tell me, little dearies, have I lost it? Is it too much to ask of my status? Hey dearies, Are you still there?

Hehehhehehehehhe… Hoooo, this getting tied up till rotting is becoming very boring. Do you have the time and date, pillow? Oh look, a man in all black lookin’ all spy like. Hello there! What’s your name? Shh? I don’t think that’s a proper name for ya, ya hear me here!? I dub you Chair, after my friend here! Don’t you think he’s a very nice guy? Hey, where are you going!? I want to tell you some stuff! I know where to take the right turn to Albaqurque! God dammit. It’s getting lonely in here.

Wait, didn’t that guy I tried to kill last had the same mechanism as I had now? Hehehe… I couldn’t remember actually. How about you, Pillow? Do you remember? How about you, Chair? Do you remember? Sigh, I wish I had someone to talk to, actually. I also yearn for the day I finally eat. Speaking of which, I’m really, really, really hungry. Do you still have the time, Chair? How about you, right-face wall? Mmhmm… You do say? Well I must be sleeping now, I see. I shall commence my daily activities again tomorrow, my friends. Till we meet again…

...sigh.

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January Posted:

No need to worry, fellows, I’ve got this under control.

Subduin’ possible threat.

Holy **** I gotta run I need help here.

Anyone!?

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The Hitcher Posted:

Wrong! Our balloon is covered in bulletproof “Survival Patches” I located one night while I was shopping in Dalston.

I’ll be sticking ‘round ‘ere to locate any witnesses. For our own security, I’ll pop out their eyeballs and stamp on ‘em.

Of course the balloon is connected by strings, if I’m not mistaken. So I’ll just have to shoot the strings.