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Fantasy Predicament (invite only)

TheAdept

One Thousand Club
So...you guys like to Role Play


You like to make up stories, worlds, lore, and characters.


You enjoy typing up scenarios, in a world that is not your own, but probably wouldn't want to experience these struggles yourself. After all, that is part of the fun isn't it? To make a character and put them through Hell.


Well, it really sucks to be us, then, because we seem to have found ourselves in a bit of a predicament. From our mundane lives we had only experienced a day before, we now find ourselves in a post apocalyptic world. Or maybe it has simply always been this chaotic and insane. Much of it doesn't make sense, but many things are also familiar, as our ideas, thoughts, and personal demons live before our very eyes in this world.


But all is not so horrible. For we, us who have been role playing together for years (or maybe less. Its not important) are all in this together, and surely, if we put our heads together, we can escape this hell.


Although this is a world of ever changing chaos, there are still rules.


1. I don't think I have to worry about you guys playing too op, but its worth mentioning.


2. Speaking of being op, you will play as yourself. You are mortal and imperfect, however, you can learn skills and acquire different items through the game, including magic skills or superhuman mutations.


3. Please, no time skips without asking me first.


4. This will be a lighthearted, fun rp, but dont go over the top with pulling off unrealistic feats. For example, no pulling ban scythes out of hammerspace or pulling a rope and covering people in piles of buttons...mm...


5. Fouth wall breaching will be allowed and encouraged, but at least try to act unaware that its just an rp most of the time. Also, try and type in first person.


6. I will add if I think of something else. In the mean time, enjoy the party.
 
I drank too much.


That was my first thought as my eyes flicked open to the dark room. Damnit, I had woken up too early again, before the sun rose. That really messes with my sleep cycle.


The ground beneath me was cold. Cold and hard. I was laying on a cold, cement ground. Had I fallen out of my bed? No, this is not my room.


Bars to my left and right. I was in a prison cell?


"Fuck." I said quietly, as I processed what was going on "Fuck!" I shouted it.


I got drunk. Now I was in prison. What happened last night?
 
I woke up on the cold hard ground and groaned, rubbing my aching back, it must almost be time to get ready for school... the sun wasn't out yet and my phone's alarm hadn't gone off yet. "Nng... how did I end up on the floor...? I haven't rolled off the bed in years... Or... did I fall off the couch...? But why would I be sleeping on the couch...?" I just remembered lying down on my bed after finishing up the night's livestream. I didn't remember taking off my glasses or anything... I fell asleep with them on...? Usually I only did that when I was browsing on my laptop and was exhausted and fell asleep while using it. I knew that something was wrong when I felt the floors... they weren't carpet and they weren't wood either. They were made of stone. "Oh crap." I got up and looked around. It appeared I was in a cell. "Welp. I'm boned."
 
I looked briefly at another guy in the cell. There appeared to be a few. The guy who spoke looked young. Maybe younger than me.


He didn't look like he belonged in a prison cell too much. He didn't look like a thug, and looked like he may still be in high school, even.


I didn't plan on talking to him. This was stressful enough, and I wasn't in the mood for chit chat.
 
I gave a deep sigh. For some reason, my mind flashed back to how desperate and pathetic I always was when I did RPs. Not even my "friends" were interested in the last one I did, and I had to double post, blatantly showing off my patheticism, to keep some of them going.


But I was trying to think positive thoughts, so I but these thoughts out of my mind. I tried to imagine my novel ideas. I knew that not even prison could stop me from writing my novels, so I imagined what Joseph Mikkish Callahan, one of the original characters in my magic school idea, would do in this situation.


But ironically, just as I imagined him bitchign about what bullshit it was and picking fights with the other guy i nthe cell with me, a door outside of the cell opened, and three armored, armed, men walked in.


This wasn't just body armor, or bullet proof vests. Hell, even riot gear looked pathetic in comparison with what these men wore. No. They were full metal plated, but it wasn't knights armor, this looked like something you would see in a sci-fi movie. Big and clunky, like the Fallout 4 power armor.


Then it hit me. This looked familiar. Had I seen this before?


I had, but only in one place: my own mind. These men, were Maniacles Mercenaries.
 
"Oh, bloody hell," I muttered, a fake accent working into my voice. Rolling my eyes, I attempted to shift into my regular one. "So, who are the Judge Dredd wannabes?"


I don't know how I got here. Last thing I recall, I had been taking a walk, thinking about hitting the liquor store. Now, I was stuck in some weirdo version of a prison. Perhaps I was stuck in a government torture device?
 
One member of the mercs wore no helmet, and stepped closer to the cell.


"Thats funny. You all seem confused. Like you didn't mean to invade this world and its all an accident." He took out a baton, surging with electricity. A stun rod. "Wanna say something funny over there?" He threatened, pointing his rod at Tam.


"Can I ask what the charged are?" I nervously asked, despite knowing these weren't cops.


The merc with no helmet just smiled "Good one. Looks like a cell full of comedians. This cell was-"


Chatter came on a radio set down on a table outside the cell. The merc got frustrated and stormed over to it.


"What?"


"These fuckers?"


"Oh no, since when have I ever gone easy on anyone?"


"Understood"


He put the radio down and walked up to our cell.


"Alright, you guys are getting off 'lucky'. It might be the wrong word, though. Commander wants a look at all of you."


He opened the cell. The other two mercs standing alert, watching us, a silent warning not to try and run.


"Don't do anything you'll regret. Lets go."
 
I took a deep breath... I was trying not to freak out. I was shaking uncontrollably. Usually my shaking was unnoticeable unless people were really paying attention. But... I had no idea what the hell was happening, I was scared out of my wits. Some people in what look like power armor from Fallout were standing before me, I was kidnapped and placed in a cell, and now I was being accused of invading somewhere even though, I hadn't invaded anything to the best of my knowledge. I was ninety percent sure I was going to die... "Or I'm about to be made into someone's bitch..." I mumbled under my breath, trying to crack a joke to calm myself. But, then it dawned on me that it was an actual possibility. "...O-Oh god..."


My shaking intensified and I began pacing rapidly and nearly went into the guy who had made a joke about the 'Judge Dredd' wannabes... whoever Judge Dredd is that is. He... seemed awfully familiar... But, my mind was in panic mode at the moment and every worst case scenario kept popping into my head and I couldn't put the pieces together. Too bad I wasn't as strong as one of the many 'Joes' that I wrote... Then I could probably take these guys on with one arm tied behind my back.
 
I slowly stepped out of the cell, aware not to appear threatening.


"Dude, I don't know about these guys, but I didn't do anything. I just fell asleep somewhere and woke up in that cell." I said, trying to get myself out of whatever punishment awaited.


But he didn't respond. He didn't even look at me.


"Come on. Lets go." He urged the others in the cell.


One, a girl, still lay asleep.


"Hey, wake the fuck up, princess." Said a merc, kicking her in the kidney. These guys didn't mess around.


I heard one guy mention becoming some guys bitch, and could swear I heard his voice before. I also found the sleeping guy familiar, but where had I seen these guys before?


I couldn't put my finger on it.
 
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I followed, not exactly bored, more like... uninterested. Apathetic. I glanced at the other two, the pudgy one being vaguely familiar. Probably some dick on the internet.


I recognized the symptoms going on and tried to put some emotion in my head. Like that ever works. A flash of panic briefly came across my stomach, but, mostly, I was just wishing to use one of those guns. On myself.
 
I woke up on the cold floor of the cell but i didn't notice anything amiss until i sat up and noticed the others in the room. I had no real reaction, in fact i was about to lay back down and go to sleep with a yip caught my attention. I looked down and discovered the source of the noise, a small fox pup still sound asleep next to where i was laying. I reached out and gently picked it up, sitting up cross-legged and hugging the pup to my chest. I just sat there like that staring at the floor, idly stroking it's head with my thumb. I didn't know why but i felt like this fox was important, like i had me a promise about it, but I didn't know why or to who, just that i would die before i let it get hurt.
 
The mercs eventually dragged us out of the room, and through a dark hallway. The walls and floors were cement. We were likely underground. Above, I knew I heard a fee gunshots, followed by inhuman screeching.


What the fuck was going on?


Eventually, we came to a room with a table, maps, and several computers. A man sat at this table, drinking a cup of coffee and observing one of the maps.


"Commander, here's the assholes." We were shoved forward.


The commander nodded and stood up. This man was all muscle, probably twice my size, and I'm not a small dude.


"Well you don't look like shit, but then again I wasn't expecting shit." He said


I just stood there, scared of what was going to happen. I wanted to say something, to defend my innocence, but I was frozen in fear and confusion.


"Before you ask, I don't know why you were put in that cell. I don't like it any better than you either, feel better?" He looked like you see in the movies, a rough old man with years of jaded experience "Now unless you want to rot in that cell, your unofficially being drafted. All of you."
 
"Um... I'm more of a lover than a fighter..." I rubbed the back of my head chuckling nervously. "Oh god this guy is going to send us out to get killed for whatever fucked up organization that he's working for. Are they terrorists or something? Religious nut jobs? Are we going to be blowing ourselves up for his cause? Fuck that!" I looked at the others around me. For some reason, one had a fox cub with him. "That's adorable but what the hell...?" I shook my head and looked for some way to escape.
 
"What?" The commander stormed up to Jackel and looked at the fox "Oh, look at the little fox." He said in a mocking tone, before snatching it "This ain't the military, we dont have boot camp, but maybe I can get you ladies ready for the shit show happening right above us" He said, taking out a knife and holding it to the fox's throat.


'Shit!' I thought 'Were going into some gunfight? No training? And fighting for this psycho? Well shit, this is a pretty big fucking predica-'





But before I could even finish my thought, some of the concrete wall to my right gave out and a hole appeared. Seconds after, spiders, not gigantic, but larger than usual, about the size of puppies began scampering out of the hole. What the fuck was this? Big ass spiders, bigger than the crickets I saw back when I lived next to that military base? And Maniacles? I still couldn't wrap my head around how these people existed...when I know I never heard the name before, and I made them up.


Had they captured me because I made up a corporation named after them, and that is defamation somehow? I didn't think such a company actually existed, let alone any one with fucking power armor. I didn't even know power armored existed.


"L-uh...I..." I tried to speak, but my panic was setting in, and my mind was going too many places for me to speak well.


But as the commander moved the knife and pointed it at the fox's gut "Better visuals that way." He said, but one of the spider jumped on him, and sank its fangs into his shoulder, causing him to drop the fox and tell int furious agony.


And then, the flow of puppy sized spiders stopped, and more the of the wall collapsed, allowing bigger spiders, this time the size of full grown Golden Retrievers began walking in.


Immediately, the mercs turned their guns to the spiders and began firing.
 
I was going to jump the fucker. No one was going to harm an animal right in front of me, especially not for some... some... fucked up demonstration! But... then I froze. Spiders, and not just small ones... the size of small animals... then ones the size of large dogs. I let out a scream and turned to the nearest exit and began running away, surprisingly quickly despite my being out of shape. "NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!" Not my proudest moment, I'm sure, but I had a huge phobia of spiders, and that's just for the small ones. These ones were huge! You could make out every last little detail on their nasty little bodies, had I hadn't used the bathroom recently, this probably would have gotten a lot messier...
 
I was furious, all i could focus on was the fucker that took my Fox. I was completely oblivious to the spiders the burst in through the wall until one bit the guy in the shoulder. when he dropped the fox i used the moment he was distracted to rush him and wrench his knife out of his grip. i quickly turned it around and shoved it into his eye twisting it sideways behind his nose and yanking it forward, tearing out the flesh and bone between his eye sockets. I turned around again when i heard the fox yipping in fear. I took the knife with me and ran, grabbing the fox along the way and bolting away from everything.
 
Fascinating. Giant spiders. The wave of them managed to knock me out of my apathy into curiosity. How did the atmosphere sustain such creatures? More importantly, if there was a giant supply of oxygen, how were we surviving?


Still, I did take a few steps back, carefully watching the fox and his owner, making sure they were safe, before dashing off myself.
 
Typically, in my daily life, if someone had asked what I would do in this situation, I would have talked about getting pissed, pulling The Penetrator from Saints Row out of hammerspace, and sodomizing everything in the room to death. Of course, while I would have told them this, I would have been thinking of how I would freeze up with fear, not knowing what to do.


But, to my surprise, as if someone else was controlling my body, I kicked one the big spiders scuttering up to me and booked it after the chubby dude with glasses.


I ran through other halls, past several doors and spots of concrete where more spiders were crawling in. I didn't even have a moment to be surprised that none had bitten me, I just kept running.


I came to a ladder, which looked like the way out of this mess. Or maybe the way into another.
 
Once I had come across the ladder, I was more afraid of the spiders than my fear of heights, I wasn't thinking of whether this might lead to more trouble or danger. I just began climbing as fast as I could, taking it two rungs at a time, desperate to get out of here and away from the spiders. I slipped multiple times due to this careless climb. I eventually made it to the top, there was a hatch there... I managed to get it open and climbed out. "Oh thank god, freedom!" I climbed out, panting heavily, my lungs were burning and it was hard to get oxygen, it always took a while to gain my breath after exercising, my limbs were sore and slightly battered from slamming them against the rungs of the ladder. But, my excitement slowly died. We were out in the middle of a desert, nothing but sand stretching out as far as the eye could see... "...Are you fucking kidding me!?"
 
"Move it, big guy!" I said, pushing the bigger dude to the side. Glancing out, I scowled. "Anyone else getting 999 flashbacks? Or was I the only one to play that game?"


I glanced behind me, hearing the scuttling of many legs, then glanced outward.


"Well, we either die of thirst or become spider food. Who wants to go back down?"
 
"Y-Yeah... I guess that game did end that way, didn't it...? Haven't played it in a while... and I'd sooner dive down head and snap my neck, or break my skull, first than climb back down there." I rubbed the back of my head and then looked at the guy who had shoved me. "...No friggin' way..." I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sure that I wasn't crazy. Now that I had a bit more time to think and things had calmed down... It couldn't possibly be... "Tam?"
 
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I looked back and forth between the two guys, panting as I shut the hatch door in case some spiders might get out.


The two guys I was with were chatting about video game references as the blazing desert sun beamed down on me. It was fucking hot. I hated the heat. Where were we? Iraq?


Yeah, that was it, wasn't it? Some mercenary company, or organized crime organization, didn't like what I had did with their name, and decided to kidnap me and these other guys. But why them too? What did they do to deserve this? None of them struck me as the criminal type, and I had a better sense of who was or was not a crazy criminal after working out of a day labor office for two years.


Another thing that struck me, was the way the pudgy one with the glasses was talking. So familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I could have known him from.


"What fucking game? Like nows the time to talk about video game references. Who are you guys? And what did they want with you?"
 
"Just a visual novel game, nothing more or less," I said, glancing at the other dude. Oh lord. "Oh, joybunnies. My ex. One of them. One of the ones I like. I think. What's today?"


I lifted an arm to block out the sun, glancing around. Searching for a cactus or something to drink. The other guy, the one who wasn't Joe, seemed familiar as well.


"Welp, I always said I wanted to die a slow and painful death..."
 
I looked at the other person. "...It's called 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors... or is it another combination? I always get it mixed up, basically it's a bunch of people getting kidnapped and forced to play this game wherein they need to find an exit within 9 hours or else the ship that they're on will sink, but it turns out that it was actually a building out in the middle of the desert. It has a lot to do with metaphysics." With that explanation out of the way, I turned back to Tam.


"Tam! I will use the name that you absolutely hate me using. Aren't you, I don't know... confused as all hell that we're together?! I mean, we live on opposite sides of the country and somehow, or for some reason, we've both been kidnapped by some whackjob terrorists or even possibly religious radicals for reasons unknown." I sighed deeply and unzipped my gray jacket and pulled it off, revealing the TechWarriorz T-shirt I had been wearing underneath it. "And we're out in the middle of the desert as well... and there were giant spiders... and men in... what appeared to be... power armor..." I paused for a minute and then suddenly stood up. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I then cleared my throat and sat back down. "Sorry, needed to get that out of my system."


This was... confusing. I liked to think of myself as a detective, but there was no earthly reason for anyone to do this to us... well... as far as I knew. I mean, we lived pretty boring lives, well, at least me and Tam did. I think he was working in a department store or a fast food place or something... and I was just a high school student that made a meager living livestreaming for my brother and his company. To put it plainly... we were a couple of nobodies that hardly anyone would do anything to... unless somehow I managed to majorly piss off a bunch of viewers that were super rich or something and did this to anyone that they disagreed with. That, however, still didn't explain the dog sized spiders... Unless weird crazy evil science experiments with their shitload of cash. But I sincerely doubt that's what happened...
 
When I got up the ladder I immediately sat down in the sand and hugged the fox to me, stroking it and trying to calm it down while it squirmed and whimpered. The knife I took from that guy lay next to me and I was looking around the endless desert for anything that wasn't sand, and finding nothing. I wasn't paying attention to the others but I had gotten the fox to calm down a little and it was now settled in my lap. I slid my knife a little closer to me and watched the others out of the corner of my eye.
 

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