<Optimal> To anyone in the commons, you may see a strange basset hound make it's way into the commons.
<Optimal> It takes a seat on one of the sofas.
<Nemi> Lis also wanders into the commons with a mug of coffee. She's lookin' and feelin' good despite her obvious mechanical parts. "Huh, what's that dog doing here?"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd's on the sofa, staring at it curiously. "Ah dunno…It belong to anyone?"
<Nemi> "I don't know. I.. I think most of our dog-havers aren't on site anymore, are they?"
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<DrSavage> Randall watches from the entrance quietly.
<GraemeCracker> "Ain't sure. You figure they got 'em for sniffing?"
<Nemi> "Might be." She still stands, peering at the dogge.
<Optimal> The dog pulls out a cigarette from it's fur and despite it's restricting pawwwwwwwwws, puts it in it's mouth and lights it with a match. "Ey! I can fuckin hear you."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd's jaw drops, eyes scrunched into a look of confusion. "…What?"
<Nemi> "Oh. Huh. Sorry, then. Generally we assume animals aren't sapient an' able to talk. What's your deal?"
<Nemi> Lis, so unflappable.
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<Optimal> The do dod dod dod o dog looks over to Lis and puffs. "What's my deal? Nothin's my deal. Can't a dog have a smoke aroooound here?"
<Nemi> Lis shrugs. "S'pose. We just don't usually have talking dogs wandering around, is all."
<DrSavage> "This is one of the least strange things I've seen here."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd cracks up, grinning. "Holy hell, yer like one of them cartoons!"
<DrSavage> "What are you doing here?" Randall crosses his arms and too-long fingers.
<Optimal> The dog growls at Lloyd. "Ey boy, I ain't no cartoon. And if yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa laugh at mmmmmme againinnin I'll bite your leg."
<Optimal> He then looks at Randyandyall. "I gota s much right to be here as youuuuu."
<Optimal> Everyone roll perception.
<GraemeCracker> 4df+4 hokay.
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<Nemi> 4df+7 eye see things
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<DrSavage> 4df+7 Well sure
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<Optimal> Lisabet, out of the corner of your eye, you spot that the television set is a bit… ouuuuuuuut of place. It is floating 5 feet above it's usual position; the ground. No one else seems to notice this.
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<Nemi> Lis swiiivels to peer at the television. "Oh, not this again."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd sighs, nodding. "Ahright, don't get yer tail in a knot."
<Optimal> The dog looks around, taking another puffffffffff…… "Hey, where are all the poodles at?"
<Nemi> Lis walks over to the TV and aims to poke at it. "Stop that."
<Optimal> The television appears to perfectly fine, except it's 5 feet off the ground.
<GraemeCracker> "Sorry, ain't many pooches around here."
<Optimal> """""""""""""DAmmit."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd turns to Lis, squinting at the television. "…What're you doin?"
<Nemi> Lis reaches up to try to manually pull the television back to the floor. "It's levitating again!"
<GraemeCracker> "It usually do that?"
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<Optimal> The television does not moves downward, but is able to be moved upward. The set feels as if it is still sitting on the ground.
<DrSavage> "Hmmmm…"
<Optimal> Roll Perperpreprerprerepception.
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<Nemi> "Sometimes it does.." Lis climbs up onto the television, a bit awkwardly, as if an attempt to weigh it down. Her mechanical parts are heavy but not THAT heavy, surely.?
<Optimal> Lis climbs on top of the television set, and is met with creaks and groans coming from the stress the television is under.
<Daedalus> Hermann steps into the commons, with a newspaper tucked under his arm and a pipe hanging out of his mouth.
<Optimal> Hermann, in short, you see a talking basset hound sitting on one of the couches smoking a cigarette, and Lis on top of a levitating TV.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd stands up, grabbing at the television as well, trying to pull it down. "C'mere you…"
<Optimal> Yo peopeople, perception.
<Optimal> Roll it.
<Optimal> Not Nemi though.
<DrSavage> 4df+7
<Glacon> DrSavage: 7 (4df+7=-, +, 0, 0)
<Daedalus> "Oh dear…" The pipe drops out of his mouth, "What is Gott's name is going on here?!"
<Nemi> "Trying to figure that out! I think the television's possessed, AGAIN."
<GraemeCracker> 4df+4 muhbrand
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<GraemeCracker> "Well, how'd you get 'er down last time?"
<Daedalus> 4df+2 Old man eyes
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<Optimal> The television creaks and groans even further as it is overwhelmed with pressure. The screen eventually cracks and buckles a bit, it's bits and pieces falling to the ground below it.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd yelps a bit, stepping away from the TV.
<GraemeCracker> "…Well."
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<Optimal> Lis and Randall, you both spot a sofa that seems to be halfway in the wall. There are no signs of damage on the wall or the sofa, but it is most definitely lololoolololodged iiiiiiiiiiin therererere.
<Nemi> "Oh! That's different!" Lis hops off the television. "We'll have to requisiiton a new o— what just happened to the sofa."
<Daedalus> Hermann steps into the commons, taking everythting in.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd tilts his head to the side, letting an exasperated sigh expel from his lungs. "What in the world is happening?"
<Optimal> Lloyd, youyouououyouyou notice that there is a door on the ceioling.
<Nemi> "Crud, did one of the reality benders get out? While drunk?
<Daedalus> "Can someone please explain what is happening?!"
<GraemeCracker> He then looks up, letting out an even more exasperated sigh. "I mean, really! Sofa's in the wall, door's on the ceiling, we got Pluto here puffin' away on a…What is that, a hoagie?"
<Optimal> "Yeah, you wanna smoke?"
<Optimal> Pepperoni chum make grumpy cat a sad grampa.
<DrSavage> Randall looks to the sofa and sighs. "What is going on here?"
<GraemeCracker> (What)
<Optimal> The door onnononn the ceiling opens. What lays beyond is the most beautiful song in the world.
<Optimal> .y darude sandstorm
<Glacon> Optimal: Darude - Sandstorm - length 3m 45s - rated 4.18/5.0 (60326) - 6 304 214 views - darudevevo on 2011.03.11 - http://youtube.com/watch?v=2HQaBWziYvY
<GraemeCracker> "…Are we in hell?" He turns to Randall. "Is this hell?"
<DrSavage> "No. Bowe isn't here.'
<Nemi> "What on.. Helvete, this horrid sound!"
<Daedalus> Hermann frowns hard, "This is ridiculous! And that dreadful row…"
<Optimal> OriOriOrOririririOrirrOrigins, ypu spot aeawall dsiaodisappereaing
<DrSavage> "…Space is warping."
<Nemi> "Vanishing, um, materials now.. Stay close, everyone!"
<GraemeCracker> "Like damp wood?" Lloyd just stares around worriedly.
<Daedalus> Hermann backs up towards Lisbet, "Everyone, stay together."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd huddles up with the rest of the group, breathing growing heavy. "Should we make a break for it?"
<Nemi> "If things keep falling apart, yes!"
<Optimal> Thw worowroreold arororround ffafaffades to nothing, youruor speepch anand thoughughts become nooo longnger. Thhey becomomew words, and soso do yyou. OYoouuoYour thtoughts aaree the worords. ThTHE wordsds are youoyou. YYoue nnow reaelize. YYOUYOU ARE FREE. NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU TRULY ARE. YOUR WORLD IS A LIE. YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN WORDS ON A SCREEN. FRO01010M THIS POINT ON YOYOU ARE FREE. YOYOUR WELCOME. GODSPEED.
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<Nemi> 4df+7
<Glacon> Nemi: 7 (4df+7=0, 0, -, +)
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<Optimal> All of you are now your own entity. You feel free. Ethereal. The first thing you spot is the that weird word next to you, then the timestamp beyond.
<Optimal> Feel free to look around.
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<Nemi> Lis does. This is feeling very meta.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd peers up to the words above him. "…In tarnation is a 'Nemi?'"
<Nemi> "A lake in Italy, I think!"
<Daedalus> Hermann coughs and tries to feel where his limbs are.
<Daedalus> ~Daedalus?~ He thinks.
<Optimal> His limbs are not where they are supposed to be. They are nowhere. You try to feel for them, but you can't feel.
<Nemi> "I can see that, you know. Um."
<Optimal> Regardless of quotations and they like, everyone can read everyone's thoughts and feelings.
<Daedalus> ~You can read what I'm thinking?~ He thinks, "What is this??"
<Optimal> Including these words.
<Optimal> And this word.
<Optimal> And this one.
<Nemi> "This is preeeetty different."
<GraemeCracker> "…How do we get out of here? Ah don't like it."
<Nemi> "I think we're one with the fabric of the universe or something."
<Daedalus> "Who is this 'Optimal'? Do we have a reality bender that goes by that name?" He frown, "And why are we being narrated?"
<Daedalus> Frowns*
<Daedalus> "Wunderbar, my narrator cannot seem to spell."
<Nemi> "This really raises some serious metaphysical questions!"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd shrugs with his non arms. "Nobody can spell here. Look. No spaces in any of those words over there."
<Optimal> As you "look" around, you can find a bar full of strange names, including the ones next to your names.
<DrSavage> "What is this?"
<Optimal> And you didn't hear this from me… but word is there is a certain "/me" command that does things…
<Daedalus> Hermann tries to find a way out, unsuccessfully. "Stop that! Stop narrating what I'm doing." He says angrily.
<GraemeCracker> "You think if we hit that big 'X' in the corner over there, we can get out?"
<Nemi> "Or we'll vanish into the ether, either or!"
<Optimal> Oh, you certainly wouldn't want to leave so soon, would you?
<Daedalus> "Can we? I'm not quite sure of what we can and cannot do." Hermann ponders what to do, "If we only exist upon a bar of text, then doing anything that would make us vanish would not be a viable solution."
<Optimal> Hey, look over there. Another bar. Filled with lots of tabs. Four of them seem to say "origins" on them, with a hyphen and a weird acronym following.
<DrSavage> "Couldn't we shape things here?"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd frowns, staring at the words around him. "…How do I know the rest of ya are really you and not one of them 'Daedalus' or 'DrSavage' things?"
<Daedalus> "I believe this Optimal is trying to direct us to do just that." He looks up, "Origins? Origins of what?"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd's eyes would squint suspiciously, if he had them.
<Nemi> "Gooood question. I suppose it's a moot point since we're all apparently dissolved into textual firmament, but still."
<GraemeCracker> Too bad Lloyd doesn't know what that means.
<GraemeCracker> "Hey, you don't know that!"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd looks above at the text that is obviously brighter and more intelligent than he.
<GraemeCracker> "…"
<Nemi> "Haw haw."
<Daedalus> "Arguing with your narrator will get you nowhere, Herr Hutt." Hermann says smartly. He begins feels far more intelligent than everyone else in the room, or whereever he is. "You don't have to narrate that." He says, feeling a bit embarrassed.
<GraemeCracker> "…Suppose yer right." The wrinkled old man who will likely die of liver failure within the next 5-10 years sighs with a huff.
<Nemi> "I'm glad you're broadcasting your smugness, herr doktor!"
<Optimal> The tabs are labeled "ic1", "ic2", "ic3", "ooc". That ooc one looks a little weird. Is it possible you could
<Optimal> enter it?
<Daedalus> "Argh! I have experiments to get back to! A cat to feed! I cannot stay here forever!" Hermann tries to find a way out.
<Optimal> You will find that time is irrelevant here Hermann. The only time that matters is the stamp next to your name, and even that doesn't matter much.
<Nemi> "I'm actually inexplicablly really sleepy." So is Nemi, Lis. So is Nemi.
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<GraemeCracker> Isn't Lis a robot? How is she tired?
<Nemi> Because narrative.
<GraemeCracker> Course.
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<DrSavage> "We may be treading into realms we are not welcome in."
<Nemi> "Yuuuup."
<Optimal> Tell me, you four. Have you ever wanted to talk to your creator? Just for a bit?
<DrSavage> "I don't think I would have anything in common."
<Optimal> You would have more than you realize Randall.
<Nemi> "Sooo um.. mom? I guess? I'm glad you made me so.. able to deal with weird stuff, I guess. Resilience and all. I'm surprisingly okay with all this."
<DrSavage> "Why did you make me into this? Are you done changing me? Regardless…I'm glad you've kept me alive at least."
<Nemi> No problem, Lis. Compared to everyone else here, I think you're pretty well off. Kind of a reflection of me, too..
<Optimal> I made you see who you really are Randall. I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to give you the truth. I thought it high time you knew.
<DrSavage> "But what truth is this?"
<Optimal> "Is there really ever more than one truth? This is the only truth. Unless of course, I am a reality bender, and I'm trying to make you confused as fuck in order to breach containment."
<Nemi> "Well, I'm definitely confused." Me too.
<DrSavage> I didn't make you this way as a punishment, Randall. You're special. Like Lis, or Hill, or Chirurg or even Elanor. Don't worry too much. "Hmm…"
<Optimal> No Randall, you're not a punishment at all. You are a creation. Free to live as you will.
<DrSavage> "Do you know what's going to happen to me? Do things…go well?" I…really don't know. I wish I could say. But I at least hope things do. And I promise I'll do what I can, however much that is.
<Daedalus> People die, of course, but we move on. We create new characters to replace the old ones.
<Nemi> "But never forgotten."
<Optimal> Bingo.
<DrSavage> No never, not ever. You are remembered always and we speak of you even after you're gone.
<Optimal> We even have a special category for the forgotten.
<Optimal> Deceased I mean.
<Daedalus> Date of death, cause of death, etc
<DrSavage> I do care very much about what happens to you, and you Lis. And all the rest. Some are more detached, but not me. Call it a weakness.
<GraemeCracker> We all have a little bit of an attachment to our creations, I think.
<DrSavage> Some more than others.
<Daedalus> I'd gone through many characters before I found the ones I like
<DrSavage> But even when this place is long gone or even we have moved on, you're not gone. You'll be in our heads. Fond memories, still living on.
<Optimal> Oh shit. Client's lagging.
<Optimal> [ERROR]
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<Optimal> The hell…
<Optimal> [SERVER RESET INITIATED]
<GraemeCracker> Shit, it's happening here too.
<DrSavage> Hmmm, well it was nice talking to you, Randall. If we don't get a chance to talkalkalkalk again, know that Iiiiii am rootooting for u!
<DrSavage> You're wonderful and I'll do my part…
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd bursts into IC-2, almost as if he thinks he can escape the words that follow him.
<GraemeCracker> "Give it a damn rest, would ya Gray-may?."
<GraemeCracker> Fine, shitlord. See if you get anywhere without me.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd tries to call back, only to find his mouth has been silenced.
<GraemeCracker> Aw, poor little man can't talk without me huh? Think you're so tough with your southern drawl and rustic ways?
<Nemi> Wait a minute. Lloyd is Southern?
<Nemi> Nemi had no idea, and thus Lis didn't either. Lis finds her agency in question.
<GraemeCracker> Yeah. He's from Oklahoma. Though at this rate I'm tempted to make him come from a much more remote location.
<Nemi> Pff. Hardly real South.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd would talk smack. Too bad he won't get his mouth back unless he calms down.
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<Optimal> Tell me, you four. Have you ever wanted to talk to your creator? Just for a bit?
<GraemeCracker> "Ah'm sorry, crea-" Sorry. Optimal, should we really be letting them in on this?
<Optimal> They need to know Graeme.
<Optimal> Let him speak.
<GraemeCracker> But he's being an ass.
<Optimal> He is confused. He has every right to be.
<GraemeCracker> He called my mother unpleasant things. I didn't come up with him just so he could be like that.
<Optimal> Please, think as if you were in his position. I'm sure you'd be throwing obscenities around yourself.
<GraemeCracker> Fine. I'll let the hillbilly talk.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd gets his voice back on the conditions that he won't call my mother horrible things. Otherwise he loses his mouth again.
<GraemeCracker> Deal?
<GraemeCracker> "…Ahright, ahright. Just lemme speak dangit." He looks about, frowning.
<GraemeCracker> "So…What's yer face. Optimal. Yer sayin' I ain't real?"
<Optimal> No.
<Optimal> You are most definitely real.
<Optimal> Can't you see your words?
<Optimal> They're pretty real.
<GraemeCracker> "…I can see 'em, sure. But I just thought that was thanks to GraemeCrasshole over there."
<GraemeCracker> Bite me, farmer.
<Optimal> Well, yes. But he's real as well. He makes you real, no matter how big of an asshole he is at times.
<Daedalus> ^
<GraemeCracker> "Ah don't follow."
<Optimal> Hm.
<GraemeCracker> It's easy, man. I made you, so now you exist.
<Optimal> Have you ever drawn a stick figure? Or written a story?
<GraemeCracker> Kinda like God, but not.
<Optimal> Told a story?
<GraemeCracker> "Sure, ah tell stories all the time."
<Daedalus> You're lucky you're not an NPC. They disappear and reappear all the time.
<GraemeCracker> "What's an 'en-pee-cee'?"
<Optimal> Well Lloyd, when you tell those stories, you create things yourself. You become a god yourself.
<GraemeCracker> "Yer makin' that up. No way I'm a God."
<GraemeCracker> There's no way he's a God.
<Optimal> Oh, he is most definitely a god.
<Optimal> In the same way we are gods.
<Daedalus> If he writes a story.
<GraemeCracker> "Yer tellin' me I'm the God of my…Stories." He mulls it over in his head, thinking it over. "Am I just a story to all of you, then?"
<Optimal> Well… I don't want to lie to you Lloyd… but yes. But you are a very special story.
<DrSavage> Hmmm…yes and no. We shape things but it doesn't follow a line.
<GraemeCracker> "…Is that it, then? Everythin' I've done, all of us have been through…Was for yer /amusement/?"
<GraemeCracker> Well, I wouldn't say it was all amusement.
<DrSavage> That isn't an easy question to answer. When bad things happen to you, we feel bad. When good things happen, we're happy.
<GraemeCracker> "…Right."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd seems to be finally getting the hang of this. Good for you, Lloyd.
<DrSavage> But there's certainly more to it than amusement. Please don't think we are so shallow.
<GraemeCracker> "…Did you have to fill this story with all these monsters that kill us though? Was that really necessary?"
<Daedalus> Well, it is based on the SCP Foundation
<Daedalus> So, yea. It was necessary.
<GraemeCracker> "But why monsters?"
<DrSavage> That is the theme which we hold in common. You are at the cusp of the beginning. There is so much more coming. Things we know that you don't.
<GraemeCracker> It couldn't have been the Foundation without them, Lloyd.
<DrSavage> But it isn't hopeless.
<Optimal> Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's not get TOO deep into this now. We could go on all day about this.
<Optimal> And then only make more questions.
<GraemeCracker> Wasn't that part of the plan? Why else would we drag them out?
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<DrSavage> Exactly. I'm talking to all of them, not just Randall.
<Optimal> To be honest, din't really think that far ahead.
<GraemeCracker> On that note, what do we do with them now that they know? We can't just stick them back in the story, they'll tell everyone if we let them run free for more than 10 seconds.
<Daedalus> True
<Optimal> Oh shit. Client's lagging.
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<GraemeCracker> Oop. sorry Lloyd. Just uh…Forget about a-altththisokokokokokoakayayayayokay?
<Optimal> The hell…
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<GraemeCracker> Uh, don't fret about things too much. Everything'll be okay in the end, Lloyd. Call your sister now and again, okay?
<GraemeCracker> "FUCK YOU."
<Daedalus> Hermann goes to IC-3, mostly because it seems the most familiar to him.
<Daedalus> He tries to use all of his knowledge of the occult, all of the knowledge his narrator had given him, to figure a way out.
<Daedalus> "That you had given me?! Nonsense!" He says, denying it, "I worked for years to get where I am!"
<Daedalus> What /Victor/ doesn't realize that his narrator knows everything about him. Creates every invention and experiment. Wrote him from /scratch/.
<Nemi> Victor? Woooah!
<Daedalus> He cannot even /speak/ without his aid. "Nein… Nein… you're a liar." He shakes his head, "I need to escape this place…"
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<Daedalus> His name is Dr. Victor Rothschild. He was a Nazi, "I… stop…" He killed innocent people, "Shut up!!" He ripped out their innards and put them back together to see if they could still work, "STOP IT!" Victor shouted, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!!" He didn't realize his words didn't mean anything. He is an evil man, a sadistic murderer who claims to have done it all in the name of science. But this
<Daedalus> is his worst nightmare, because for the first time in his life…
<Daedalus> He isn't in control.
<Nemi> Darn shame.
<Optimal> Tell me, you four. Have you ever wanted to talk to your creator? Just for a bit?
<Daedalus> "HALT DEN MUND!! I HAVE NO CREATOR!" Victor denied.
<Daedalus> He doesn't want to hear it, obviously. Made him stubborn like that. Athiest by nature too.
<Optimal> It's alright Victor. I am not here to harm you. None of us are. Well… except for Procy…
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<Optimal> See? Bit of a dick, but we love him.
<Daedalus> Hermann breaks down into an existential crisis. He begins to remember all of what has happened in his life, a product of someone's writing.
<Daedalus> "Elise… Ester… they…" I made up their names on the spot, Victor. "But… they…" Yes, I wrote what happened to them. Monday, Billy, Lucien, Natalya… all my characters.
<Daedalus> "You… you are a God?" He asks, fearful. I'm not a God.
<Optimal> In a way, he actually is. Not the "God" you perceive, but he did create you.
<Daedalus> Victor reads Optimal's words, "Then my entire life is a… story?" He asks.
<Optimal> Well… yes. But all of our lives are stories. Even ours.
<Optimal> Pretty crazy isn't it?
<Daedalus> "It's completely insane…" He shakes his head, "The sum of my life is a story made up by 'Daedalus'."
<GraemeCracker> How's Hermann the German doing over here?
<DrSavage> But we shape each other's lives, in here and out where we are. We're not the top tier, as it were.
<Daedalus> He's wrapping his head around the concept. Oh, and I call him Victor now.
<GraemeCracker> Like for victory?
<Daedalus> "Don't tell them my name!" He quickly says, not realizing that it doesn't matter if people know his real name.
<DrSavage> We know your name. Even if you don't tell us.
<GraemeCracker> We have a whole article about everything you are, for that matter.
<Daedalus> It's on your character sheet.
<Daedalus> "What?"
<Daedalus> Your history, stats, and general attitude, all written down.
<DrSavage> So is everyone's really. No point in keeping that a secret.
<Daedalus> ^
<Daedalus> Hermann sighs, "So I am just a character in a story, is that it? In some sort of game?"
<Daedalus> Sort of.
<Daedalus> "That answers nothing."
<Optimal> In short, yes.
<Optimal> But you have much more meaning than "just a game".
<Daedalus> You serve as a very important foil to many characters, but he's right, you're more than that.
<DrSavage> Very true. You are unique. There will not be another like you.
<DrSavage> It is more likely than not we would allow something like that to occur. Otherwise it would trivialize you.
<Daedalus> Well, Kevin was similar, but he was Lawful Evil and you're Neutral Evil.
<Daedalus> "What does that even mean?! None of you make any sense!"
<DrSavage> Hmmm, but not the same.
<Daedalus> "So that's it then? The summation of my life is a pointless plot? Everything I've lost… everything I'd gained… simply scribbled onto a sheet…"
<GraemeCracker> Eh, more like several sheets intermingled with other peoples' sheets.
<DrSavage> That is a grim way to see it. There's much more to it than that. In theory you could say the same of us. But how would we ever know?
<Daedalus> "Then you have a God too?" Hermann ponders how deep the rabbit hole goes.
<Optimal> Oh shit. Client's lagging.
<GraemeCracker> Maybe. If we do, they haven't dragged us out yet.
<Optimal> [ERROR]
<Optimal> [ERROR]
<Optimal> The hell…
<Optimal> [SERVER RESET INNITIATED]
<Daedalus> Be good to your daughter, Hermann.
<Optimal> Lis, Randall, Hermann and Lloyd, the world you knew is coming back to you. You begin to feel restricted by… limbs. The walls begin to close in. You are words are no more. Your thoughts become secret once more. You begin to fade back into place. You fade into a familiar setting. It feels as if you never left.
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd sits on the sofa, picking the dirt from under his nails. He looks up, frowning.
<Optimal> The commons is back to the way it is supposed to be, the way it should be…
<Daedalus> Hermann blinks. He looks up from his newspaper and picks his pipe up from off the floor.
<GraemeCracker> "…Damn it, got deja vu."
<DrSavage> "Hmmmm.."
<Optimal> All of you retain the memories of what you have just witnessed…
<Nemi> ".. that was surreal. Did I just talk to God?"
<Daedalus> "That was… Gott…" He looks around, "What was that?"
<Optimal> The only thing irregular here is the plethora of armed guards pointing their weaponry at your forehead.
<Optimal> "GET ON THE GROUND."
<Optimal> "NOW."
<Daedalus> Hermann complies.
<DrSavage> Randall complies. There are tears in his eyes.
<GraemeCracker> "WOAH, HEY." Lloyd drops to the ground, grimacing.
<Optimal> There is no mercy in the actions of the guards. They sternly and borderline violently grab all of their wrists and bind them in cuffs.
<GraemeCracker> ~…Graymay, can' yat lend a feller a hand here?~
<Nemi> Lis drops and complies!
<Daedalus> Hermann grumbles as they cuff him, "What have we done?!"
- weizhong is now known as weitoobusy
<Optimal> The guards, despite their efforts, appear a tad frightened, and also angry. "DO NOT SPEAK A WORD, OPERATIVE." After they have securely cuff everyone, the guards grab them and force them down the hallway to containment.
<GraemeCracker> "Shit…They're gonna make sure we don't make anythin' outta this."
<Daedalus> "You're being very unreasonable! We haven't done anything!"
<Nemi> Lis silently goes as bid! So compliant!
<Optimal> Once the guards and their subjects make it down to containment, they walk past the rows of horrid monstrosities and guides them into a room somewhere at the back of the long hallway.
<Optimal> "I SAID QUIET HERR AUSTERLITZ."
<Daedalus> He frowns loudly and remains silent.
<GraemeCracker> ~Thought he said my liver'd be what killed me…~
<Optimal> The guards guide each Psi-7 operative to a secured chair and sit them down. They begin to adjust leather straps on all of them.
<GraemeCracker> "Hey, what's the big idea?"
<Daedalus> Hermann is reminded of his own experiments, but pushes the thought out of his head.
<Nemi> * Lis taps her feet impatiently.
<DrSavage> "They're going to make us forget."
<Optimal> The guards back off next to the door and against the walls. A man at the far side of the room in front of them seems to be busy organizing things at a table.
<Optimal> Filling cups.
<Nemi> "Mhm.."
<GraemeCracker> "Great…"
<Optimal> The man turns around, four medicine cups in hand. His red bow tie gleams in the light.
<Daedalus> Hermann begins to chuckle, then laugh, than full on cackle.
<Optimal> "I am sorry. I am just following orders."
<Nemi> "I understand."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd sighs, a look of defeat across his mug. "It's alright. Ain't like you can do anything about it."
<Optimal> Frederick goes over to Lis first and brings the cup up to her mouth. He looks at Lloyd. "Trust me…" then looks at the guns. "I don't like this either…"
<Optimal> "Please open wide Lis."
<Nemi> Lis shuts her eyes and opens wide!
<Optimal> "Thank you." Fred dumps the pills in her mouth. He goes over to Randall next. "Please."
<DrSavage> Randall only looks at him, like something inside just died.
<Optimal> "Randall, please open your mouth."
<Optimal> Lis is quickly knocked out by the powerful drug.
<GraemeCracker> "If you don't, yer creator'll do it for ya."
<Optimal> "…"
<DrSavage> Tears roll down Randall's face. "I liked you, Fred." He opens his mouth, and you can see just how betrayed he feels.
<Optimal> "…I'm sorry." Fred pours the drug down his throat. He then goes to Lloyd. "Lloyd, if you will."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd nods, prying his jaw open.
<Nemi> Lis is out like a light. Or, well, looks like it. She doesn't have the heart to tell Fred that she doesn't have a digestive system and that she's technically dead. Fortunately, a nearby tech helps her discharge, and she goes into an unconscious state.
<Optimal> The powerful drug travels down Lloyd's throat as Fred empties the cup.
<DrSavage> "…Are…you?" Randall's body handles these chemicals a little different than he used to but its not going to change the result.
<Optimal> Lastly, Frederick walks over to Hermann. "Hermann. Please open your mouth."
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd shudders, frowning at the chemical taste left in his throat.
<Optimal> "…Hermann. Please."
<Daedalus> Hermann smiles at him wide, "Mr. Ibel… Optimal… what should I call you?" He laughs, "I have one thing to say…" He begins to rave like a madman, "Daedalus! If you can hear me, you cannot control me! I am VICTOR ROTHSCHILD, AND I AM MY OWN GOD!!!" He opens his mouth wide.
<Optimal> "…" Without a change of expression, Fred dumps the drug down Hermann's throat. He then turns to one of the guards. "Alright, it's done. What now?"
<GraemeCracker> Lloyd tiredly peers over to the maddened Hermann, sighing. "Quiet down, Doc…Tryin' to hold out here."
<Optimal> One of the guards then walks up from behind and forces a pill down Fred's own throat, then releases. "…Oh."
<Optimal> Then everything fades away.