@Canadians: So... Toronto and Calgary=Bad.
I'm sure one day this knowledge will be perfectly necessary in my life.
And when that day comes... I will have forgotten.
So I'm going to be heading out for a week long vacation on Saturday.
I won't have access to my spreadsheet, so I'm going to let Link to Future take over for GMing for the week or the remainder of the game. I haven't decided that part yet
Anyway, I've had fun GMing so far, but I know Link and can trust him with access to the confidential stuff.
Any objections before I send him the spreadsheet?
@Redlin: I do what I can in this crazy mixed up online world.
@Berenzen: The only redeeming feature of the Leafs is they provide solid comedic entertainment. Hence my other avatar of their captain falling flat on his ass.
@Will: It will. Stick to the East Coast, Vancouver and Edmonton, and maybe the rest of the prairies during Spring and Fall.
@Zero: It happens man. Enjoy the trip, we'll see you when you get back.
@Jak: A tribute to an underrated game franchise. I can dig it.
It?s funny?when I used to die, the next memory I would have was of living again. Everything before that had seemed like some sort of distant dream; it all was mashed into a hodgepodge of blended experience and melded memory. Everything would fade from one thing to the next so surreally: the day to day banalities, the horrific manner of my not-so-final demise, the supposed ?JIB?.
Bah?to even invoke a sacred figure in conjunction with the god-forsaken ritual. Now to me it almost seemed hilarious?almost?
But now, I remembered everything. I felt everything. My past lives were no longer past lives but continuations of my original. There was no more hard reset in my mind?every time I had been horrifically killed sat in the forefront of my mind. The guilt from every human that had been laid to rest by my hand through lynching or through murder still floated heavily over my soul.
And between the time I died and the time I set foot once again on earth, I was left alone in a vast expanse of nothingness. I felt that this realm had some connection with those who hid beyond our sight but they had never bothered me while I sat by myself. I was just left to stew in my eternal damnation; left to savor every moment of my tortured guilt in a silent, uncaring expanse.
God...I wish I had never opened that damned book.
What was this?
A pulling?something was pulling me back to Earth once again? What could possibly want me back/
The administrator is unable to continue?
What? What did this mean? Why was I?
The show must go on.
No?.no?why would they make me facilitate again? Why did they take such pleasure in torturing me?
You tried to stop us?but you only strengthen us. The one you have summoned takes a shining on your fate. Feel blessed by our embrace.
Blessed? This was no blessing. This was a curse.
Entertain us or we will consume.
As my body shifted back into its corporeal form, I sighed. They were right?I would give in this time. The only way we stood a chance of ever freeing ourselves was to play along for now. One day we would be free?we would find our way.
Today was not that day.
A lump began to form in the back of my throat as I stood before the darkened soundstage. The stage around me was dressed like some sort of mockery of America?s Funniest Home Videos. A large high-definition screen was built into the wall behind me to give the audience a glorious view of the carnage that would likely be displayed behind me very soon. The people sitting in the bleachers in front of me murmured with excitement in anticipation of the show they were about to indulge in. I cringed?the entire proceeding still shocked me. The influence of the dark ones was obvious when the common people become so willing to participate in making the grim ritual a nationwide sensation.
The tweed jacket they dressed me in itched. My nerves were building as the moment approached. I took a cigarette from the pack in my back pocket and placed it in my mouth. I?m still not sure why this particular action is the trigger to my newly acquired darkside but in situations like this I am not one to question it. As I lit it, my cares faded. My conscience rolled over an feel asleep. My fears dissipated into the darkness. All that was left was my role in all of this.
As the stage lights came roaring on, I was no longer the fearful fool who had accelerated the end times. I was their avatar, full of sleazy confidence and misplaced swagger.
In some situations, the darkness is more appealing than the light.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Link_to_Future, and I am taking over hosting duties for our dearest Zero while he is out of town. I don't really need to explain what's going on here or what's at stake so I'll just give you the list as it currently stands:
But worry not everyone. This list won't stay this way for long. The darkness is drifting once again. You won't be deprived of your entertainment for too much longer.
[HEADING=2]The killer has struck. Check your inboxes but don't touch that dial.[/HEADING]
Why did I have to talk? Why do I always have to talk?
It's OK, he probably didn't even notice me call him killer, and if he did he'll leave me alone as to not rouse suspicion! Or the others will kill him before he he can do anything!
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Stupid Spy. Why did he have to give me that message! Where is everyone? Why isn't someone trying to help me!? It's all his fault! Stupid spy... Well if I'm going down, HE's going down with me!
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There's his house... Maybe he can help me. With him on my side, I'd stand a chance against the killer! And if he won't help me, I'll just buy him off!
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Why even bother knocking? He won't help. My supposed "friends" won't want to come near me, much less help me. I don't have any friends, any family. Why am I even fighting this?
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I'm done fighting. No matter what I do, he'll find a way to kill me. That's why I'm not running as he walks toward me with his gun pointed at my head.
"No tricks!", I yell, "There's no need to delay the inevitable."
At this he presses the gun to my head.
"One thing. Can it be quick?" I ask.
"No"
@Schiz: I'm telling you man. You got some dark powers behind you there.
@Sky: What? I'm totally not involved in any Japanese sumo match fixing, if that's what your implying. Definitely not. The New Zealand sheep sheering championships, now that I had a hand in.
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