Duoya

closed

Will try and post later today.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

Will post sometime later today.

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

Brent Young

Nearest player: @GoodLuckTuck

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Deep darkness permeated Brent's vision as he slowly began to awaken, his closed eyelids shading his surroundings in darkness. The air in his apartment felt far cooler, and his body was sore nearly everywhere. If that wasn't even enough, his bed was hard as stone, and he realized he may have fell onto the floor in his sleep. This seemed strange, but as his consciousness grew stronger, he soon began to remember details - he hadn't fallen to sleep. In fact, the last thing he remembered was being on his computer... Yes, he was filling out that strange email he received. Everything after that was fuzzy, almost nonexistent. Brent simply deduced that he must have spent the rest of the night grinding on one of the MMO's he played, eventually passing out from exhaustion. Brent immediately bolted upwards however, realizing that he hadn't woken up to his alarm - he woke up on his own. Today was a Wednesday, he had work... If he rushed, perhaps he could make it to work before he got chewed out. Upon rising from the hard surface he was laying against, Brent opened his eyes to see the world.

The walls were lined with shelves, upon which various cleaning supplies and miscellaneous objects sat, such as a mop that laid diagonally against the opposite corner. Everywhere in his vision, from the shelves to the disgusting floor he was sleeping on, was coated in a thick, oppressive dust. As if the room hadn't been touched in ages. The most mysterious part of it all was that their were no footprints that broke the dust - somehow, he was taken to this room, and he didn't even know how the culprit could have managed such a feat. The surroundings were unlike anything in his meager apartment, and the thought of being unable to show up to work was gone from his mind. The only thing that he was thinking of was the very real threat that he had been kidnapped, and was being held hostage. Looking down, Brent saw that he was completely unbound, a surprise considering he seemed to be kidnapped.

But that was not all - a pack laid at his feet, a quick investigation revealing it's contents - 4 plastic bottles of a clear liquid, presumably water. 6 bars in a bland white packaging, lacking even a nutrition table. A matchbox which had a large number of matches, somewhere between 30 and 50. The item at the bottom was a small pocket knife, not enough to defend oneself reliably in a fight, but a very nice tool. Finally, the bag itself was made of a Nylon fabric, and had far more space than was necessary to hold the meager supplies. Placing most of the items back into his bag, he zipped it up and slid the large bag onto his back. In his hand was the small knife, fingers resting against the blade and prepared to unfold it should he meet his assailant. The knife would surely be of little use considering it's small size, but any weapon was better than none. Shakily reaching his free hand towards the door, and giving a silent turn, the door appeared to be unlocked. The fact that the door was unlocked and he wasn't even bound up led Brent to a single conclusion - he most likely wasn't kidnapped, or at the very least, the kidnapper didn't intend to keep him in one location. He was nearly about to open the door when a small, barely audible voice managed to pierce the thick wooden door.

"H-Hello?"

The voice nearly caused Brent to yell in surprise, but he managed to keep his voice muffled. Someone else was outside the door, and their voice, while very soft, was easy to tell the owner was a woman. Sliding the pocket knife into his pants pocket, he gently opened the door, prepared to pull the knife out should he need to. After all, he would probably be able to overpower her if she tried to attack him... Unless she was the culprit, and had a better weapon than a few inches of sharp metal. He swiftly made his way out of the closet, which he now recognized as a janitors closet - the area he was in appeared to be the ground level of a fabulous hotel. Or, a once fabulous hotel, as the entire place was coated in dust and dilapidated with age. Sunlight poked through many yellowed windows and the occasional holes in the walls, dust specking the rays of light. Despite his best efforts, stealth was an impossibility. The floors were creaky and did so at the slightest pressure, occasionally making a slight noise of their own volition. The rug was partially eaten, Brent praying that the large sections missing in the fabric were caused by moths rather than something... larger. Brent made his way to the desk before realizing that he didn't know where to go - the staircase further to the right seemed to be an option, but considering the disrepair of the place, climbing to higher floors was clearly not in his best interest. He could leave, but the barely transparent windows of the hotel revealed that the surroundings were unfamiliar - a dark forest, despite the rays of sun that poked through the windows. Hoping to avoid a more dangerous change of scenery, Brent realized his only course of action.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Calling out to the voice was a risky tactic, but it was the safest of his available ones. Worst case scenario, the woman reveals herself to be the culprit behind his awakening in this strange place and he may die. Best case scenario, she's a police officer looking for a Mr. Young who disappeared from his home, and he would be taken out of this nightmare. Either way, it's better than walking out into the forest unarmed.

Afterlife: Dead Sun [Recruitment]

Intrested

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

@Crimmy
Either works for me, but I think I'm the only one forming the legs, so probably both.

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

@Crimmy
I was thinking about doing a mecha that dug under ground and sent drill missiles upwards to attack enemies. Haven't though about component part, but I guess I'll be legs since those are still open.

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

Will try and post sometime tonight, but will definitely have a post up by Sunday at the latest.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Clyde Fisher

@Rune_Alchemist

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Clyde had just taken several bites of the bar in his hand, when the charger that was in his other was gently removed from his hand. A few words of gratitude escaped the woman's mouth, before she immediately began to charge her own phone.

"Ugh, I don't know what they drugged us with but it was definitely not the fun stuff."

She then chuckled, before drinking from one of the 5 water bottles resting at Clyde's side, half of the liquid disappearing as she continued to chug. Clyde nodded in response, all to aware of the feeling - He hated those kinds of drugs. The feeling of weightlessness, the lightheadedness, all combined with the slow dulling of thoughts and consciousness. It made him feel as if he was getting euthanized, that he would never wake up again. It was the reason he always wanted the shots of pain medication rather than getting gas.

Halsey's gaze seemed to narrow slightly and, following it, Clyde saw what she was glaring at - The boy from earlier was talking to the couple, but Clyde chose not to focus in on what they were saying. It would be rude if he did. Whatever it was they were talking about, Lukas kept the same cocky attitude as before. Halsey muttered something under her breath, but Clyde wasn't paying close enough attention to catch what she said. Instead, he chose to understand his situation - he was currently hundreds of feet underwater, in a train going at an undetermined speed, but presumably extremely fast, inside of a glass tube. Inside of the train, in the glass tube at the bottom of the sea, there were dozens of children who possessed supernatural capabilities, some of whom were even armed. That helped him focus off of the fact that he was talking to a girl, a prospect that may be even more terrifying.

"You uh, alright there bud? Breathing is usually beneficial to you know, uh living, so maybe try doing a bit more of that and a bit less of whatever this is."

The calm words seemed to shake him back to reality - He was staring off into space while looking at the showoff and couple, and his breathing was quick and quiet, almost hyperventilating. He did this often when he was deep in thought, and it always embarrassed him when someone pointed it out. Blushing, he turned his head away in embarrassment and calmed his breathing down to his usual, deep breaths.

"The Name's Halsey. Got a name yourself? Or do you just go by the lord of horrible tasting protein bars?"

The blush immediately vanished as Clyde realized what was occurring - was he... making a friend?

Yes! Internally, Clyde was overjoyed to finally have made his first friend and, as calmly and naturally as he could, he turned to face her as he introduced himself.

"Oh, uh, my name is Clyde. Wait, how did you know these protein bars sucked-"

Clyde jumped slightly as the announcement sounded throughout the train car, cutting him off. The woman on the announcement proceeded to explain their situations, and what they would be doing upon making it to the academy itself. The fact that they were nearly there already was very surprising, as Clyde had only been awake for a few minutes. Breakfast sounded fantastic considering he had only eaten his protein bars, but his hunger was overpowered by fear. What did they mean by evaluation? Sure, she said that it was to test their abilities, but would it effect their grades? Would they be kicked out of the academy if they performed badly? Questions flew around Clyde's mind for the rest of the train ride, seconds ticking away slowly on his phone's clock.

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

Brent Young

Green_Knight has signed on

"Oh hello Green_Knight, I'm so glad you came. Let's begin the interview. What's your real name? First and last please."

"Nice to meet you as well, I guess. My name is Brent Young, put I'm used to people referring to me by my online name, 'Green Knight'."

"Ah, I see, okay how old are you?"

"I'm 22, if that's important."

"Hmm...This is more personal but what's your sexuality?"

"... Don't see how that's relevant, but I think I like girls. I never liked a real girl though. I'm more into the female characters in my games to be honest." (He's straight, but thanks to a lack of female interaction throughout his youth, he is mostly attracted to female game and anime characters. He may develop romantic feeling for a real woman (maybe even a man), however, if he spends extended periods of time with them.)

"Are you a man or woman?"

"Man."

"What do you look like? You can send a picture of describe yourself, though an image will help me more."

Appearance

"What's your occupation?"

"I work at an Insurance agency, and it sucks."

"How would you describe your personality?"

"People have called me brutal, but I like to think they meant brutally efficient. I always try to be as efficient as possible, diligently working on a task until I finish it. I'm not... I wouldn't say I'm a very good people person. That's probably why I don't work customer support, lol. I like to call myself a realist - I've never really tried hoping for miracles or doing things that waste energy. But most of all, I believe that I'm loyal - I've never left a guild on my own, and I'm always the first person to take a role that no one else wants to. After all, if I do the job no one else wants to, things will go more smoothly. I could be called a team player, but I honestly do it for myself. I like to start things as early as possible, and don't want to be slowed down by trivial things I can solve by taking them into my own hands."

"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?"

"I'm 5'11 and weigh 160 lbs, but I don't see why this matters."

"What's your favorite color?"

"If you couldn't tell from my online name, it's Green."

"What type of person interests you romantically?"

"Well, I'm honestly okay with pretty much anyone. The characters I like are pretty different, but I guess they share a couple traits. I don't like people who are mean or rude, and shorter 'girly-girls' are usually my type. But, uh... Are you coming on to me?"

"This question can be skipped, but it's most essential to my study so I'd prefer an honest answer. Know that you're in a safe place here with me, no one else will ever have to know. Do you have any physical/mental disabilities? Any traumas?"

"... I... I hallucinate sometimes. Psychologist said it was triggered by 'stress', but I'm pretty sure he was pulling that out of his ass. It happens at random, but mostly happens when I stay idle... Sometimes it's pretty normal, like shadows in the corner of my eyes, but other times... I don't really feel comfortable talking about it. The hallucinations seem to affect all of my senses, but they only rarely happen as long as I'm busy... As long as I keep working, they don't come as often... Don't tell anyone, I'm not getting sent to a mental ward."

"What gaming genre do you prefer to play when feeding your addiction?"

"I like third-person shooters and MMOs, but my favorite genres are Visual Novels and JRPGs. JRPGs especially, they keep me busy grinding and not focusing on my... 'condition'."

"Share some of your history with me."

"Alright. I'm going to give you the abridged version, since I don't want to spend the next couple hours writing up my life story. My dad raised me for as long as I can remember, I'm an only child, and my mom was apparently a drug addict my social worker father tried to help. Nobody knows where she is now, and I honestly don't really care. I grew up pretty normal all things considered. I was home schooled, and my grades weren't the best, but dad was proud of me at least. He got me a computer at 8, and he was even the person that introduced me to games and anime. Every night we finished dinner we would always clean up as quick as possible, before racing to our PCs and duking it out in some game. We argue a lot over the stupidest stuff, like what games were better than their competition, or the message that people put into their games and movies (I don't care what he says, "Magical Girl Cooking Conquest" is a series with deep themes about religion and the human spirit). My life continued with this sort of melancholy, until I got into an... accident at the age of 17.

I had just got my learners, and was driving down the road at... 2 AM? It's hard to remember. Moral is, I was pretty tired at the time, and didn't notice the truck that was speeding down the opposing lane. I continued, not noticing him refuse to halt for the red light. He probably thought he could run it since there was only a few people around, and my headlights were off... Next thing I remember, I was blind in a hospital bed. I could only panic briefly before the doctor managed to explain it to me though - I was in a horrible car accident, and was almost certainly going to die. My only option was an experimental surgery using nano machines, which mt father hastily agreed to. I made a nearly miraculous recovery, and with only temporary blindness as my eyes recovered. Grateful thatmy lack of eyesight was only gone for a few days, I spent most of my time listening to the news - Oil running extremly low, some advancements in solar energy, people crying about the state of the world. Same as always. When the bandages came off, everything was made of bubbles... Not joking, it was like the entire room was made of soap bubbles, even the features on the doctor's face.

I made sure not to let anyone know what I saw - I knew that they would lock me up in a crazy person's hospital, they'd use me as a guinea pig to figure out what went wrong with their surgery. I wasn't going to let that happen. I was kept in the hospital for the next few days, and slowly, my hallucinations became more distorted. I saw the world as vines, flesh, candy, some TRON-style hologram, and as time went on, more of my senses seemed to be affected. When I looked it up later, it seemed that sight played an integral role in interpreting the other senses. I never told a soul, and my strange behavior at random times caused me to get sent to a psychologist. I lied about my problem, only saying that I sometimes saw things that weren't there, to which he simply responded 'stress'. Guy is a total hack...

Anyways, I quickly learned how to avoid my disorder - When I'm busy, it rarely happens. Hell, I can probably count the number of times it happened while I was focusing on one hand. So, I became more productive. My grades quickly improved as studying was a more attractive option than seeing non-existent spiders crawl from my toilet and chase me. I quickly progressed in my gaming, and I even have a pretty big reputation on some of the MMOs I play. Despite everything I did, however, nights were always godawful. I just had to try and sleep, even when I feel something rub against my face in an empty room. Anyways, I eventually 'graduated' my home schooling, and dad used his connections to get me a pretty comfy job as an insurance agent. I have to talk to clients sometimes, but besides that, I enjoy it. I moved out at 20, and started saving money - after all, I wanted to retire young and spend my time gaming. I had mostly gotten comfortable with my condition, but sleep was still hell. Eventually, I found your email, and I decided to take a look after seeing you describe your game."

"Your strengths?"

"I'm able to work on nearly anything, no matter how mind numbing, for hours on end. Additionally, I'm able to maximize efficiency of things pretty easily. Management games, while not very fun, are incredibly easy for me thanks to this. Finally, I have a basic knowledge of human physiology and a proficient understanding of psychology thanks to years of studying possible causes for my condition."

"Your fears and weaknesses?"

"I don't feel comfortable telling you, but hey, I already told you my biggest secret. I have an extremely hard time communicating with other people directly. I can talk over voice chat and stuff, but looking them face-to-face ain't happening. Additionally, I'm almost always extremely tired from lack of sleep and insomnia. I'm pretty afraid of the dark, but most of all, I'm terrified of my condition worsening. I've seen some god awful stuff, and the longest time an episode has gone on was just over 15 hours... If I have to go through something like that for even longer, I'm not sure if I could take it. I'm not used to creative thinking, however, and strategy games aren't my cup of tea."

"What role do you play in your games?"

"Usually healer, since no one wants to play them. If not healer, tank is also pretty common."

"What do you hope to gain by participating in my game?"

"I'm looking to just have some fun. My life is all work, and I want to try and cut loose a little bit. If I can help someone do a study while doing that, so be it."

A dull thunk, and Brents vision immediatly began to fade.

Super Invincible Max God Century [Insert Fancy Robot Name Here] [Insert Number of Component Parts] - Mecha RPG Interest Check, Working Title

@Crimmy
I'd also like to be a pilot, but I would probably be fine with most roles. 5 is ideal for components. Attack-wise, gotta go with the classic - Punching is already cool, punching with a GIANT ROBOT is only cooler.