I mean, the player was seeing reports of the attacks and stuff in real life. Kinda hard to fake that. Though, realistically, I give the game mere hours before it becomes 90-95% deserted. Most people are going to be too preoccupied finding remote places to hole up and survive the apparent zombie outbreak to give a crap about logging into a game.
Sanctuary isn't just a game though. It's everything in this world.
Think about what it was like in Ready Player One; everyone was logged into the Oasis pretty much 24/7, they went to school there, they hung out there, they spent all their time there because the real world was shit and it had everything a person needed and it was free. I'm not saying that a zombie outbreak wouldn't change things but I wouldn't be surprised if people just locked their doors and then retreated back to the one place that's most familiar to them.
Add in the fact that the cure is supposedly inside Sanctuary and you'll have a lot of people who'll keep playing to try and find it.
If this were a tabletop game I would totally agree with you. But since it's not... well, I dunno.
I think what he means is that in this futuristic world video footage can be falsified with near photo realistic quality pretty easily. Until people see a zombie in real life they may just pass off the news reports as promotional material for the new event.
“I’m telling my parents either way. They already know about all this stuff so I’ve got nothing to hide; I’m not going to lie to them.”
Stepping up next Sora picked up one of the few remaining talismans and held it in front of him, not really looking at it at all as he thought over everything he had just heard. It seemed that the supernatural world was a lot larger than he knew; even knowing that everything he had seen all these years was real, he only ever thought about the supernatural in terms of the little lights he would see in the forest at night, or the dancing dragon he saw flying over a placid lake, or the old smoke spirit who had someone made its way to being part of his family tree.
But the supernatural world was larger and more dangerous than that. He knew that sometimes monsters attacked people, he’d read about demons and ogre and about trickster foxes and malevolent spirits. His parents had warned him not to wander too far into the forest and night and never to follow one of the lights no matter how enticing they looked. But 1 in 1000 was already a number far higher than anything he expected; 1 in 3 was terrifying to think about. Turning over the talisman Sora read the short blurb on the back.
Enenra are the personification of smoke, born from the fires lit by farmers to dispose of the remains of their harvest, they manifest as faces in the wisps of smoke that rise up into the air. Thought to have some relation to Lord Enma, the judge of the dead, it is believed that Enenra may actually be the spirits of the dead rising along with the smoke to the afterlife, or perhaps acting as guides for the departed.
It was nothing that he hadn’t heard before; you don’t just tell a child he is descended from a Yokai and not expect him to read everything he can about them. Sora also wasn’t sure if the accuracy of their psychic was a good or a bad thing for him. For now he supposed it meant whoever had made this talisman for him at least knew what they were doing.
Placing the paper on his chest Sora didn’t feel anything at first. No strange tingling, no rush of power, no burning pain in his souls. He didn’t feel anything. In fact, he couldn’t feel anything at all. It was like his body didn’t exist anymore, not quite numb but somehow senseless in a way that was hard to describe. Airy and insubstantial, like a sudden breeze would carry him away and he was surprised that he hadn’t already floated off. As suddenly as it had begun the feeling subsided and he could feel his body again, though it now felt somehow heavy and restrictive in its solid presence.
Letting out a deep sigh the air in front of Sora was quickly filled with a cloud of thin smoke, wispy tendrils floating up in front of his face and already beginning to disappear. He waved a hand in front of his face to dispel the cloud, wondering at the fact that the room now smelt like the familiar fragrance of burning wood.
As the screen faded to black and the portal opened up behind them Artorigus let out a sigh and crouched down, staring at the place where the robed figure had just been displayed a moment ago. “This isn’t part of the tournament is it?”
Tapping a finger on the hilt of his katana, Artorigus let the rhetorical question hang in the air as he thought. This place, whatever it was, resembled a Halo installation, which fit with the Flood infected thing they’d seen outside and probably meant it had something to do with all of this. Whatever this ‘infection’ was must be based on the Flood from the Halo franchise. What the Flood was doing here on Planet Doom though, far away from the Halo based worlds was anyone’s guess.
Springing up from his crouch suddenly Artorigus strode forward and took one of the remaining Anti-Viral Icons, turning it over and over in his hand; it looked like a badge of some kind, something to be worn or attached to something else. “Did we accidentally trigger another quest? Sounds like a pretty big one whatever it is; admin event maybe? Pretty unfair of them to hi-jack a private tournament to announce it though.”
Turning towards the others he switched his attention from Ekloria to Kaptaan to see if they had anything to add. However, before they could say anything he was distracted by a private message notification, then another, and then another until the message alert became a constant noise. Opening up his menu to see what was going on Artorigus was surprised to see messages from almost everyone in his contacts list, often several, asking about the quest they had just received.
“Yeah, it must be a Sanctuary-wide event. We weren’t the only ones to see that message. Looks like it was broadcast everywhere, not just here but the real world as well; the part with our names wasn't included though. Too bad, it would have been cool to be famous.”
I'm just going to go ahead and official retire from this RP. I've fallen so far behind and there's no way I can keep up with the rest of you while putting the amount of details into my posts that I'd want to.
Also, quick question, are we going to be able to acquire flying vehicles at a later time in the RP? 'Cuz I'd really like to have an Arwing for myself later if possible... <_<
I don't see any reason why space flight should be limited to just clans; solo players need to travel between planets as well and they can't always rely on buying transport. The book included things like X-Wings for personal travel and I've got my eye on a personal space craft myself, so hopefully there's room for a dogfight in the future.
I finally got around to writing this. It's about time I gave Artorigus some defensive items I think.
He'll only be wearing one of these at a time.
Name: Bandit Roid Shield Unique: Common Image: Link to Item: borderlands.wikia.com/wiki/Roid_Shield Description of function: A rechargeable energy shield that when depleted grants the wearer increased damage from melee weapons and physical attacks.
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Name: Maliwan Elemental Spike Shield (Shock) Unique: Common Image: Link to Item: borderlands.wikia.com/wiki/Spike_Shield Description of function: A rechargeable energy shield that deals elemental damage (in this case electric/shock damage) when struck with a melee attack.
In this 'inspired by Ready Player One but not actually Ready Player One' universe Zeroing out is not actually a thing; dying during a quest means losing any items or loot obtained during that quest but it does not mean the permanent deletion of the character and loss of all items that you see in the book/movie. Stealing items from the dead is also out unfortunately, artefacts have to be wagered to trade hands on death. You'll have to change a few details about your character to fit that I'm afraid.
Otherwise, glad to see Dark Souls so well represented and glad to have another melee focused character in the RP even if he does need to rely on magic like a noob. Artorigus will gladly give the Pilgrim a duel should he be up for it; he'll even wager his Demon's Spear against that fancy blessed claymore of his.
It was no good. When the ‘Mana Arrow’ struck the rock it just deformed on impact rather than penetrate as it was supposed to; it was like an arrow made out of clay, it had right shape but it just wasn’t strong enough to withstand the impact with the target. That was the catch. In order to pierce through an object the arrow would need to be harder than what it was impacting against, or else the arrow would bend and break before the target. It looked like just reshaping the mana wasn’t enough to give it new properties.
How had Mourningstar managed to create her crescent shaped blade then? There didn’t seem to be anything different in principle between what he was doing now and what she had done back then, so why did her spell work and his fail? Maybe Wisps just had a better affinity for this kind of magic compared to Pixies; they was supposed to be the healing class after all, based on his starting spells, while the Wisps were more like Black Mages.
So maybe it would take a little bit more effort for him to make this work. That was no reason to be discouraged, it didn’t mean it was impossible after all; he just needed to rethink things a little. The obvious answer would be to strengthen the integrity of the arrow somehow. Oberon had tried something similar earlier when he had attempted to make the Mana Orb stronger by surrounding it in a Shield spell; the theory was that by making the Mana Orb harder it would lose less force on impact and do more damage.
The end result of that experiment had been rather different than he had expecting, with the Shield Spell absorbing the energy of the Mana Orb somehow and creating a kind of barrier. Oberon still intended on exploring that result a bit more in the future, but now wasn’t the time for that.
Perhaps instead of simply reshaping the mana into an arrow-like shape wasn’t the right approach. Maybe he should also try condensing the mana at the same time, compressing the same amount of mana into a smaller, sharpened projectile that would have more structural integrity and be able to survive the impact with the target.
With no other ideas in mind Oberon decided to put that theory to the test, forming a ball of mana between his hands before reaching out with Mana Shape to begin moulding it. The question was whether he should compress it first and then shape it, or shape it and then compress it; it was probably better to compress it while it was shaped liked an orb first, as it would be easier to uniformly shrink it down when it was in such a regular configuration.
Oberon progressed carefully, not entirely sure what would happen when he began applying pressure to the mana to compress it; this was a volatile and dangerous force he was messing with her after all. It did not, as he had feared, explode however and eventually he managed to squeeze the Mana Orb down to about a third of the size. With this step done he began the process of forming the mana into an arrow, making sure to keep up the pressure that was keeping the mana compressed even as it fought to return to its normal density. Finally, he took the completed arrow and refined the shape a little more, sharpening the point and ensuring that the projectile was perfectly straight.
The resulting projectile was similar in appearance to his last attempt, just a third of the size and slightly darker coloured due to the same amount of mana being forced into a smaller package. Oberon had to admit, he did not feel safe holding it in between his hands any longer and, as much to get rid of it as see the result, he let the arrow fly at the same rock he had targeted before.
As he examined the results of his latest attempt Oberon heard a voice calling from somewhere high above him. Craning his neck to look above him he saw the Pixie from earlier, the one who had been speaking to Mourningstar before he decided to set himself on fire, peering towards the entrance of the cave and saying something about Goblin’s heading their way.
Standing up Oberon flew up until he was hovering next to Ardur, looking in the same direction and seeing the same torches that he could. He couldn’t see how many there were from this distance, but the way the torches were spread out in a line all across the cave gave him an idea and it wasn’t good for them.
“There still pretty far away, but I don’t think we have much time left.”
Attempted to fire a "Compressed Mana Arrow" Flew up to Ardur's level Spotted approaching Goblins
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