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The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Penguin
Guy [M]
By: Tux Date: August 19, 2016, 10:15 pm
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[Edit 10-07-2017-CE: This story has now been closed. No more
posts will be made. T.E.C Chapters 1, 2 and 3 (well, none of
them were even finished, let alone started in the first place)
are now considered non-canonical in The Alliance Universe. The
story will pick up at Chapter 4: The Children of the Stars (In
Writing).]
Warning: The follow may (Ok, probably will) contain:
~ Strong Adult Themes
~ Strong Science Fiction/Fantasy Violence
~ Mild Sexual References
~ Strong Fictional Drug References
~ Strong Coarse Language
[Edit 10-07-2017-CE: ~ Also contains strong grammatical errors,
strong incorrect punctuation, and generally poor English]
Reader discreaction is advised. It is not recommended anyone
under 12 years of age read the follwing content.
(This is a joint story telling venture by Crystal (currently:
Crystal), Eragon (currently: Eragon) and Tux (currently: A
chair). Due the nature of this thread, we ask you do not reply
to this thread, and instead PM Crystal, Eragon or Tux
(respectivly of the concerning post) and converse to the writers
that way instead. Or of course, you could like us some much,
that you devote your own time and effort into making a
disscusion thread.)
The Universe is a dangerous place my friend. Innocent people die
left right and centre every cycle. From the poorest of the poor,
to the richest of the rich. There are people who live longer,
and ones who don't. Some even, live forever. And then, there's
these guys.
The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl, and That Penguin
Guy
Prologue
"Right, when's our next game?"
I slouched in the pilot seat. Outside the windshield, orbiting a
neutron star, was 'The Big Zultex Ship'. Well, that's what I
could make out of the translation anyway. It was big, but pretty
ugly if you think about it. It's a basically a big cylinder,
only with the ends flattened and speared. Original, but ugly.
In fact, that's probably why it's original, because it's so ugly
no one had ever tried to do it that way before.
"Hey Eragon! When's our next game?" I asked again.
"I dunno why don't you check?"
I groaned. Man, he was lazy. I danced my fingers over the
holographic display, swiping through menus, logging into data
banks and scanning the information. After a lot of scrolling, I
finally found our names.
"Ummm...what's a death match? Is it like the one where you kill
everyone? Cuz then, we got this in the bag."
I turned to Eragon, whose expression remained bland.
"No. You just die."
"Right. Sounds fun..."
Yep, it did. A game, where you just die. Fun. Scrolling through
more menus, I found the time and location. And I also found the
betting stakes...
Eragon: 1000 Credits
Gezorpazorp: 600 Credits
(Everyone else): 100 Credits
Tux: 30 Credits
Wow, sad people. 30 credits man. If I win, the people who picked
me can go and buy half a fast food meal. They do know, that I am
an intergalactically known assassin who regularly kills rich
guys for fun, a terrorist who blows up entire cities to prove a
point, and a rouge who escaped from the worse capitalists in all
of history, right? I was framed a lot of **** and I managed to
get out of it all. Well, to some point anyway. And still, 30
Credits. I'll show them.
(Some hours later)
"Clear Con 342, dock ready, Hanger Eight, Starboard, Bay Seven
B, size large."
"Roger Com Tow, pulling in Bay Seven B, Hang' Eight Starboard,
size large."
"Clear copy. Over and out"
I swirled my elegant Vampire around yet another Anaconda. Those
things were pretty big, retrofitted for passenger shuttling,
these beastly merchant ships swarmed the place, transporting
staff, spectators and competitors (both dead and living ones).
Obviously I decided to take my own ship. The Zultex Games were
pretty dodgy. I trust my own ship thank you very much. And my
ship was a good one to trust, sentient AI, who I have had the
pleasure of knowing for a long time, automated guns, size of a
small destroyer, yet with the speed and agility of a fighter,
the firepower of a bomber, and the other abilities of a cruiser,
my Vampire MkV was the best ship anyone could ask for. So you
imagine my horror when the rookie pilot in the Anaconda
corrected too late and I heard it scrapping its massive yellow
backside all over my amazingly beautiful port-side wings.
"**** off Harmless! Go back to Lave, you **** noob Jameson!" I
yelled through the comms.
Normally, my ram shields would come on and deflect it, but
unfortunately the computer detected it coming at too high an
angle, so it actually deactivated the ram shields and decided
the ship frame could take the impact instead, because if it had
left the shields up, it probably would have blew up the
Anaconda, and it's engine (which I would have liked). But at
this taxiway speed, it would have been fatal to me as well. I
flicked the camera feed; not too much damage, but a large grey
spot was where there should usually be black Griff-Type 4 custom
paint, had gratuitously planted itself right in the middle of
the wing. I groaned again (I like to groan a lot) and pulled up
the repair menu. Nano bots were slowly covering the damage with
a placeholder paint. The paint served to protect systems from
solar winds and stuff like that. The Griff-Type 4 would take a
while to reproduce. I pulled down the menu and continued on. I
moved out to a farther lane, and sped along. I periodically
peeked to the port-side, trying to find my designated parking
space. The epic quest of finding my parking spot finally ended
when I sighted the next gap in the hull. Ident-locked, yes, it
was Hanger Eight Starboard. I flew straight in and landed the
ship nicely onto the pad. I could tell from the disdainful scorn
on the pad engineer's second face, that my thrusters had left
scorch marks on the pads. Again. Really, it's not my fault the
pads were only blast baffled to withstand the smaller thrusters
associated with the smaller, more flashier ships the other
competitors had. Really. I sat in my seat and sighed (along with
groaning, sighing is another habit of mine). This 'Death Match'
game, from my prior experience of the Zultex Games, was another
one of those bloody gladiator matches designed to satisfy the
bloodlust of zillions while they were off the battle fields.
Probably just going to kill everyone I see in a merciless way
and brutally over mutilate their bodies till the refs called
blood. Well, I haven't checked, and Eragon gave a vague answer,
but know Zultex, it probably is. It's also the most anticipated
of all the sports here somehow. I spun around in my chair,
powering down systems as I did. I looked at the mushroom who had
served me since the beginning of my 'career'. It was sleeping,
it's bulb slowly rising and falling. I patted it before standing
up. I made my way to the engine room. Down the stairs, through
to elevator, fifth deck, sixth frame. It was a trip I often
made, but this time it was for an usual reason; I was here to
shut down the Zero-Point generator. Make sure the ship doesn't
emit too exotic a signature, so experienced scrappers don't come
a knocking, which will end with a lot of blood splattered all
over the landing pad. I exited the room, satisfied with the
sound the auto locking door made when it closed. I entered the
back bay, and pulled on big red lever. The doors slowly came
down, and I could see a familiar figure outside. No, actually
two familiar figures. The pad hand and Eragon. Once the doors
had fully swung down and made contact with the floor, the pad
hand quickly rushed towards me, muttered something probably to
do with my non-existent mum, and slapped a parking ticket in my
hand.
"Bet you." Eragon stated.
"So? What's the point with coming here earlier anyway? Waste
time in the stupid shopping malls?"
I scanned the ticket in my hand. Something to do with burnt
pads, replacement Thorium and a ‘Competitor's expense
factorial’!? What the hell? 2 millions credits? To pay for a new
paint job, for the floor. And like, the area burnt isn't even
that much! I walked down, ignoring Eragon, and turned to the
side. Yeah, the scorch marks aren't even visible when you look
at it from this angle! **** it, I'll just pay it off with my
winnings. Disgruntled, I tapped the side of my ship, calling for
the computer the raise the doors and seal them shut with an
unbreakable atomic bond. I began walking to the exit, which was
probably situated . . . somewhere in this massive hanger.
"Come on, let's go buy that thing your girlfriend wanted"
"I still don't know if she likes purple or black more."
"Is that why you dyed your scales black last month? Doesn't suit
you. It's dying my hair red. Looks like a dead trumble been
ironed all over my head. And anyway, her name is Magenta, you'd
think she'd like purple."
"She's unpredictable."
"Yeah, so are those guys we're meant to kill. And you see, in
the end, we always kill them."
Eragon kept silent. The two of us walked aimlessly through the
hanger bay till we found an elevator. We took it to the mall
deck. It was completely boring for me. A confusing mess of
colours, sound, stupid credit wasters, accompanied by shops
selling stupid gadgets and stuff, which only got their novelty
out of branding or celebrities. The only thing I liked about
these places were the chairs. Man, I love a good chair. Of
course, nothing could beat the comfort of being a chair for your
girlfriend, but when your girlfriend was hit by a Psi-blast
containing the psi energy of an entire civilisation, that was
genocided, you have you kinda have to make do. Looking around, I
saw all the stupid people, walking around and wasting their
money. I found it hard to not laugh when a group of high school
girls sashayed pass me, one of them winking. Really? I’m not a
**** playboy you know, anyone smart enough to stay in school
would be able to tell that from my dress sense. Yep. I looked
down at my flannel, and man, it was bad. Covered in the sweat,
alcohol and vomit of the last two weeks, I can’t imagine what
type of girl would be interested in me. After all, no one cares
about me here, so no one would know my rich background of
expertise. I heard a crashing sound from down the hall. It was
the girls again. The group had smashed into an Nuhliphlian
wheeling around some low level radioactive stuff. Instantly, a
scream came from down there as a Pylothian Slime pet slowed
melted to the radiation spilling from the containers. The
creature continued to scream. Scream blood curling screams. It
wasted away as its five year old human owner cried. The parents
of the little human groaned, as they picked up the phone to cash
out another insurance policy. Pylothian Slimes were slaves, that
little guy that melted had parents, and at least 2 other
brothers or sisters. And they’re sentient too. A race enslaved
by the humans when they decided to stop being childish fucks and
decided to grow up a little. Poor little bugger of slime. I took
one last disgusted look at the scene before turning back to my
Oopad. Stupid-
Something tinged in mind. I missed something. It urged me to
turn back, look for the anomaly. So I did, and something caught
my attention.
A Kitsune, clad in light armor, female, nine taled and
dangerous. And the all important competitor badge on her should
plate. Another fellow competitor. She walked around, seemingly
trying to amuse herself by looking at the sale items, but it
wasn’t working. I couldn’t quite see from the badge what match
she was taking place in, but the blood red background indicated
a high level sport, extremely competitive, dangerous and deadly.
The ones were only one or two competitors out of the fifty or so
survive. I took a look at my own too, the three triangles on
blood red. Seemed like a mark of death to me. And technically
speaking, it almost was.
I wasted some 30 or so creds on an exotic drink, I asked for
non-alcoholic, non-amphetamines and non-endorphic, but I
probably received a blotched mix of the three of them. The
'Purple Haze', specialty of the Ganorigan Seedy Space Bar, was
named after the ship model which had its first kill in that
system. Now Purple Hazes are a highly sought after model of
ship, high speed, high agility and fitted with all the equipment
a bounty hunter would ever asked for. It was a pretty nice ship,
but after all, I already have my Vampire (a.k.a the best ship in
the universes) plus I usually am the targets of bounty hunters.
I wondered where Eragon went around to do some shopping
(actually, he was probably robbing, we may be rich in assets,
but in terms of money in the account, we're both pretty broke).
I was feeling confident about the next match. Death Match?
Please, I was a demon created by Loki (created, not summoned),
was raised by the Death's grandparent's Thargoid neighbours
before going to a school in hell's deepest hole, the time there
which I spent robbing Death of his lunch money. Plus, the guy
I'm working with, Eragon, who likes an artist called 'Two Steps
from Hell', who has a song called 'Casablanca'. I mean come on,
he's probably even more deathy than me. Well, his taste in music
is always changing, but he once did. In other words, we got this
covered. I lifted this fake glass container and examined the
drink inside. I was feeling a bit drowsy, probably something in
the drink. Shouldn't be too bad. I took another swig from the
glass. We got this covered.
(Sometime later...)
Ok, I'll be straight out with you. ****; We haven't got this
covered. I am standing in an arena, that happens to have a lot
of sand, with a big swirly thing in the middle, and I'm about to
die, with no way of stopping it. Don’t even know how I got here.
Is this the so called Death Match? Because I thought there was
meant to be some kind of briefing.
The last thing I remember was walking into the briefing room
with Eragon and rest. I mindlessly walked out into the arena, it
felt like I just woke up. Following Eragon’s lead, I silently
scanned the situation. I have no idea what happened. We stepped
into the arena and the crowd cheered when Eragon went out, but
of course, went completely silent when I walked out (and I swear
someone deliberately took out their Oophone and played a cricket
noise at that moment). Ok, from what I had gathered, this was
the death match. I must have blacked out or something when I
walked into that room. I still had everything I had before the
match, good thing I was relatively most prepared for the game.
The competitors went into a circle, and I took out my weapons.
That's when I started to notice things were going wrong. No one
else had weapons primed. Still, I dismissed it and I looked to
Eragon.
"Eh, look at these noobs. Don't even know when to take out their
guns." I laughed.
Eragon stared at me with a plaintive expression.
"You do know how this works do you?" he said, his expression
turned even more plaintive.
"You kill everyone right?"
"No, you die."
"But that only happens if you don't kill everyone right?"
"No, you just die."
"What type of game is that?"
"Didn't you listen to the briefing?"
"Oh right, the briefing...yeah, I may have been mentally
incapacitated for that."
At that moment, I not only realised that the whole crowd was
staring at me, also that I should always take translations from
'Zillionese' (what? You expect me to know every single language
out there?) literally. Death Match. Death means the action of
being killed. Match means a contest were people compete against
each other in a sport. In this case, dying. But it didn't make
sense. A sport were people compete against each other to die?
Like what? Die first? Die in the most dramatic fashion? And it
sucks now, because once you put your name down, you either
compete, or die anyway. Honestly, I should have known. The
Zillion translators have been slacking off. And now, because of
that, I'm going to die.
"You did this last time right?" I questioned Eragon.
"No, not really."
"Ok, I was pretty content with my hyper speed motor cycling
racing. I won last time, remember?"
"No you didn't. You got disqualified."
"No...well...it wasn't my fault that that Teridyon dickhead
decided position himself perfectly between me and that expensive
camera ok?"
Yeah, I going to race again this year, but somehow Eragon
convinced me to do this instead. How did that even happen?
[quote=(Two days ago)]
"Tux, you wanna do this Death Match thing?" Eragon said as he
continued reading the brochure.
"I wanna do hyper speed motor cross again." I said, boredly
spinning around in my chair.
"The two are on at different times."
"Oh right, ok. Put my name down"
[/quote]
Yeah, that was lie. Right now, I could be happily ramming other
riders into painful and expensive to replace obstacles. But
instead, I was stuck here about to die. And not even having time
to have a few good last words. So much unfinished business. Oh
well, plan ahead.
"Ok before I go, when we're in the Afterlife, I dibs on the
Thalian with the nice legs over there." I said eagerly.
"Where? There's like eight Thalians, they all look the same."
"You know, the one standing next to the Kitsune with nine
tails?"
Oh yeah, that was the same Kitsune I saw before. Turns out she
actually was in the death match too.
#Post#: 57679--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Eragon Date: August 30, 2016, 7:37 pm
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*Whispers down to Tux*
I am more popular then I thought.
*Raises hands and walks in a large circle taking the attention
of the crowd*
Tux watch this.
*Roars as loud as I can*
-Crowd cheers-
*Smiles*
I love this place.
#Post#: 57684--------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1: Death Match
By: Tux Date: August 30, 2016, 7:59 pm
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Chapter 1: Death Match
"Yeah, I don't."
I looked at Eragon walking around in circles. Man what was he
doing? Eragon striked a pose. What? It was the most **** stupid
pose I've ever seen. Looks like a person half way through the
process of spontaneously combusting, while being hit by a gauss
slug at the same time. I'd thought the guards or something would
have already shot him for ruining their eyes or something. But
nope. The audience loved it. Somehow. I decided to take this
time to look at the other opponents.
They were doing the same as Eragon.
I did an unnoticed frown. Really? I'm stuck in an arena with a
bunch of crazy dancing lunatics, with a big spiny thing in the
middle that's probably going to kill me in a painful way.
And no, I was not going to **** dance. I might as chat up that
Thalian I had my eye-
Ah, no. She started dancing too. And my, it was the most
horrendous dance out of all of them. I'll spare you the pain of
the description of the dance but it was bad enough to put me off
her. I looked around for someone out of these fifty competitors
to share my discomfort with, but no, to my avail I couldn't see
anyone. Well, Eragon's massive butt was blocking out my view of
some competitors on the othe side of the arena, so maybe at
least one of them could be sane. Really, I can't convey to you
the weirdness of the situation. I imagine that one kid (yes, a
kid probably came to see a graphic arena game) looking at me
from the audience, wondering weird things about me. I looked up
at the audience. They seemed pretty...uhhh...happy about
something happening in the corner over there. I remembered that
was where the Thalian was before. I urged myself not to look.
Then, suddenly a voice poured over the loudspeaker.
"Dance! Dance Tux Ace or you will be disqualified!"
What? Dance or be disqualified? What is this ****!? Man, I am
having a bad day. I looked down on my armour, and sure enough
there were multiple laser sights. I sighed. This is the most
**** up thing I've ever had the pleasure of being in. **** this
man, **** this. And I danced. **** man I danced.
#Post#: 57695--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Eragon Date: August 30, 2016, 8:34 pm
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I look up to the spectators box and expectantly find Zultex
there.
He looks a little better then normal. Wearing traditional
zillion clothing
I look back to Tux and find him doing a little gig. At least he
is trying
Now I focus my attention to the other competitors. Studying
them. An easy bunch today. Although it is rare to find a
kitsune in the games.
I know from experience kitsune wouldn't usually bother with the
games. They rather travel and for fill whatever their mother
asks them. Either way I am going to win.
I look back at Tux and conclude he isn't enjoying this at all.
Meh, what can you do with flippers.
Continuing to hype the crowd, I walk to a corner readying myself
to die. This will be an interesting experience. some random
thing forcing your own souls out of you body and into the
underworld. Very weird. I Look up and I found some of the other
contestants doing the same. A lot of them more focused now. The
crowd has died down a bit. Now I wait for the count down.
#Post#: 57696--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Tux Date: August 30, 2016, 9:33 pm
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I slowly tapped my feet and waved some flippers around in random
directions. The crowd was displeased to say the least.
"Competitors return to your places." The loudspeakers blared.
I stopped dancing. I had never moved from my spot. I looked
around, people were returning to their spots, each doing final
gestures or poses. Eragon turned up next to me. I blame him for
all that embarrassment. If he had never:
1. Got me into this
2. Started dancing
I never would have been noticed. I like not being noticed. So
when I can win, it can be a much bigger surprise. I decided to
lean to Eragon.
"Here are my last words, fuck you, why did you have to dance?"
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Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Crystal Date: September 1, 2016, 12:09 am
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Glad they mist me not dancing, I sit down and cross my legs
letting my tails cover the surface around me. I keep my eyes on
the dancing drake. Never seen a drake dance before. They are
usually very serious. Always looking for glory and honor but not
this one , he's... Different. Loud like they rest though.
Annoying in other words. I turn my mind towards the penguin who
is... Dancing I guess.
I should not ever have joined these retards. Look at them,
thinking doing some fancy movement going to make you win. Poor
penguin though. He doesn't look like he is enjoying it either.
Maybe I might visit him when we die.
Now looking at everyone else, I decide who should I follow and
who should I kill again. You know what I think Ima just secretly
follow the drake. He looks very confident in what he was doing.
"Ouch!"
A alert of pain from my tail caused the scream. I look up to the
thing who stepped on it.
I say, "You. What the fuck do you think you doing?"
Random guy: "Sorry sweat cheeks."
Sweat cheeks!? Who does this guy think he is?
I angrily turn my head away from him.
I hope he doesn't make it. Even if he did, he's dead.
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Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Eragon Date: September 1, 2016, 10:09 pm
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Zultex from the spectators box says "Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the highlight of our arena where fifty contestants
will race to live in the after life. As you can see before you
they are here and ready to kill themselves to live. Sounds dum I
know but it works."
A hologram lights itself on top of the arena.
"This hologram is live from the undead realm where we will see
these gamers will race to the portal to live. Observe"
On the hologram a ten can't starts. 10, 9...
I look up to it and ready my body in a comfortable position
while my soul is gone.
"Tux this is it. I hope you are still friends with Death."
8, 7...
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Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Tux Date: September 2, 2016, 6:00 pm
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I looked up, and a large holographic screen appeared overhead. A
voice came out of the loud speakers. I missed most of it but out
of all the things I could hear, this.
"As you can see before you they are here and ready to kill
themselves to live. Sounds dumb I know but it works."
I sighed. Ok, this is going to be interesting. Then the
countdown started.
10
9
8
"Tux this is it. I hope you are still friends with Death."
Eragon said.
I had assumed that this would be in a special arena in the
Afterlife. Death probably can't do anything. Zultex doesn't like
other god like entities ruining his stuff.
"I don't think being friends with Death would help here. And
man, I still hate you dragging me into this."
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Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Eragon Date: September 4, 2016, 8:51 pm
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6, 5...
"Don't worry Tux. You will laugh at this later on." I replied.
Well I'm hoping he will.
4...
I take one last look at everyone. The last person I saw was the
kitsune. I hope she will survive. I don't want some giant fox
knocking down this whole arena.
3, 2, 1...
It felt literally just thought like I was floating. I felt very
unstable I open up my wings and... Oh right. I'm just a "spirit
in the physical realm. I focus m energy on sinking back to the
ground. Just as I touch the ground, the sand start to shift
around. I hear noises under my feet. In the middle of the arena,
the sand sinks and reveals a large hole. The sand surrounding
the hole falls into it. I hear power generators activate. and in
the hole, a black portal activated. Looked about 50 meters in
circumference. The portal started generating a force to pull
everyone's souls in. At first I hesitated but then realized it
is just pulling us in into the underworld/undead realm/Death's
playhouse. The portal drags me towards it until I am standing on
the rim of it. I use just enough force so the portal cannot drag
my in any further. Before jumping in I look out towards the
audience, seeing their faces look at the hologram in awe. I look
at the hologram and one of the screens were focused on me. It's
quiet weird actually. Some camera I assume can see my as a
spirit and it is linked to the physical realm so everyone can
see me. I look back to the crowd and wave goodbye before jumping
in.
#Post#: 57772--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Adventures of The Drake, Some Kitsune Girl and That Peng
uin Guy
By: Tux Date: September 5, 2016, 5:41 pm
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"Hehe..."
I slowly laugh at Eragon's joke. I hope he's right. The yellow
thingymajiggy started spinning and a dip appeared below it. The
sand fell away. It looked pretty errr....welcoming. Picking up
speed, it started rotating, and I could begin to feel the pull.
I could already see souls being pulled towards the middle.
Eragon floated pass me and entered the whirlpool of people. The
crowd looked at the screen, with faces of awe, mixed with
stupor. Really, they had no idea what was going on, only that a
bunch of people were dying. By now, I had long realised that my
soul was still pretty attached to my physical body. None of the
cameras picked me up, they were focused on the people in the
middle. Depending on how powerful the dimensional shielding was,
people couldn't see me now, because I was being assimilated with
the Afterlife, albeit very slowly. I waited, the last souls had
already dropped down in the hole in the bottom of the whirlpool.
I waited more. Nup, no soul wrenching death experience. Ok, was
this meant to happen? I turned on my heel. Well...maybe I don't
have to die after all!
I mentally slapped myself, "No Tux. Think, you **** sociopathic
genius.You think Zultex would let you get out of this so
easily?"
"Yes."
"No you **** retard."
Ok fine. So there are two majour variables to this which could
affect it. One, the crystal. It could be weird or reached a kind
of 'soul cap' or something. Two, it could be me. Because I am so
psionically powerful, so because I am tied to the Afterlife,
something might be holding me back.
So, it's probably the latter, because, well I fit that
description. So what happens then? Well, according to my
knowledge and reasoning, the Psionic wave pattern of someone on
the other side of that portal, is matched with mine. There is
only one other person in the entire universe with mine, and she
is in the the Afterlife, though she wouldn't be inside that
specified arena which is cornered off from the rest of the
Afterlife (the one all these games are going to happen in). So,
what could be happening?
Well, since I already figured someone tried to spike my drink,
and that could have saw me before when I was 'dancing', someone
could have faked my Psionic counter pattern, and is now playing
it through here somewhere. Theoretically, it would work even if
they did it from the audience stands.
So, what now? Of course, that Psionic counter wave won't stop me
from going into the Afterlife, only...it'll be a bit more sudden
and painful.
"Hey, good job Tux! You figured it out! Now you can brace for
the immense pain that follows." I said to myself.
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