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Prequel
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 23, 2016, 11:30 am
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[center]"You have no reason to trust me, but believe that in the
end I am here to help you"[/center]
The lie began at having the world see me as a figment of
artificial intelligence; just a machine full of mircochips,
data, and lines of codes having to do nothing with anything
other then zeros and ones. After all this way no one would think
HE was a bad person, this was the way HE rose into power over
this planet. Perhaps at first he had good intentions but I can't
recognize them now. Drowning in his own pit of power he changed
as did I, under the weight of my own person...
He had me lead many to shallow graves; plunge the planet into
constant bloodshed. So many innocent had fallen as I watched.
Using the cameras linked into my mainframe we could see all over
the planet but using my powers I could see more of what he
couldn't. All those blank spots on his map the ones that
remained unlit and under control of what he deemed bandits,
murderers and criminals. His followers believed it too; hiding
in their tall glass and metal framed homes when he tells them
too. Making his pockets heavier and heavier by the day. Only
this city didn't lay in poverty or ruin, and he kept expanding
it as the population grew.
They all seem to be so ignorant of his plans, the ones he tells
me, the one I am forced to carry out. Wires keep me pulsing with
this planets power source, weird almost crystal bars radiating
with some sort of drug, steroid, or power. As my body takes it
in I radiate the power and can do may of things uncommon to
others with my abilities. I seem to be able to charge shards of
an ancient key, the more it lights up the sooner he is to
purging the planet and sending it on a fast track to becoming a
wasteland. The charging of the key seems to also be effecting
the creatures living here, making them all more violent. The
mines are leaking gases from these bars which can't be helping
the planet's ozone. I could fix this; if I were free.
Yet again he has everyone thinking I am only artificial life,
not flesh nor blood. Thus my heart has became cold just like
that of the machine he wants; my intelligence is only what I can
see through screens...
But I will make it enough to out smart him and free myself, no
matter if it is by cold imbrace of Death or bittersweet touch of
the outside worlds freedom. At this point I rather walk among
the planet as a bandit or die like bad guy then allow this all
to continue. If I go there is a chance to rebuild, all it will
take is leading someone to his control core, to me. To find
someone who is the hero this planet needs although that will be
the problem.
"Angel, it's time send out the broadcast! Let's see how many
more foolish fortune seekers come chasing after the magical
vault and get exploded on my train! This time of day always
makes me the happiest!"
"(Huh) Commencing phaseshift. Boardcasting recording in 3-2-1."
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Re: Prequel
By: The Black Dragon Date: February 23, 2016, 12:43 pm
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"dont do it... what did he ever do to you? just pretend you
never saw him... Just walk away like nothing ever happened..."
This voice echoed through his mind as he approached a massive
train; flipping a strange hatchet in his hand. he grew closer to
a strange armored man who carried several intimidating looking
weapons. he tried to resist his cannibalistic desires. to think
like the gentleman he had once been before arriving upon this
horrid rock.
"Lets just talk to him..." Though, instead, all that slipped
from his lips was a loud yell. [Color=orange]"A NEW MEAT
PUPPET!!"[/color]
Screaming his words to the man before he threw the strange
hatchet with a rotating, rigid, blade. the blade diving into the
man's skull before he even had a chance to pull away or even
notice. he watched so eagerly as the man's bob jerked in pain:
the saw blade chewing away at the brain and causing him to jerk
about.
He slowly made his way over to the man's now collapsed body with
a cautious limp. Kneeling down over the corpse before yanking
the blade from his skull; inspecting the blood dripping from the
hatchet. [Color=orange]"nnn.... Head juice... I broke him
again."[/color] with that he reached down and sifted through his
gear. arming himself with several of his gun and picking up some
form of recording device. [Color=orange]"Stupid jibber
box."[/color] His words stern as he threw the device back:
accidentally activating it.
Hearing the device speak of a secret, mystical, vault that
required one to board the massive train. his eyes glancing to
the other boarding the vessel. only to follow of sheer
curiosity. sneaking upon the large train.
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Re: Prequel
By: Oen Date: February 23, 2016, 12:54 pm
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A man in red, was already aboard the train, having heard of a
vault, vault meant something, money, treasure, something to line
his pockets. The man was sitting on a bench next to a few other
'normal' people, two swords on his back forming an X. He was
sitting on his hands kicking his fee back and forth whistling a
happy tune despite the glow atmosphere. The man looked to the
women to his right. "So, how many chocolate bars did you have to
eat to get your golden ticket? The women looked at him oddly
before getting up and moving away from the man in a red
jumpsuit. Well that's rude. He rolled his head to the man on the
other side of him. Women, am I right? Can't live with em, can't
have sex without them. The man gave him a small smile before
looking down and away. Colorful bunch, I'm going to find better
company! The man jumps up grabbing a large stuffed unicorn from
under his seat and started to move through the train whistling a
tune once more.
(keepin it short for now)
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Re: Prequel
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 23, 2016, 2:02 pm
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Quickly a cloaked figure entered the train, breathing heavily
she looked up some light managed to touch her pale face. She
felt that eyes look at her with rough glances, the people here
were far from friendly looking.
[center]"Are these vault hunters? They look so much more...mean
then the first bunch. Doesn't matter I came this far I need to
get to Roland. I need to arrive in Sanctuary."[/center]
Angel's words for now all in her head as she nervously looked
down to the dusty train floor. She stowed herself in a corner
hanging onto the bar above tightly. As the train began to move.
She took a deep breath. She knew what came next, not all these
faces would live. That was the point. Those who did would be
given an option for they are worthy of choosing.
[center]-- Side Information--
Once the train reaches its destination those left alive will
meet up with a little boxy robot named ClapTrap. He will greet
the survivors an take care of disposing the dead. Basically he
was Jack's clean up. ClapTrap will direct the survivors to the
two transport systems one goes only to Opportunity and the other
Sanctuary. It was up to those to choose. Or they can ignore the
travel station and enter Pandora through the cold tundra where a
city over run by bandits lay; under control of Captain Flint
they can fight their way though Liarsberg.
Angel couldn't direct their stories in this location it would be
up to them to pick their own paths. Usually those who pick
Opportunity go for Jack's promise of the vault fortune and high
paying jobs. 50,000.00 signing bonus to all who go to
Opportunity. Sanctuary although offers rare weapons, more
diverse shops, and it's optional to join Roland's army unlike in
Opportunity..[/center]
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Re: Prequel
By: The Black Dragon Date: February 23, 2016, 2:57 pm
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He sat in a cargo cart: separate from all other passengers
aboard the train. Sitting upon the massive cargo as he peered
out the window. Only to see a black haired woman boarding the
lengthy train: his mind seeming to gather... For once. Both his
mind and body finally in agreement as he simply looked to this
woman... He felt... Soothed. Relaxed. He could actually... For
once, since so long, remember his own name. He was no longer a
psycho or a maniac. A murderer or a skitsophrenic. He was
finally Robert once more... Or maybe even Bob? His rough tone
slipping out of his lips: barely gripping to his sanity. "So
pretty.."
He could barely mutter before making his way to the cabin she
had entered. His internal voice slipping in once more to his
mind: attempting to question the freak's incentives. "Oh dear
god... Whatever you do, don't yell poop at her! Please! She may
be able to show us some form of... Normality." As he finally
reached the woman he struggled to gaather his thoughts again.
Shaking the voices out of his head as he reached out to tap
against her shrouded shoulder. Speaking in a hesitant, though
angered, tone. "Er... I saw you so I pooped in the cargo..."
Though, as soon as the words left his lips he pulled out his
hatchet: smacking himself against the skull to knock sense back
into him. "And.... You did it anyway." The voice muttered in his
mind. "I.... Er.... You.... I want to conduct your flesh slit."
A groan slipping into his mind. "We're so done."
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Re: Prequel
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 23, 2016, 4:11 pm
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Slowly the girl looked up, to whom ever it was whom tapped her
shoulder. In the same instant her eyes gazed over his body up to
his face which seemed to be hidden by an mask she froze. He was
one of what Pandora called, 'Psychos' or 'maniac'! How did one
get on the train!? More importantly did he know who she was? Did
HE really catch onto her disappearance that quick, not to
mention the mess she left for him to clean up?
[center]"H-how? Is he going to kill me!?"[/center]
She said to herself holding her breath, but then he spoke. Angel
felt her face twitch. She could barely comprehend what just
happen.
[center]"D-did he just say he...pooped IN the cargo...this must
be one of Jack's failed experiments it was rumored few
escaped..."[/center]
Angel tilted her head a bit softly sh scratched her face, her
hand covered by fingerless gloves. She didn't know what to say,
but the failed experiments were rumored to be very unstable
since they still have part of their old selves so she didn't
want to be rude. But what does one say to something like that?
"Oh um don't worry it's pretty dirty in here I don't think they
will notice..." She averted her blue eyes from his face trying
not to stare either. It was easy to tell she was nervous not
having been use to contact with another being before. Then he
smashed his hatchet against his head and she quickly looked back
over. "Uh.."She felt even more nervous and his next phrase was
even more confusing.
[center]"He wants to conduct my what?"[/center]
"Um, excuse me? I don't quite understand?"
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Re: Prequel
By: The Black Dragon Date: February 23, 2016, 4:30 pm
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"I told you we're done. Just give up now before we make it
worse. Just walk away." Said the voice in his head, though, of
course, as always, he didn't listen to the voice. Taking a step
back as he looked down to her hips. Only one of his eyes were
exposed for her to see. It was a saddened, confused, green eye.
One that showed the torture inside of his mind and body.
Dropping his hatchet down to his side as it clipped to his belt.
Speaking in a now more frustrated tone. "Er! I told you! I want
to conduct your flesh slit!" His demeanor was quickly shifting
from more shy and reserved to that of aggression. Quickly
reaching out to grip her wrist. "You must play with my spunk
stick!" His eye giving her a faint glare through the pain.
"Just shoot yourself. This is a mess. I'll be surprised if she
doesn't shoot us." The voice spoke to him irritatingly. Though,
he was quickly growing angry at the voices as he released the
young woman before him. Smacking against his head with his hand
which contained an iron gauntlet screwed into his flesh. The
metal contacting his skull making a loud "cling!" after every
bang. Speaking out to himself in an angry tone. "The voices!
Shut him up! Up!! SHUT HIM UP!! He keeps telling me to stop
talking to the pretty lady!!" One last swing against his skull
puncturing the skin as a trail of blood rolled down his shaved
head.
He was a very big man: towering over the woman. The girth of his
body focused on his chest and arms. His stomach and legs were
actually quickly thin and fit: obvious from his lack of shirt.
It was amazing that he could even hold himself up with how
skinny his legs were compared to his chest and arms. His entire
body was composed of pure muscle: that much was obvious.
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Re: Prequel
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 23, 2016, 4:49 pm
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Angel felt herself become more of a scared as the man had become
frustrated. She went to speak but he had already grabbed her
wrist and mentioned playing with his spunk stick she felt her
face get flushed slightly.
[center]"He wants me to touch his...SPUNK STICK!?"[/center]
But as he kept be coming flustered and banging his head it was
clear he was at war with himself. He just wanted to talk to her,
he just was dominated by his mania not the humanity. Although it
seems his humanity really lost patience quickly, probably
feeling devastated to be so close yet so far from having
clarity. This trip was proving to be quite educational for her
already. Seeing first hand what Jack could do to a once normal
man.
[center]"He just wants to talk to you Angel try to make this
better maybe he will help you. After all look at him, he is huge
plus he has weapons. You...you don't."[/center]
Angel let out a sigh and smiled at the man with her bright blue
eyes and pale face. "You should be more careful, I-mean doesn't
it hurt when you hit your head on the metal? Um.." Angel shook
her head. "Let's start over; what can I call you? Like do you
have a name? Mine is Angel."
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Re: Prequel
By: The Black Dragon Date: February 23, 2016, 5:03 pm
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He had finally stopped hitting himself as she had spoke of him
hurting himself. His hands falling down to his side as his eyes
seemed to calm before her. The voice in his mind calming as they
both seemed to think in sync. "She isn't running away? Or
shooting at us?" With these thoughts crossing through his mind
he seemed much more calm. His eye looking down to the blood that
covered his gauntlets from constantly hitting himself.
"Hurt...?" His eyes glancing back up to her before shaking his
head in answer to her question. Though, her next question
confused him greatly. Name? "Oh come on. You know this. You can
do it. It's just your name. What are you called!?" The voice
pleaded for him to get this one thing right.
He struggled for a few moments as he seemed to panic. Looking
around for a hint to some form of an answer. Attempting to speak
as he was constantly stumbling on his words. "Mmmnn... Name...
Er... Ugh... We.... Are um.... Bob." He looked to her as if
begging for that to be the right answer. "Very good." The voice
replied to him in approval. Though, without giving her a chance
to reply, he quickly reached back and pulled a small shotgun
from his waist. Holding it out to her in both of his hands for
her to grab. Speaking to her in a soft tone. "Spunk stick...
Yours." He stood there: simply staring. "Reeeeeal smooth."
Awaiting for her to take the powerful weapon.
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Re: Prequel
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 23, 2016, 5:18 pm
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[center]"Hmm, Bob that is mildly average and comforting last
bandit I heard of was called Flesh Stick. I could accept Bob.
This is going better!"[/center]
Angel was quickly cut off from thought as her mentioned spunk
stick, then held out a shotgun. She felt a quick panic. Did he
know she was unarmed? Angel began to leave out a mumble, "umm."
She shook her head and put her hand on the gun with a gentle
movement she eased it back to him. "No, no I couldn't you keep
it okay? Use it to keep yourself safe.." The end trailed off
quietly. Angel never even touched a gun before. She didn't have
too. Eridium on the other hand she knew what power that gave
her. Her arm was slightly exposed as it was extended to ease
back the gun to him. It exposed her tattoos, blue markings known
only for one speicies; siren. Quickly she noticed and dropped
her arm to her side hiding it under her cloak again.
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