03-17-2010, 05:42 AM
The sheer stupidity on display before Gamer simply baffled the teenager.
The idea was to escape the sinking ship. That was it. There wasn’t supposed to be any implications that went along with the ship, despite it being named the Titanic and everything. All Gamer could do was shake his head in amazement—he simply assumed that the first thought flashing through every player’s mind at the point of conception was to make sure that their asses were taken care of. Personal safety was an obvious trump card over the lives of computer programs, and that was a fact that should have been obvious. Apparently, it was not.
Luckily, the former priestess of all people was the first one to get that concept. Of course, it was because of his dick move in placing her into an already-flooded room that compelled her to snap, but the spirit was still the same. As she faced the half-crazed Ahab, the healer could only shake her head sadly—he had been given increased strength, but was slower as a result, not good for someone who was already dreadfully average. The angry sea captain tossed around punches like he was drunk and trying to hit a piñata, allowing Sophia to easily evade and jab him a few times in the face. Despite the fact that old Ahab was just a creepy program, Gamer had done well in creating him, as the blood that dripped from his nose seemed incredibly real. She had to give the teenager props as she decked the captain once more in the face.
“You’re crazy, old man,” Sophia rolled her eyes as the captain tended to the fresh wound on his cheek.
“They think me mad, but I'm demoniac, I am madness maddened!” Ahab responded as if he was quoting Shakespeare.
“Who’s they?” Sophia raised an eyebrow. “It’s only me.”
As the blonde was putting a few…finishing touches on the man’s face, Victoria found herself in a similarly precarious situation. She had foregone freedom by refusing to take a lifeboat—another decision that made Gamer facepalm—and had instead retreated up towards the top of the boat as it began to turn over and sink. It was a slow, arduous process that seemed to stare everyone in the face, creaking and moaning as it took its sweet time in getting done. Everyone who didn’t have a lifeboat knew that they were either going to drown or freeze to death. To her surprise, though, the rest of her group—minus Sophia—had caught up with her.
“What are you guys still doing here?” the pink-haired lady inquired.
“They ran out of lifeboats,” Trafford responded, his tone surprisingly steady. “All that’s left behind is a shitstorm. It’s a lot better up here.”
“Th-they’re, um…under prepared, it s-seems,” Sage added.
“Heh, yeah,” the courier chuckled. “They made all those compartments so that the ship couldn’t sink, but all it did was weigh the ship down. Hell of a concept.”
“So…what are we going to do?” Victoria inquired, keeping an eye on the ship as it began to descend further into the depths of the ocean.
Gamer smiled upon hearing those words. “Yes, what will you do?”
Trafford shrugged and pulled out a cigarette from his jacket. “Say your prayers and hope for a miracle, sister.”
Keith laughed at the comment. Their bravery, although brazenly stupid, was commendable in some ways, and he had always gone out of his way to reward such acts. With a click of a few buttons, he summoned the portals for everyone involved. Leaning back, he widened his grin. “Miracle sent, peons.”
The idea was to escape the sinking ship. That was it. There wasn’t supposed to be any implications that went along with the ship, despite it being named the Titanic and everything. All Gamer could do was shake his head in amazement—he simply assumed that the first thought flashing through every player’s mind at the point of conception was to make sure that their asses were taken care of. Personal safety was an obvious trump card over the lives of computer programs, and that was a fact that should have been obvious. Apparently, it was not.
Luckily, the former priestess of all people was the first one to get that concept. Of course, it was because of his dick move in placing her into an already-flooded room that compelled her to snap, but the spirit was still the same. As she faced the half-crazed Ahab, the healer could only shake her head sadly—he had been given increased strength, but was slower as a result, not good for someone who was already dreadfully average. The angry sea captain tossed around punches like he was drunk and trying to hit a piñata, allowing Sophia to easily evade and jab him a few times in the face. Despite the fact that old Ahab was just a creepy program, Gamer had done well in creating him, as the blood that dripped from his nose seemed incredibly real. She had to give the teenager props as she decked the captain once more in the face.
“You’re crazy, old man,” Sophia rolled her eyes as the captain tended to the fresh wound on his cheek.
“They think me mad, but I'm demoniac, I am madness maddened!” Ahab responded as if he was quoting Shakespeare.
“Who’s they?” Sophia raised an eyebrow. “It’s only me.”
As the blonde was putting a few…finishing touches on the man’s face, Victoria found herself in a similarly precarious situation. She had foregone freedom by refusing to take a lifeboat—another decision that made Gamer facepalm—and had instead retreated up towards the top of the boat as it began to turn over and sink. It was a slow, arduous process that seemed to stare everyone in the face, creaking and moaning as it took its sweet time in getting done. Everyone who didn’t have a lifeboat knew that they were either going to drown or freeze to death. To her surprise, though, the rest of her group—minus Sophia—had caught up with her.
“What are you guys still doing here?” the pink-haired lady inquired.
“They ran out of lifeboats,” Trafford responded, his tone surprisingly steady. “All that’s left behind is a shitstorm. It’s a lot better up here.”
“Th-they’re, um…under prepared, it s-seems,” Sage added.
“Heh, yeah,” the courier chuckled. “They made all those compartments so that the ship couldn’t sink, but all it did was weigh the ship down. Hell of a concept.”
“So…what are we going to do?” Victoria inquired, keeping an eye on the ship as it began to descend further into the depths of the ocean.
Gamer smiled upon hearing those words. “Yes, what will you do?”
Trafford shrugged and pulled out a cigarette from his jacket. “Say your prayers and hope for a miracle, sister.”
Keith laughed at the comment. Their bravery, although brazenly stupid, was commendable in some ways, and he had always gone out of his way to reward such acts. With a click of a few buttons, he summoned the portals for everyone involved. Leaning back, he widened his grin. “Miracle sent, peons.”
Quote:1st: Kaden – 40 monies
2nd: Sophia – 30 monies
3rd: Victoria – 20 monies
4th: Trafford – 10 monies
Sage gets a pat on the back.