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[LP CYOA] Epic

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by treave, Jun 23, 2012.

  1. Baltika9 Arcane

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    And since when can we not control our powers? Everything should be fine if we don't fool around.

    Ooh, could it be Anbar'shi?
     
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  2. treave Arcane Patron

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    Since you oh so cleverly left the door open for your other self when you've been warned not to, which also counts as fooling around with a side of asking for it.

    With the conditional flips from the 1A voters, CA takes it. Backstory dump incoming.
     
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  3. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Wankers, the lot of them. :lol:
     
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    "Do I trust Mankind to save itself? That's what "I" 've been asking myself. The truth is, I don't know. After everything I've seen, all the fighting, and the chaos around me. I only know what I want to believe: somehow, human decency will triumph. These past few months, I faced many life-threatening situations. I could have given up many times, but my need to know the truth, to uncover the secrets that others were hiding, and to survive, forced me to keep on going. Most of the time, I tried to keep my values in mind, knowing my actions did not have to harm others. I held on to my humanity, resisting the urge to abuse power or resources in order to meet my goals. And in the end, I got the job done. But does this mean I have the right to choose for everyone? No. Because it isn't up to me. It isn't up to the Star League, the Emperor , or the Masters, either. Ordinary men and women will have to decide together what course mankind should take. The kind of people who, time and time again, have picked and chosen the future in highly practical ways - slowing change when it's negative, speeding it up when it's good. Can they do it again? I don't know. But I do know I'm not about to let anyone in this station universe, including myself, stand in their way."

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  5. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Backstory dump, oh :yeah:
     
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  6. treave Arcane Patron

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    Backstory

    Your earliest recollections are of the glass walls that surround your enclosure. You remember faces that would periodically appear beyond those walls – stern and awe-inspiring, looking down on you – and speak words you were still unable to understand. You shared the enclosure with four others. One by one they were removed, until only you were left. You do not remember their faces. You do not remember where they went. For a child your age, a child of five, you were frail and sickly. Then the project began. There were tests and experiments. Needles were often involved, as was electroshock therapy and drugs. Somehow, you survived. You clung, trembling and shaking, onto your meagre life. You are not sure why you failed to die.

    You vaguely recall a nurse teaching you how to read and write, though she was taken away pretty quickly. It did not matter much to you – you continued where she left off on your own, digesting words and sentences and expanding your vocabulary. Though your body was weak, your mind craved to know, to tinker, and to find out more about the world. You began exhibiting an interest in gadgets, which was swiftly discouraged by your caretakers with corporeal punishment. Even so, you managed to dismantle and steal electronics from under their noses. Your inquisitiveness would not be stopped so easily. When you were six, you were moved to a more comfortable facility. The tests continued, but you had new roommates. Some were older than you, some younger. You remember a younger girl that wet her bed. She became a target for the older children. You stood up for her. You were still young then, possessed of a naïve notion of good and evil. The bullies turned to you instead. With your weak frame you could not have fought them off. The girl spent nights tending to your wounds. The administrators did nothing but observe. As long as there were no deaths they would allow anything. After all, it was all part of the experiment. The vessel of God requires strength of body and spirit.

    Or so they thought.

    At the age of eight, the ritual took place. The vessels had been prepared by a life of purification, reared for this very day. They would open a gate to the space between the stars and call down God from Her Heavenly Throne. All of you were brothers and sisters, born of the Great Mother – your flesh was already divine; your soul had been prepared over the last year, and finally today, your spirit would receive benediction. You remember thinking at the time that the teachings spoke only of one child; you realized that you were there as back-ups. The administrators were not certain whether the ritual would succeed. Your suspicions were confirmed soon enough.

    One by one, the children marched in.

    One by one, they collapsed, screaming and clawing at their eyes, unable to comprehend what lay beyond. Their minds died before their bodies did, leaving them babbling and insane, writhing on the ground like tortured worms. Men with guns went in after every round, firing a single shot to silence the afflicted child. It didn’t take long for the hysterical children to attempt to run; the men who were smart enough to open a gateway to another dimension were stupid and cruel enough to leave the waiting chamber exposed to the ritual chamber. They could see everything. The guards restrained the children from leaving, cowing them into submission with their guns.

    Then, the only ones left were you and the girl.

    Her name was called. She gripped your hand tightly, not wanting to go. You whispered something to her, planting a small disc in her hand. The doors to the ritual chamber worked the same way as the other doors in the facility. She gave you a nervous nod, her eyes watery with fear. Then, she entered the chamber. You watched as she surreptitiously places the disc on the side of the doors.

    The ritual began again, the ghastly purple light pouring out of the stone ring like a living thing. You watched the girl standing bravely against it, your words bringing her courage. It failed. She lasted longer than most, but she would not last. She started to cry, and you thumb the button. They did not think to search the children, thinking them docile and compliant. Another of their mistakes. The doors to the ritual chamber sprang open, hijacked by the disc she planted. You ran.

    The guards tried to stop you, but as the light flowed thickly out of the chamber and into the waiting room, they fell still, their eyes taking in the loathsome illumination. Behind you, the guards began to scream their throats out, their fingernails scratching against their eyelids and cheeks. With one hand you shielded your eyes against the purple light but still they entered your eyes. You saw visions, glimmers of events that have happened, are happening, and will happen. A great tree withering, the skies tearing themselves apart. A lone man huddling in the desert. Jewel-like universes glittering like beads of rain on a spider’s web. At the center of the web lay something massive and monstrous, distorting time and space with its presence. It was constructed from that same, noxious purple light that flooded the chamber. At that instant, when you saw it… you felt your mind twist. It was a strange sensation, as if half of your brain had walked off somewhere. You shrugged it off, yelling away the visions and stretched your hand outwards. You had to reach her before it was too late. Your fingers closed around her cold shoulder. You pulled the girl close to you as you hear the glass tubes shatter into pieces, a loud roar sending the entire chamber into pandemonium. The ritual was out of control. She wasn’t moving – her heart wasn’t beating; the shock of the ritual finally too much for her to take. You refused to accept it. With the stubborness of the child that you were, you clung on to her and screamed in defiance as the world collapsed around you.

    When you awoke, you were in a hospital, the girl by your side. You survived again. Perhaps your survival meant something greater, you thought. If the ritual was to bring down a deity into a bodily vessel, then surely it had succeeded, if you were alive. Your life’s purpose had been fulfilled, right? You soon found out that it was not so. The facility had been destroyed – you and the girl were the only ones alive. She had dragged your unconscious body all the way from the ruins to the nearest town. That is where the cult found you again.

    The girl began to exhibit powers that no human could possess. It turned out that she was the one chosen by God after all. It did not take the cult long to proclaim her the Messiah. You, on the other hand, remained frail and weak, your growth stunted. They would have killed you, put you out of your misery, had the girl not asked for you as her companion. Your ‘mother’ agreed, at a price. The two of you were initiated early to the cult’s activities. Even now you try to put the orgies and mutilations out of your mind. At one point, they cut both of you open, alive, and implanted little blobs of wriggling black slime into your bodies. The Messiah and her little pet would not be exempt from the rituals. She was expected to learn, and later to lead. The cult did not care so much for purity of the body.

    It seemed, then, that your true purpose in life was to serve the Messiah. You found that hard to accept. You did not resent the girl, but you were envious of the way the adults worshipped her. You desired some of that attention for youself. After all, she listened to every word you say. Why shouldn’t the adults do the same? At the age of ten, you began to know ambition. You began to learn voraciously. Strategy. Tactics. Economy. Philosophy. Science. All of these, and more, became the focus of your attention. You wanted to know everything, so that you could be of use, the way the girl was of use. Perhaps if you knew everything, they would listen to you. They did not, and in fact shunned you further for being a ‘little freak’.

    At the age of eleven, you convinced the girl to help you sneak into the restricted archives. You had exhausted most of the information available to you, and you were now curious about the experiments that they had performed on the both of you. She agreed, reluctantly. You found what you were looking for, but you were caught. The angry cultists would have beaten you to death, even going against their Messiah’s cries. They were convinced that you were becoming a corrupting influence on her. You would have died then and there, had you not used your power. On the boundary between life and death, you felt the cold of nothingness. All of a sudden, you understood. Your eyes glinted a pale blue as you grasped the structure of the world in your hands; you knew that everything could be reduced to numbers and information, and then, at the end of it all, your assailants were dead, fallen by your hand.

    You did not escape punishment for this. Demon child, they called you. A dark one that had crawled out of the portal, sneaking into the world under the light of God to possess a body. They tried to seize you. You tried to fight back. They died. In the throes of their deaths, as they breathed their last in terror of you, as you yourself lay broken and bleeding from their attack, you realized the truth. This world was too cruel and senseless for it to be real. You remembered the thing at the center of universes. You recalled the documents that you read, and came to a conclusion of your own.

    ‘This world is a false world… no, these worlds are fake, offering only the illusion of life. We are all nothing but numbers, information that is observed and documented in the records of fate. Our reality is subject to more governance than most, bound not only by the rules of the thing which oversees all, but those beings that created us. If that is the case, how different are we from an advanced simulation? The all-seeing eye at the center of worlds is nothing more than a glorified computer imposing the bounds of destiny upon us. There must be something beyond it. A true reality, one where words like fate and destiny have no meaning. I will bring salvation to mankind. Fear is the weapon I will use to strip away the fog that clouds their eyes. They will not believe until I have struck raw terror into the depths of their hearts. Then, once they truly see, they will follow.’

    You were finally armed with a sense of purpose. Setting out to subjugate the cult, your rampage was only stopped by the intervention of a man. An immortal whose path would cross yours many times in the future. Shulgi.

    The next time you awoke, a few years later, you were in a hospital on the moon.

    ***

    "How can you still think that fear and suffering is the best way to save humanity?" I finally ask.

    "The suffering is necessary to induce fear. Fear itself is contagious," I reply. "Once it begins spreading from one person to another, it is simple to sway the minds of the masses."

    "I will find another way." I say.

    "Hm. Your third way. The path of freedom. It will be a hard path to take. Interestingly, the fate of one person is easy to change. The Akashic records that bind our destiny can be rewritten for one man, as long as it does not create too much of an effect on the fates of others. The fate of humanity as a collective, however, is impossible to rewrite... not within the confines of the system as it is. That is why I sought to reduce every being into pure information, and seek the true reality where that information can be reproduced."

    "It would be like recreating a digital design stored in a computer in a physical form."

    "Exactly. To reach the true reality I would have to supplant the observer. I cannot see where it is from here. I require God’s throne, so to speak. The nature of our existence is free from such concepts like predestination. We make our own fate. This makes us the only thing that can replace the observer.”

    “It is a megalomaniacal goal. Becoming God?”

    “There is no other way to achieve this. The observer must be replaced. Do you recall the white creature you saw, back in that pocket dimension?”

    “What of it?”

    “The observer… God… is imperfect. When something reaches the end of its life – when it dies – information is lost. The greater the sentience, the greater the loss. You could call it a soul, if you believe in that sort of thing. However, the information is lost but not destroyed. The observer simply fails to observe it any more. It becomes a ‘ghost’. That ghost has the ability to transmit its unobserved state to other things, essentially changing them into ghosts just like it. Think of these as corrupted data that infect whatever they teach. The destruction of possibilities, every time we fall into mortal peril and fail to escape, creates even more of these ghosts. With every second the multiverse spirals further into destruction. We have long since passed the point of no return.”

    “What if I slay the observer?”

    “I am not sure whether the multiverse will continue to exist without an observer. It could be that you will be forced into the role. It could be that we do not need an observer to exist. No one knows.”

    “You have no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for either, or that it is even there.”

    “True, there is no certainty. Then again, I am mad. You are not supposed to be.”

    “Perhaps I am too. Anyway, I think this is getting too deep for me. I came here to seek power enough to defeat a galactic Emperor, and end up going away with a head full of cosmic mumbo-jumbo. I’ll have a hard time digesting everything.”

    “Well, if it’s any consolation you won’t have to deal with the really serious stuff until later. Focus on what is ahead of you. It’s all up to you now.”

    I reach out and grasp my hand. I am on the armchair, and I am on the throne of thorns.

    ***

    Then, I wake up.

    There is a commotion outside the room. I swing my legs off the bed and get up, not feeling any worse for the wear. How much time has passed? When I open the door, I see everyone gathered in the corridors. My mother seems to be squabbling with Selkhet.

    “I’m telling you, you can’t move all that equipment in here. I am in charge of this base and I decide what goes where.”

    “You may be in charge of the base but you know nothing of where to best put scientific equipment,” says Selkhet firmly. Strange. Did she always talk like that?

    I catch Erika’s eye, who runs over to me.

    She grabs both of my shoulders and stares deeply into my eyes, trying to see if I’m still me. I laugh. “Hey, relax. It went fine. I remember everything now.”

    With a twinge of guilt, I also remember dismembering her. When I had tried to save the world by reducing it to goo, I had wanted to save the ones I loved first. Kyrie and Erika happened to show up at a very inopportune time. I look away from Erika, over her shoulder at my mother and Selkhet.

    “What happened?” I ask.

    “Well… it’s a long story…”

    ***

    “And so, things definitely did not go as planned,” finished Selkhet – or Sekhenun, as she called herself now. “If this child had not shown up, I would not have been dragged out instead of him. Morphic resonance. It’s always bloody morphic resonance.”

    “I’m sorry,” Rei apologizes. “I didn’t think Selkhet would follow me in the room.”

    “So,” I begin, “Let me get this straight. You were going to revive some ancient entities living in the flower, and somehow revived the wrong one?”

    “You are facing a war, aren’t you?” sighs Sekhenun almost theatrically, as if I’m some slow imbecile. “I’m not the one you really need right now. You want the other guy. It is not my fault that you are incompetent enough to let a child into the room during a very critical procedure.”

    “What’s stopping us from sending you back and getting the other guy?”

    “No, it cannot be done,” says Sekhenun, rejecting my suggestion outright. “Not for now, at least. The last flower has been used up, and I will need to grow some more. That will take some time. You’ll have to make do with me for now, which is why I strongly suggest that you have my equipment moved where I want them. Even if I am mainly a goddess of science, I didn’t hang around that lout for a thousand years without picking up something.”

    “By the way, we already paid for it,” adds Rei.

    “Who paid-“ I start in a panic.

    “Iannes did.”

    “Oh, that’s alright then.” I heave a sigh of relief. “Right, let me just go convince my mom…”

    ***

    Erec and Erika were the only ones that did not manage to complete their mission successfully. Although Julius had been sincere in his offer to defect, he was tracked down and murdered by Federation operatives during the extraction. Before he died, he managed to let Erika know a bit of useful information - Kyrie's grave in Ankida should be empty. Luckily, Rei had received the information and checked it out when she was there, confirming it to be true. In the mean time, the Federation military still seems to be stuck in turmoil, managing nothing more than some half-hearted attacks that were easily repelled. Their generals and admirals seem to be squabbling over who should get the credit. It is time to act against the Federation military.

    ***


    A. We'll launch an attack on the main Federation fleet. We will aim to keep casualties low, aiming to demonstrate the uselessness of their leadership and make fools of them rather than do any lasting damage to their forces.

    B. We strike while they are still disorganized and attempt to devastate their forces before they can bring their numerical might to bear against us. The more we kill now, the less we have to deal with later.

    C. We attempt a wholly diplomatic approach to reach out to the lower ranking officers - the colonels and the majors, to sway them to our side.The generals and admirals are useless to us.
     
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  7. treave Arcane Patron

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    Welp, the update went on way too long, so I had to truncate it and it ended up being real choppy, not to mention missing some character setting scenes. Next one will flesh out a bit more on what was going on with the Kyrie-ghost as well as our updated powers.
     
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  8. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Ho-hum. Tentative A here, we want the forces to fight the emperor, right? The more the better.
    And we still harbor an alien, so maybe going the diplo route isn't the most obvious.

    Then again, we are building a giant death robot, so maybe we won't need the military as much as we need their production facilities.

    I could be swayed. Let's hear the arguments.
     
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  9. Whoohoo! Though it would have been better had we done this before Kyrie got gooed/ghosted...

    B - Destroying things usually turns out best for us.
     
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  10. treave Arcane Patron

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    It couldn't have been done without her getting disassembled, but I'll let Sekhenun explain that.
     
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  11. Azira Arcane Patron

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    It's probably a good thing we've got the brains of the outfit here though. Maybe Sekh together with Senya can help us to not do insipidly stupid things, like we managed to do a couple of times with Ean. :M
     
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  12. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Uh-oh. Lambchop19 posted here, Sekh just got revived, and he still did not vote to cut off her head and put it in a jar?!? o_O
     
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  13. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Sekhenun! :love:

    Almost as good as having Ean back. Which we will, eventually! If we survive. But does that mean Selkhet is no more? :(

    Not sure what to vote.
     
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  14. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Ha-ha, fuck yes! :love:
    Maybe now we can piece together some truly EPIC! shit. Wonder if she can give us a flower Ean before the invasion.
    I knew you'd come around, bro, welcome to the tentacle lover's club.

    Although I'm not a hundred percent sure as to what exactly we'll use to get them on our side. Or what would happen had we accompanied Rei. treave?
     
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  15. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Now now, let's not go *that* far. I merely have a fondness of the Gieloth. Do check out who was the most ardent defender of the last Gieloth.
     
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  16. treave Arcane Patron

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    If you stopped Selkhet from wandering in you get Ean. As for the officers the current disorganized state of the Fed is worrying some of them.
     
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    OMG SEKHIE YOU'RE BACK I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!:love:

    *cough* Anyway, damn. That was a great infodump that cleared up a lot of our questions, but we probably really should've gotten this over and done with waaay back when, huh? And it turns out the whole "there is a whole reality outside of this reality" thing is pretty much unfounded with no evidence to support it. Well then.

    In any case, I think B is more like backfire; trying to damage them seriously is probably just going to get them to rally and re-organize themselves around beating us, the common enemy, and then what will we do? We didn't get Ean, the guy who could've helped us blow more things up. Diplomacy is probably not such a great idea since we're known for harbouring aliens... so A is probably the optimal choice here? That said, I could be persuaded to sway to C. I'll wait for a bit longer to vote.

    EDIT:

    Huh, seems like that'll give us an in with them. Let's go with C.
     
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  18. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Oh well, what's done is done. Guess we'll just have to keep Sek long enough to give us our BRO back. I'm pretty sure Senya and Ean can agree on a lot of stuff. Other things, not so much, maybe. Oh, who am I kidding, the Lothal drop alone is worth a million bropoints with him.
    Enough nostalgia for now: not satisfied with the Feds, you say? Seems like the perfect opportunity to take their best and brightest away from them: appeal to their needs and ambitions, and the urgency of Marduk's crusade. We are the more competent of the two factions here. Any sight of Vic G Camna?
     
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  19. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Sekhenun came back by possessing Selkhet though. If Ean can only come back through possession, would he have taken over Senya's body? Or Rei's?

    COSMIC GENDER BENDER!
     
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  20. treave Arcane Patron

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    It'll be explained in the next update what happened at the hideout. No 'possession' was supposed to have been involved though.
     
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  21. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Hmm, all we need to do now is somehow extract Shilgi's nanites out of the Sin and we'll have the old band back together.

    Except Naram, but noone needs him anyway.
     
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  22. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Alright, give me C. Also, point out that Kyrie's grave is empty to make Julia look silly.
     
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  23. treave Arcane Patron

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    Oh, there's something planned for that grave news...
     
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  24. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Would've been amusing if Ean returned in a womans body though. :troll:
     
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  25. treave Arcane Patron

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    He's spent the past thousand years in a mind meld with a tentacle monster, nothing can faze him anymore. :lol:
     
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