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[LP CYOA] Epic

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

  1. The Brazilian Slaughter Arcane

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    HOLY. FUCK.
    Damnit guys, we could''ve found out more clues about Shulgi and maybe stopped this war. Now if we're ignorant when he suddently shows up and TAKES OVER THE COSMOS or something, then we're doomed, althrough it would be a pretty cool full-circle thing if we had a Ean vs Shulgi Round 2 fight.

    I say A. LOREDUMPS FOR THE LOREGOD, KNOWLODGE TO THE KNOW-THRONE!

    Bear in mind this can be council... but not OUR COUNCIL, or the one from our time. These guys may be future versions or even alternates.
    I don't think these guys are masters. Dio nuked the spheres (presumably with DIOBOT or DIOZILLA) and is at war with IAE for all there is.
     
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  2. Esquilax Arcane

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    I still think that C was the right choice because I don't think we were in a position to deceive and/or fight with the Council member physically due to our lack of knowledge. It would have presented problems of its own and we probably would have had to reload. Now, a few things to take note of:

    I find it interesting that the immortals that the Observer is speaking to are referred to as Custodians. I suppose this means custodians of the records of fate. But why would the Council be in charge of these records when the Masters they serve are at war with the Great Idea? This is a lot to take in.

    @treave, do we have any idea about the passage of time in this place?

    Sure, they won't do anything to our body while we're here, but it's hard to tell how long we'll be out in this place. That's the only thing that makes me hesitant about A.
     
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  3. treave Arcane Patron

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    THIS IS NOT A WAR. THIS IS PEST CONTROL.

    EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE.

    Oh, right. Time. At your current position time won't have passed when you 'return to your body', so to speak. I will make no guarantees if you go through that door, of course. Maybe it will, maybe it will not. What I can guarantee, however, is that if you step through that door you'll get an infodump related to the Great Idea.
     
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  4. treave Arcane Patron

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    Yes. Though rather than being told it is more of being deduced.
     
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  5. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Quoted for truth. Also, because I really want nobody to miss this important summary!
     
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  6. Baltika9 Arcane

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    As long as we damn well please, apparently.
    I suppose we can stay for tea and a friendly game of chess, if the mood strikes us and the company is good. But, we'll see.
     
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  7. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sooo... I can update in a while, right?

    :thumbsup: Right.
     
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  9. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Yeah. :thumbsup: 4 votes for A, and only 2 for B. That's a solid majority.

    I'm not bitter my vote went to the minority. Just means I get to bitch if things go south. :M
     
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  10. Smashing Axe Arcane Patron

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    Swooping in to vote B, A sounds too good to be true. And right now at this juncture it's too risky to go through that door for the loredump. We need to do what we came to the fortress for.
     
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  11. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Also B, producing a tie. Problem, A-fags? :troll:
     
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  12. treave Arcane Patron

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    Well, I took my previous post as a confirmation of an A victory and began the update, so...

    It'll be out in an hour or so.
     
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  13. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    :rage:

    But not really. I'm quite fond of A, actually, being THE Storyfag and all. But you just ruined my trollpost :(
     
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  14. treave Arcane Patron

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    I could've ruined it by just having my post be the update. :troll:

    But, eh, fair amount of revelations inbound. Expect to pay the price for it, however.
     
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  15. Esquilax Arcane

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    So we're either getting captured by Alpha or we're going crazy due to exposing ourselves to this place. Or both.
     
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  16. treave Arcane Patron

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    Garden of the Gods

    When my fingers brush the shadow door, I feel them sink in. There is a slight, insistent tug, followed by a stronger one that makes my imaginary finger joints creak. Then, I am pulled in without being able to offer any resistance.

    I hear one of the figures say, “Wow. I can’t believe he fell for that.”

    ***

    When the darkness clears, I find myself looking at the sky. A sky that is pure white, without a hint of any blemish or imperfection. There appears to be a dim light and heat emanating from the sky somehow – it is not blinding or glaring to observe.

    This seems familiar. It is not exactly the same as the world I visited once, however; instead of smooth grey buildings melted together in an unnatural hodgepodge of architecture, the structures here seem to be real. Concrete. I tap the floor I had been sitting on. Real concrete, from the feel of it. I seem to be on top of a skyscraper; multiple other towers stretch out before me, indicating that I am in a city of some sort. I do not recognize the skyline, however. When my eyes shift, quickly scanning the featureless heavens, I spot a single object that breaks the uniformity of the unnerving firmament above me: a moon. It is difficult to spot in the white sky, its own colour almost blending into the background. The shadowy craters are the only thing that distinguish it from its surroundings.

    “This is a dull place, I must admit.”

    I turn with a start, my observation of the moon rudely interrupted by the croaking, husky voice. In front of me must be the oldest man I have ever seen. He is wizened and bent over in his brown coat, clutching onto a black cane. The up-turned collar of the coat covers his ears and what is left of his wispy white hair straggling out a meagre existence on the sides of his head. Still, the wrinkles that line his face cannot disguise the glint of power in his eyes. This is a man that is used to getting what he wants.

    With a quaking effort, he manages to bend forward even further in a grotesque bow, though he looks on the verge of toppling over just to attempt such a stunt.

    “Welcome, young Senya, to the garden of the gods.”

    “I thought you guys were big on the idea of nice chairs and tea,” I say. “This is a rather sparse reception.”

    The old man peers at me with eyes clouded by age and snorts. “Cooper, right? He likes that sort of presentation. After so many years they have each developed quirks in their methods of dealing with the natives. Well, if that is what you want… I didn’t ask for you to appear on top of the building, you know.” He turns his back and beckons a crooked finger at me. “Come.”

    I remember what the figure said just before I was deposited here. As the old man hobbles away, I concentrate on finding a way back. I don’t need to leave right now, but should I require an urgent exit…

    Nothing. I cannot sense anything outside what I currently feel. I cannot even call upon my powers.

    The old man stops and glances over his shoulder at me, his lips twisted into an unlikeable grin. At that moment, I understand that there is no escape, at least for now. There is nothing for me to do but to follow and hope I haven’t finally gotten myself into something over my head.

    ***

    The bottom levels of the skyscraper turn out to be a shopping mall, judging from the items on display in the windows. The words adorning the signs and billboards are in a script I do not recognize, though they seem to share a very slight resemblance to Shinari Greek. Other than that, there are the usual collections of bags and clothes that seem to be the bulk of merchandise in such malls, and there are no signs of anything living other than me and the old man. I find myself in what looks like to be a pleasantly comfortable coffee house, a cup of steaming mocha in front of me and the old man perched arrogantly opposite me.

    “This is a nice way to treat your prisoner.”

    “No,” smiles the old man. “Not yet. You are still a guest for now.”

    “Well, let’s hope I don’t do anything to revoke that status,” I wave. “By the way, where are the ones that brought me here? They are your flunkies, I presume?”

    “Oh, I assume they are out and about. You might meet them, you might not. That is not important. And no, they are not my flunkies, Senya. They are my colleagues.”

    “You seem to be a little bit old to be their colleague. None of them sounded or appeared like you, or are you disguising yourself?”

    The old man shakes his head. “I am not capable of such a thing. What you see before you is what I am. Just an old man.” Even so, I have a strong feeling that ‘just an old man’ is probably what many of his foes thought just before he disposed of them. I settle back, trying to keep my composure.

    “Why are you the one to explain things to me, then?”

    “Because we are the most alike, you and I,” says the old man. “When you get right down to it, we are both humans caught in the games of the gods.”

    We sit there, looking at each other in silence.

    “Well?” asks the old man.

    “Well what?” I ask in return.

    “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

    “I’m sure you have lots to tell me regardless of what I say. Go ahead and talk, and let me know when you’ve finished talking.”

    The old man’s face creases up in a strange expression. His grin seems to be almost angry, and for an instant I think he is about to jump over the table and throttle me. Then, he sighs loudly.

    “You may think I am not on your side, but I am. Very well, I will tell you what I know. Right, where shall I start…”

    ***

    You are a part of the Great Idea. My colleagues call it the Idea of All Existence, but no matter what we name it, it has the same role. It observes reality, and in the process of observing it makes reality real. You already know that. Now, what you don’t know is that it is not God. At least, it is not a god that was there from the start; it is a creation, just like you or me. My colleagues created it as a project. They were facing a terrible crisis, certain extinction… I don’t know what it is as they no longer remember themselves, and apparently the IAE project was to be their trump card to overcome this crisis.

    They could not save themselves, so they created a God to save them.

    It did not work out like they hoped. The only ones saved were thirteen beings that had been physically closest to the Great Idea when it awoke, the ones that had been involved on the project as its custodians. Even then, they were reduced to shadows of their former selves. The rest of their people were effectively destroyed. I say effectively, because in its awakening it sought to execute its original instructions, which was to protect this world and its people. It did that by suspending the world from the flow of time. The process turned the residents of the world into echoes. Pointless fragments of thoughts.

    From then on, the nature of reality changed, governed by the Great Idea and its whims. It is not a perfect God, not at all. You do know of the Unseen, right? Yes, I see that you know of them. The white ghosts that have fallen out of God’s sight. Some god. Hah. It would sit on its throne observing stupidly while all of us die slowly choking to death in white goo. Under its watch, the multiverse has stagnated. You might not know this, but there is no progress through the infinite universes; no life, no advances, except what we have cultivated in our own sandbox.

    With my help, its former custodians have embarked on a mission to find a way out of this hell it has trapped them in. What began as an experiment out of boredom and curiosity would now be the sword by which we can strike back at the Great Idea. They need someone truly alive and living, like us – truly human - to shake their perception of their reality and show them what they really need to do.

    ***

    “What they really need to do, is to kill the god that they made.” finishes the old man.

    “What is so hard about that? They made it, didn’t they?”

    “They have been denied access,” shrugs the old man. “I don’t know everything about that, but it seems that they were locked out when the Great Idea suddenly gained the idea of self-preservation.” I stare at the old man. I don’t trust him, and I’m not sure whether his story is the truth, a half-truth, or even entirely made-up. It seems plausible enough, but there are always other explanations.

    “So, this is where I come in?” They must have been searching for ways to destroy their own creation for countless eons. That was what the games were for, eventually. The Master had implied that I was a piece that changed the game entirely... maybe even doing away with the need for a game at all. This is how.

    The old man nods, grinning his toothless grin. “I am not sure how, but I know you can do it.”

    He expects me to kill the Observer. I am about to laugh and call it a ridiculous idea, before I suddenly remember the room I had been in before coming here, where I had deleted an immortal from existence. Perhaps the supercomputer and its control panel was not just a figment of imagination created out of familiarity. Perhaps it was grounded in reality… well, for a given value of reality, which has really depreciated nowadays.

    I carefully keep these thoughts from showing on my face as the old man continues to peer at me. “Well?” He asks, almost impatiently. “Will you help us and save all of existence?”

    ***

    A. I agree to help him. If what he said is true, this Observer is the real enemy and my main target. I already know that the white ghosts are caused by the Observer’s flaws, and if they can aid me in fixing the problem… well, that’s my goal accomplished, isn’t it? There is no need to complicate matters and risk more damage to the fabric of reality. Of course, I only agree to help him save existence; the manner in which I do it will be up to me in the end.

    B. I reject him. If they could compel me to do their bidding, I get the feeling they'd have already done it without talking. I don’t think the old man would have asked me this question if he could not tell if I was lying about my decision; he seems far too savvy for that. Let him do his worst – if they kill my consciousness, they will only provoke a reset which frees me, and if they hold me prisoner, they’re giving me time to find a way out of here.
     
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  17. treave Arcane Patron

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    I'll set the deadline for this choice ahead of schedule to prevent any more misunderstandings then. Two days should be enough to discuss the implications. The price has already been paid; i.e. even if you escape after this, your absence will have affected the war. It won't be a good effect, but it doesn't mean you've already lost, so automatically giving up on that front for lost would be inadvisable. Then again, agreeing (or pretending to agree) gets you even closer to the root of all things, so it's a swift way of handling matters.
     
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  18. TOME Cuckmaster General

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    Well, fuck. I'm too slow apparently.

    No reason to not agree now, is there? Let's get more infodumps and get back to war, shall we. A.
     
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  19. Esquilax Arcane

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    This smells like bullshit. Well, if they need someone who is truly human to strike at the Great Idea, why the fuck doesn't this guy do it? After all, he's human like us, so why would he need us?

    Actually, I don't think he's lying about that part. In fact, he seems to be a very convincing, persuasive individual. Also, he seems very old, he's probably been around the Great Idea for a long, long time. Kinda reminds me of someone:

    Okay, this last bit was metagaming, but his story is still inconsistent. The problem is that he's got us by the balls right now. We agree to ally with him, and we become a pawn in allowing the Masters to overtake the Great Idea, and tricking them will be extremely difficult in our position. If we refuse to play ball, we lose valuable months off the war effort and begin to suffer.
     
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  20. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Might as well do as Diogenes Camna asks. It must end well, right?

    A
     
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  21. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    Also,

    [​IMG]

    :smug:
     
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  22. Anabanana Augur

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    So, taking the story at face value for a moment...

    This old man isn't one of the thirteen Masters, yet calls them his colleagues, and is human just like Senya? He's the winner of a previous "game", isn't he? The representative of a previous civilization that reached the center of their universe and got their wish. But that doesn't fit with how he describes the sandbox as something that he helped them start. Or perhaps they started playing around with creating universes, this guy somehow managed to find them on his own, and then gave them the idea of doing it in a more systematic basis.

    I'm curious about how the Masters became "shadows of their former selves". Why were they saved because they were "physically closest"? Ah, probably because the Great Idea couldn't suspend time around itself, because it needed to keep functioning normally?

    What happens after we kill the Great Idea? Do we become the new, better Great Idea, who can restore the Masters' Universe and see the Unseen? What happens at the moment the Great Idea stops observing? Won't that turn everything into goo?
     
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  23. The Brazilian Slaughter Arcane

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    Oh boy... looks like we just met THE BIG BAD.

    I think the cataclysm which doomed the Masters' previous civilization was something like the Ghostapocalypse. They made IAE to stop it but it only saved themselves.

    I wonder about the Council and the Masters... Cooper may have been just two guys with the same name. Or The Masters ARE THE COUNCIL... IN THE FUTURE! Perhaps we fail and they turn on to making IAE to escape the Ghostapocalypse.

    Or maybe, when the Masters/Custodians remade the universe, they remade a universe with copies of themselves, so the Council ARE the Masters... but they are the Masters as immortals not full Masters.

    I'm... unsure. On one hand, we could short-circuit this guy and his colleagues and become the Observer. On the other hand... do we really want to trust Diogenes Camna? Yes, it is him. Who else it would be?

    Sigh, its a pity we don't have Shulgi on our side anymore. He would know what do to, and he would sneer at them all the while.
     
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  24. Clearly, this Master hasn't been paying much attention to our previous choices...

    As to the choice, I'll keep it simple for you bros:

    DON'T. TRUST. DIO.
    B

    edit: unless we can lie. @treave, can we lie or change our mind later?
     
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  25. treave Arcane Patron

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    Yeah. You can still flop at the last minute and throw them all for a loop, though whether that will succeed or not is up in the air. As for murderizing the Observer and its aftermath, I forgot to throw in the old man saying that without it, reality would just snap back to its normal state, which doesn't require a 'god' to exist. Basically, he says it's consequence-free.
     
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