Your browser does not seem to support JavaScript. As a result, your viewing experience will be diminished, and you have been placed in read-only mode.
Please download a browser that supports JavaScript, or enable it if it's disabled (i.e. NoScript).
"The Spatial Nexus is an old Strandless myth," Shade explains hastily to Shrout. "It teleports people to no-one knows where; obviously here, which is three kilometers below Siqwe. As to why we're here, I have no idea." Using his faithful Zarian Energy Blades, Shade enlarges the hole Payback blasted in the wall of the cavern. It reveals a narrow tunnel running parallel to the walls. Shade squeezes through the narrow opening into the tunnel. There are no aliens in sight, as they have all been driven off by the stench of Jess' melted toothbrush. "Euk, slimy." Shade groans, as his boots come up covered in organic gunk. "Follow me!" he tells the other patrons, and the group moves off down the tunnel. Slowly the tunnel curves to the right and grows lighter. Rounding the last, sharp bend, Shade stops as he sees a smaller cavern. The other bar-goers stop to look. In the center of the cave, suspended from the ceiling far above, is a huge luminescent pod, glowing a sickly green. Through the membraneous skin of the pod they can make out thousands of tiny aliens, all squirming and churning their way through the alien amniotic fluid. Around it and over it are clustered several dozen adult aliens. Reacting to the human's prescence, the alien pod splits open, releasing the thousands of little aliens onto the floor of the cave. In a ravening, slavering swarm of claws and teeth, the aliens advance on the patrons
(There's an obvious way out of this, if you can think of it)
Glad to see everyone's enjoying this thing!
------------------ (url="http://"http://www.geocities.com/shades_shipyard")Shade's Shipyard(/url), the source for your ship needs.
Shrout1 tosses Shade one of the last shield generators, "Put this on and engage it! Fast!" So Shade turns it on. Shrout1 yells out, "Any of you who have generators, get in front of everyone else, form a wall with our shields! Everyone else, stay back!" And so they do. Shrout1, Shade, OV, Payback and U.E. Admiral all form a line in front of the advancing alien mass, cutting and shooting as many aliens as they can, but it's not fast enough. In the background one of the million dollar fuzzes lets out a sneeze - a small sneeze, but a sneeze. The aliens all seem to be slowing down and strange groans can be heard from caverns beyond, Shrout1 wonders what is happening.... (Think War of the Worlds here!)
Come visit the (url="http://"http://nova6.pautsch.com/forum/intro.lasso")Nova6s Webboards(/url).
Gruny re-teleports into the bar to be sucked into the thing of blue light. He activates his shield generator before falling in. He lands next to OV, who suddenly yelps when Grundys blaster hits him on the head. Grundy gets up, "Whats up?" He looks at the little aliens crawling on the floor."Uh-oh."
------------------ Never pet a burning dog. ------------------ Come visit (url="http://"http://nova6.pautsch.com/forum/intro.lasso")Nova6s Webboards(/url).
Shade, hacking away at the aliens with his Zarian Energy Blades, hears the Fuzz sneeze and realises that the Fuzz must also be reacting to the horrible burnt-plastic stench of Jess' toothbrush. "Quick, Jess, the toothbrush!" he cries, and she hands it to him. While fighting off the aliens with one hand, Shade uses his Zarian Energy Blades to heat up the toothbrush, releasing waves of horrible smell into the cave. All the aliens run frantically for the exits of the cavern, but the smaller ones aren't fast enough and are killed as their feeble brains react to the stench. In the center of the cave, the alien pod is shrivellling, oozing sticky green goo as it dies. "The aliens must react to bad smells!" Payback exclaims, pulling off his shoes. Everyone else recoils in horror as the stink of Payback's feet spreads throughout the cave(No offense meant, Payback). "Quick, everyone get their shoes off!" Shade says, reaching down to pull off his boots. Then OV's Fuzz lets out an odious burp. "OV, what have you been feeding that Fuzz?" Shade asks. "Cheese!" OV answers. "Rane likes cheese." he shows Shade a slice of very aged Blue Vein Cheese, which stinks worse than everyone's feet. Eyeing the cheese suspiciously, Shade leads the Stench Soldiers deeper into the alien labyrinth.
Grundy is walking behind the Bar goers when he remembers that the safety on his gun is off. He takes it out and turns on the safety, then pulls the trigger to make sure its on(remember that this is an electric safety). The gun made the sort of sound it did when it was about to fire but it didn't shoot. He turns the safety off and shoots. The gun hisses and turns off. Grundy also notes that his shield is flickering.
No problem, Shade. After an hour of basketball, they do smell kinda funny right now.
Now Payback goes into Matrix mode, running around the cavern, kicking any last surviving aliens. All that crazy power, and all he had to was take off his shoes. sigh It's also amazing what one does and says while away for a day.
------------------ -Payback37 (url="http://"http://www.clarkson.edu/~curtislg")Biggles Productions(/url) Treat all the world as the world deserves, With love or with hate but never with harm, --an excerpt from The Seafarer , an Anglo-Saxon poem translation
Well, I gave out all those shield generatos and all I had to do was make people stink? This could be disadventageous to me in the future :D. That's all right - maybe all of you will get some kind of use out of the generators in a much more violent bar :D. Anyway, Shrout1 raises a link with his Crescent Warship and tells it remotely to come to Siqwe and orbit above the position of the cave - then everyone is transported out.
Sorry Payback. But I needed someone to realise that the aliens were adversely affected by horrible smells, and take their shoes off.
Shade sees Grundulater's flickering shield and worries. "Grundulater, your shield is flickering- your power units are running out of power!" "But they can't be," Grundulater replies, "I brought them new two weeks ago." "Then either someone sold you a dud, or something is draining our power units! " Suddenly Shade's Zarian Energy Blades flicker out, followed by all the handlights in the group. The cavern is now only illuminated by the glow of the alien slime, which is brighter down one of the side corridors the aliens retreated down. The group treks on down this corridor, which is a maze of crevices and cracks. Most of the cracks are sealed off by strands of alien organic tendrils, and the rest are too small to admit a human. But not too small to let an alien pass through; several times they have to shoot aliens emerging from the cracks with their sonic disruptors. The light grows stronger, and the group comes to a dead end- the main corridor has been blocked by a web of alien filaments. Shade's Zarian Energy Blades are out, and Sonic Disruptors can't actually physically damage the filaments, because the filaments don't have vibration or sound sensors. The only chance is if someone has a working non-energy type weapon.
(edit)Shrout, we're under three kilometers of solid rock here, and your CW is four jumps away.Add that to the fact that transporters don't exist,and the fact that I said Resolving the situation in a single post is not allowed,it would spoil all the fun.Get it? Besides, the aliens might develop an immunity to our stink, or our feet might get so covered in slime that they cease stinking, or something.(/edit)
So, Payback, are you having fun yet?
(This message has been edited by Shade (edited 01-13-2002).)
Yes, Shade, I am. This group adventure is much more interesting thsn a webstory, I believe, because in webstories everyone is in it for themselves.
Payback throws down his useless weapon, and looks around in the gloom. "All still here?" he asks. Nobody responds. "Good," he replies. He wonders if somebody here has a hard enough head to be used as a battering ram against the filaments.
FreakOfNature, being, well, a freak of nature, has a tolerably hard noggin to volunteer for the cause. Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump! Crrrrrrack!
Er, has anybody got some Advil?
------------------ They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Shade, I wasn't going to resolve the situation just then, but my father abruptly showed up and kicked me off of the computer, so I finished ver quickly. Anyway, keep in mind that the CW is on its way, how soon it will get here may be the problem. Also - this thing will get closed at 200 and due to that old "war of the bars" unspoken law of not continuing them, we could very well be trapped in here forever! Anyway...
Before all of his equipment goes dead, Shrout1 takes some time to use his genrator and make some top of the line weaponry. M-16's for all hands, plus enough ammo for several days - stored in Shrout1's magnetically sealed black hole (completely safe & accessible). He also makes some metal shields and some standard swords, just in case we do run out of ammo. Shrout1 uses the last bit of his cloak energy to try and cut through the filaments with his rock cutter, but it seems to be too hard. If anyone has a more powerful weapon I should have enough for 1 shot left....
OV takes his Fuzz back to it's bed, "how'd you get down there and I told you not to eat any more of that cheese!"
------------------ You have been overriden by Overrider. Prepare to die evil scum! -Me (url="http://"http://www.gameranger.com")GameRanger--Sß-Overrider720(/url) | (url="http://"http://www.boardgame.f2s.com/cgi-bin/ikonboard//ikonboard.cgi")BoardGame(/url) | (url="http://"http://www.magleague.com")MaG League- Overrider(/url) The Underdogs Smiles:(url="http://"http://community.theunderdogs.org/smiley/gallery.htm")Underdog Smiles(/url) (url="http://"http://www.nova6.pautsch.com/forum/intro.lasso?bypass_cookie=si")Nova6's Webboard(/url) | (url="http://"http://cgi-bin.spaceports.com/~kiddie/phpBB/index.php")Unnoficial EV Forums(/url)
Shrout, what I mean is that we're under three kilometers of rock. We can't call out.
Shade gives FreakOfNature some drugs to stop his head hurting. "Now," he tells the assembled patrons, "I've figured out that in 8 posts every single alien on the planet is going to attack us all at once. Obviously, we don't have enough ammo- thankyou Shrout- to survive that. They seem to have developed immunity to horrible stinks, too. Payback, you can put your shoes back on now. So we have two options- either we try and make our way to the surface and hope that someone arrives in the system and notices us and rescues us- a lot of ifs- or we go down, and try to find the alien queen and kill her. I suggest we go down, but it's your choice."
Send Jess and Gazza, since hes injured up to the surface while the rest of us head below. Oh by the way, I found a hidden pannel under the floor and found something that might help. 5 extra boxes of ammunition for the Sonic blasters and new pistols! Proton Bolt Blasters! They shoot concentrated rays of blue fire! Neat aren't they! Shade, Freak, Shrout and anyone else get prepared for a huge fight
Grundy sneezes and pulls a battered old kcat out of his pocket. "This baby came from a bar I was in a very long time ago. Observe..." Grundy patts the kitty and it turns into a huge raging monster, then back to a cute little kitty.
Why should we send Jess up to the surface?
(edit)Grundulater,how long have you had I394's K'aat without telling us?(/edit)
Shade takes his proton bolt blaster and goes scouting a short distance. Soon he finds a pair of deep wells at the end of a narrow passageway. Hot, humid air and droplets of alien slime are roaring up one well, while a stream of cold air whistles down the other. Looking down at the sickly green light emnating at the unseen bottom of the wells, Shade slips on a patch of alien slime and falls into the well of hot air. The buffeting, humid wind slows his decent, so he doesn't break anything when he hits the bottom, in a puddle of sticky gunk. Standing up and attempting to brush the worst of the goo of himself, Shade realises that the two wells mush have been ventilation shafts. He is now standing in a translucent green tube hanging from the ceiling of a giant cavern. Far below him is an alien pod that glows, instead of green, with a twisting, flickering blue-white light. Shade decides to try and get to the odd pod, but before he can set out, an alien turns the corner of the tube and attacks! The alien is armed with a strange metal staff with a greenish bubble on the end, held by steel claws. Shade's proton blaster is sent flying as the alien impacts with him, and soon he is grappling with the alien for it's staff. Ripping the staff from the alien's grip, Shade whacks the alien in the head with it. The alien is hurled away as the staff hits, and Shade realises that the staff must be a kind of kinetic force scepter, a weapon developed by the Miranu a few years ago. Holding the scepter ready to fire,Shade moves off down the tube. Although he's found a neat new weapon, he's also cut off from the others
(This message has been edited by Shade (edited 01-14-2002).)
OOC:Whoa Shade. The very first kcat was my idea. Ask I394!!! Ask him!!!
Grundy looks at where Shade fell in, shrugs, and jumps down with his kcat. He lands in the goo and walks out of it. "What is down here?"
Payback looks around, wondering if anyone will follow. He hops into the crumbled hole, not bothering with weapons this time. He looks around for Shade, but can't find him yet. A couple aliens charge him, but his mad skillz take care of them quickly. He nonchalantly steps over the broken bodies, only to find another half dozen waiting in his path. He asks nobody in particular, "So is Shade over there?" One of the aliens hisses at him. He shrugs and wades in. A couple flying kicks and punches later, he joins Shade in the chamber. "So, what now? DO something with that new glostick of yours?"
/ego tripp
(edit)w00t! Numero 500!(/edit) ------------------ -Payback37 (url="http://"http://www.clarkson.edu/~curtislg")Biggles Productions(/url) Treat all the world as the world deserves, With love or with hate but never with harm, --an excerpt from The Seafarer , an Anglo-Saxon poem translation
(This message has been edited by Payback37 (edited 01-14-2002).)
"You want me to do something with this?" Shade asks, waving the kinetic scepter. "Fine". Pointing the scepter at the wall of the tube, he rips the wall out. Green gunk falls hundreds of meters to the floor below. Then, aiming the scepter carefully at the cavern floor, Shade uses it to raise a series of stairs down to the ground. "That good enough for you?" He asks, leading the way down the stairs. As they get closer to the floor of the cavern, they can see that in the strange pod is another Spatial Nexus! All they have to do is fight their way through the swarms of aliens on the floor and open the pod, and the Nexus will transport them somewhere else, away from Siqwe! (By this I mean the next bar, which I AM STARTING.No complaints.After all, surely I've earned it by unborifying Payback?)
"Apart from the value of such assertions as 'there is a categorical imperative in us,' one can always ask : What does such an assertion indicate about him who makes it? There are systems of morals which are meant to justify their authors in the eyes of other people; other systems if morals are meant to tranquilize him, and make him self-satisfied; with other systems he wants to crucify and humble himself; with others he wishes to take revenge; with others to conceal himself; with others to glorify himself and gain superiority and distinction; - this system of morals helps its author to forget, that system makes him, or something of him, forgotten; many a moralist would like to exercise power and creative arbitrariness over mankind; many another, perhaps, Kant especially, gives us to understand by his morals that 'what is estimable in me, is that I know how to obey - and with you it shall not be otherwise than with me!' In short, systems of morals are only a sign language of the emotions."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, "Natural History of Morals"