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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:40 pm
This was sickeningly cooll. The great, awesome, amazing country of America.... stuck here, like this. It was humiliating, and it seemed none other than Radio Jack was here to accompany him. "At least it's not France." He mumbled, thanking the Lord secretly. It wasn't the dark he feared, truly, but rather, what lurked in the dark. He just wished not for anything... frightening to pop up.
"Hmm?" The bizarre demon looked up, blinking his dark, peach colored eye. America shook his head, grinning. True, he was THE best, with amazing strength, but the fear of darkness, the fear of the supernatural... It was overwhelming, and was infamously known for getting the best of him. The younger, however, could care less, and turned away. ... There might be some good booty 'ere fer th' takin', eh? He smiled to himself, determined to get out of this with some sort of discovery, and wasn't willing to return without something in his paws that brought pride in his species. America, on the other hand, was just hoping to get out of here alive.
Why are we even here again?
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:41 pm
 Alfred F. Jones and Radio Jack- A zombie popped up from somewhere around here and there. He glanced about and walked carefully over to America and Radio.
"Excuse me, miscellaneous sirs but by perchance are you lost? I believe the instructions said to take the stairs or the dark path. You're still here in the entryway right after the portal... and... well..." He flinched like he was about to say something insulting. "The boss says you two idiots might need help."
#- React to a zombie coming out of nowhere.
#- Listen to his words and then react.
#- Run.
#- Kill it. KILL IT WITH FIRE.
#- Scream like a little girl.
#- Hug him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:05 pm
Jack blinked a little in surprise. Most dead men moaned and went after the living, but this... seemed civilized. Quite normal, really. Yes, it seems like my... companion here isn't willing t-" He paused, about to continue, only to be interrupted by America's... screaming, loud and high pitched like a girl's. Jack clamped his ears shut, wincing at the sudden scream, but opened his eyes to see his fleeing companion.
Sighing, he slapped his palm to his face. "I'm sorry, I don't understand anything about this program at all. And yes, help would be appreciated... but, it seems like I'd have to run after that... dolt over there... I'll be back!" Jack tried pronouncing thoroughly, and ran after America, much against his will.
America had by this time ran down the darker path without knowing, and Jack, staring at the fork, went for the other way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:35 pm
Alfred F. Jones and Radio Jack- "Tehehheeheh haaaa." #054 giggled and dissipated into the darkness. "Seems tho' they don't need help."
His giggles echoed down the hall after the two.
Alfred- You've escaped the horror of the living dead, but as you dash down your chosen escape path you skid to a halt when a fork in the road hinders you. The right is warm, bright, and safe. The left is dark, cold, and also.. safe?
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
Jack- Trying to find India, you land in America. Looks like you didn't head the right way after all. Alfred is nowhere in sight and you can't hear his girlish wails. You're at the end of the hall just after the stairs and are faced with three possibilities.
#- Go forward to the tapestries.
#- Go left to the light.
#- Go right to the dark.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:25 pm
America swore he heard that thing run after him. Without looking up, he kept running down the much darker path, seemingly like the stupid git he was. The silly fox had no idea what he was in for.
[[ America bashing is fun. : D *SHOT* ]]
Jack, on the other hand, sighed. That bloody blond had ran off on his own... England would not be pleased. Noticing the paths, he'd just wanted to at least go for the right direction, and stepped towards the straight path to the tapestries.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:05 pm
Alfred- The sixth sense of your reputation tells you someone is insulting you as you heedlessly bound down random paths. You miss an offshoot to the right and skip to a stop at a direct split of left or right in the road. To the right you can hear croaking noises while the left smells like... dirt? English dirt to be exact... maybe from Greenwhich?
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
(Yes. Yes it is.)
Radio Jack- Pushing through the ancient weavings yeilds nothing but a dead end with a chest perched at the bottom of the way.
#- Open that thang up. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Leave it be and for god's sake find Alfred before England decides to cook you in a tea party with his Fairies.
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Icipher Infinite generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
9!
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:56 pm
Alfred finally peered up form his running to catch some air, paw up to his hair now. "Oh gee.... I think I've just lost myself." Any idiot could have figured that by now. For some reason, the croaking seemed to remind him of Florida's swamps... MAYBE HE WAS GOING TO BE LEAD TO FLORIDA? Taking slower paces towards the left instead since he believed that this could always be a trick, the American couldn't seem to remember if he came alone or not. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to.
Jack, on the other hand, had a little more luck and looked at the chest, taking his time to investigate it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:33 pm
Alfred- You come to an intersection splitting up in three different flavorsways. To the left you see bones littering the floor while ahead seems to mysteriously draw you in. The left is just plain.
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
#- Go forward.
Radio Jack- You open the chest and recieve aboslutely nothing. So much for your luck. Turning around you can now head left which used to be right and and right which used to be to your left.
#- Go Left.
#- Go right.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 7:39 pm
Alfred blinked. Bones... Maybe this must have been a symbol of... "Universal Horror Nights...? What the hell, I'm back in California again...!" He growled, turning to the strong heed he should take the center path. It was calling out to him like some ice cold chocolate chip ice cream, and he heard his stomach growl... Taking the center path, he tried his best to concentrate on getting out of here.
Jack flicked his tail. So far, nothing seemed to amuse him, and he wasn't going to get anything much out of this, perhaps, but he just needed to think about all the booze he could score later. Now to figure out if his left was his right before. Taking the left path, he just thought about that word mingling in his mind.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:33 pm
Alfred- Turning to the drawing qualities you come to another unique three intersection. The forward path has the sounds of water running and you feel like someone is watching you from there. The right feels warm like Hawaii but evil sooty tiki shapes are on the walls. The left smells like awesome dirt and you can hear.... a goat?
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
#- Go forward.
Radio Jack- The word. Bird's the word. Mum is the word. I have no idea what you are talking about but you head down another short path. The end takes you to a tilted wall you can reach under.
#- Reach like the long armed gorilla you aren't!
#- Leave and take the path you haven't taken yet.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 8:20 am
Alfred sensed the evil emitting from the direction that 'Hawaii' seemed to call out, and well, SINCE HE WAS THE HERO, HE WOULD NEED TO KICK SOME A- ...Alfred stopped, for once, thinking and heard a... goat? But just now, someone was... watching him? oh the possibilities. Curious of everything (And pretty scared of this like he already was), he took the forward path. Maybe someone needed help... At times like these, who wouldn't look for a hero...?
Radio Jack noticed the wall's... crookedness. Seemed like he can sort of reach under it... Curse my height. He sighed as he reached under.
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