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Post by Rojo on Mar 5, 2009 17:35:33 GMT -5
Before the symbyoite can answer, a calm female voice (Similar to those in shopping centres, or Malls), though distorted rings out:
"Thank YOu fOr partiCIPATIng in the CALICOn BrAnch BehAVIORal test. YoU WilL be assiMIlated, AND then TheRE will be CAkE."
After these words, various panels along the walls slide up and small steel tubes with flames held infront of their nozzles with other little tubes poke out.
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Post by Seven on Mar 5, 2009 21:50:05 GMT -5
EEk! I hold out my hand and try to shoot fire again, to hopefully destroy the nozzles.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 6, 2009 3:49:49 GMT -5
Slightly ironically, they shoot fire back.
You feel the hot flames shooting towards you. WHATCHU GONNA DO NOW?
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Post by Seven on Mar 6, 2009 9:08:47 GMT -5
Evade?
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Post by Rojo on Mar 6, 2009 10:30:51 GMT -5
Putting your new reflexes to good use, you duck down as deadly jets of flame shoot forward, singeing your hair slightly.
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Post by Seven on Mar 6, 2009 12:23:30 GMT -5
"Help me out here, what else can I do?" I think to myself.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 8, 2009 6:26:23 GMT -5
Break some walls down?
Suggests the newest voice in your head.
"pLEase Do nOT trY to ESCaPE, yOuR DEATh iS immInEnt," the voice rings out again. The floor panels around you slide away quickly to reveal a pit of spikes which is rapidly getting closer and closer...
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Post by Seven on Mar 9, 2009 23:37:28 GMT -5
"If you say so!" Standing where I am, I throw a punch as hard as I can while shifting my body at the same time. Basically, my arm becomes the same length as the room (like the stretchy man in the fantastic four), so I can punch the wall from where I am standing.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 10, 2009 3:05:17 GMT -5
I'm sorry. The following post has been post-poned because you DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF "THE STRETCHY MAN" IN THE FANTASTIC FOUR. I don't even read them and I know! It's Mr Fantastic for future reference, or Reed Richards if you want his real name.
Normality resumes.
Your newly-endowed fist strikes the wall with amazing force, but the wall does not break. You are still falling towards the spikes...
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 14:31:28 GMT -5
Sheeesh! Sorry! I couldn't be bothered to go look it up since, you know, I'm trapped in a room and about to die and everything. Excuse me!
I see myself falling towards the spikes. I'm not sure how to evade it. I wonder about the capabilities of my shifting powers. I curl up and imagine shrinking...I try to turn myself into a grain of sand.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:03:25 GMT -5
Your body (which is still not completely used to your new powers), gets very confused and upset with your mind and your mass becomes infinite yet miniscule. Your brain gets confused and you momentarily black out. You are now spread out across the floor inbetween the spikes. You have assumed a sand-like form, able to change your form at leisure. Basically, you're made of sand.
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
So...can I still see? And move?
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:36:24 GMT -5
It is hard to explain.
Try to imagine if you could see by touching.
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 15:50:46 GMT -5
Is the machine still attacking?
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:54:16 GMT -5
You can hear nothing but a faint beeping above.
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