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  1. Kal the Guardian

    25: Tnemanruot

    By Kal the Guardian,

    Tnemanruot
    For as long as you remember, you have lived on Dnalsi, its sister Retsis, and its small islet, Telsi. Despite the vague feelings that keep telling you that you are missing something grander, you feel at home with yourself on Dnalsi and with everyone who inhabits it. And yet you know no one outside of your small group. No one has ever questioned this.

    As for the Tournament, it has always been there and you have always participated in it. This year is your first time entering that you know for certain. And as you line up for registration, you wonder how you know all the people around you and yet you suddenly don't. Something is amiss, but you somehow know it isn't the Tournament.

    Due to this underlying uncertainty, you are feeling rather ambiguous towards all your fellow islanders. And as such, this Tournament allows you to free some pent up energy in a somewhat constructive way. A rather destructive "constructive" way. Nevertheless, your temperament and attitude have changed from contentedness to varying stages of emotions based upon your earlier experiences. Your thoughts appear to be your own for the time being.

    Now, why would you think that? Have you ever thought that your thoughts weren't your own? That's another thing you keep thinking about; these random thoughts that keep popping into your head. Thankfully, for the time being these thoughts have subsided. You are yourself as you should be.

  2. Kal the Guardian
    "What's the catch?"
     
    Vronx shook his head, "There is no catch. Not that I see anyway."
     
    Syrifar mulled this over. "Then why can't I remember anything specific. I'm pretty sure we haven't been here our whole lives."
     
    Vronx slapped him on the back and laughed, "Ah, don't make things complicated. This tournament has been here forever. I'm pretty sure it isn't corrupted in some way."
     
    Syrifar frowned, "Why would you say that?"
     
    Vronx just smiled. "Say what?"
     
    "About it not being corrupted, why would you say that?"
     
    Vronx was about to speak, and then stopped, the smile dropping from his face. "Now that you say that… I can't remember." He paused and continued, now with a wearied smile, "But I'm sure it's nothing, just a slip of the tongue. After all, we've lived here all our lives and the tournament's been next door all our lives… Right?"
     
    Syrifar nodded slowly, "I think so, but I don't trust something. I feel like my body should be different somehow. And that I should know someone besides you."
     
    Vronx rolled his eyes, "Next you'll be saying that this is all a dream. Let's go sign up at the Registry."
     
    Syrifar hesitated, "If we and the tournament have been here forever, then why aren't we already signed up?"
     
    Vronx frowned. He had no answer for that.
     
     
  3. Kal the Guardian
    IC / Just off the Coast of LOSAR: 
    Lady Krag moved her eyes into slits and looked north. "They're here," she said to no one and yet everyone that was riveted on her. Her dark green form turned around and stood facing her crew. "Well, what are you doing? Get to work!"
     
    Her crew scrambled to their positions. After hurried preparation, the war pitted SCEBMAS's shield flared up and settled to its usual slightly transparent color. The hulk of protosteel slowly began to move. And as it did, it sunk down into the water.
     
    Krag, at the forefront of the ship, uttered six words before the ship disappeared, "Let's go get them, shall we?"
  4. Kal the Guardian
    IC / Somewhere Inside ANOUN: 
    Guardian glanced around quickly. Where was he now? He knew he had this strange habit of always sleepwalking, but it couldn't have taken him that far away from where he laid down to rest. This time, it appeared it had. He was in a rectangular room. Everything was polished silver. Turning around, he noticed a screen running along one of the longer walls. Everyone else around him was just waking up as well. Many were mumbling they're guesses on how they had arrived here. No one seemed to know for sure.
     
    Suddenly the screen in front of him turned on. Subconsciously using his power to adjust to the sudden brightness, Guardian watched as the screen showed a picture of some ocean. He was surprised as a voice from the walls called out.
     
    "Hello and welcome, everyone! I'm Luminator and I can tell you that you are in for a treat!"
     
    Guardian frowned. This didn't sound like some preprogrammed message. What was going on? The voice of this, Luminator, continued on as a picture of some luxurious cruise ship showed up on the screen.
     
    "While I know that the brochure promised a vacation, is that what you guys really came here to do? Relax? No, I think the sound of competing for treasure interests you more! And why shouldn't it, you guys aren't all exactly Turaga. So, instead, we shall be having a tournament in your honor! Let's just say for your sake, I'll mix things up a little."
     
    Guardian noticed a few heads nod as others voiced their agreement. So he was to partake in some type of Tournament? With seedy characters? His future didn't look so bright at the moment.
     
    The Luminator guy went on for awhile, explaining the details, when he finally got to the EBPS. Guardian found it unnerving that someone had put a neural interface into his head. He didn't feel clean all of a sudden. His dark blue frame shuddered as EBPS went through its run down and finally shut down. He was very glad that was over.
     
    But the final surprise started. The screen he was looking at slid up into the ceiling, revealing another room exactly like the one he was in. The room also contained beings, and the additional room made where they all stood of perfect square. Suddenly the roof started to recede over their heads, letting a rising sun's rays fill the otherwise bleak room.
     
    With a quick bump that evened out, the room started to rise. Guardian could hear the machinery beneath him whirring as it completed its task. Finally, when the former room had become level with what had once been ceiling, it stopped. Before them lay a circular platform of some type.
     
    It looked like it was protosteel. But Guardian thought platform because surrounding it was water as far as the eye could see. Doing a 360, he realized he could make out the hints of land, but it wasn't very close. Filling all their heads, Luminator said.
     
    "Remember, two to a team at least and you get a SCEBMAS!"
     
    Guardian looked around, expecting more, but nothing came. So what were they supposed to do? Fight to be proven worthy to join a team? It seemed you needed a team to get anywhere fast. Otherwise you would just get a SCEBSAS. He glanced at the beings around him. How should he go about this? He supposed he should watch others fight first, to see which team he wanted to join. But would anyone do anything or just stand there?
     
    His last question was answered as some thug challenged another to a duel. And the fighting began...
     
     
  5. Kal the Guardian
    IC / Somewhere Inside ANOUN: 
    Luminator hummed nervously to himself in the empty room. The members of Cruise #7 were soon to arrive. Any moment they would appear. The AI could not withstand the prolonged wait. What would they be like? Would they like him? Would they help him figure what was going on with Cruise #6 and all these mysterious rumors of other islands? Would they care?
     
    He supposed that they might just want to be on a cruise, but why would they be? Whoever had sent the flyers for Cruise #6 did it in the most corrupted of places. That he remembered. But most everything else about Cruise #6 and the locations that surrounded him was all just a forgotten blip in his short life. He had just turned seven months old. And just barely. And before he knew what had happened, six of those months were deleted from his memory banks. Well, most of it, anyway. The rest was locked up, corrupted, or sawed off. So he not so patiently awaited the arrival of beings who could help him figure out what was going on.
     
    And he meant that, too. He had no clue who had even made him or what his main programming was supposed to be. Perhaps he had been the one that had led Cruise #6 astray. He didn't know. He didn't remember. Sighing, Luminator looked over the bare room. Yes, it was all ready for guests. They had just yet to arrive.
     
     
  6. Kal the Guardian
    Vronx glanced around, making sure no one was watching. He even glanced to the sky. You just never knew. Pausing to look down at the object in his hands, Vronx continued onward down into the deep. He had only one job to complete, so that others following in his steps might survive what he could not. Vronx grunted, and drew in a shaky breath. Gills didn't work so well out of water. And neither did his legs, that were rapidly becoming united. With each step, he had to rip and tear apart the webbing that continually formed. A heavily salty taste hung in the air. Vronx glanced up again. High above his head was the ocean. Vronx had begun to call it Luminator's Lake. The wall of water hung over his head as he trudged deeper into the pit. The Toa would not stop until he had delivered the object he held to where only the worthy would trod.
  7. Kal the Guardian
    Endless Boundaries: Ocean Cruise takes place roughly a year after the RPG Tournament of Shadows. And Exo-Fat's Mother Tree Island RPG (Playground) is half a year before. It begins a month before and up to Night Ride, so for those of you wishing to use Night Ride characters, you want to reconsider. Well, you don't have to, but it doesn't logically make sense for them to leave wherever Endless Boundaries: Ocean Cruise takes place and arrive at the Night Ride a day or two before they left. So, yeah, you are advised of the improbabilities.
  8. Kal the Guardian
    I have decided to post an RPG. And since I have not completed Showdown in the least, Endless Boundaries: Ocean Cruise is up for its third run. Are you still skeptical that I actually put it up?
     

     
    Never fear, link is here.
     
    A few things are changed from last time, so re-read it, please. And feedback is appreciated. But right now I'm off to fine tune backstory. *skips off*
  10. Kal the Guardian
    A yellow robot glanced around the room he was in. Monitors were everywhere, each and every one black and blank. The weird part was that all of their CPUs were whirring furiously as if computing some infinite amount of mathematical problems at once. No one else occupied the room except for him. The metal door, locked behind him, was not going to be easily opened by anyone trying to sneak up on him.
     
    The robot unhooked his two right shoulder cables, eased into a chair, and plugged them into the nearest port. Immediately, a headache set in. One of such proportions the robot had never experienced. Data almost literally rammed into his brain. Gradually, he decreased the amount of bytes being transferred until it reached a reasonable level. Now he could get to work figuring out what was going on.
     
    First things first,
     
    It appeared a group of individuals was trapped/bound/anchored into a virtual world, almost like he was stuck being a robot in the normal scheme of things. They seemed to be free. But, as usual, something didn't seem right. Why were they there?
     
    There, upon further investigation, turned out to be a small town made of crude brick buildings set in some vast desert. A bright yellow sun was present, and he felt parched just accessing the data. The town had various homes, but there appeared to be some rather pointless stores thrown in there, too. Most were just one story with a façade for a second story. Everything seemed to be covered in grit.
     
    There appeared to be meeting/summoning happening in the middle of the town. All the beings with their minds in the world were just standing around in the middle of the road, apparently waiting for something.
     
    A sudden flash a new data hit the robot's brain as a new being appeared in the middle of the group. Someone had just joined the others, and off in the distance, something had changed in the virtual world. Something dark began to approach the group. It was bios away, but it was coming.
     
    The new individual took a step back as another being formed in the middle of the group. A nearby building suddenly seemed more rustic than it had a moment before. Now the robot knew what was going on. Endless Boundaries was adding new "participants" as he sat there. And as the new beings entered the group, their collective imagination changed to include that person's view or ideas. A scary prospect if too many villains joined the mix.
     

  11. Kal the Guardian
    Well, it's been awhile. I mean, at least a month or more that I haven't bothered to check this site, in depth or otherwise. Of course, my excuse is summer activities and spending at least one day a week at my friend's house or vise versa. But, with school coming up along with fall (AND HALO: REACH!!!), that means a new RPG contest is just around the bend. So I'd say it's high time I get back to work.
     
    Ok, maybe not quite yet, I still have some summer to do. But still, I'm just letting you know I haven't drifted away, and Showdown will show up soon. Hopefully.
     
    Otherwise, go about your business.
  12. Kal the Guardian
    So... here we go! Another tidbit from SHOWDOWN!
     
    Well, I guess I can't complain. Showdown is everything they've said and more. Actually, it's the "more" part that I have a problem with. There appears to be a whole lot of "more" going on around here. It doesn't help much when you're in the dark about something that concerns you. In fact, it has a lot of us ready to riot. Well, once we figure out a way to. It's hard to riot when you're supposed to be the ones who came up with this whole world.
     
    It appears our collective imagination has been "helped" along for some reason. A reason we want answers for. Of course, not everyone cares about the "more" going on. They could care less. After all, they are having the time of their lives.
     
    I've heard that some new guys have joined us. That's just great, more greenhorns to get experimented on. I mean, this all feels like one big experiment to me. But I guess I'm just paranoid like that. Well, you never know, I have just found out I have memories being kept from me.
     
    Me? I have reason to be paranoid. Get used to it. Welcome to Showdown.
     

  14. Kal the Guardian
    Well....
     

     
    I'd say that that has to be a record somewhere. Where are those record books when you need them? So, anyway, I now understand the content blocks! Go me! So I should be moving those around and fixing them up soon.
  15. Kal the Guardian
    Here's what everyone in the RPG forum missed out on when they didn't vote for me. Well, at least part of the first post.
     

    IC/Endless Boundaries' Industrial Conference Room A1: A door opened to a room swirling with shadows. "Well, all the slots are filled up for our next group," a feminine voice said from the open doorway, "They're all down in the lobby, waiting." The being stepped in and closed the door behind her. The room once again returned to complete and utter darkness that no amount of eye adjusting could penetrate.
     
    A second voice called out in the dark, "Very well. Get the Sleep Rahkshi to begin the process. Meanwhile, we have something to discuss."
     
    Scraping was heard as a chair slid across the floor and the first being sat down. Only her breathing could be heard in the short silence that followed.
     
    Then a third voice slowly spoke, voice dripping with venom, "As you both know, Krag is defunct." The third being paused before continuing, "And so is Magrahk." As he spoke, the darkness seemed to pulse around the room in black waves.
     
    The first being shifted in her seat and simply asked, "And tell us why." Her voice was out of place in the room and settled the darkness as it pulsed.
     
    "Well, Krag has always been something of a free spirit," the second being said, all business, "And bringing her in was indeed a risk that we decided to take. And her cooperation isn't completely necessary."
     
    "She purged the neural systems from everyone from Cruise #6!" the third voice said with concern, "What if she does the same for #7?" Shadows were deeply pronounced for a second even in the pitch black room and then settled back to normal.
     
    "Please," the second voice demanded, "Calm down."
     
    The first being rested back in her chair, causing a squeal that paused conversation. She picked it up again, "That was an accident. We know she only meant to purge herself. And we still aren't sure if she can do it again. Plus, we don't know how she'll respond to this next group. She is a Rogue, after all. She'll do whatever is best for her and her crew.
     
    "Now, what about this Magrahk?"
     
    The third being grumbled something inaudible and then the second being spoke, "He has lost sight of our goals and thrown reason to the wind. He is a problem, though. He knows most of what's going on, while Krag can only guess. Both are being unreasonable."
     
    "We could crush them in their sleep," the third voice offered.
     
    "That is out of the question," the first being said, "We are conducting an experiment, not a slaughter house. At least, not yet."
     
    "Well," the second voice sighed, "It seems I shall have to join Cruise #7 and set some things straight. You both should keep monitoring this situation and keep the business going. I'll see you both after this is over."
     
    The other two beings grunted their consent and made their way out of the conference room. There was work to be done.
     

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