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Hellraiser

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Well 1) wins with 5 votes. Expect the update tomorrow.

Boo, only one person voted for the fun option. Being the dick that I am, I'll spoil a piece and tell you that you wanted to use that thing. Why exactly you will learn in the future, when the thing will be useless. Unless you somehow get out of this parallel and focus on things other than hunting Floyd's "aliens". Then you'll never know, until Heracles dies and I decide to spoil it anyway.

Would be fun to write anyway.
 

Hellraiser

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2.19 Obedience is slavery

“Well Jonathan,” agent Floyd replies to your report, “you’re not as useless as you seem. You’ll be rewarded, for now with just bigger meals.” Who does he think you are? His lapdog? Bloody savage!

“Continue to be useful,” he adds, “I am sure we can arrange a better reward in the future. We just need the eggheads to confirm what you said. I assume you told us the truth.”

“You better,” the old man cuts in, “or the doctors will have a field day with your corpse during autopsy.”
“But Colonel, I am sure Mr. Anders here knows all too well why he should cooperate.”

The two men leave the room and the guards put the headgear on your head. Once again they lead you back into your cell. Held captive by mere savages, how the mighty have fallen.

*

How many days has it been? It’s hard to keep track of time, but at least the boredom of isolation, while maddening, isn’t interrupted by torture sessions. Also it is a lot warmer than it ever was in New Swabia, and nobody is yelling at you in German. Either way it has been at least three or four weeks, you guess. You wonder what Paul is doing, they haven’t told you a word about him since they locked both of you up.

An agent or soldier, hard to tell who could the guards posted at this secret facility be, approaches your cell’s door. “Good news,” he says in a mocking tone, “the boss requests the presence of our VIP. That would be you.”

Once again Mr. Floyd and the old man you know only as the Colonel are waiting for you. What do they want this time you wonder. “You see Jonathan,” Floyd starts explaining, “we have been rather busy lately.”

“I’ll be frank Mr. Anders,” the Colonel says, “the eggheads said your analysis was rather correct. Considering none of us have ever seen the moonspeak used by your scanner’s interface, we need your help.” Did they have their greasy paws touching your stuff again? Filthy savages, you’ll probably have to disinfect everything when you get back to the Reich. The barbarians might have flees or something.

“But first we have a question for you,” Michael looks you straight in the eyes before asking, “why is your scanner using whatever language it is that it is using, while your friend’s device uses German?” Well Mr. Kyriazis, it looks like you have to tell these savages something. But what?

After some time spent explaining, for better or worse, why the medical scanner uses German, agent Floyd open a container. Inside of it are two devices. One of them looks like an apple-sized isocahedron, only five of its sides are marked with any kind of symbol. The other is a long tube of sorts. One of its ends looks like a semi-transparent crystal, the other is a more opaque one. There are buttons on the tube’s side.

You scan both starting with the isocahedron. It’s inner structure looks rather complex, a sophisticated device if you ever saw it. There is a decent amount of deuterium-tritium inside of it, it’s powered by a small fusion reactor no doubt.

As a matter of fact it is still drawing power judging by the heat signatures, although very minimal amounts, so it is on even if it looks inactive. It could be in sleep mode or something. What does it power though? Well, it looks like a bunch of quantum emitters, or at least that’s the only thing it reminds you of. But what could they do? Is it a tracking beacon of sorts? A communications device maybe? Or it could be something else entirely, you’re not really sure.

The tube on the other hand quickly reveals its secrets. It uses some kind of optical array, probably to photograph things in extreme detail. There’s one of those data storage devices in it, it appears the opaque crystal is a display as it is directly powered unlike what you think is a “lens”. You wonder whether it would be possible to use the display to see the images stored.

“You have been rather cooperative so far Mr. Anders,” the Colonel tells you, “now tell us what are these things. You wouldn’t want my somewhat-better-than-it-was opinion of you do get worse, now would you?”

You will…
1)…tell them everything you learned of the devices and do nothing else.
2)…tell them of the “camera” and try to convince them to attempt to activate it and view its contents.
3)…lie about the isocahedron saying it is a holographic projector. Convince the Colonel and agent Floyd to let you activate it to view its content.
4)…convince them that the isocahedron has an active power source and may be broadcasting your position. If it isn’t doing something worse.
5)…say nothing at all. Refuse to cooperate unless they let you and Paul free. They held you here long enough and you helped them. How about they return the favor?


You explained to them that the reason why Paul’s scanner has an interface in German is…
A)…because he got it in Germany in the advanced parallel from which you both are.
B)…because he had the software translated for him.
C)…because you’re both Ahenerbe agents serving the “eternal fuhrer” and the Reich.
D)…because you don’t know. You met him a while back but he never really told you why it’s in German.


Vote now.

This turned out shorter than expected. Regardless of what you pick the next update will be longer, although the content will be vastly different depending on the choice. So choose carefully as always.

As I side note I can tell you that none of those choices will lead you to becoming tainted by the warp and shot by an ex-SoB commissar.

:troll:
 

Dim

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What did paul say? probably nothing. He should know not to talk if you could end up contradicting each other on something important.
C is insane
D is safe
A does not explain your's
B is 'honest' but you may be replaced
so D

#2 only if #4 can be done afterwards
if not possible to do #4 afterwards then il post later

Btw i meant to vote #5 on the previous question.
 

Hellraiser

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3.1 Bad trip man

„It is a camera you say?” Michael replies to your claim, somewhat surprised.

“I don’t think letting you activate it would be safe.” The Colonel says coldly.

“I’ll do it myself.” The agent proclaims.

“Are you crazy?!” The Colonel loudly objects. “The damn thing could be a trap!”

“I have to take that risk.”

“Fine,” the old man replies, as if he gave up on trying to convince agent Floyd to do otherwise, “you and Mr. Anders here can fiddle with the device all you want. I’ll leave you two alone.”

The door closes after the Colonel exists the room. He leaves you and Michael alone, alone with the strange cylinder.

“Go ahead, try to activate it.” The agent encourages you. You push some of the buttons before finally powering it on.

A blue glow radiates from the opaque crystal, an image appears on it. It shows a protest, one of the many happening around the globe, against what they claim is the upper class exploiting the lower class. This one in particular is the one you are most familiar with, the “Occupy New Port” that has been camping on Mayflower Street for months now.They’re holding up signs, slogans against the “tyranny of upper class oppression”.

“Banksters go to hell!”

“Trillions for bailouts, nothing for mother earth!”

“Morgan Goldberg, Credito Roma, Goliath Financial Group, Deutsches Finance, Higurashi Capital – the Cabal ruling from the shadows.”

“Free college for all!”

“Make jobs not wars!”

“President Mead is a puppet of the 1%!”

“Why are they interested in lazy college leftists?” Michael asks, you have no idea what could anyone want with that rabble. Especially “aliens” as agent Floyd calls them.

The next few images are similar, all of them feature protesters. All of them apart from the last few images. Curiously those show homeland security agents, agent Floyd is even on the very last picture.

“Well, we caught him just after he managed to make that picture. The facility had to be moved afterwards. Of course, we thought he was trying to blast it with a death ray or something, rather than take a picture of it.”
Well they could have just vaporized him from space rather than from the ground, but you decide not to tell that to Mr. Floyd.

“Well, we’ll have to analyze this further.” Michael says, he remains baffled as to why they would deem the protesters as “important” as the department of homeland security. “I’ll see you later Jonathan, as soon as we have anything more you can help us with.” He adds before leaving you in your cell once again.

*

He said he’ll see you later, well clearly he can’t keep his word, so much for homeland security agents being trustworthy. Then again maybe this is some kind of divine punishment for pretty much causing a nuclear war in the parallel where you met the other Mr. Floyd.

You lost track of time, one thing is certain though, it has been months. The only contact with other people you had was the plate of food they bring you at regular intervals, otherwise you would guess everybody had died. Or maybe just maybe, they’re not brining them at regular intervals, they’re doing it randomly to make you go mad.

At least the cockroaches kept you company during your imprisonment, the large brown one you named Steve for example, told you that he drank 10 shots of ambrosia last night before passing out. He reminds you of your friends from engineering school. Fortunately you also had Zeus, debating with him whether the reality is just an illusion, a complex simulation of the multiverse has been most intellectually stimulating, and being able to talk with an intelligent being for a change was just what you needed.

Oh and how can you forget your journey into Hades itself with Todd, you even managed to steal Charon’s oar. Boy was he pissed afterwards, it was totally worth it. Never a dull moment with those guys.

While you are enjoying the sight of the blue and yellow hills in the east, you know where your cell wall used to be, you noticed the horizon has disappeared. Fire! Fire is burning a hole in the wall. You stand back as your primal instinct tells you to avoid the flames. Cowering in the corner like a scared animal, you watch as the fire consumes the shoddily built cell wall.

You run, run where the singing cicada tells you to. It smiles as the world spins in a rainbow of colors, with fire and smoke ruining the pretty sight. “Hopw raewur ne!” The cicada sings, as you run along the turquoise path of seashells. At its end is a storage room or a fountain of wine, it could be either but you’re not exactly sure as the image in your mind keeps swapping and shifting.

“Jip jip jip!” The orange cicada sings, before it grins and disappears from the top of one of the containers. You shove the body with an obvious laser shot wound on it to the side, allowing you to reach for the contents of the container, that the man opened shortly before his death.

It is there, your RGM, laspistol, stun rod, toolkit and the scanner. What a joyous sight indeed! Unfortunately a piece of the roof has just collapsed and your shoe caught fire. You put out the flame, grab your stuff and start running before the damn place buries you alive with its collapsing shiny diamond and sapphire roof. The maze is full of minotaurs, but they all die one by one from your laspistol, crying out from the pain inflicted upon them with the deadly beam of light. You see sunlight, the mosaic of old abandoned factories and warehouses on the other side of the hole in the wall beckons you. You run towards your freedom.

Minotaurs, at least 3 of them. They’re all chasing you, firing bullets from their mighty copper axes in your direction. They won’t get you! Never! You shoot in their direction while still running away, eventually they are all dead. Or they simply stopped chasing you, either way you are safe for now. Sirens wail in the distance as fire trucks hurry to the burning warehouse where the agent and his goons kept you.

You see soldiers and policemen, they’re scanning the area with their savage eyes, asking people for ID, yelling at them and threatening them. Cautiously you avoid them in the deserted parts of the old Industrial District.

Eventually you stumble upon a newspaper, its content is most troubling.

1dailycourier.jpg


Five years?! They held you captive for five years?! Damn you Michael Floyd! Damn you to a Sisyphean fate! Just as the fury directed at the agent starts to overwhelm your mind you start to shiver and feel very cold, minutes later your start feeling very nauseas. The world starts spinning and you pass out.

You wake up a few hours later, dirty from all the filth in the abandoned back alley, where you lost consciousness. But your mind, it feels much clearer than it was. Did Floyd kept drugging during those five years you as well? It is a possibility, you have trouble remembering things, things that happened over the last five years.
Your RGM’s clock tells you it is 4:12 in the morning, the 22nd day of May 2017 as the savage say. The area nearby is safe, should you want to transit elsewhere. It may not be on the other side, but at this hour few people could notice you arriving in another parallel. Odds are none of them would be sober anyway. Unluckily you only have enough fuel for one transit for some reason, did the barbarian manage to open a rift with it or something?

You could transit to ββ-17 or αδ-38 and after getting fuel there back to the Reich, report back to Ajax or Osterhagen and tell them what happened to you, skipping any pointless details like “I was going to smuggle tech when they caught me” of course. Or you could try to get back to Atlantean Dominion parallels or the border-parallels like δγ-1, and find one of your old black market contacts to get some merchandise you could sell to savages. Alternatively you could explore some unknown parallels, and probably dying after meeting aggressive natives, Lemurians or automatons in one of them. Or finding something very valuable to somebody in the Reich or Atlantis.

However another question is on your mind. What happened to Paul and where is the container?

You will…

A)…transit to βδ-6, the Roman Industrial Age parallel. You still have some of their currency on you a lot in fact, at least you won’t starve to death there.
B)…transit to αε-13, a parallel you have not visited yet. It can’t be worse than this one, can it?
C)…transit to ββ-17, the nuclear wasteland parallel. It was as safe as it was dead.
D)…transit to αδ-38, the Chimera City parallel. Maybe the Lemurians are gone.
E)…wait for the natives to leave the are near the burning warehouse and investigate its ruins for clues.
F)…wait until curfew hours are over and go to the Financial Center of the city on Mayflower Street. Look for reasons as to why Floyd’s “aliens” would be interested in the “Occupy” rabble that was squatting there.
G)…wait until curfew hours are over and go to the library. Look for signs of Paul, the container or the “alien conspiracy” Floyd mentioned on the internet.



Vote now.

Sorry for the delay, was busy and tired as hell the whole week.

Now for some fun stuff, the neural whatchamacallit you could use, would let you solve the conspiracy plot for Floyd relatively fast and would most likely earn you your freedom. Or it would at least present you with a few opportunities to die or escape with or without the container.

That isocahedron with an active power source? It was a weapon, a stun pulse emitter to be precise, it would knock out everyone in the entire damn building and would allow you and Paul to escape once you woke up, before Floyd and the Colonel would of course.

Playing the boy scout with Floyd was pointless, hell even being entirely uncooperative may have been more beneficial. He saw Heracles was a useful asset and one willing to do the dirty work, so why should he let him go?
Either way the long term consequences and some of your older choices will kick in now. How exactly you will see sooner or later. Outside of the New World Over and ITZ in Kwanzania in this parallel.
 

Monty

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Great update, 'Morgan Goldberg' indeed.

Tough choice but think I'll go for G. This parallel has been a disaster and it will be good to get out, but before leaving a quick check for any news of Paul and the container might prove worthwhile.
 

CappenVarra

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Now that was properly trippy and poetically just :love:

C) Just get the hell out of here, grab some fuel in the safest possible place, and then go with the "Or you could try to get back to Atlantean Dominion parallels or the border-parallels like δγ-1, and find one of your old black market contacts to get some merchandise you could sell to savages" option. I just wanted to smuggle shit and spend on blow & hookers, all these politics just make shit shitty.
 

Hellraiser

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3.2 The ruins of yesteryear

What a magnificent field of debris – that sarcastic thought is the first thing that comes to mind, as you arrive in the middle of the ruined industrial district. Its abandoned warehouses and old factories look even worse than in every other New Port City you saw, as hard as that may be to believe. How the natives could have ever tolerated such a dump existing in a major urban center is simply astonishing. The complete lack of aesthetic sense that all the savages share is truly horrifying for one of such refined taste as you.

However you have bigger problems at the moment. For one you need to find a decently sized body of water, stream or river. There is of course the ocean, but it is rather far and there is a whole field of slightly radioactive city ruins between you and it. Maybe one of the canals survived and is still flooded with water or the lake in Blakemore park is still there. Either way without extracting precious deuterium and tritium you will remain stuck here, amidst a dead city.

Unfortunately you realize that is not the only problem. You have no food and there certainly is no store nearby where you could buy some. Sadly, unlike the native commercials claimed, a G-Mart is not always within a 20 minute drive distance and open 24/7 rain or shine as the commercials claimed. But maybe they didn’t consider an atomic apocalypse when they made that.

Food, fusion fuel, it appears everything is hard to get these days. You could probably try to look for some somewhere, maybe hunt some kind of animal. There has to be a boar or some other wild beast around, those damn things can survive almost anywhere. You remember that the last time you were here, the natives you met mentioned something about a settlement, Fort Hope you believe.

Maybe you can get food there, some gold coins from Caesarea could be worth something. Unless they consider them mere worthless baubles, useless in the harsh reality of surviving after the end of “modern” civilization. Or just try to survive without food, you had a meal fairly recently, you think, the human body can survive for a few days without food, what could possibly go wrong?

Somewhere near, a piece of debris made an awful lot of noise as it fell to the ground, you hide and cautiously gaze in the direction from which the sound came. A group of people, all of them observe the area around them with great vigilance. It’s dark, the sun is yet to rise, this makes it hard to spot any details. Who are they? Did they see you arriving or is it a coincidence they are here?

There are at least four of them among the rubble, possibly more. You are hungry and still feeling effects of Floyd’s drugs, even if they are not as strong as a few hour ago.
Silently, without saying even one word or making a gesture, the mysterious party moves in a coordinated manner carefully watching each other’s back. An impressive ballet of squad-based coordination, in a way such grace should be considered art - you think. This however does indicate one thing, these people are probably very dangerous.

Decisions decisions, even in a dead radioactive ball of dust problems requiring action seem to find you. What can go wrong this time?

The squad is nearby, you will deal with them by…
A)…confronting them. You will make your presence known peacefully. Hopefully they’re not in a mood to kill random people.
B)…remaining hidden. Observe them and hope they don’t come near you.
C)…remaining hidden but follow them should the opportunity to do so present itself.
D)…sneaking away, if spotted you will run as fast as possible.

Provided the squad doesn’t murder you, imprison you or worse, you will…
1)…head to the coast, near the ruined refinery in the north. Stash the filtering unit in the ocean and look for some food there.
2)…head west into the fields of grass. Look for a rabbit, bird or some other edible animal.
3)…explore the ruined city. Look for food or large amounts of water.
4)…go to Blakemore park, hope the former city center has something you need.
5)…go to Fort Hope. It’s a long walk but they’re guaranteed to have food, if the settlement still exists after all these years.

Vote now.

Your current inventory: Reich Laspistol, Stun Rod, Structural Scanner, Adaptable Tools, about 38 gold coins (Solidii).

Skills (unlisted skill are considered a 0/5):

Mechanics 5/5
Marksmanship 3/5
Close-quarters Combat 4/5
Stealth 2/5
Athletics 2/5
Survival 1/5
Medicine 2/5
Science 3/5
English 5/5
German 4/5
Latin 1/5
Mandarin 3/5

Traits:

businessman – when profit is involved, you know how to act and talk, and what to look for in the other side's reaction.
gadgeteer - you can be very creative with using/combining devices in a way that wasn’t anticipated by their designers.
chauvinist - it’s not that you despise non-Atlateans, you merely find them to be obnoxious unwashed savages who deserve to be exploited and enslaved for their cultural inferiority.
arrogant – the multiverse is ran by fools and filled with them, who are they to tell you what to do?
ahnenerbe engineer – you’re familiar with almost all Reich and Atlantean technology, even if you don’t know how exactly it works. You can also recognize Lemurian, Civilization X and “automaton” technology.
pteromechanophobic – ever since that chopper crash aircrafts not made in advanced parallels make you very nervous to say the least.

Skills can be improved, you had a 0/5 rank in Latin before the exposure in Western Caesarea and a 1/5 marksmanship rank before the training in Der Riese for example. Traits can be both gained and lost depending on your actions.

Sadly I do not possess a job where I can slack in front of a PC and write updates during work. Hence updates will take longer to be posted as you may have already noticed. Regardless I apologize for the delay.
 

CappenVarra

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pteromechanophobic
:lol: Good to see you back in shape and trying to inflict horrible suffering on our unfortunate smuggler :)

(have you perhaps forgotten Heracles' passable knowledge of Mandarin? I might be wrong, but I seem to remember some text about him knowing how to talk business to the Chinese, while disliking them...)

B4
 

Monty

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Hmmm, would usually prefer to avoid settlements after our recent experiences but scavenging food from a radioactive city doesn't sound too appealing either.

B1 it is. At least the sea is guaranteed to provide a spot to start up our filtration device and hopefully transit before lack of food becomes too serious. And the sea is usually a good source of food, even if it's just slightly radioactive shellfish or something. If we are struggling for lack of water though, then we'll be forced to scavenge on our way through the City.
 

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