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Post by i. on May 4, 2005 3:57:01 GMT -5
This is loosely based around Remnants, because there’s an apocalypse type deal and then people survive, so I stole the title. Er… *Self story jab* The Remnants FBI Man. T49. Giudecca. With all of these pseudo-hackers, who would have thought of 667 being anything other then impenetrable? Silently, the little feet padded into Tragedy’s office, the stealth boots seemingly gliding over the carpet. He used the security card found in the pocket of the pants in the wash to gain access. He silently swung the door shut. He was not to be disturbed. Seating himself, he winced at the squeak of the unoiled chair. Turning his attention back to the monitor, he began his dastardly work. Ennui observed. Technically, Reklef observed. Reklef was a giant all seeing eye. It was also all hearing, but used the guise of only an immense, earless eye. It viewed/heard all that went on at 667 Dark Avenue, and communicated all of it to Ennui’s mind. Ennui would then record it in one of the massive tomes that lay all around him. Ennui, the middleman cut, beheld the destruction of the inhabitants of 667. Randomly, familiar faces would blank out, turning a deathly white. Pure pandemonium. People were deleted posting, reading, or just wondering: why? Fight Fire with Fire had figured it out, and lead a few others on a doomed attack on Tragedy’s office. Before they were within twenty feet of it they all simultaneously fell. Snicketfires, RockSunner, and MynamesJacques all were preaching from their Series of Unfortunate Event’s books to a few newer members about deux es machina delivering them from evil, and how important Memento Mori is. Derik walked out of his office, took a look around, walked back in, fell onto the ground, and stuck a paper bag over his head. There was nothing Ennui could do but sit and watch. Even if he did reach Tragedy’s office, what could be done? The most intelligent move would be to sit here and continue to record. He preformed a few calculations, and realized the deletion-toll to be at 3958. 3959. 3960. 3961. 3962. Ennui waited, and realized something must have happened. He peered at the book of 667 memberships, and found that 17 people were still around, himself included. Reklef peered at Tragedy’s office to see what had happened, but the anti-hacker codes in place stopped him from seeing in. “I am not a guest, and I can access this area.” A puzzled voice muttered from the office. “My session has timed out? Timed out!?” The voice now took on a more screeching tone, and was followed by a large crash. A figure wearing all black with his hands clenched so tight it looked as though his fingernails might puncture the skin, strode purposefully out of Tragedy’s office. Stomping along with his large boots, he deftly jumped through a window in the family unit. Ennui observed the deletion-toll rise by one more. 3963.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on May 4, 2005 6:19:28 GMT -5
This looks interesting; I like the idea of a 667 apocalypse.
Do continue writing. I'm wondering where this will lead.
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Post by haloman on May 4, 2005 7:18:29 GMT -5
I have read most of the remnants books and I have to say, K.A. Applegate would be proud! Either that or she would be scared that you could write better than her. Good job!
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Post by PJ on May 4, 2005 7:35:36 GMT -5
Yes, this is interesting. Though the start was kind of rushed, I think.
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Post by Dante on May 4, 2005 9:04:48 GMT -5
I (apparently) died in the fourth paragraph. That's not a good sign.
Other than my untimely (and again, apparent) demise, I'd say that this shows promise. I'm interested.
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Post by Ennui on May 4, 2005 9:18:03 GMT -5
I love my clinical, impartial role as recorder...I don't know about Remnants, but this is fascinating...
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Post by sloop on May 7, 2005 16:40:39 GMT -5
Yay Derik! You finished the first part! Post more soon. You gotta get to the parts with me in them. Whats the Remnants?
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Post by i. on May 8, 2005 7:45:26 GMT -5
So, of course all the good stories get posted with this one, drawing away attention. Thanks to all the people who have put up with me whining about this on AIM/MSN the past few days, and to M. for spell checking this, all errors in grammar are hers, not mine. And sorry Pandora, you come off rather badly in this; hopefully future bits will have you looking better. Bit Two Ennui was receiving disturbing information from Reklef. The member count seemed to be fluctuating, the number of members going up and down. An accurate deletion-toll would be difficult to acquire. Betsy wandered the once grand halls of the Post your Picture Museum. The imposing wooden doors at either end of the main hall, gold veined marble floor, and the gargantuan, stain glass window: No expense had been spared on the home of the 667’s member’s eternal representation. The only thing representing them now, Betsy reminded herself. But no, she mustn’t think like that, surely someone other then herself had survived. They had to have. Betsy passed a spacious corridor, and peering in she recognized it to be the Char Wing. Ruefully smiling, she entered, preparing to meet several old memories and perhaps a few tears now that Char was no longer around to share the memories. However, what she met instead was a sniffling figure, fixing a ghoulishly coloured portrait of Char. “Aieeeee!” Betsy screeched, instinctively leaping away. The figure also decided to take the same route, though whilst screeching “Ahhhhhh!”, for a somewhat refreshing change. Another shriek could be heard from the two, but this time of joy, for they had simultaneously recognized each other. “Pandora!” Betsy said joyously. ”Betsy!” Pandora joyously said. Glomping ensued. “I can’t believe, I thought I was the only one, and that no one else made it, or if they did they would have been some mean person, or someone I don’t like but then it was YOU and I’m so happy and-” Betsy rambled, her happiness etched in her face. “Oh, sorry for rambling, I’m just very pleased to see you.” “I could tell. However you may want to keep your voice down.” Pandora cautioned. “I think I heard someone/thing else lurking around her.” “Speaking of lurking, what were you doing here?” Questioned Betsy. “Well, I was just remembering, you know, Lou.” Pandora ran, and peering closer Betsy could identify dried tear trails running down Pandora’s face. Stemming the flow of any more, Betsy enveloped Pandora with a hug. “It’s okay, I’m sure she’s fine. I mean, if I could survive, surely Char could have.” “Yeah, well, I suppose. It’s just that, oh- Thank you Betsy.” Pandora whispered, a shaky smile climbing back to her face. “Thank you.” “’Welcome. Now, come with me, I’ve a plan.” Betsy replied, before setting off with Pandora to the main square of Menacing Miscellaneous. She needed a sticky. Celinra emerged from the 4000-member thread, shaking her head in confusion as to why there were suddenly only 16 members of 667. Turning, she saw in huge flaming letters “Happy Birthday Rikku!” emblazoned onto the side of Sticky Hall. However, as she gazed, the letters reformed themselves, growing much larger, into “IF YOU ARE ALIVE COME HERE”. Suspecting a prank, Celinra walked in, ready for some sort of wacky link, or humourous image. However, in reality she met two members, near the shattered glass of the “In case of emergency or grammatical error, break this glass to modify” box. “And just WHAT is going on here?” Celinra demanded loudly. Shocked, both of the members turned their heads towards her. “Cel! You’re okay!” Pandora, for of course Betsy and herself were the two members, yelled. “Yzay!” Betsy yelled. Celinra turned her hand, palms out, in front of her. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Suddenly Betsy drew back. “She doesn’t know.” She muttered to Pandora. “What don’t know? What has happened?” Celinra asked. “We’re not sure ourselves.” Pandora said, wringing her hands. “Every member of 667 save ourselves, you, and perhaps a few others, have been deleted.” Betsy said, cutting to the point. There was silence, and then an audible thunk as Celinra collapsed upon the ground, Betsy and Pandora rushing forward to aid her.
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Post by odh on May 8, 2005 8:29:05 GMT -5
Greatness! I love this so far!
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Post by Charles Vane on May 8, 2005 8:52:45 GMT -5
Pandora/Betsy is popular in the fanfiction world.
I like this chapter. I'm not that out of character so dont worry. I dont know how I'd act if every member was destroyed so I can basically be written however you want.
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Post by i. on May 8, 2005 10:50:19 GMT -5
Bit Three Shivering, Akbar trudged on. Favouring his left leg, he limped ahead, no longer remembering his destination. The cruel wind swept like a snake in-between the rips in his clothes, causing his teeth to chatter even more, and clutch his arms across his chest. He stared only at the ground, the rocky, brutal soil of the Archives. “The rocky, awful soil.” Akbar spoke silently, which sent him into a fit of hysterics, which in turn sent him sprawling to the ground. After walking for days on end with no sleep, it was not a surprise that Akbar’s body shut down and sent him into a deep, deep sleep. Walking. Always walking. But with a purpose. He was to gather information to use in his story, the 667 Murder Mystery, and what better place for information then the Awfully Ancient Archives? He went with friends, of course, but what friend is there against certain death, which befalls all, in the end, all, everyone, everyone and death. They were attacked by a small band of n00bs. During the fight, a small really cool member slashed at James. James feel to his elbows, got back to his feet, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming gibberish at the sky, not words, just deep, primal sounds. He watched in horror as James began jerking in strange spastic motions; as if he were the marionette of someone under the influence of an illegal intoxicant. Slowly, a deathly pale spread down his body, starting at his head. Not a pale you would gain from not being in the line of the sun, but a white, bleached pale. The white colour of deletion. Fearing that this was some new weapon of the n00bs he called a retreat. The n00bs cry of victory was cut short by one of their own members experiencing the very same fate that had been inflicted upon James. Suddenly, everyone was experiencing this horrifying deletion. As all around him dropped, with only a haphazard limb thrust forward towards the sky, he remained up, sobbing, what had been done to deserve such a fate? James, the other’s they had been good people, who, what- It began. He felt himself becoming violated, his mind laid bear. A crushing hand descended from above, alighting upon his mind. It began to squeeze. He was dimly aware of his body falling, of all of its function’s becoming active, of a deathly cold ascending upon the uppermost portion of his mind. The hand was ripped violently away. He was jerked back up to find a solitary remaining really cool member holding him at sword point, before the really cool member glanced at its fallen comrades, and fled. He fell to the floor and knew no more.Akbar awoke. Shivering, he got to his feet, and walked on. N00bus Randomus followed the funny looking man with no shoes. She was a new member here, but her friend had informed her that joining a band of n00bs was the best way to go, she would make friends quickly that way. She did, and then this man had waltzed into their territory, with the clear intent of destroying it and the inhabitants, and he had. But he would not stop Kelie, the newly christened N00bus Randomus. Hefting a heavy rock in her hand she crept ever closer to the interloper. “lyk stop b 4 i haz 2 hurt u!!!!!!!!!11111” Words. Meaningless. Inane. Frivolous. Why speak? It was a futile exercise. Akbar whirled, pointed a trembling finger at the strange creature, and screeched “Pointless!” at it before turning and returning to his original path. “i is suryus!!!!!111” the creature continued. “armd i is!!!!!11” Trembling with rage at this being for interrupting his solitude, Akbar again spun around, seized one of the scattered, dusty tomes that littered the ground so freely, and chucked it at the annoyance. “u is gunna pay 4 dat!!111” N00bus Randomus shrieked, in return firing the rock at Akbar, although it instead merely hit the ground a few feet from N00bus Randomus. It was a terribly heavy rock. Attack. From… my god. It was her. The one who had been present at the massacre. She must have had some hand in the events. Akbar turned and drew his tarnished, notched blade from is tattered sheath, and rose it above his head. Howling thunderous oaths at the really cool member Akbar lunged forward, slashing. N00bus Randomus quickly unlimbered her bow and had an arrow pointing directly at Akbar’s face. Not allowing the arrow to stop him Akbar ducked below it and swiped at N00bus Randomus’s legs. She leapt back and let fly with an arrow aimed at Akbar’s stomach. Akbar dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way. He thrust at her and scored a blow to her left leg. He used the momentum to gain his footing back. Garbling a curse N00bus Randomus fell to the ground, and aimed a vicious kick at Akbar’s already mangled right leg. Bellowing with rage Akbar toppled to the ground alongside N00bus Randomus. Within an instant he had his sword at her throat. However, within the same instant N00bus Randomus had grasped an arrow and pressed it against the underside of Akbar’s chin. At the same time they both decided that the other was the ultimate evil and must be stopped, despite the consequences. As they jerked upwards, they both froze. A shadowy figure in a large crimson cloak approached both of them, with one hand in the air and the other writing in a bulky book that was balanced on his hip. He knelt beside the unmoving pair, and quickly injected both of them with a strange orange substance. As Akbar’s vision swam, the figure placed his cloak over Akbar, and using his raised hand he seemingly lifted Akbar and N00bus Randomus into the air without touching them, and moving them over the ground. Far ahead, Akbar could see a modest home, and as his eyes blacked out- was this just the medicine, or was there a giant eye atop it? Ennui nursed Akbar’s wounds, whilst preparing something that should heal him in mind as well. N00bus Randomus needed only rest. Ennui grimaced at his audacity. It was his personal philosophy never to interfere; yet here he was, saving two from certain death at the other’s hand. The fact that they were important for the safety of 667 was no excuse; he must remain impartial and record only. He had only interfered once before, and that had been… necessary. “Well”, he told himself, “this is necessary as well.” Akbar woke with a start to find a gently yet strong hand forcing a vile liquid down his throat. After it was all drunk, he was allowed to sit up. “Where-” he began, when the liquid suddenly seemed to shoot up into his mind cleansing it. Akbar decided that the best thing to do was to return to sleep. Ennui checked on him, and deemed that his potion was working correctly. Ennui himself decided that now would be a good time for a nap; channeling Reklef’s power into something other then watching and transmitting was very tiring. Settling on an overstuffed chair Ennui closed off his mind, which is why when the attack came he knew little of it beforehand.
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Post by Dante on May 8, 2005 11:10:05 GMT -5
This was good because it showed things fron the really cool member's point of view.
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Post by trish on May 8, 2005 12:01:56 GMT -5
*positive comment* I like the story. May I have a cameo where I die suddenly and tragically?
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Post by Celinra on May 8, 2005 12:15:08 GMT -5
Ooh, I like it so far. Very dramatic and whatnot. And I'm glad I'm apparently not dead yet, at least.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on May 8, 2005 15:38:58 GMT -5
Very good, Derik. Self-centered question: Am I dead? Will I have a part later?
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