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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 0:49:07 GMT -5
(sorry for the lame title)
This is the quest to find Zero's relatives. Don't join this thread without invitation.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 0:52:42 GMT -5
I move forwards, a glowing nimbus that few can even see. I am searching for my descendants, those who were so horribly maligned.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 0:55:04 GMT -5
As you search the sands before you on the edge of the dry lake you sense a faint telepathic echo from far below the ground, similar in structure to that of Zero.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 0:57:08 GMT -5
Intrigued, I drift closer.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 0:59:37 GMT -5
You sink into the ground, descending for prehaps a mile or so before you reach a barrier that you cannot penetrate. It is an unusual black substance forming into a gigantic lozenge, over a mile in length and 1,000 feet in diameter. Ahead of you you can sense a tunnel leading closer to the surface.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 1:04:19 GMT -5
I move towards the tunnel.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Aug 22, 2004 1:05:23 GMT -5
You manage to enter the tunnel directly above the capsule. Inside the walls are of unfinished concrete, and there is a single elevator-type door against the wall opposite the tunnel.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 1:06:55 GMT -5
I move towards the elevator, still incorporeal, and move through the doors.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 1:09:28 GMT -5
The doors are made out of the same material as the capsule, you can't penetrate it. There is a small computer screen mounted to the wall next to the door, and in large, blocky letters it says "ENTER PASSWORD"
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 1:14:04 GMT -5
I cause my blades to materialize, and unleash an Iaijutsu strike upon the door.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 1:19:44 GMT -5
Your blades glance off the door with absolutely no effect save to dull their edges.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 1:23:01 GMT -5
((Can't really dull a blade made of spirit-matter))
I growl, make my blade incorporeal again, and examine the computer.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 22, 2004 1:27:10 GMT -5
It is a very old machine, manufactured at the latest in the 1970s. The keyboard is made of diecast aluminum with black-anodized keys. Looking at the monitor you can see that the prompt burned into the screen centuries ago.
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 22, 2004 1:33:12 GMT -5
I frown and start punching in random words.
"Destiny... preordinance... ancestral... guidance... fate..."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Aug 22, 2004 1:35:10 GMT -5
ACCESS DENIED.
ACCESS DENIED.
ACCESS DENIED.
ACCESS DENIED.
ACCESS GRANTED.
You hear a hiss from inside the walls, and the doors slide open. Inside is an ancient elevator. The lighting is faded and the floor tiles worn. There are only two buttons in the control panel, G and L.
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