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FIONA PrologueOnce upon a time, in some kind of secret laboratory...Yeah, okay, not "Once upon a time" it was really only a couple of months ago. And the "secret laboratory" is pretty much my dad's basement, although it is still a lab. Some people call me "the Fully Independent Operating Networked Automaton." If you don't speak science, call me Fiona. I'm a robot that my dad, Alexander Froyde, built. My main "mission" right now is to see if I can easily blend into a setting filled with normal humans.
Basically, that means I'm going to high school. I start tomorrow, and I'm kind of nervous. It's not that it's particularly hard to blend in; I look like a normal seventeen year old girl, aside from my purple hair. I understand some human girls dye their hair in their high school years, so that's not a huge problem. The major issue I have is that finding my social niche could prove difficult, as I more or less know only the academics required, advanced electronic design, and a few languages. I'm all brai
Silence Breakers Ch3Forest of Confusion, September 30, 9042
"Xygro, this is the fifth time I've seen that rock." StarsCorona, known as Lilly in the real world, complained. She and her sister had been running around the forest for about an hour, with no exit in sight.
"Stars, it's called the 'Forest of Confusion' for a reason." Xygro shot back, "You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place. Because of some kinda jewel, I think?"
Stars stopped and flipped Xygro a sarcastic look. Xygro looked back, "Oh, I know. The jewel is for your hypno wand. I'm just as tired as you." Shouldn't she be leading this trip, anyway? "Did you forget where it was, or something?" Stars turned her head away, and mumbled something. "Can't hear you, Stars."
" Yes " Stars folded her arms across her chest, "I had a map, but I dropped it back in the town square. My belt pouch was full."
Xygro laughed, "Stars, just have PwNeD make your belt pouch bigger. He has that portal-maker spell for the
Silence Breakers Ch2Silence Breakers' HQ Entrance, September 23, 9042
PwNeD stepped up to the door. "Alright...What was our password, again?" He turned on the password keypad. "Let's see...one, one, one, uh...one!" A large red "X" appeared over the keypad. "Yeah, okay. I'll admit that was stupid. Maybe it was openthefreakindoor?" The keypad flashed red. "Okay, then. Anybody out there know the password?"
"I CANNOT COMPLY WITH THIS INFORMATION REQUEST." A metallic voice sounded from nearby.
PwNeD spun around, raising his fists. "Who said that?!"
"I CANNOT SUPPLY THIS INFORMATION AT THIS TIME."
The clang of a person in armor stepping forward could be heard, but in the cave, PwNeD couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"CHILDISH METHODS OF LOCATING ME WILL NOT PROVE EFFECTIVE."
"You couldn't just humor me? Oh well, I'll take you down and figure out who you are anyway."
PwNeD raised his arms and swung them sideways. A quick flash of light came from his body. When the flash subsided, PwNeD had his bat
Silence Breakers Ch1Ω Arena, September 23, 9042
The school was silent. Classes had let out two hours prior, and the last of the clubs had finally ended. The Silence Breakers stood in the common area of STL High, the real-world site of the Ω Arena, waiting for their opponents to arrive. Earlier in the day, a pair of players from the school had been attacking the inactive characters of students in the middle of classes. This was against one of the strongest laws that the Silence Breakers had written. If the two offenders lost in this match, their VR Immersers would be essentially recoded into calculators. Even if they won, they would be suspended from gameplay for six weeks. Either way, two rogue players would be gone for a while.
As they finally approached, Tyler spoke to them. "You guys have been jumping people while their characters are asleep, huh? That's breakin' a big rule, there. Oh well, your funeral. This battle will be between you two, and the team of Xygro and Clas of Haxzors." Madelein
Oscar's IntroOscar typed in the code to open his storage room. As he lifted open the door, he could see parts of his interworld communication device strewn about the floor. By the end of the day today, it would all be put together. He just had to connect a camera to the center piece and it would be ready to put together. Even if this thing turned out to be totally useless, it was still fun to put together.
After a few hours of completing and testing all the circuits, the machine was ready to test. He plugged in the main body and hit the power switch. The machine came to life! Several different pointless lights and buzzers started going off while the main features; the speakers, microphone, projector, and camera; slowly started lighting up.
"Alright, time to test it out." Oscar announced to nobody in particular. He walked up to the camera and "control panel" (A few switches and knobs he had put together to control the volume, frequency and visuals) and turned on the microphone.
"Can anyone hear me?
Mission 5-Org-SaturnineThe Matrix was always a fun world to visit. There were only a few people who actually posed a threat, and if he was attacked, Relyxt could always run back to the castle until he figured out any potential weaknesses. In fact, he only had one experience in which he was highly threatened.
It was just another day in the Matrix. Relyxt was running around, causing a little havoc among the human residents of the world. The Agents, who appeared to run the world from behind the scenes, appeared whenever he did this. They were strong, which was why Relyxt usually ran from any conflict with them. If he could just figure out why they could do what they could They didn't look any different from the average human, aside from their somewhat fancier clothes.
"Causing more trouble, I see."
" Hello, Agent." (Time to run!)
Relyxt hauled it down the street until he reached a small alley where he could probably get away quickly. He made the gesture to summon a Corridor of Darkness at the entranc
Prologue-Vitual RealityNews Report: Channel 1, August 30: Year 9043
"Hello, and thank you for tuning in to News 27. My name is John Joebertson, and I'm filling in for your normal technology newscaster Sam Liebman, who is sick with swinebirdburgerkingfludiseaseoforangitis. Being as he will be out for a few weeks, we will be having me and a few others covering the news. The story tonight involves those devices that you have probably seen your teenage children wearing, called the VR Immerser. If you have no idea what this is, it looks like a thick pair of sunglasses with an antenna coming out around the ears. More often than not, it is also accompanied by a small touch-screen device worn like a watch. These devices are used to connect to a game known as NetWorld, which is very popular based on the numbers of units that have been sold around the world. There is no main goal in NetWorld, but missions are sent to the players at the beginning of each week to be completed. If missions are not what the player
Relyxt Bio Org-SaturnineName: Relyxt
POE: The Distorted Signal
Found in: Hollow Bastion Floor
Born in: Hollow Bastion
Weight: 190 lbs
Brief Bio: Originally a real world tech for Space Paranoids (the only one with a KeyBlade), a Heartless attack on the
factory's generators during a maintenance period would lead to his heart loss at the hands of a sneaky NeoShadow. Normally
absorbed in projects of his own design,he can usually be seen spacing out if he's walking around the castle. Despite his quiet
behavior, he opens up once you hang around with him for a while.
Battle style: Usually tries to keep enemies at long range using his element, but he can create a knife using his weapon as a
base for an Interference blade to fend off those that get too close
Limit Break (Not suicidal, but dangerous): Screech Burst: An unstable field of Interference is created around Relyxt,
exploding and dissippating at the same time, causing heavy dam
Relyxt Physical Desc.Hair Colorurple, medium length
Hairstyleedhead, usually covers at least one eye partially
Skin:Caucasian, medium grade tan
Long-limbed, no noticeable musculature
Clothes: Normal Organization cloak, storage pouch attached to belt, pouch
flap and belt buckle have the Organization's symbol on them
The OasisEliza Brooks was in a car, observing the rugged terrain of Yanbe, a mysterious country, across the ocean. She was an Ollenberg native, who, like Roxie, was one of the serveral finest athletes. However, today, she was just enjoying herself.
Eliza was about 5'8", and no more than 130 lbs. She usually wore a grey shirt, with blue jeans, especially in this weather. Her skin was tanned, to match her pale blonde hair. Her face was smooth, and basically shined. Even though she was against make up, she was someone who would be beseeched by countless suitors. Her bust and thighs usually equaled "hot date" to many of her fans, man and woman alike. But, she wanted to get away from those hungry people. Taking Roxie's advice, she left Ollenberg for a vacation, which leads to why she was in the car with this outfit.
"So, where are we going?" Eliza asked, with her near-angelic voice.
"Well," the dark-skinned driver said, "We will be going to Yanbe City, the town that was the very heart of our country
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
Trust Machines - Betta TestTrust Machines - Betta Test
Janine sighed as she levered herself into the wheelchair and settled her diaphanous fins around her purple tail. “This was a stupid idea, Ronnie.”
Her black-haired friend shook her head as she helped Janine get comfortable. “No it wasn’t. You were the prettiest one out there by far. Especially in the water. There’s already videos of you online, and some of the comments are really nice.”
“And the other comments? The ones that laugh at me being the slowest mermaid in Unlimited?”
“Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”
Janine sighed again, and shook out her short purple hair. Ronnie had changed it to match her scales. “Let’s just see if we can catch a shuttle back to the mall, so I can be human again and forget this day ever happened.”
While they were waiting, a well-dressed man approached them. “Miss Silverton?
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
Trust Machines - Criminal EnergyAfterwards, Mr. Peter couldn't really say what had spiked his attention in the first place. It may had been the fact that the odd pair hadn't come out of the Venn Machine in front of his store. It may had been something else. But whatever it may had been, he'd just stood in front of his store, smoking a cigarillo as his reward for another day of work being over when it had happened. Which had meant that he had had a premier seat to watch over the enfolding spectacle.
Mr. Peter's raised his eyebrow as the peculiar looking pair entered the mall. They looked hilarious. First of all, there was a miniature rhino stomping into the mall. It wasn't even remotely the size of a real rhino, but it was notably bigger than a pony, probably pushing the maximum size which could fit into a Venn Machine to the limit. The Rhino was equipped with large saddle bags and on its back there was a rider, his appearance being even more amusing. He looked like a wiry, six-armed monkey, wearing combat boots
Slave to LiesThe tag around Anna’s neck made her feel like a piece of livestock. Something branded and labeled; something to inspect and pass on with a comment or two. At first, the faces around her were distinct—there went the man with a hooked nose and a ruddy smile, the women with breath that smelled like peppermint candies, and the two boys who’d pinched her arms “to see if she’s a real person.” Now, they blurred together in a collective of eyes, mouths, words, hair, and clothing.
“Smile, darling—you’re driving away customers,” hissed her overseer in a cheerful but dangerous voice.
Anna pasted a wide, childish grin on her pale face. “Yessir.”
“That’s my girl.” The overseer playfully ruffled her hair.
It was an act. All of it. Anna shifted away, uncomfortable, from the overseer. Her feet, covered in mere rags, scraped over loose glass and papers. A shard buried itself in her heel, but the tried and true cal
The Witness on the HillI stumbled, coughing, into an alleyway as the sounds of screaming and explosions echoed from the streets behind me. I don't know how the peaceful protest had turned into a full-fledged street riot, but before I knew it tear gas canisters and Molotov Cocktails were flying. Looking back, the carnage on the street was lost in a sea of smoke, when suddenly a group of armor clad figures made their way towards me.
“You! Stop!” a voice yelled, muffled by his gas mask.
I had two choices, get arrested or run... I chose the latter. Sprinting down the row of alleys, I knew I couldn't outrun them forever so I made a quick left and quickly pried open the first basement window I found. I dove inside just as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner and sighed with relief as the sound of the police passed. However, just as it seemed I was home free, a huge pair of arms wrapped around my torso. My blood ran cold as a deep gravelly voice whispered i
Trust Machines - Exhibition of Legends"Hey, look at that!" Tiffany told Leonard excitedly and pushed a part of the newspaper over the kitchen table. "Lower left corner."
Leonard grabbed it and viewed the advertisement in question.
-Exhibition of Legends-
For our successful Exhibition of Legends this Sunday in Easttown Mall's convention hall we still need volunteers. Therefore we need you!
The current theme is 'Greek Legends'. We offer you free entry, lots of fun and an unforgettable experience from being a character out of mythology!*
Do the following criteria meet your profile?
- You like to interact with people ? -
- You have fun at playing historical roles? -
- You're an experienced Venn user who has already tried out animalistic shapes? -
Then come join us on Sunday morning at 7 a.m. in front of the mall.
*Joining the exhibition is voluntary and will not be paid, but food and refreshments will be offered
He raised an eyebrow. "Does this say what I think it does?"
Lola Bunny TGLarry was a huge sports fan, however, he found himself very unskilled at them. Above all, he enjoyed basketball the most. One day, while looking up tips on the game, he came across a strange looking ad. The ad promised to help you step up your game. He bought it and clicked it. The only thing it said was to check your nightstand. He went over to his room and found a basketball uniform there. Larry decided to try it on. Larry noticed that his shorts were short and almost falling off of him, while his shirt was loose, but only reached his chest. Suddenly, he felt an odd tingling all on his body.
He saw peach color fur growing on his arms and legs. Larry's ears hurt as they moved to the top of his head. They grew much longer as fur grew over them. A band held his new ears together. His hair grew out as it became blonde and his hair grew over his eyes, which had grown as well as his eyelashes. His noise shrunk until it was a small pink rabbit nose. His checks grew out as they grew white fu
A Day in the Life of RelyxtRelyxt sighed. He had a lot of free time, being as he was new to the Organization and missions were not given to him as often. He put on his red jacket and left his room to explore the ship. Going down the hall, it seemed that everyone else was out on a mission. "I guess I should head up to the bridge and see if the autopilot is working." Relyxt said. Taking a left turn at the end of the hall, he made his way through the common ground. A pair of Dusks could be seen slithering up and down the room. Relyxt made sure they weren't near anything important and said, "I should probably make sure that they don't break anything after I check the bridge. Free roaming Dusks tend to get out of hand pretty quickly." He passed them and went up the stairs.
Relyxt opened the door to the bridge. He walked over to the control console and sat down. Opening the autopilot interface, Relyxt created a stream of Interference to speak with the program directly.
"Welcome, user. Identify yourself to view the sta
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