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Post by Lizica on Oct 30, 2012 22:12:07 GMT -5
Trick-or-treaters! Thank goodness you're here! I tell you, you rent an old, abandoned laboratory to dress up and hand out candy, and everything winds up going wrong.
Right, about that candy. I'm afraid I don't have any at the moment. I left it somewhere in this lab, but these Spiral-Eyed Mad Scientist Goggles really got me turned around. I had a hard time just finding the front door.
So, can you help me find my candy stash? I promise it'll be worth your while. I've got Exploding Popsicles, Antidote Apples, Floating Bubble Gum, and some really wicked hot cocoa.
Now then, just avoid the mysterious chemical spills on the floor, those radiating pipes, and that weird purple fog, and let's search. There are three hallways ahead here. Where do you want to go?
The left hall is completely dark, and there's this horrible rotting, burning smell coming out.
The middle hall has several flickering lights, and something's making scraping, slurping sounds ahead.
The right hall is brightly lit and adorned in a thick, glowing, neon-red moss.
(Oh, and do let me know if you find any superpower-inducing ladybugs. I'm pretty sure I saw one on my way to drop off the candy.)
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Post by Terra on Oct 31, 2012 12:24:27 GMT -5
Hello! *carefully steps around chemical spills* I'll go down the middle halllway! I've got a lightsaber to defend myself. ;D *brandishes it*
*walks down the hallway, looking around, alert...trying to see out of the mask*
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Post by Lizica on Oct 31, 2012 15:00:15 GMT -5
Great! =D Thanks so much, I'm sure Darth Vader, of all people, will be able to take on whatever's down this hall-- ...What IS that?  It looks like it must have crawled out of that festering office refrigerator. Maybe a giant mutated potato salad--WHOA! Giant mutated hostile potato salad! Quick, you wound it with your light saber, and I'll hit it with this radioactive Bunsen burner! And once we're done, I vote we retreat through one of these stairwells... The stairs up are rickety and rotten. The stairs down are slippery and brittle. |
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2012 16:00:01 GMT -5
Imagine if you will, a hallway so dark that it cannot lead to anything...
anything but the twilight zone.
(Yes, I'll take the left hallway).
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Post by Celestial on Oct 31, 2012 17:33:07 GMT -5
I guess being the goddess of the sun, I'll take the brightly-lit hallway and any evil moss that comes with it! Jeez, even my mad scientists never made a mess like this...
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 31, 2012 17:41:46 GMT -5
 As Snaw Spice, I shall go through hallway #2! *walks down*  Oh my...... |
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Post by Naga on Oct 31, 2012 18:06:45 GMT -5
Walking in, Shade barely has time to listen to what is being said before rushing down the left hallway, gleefully shouting something about 'charred corpses'.
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Post by Coaster on Oct 31, 2012 18:20:26 GMT -5
"Treat or treat! Lab coats unite! Now, take me to the popsicles!"
Coaster, now noticing the candy bowl is nowhere in sight, hears the explanation.
"Oh. I see. Well, if you need help, I'm feeling a bit nauseous today, so I'll go down the middle hallway as well!"
He marches off in the indicated direction.
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Post by Lizica on Oct 31, 2012 18:25:02 GMT -5
Imagine if you will, a hallway so dark that it cannot lead to anything... anything but the twilight zone. (Yes, I'll take the left hallway). In hindsight, you should have brought a flashlight, but at least there's a distant light up ahead! Inside the next room, you find a sitting room and a makeshift oven, from which an old, rotting zombie pulls a cookie sheet. She jerks her head up as you approach (nearly pulling her neck stitches) and shrieks in dismay. "I burned my cookies!" she cries. "How dare you! I wouldn't have been so distracted by your fresh brain smell if you hadn't come this way!" You might want to backtrack. Or you could hurry past her, into the next room, which looks to be filled with meeting room chairs and desks--and more zombies, but hey. I guess being the goddess of the sun, I'll take the brightly-lit hallway and any evil moss that comes with it! Jeez, even my mad scientists never made a mess like this...The "evil moss" makes an oddly sentient-sounding garbling noise as you begin to tread through, and from all directions the moss streeeetches across the hallway, blocking your path both backwards and forwards. Should you slice them? Disable them with magic? Eat them? Break through the wall into the adjoining hallway? Or just cower on the floor, wishing you hadn't gone on a snipe hunt for candy? As Snaw Spice, I shall go through hallway #2! *walks down* Oh my...... Hooray! More reinforcements against this mutant potato salad! (Ow!) Which way looks like a better retreat to you? Upstairs or downstairs? ((I'll be back in a little while. Sorry.)) |
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Post by Celestial on Oct 31, 2012 18:33:37 GMT -5
The "evil moss" makes an oddly sentient-sounding garbling noise as you begin to tread through, and from all directions the moss streeeetches across the hallway, blocking your path both backwards and forwards. Should you slice them? Disable them with magic? Eat them? Break through the wall into the adjoining hallway? Or just cower on the floor, wishing you hadn't gone on a snipe hunt for candy? Disable it with magic. *burns the moss away* |
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Post by Coaster on Oct 31, 2012 18:40:48 GMT -5
...Noticing the partially disabled, but recovering mutant potato salad at the end of the hallway, Coaster takes a peek into the fridge (nothing edible is left over, it would seem) and then proceeds to do what every kid tried and failed at since they were tall enough to tackle stairs by themselves:
Sitting down at the top and sliding down on one's rear end. Without friction and the associated rug burns.
"I'm sure you two can fend it off without me!"
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2012 19:10:27 GMT -5
Imagine, if you will, that I continue on. I'm not saying I will, but suppose I do.
Will I continue on... into the twilight zone?
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Post by Lizica on Oct 31, 2012 21:10:36 GMT -5
Disable it with magic. *burns the moss away* Bravo! The moss just crumbles under the sheer power of your--hang on. Hang on, now. Wait, stop. STOP. The moss is regrouping and curling fiercely about your legs. It's growing back stronger than before. You burn it again--then again--with your magic, but again and again the same thing happens, each time the situation worsening. All of a sudden, however, a small ladybug innocently lands on your shoulder. Your magic power triples, and the moss withers away, making whimpering sounds. Now that the path is clear, you see a presentation room ahead, complete with ghosts flying with hovering dinner plates and chairs. Or if ghosts aren't your cup of tea, there's also a staircase that goes downstairs, though the steps are slippery and brittle. ...Noticing the partially disabled, but recovering mutant potato salad at the end of the hallway, Coaster takes a peek into the fridge (nothing edible is left over, it would seem) and then proceeds to do what every kid tried and failed at since they were tall enough to tackle stairs by themselves: Sitting down at the top and sliding down on one's rear end. Without friction and the associated rug burns. "I'm sure you two can fend it off without me!" "Hang on, wait, we're coming, tooooOOOOO--!" Ow. It was fun while it lasted, but as all of us slid down the stairs, they quickly gave way. Now, amidst a sea of broken, moldy wood, we find ourselves in the basement. Luckily, there are available light sources nearby! We should light one. The blue candle? The yellow candle? The green candle? Imagine, if you will, that I continue on. I'm not saying I will, but suppose I do. Will I continue on... into the twilight zone? Shade quickly bumps into Rod Serling as they stare at the approaching zombie, and they discuss the philosophical ramifications of what it truly means to choose one option over the other. If they're going to decide, though, they better do it quick, because the zombie (now slowly being joined by the others in the next room) looks keen to avenge her burned cookies. |
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2012 21:36:15 GMT -5
Imagine if you will, a decision so hastily made, that it likely breaks the fourth wall, is self referential, and gets the narrator killed
This decision is the decision Rod Serling deserves, but not the one he needs right now. And so, Serling narrates the zombie into an ironic re-death.
However, zombies are undead, and if the undead are made redead, could they not undie again?
C'est la mort in the twilight zone.
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Post by icon on Oct 31, 2012 22:01:35 GMT -5
Hmm, any chance I could join in on this excursion? I'll take the side that smells faintly of charred, whimpering, bioluminescent moss and try to hold a conversation with those ghosts. Maybe they know where some of that candy has gone?
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It looks like it must have crawled out of that festering office refrigerator. Maybe a giant mutated potato salad--WHOA! Giant mutated hostile potato salad!
As Snaw Spice, I shall go through hallway #2! *walks down* 
Oh my......
