Participating in a Legendary meet via teleprescence was one of my better ideas.
When the wearable rig, kindly carried by Da Boss himself (yes, I know, Bob would rather I not call him that, but sue me.. ) pitches forward and falls face first into a dark purple swirling wormhole, and everything goes white..
Not a good idea.
I woke up in an Institutional White room, rings spooling up around my body. a quick WWST check (watch, wallet, etc.. ) revealed that I was all in one piece, and the piece had changed quite a bit. Potbelly gone, hairline back in it's teenage place, hat actually fit, vest on and leather, with buckles and zippers everywhere.
Smokes gone. no lighter.
Apparatus strapped to inside of right wrist, dark green capsules in some sort of holder.
The rings pulled into the ceiling, and I took a step forward, then rebounded. Looking down, I see the vest caught on some sort of medical protrusion.
I freed myself and stepped into chaos. A harried intern-type with a clipboard and a.. red.. palmprint.. on his face stood nervously in front of me.
"Hi please don't hurt me can you state your name please?"
I inhaled. I clenched my teeth together, snugged my hat down on my head, and delivered Scary Look 7 (Moderate), my jaw squared and face jutted slightly forward. Dad said that one always reminded him of a bulldozer, and that seemed appropriate.
"Nick. You can call me Nicholas. Where am I?"
"You're in Paragon City please don't hurt me there's been an error in the portal experiments please don't hurt me."
My mind caught up to 'Paragon City', cross-referenced it with 'portal' and 'freaky purple wormhole thing', and submitted a reality check, which bounced.
So I partook of the course suggested by my forebrain, and fell face forward in a dead faint.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979
When the wearable rig, kindly carried by Da Boss himself (yes, I know, Bob would rather I not call him that, but sue me.. ) pitches forward and falls face first into a dark purple swirling wormhole, and everything goes white..
Not a good idea.
I woke up in an Institutional White room, rings spooling up around my body. a quick WWST check (watch, wallet, etc.. ) revealed that I was all in one piece, and the piece had changed quite a bit. Potbelly gone, hairline back in it's teenage place, hat actually fit, vest on and leather, with buckles and zippers everywhere.
Smokes gone. no lighter.
Apparatus strapped to inside of right wrist, dark green capsules in some sort of holder.
The rings pulled into the ceiling, and I took a step forward, then rebounded. Looking down, I see the vest caught on some sort of medical protrusion.
I freed myself and stepped into chaos. A harried intern-type with a clipboard and a.. red.. palmprint.. on his face stood nervously in front of me.
"Hi please don't hurt me can you state your name please?"
I inhaled. I clenched my teeth together, snugged my hat down on my head, and delivered Scary Look 7 (Moderate), my jaw squared and face jutted slightly forward. Dad said that one always reminded him of a bulldozer, and that seemed appropriate.
"Nick. You can call me Nicholas. Where am I?"
"You're in Paragon City please don't hurt me there's been an error in the portal experiments please don't hurt me."
My mind caught up to 'Paragon City', cross-referenced it with 'portal' and 'freaky purple wormhole thing', and submitted a reality check, which bounced.
So I partook of the course suggested by my forebrain, and fell face forward in a dead faint.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979