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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 3:57:33 GMT -5
...
Anyone?
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 4:54:00 GMT -5
Hey I'm back
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 4:54:49 GMT -5
Damn, just as everyone leaves
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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 5:11:58 GMT -5
You still around, Colt?
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 5:18:31 GMT -5
Yeah
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Post by K7 - WC's Crowd Extra on Jan 3, 2007 5:20:34 GMT -5
Boom, headshot.
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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 5:21:58 GMT -5
Sweet.
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 5:22:45 GMT -5
So whats happening
I'm yet to continue my epic saga of No Mercy
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Post by K7 - WC's Crowd Extra on Jan 3, 2007 5:35:40 GMT -5
Val Kilmer: Behind the Legend
In Cinemas soon.
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 5:58:16 GMT -5
Welcome to where time stands still no one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change just labeled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, No windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage can't they see it's why my brain says Rage
Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of what's out there and cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain assuring me that I'm insane They think our heads are in their hands but violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well he's getting better, can't you tell?
No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well but they think this saves us from our hell
Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Fear of living on natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it's such a friendly word seems the only way for reaching out again.
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 7:43:11 GMT -5
Anyone here every play Neverhood?
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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 8:03:48 GMT -5
Nope. But, I am working on (WORKING ON) a new piece of writing.
Wanna see it?
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 8:19:17 GMT -5
rightio
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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 8:21:21 GMT -5
Writer's Notes: Keep in mind that this is not the whole story. Also, further Writer Notes will be in brackets, as well as where I am working on currently.)
My Innocent Murder
Prologue:
I was but a 14 year old kid at the time. A gamer, a loner, and a smartass. Things, which should probably be best when not intertwined. I constantly belittled people on the internet. I guess, looking back, it was probably to do with overcompensation for never being able to connect with women. They were always too shallow, too materialized.
My parents divorced when I was about 8. I can't so much as remember the last Christmas we had as a family.
As I try to take you through my story, keep in mind that... I really wasn't "right" in the head at this time. Many things were constantly screwing my head up, many issues, psychologically and physically.
In addition to all of this, for some reason, I had two real, lives, persay. My living world, and the dream. I've split them, but sometimes the lines blurred, and it was impossible to tell the difference.
Chapter 1:
It all started, 3, maybe 4 years ago, in a dirty, dusty arcade. I had a dollar in quarters, an hour to kill, and best of all, a handful of candy in my pocket.
I glanced over all the video games. I knew them all. Most of them I had played myself. I walked through the aisles, neatly set up by convenient machine placement.
I walked, not looking at anything, but contemplating what I would play. Mortal Kombat? Nah, there was some kid at that machine. Galaga? I would, but unfortunately that machine was out of service. Dance Dance Revolution? f*** no.
As I was shortly running out of games to play, I saw a new game. Not new as in the "Just made" sense, but new as in the "Hey, that wasn't here before!" sense. It was a definite classic. It was Virtua Cop. I had played many of these "gun" games before. But, this one.. it would change my life.
I grasped the light gun in my palm and slid my other hand into my pocket to fish out a quarter. As I placed it in, the machine came to life. Sounds surrounded me, as it activated with the pure placement of a little piece of metal. I raised the gun up a small bit, so I could aim. The game started. I, as always, picked the hardest detail. Swarming with baddies, all which I had control over, in an indirect sense.
The first few enemies came up, and I started to play. I shot, shot, and shot some more, and I never missed a guy. Then, a helpless civilian stepped into my way. It, unfortunately, got shot. I exclaimed a loud "SHIT!" as my health was penalized.
Well, eventually, I died. Sooner, WAY sooner that I would usually in a game of that type. While I still had 75 cents in my pocket, I decided to keep it for later. My head hung low and my mood deteriorated, I walked into what, is apparently called sunlight. I've never seen it before.
I walked into my house, my father greeting me with a warm smile and a glass of iced tea, as he sometimes does when he wants to talk with me. This time, he was just being nice. Who would have guessed? I went into my room, and blasted some Buckcherry on my stereo, but, eventually fell asleep.
Chapter 2: My dream was an odd experience. I kept on replaying that game of Virtua Cop in my head. Analyzing what I did wrong. I noticed that the 1 civilian I killed had... almost stood out in my mind, as a seperate entity. I thought I was going a bit insane, but hell, it was a dream.
I awoke in a cold sweat, about an hour later. My stereo was still playing, but oddly, whisper quiet. Someone must have turned it down. Oh well. I got up from my bed, and looked in my bedroom mirror. I looked disorganized, hell, to put it simply, I looked like a mess. I gave my hair a quick comb, but there was little else I could do.
I yelled to my father: "Hey, I'm going back outside." He didn't reply. I thought it was odd, but nothing was going to stop me from going back to the arcade. I still had my 75 cents in my pocket. And for one of them, it would get me a win in Virtua Cop.
I stepped, once more into the arcade, and went right for that machine. I inserted my quarter, picked up my gun, and started playing once more. I entered the game, and it was totally empty. Except for one thing. The corpse of one familiar civilian I had shot an hour ago.
I dropped my gun. It hit my foot. And with that, it turned pitch black. I could feel my upper body moving, like it would if it was sitting up. There was one faint source of light. An alarm clock. I was back in bed. It was another hour later than I had seen the last time, and my father awoke me, yelling and screaming at me. "The house is on fire! Get out!"
I managed to get out. But, he didn't. I caught a glimpse of his corpse, and it looked almost exactly like that person.. that innocent soul that had succumbed to a force it could never hope to withstand.
I went to my mother's place, after calling 9-1-1 from a neighbor's place. She had the news on the TV. I glanced at it, and it looked exactly like the level from "Virtua Cop". It was, of course, more realistic looking, but exact nonetheless.
The anchorwoman was documenting a massacre. Over 50 dead. Including 1 civilian, and a cop. I had realized that that was exactly what I had done earlier in the day. I was creeped out, but shunned it off to coincidence.
(Much longer transition, I haven't decided yet).
I had actually killed that person. I knew in my heart. In my mind. That one person. The rest were nothing. But this one person. He probably had a family. And a dog. And I... I was solely responsible for his death. It was just a videogame... but I somehow.. I killed.
(More content, again, undecided).
The nights were getting longer. I didn't know myself anymore. I had only one choice. I took my remaining 25 cents... I placed it in an exposed electric outlet. I was dead, although that made no difference. There was still.
The Game.
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Post by TripleMerc on Jan 3, 2007 8:30:05 GMT -5
(Going to bed now, goodnight.)
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 8:33:31 GMT -5
That was awesome man, really intense.
And the fact that it's based off my favourite game in existence made it even better
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Post by Matt Rogers on Jan 3, 2007 8:40:33 GMT -5
I COME FROM A HIGHLY EDUCATED UNIVERSITY! SO LET ME ASK YOU, CHRISTIAN CAGE, WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING THE LOWEST FORM OF HOMIO SAPIEN THERE IS?
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 8:44:27 GMT -5
I COME FROM A HIGHLY EDUCATED UNIVERSITY! SO LET ME ASK YOU, CHRISTIAN CAGE, WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING THE LOWEST FORM OF HOMIO SAPIEN THERE IS? Wait... so Christian outranks me? DAMNIT!
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Post by Matt Rogers on Jan 3, 2007 8:49:08 GMT -5
But he's from that country, that cesspool I like to call MEXICO NORTH, and I apologise to any Mexicans out there.
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Post by Topher is Human on Jan 3, 2007 8:54:38 GMT -5
But he's from that country, that cesspool I like to call MEXICO NORTH, and I apologise to any Mexicans out there. Fair enough... aslong as youre cool with us Aussies
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