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| The Prophecy of Specula part 1; sorry not sorry | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 28 2016, 05:38 PM (2,587 Views) | |
| Holben | Feb 28 2016, 05:38 PM Post #1 |
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Rumbo a la Victoria
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The project was finally complete. Canis began to cackle with glee, his face lit in sudden flashes by the crackling portal before him. Suspended within a steel structure wrapped in wires and pipes, the glowing blue disc made a deep booming sound that rose and fell as Russwallac slowly moved a lever to the right. "Canis, are you sure this is safe?" Russ adjusted his glasses slightly and frowned into the depths of the interdimensional void. "We knew the risks when we began this project! There's no other way. We have to know what Earth would really be like if the KT asteroid had missed!" "Uh, of course, but we've never even tested this thing. Who knows what could happen? This could literally tear the universe apart, or even worse..." "The Inner Circle are too close to finding our location. There's no time- this has to happen now." "Alright, boss." Russ turned to look at Nanotyranus. "More power! Tap into the reserves if you need to!" Nano muttered something about plausibility and flicked a few switches. The portal surged with energy, and arcs of lightning made sudden, vicious connections between it and the scaffold in which it hung. Canis shouted something, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of physics screaming in pain. Russ' hair stood on end as he kept checking the panels in front of him again and again, on alert for any sort of error or fault. Here, there was no room for mistakes. The sound slowly faded into a quiet hum, and the three speccers began cheered with glee. "It's stable! It's stable!" Laughed Russ, as Canis cracked a beer and raised it in salute to his comrades before taking a deep gulp. But just as they were celebrating, there was a sudden explosion which tore a wide hole in the roof of the building. Long ropes dropped from above, and down them slid the dreaded Inner Circle. Before they could react, Canis and his friends stood facing the three most terrifying people he knew- Parasky, flanked by John Faa on his right hand side and Uruf on his left. Uruf bowed sarcastically towards Canis. "Can't you give us a few more minutes?" Pleaded Russ. Parasky drew a bulky two-handed hammer from his belt and shook his head at Canis. "You went rogue, CL. You know what that means. With everything you know, we can't let you go free." "Look, I had to do this. You know that." The Administrator didn't seem to notice Canis speaking. "You were my friend once. Remember all we did together? Remember what we achieved? And you threw it all aside." He prepared himself to swing the hammer. Faa smirked. "You did well, making this portal. But it's ours now. And I'll be the one to classify all the new pterosaurs we find!" Canis backed away, his eyes desperate. "No!" "And your friends? You could have told them everything. They, too, must be smote." Russ gulped, and Nano muttered something about past participles. He had resigned himself to his inevitable fate. All was lost, and this whole project had been for nothing. They would never get to see- but then, the portal flared for a second, filling the room with blinding white light. There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and as the speccers regained their sight they saw a scarred, armoured figure striding out from the void, a dark silhouette against the bright disc behind him. "No, it can't be." Gasped Parasky. Canis' jaw dropped. "But that's... Temporary!" |
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Time flows like a river. Which is to say, downhill. We can tell this because everything is going downhill rapidly. It would seem prudent to be somewhere else when we reach the sea. "It is the old wound my king. It has never healed." | |
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| trex841 | Aug 9 2016, 08:55 PM Post #61 |
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Though apparently there's a cut off point. I asked Holben if he could find a post at one point from a deleted thread but it didn't go back far enough. |
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F.I.N.D.R Field Incident Logs A comprehensive list of all organisms, artifacts, and alternative worlds encountered by the foundation team. At the present time, concepts within are inconsistent and ever shifting. (And this is just the spec related stuff) | |
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| LittleLazyLass | Aug 9 2016, 09:04 PM Post #62 |
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The oldest post in the bin is from June 1st, 2008, but I don't know when exactly that particular post was trashed. So I'm not sure about a hard cut-off, but prettymuch any other mod could probably tell you more. We should probably countinue to the discuss the trash bin in SWHTYT if we wish to continue; this is getting derailed. |
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| Monster | Aug 10 2016, 06:47 AM Post #63 |
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Looking through the trash bin is like, looking into the soul of the forum. Only a few are strong enough to withstand it. |
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Flashlights, nightmares, sudden explosions. 'active' {tumblr} {Veles} {10 Million Years of Rain] Commissions: Open. | |
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