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The Quest For Spec; We need more stories.
Topic Started: Aug 28 2016, 01:55 AM (1,910 Views)
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I decided we need more SpecEvo forum fics, so I'm making one of my own.


The process was nearly complete, just as the obligatory thunder and lightning decided to peak its crescendo. The chalk circle drawn on the floor was growing to a blinding light, as the High Admin Parasky called upon the Admins of old to grant Moderative powers to the newest Staff member, LittleIslander. The remaining Admins Sheather and Holben were busy directing the other staff on keeping the ominous Latin mantras going in the background.
“And one last thing before we’re done,” said Parasky as he gave LittleIslander a skull-bashing punch to the face, finishing the ritual. The sound produced was enough to wake Seascorpion out of his Time-Zone-slumber. “Something something new people…” he muttered as he started back up with the others in their chorus.

Later, as everyone cracked open a celebratory drink and headed for the door, LittleIslander went up to Holben and asked the robot, “So tell me again why he had to punch me? It’s not like it builds character.”
“Hey, that’s a time honored tradition! You’re lucky you didn’t have to battle the rest of us,” Holben told LittleIslander.
“Do you know how many limbs I had to regenerate after my trials?” Monster said as it trod past them, “It took them a lot longer to heal themselves though.”
“At least you weren’t in Dial’s position,” added Hybrid as he hopped to his mobile box-throne, “he had to fight ‘em all at once.”

Upon leaving, everyone went about their business, some heading to Castle Spec, others heading to the various Forums, others dissipating for their nights. Hybrid and Monster went over to the Member Introductions, where new speccers would be born in the the processing units. The next batch had recently come in, from the the latest season: summer, or May, June, July, and August. Beetleboy was busy twiddling his thumbs, watching Classy Amoeba and Thylacine poke the sausage-skin blobs with some sticks.

“So, Beetleboy, I hope everything’s going well. Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Monster chidded to the dilly dallyer.
At this, the lizard jumped around and saluted, quickly saying “Welcome to the vats sirs! We’ve been doing excellently in maintaining the influx of visitors and new members!”
Hybrid considered telling of LittleIslander’s ascent, but instead asked, “So, any new members joining currently?”
“We’ve got some popping out now, if you wanna look,” chimed in Thylacine.

As if on queue, one of the blobs -specifically the May blob- split open, sending its contents spilling into a containment pan. The first few were the usual: the small, deformed embryos that show people that registered and forgot. The ones who stayed quickly followed suit. As they emerged, the new members started to take on a specific shape, going through various embryological stages to do so. The first to form came out as a pair of of orbiting planetoids; soon a pelican in a suit formed, as well as a bootlegged Toothless, among others.
Monster barked a signal to Classy Amoeba, who quickly pressed a button to send the group of newcomers down the line to a truck set for the Member Introductions.

“Hybrid! The June one’s splitting early!” The two mods sped over to Beetlboy’s spot, as a hole was poked in the June blob. Thylacine charged to the blob with an emergency pan, ready to catch any premature members.
Surprisingly, only two things fell out: a hyrax and a loaf of bread. As the three lesser members scratched their heads, Hybrid PMed Zorcuspine, the mod currently tending to the Member Introductions.

PM System-Hybrid
 
Hey, we got some premature speccers. Need someone to give them a lift.
Seems we’ve got a hyrax and bread.
PM System-Zorcuspine
 
Sure thing. Sending flashman over now.
Also, since when has food come out of those vats? :huh?: Weird.


In an instant, flashman appeared with a pair of containers for the two newcomers, taking them and returning to the proper Forum. Upon reaching the main compound for recently made members, flashman handed them to Dapper Man
for processing. After going through the necessary checks and papers, the two were sent off to Sayornis in the training grounds and practice Spec for teaching, along with the pelican and planetoids from May and Tet as an assistant.
Edited by Ivan_The_Inedible, Aug 28 2016, 10:03 AM.
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This is... interesting. I like how you took earlier discussion of mod-initiation and a bit of the prophecy and made it your own. I look forward to more. Interesting birthing... I dunno what to call it... process as well. How's everyone supposed to spec if they're busy dealing with initiates? What even is speccing in this world? I guess I'll have to wait and see how this progresses.

This also reminds me, I intended to write a ballad of for away members. They clearly died in some form of spam/hacker/troll attack.
Edited by Dr Nitwhite, Aug 28 2016, 09:10 AM.
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“Alright Sayornis, what’ve ya got for us today?” called out Zorcuspine, ready to oversee the bird’s last batch of newcomers before heading off for other stuff. Sayornis entered into the Member Introductions Headquarters
“Alright. I’ve got a fancy pelican, a pair of floating planets, and those early members.”
“The hyrax and bread?”
“Yep.”
Examining the loaf, Zorcuspine commented, “In all my time here I haven’t anything as weird as a loaf of bread for a member, and that’s saying something.”

Bringing them to a large, near-empty room, Zorcuspine said, "OK, now that you four have actually gotten here, it's time to establish yourselves. Sayornis, you know the routine."
Fluffing up her feathers, Sayornis addressed the newcomers. "So, now that you have avatars, we now need to know your name. To do that, we need to get you to talk. Anyone wanna go first?"
The pelican stepped forward, and quickly began trying to form a coherent name for itself.

Eventually the hoarse croaks sounded closer and closer to English, until the word "doctor" was uttered.
"Good! Anything else to add?" called out Sayornis.
Before long, the phrase "My name is..." was complete, and soon the pelican had made its name.
"My name is Dr. Nitwhite."
"So, next one up?"

Up to bat next was the planetoids. Instead of speech, it continually kept smashing into itself, producing increasingly legible letters and words, until eventually it too, had made a name for itself.
"My name will be Planetace."
Soon the hyrax came up, and eventually out came the "My name is TerrificTyler20."
"What about the bread?" asked Dr. Nitwhite.

As everyone turned to the loaf, it wasn't there. Poof, just gone.
All Zorcuspine had to say was, "Wait, what?" before the bread was back, this time with a mouth full of teeth and another loaf inside said mouth.
Queue the loaf disappearing again, returning with more teeth embedded in it, a few green boils, and two more loafs arranged into part of a letter. The process repeated again and again, with it getting larger and more blob-y, and with the bread loaves forming into a phrase: Ivan The Inedible.

Tet, entering the room way too late, commenting with, "So... Ivan is a teleporting loaf of bread with a mouth and tentacles. Cool." Taking a seat nearby, the amoeba-like member quickly began staring at his PM PDA, chatting with the various other assistants among the forums, particularly his partner in mischief, Paleo_Specs.
PM System-Tet
 
So, how are your members holding up? I've got teleporting bread.
PM System- Paleo_Secs
 
Fine, I got the usual lot. Why exactly did you get magic bread? How is something like that gonna spec right?
PM System-Tet
 
I don't know, but the tentacles and teeth might help with that.


"TET! Please pay attention!" roared Zorcuspine as the assistant literally jumped a few feet, "You are supposed to be helping Sayornis here with the new members."
As soon as Tet sped back to the main group, Sayornis began the next phase: practice spec.
"Now, since you guys are here to begin with, you know what spec is. Do any of you know how to do so?" Queue a wing and a tentacle in the air.
"Show me."

After about five minutes in a manner similar to their first words, both Dr. Nitwhite and Ivan eventually produce one thing each, a coot with a blue-morpho style of coloration and a large, mobile antlion larva, respectively.
"Good! So you know how to and you can. Excellent!"

Now, I want to see if you... " Sayornis went on as he was quickly interrupted by a loud BOOM.
Soon the Admin Holben burst through the door, decked in full combat equipment.
"Zorc, you're needed on the front lines! Trolls and spambots are attacking from the north and we've got a whole horde of 'em heading here right now!"
Another boom and a cracked ceiling.

"Alright, Tet and Sayornis, get those four out of here and into the bunker!" called out Zorcuspine as he charged out with Holben.
"Alright kiddos, time to get a move on; GO GO GO!"
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The battle raging to the north was immense, with legions of disorganized, chattering spambots charging at breakneck speeds towards the Spec encampments, dotted by the occasional hulking figure of an internet troll wading through the masses. Holben, dodging projectiles all the way, positioned himself atop a lone tower in the rubble of an abandoned processing building, before configuring himself into a turret and firing his SG-Spec1 Cannon down upon the swarms.

Down in the quickly-dug trenches, Zorcuspine joined a small group of speccers guarding Johnfaa, who was busily creating monstrous beasts to fight the vast hordes approaching.
Ducking away from a tossed kitchen sink, Zorcuspine called out to Glarnboudin, who had finished tearing through a small group of lesser spambots. "How's the outposts!?" *boom*
Glarnboudin responded with "We're all doing good! Faa over here's busy making something to break enemy lines!" *boom*
Zorcuspine nodded his head. "Good, we need all the time we can get to call in Parasky. Velociraptor, I need you to survey the other positions!" *boom*

Hearing this, the disgruntled bird took to the sky, noting the charging brigade led by Monster and whatchamacallit, while Hybrid's position blasted robo-scrap left and right. Elsewhere the monstrous creations conjured by Kamineigh, having been yanked into the fight for his increased level of snarkiness as of late, were going directly through the waves of spambots to combat the hulking trolls among them, crushing all in the ensuing brawls. Noting this and the seemingly increased speed at which the robots were heading directly for Johnfaa's position, Velociraptor headed back for his report.

Shouting over the droning of millions of spambots, Velociraptor returned to Zorcuspine with his report. "They're getting held back well, but they're all surging directly towards us!" *boom*
A flock of song birds quickly began wheeling overhead, and Sheather soon descended from among them. "How's the fight going?"
Grabbing his PM PDA, GlarnBoudin speedily began typing into it as he replied, "I'm asking Monster on the front lines right now."
PM System-GlarnBoudin
 
What's going on out there? Anything of a need-to-know importance for Faa's position?
PM System-Monster
 
Most of the bots have just started ignoring us, and they're all headed your way. PS, found a sandwich a troll was about to eat. Yay me.
*boom*

Bringing out his bird-beaked sythe Serinus, Sheather hurridly began preparing for for the oncoming wave. "Everyone! Get around Johnfaa and do not let those bots reach him at all!" Saying this, he deftly slashed his sythe through the air, slicing and dicing dozens of oncoming spambots with each stroke.
The members, with a renewed vigor, quickly produced a counter assault upon the incoming attackers, as the oncoming bots droned in their omnipresent buzz. "KITchen APllIANCes haLf-OFf AT OnLy £19/$25!" *boom*

As GlarnBoudin finished off the "flag-bearer" of a mid-sized group of robots, the naked dromeaosaur soon heard someone calling for him, namely the large hedgehog he'd recently befriended, Corcin.
"Glarn!"
*BOOM*
"Yeah?"
*BOOM*
"Look!"
*BOOM*

Among the vast swarms of spambots endlessly shouting, "NEw On SALe! OuR LAteST In AMAzING KitCHeN TEChnoLOgic ACHeivmEnTS IS OUR LatESt SALe! ONly NOw CAN yuO Get tHe CoMpLETe sEt fOR £20/$26!, and the hulking figures of those disfigured trolls who made it past Kamineigh, stood a lone giant.
A true god amongst machinery, it stood hundreds of meters tall, with its very presence sending spambots in their direction with an increased speed, flinging hundreds of robots at them with every step, with various scrapes and dents from the weapons of previous encampments. Even Holben's Admin-Weapon, forged by the High Smithy of the Old Guard Pando, had only just managed to blow off the enormous pauldron, sending it crashing down to the battlefield below. The various other dents, scratches, and general gore on it read out very clearly "CompanyKitchens"
In a godly voice, it screeched its mantra of sales. "COMpanY KItCHEns' SalES ARe THRouGH ThE ROOf! BY oUr SUUplIES BeForE THeY Run OUt!"
Beyond spreading its mantra and sending hordes towards them, the huge goliath was preoccupied with another thing; with each movement of its dangling arms, it reached to the ground and grabbed both troll, spambot, and earth in hand, and began crafting a huge blender out of the raw materials to use as a weapon.

GlarnBoudin looked at it with the exact same fear everyone else did. "Oh dear."
At this point, all but Corcin, Sheather, GlarnBoudin, and Zorcuspine had joined Johnfaa in an attempt to create a beast strong enough to take on such a mechanical force of nature, and Sheather was preoccupied in trying to contact the High Admin Parasky for help. Another shot from Holben, and the behemoth's work was interrupted, sending much of the "blender" spilling onto the ground, crushing all those underneath. Soon both the giant and Johnfaa were ready; with a final burst of radiant, blue light echoed by a singular, godly cry about KichTeN ApPLIanCEs, the joint-creation was made: an enormous, bipedal, feathered lemur wielding a blade-on-a-stick conjured to fight the robot.

But the titan's true intent was revealed when it raised its arm into a throwing position; Holben's final shot finally severed an arm, but it was both the wrong one and too late. With an almighty WHOOSH and a swung arm, the mismatched kitchen appliance was sent hurtling towards the main building, the capitol of Member Introductions, and where new members were sent to train.
Soon followed the spambots, who simply went around the now fleeting efforts of Johnfaa's group.


Their. You have you're sammich. Now quit makin so manee demans on m3!
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Yay! Part two! I'd also like to mention, Dr. Nitwhite, do you know the relevance of those two creatures? You can always look in your posts list.


A very dire situation indeed.

Johnfaa, with his speculative powers now drained, could only just manage to keep from passing out, while the other tired and weakened members were only just managing to keep the spambots from running them over. The rest of the encampments had just reached them, with many riding upon the few remaining creatures from Kamineigh. Monster had lost much of its chitinous armor and several limbs, and the others were desperately trying to hold off the advances of a heavily scarred troll. Hybrid's tank was partially crushed thanks to a group of rather persistent trolls, and could only move its turret around.
The titanic robot above was busy fighting their lemur warrior in a near slow-motion duel, slowly trading blows while Holben rained hell upon the mammoth machine. The robot, however, despite a lost arm and exposed gut wiring, was still going strong, with its deafening mantras of KIchTeN ApPlIanCes still booming in the air.

Sheather was preoccupied with trying to summon the High Admin, though by now he was calling upon the Highest of Admins, Lord Livyatan himself.
"Lord Livyatan, please, come to our aid when we need it most!"

Meanwhile, in the very heart of Castle Spec itself, the foundations shuddered as the remaining Staff there put all their power into the High Admin Parasky to help the other Admins. Suddenly, a blinding light surrounded the High Admin, and in a flash, he was gone; the only thing left was the sound of whale-song.
Canis Lupis, realizing what had happened, quickly sent a mass-PM to everyone on the battlefield, hoping to reach them in time.
PM System-Canis Lupus
 
Everyone get down! We've got a Super-Saiyan Admin headed your way and that light won't do well for your monitors!


Heeding the warning, everyone got down and covered their eyes, preparing themselves for a monumental smackdown of godly proportions. All of the members' creations quickly disappeared into raw energy, and the sound of whale-song drowned out even the screeches of kitchens and their appliances. In a blinding flash, standing in front of the titanic robot and as tall as it, was Parasky in his full eldritch form, wielding the most powerful weapon on the planet: Adminsend, the BanHammer, forged by the High Smithy of the Old Guard Pando.
With his mere presence trolls dissipated into nothing and millions of spambots were sent flying for miles in vast clouds of shrapnel. Only the gigantic machine wasn't shoved back by his arrival, and it soon began to react, grabbing a huge chunk of earth to try and bash the Admin with.
Before the titan could react, Parasky had already began to swing his weapon through the air, with an ancient whale's aura following it all the way. As he prepared to bring the heavenly weapon down on his foe, Parasky gave out a single cry.
"So be it!"
In one fell swoop, the hammer was brought down, crushing in the giant's head and shoulders in an instant. An explosion emanating its gut soon followed, and it quickly fell to the ground, crushing the few spambots that had the bright idea of using the titan for a body-shield. Parasky lifted the hammer, swung it again, and sent the crushed corpse flying backwards, decimating what little spambot legions were left retreating. The last few trolls left quickly got the hint of defeat, and began to bury themselves to avoid the wrath of any tenacious members.

In a final hammer swing, Parasky slammed Adminsend to the ground, giving a final destruction of any remaining spambots. This finished, Parasky shrunk back down to a suitable humanoid form, and mass-PMed everyone of the new lack of danger.
Joining back with group Holben, surveyed the battlefield as well as the other members. "So, is everyone fine?"
Zorcuspine looked over to the Admin, then gestured to the capitol building. "We are now, but the fight sure as hell ain't over."
Looking to the building, everyone realized what they'd forgotten: the huge amount of spambots and trolls who made it past them, and were now ravaging the crumbling structure.


Inside, Sayornis and Tet were busy bringing their group, as well as yet another pair of early arrivals from August: Celophysoidea and Vailnoff. However, their efforts to get to the lower halls were cut short by the goings-on outside. Before they could get to the entrances, their passage was cut short by the enormous appliance tossed by the giant robot, and soon the spambots and trolls that followed were quickly detected.
Seeing the robots and realizing the new danger, Sayornis quickly began turning the newcomers back to the armory. "Come on, let's go before the bots catch up!"
Counting her group, Sayornis realized that one of them was missing: Ivan. Knowing this, Sayornis frantically looked about, calling desperately the missing loaf.
Her last call was interrupted by a pillar being knocked over by a hulking troll, who quickly began charging towards her group, shouting "U mad br0?!" all the way.

Without the focus to create something to help, none in the group could think of a way to stop the brute about to knock them all into oblivion. Tet, the one whom would first receive the swinging blow, closed his eyespot, and shielded his main mass with a pseudopod, prepared for his looming demise. Yet, this end didn't come. Tet heard a loud thump, a crack, and saw the troll slumped on the ground, with a broken boulder right next to it. On top of this boulder, was Ivan; now several feet long with tentacles and a maw of teeth to match, he was busy sniffing the air, unconcerned about the happenings around him.
Before anyone could react, another hole was blown into the wall, and the droning of dozens of spambots could be heard. "wE CAn alWaYS AdD NEw DeaLs To The OFfEr! JuST ODRer NOw AnD We'Ll ThROw in An EXTra KiTCheN SinK For FReE!"
Immediately, Ivan was gone, and the robots started to poor in. As everyone began to move, Ivan reappeared in-between them and the horde, atop a collection of cabinets. At the smack of a tentacle on the floor, the doors were opened and a small swarm of bread monsters in his image were sent hurtling towards the machines. The group began running again, and Ivan joined them, leaving his small minions to do their work.
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Dr. Nitwhite, do you know the relevance of those two creatures? You can always look in your posts list.


The fact that one is a coot might be a reference to that groups descendants (notably twobills) being common in the great song, the antlion is lost on me. (my post list... hmm.)

This is, as always, great. I drew what I picture spambots to look like, I'll put em up tomorrow if people are interested. But at night, there is no good lighting.
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Dr. Nitwhite, do you know the relevance of those two creatures? You can always look in your posts list.


The fact that one is a coot might be a reference to that groups descendants (notably twobills) being common in the great song, the antlion is lost on me. (my post list... hmm.)

This is, as always, great. I drew what I picture spambots to look like, I'll put em up tomorrow if people are interested. But at night, there is no good lighting.
Yep, both are the first of our official spec creations; yours for the Great Song, mine for the neotonic creatures contest.

I'd love to see what you've imagined them as. I personally drew inspiration on the titan from Holben's take on such a monstrosity, along with Emrakul and the Blightsteel Colossus for flavor.
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We interrupt your regular programming to bring you this cutting edge report.
ATTENDANCE DROPS DRASTICALLY ON SE SERVER
This past Monday on Discord, famous server Speculative Evolution took a hit in the attendance office when it's offline member list suddenly reappeared. Mods scrambled to rectify the situation, but unfortunately there was little anyone could do. Server member Ivan was asked what he thought of the situation. "So long as Flisch, lord of machines and scion of Urborg lives, all will be well". SE, (in)famous for it's eccentric userbase, has recently been spiraling downward, and now we have hard conformation of the decline. Moderator "High Lord" Icthyander states "There is nothing to be concerned about, Discord is merely changing its UI again", but members are beginning to suspect the honesty of their staff.
Stay tuned, we'll be back with more at 11.
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There are some who call me... Spencer.
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At least tomorrow's Labor Day.
Also, here's some little information about the world this takes place in.


The world of Spec is just one of many, many worlds out there, each representing a website within the Internet. This one was created when Lord Livyatan decided to ask the question "What if?"
He made himself Highest of Admins, and began working to prepare the site for visitors and new members.
Most who've read the first entry know of the two types of new members: those who join and forget, and those who stay. Among those who stay, those with no avatar, like Even, simply appear as a floating orb of light that talks. Members with avatars take on that appearance, and those that change avatars change their looks as well, like with Corcin and LittleIslander. Another type of visitor exists, and those are, well... plain old visitors. To members and each other, they appear as thin wisps of fog, that can easily be brushed aside by the presence of powerful speccers.

When he began to add to the Staff list, his first choice was Pando, whom he originally christened the Forge Smithy of Admins, and commissioned him to craft the first Staff Weapon: Adminsend, the BanHammer. When another Staff member ascends, Pando still takes time to craft them a Staff Weapon as well -despite not being one himself anymore-, though Admins still possess the most powerful ones of all. (Yes, adding in that bit about Adminsend being forged by Pando was just for ham-iness.)
Speccing here is similar to the way mana is used in Magic: The Gathering; you only have a finite amount, and when you've exhausted it, you're done. More powerful members, such as Staff and those of the Old Guard, have much more of it, and members can join their efforts -crossing their streams, if you will- to produce even more powerful "magic". Yes, the creations are real, though once destroyed, they disappear into their creative energy.

Map of the world of Spec.


As for Apotheosis and Deus Plani, those are there simply because of their intricately entwined connections with Spec. It's also why Reddit is such an enormous planet, stretching probably for light years.
Edited by Ivan_The_Inedible, Sep 4 2016, 10:20 PM.
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