Awoken, the woman's mind reeled as her dizziness continued on.
Everything was static.
Her eyes were hazed and her breath oddly hot against her face, as if she were breathing against something that was pressed up against her face.
"W-wha?" She wrapped her fingers around her oddly weighted head as she pushed herself to her knees, the scent of medicinal cleaning products stinking the room she could barely recognize.
The last thing she remembered was walking home from her late night shift over at the docks. Being a guard was shit pay but at the end of the day, a job was a job and money was money. Given the current population of the city, she was lucky to even get it in the first place.
After all, her skills as a former Watch member was wasted on a less menial task, such as selling fruit or clothes as a vendor at the Marketplace.
She left the Watch for one good reason. She had a family. She could not put her little boy and husband through the idea that one day Mommy was not going to come back.
They would bury her instead of welcoming her home.
She had about the commotion over at the Marketplace but paid little to heed to it. It was just another day here in Rhy'din. Another death meant nothing to her; it was not exactly her place to care, given the bouts of torment the citizens were placed under by tyrannical idiots who sought power or whatever else they deemed proper to call it.
Selfishness. Idiocy.
That is what she thought.
Now she felt the idiot, unable to remove whatever it was encasing her head.
"What is this?"
It felt smooth and like plastic.
The misted visor to which clouded her vision had clued her slowly engaging brain as to what it was quite quickly.
A bike helmet.
"Why' why am I?"
Standing, she looked about the bare room, nauseated and longing to empty the contents of her stomach. But she resisted. She hated throwing up.
Fumbling with the strap under her chin, she quickly discovered that there was no locking mechanism to which to unfasten it.
She was trapped.
"Hello, Amelia."
Came a voice, ceasing the static that poured into the room. Distinctively male and raspy. It came as if from the very air itself, though, she quickly discovered the small walkie talkie tied to the exits door handle. to which was the source of the static.
Confused and still unable to walk in a straight line, the uniformed woman approached the apparatus cautiously.
"....the hell?" She picked up the device, knowing full well how to use it. She pressed the large button on the side, the hiss of static silencing. "Who are you? W-where am I?"
"All very good questions. Why don't you find out?" Came the response.
"What?" She looked down at the device in confusion. "What kind of prank is this?"
"This is no prank." Said the voice, stunning her.
How did he hear her" She didn't press the button.
"Attached to your head is a modified bike helmet. It has been bugged so I can hear everything you hear and say, so do not attempt to ask for help or you will be expelled from the game."
"Game?" She whispered. "Just who the fuck do you think you are"!"
"My name is Cube."
"Cube?" She scoffed. "Listen here, I do not know who you are, but I refuse to play along!"
With a firm grip on the door handle, she yanked open the door and walked out into the hallway of?
The Red Dragon Inn"
Further disorientated, she slammed the door behind her, walking through establishment and out into the street.
"Allow me to install an incentive. If you do not comply, I will end you."
The woman paused, ignoring the odd looks of those walking past her in the cold early morning mist.
She sobbed, her voice meek. "End me?"
"Inside the helmet is a very complex mechanism I designed myself, although, it is effectively a microwave. I have also built in a bomb, for added measure. Though it will only serve to decapitate you rather than harm others who are not involved if you try to forcefully remove it. I can of course activate it via remote control."
She dropped the walkie talkie, staring down at it. "W-what?"
"You have ten minutes to go to Bristle Crios. You do know where that is, don't you?" The woman nodded. "Y-yes! Of course!"
She wasted little time for any acknowledgement. After picking up the walkie talkie, she bolted off into a sprint, pushing people out of her way.
"Once there, you must ask this simple question to anyone who resides there" are you ready for the question?"
Breathlessly, she ran into an alleyway. "YES!"
"How many sides does a circle have?"
"How many' but' a circle does not have any sides! That's a trick question!"
A singular beep caused the woman to skid to a stop, her fingers fumbling to the helmet's visor as something lit up inside.
"Wh-what?s that"!" She screeched.
"You just lost a life. I was kind enough to give you two, but it seems like you wasted it by answering foolishly. Allow me to explain the rules, fully. You have - had, two lives. You have two attempts to guess the answer correctly. By losing the first life you armed the bomb in your helmet. It's there for an added effect, to be completely honest with you. If you guess incorrectly a second time, the microwave turns on and...well, you can guess what happens next."
She felt sick.
"There is one way out. I am not entirely inhuman. Simply speak a name and it will all end for you rather quickly."
She wanted to throw up.
"And that name" is Ebon. You have eight minutes left. You better get running" good luck and have fun."
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Everything was static.
Her eyes were hazed and her breath oddly hot against her face, as if she were breathing against something that was pressed up against her face.
"W-wha?" She wrapped her fingers around her oddly weighted head as she pushed herself to her knees, the scent of medicinal cleaning products stinking the room she could barely recognize.
The last thing she remembered was walking home from her late night shift over at the docks. Being a guard was shit pay but at the end of the day, a job was a job and money was money. Given the current population of the city, she was lucky to even get it in the first place.
After all, her skills as a former Watch member was wasted on a less menial task, such as selling fruit or clothes as a vendor at the Marketplace.
She left the Watch for one good reason. She had a family. She could not put her little boy and husband through the idea that one day Mommy was not going to come back.
They would bury her instead of welcoming her home.
She had about the commotion over at the Marketplace but paid little to heed to it. It was just another day here in Rhy'din. Another death meant nothing to her; it was not exactly her place to care, given the bouts of torment the citizens were placed under by tyrannical idiots who sought power or whatever else they deemed proper to call it.
Selfishness. Idiocy.
That is what she thought.
Now she felt the idiot, unable to remove whatever it was encasing her head.
"What is this?"
It felt smooth and like plastic.
The misted visor to which clouded her vision had clued her slowly engaging brain as to what it was quite quickly.
A bike helmet.
"Why' why am I?"
Standing, she looked about the bare room, nauseated and longing to empty the contents of her stomach. But she resisted. She hated throwing up.
Fumbling with the strap under her chin, she quickly discovered that there was no locking mechanism to which to unfasten it.
She was trapped.
"Hello, Amelia."
Came a voice, ceasing the static that poured into the room. Distinctively male and raspy. It came as if from the very air itself, though, she quickly discovered the small walkie talkie tied to the exits door handle. to which was the source of the static.
Confused and still unable to walk in a straight line, the uniformed woman approached the apparatus cautiously.
"....the hell?" She picked up the device, knowing full well how to use it. She pressed the large button on the side, the hiss of static silencing. "Who are you? W-where am I?"
"All very good questions. Why don't you find out?" Came the response.
"What?" She looked down at the device in confusion. "What kind of prank is this?"
"This is no prank." Said the voice, stunning her.
How did he hear her" She didn't press the button.
"Attached to your head is a modified bike helmet. It has been bugged so I can hear everything you hear and say, so do not attempt to ask for help or you will be expelled from the game."
"Game?" She whispered. "Just who the fuck do you think you are"!"
"My name is Cube."
"Cube?" She scoffed. "Listen here, I do not know who you are, but I refuse to play along!"
With a firm grip on the door handle, she yanked open the door and walked out into the hallway of?
The Red Dragon Inn"
Further disorientated, she slammed the door behind her, walking through establishment and out into the street.
"Allow me to install an incentive. If you do not comply, I will end you."
The woman paused, ignoring the odd looks of those walking past her in the cold early morning mist.
She sobbed, her voice meek. "End me?"
"Inside the helmet is a very complex mechanism I designed myself, although, it is effectively a microwave. I have also built in a bomb, for added measure. Though it will only serve to decapitate you rather than harm others who are not involved if you try to forcefully remove it. I can of course activate it via remote control."
She dropped the walkie talkie, staring down at it. "W-what?"
"You have ten minutes to go to Bristle Crios. You do know where that is, don't you?" The woman nodded. "Y-yes! Of course!"
She wasted little time for any acknowledgement. After picking up the walkie talkie, she bolted off into a sprint, pushing people out of her way.
"Once there, you must ask this simple question to anyone who resides there" are you ready for the question?"
Breathlessly, she ran into an alleyway. "YES!"
"How many sides does a circle have?"
"How many' but' a circle does not have any sides! That's a trick question!"
A singular beep caused the woman to skid to a stop, her fingers fumbling to the helmet's visor as something lit up inside.
"Wh-what?s that"!" She screeched.
"You just lost a life. I was kind enough to give you two, but it seems like you wasted it by answering foolishly. Allow me to explain the rules, fully. You have - had, two lives. You have two attempts to guess the answer correctly. By losing the first life you armed the bomb in your helmet. It's there for an added effect, to be completely honest with you. If you guess incorrectly a second time, the microwave turns on and...well, you can guess what happens next."
She felt sick.
"There is one way out. I am not entirely inhuman. Simply speak a name and it will all end for you rather quickly."
She wanted to throw up.
"And that name" is Ebon. You have eight minutes left. You better get running" good luck and have fun."
______
This post is linked to this playable: http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"p=211684#211684