Ms paint Game

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Here is how this game works... This story starts off with a scenario. As you can see, one of the characters below is in a situation. What other people do, is send me commands for the character through PM, and I draw it out. It's an rpg in retrospect, or roleplaying game.



You wake up on the cold, smooth white floor, gasping heavily, your whole body shaking with both fatigue and cold. Your 18 year old male body is covered in some disgusting, slimy substance from your life support tube, which has apparantly dumped you out as of late. You blink your ice blue eyes against the harsh ceiling lights, shielding your face with a deathly pale hand covered with the thin green liquid. Your confused and slightly frightened. You do not know how you got here, nor do you remember even your own name. What do you do first?

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Tigerfire- I must get up and draw my gladius hispaniensis.

Your highly developed brain absorbs this information through your hazy mind. Unfortunately, you have no such weapon on you, even if a Hispanic sword sounds really cool right now... Or a sheathe... Or pants FOR the sheathe... But it brings up a valid point... Your nervous and feel exposed... Unless someone comes to explain something soon, you would like to feel protected. You have no idea how you know this, if you can't even remember your own name, but alas, first things first. With trembling legs you stand up and take a look around the room you have found yourself in...

It is small and circular. The walls, ceilings, and floors are bland and white, polished to a sterile sheen. Three life support tubes sit behind you. One, with it's bullet proof glass door opened, that spilled you out. Another filled with foul green liquid that you are starting to distaste greatly. The last one looks broken, and there are even some glass shards at it's base. Beside the tubes, there is one of those med beds, though the heart moniter is missing it's cords. Next to the med beds are two containers. On the other side of the room, there is some kind of computer or terminal attatched in the wall. There appears to be no doors or windows... You hope you won't run out of oxygen...

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Tigerfire- Open the nearest rectangular container.

Yes... Perhaps there is something there that can help you. You walk over to the nearest one, undoing the latch and popping the lid off. Inside, there appears to be an old hospital gown, some kind of framed paper, and look, multiple cords and the like, probably for the heart moniter. The hospital gown looks interesting. All you are wearing right is your boxers, and you would like a little decency... And maybe a little warmth. This room is cold.

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Tigerfire- Open the nearest rectangular container.

Yes... Perhaps there is something there that can help you. You walk over to the nearest one, undoing the latch and popping the lid off. Inside, there appears to be an old hospital gown, some kind of framed paper, and look, multiple cords and the like, probably for the heart moniter. The hospital gown looks interesting. All you are wearing right is your boxers, and you would like a little decency... And maybe a little warmth. This room is cold.

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Wolf-Ooo break open the life toob things, take a shard, open the next box, take the first box, tear into small pieces, find a heat sorce, use the box peices for fuel, and see what that moniter thing is

WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!!! A command at a time will suffice, thank you! Really... You just woke up from a life support tube just now by being DUMPED out on the stone cold floor, covered in some horrible stinky goo in some frigid hospital room with no idea how you got here or why. I mean... Are you really expecting me to keep up with this, I mean, COME ON!!!

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Rubypaw-Pat your head and tummy at the same time.

.............. Um........... Is that some kind of challenge?.... Shouldn't we focus on getting out first at least?

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Cloudy- okay since there's no doors or windows i'm just gonna sit down in the corner and wait for someone to come.

Allright... You go over and sit on the med bed, warpping the gray covers around your shoulders to add some warmth... You wait... A couple hours? Your not sure, there is no way to keep time in this place...

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Kes-You decide to keep the blanket on you. It's extra warmth comforts you, and it makes your hospital gown feel more substantial. Tired of this sitting and waiting, you walk quietly over to the second box, hoping to discover what lies within. If this one is locked, you decide that the computer screen is your next best bet. Information could be a useful weapon against anything here that might be hostile. There does seem to be an ominous feeling to this place...

You couldn't agree more... You go over to the second container. It isn't locked, and you open it. Hmm... It appears to be medical waste. Mainly garbage... But you do find an old scalpel inside.

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Kes-Though you're nervous about looking too hostile, you decide to keep the scalpel. Just in case. The rest of the container's contents seem useless, so you move toward the monitor. It isn't technology you're familiar with, but you manage to figure out how to turn it on. Suddenly, the screen lights up with a message...

You grip the scalpel in your pale hand tightly. It wasn't impressive... But it would do. You then decide it's time to head over to the moniter. It wasn't technology you were familiar with... You didn't even see a keyboard... But there was a button, and you push it... The screen turns green as it lights up, a thin keyboard slipping out from the slot beneath it. Several strings up data and codes flash in the screen as it loads up before giving you a warning about low power. Then the screen brings up several topics.

Security Cameras
Lab Reports(NEW UPDATE)
Mail
Patients
Door

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Rubypaw- You remember something from your past, a name, Four Clans RPG (XD) You decide to google it

That has got to be the most stupi-... Wait... Vaguely... Very vaguely... You were always on the comp... You liked computers and such... You remember that much... Maybe you were a member of an online site, one involving cats... And... WAIT... NO!!!

Omigosh... What a bunch of losers... You have the urge to jab yourself in the head with your scalpel. You really do. This isn't the time! This is a terminal first of all, not a computer, and you highly doubt it has internet in the first place, or if it did, would it even work. Not to mention, it would be hard to navigate without a computer mouse! GGGGAAAAAGGHHHH!!!! HEADACHES!!!

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Cloudy- Ok then i start screaming "HEY DUPES WHO PUT ME IN HERE, HOW 'BOUT YOU COME TELL WHAT'S GOING ON! YOU COUPLE OF B*****S!!!"

Umm... Your starting to get a feeling that your help chip is malfunctioning occassionly. The thing that gives you advice, and has been integrated into your brain and aids normal thinking if USED RIGHT. Your feel like it needs to be ripped out soon... It's like an angry cat screeching in your ear... Then goes to quietly and thoughtfully helpful... You really wish it would be doing that soon... Besides... LANGUAGE young lady. Screaming isn't going to help... Lets not plummet in insanity yet... You fix the screen with a fatherly, yet stern expression, even though your 18(Or at least LOOK 18.) That will be a dollar in the cursing jar for YOU young lady.

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Kes- You decide that "NEW UPDATE" looks important enough to open, and so, seeing no computer mouse, you decide touch the words, discovering whether the screen is touch sensitive or not.

It isn't... But... For some reason.... The more you look at the screen, the more familiar it is to you... Not the terminal itself, but the concept of navigating one. After staring at it for a while, you use the keys to open Lab Reports(NEW UPDATE), bringing up several more topics.

(Warning! Emergency life support deposit. Low energy...)
Test subject 45(deceased)
Test subject 99
Test subject 66

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Rubypaw- You think to yourself that maybe one of those test subjects could he helpful, so you click on 'Test Subject 66'

Maybe... You use the keys to select it...

TestSubject- 66
Status- unknown(UPDATE: RELEASED!)
Gender-Male
approx physical age- 18

Report- Subject 66 is interesting to say the least. Most test subjects who we injected the serum and did the surgeries to either died or had stable conditions to become super soldiers for the U.S. later. Subject 66 has a very unstable condition, but as not passed out yet. When testing was done, he showed... Unusual and perhaps dangerous behavior... There is no self control, he is like the earlier experiments when they... Changed. After his violent outbursts, he would calm down immensely with no memory of what happened. We wiped his memories just to be safe... Thanks to a dangerous hole in security, he nearly found a way out the facility. For now, he will kept under life support and put to sleep in one of the tubes in the medbay. We will continue to study his condition when we have free time... If all else fails... We can simply dispose of him like the others.



Your not liking this... Your not liking this at all... YOUR 66... You need to find a way out soon.

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