Grimoire Of...?
[Discussion Thread]
[ PAUSE ]
Everything has stopped. Time is not moving, they all sit at chairs a dark room fastened tightly to chairs almost as if tormented. There is a stationary line of chairs holding the abuducted, each of them having a spotlight over them seeming to come from nowhere. Each of them fast asleep as the conversation has started, providing very specific details and forewarning before anything else has even started. In a brief moment we will discern and hear from what each person has to say, before we progress further into the events planned by The OmniSkill.
When I hit play, we start.
PLAY
As if to say things resumed would be a bit of of an understatement. The sleeping recipients that plucked from alternate universes had all been brought to complete consciousness. This was the keeper of the book, The OmniSkill had been waiting for. Raising a hand to his chin, he scratched it eagerly, having already given them their instructions. Naturally, there was no explicit guarantee they would cooperate, but those that didn't would join the body count behind him.
The room was gray. This was what _______ called, "The Gray Area" how unoriginal, but all the effective to state that this was a mostly neutral zone within the grimoire. The shades of gray began to grow brighter, stoping at 18% gray. They could now see the chairs they were fastened to, the shackles and restraints that possessed some incredible and equally mysterious pressure that held them bound. Getting a good look at the OmniSkill as he stood now, they finally got a clear look at his face. His hand slumped over, noticeably different, he had screws protruding from out of his body, at least the size of an aluminum bat and just as thick. He didn't appear to be uncomfortable, and around him the room looked relatively comfortable with the exception of their chairs, it was the equivalent of a Rec Room in a way.
"Now that you're all awake and I have your full attention. Lets get introductions out of the way. As I said before, I am The OmniSkill, but you can also refer to me as The Keeper, Asshole, Douchebag, or Admiral Jerksauce, whatever is your preference. Your still my contraband at the end of the day, moving on. Starting one by one, introduce yourself as I in the way I described. Your statement of purpose of which includes why you think I chose you to come here, tell me about yourself...BRIEFLY, don't tell me how you were some poor farm child that had to sell their best cattle to pay rent or something droll like that. Seriously. You're also all unique, so describe to me what Your Powers are, this is to be interest of the others around you and don't cop out on exact what it is you can do, be specific or you'll regret it later on. From the top, to the bottom, lets hear what you have to say."
The Keeper folded his hands and gave a glint of cunning glimmering from his eyes as he lay in wait a the imminent bombardment of responses, defiance, panic, you name it.
[Discussion Thread]
[ PAUSE ]
Everything has stopped. Time is not moving, they all sit at chairs a dark room fastened tightly to chairs almost as if tormented. There is a stationary line of chairs holding the abuducted, each of them having a spotlight over them seeming to come from nowhere. Each of them fast asleep as the conversation has started, providing very specific details and forewarning before anything else has even started. In a brief moment we will discern and hear from what each person has to say, before we progress further into the events planned by The OmniSkill.
When I hit play, we start.
PLAY
As if to say things resumed would be a bit of of an understatement. The sleeping recipients that plucked from alternate universes had all been brought to complete consciousness. This was the keeper of the book, The OmniSkill had been waiting for. Raising a hand to his chin, he scratched it eagerly, having already given them their instructions. Naturally, there was no explicit guarantee they would cooperate, but those that didn't would join the body count behind him.
The room was gray. This was what _______ called, "The Gray Area" how unoriginal, but all the effective to state that this was a mostly neutral zone within the grimoire. The shades of gray began to grow brighter, stoping at 18% gray. They could now see the chairs they were fastened to, the shackles and restraints that possessed some incredible and equally mysterious pressure that held them bound. Getting a good look at the OmniSkill as he stood now, they finally got a clear look at his face. His hand slumped over, noticeably different, he had screws protruding from out of his body, at least the size of an aluminum bat and just as thick. He didn't appear to be uncomfortable, and around him the room looked relatively comfortable with the exception of their chairs, it was the equivalent of a Rec Room in a way.
"Now that you're all awake and I have your full attention. Lets get introductions out of the way. As I said before, I am The OmniSkill, but you can also refer to me as The Keeper, Asshole, Douchebag, or Admiral Jerksauce, whatever is your preference. Your still my contraband at the end of the day, moving on. Starting one by one, introduce yourself as I in the way I described. Your statement of purpose of which includes why you think I chose you to come here, tell me about yourself...BRIEFLY, don't tell me how you were some poor farm child that had to sell their best cattle to pay rent or something droll like that. Seriously. You're also all unique, so describe to me what Your Powers are, this is to be interest of the others around you and don't cop out on exact what it is you can do, be specific or you'll regret it later on. From the top, to the bottom, lets hear what you have to say."
The Keeper folded his hands and gave a glint of cunning glimmering from his eyes as he lay in wait a the imminent bombardment of responses, defiance, panic, you name it.
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