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Warped: A DDO Chronicle Ch 8 (ARC ONE FINALE)

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11/29/2014 5:40:35 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
A/N: Here we go! The first arc is (finally) at an end! I wasn't lying when I said I knew how the final chapter was going to go, so I could publish this one quickly. :P On the other hand, thank you to all of the readers of Warped and the people who have nagged me endlessly to post the next chapter. Chapter 8 will explain a lot of things, such as...the title of this fanfic! *gasps* Before I begin this chapter, however, I'd like to include some possibly unknown facts of the first arc so far. If you want me to do this at the final chapter of each arc, let me know, and if it bored you to death, also let me know.

Mauru, the currency unit of Mafia Online, is an acronym for Aurum, the Latin meaning of gold. Also, I have a friend named Maura, so why not? :P

You might have noticed irregular margins of the dates in each chapter, and I can confirm that they are not mistakes and the timeskips are intended. People who have read the sixth chapter so far should know, anyway. :3

Skill points (I already said this in Chapter 2, so don't you dare say I copied SAO XD) are divided into four categories: STR, AGI, CHA, and END, each with ten levels. They are earned from your score in each game, and greatly elevates your physical attributes in-game and outside Mafia games.

The 40% of players that have higher scores will survive each game, regardless whether they died or not.

It is possible to die outside Mafia games in Mafia Online in any harmful means, including damage done to your real-life body.

Some objects and bonuses such as weapons and thematic tools require a prerequisite amount of skill points in order to be bought and handled.

Lynches are carried out by electrocution due to the electromagnetic wave implanted within the player's brain.

Well then, now that (some) things have been clarified, let's go on to the finale of the first arc! It was by far my favorite chapter in the entire arc, I really enjoyed writing it (and hope you enjoy it even more), and can't wait to start writing the second arc! Thanks once again to all of the Warped supporters!

First Arc Collection:
Prologue: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 1: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 2: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 3: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 4: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 5: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 6: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 7: http://www.debate.org...

Chapter 8: November 1st, 2014

On November 1st, the final game of the first round had ended--an ending of the first shed of blood.

The players cheered as the final ten players spawned into the city, congratulating them on their triumph. The victory was bittersweet, as everyone knew--three thousand players had never returned from the round, and were erased from the real world as well.

There were only two thousand players remaining. Only ten would escape.
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In the outside world, a group of four men watched the world on a screen, monitoring the ongoing events before them.

After surveying the scene for a while, one man flipped the switch to OFF, and the display went blank along with the sound of the cheering players. A few seconds of silence passed, and the men looked at each other.

"Well then." One man cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Such an intelligent response, Keith." Another snickered.

A third lazily reclined in his seat, scratching his small beard. "May I ask if you have one, James?"

The man named James shrugged and sunk back as well. "I suppose you have a fair point, but the question is, what are we going to do now?"

The bearded man turned the TV back on, flipping to anews channel. "The whole world knows by now how five thousand people are in some kind of coma. They're all residing in hospitals and must be put into all kinds of scans and investigations. Good thing our encryption code is state of the art, considering our government itself handed it to us wrapped in a ribbon."

James chuckled. "True, true. Leave it to our boss to smoothly infiltrate the US government, at the hand of the president himself! And even after he revealed the project, he was able to keep the Intelligence division quiet and kept the whole Department of Defense in the dark! Can you believe it?"

"I still can't, to be honest, nor how we haven't been discovered for fifty years now! It's amazing how one man could fool three million people of the Department, the whole US government, and even the world, with not a single person finding a shred of information on us! It's insane!" Keith wondered out loud.

The final man at last coughed, and the other three immediately went silent. "Sorry, got a little ahead of ourselves there," admitted James sheepishly.

"No matter. How are we going to make sure this operation will be a success? How are we going to make sure the players inside this world will perform the experiment the way we want them to, without any interfering causes?"

He switched the channel back to the Mafia Online streaming. "This world is flawed, with many problems such as poverty, slaughter outside of Mafia, and even in-game problems like the ones we have seen!" Scenes of the players defying the mechanics of the game flashed on the screen. "Multiple players defying being lynched, unfair NKs, exploitation using their materials, and even one player escaping death due to a connection problem!"

"You've got to admit that's the first time someone's been grateful for lag," muttered Keith.

The man sighed in annoyance. "Well, you get the point. How are we going to fix these problems, and to make sure that this operation succeeds?"

A few seconds of physical silence and a mental cacophony. At last, the bearded man made a hesitant suggestion.

"Maybe...we could send one of our members in the game?"

James snorted. "Yeah, right! We don't know how intelligent these players are, and there's a high chance that whoever it will be will die inside the game. Who's going to voluntarily give up their life for a silly game?"

Keith looked hurt. "Hey, I created that 'silly game,' you know!"

"Let's just ask the boss," the man sighed.

James looked at him funny. "I doubt he'll have the chance, considering he's so busy and has to be careful all the time."

"Well, we could try sending him an email to him and bind our encryption code to the content..." Keith offered hesitantly.

The bearded man shrugged. "Sure, why not. Worth a try, and if he gets it, he'll have the answer. Besides, we should ask him for permission."

The last man nodded, and rose. "Well then, let's get to it."
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11/29/2014 5:43:45 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
To: Robert%%#*&*@*************************************.arpa

From: Keith!!&*^@*************************************.arpa

Subject: Mafia Online Solution

Hey Boss! Hope you're doing well, but knowing you, I'll cut to the chase.

We've been monitoring Mafia Online for quite a while now, and while the operation has generally been a success, there are some flaws which could accumulate into making this whole thing a failure. In fact, there have been some recent exploitations that have been most troublesome, and while my updates can fix this, we're more concerned with the players themselves. The four of us (well, more like three of us, Underboss Theo's practically a mute, but don't tell him I said that) have thought of maybe dispatching one of our members to the world so he can, you know, keep the players in line. We"'e not sure who, though, so we thought you'd have the answer. I know this is a risky time for you, boss, but you did tell us to inform you of any changes in this project, and I think this qualifies. So, what do you say? Let us know soon! :D

Associate Underboss Keith


After that, gigabytes of code were implanted in the message: their encryption. Even using all of the world's supercomputers combined, it would take a month to crack it, and the chances of one computer even detecting the code...well, in short, it was impossible to be solved.

Keith leaned back in the chair and twiddled his thumbs, expectantly waiting for the Boss to answer. Even in such tight security measures, he could somehow find a way to answer in a matter of minutes. Sure enough, not much time staring at the supercomputer had passed before his mail flashed with a notification. Eagerly, he clicked on the icon.

To: Keith!!&*^@*************************************.arpa

From: Robert%%#*&*@*************************************.arpa

Subject: RE: Mafia Online Solution

Send in Warped.

The smile that was always plastered on Keith's face abruptly crashed without warning. Warped? Was the boss--no, he couldn't be insane, he always had a reason for everything, and Keith knew better than to question his superhuman intelligence.

"Hey, Keith, what's the matter? Why so silent--" James' voice filtered through the door and promptly entered the room along with its speaker. Then it faltered and grew silent as the owner gaped at the screen as well. "...Oh."

"Such an intelligent answer, James," the bearded man mocked as he entered the room as well, only to follow suit with his two colleagues at the text before them.

Theo followed close behind, and nodded at the message. "Very well, I approve."

James choked in surprise. "Excuse me? How are you taking this so calmly?"

"Warped is one of our best experiments in the past. He's been with us for over a decade, and his physical and mental capabilities have been astounding. Mafia Online will be a definite success if he were to take the reins."

The man stroked his beard. "But you know how he is! He's not reliable. Why trust him with such an important project as this?"

"Alright, so maybe he's somewhat unstable--"

"Very unstable," Keith muttered.

"Quiet, Keith. Another point is, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to defy the orders straight from the boss? Are you?"

"You make it sound like it's your orders," Keith complained.

"You forget that I am the second-in-command," countered Theo.

James raised his hands in surrender. "All right, fine. We'll dispatch Warped and see how it goes, but we won't have the supplies for another volunteer and another transmission wave.

"He won't fail," insisted Theo. "Why else would the boss choose him?"

"I suppose you're right. Although if it was coming from you, my suspicions of you being a psychopath would be confirmed." Keith smirked.

Theo scowled. "That's enough. Let's prepare for the transmission, and could someone please bring Warped in?"

The other three stared at each other. "I'm not doing it. I did it for the last operation a few weeks ago," reminded the bearded man. His face grew slightly pale remembering the incident.

Keith promptly fled the room before any of them could speak. James sighed and glared at the door that he escaped through.

"Looks like it's my turn this time."
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James dejectedly strode out of the room and rode down the elevator of the building.

This "Warped" was a person, but he was also an experiment. He was created twelve years ago, when he was a toddler unbeknownst to the life designated ahead of him. After months of surgery, alterations, and implementations, the first successful genetically engineered human was complete--codename: Warped.

He was designed to be the ultimate human, free of all genetic flaws and limits. However, there was a slight miscalculation in the experiment. This specific miscalculation will accumulate in severity as more time passed. Soon Warped went from a seemingly normal and healthy child to what he was now--uncontrollable, unpredictable, and constantly locked in a chamber deep underground.

Of course, they've already tried anesthetic and many other drugs, but as he grew older, the effects continuously weakened until it seemed to have no effect on him at all when he was merely twelve. For the past few years, he was always placed in an airtight chamber filled with serum inducing the artificial components of his body to shut down, and as a result, put him in something of a coma.

Now, James stared at the glass cylinder, with the adolescent completely submerged in fluid and floating ever so gently along with his clothing. Even in paralysis, his expression was disturbingly agitated.

Glancing away from the boy, he gulped in fear when he noticed the previous confinements--some shattered from the inside, and others utterly disheveled into bits. He peered back at the boy in renewed terror, and stared at the control panel before him, particularly the touchpad for filtering the serum out of the chamber. Taking a deep breath, he forced his hand to hover over the panel, and with all of his willpower, made contact with the pad.

FWOOMP.

James watched in horrified fascination as the serum was vacuumed out of the cylinder into the waste deposit below. The green liquid slowly went down from the top to the boy's head level...then the eye level...then the neck.

Remembering his current situation, James hurriedly took cover behind a nearby desk, upturning it to the side and flung himself out of view. Then his head peeped out ever so slightly, staring with wide eyes at the sight before him.

Neck level...shoulder level...

His knuckles tightened its grip on the edge of the table and grew white. Almost there...

Waist level...knee level...

Overwhelmed by apprehension, he ducked back under with his arms clasped over his head. Even then, he knew the rate of the filter by heart: Ankle level...foot level...and...and...and...

Nothing.

A few minutes of silence passed, then James cautiously poked his head into view again. The serum was all gone, and the boy now stood in an empty chamber, eyes still scrunched shut.

He rose from his uncomfortable position and cautiously edge toward the cylinder, prepared to spring back to his hiding place at the slightest motion, but there was none. Without the fluid, the boy's body hung limp, with his arms dangling from his sides and head drooping.

James' fear had now transitioned to worry. Had something gone wrong? Was this a side effect of the serum?
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11/29/2014 5:46:17 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
He was now a yard away from the chamber, now oblivious to the risks. Still no movement. Beardy had sworn that the last time Warped was freed, he had crashed through the frame almost immediately after the serum had been drained completely, almost as if he was waiting for the filtering to end before his awakening.

James was now face to face with the boy except for the glass barrier, and still no response. Now slightly impatient and annoyed, he gave a few cursory taps to the glass.
Knock, knock.

The effect was immediate. The teen suddenly rose to full height, and his eyes shot open. Not a fraction of a second had passed when he sent his fist flying through the glass.
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CRASH.

Shards of crystal exploded everywhere as James cried out, tripped on a fragment, and promptly fell. He was about to scurry backwards when a hand shot out from the debris and seized him by the collar of his shirt. Yelping, James attempted to pry the hand off with both of his hands, but the grip was like a steel vice. He stared in horror at the owner who was currently staring at him with an intense gaze. The grip relentlessly tightened, and tears began to form in beads from the pain.

"W--War--ped--it's--me--J--James" he managed to choke out. Warped regarded him with a terrible gaze, and the pressure around his throat continued to increase.

Then, the pressure suddenly dropped along with James, who collapsed to the ground as Warped released his hold. Retching, he looked up at the tormentor, realizing a blank stare had overcome the teen. A few seconds later, Warped began blinking several times, redirected his sight to his hand, and finally back to James.

"James? What are you doing down there?"

The man wanted to throw some curses at the kid, but only retching came out. Warped inspected his neck to find a deep palm imprint, then looked back at his hand. "Oh no..."

"Is that--all you--can say?" James managed to get out before another fit of coughing. At least he could move on to two syllable phrases.

Shrugging, he stooped down, helping his groggy victim to his feet. "Sorry. Apparently I"ve lost even more control than last time...which reminds me. How long was I out?"

James rubbed his neck painfully, eyeing his younger colleague's hand wearily. "Six weeks since the last mission."

The boy looked away in disdain. "I see. Growing out of use, am I?"

An uncomfortable silence passed. Then Warped walked out of the room down the hallway to the elevators. James stumbled close behind, and they entered the elevator with a ding.

The silence persisted. "Look, Warped, I'm--"

"No, no, it's all right. Not anyone's fault in particular that I'm growing instable." An emphasis was made on "anyone", meaning Warped knew all too well who was, in his opinion, at fault.

Warped smiled again. "Well, no matter. What do you have for me today?"

James exhaled slightly. He didn't want to experience the boy going into a fit of rage once more. "Something new, actually. How'd you like to play a game?"

A chuckle. "A game? My superiors want me to play a game?"

He nervously scratched an itch on his nape. "Well...it's more complicated than that."

Warped snorted. "Obviously. Well, I suppose I'll see when we get there."

The elevator opened with yet another ding, and they both stepped out the shiny doorway, to find Keith already waiting for them.

"Hey, James! What's that mark on your neck...oh." He realized Warped was regarding him silently beside James. "Oh. OH."

James promptly punched Keith in the face. "Never again," he snarled.

"Oww...okay, okay, fine! I'll do it the next time! Now stop punching me! Two wrongs don't make a right, you know--hey, where's Warped?"

The two men peered down the hallway to see the boy already ambling ahead of them. "H--hey! Warped! Wait up!" Keith hurried after him with James grumbling behind. "Does he even know where he's supposed to go?" Keith mumbled.

"Apparently he remembers...see, you can see him going into the laboratory."

"That's good. Theo, Beardy, and I got everything set up while you were horsing around with him."

"Mmh. No comment. But anyway, you're certain it's perfectly constructed? No fluctuations in the transmission wave? The surveillance link is fully stable?"

"It's flawless. The compatibility router's functioning perfectly as well."

"Good. All we need to do now is transmit the wave into his brain and there will be one extra player in Mafia Online."

They stepped into the room to find Theo and Beardy making the last minute preparations, building an intricate contraption. Theo looked up from his work.

"James, I thought you were to escort Warped into this room, not the other way around?"

"Shut it, Theo. Let's just start up the transmission."

There was a bed similar to the ones in dentist rooms in the center of the lab, and Warped tentatively laid down, knowing its function. Almost immediately, manacles snapped shut around his wrists and ankles. Unsurprised, he turned to Theo. "You do realize these will be useless in confining me?"

"They're only for the initial cranial pain during the transmission. Wouldn't want you to go out on a rampage." Theo took a small penlight from Beardy and strode over to Warped. After shining the light in his eyes and examining them for a few minutes, he nodded and Beardy wheeled in the contraption to the side of the bed, turning the top arm portion of the machine directly over the subject's head.

"Judging from the computer, I would have assumed the regular form of transmission would be to broadcast it on a website through the screen..." mused Warped.

"We can't risk any additional members joining the game if they are on Debate.org at the moment. Besides, we don't have the supplies for another mass transmission like that," was Beardy's reply.

Warped shrugged the best he could in his confined state, staring at the mechanism above him. "Fair enough. Let's get it over with then."

Theo nodded, and Beardy pressed on the side of the machine. It shined faint light in his eyes, and he could immediately feel the pain registering inside his head.

"Good luck," Theo offered.

The pain increased, and Warped was dimly aware of the four men monitoring him anxiously. Suddenly, an alarm went off on one of the supercomputers Keith was watching from.

"Circuit overload! Wait...what?" he shouted.

James was confused as well. What overload? As far as he could tell from his monitors, the machine was operating perfectly fine.

It was only a few seconds later it was working too well.

Warped's body was twitching and jumping as the implementation of the wave was completing. "Beardy!" James shouted. "I thought you put the insulation safety on!"

Warped was about as mechanical as he was human inside his body, and easily conductive to electricity. They had installed a safety in the machine to counter that weakness...that lay forgotten on a nearby table.

Theo was actually yelling for the first time since James knew him. "SHUT IT DOWN! SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMISSION!"

"It's too late! It's already complete!" Keith shouted back.

"DAMN IT ALL!" In a fit of madness, he knocked over the machine, but Warped continued to jolt and his spasms didn't cease even slightly. Theo pressed another switch to retract the manacles, and violently shook Warped. "WARPED! GET OUT OF THERE--ARGH!" he stumbled back, gaping at his smoking hands.

Suddenly, the shocks began to die out until it was at a barely discernable hum. The transmission had succeeded.

Smoke wafted from Warped's body, and it was slightly charred. Still, the frantic rising and falling of his chest was more than enough to show he was alive, albeit barely or not, no one knew.
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11/29/2014 5:48:40 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
The others, however, were still frantic. "The surveillance system had short-circuited! Same with the compatibility drive!" cried James.

Keith, however, was tasked with monitoring the condition of the subject. Warped's internal conditions and other information was listed on the screen of his computer.

"Keith? What is it?" James looked over at his screen, and his face grew white. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"What is it, James?!" Theo was absolutely furious. He stomped over to have a look.

It didn't take him more than a few seconds to see the problem, but he spend much more time in disbelief, shock, and terror. "NO!" He ran back to Warped, inspecting his body carefully. "NO, NO, NO!"

Except for the vital structure, the screen confirmed the worst. Over 90% of the more important mechanisms residing in Warped had endured the electricity, but the most delicate of them had not.

"We lost him." Theo fell to his knees.
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For the first time since September 24th, a person had spawned in an abandoned courtyard.

He was lying on the ground, body riddled with pain and numbness.

However, he could only focus on the utter emptiness of his mind--now filled with one sole thought.

Who am I?
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On November 1st, a new player will bring with him a new era of chaos for the players.

With his arrival, the genesis has ended.

With his arrival, the revolution has started.
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END OF ARC ONE

A/N:
This concludes the finale of the first arc! I would once again like to thank all of the readers, even including the lazy bastards that read it but don't comment! Also, tell me in the comments if you want me to start a subscription PM to notify you with each chapter release. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and look around for the opening of the second arc!
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11/29/2014 6:11:01 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/29/2014 5:43:45 PM, RevNge wrote:

James raised his hands in surrender. "All right, fine. We'll dispatch Warped and see how it goes, but we won't have the supplies for another volunteer and another transmission wave.

"He won't fail," insisted Theo. "Why else would the boss choose him?"
WARPED WILL NOT FORCKING HURT MY ENNIE OR I WILL FORKING HURT HIM.
ry. Had something gone wrong? Was this a side effect of the serum?

I have a VERY bad feeling about this...
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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11/29/2014 6:13:33 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/29/2014 5:48:40 PM, RevNge wrote:
On November 1st, a new player will bring with him a new era of chaos for the players.

With his arrival, the genesis has ended.

With his arrival, the revolution has started.
______________________________________________________________________________

END OF ARC ONE

FORK YEAH
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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11/29/2014 6:24:34 PM
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At 11/29/2014 6:11:01 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 11/29/2014 5:43:45 PM, RevNge wrote:

James raised his hands in surrender. "All right, fine. We'll dispatch Warped and see how it goes, but we won't have the supplies for another volunteer and another transmission wave.

"He won't fail," insisted Theo. "Why else would the boss choose him?"
WARPED WILL NOT FORCKING HURT MY ENNIE OR I WILL FORKING HURT HIM.

LOL
ry. Had something gone wrong? Was this a side effect of the serum?

Nope, not the serum. Remember how one of the machines inside him short-circuited? And the "emptiness of his mind"?

*waits for Annie to make the connection*
I have a VERY bad feeling about this...

You should. You definitely should. ;D

I have big plans for him in the later chapters.

In fact, I've been thinking of a possible sequel, but better to focus more on current things...like how I'm going to start the second arc.
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11/29/2014 6:59:32 PM
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At 11/29/2014 5:40:35 PM, RevNge wrote:
A/N: Here we go! The first arc is (finally) at an end! I wasn't lying when I said I knew how the final chapter was going to go, so I could publish this one quickly. :P On the other hand, thank you to all of the readers of Warped and the people who have nagged me endlessly to post the next chapter. Chapter 8 will explain a lot of things, such as...the title of this fanfic! *gasps* Before I begin this chapter, however, I'd like to include some possibly unknown facts of the first arc so far. If you want me to do this at the final chapter of each arc, let me know, and if it bored you to death, also let me know.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Nah, Rev, they're interesting.

You might have noticed irregular margins of the dates in each chapter, and I can confirm that they are not mistakes and the timeskips are intended. People who have read the sixth chapter so far should know, anyway. :3

Skill points (I already said this in Chapter 2, so don't you dare say I copied SAO XD) are divided into four categories: STR, AGI, CHA, and END, each with ten levels. They are earned from your score in each game, and greatly elevates your physical attributes in-game and outside Mafia games.

The 40% of players that have higher scores will survive each game, regardless whether they died or not.

Well then, now that (some) things have been clarified, let's go on to the finale of the first arc! It was by far my favorite chapter in the entire arc, I really enjoyed writing it (and hope you enjoy it even more), and can't wait to start writing the second arc! Thanks once again to all of the Warped supporters!

First Arc Collection:
Prologue: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 1: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 2: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 3: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 4: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 5: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 6: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 7: http://www.debate.org...

Chapter 8: November 1st, 2014

On November 1st, the final game of the first round had ended--an ending of the first shed of blood.

The players cheered as the final ten players spawned into the city, congratulating them on their triumph. The victory was bittersweet, as everyone knew--three thousand players had never returned from the round, and were erased from the real world as well.

There were only two thousand players remaining. Only ten would escape.

*dramatic music*
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In the outside world, a group of four men watched the world on a screen, monitoring the ongoing events before them.

After surveying the scene for a while, one man flipped the switch to OFF, and the display went blank along with the sound of the cheering players. A few seconds of silence passed, and the men looked at each other.

"Well then." One man cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Such an intelligent response, Keith." Another snickered.

Aw. Real people in a DDO fic.

A third lazily reclined in his seat, scratching his small beard. "May I ask if you have one, James?"

The man named James shrugged and sunk back as well. "I suppose you have a fair point, but the question is, what are we going to do now?"

The bearded man turned the TV back on, flipping to anews channel. "The whole world knows by now how five thousand people are in some kind of coma. They're all residing in hospitals and must be put into all kinds of scans and investigations. Good thing our encryption code is state of the art, considering our government itself handed it to us wrapped in a ribbon."

James chuckled. "True, true. Leave it to our boss to smoothly infiltrate the US government, at the hand of the president himself! And even after he revealed the project, he was able to keep the Intelligence division quiet and kept the whole Department of Defense in the dark! Can you believe it?"

That exposition. And no. No, I can't believe it. But i will for the story's sake.

"I still can't, to be honest, nor how we haven't been discovered for fifty years now! It's amazing how one man could fool three million people of the Department, the whole US government, and even the world, with not a single person finding a shred of information on us! It's insane!" Keith wondered out loud.

The final man at last coughed, and the other three immediately went silent. "Sorry, got a little ahead of ourselves there," admitted James sheepishly.

"No matter. How are we going to make sure this operation will be a success? How are we going to make sure the players inside this world will perform the experiment the way we want them to, without any interfering causes?"

He switched the channel back to the Mafia Online streaming. "This world is flawed, with many problems such as poverty, slaughter outside of Mafia, and even in-game problems like the ones we have seen!" Scenes of the players defying the mechanics of the game flashed on the screen. "Multiple players defying being lynched, unfair NKs, exploitation using their materials, and even one player escaping death due to a connection problem!"

Mafia Online. SAO.

"You've got to admit that's the first time someone's been grateful for lag," muttered Keith.

LOL. Lag saved Rev.

The man sighed in annoyance. "Well, you get the point. How are we going to fix these problems, and to make sure that this operation succeeds?"

A few seconds of physical silence and a mental cacophony. At last, the bearded man made a hesitant suggestion.

"Maybe...we could send one of our members in the game?"

Battle Royale ripoff.

James snorted. "Yeah, right! We don't know how intelligent these players are, and there's a high chance that whoever it will be will die inside the game. Who's going to voluntarily give up their life for a silly game?"

Keith looked hurt. "Hey, I created that 'silly game,' you know!"

"Let's just ask the boss," the man sighed.

James looked at him funny. "I doubt he'll have the chance, considering he's so busy and has to be careful all the time."

"Well, we could try sending him an email to him and bind our encryption code to the content..." Keith offered hesitantly.

The bearded man shrugged. "Sure, why not. Worth a try, and if he gets it, he'll have the answer. Besides, we should ask him for permission."

The last man nodded, and rose. "Well then, let's get to it."
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11/29/2014 7:04:06 PM
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Subject: Mafia Online Solution

Hey Boss! Hope you're doing well, but knowing you, I'll cut to the chase.

We've been monitoring Mafia Online for quite a while now, and while the operation has generally been a success, there are some flaws which could accumulate into making this whole thing a failure. In fact, there have been some recent exploitations that have been most troublesome, and while my updates can fix this, we're more concerned with the players themselves. The four of us (well, more like three of us, Underboss Theo's practically a mute, but don't tell him I said that) have thought of maybe dispatching one of our members to the world so he can, you know, keep the players in line. We"'e not sure who, though, so we thought you'd have the answer. I know this is a risky time for you, boss, but you did tell us to inform you of any changes in this project, and I think this qualifies. So, what do you say? Let us know soon! :D

Associate Underboss Keith


After that, gigabytes of code were implanted in the message: their encryption. Even using all of the world's supercomputers combined, it would take a month to crack it, and the chances of one computer even detecting the code...well, in short, it was impossible to be solved.

K then.

Keith leaned back in the chair and twiddled his thumbs, expectantly waiting for the Boss to answer. Even in such tight security measures, he could somehow find a way to answer in a matter of minutes. Sure enough, not much time staring at the supercomputer had passed before his mail flashed with a notification. Eagerly, he clicked on the icon.

Subject: RE: Mafia Online Solution

Send in Warped.

The smile that was always plastered on Keith's face abruptly crashed without warning. Warped? Was the boss--no, he couldn't be insane, he always had a reason for everything, and Keith knew better than to question his superhuman intelligence.

If there's a "but he hasn't been tested in the field...."

"Hey, Keith, what's the matter? Why so silent--" James' voice filtered through the door and promptly entered the room along with its speaker. Then it faltered and grew silent as the owner gaped at the screen as well. "...Oh."

"Such an intelligent answer, James," the bearded man mocked as he entered the room as well, only to follow suit with his two colleagues at the text before them.

Irony.

Theo followed close behind, and nodded at the message. "Very well, I approve."

James choked in surprise. "Excuse me? How are you taking this so calmly?"

"Warped is one of our best experiments in the past. He's been with us for over a decade, and his physical and mental capabilities have been astounding. Mafia Online will be a definite success if he were to take the reins."

The man stroked his beard. "But you know how he is! He's not reliable. Why trust him with such an important project as this?"

Getting dangerously close to "but he hasn't been tested...."

"Alright, so maybe he's somewhat unstable--"

"Very unstable," Keith muttered.

"Quiet, Keith. Another point is, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to defy the orders straight from the boss? Are you?"

"You make it sound like it's your orders," Keith complained.

"You forget that I am the second-in-command," countered Theo.

James raised his hands in surrender. "All right, fine. We'll dispatch Warped and see how it goes, but we won't have the supplies for another volunteer and another transmission wave.

Oh, good. It didn't go that way. +5 Rev points.

"He won't fail," insisted Theo. "Why else would the boss choose him?"

"I suppose you're right. Although if it was coming from you, my suspicions of you being a psychopath would be confirmed." Keith smirked.

Theo scowled. "That's enough. Let's prepare for the transmission, and could someone please bring Warped in?"

The other three stared at each other. "I'm not doing it. I did it for the last operation a few weeks ago," reminded the bearded man. His face grew slightly pale remembering the incident.

Keith promptly fled the room before any of them could speak. James sighed and glared at the door that he escaped through.

"Looks like it's my turn this time."
______________________________________________________________________________

James dejectedly strode out of the room and rode down the elevator of the building.

This "Warped" was a person, but he was also an experiment. He was created twelve years ago, when he was a toddler unbeknownst to the life designated ahead of him. After months of surgery, alterations, and implementations, the first successful genetically engineered human was complete--codename: Warped.

I smell backstory.

He was designed to be the ultimate human, free of all genetic flaws and limits. However, there was a slight miscalculation in the experiment. This specific miscalculation will accumulate in severity as more time passed. Soon Warped went from a seemingly normal and healthy child to what he was now--uncontrollable, unpredictable, and constantly locked in a chamber deep underground.

Of course, they've already tried anesthetic and many other drugs, but as he grew older, the effects continuously weakened until it seemed to have no effect on him at all when he was merely twelve. For the past few years, he was always placed in an airtight chamber filled with serum inducing the artificial components of his body to shut down, and as a result, put him in something of a coma.

Now, James stared at the glass cylinder, with the adolescent completely submerged in fluid and floating ever so gently along with his clothing. Even in paralysis, his expression was disturbingly agitated.

Glancing away from the boy, he gulped in fear when he noticed the previous confinements--some shattered from the inside, and others utterly disheveled into bits. He peered back at the boy in renewed terror, and stared at the control panel before him, particularly the touchpad for filtering the serum out of the chamber. Taking a deep breath, he forced his hand to hover over the panel, and with all of his willpower, made contact with the pad.

FWOOMP.

James watched in horrified fascination as the serum was vacuumed out of the cylinder into the waste deposit below. The green liquid slowly went down from the top to the boy's head level...then the eye level...then the neck.

Remembering his current situation, James hurriedly took cover behind a nearby desk, upturning it to the side and flung himself out of view. Then his head peeped out ever so slightly, staring with wide eyes at the sight before him.

Neck level...shoulder level...

His knuckles tightened its grip on the edge of the table and grew white. Almost there...

Waist level...knee level...

Overwhelmed by apprehension, he ducked back under with his arms clasped over his head. Even then, he knew the rate of the filter by heart: Ankle level...foot level...and...and...and...

Nothing.

Oh. Okay.

A few minutes of silence passed, then James cautiously poked his head into view again. The serum was all gone, and the boy now stood in an empty chamber, eyes still scrunched shut.

He rose from his uncomfortable position and cautiously edge toward the cylinder, prepared to spring back to his hiding place at the slightest motion, but there was none. Without the fluid, the boy's body hung limp, with his arms dangling from his sides and head drooping.

James' fear had now transitioned to worry. Had something gone wrong? Was this a side effect of the serum?

*looks at title*
Nah. He's fine.
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11/29/2014 7:36:51 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/29/2014 6:56:22 PM, YamaVonKarma wrote:
*Taps Desk*
Rev..

LOL, not everything can be about you. This chapter was entirely made up of OCs anyway.
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11/29/2014 7:37:52 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/29/2014 6:59:32 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 11/29/2014 5:40:35 PM, RevNge wrote:
A/N: Here we go! The first arc is (finally) at an end! I wasn't lying when I said I knew how the final chapter was going to go, so I could publish this one quickly. :P On the other hand, thank you to all of the readers of Warped and the people who have nagged me endlessly to post the next chapter. Chapter 8 will explain a lot of things, such as...the title of this fanfic! *gasps* Before I begin this chapter, however, I'd like to include some possibly unknown facts of the first arc so far. If you want me to do this at the final chapter of each arc, let me know, and if it bored you to death, also let me know.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Nah, Rev, they're interesting.

You might have noticed irregular margins of the dates in each chapter, and I can confirm that they are not mistakes and the timeskips are intended. People who have read the sixth chapter so far should know, anyway. :3

Skill points (I already said this in Chapter 2, so don't you dare say I copied SAO XD) are divided into four categories: STR, AGI, CHA, and END, each with ten levels. They are earned from your score in each game, and greatly elevates your physical attributes in-game and outside Mafia games.

The 40% of players that have higher scores will survive each game, regardless whether they died or not.

Well then, now that (some) things have been clarified, let's go on to the finale of the first arc! It was by far my favorite chapter in the entire arc, I really enjoyed writing it (and hope you enjoy it even more), and can't wait to start writing the second arc! Thanks once again to all of the Warped supporters!

First Arc Collection:
Prologue: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 1: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 2: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 3: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 4: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 5: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 6: http://www.debate.org...
Chapter 7: http://www.debate.org...

Chapter 8: November 1st, 2014

On November 1st, the final game of the first round had ended--an ending of the first shed of blood.

The players cheered as the final ten players spawned into the city, congratulating them on their triumph. The victory was bittersweet, as everyone knew--three thousand players had never returned from the round, and were erased from the real world as well.

There were only two thousand players remaining. Only ten would escape.

*dramatic music*
______________________________________________________________________________

In the outside world, a group of four men watched the world on a screen, monitoring the ongoing events before them.

After surveying the scene for a while, one man flipped the switch to OFF, and the display went blank along with the sound of the cheering players. A few seconds of silence passed, and the men looked at each other.

"Well then." One man cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Such an intelligent response, Keith." Another snickered.

Aw. Real people in a DDO fic.

A third lazily reclined in his seat, scratching his small beard. "May I ask if you have one, James?"

The man named James shrugged and sunk back as well. "I suppose you have a fair point, but the question is, what are we going to do now?"

The bearded man turned the TV back on, flipping to anews channel. "The whole world knows by now how five thousand people are in some kind of coma. They're all residing in hospitals and must be put into all kinds of scans and investigations. Good thing our encryption code is state of the art, considering our government itself handed it to us wrapped in a ribbon."

James chuckled. "True, true. Leave it to our boss to smoothly infiltrate the US government, at the hand of the president himself! And even after he revealed the project, he was able to keep the Intelligence division quiet and kept the whole Department of Defense in the dark! Can you believe it?"

That exposition. And no. No, I can't believe it. But i will for the story's sake.

"I still can't, to be honest, nor how we haven't been discovered for fifty years now! It's amazing how one man could fool three million people of the Department, the whole US government, and even the world, with not a single person finding a shred of information on us! It's insane!" Keith wondered out loud.

The final man at last coughed, and the other three immediately went silent. "Sorry, got a little ahead of ourselves there," admitted James sheepishly.

"No matter. How are we going to make sure this operation will be a success? How are we going to make sure the players inside this world will perform the experiment the way we want them to, without any interfering causes?"

He switched the channel back to the Mafia Online streaming. "This world is flawed, with many problems such as poverty, slaughter outside of Mafia, and even in-game problems like the ones we have seen!" Scenes of the players defying the mechanics of the game flashed on the screen. "Multiple players defying being lynched, unfair NKs, exploitation using their materials, and even one player escaping death due to a connection problem!"

Mafia Online. SAO.

"You've got to admit that's the first time someone's been grateful for lag," muttered Keith.

LOL. Lag saved Rev.

The man sighed in annoyance. "Well, you get the point. How are we going to fix these problems, and to make sure that this operation succeeds?"

A few seconds of physical silence and a mental cacophony. At last, the bearded man made a hesitant suggestion.

"Maybe...we could send one of our members in the game?"

Battle Royale ripoff.

James snorted. "Yeah, right! We don't know how intelligent these players are, and there's a high chance that whoever it will be will die inside the game. Who's going to voluntarily give up their life for a silly game?"

Keith looked hurt. "Hey, I created that 'silly game,' you know!"

"Let's just ask the boss," the man sighed.

James looked at him funny. "I doubt he'll have the chance, considering he's so busy and has to be careful all the time."

"Well, we could try sending him an email to him and bind our encryption code to the content..." Keith offered hesitantly.

The bearded man shrugged. "Sure, why not. Worth a try, and if he gets it, he'll have the answer. Besides, we should ask him for permission."

The last man nodded, and rose. "Well then, let's get to it."

You make one more comment about me being unoriginal and you will find yourself in a terrible "accident" in chapter nine. :P
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11/29/2014 11:37:12 PM
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James was now face to face with the boy except for the glass barrier, and still no response. Now slightly impatient and annoyed, he gave a few cursory taps to the glass.
Knock, knock.

Who's there?

The effect was immediate. The teen suddenly rose to full height, and his eyes shot open. Not a fraction of a second had passed when he sent his fist flying through the glass.
_________________________

CRASH.

Shards of crystal exploded everywhere as James cried out, tripped on a fragment, and promptly fell. He was about to scurry backwards when a hand shot out from the debris and seized him by the collar of his shirt. Yelping, James attempted to pry the hand off with both of his hands, but the grip was like a steel vice. He stared in horror at the owner who was currently staring at him with an intense gaze. The grip relentlessly tightened, and tears began to form in beads from the pain.

How does one trip on a fragment of glass? xD
You gonna die, James.

"W--War--ped--it's--me--J--James" he managed to choke out. Warped regarded him with a terrible gaze, and the pressure around his throat continued to increase.

Then, the pressure suddenly dropped along with James, who collapsed to the ground as Warped released his hold. Retching, he looked up at the tormentor, realizing a blank stare had overcome the teen. A few seconds later, Warped began blinking several times, redirected his sight to his hand, and finally back to James.

Oh. Guess not.

"James? What are you doing down there?"

The man wanted to throw some curses at the kid, but only retching came out. Warped inspected his neck to find a deep palm imprint, then looked back at his hand. "Oh no..."

Pronouns.

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James rubbed his neck painfully, eyeing his younger colleague's hand wearily. "Six weeks since the last mission."

The boy looked away in disdain. "I see. Growing out of use, am I?"

And then he turns on them and slaughters them all.

An uncomfortable silence passed. Then Warped walked out of the room down the hallway to the elevators. James stumbled close behind, and they entered the elevator with a ding.

The silence persisted. "Look, Warped, I'm--"

"No, no, it's all right. Not anyone's fault in particular that I'm growing instable." An emphasis was made on "anyone", meaning Warped knew all too well who was, in his opinion, at fault.

And that person gonna die.

Warped smiled again. "Well, no matter. What do you have for me today?"

James exhaled slightly. He didn't want to experience the boy going into a fit of rage once more. "Something new, actually. How'd you like to play a game?"

A chuckle. "A game? My superiors want me to play a game?"

He nervously scratched an itch on his nape. "Well...it's more complicated than that."

Warped snorted. "Obviously. Well, I suppose I'll see when we get there."

The elevator opened with yet another ding, and they both stepped out the shiny doorway, to find Keith already waiting for them.

"Hey, James! What's that mark on your neck...oh." He realized Warped was regarding him silently beside James. "Oh. OH."

James promptly punched Keith in the face. "Never again," he snarled.

So...Keith = 9space?

"Oww...okay, okay, fine! I'll do it the next time! Now stop punching me! Two wrongs don't make a right, you know--hey, where's Warped?"

The two men peered down the hallway to see the boy already ambling ahead of them. "H--hey! Warped! Wait up!" Keith hurried after him with James grumbling behind. "Does he even know where he's supposed to go?" Keith mumbled.

Warped don't have time for their shiz.

"Apparently he remembers...see, you can see him going into the laboratory.

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They stepped into the room to find Theo and Beardy making the last minute preparations, building an intricate contraption. Theo looked up from his work.

"James, I thought you were to escort Warped into this room, not the other way around?"

xD

"Shut it, Theo. Let's just start up the transmission."

There was a bed similar to the ones in dentist rooms in the center of the lab, and Warped tentatively laid down, knowing its function. Almost immediately, manacles snapped shut around his wrists and ankles. Unsurprised, he turned to Theo. "You do realize these will be useless in confining me?"

#badass

"They're only for the initial cranial pain during the transmission. Wouldn't want you to go out on a rampage." Theo took a small penlight from Beardy and strode over to Warped. After shining the light in his eyes and examining them for a few minutes, he nodded and Beardy wheeled in the contraption to the side of the bed, turning the top arm portion of the machine directly over the subject's head.

"Judging from the computer, I would have assumed the regular form of transmission would be to broadcast it on a website through the screen..." mused Warped.

"We can't risk any additional members joining the game if they are on Debate.org at the moment. Besides, we don't have the supplies for another mass transmission like that," was Beardy's reply.

Warped shrugged the best he could in his confined state, staring at the mechanism above him. "Fair enough. Let's get it over with then."

Theo nodded, and Beardy pressed on the side of the machine. It shined faint light in his eyes, and he could immediately feel the pain registering inside his head.

"Good luck," Theo offered.

The pain increased, and Warped was dimly aware of the four men monitoring him anxiously. Suddenly, an alarm went off on one of the supercomputers Keith was watching from.

You dun messed up.

"Circuit overload! Wait...what?" he shouted.

James was confused as well. What overload? As far as he could tell from his monitors, the machine was operating perfectly fine.

It was only a few seconds later it was working too well.

...
...
...
What.


Warped's body was twitching and jumping as the implementation of the wave was completing. "Beardy!" James shouted. "I thought you put the insulation safety on!"

Warped was about as mechanical as he was human inside his body, and easily conductive to electricity. They had installed a safety in the machine to counter that weakness...that lay forgotten on a nearby table.

Hmm.
Conductive to electricity.
*makes a note for the VTL process of electrocution*

Theo was actually yelling for the first time since James knew him. "SHUT IT DOWN! SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMISSION!"

"It's too late! It's already complete!" Keith shouted back.

"DAMN IT ALL!" In a fit of madness, he knocked over the machine, but Warped continued to jolt and his spasms didn't cease even slightly. Theo pressed another switch to retract the manacles, and violently shook Warped. "WARPED! GET OUT OF THERE--ARGH!" he stumbled back, gaping at his smoking hands.

Suddenly, the shocks began to die out until it was at a barely discernable hum. The transmission had succeeded.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!!!

Smoke wafted from Warped's body, and it was slightly charred. Still, the frantic rising and falling of his chest was more than enough to show he was alive, a
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11/30/2014 5:36:44 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/29/2014 7:37:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
You make one more comment about me being unoriginal and you will find yourself in a terrible "accident" in chapter nine. :P
Don't you dare!
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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11/30/2014 9:25:51 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/30/2014 5:36:44 AM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 11/29/2014 7:37:52 PM, RevNge wrote:
You make one more comment about me being unoriginal and you will find yourself in a terrible "accident" in chapter nine. :P
Don't you dare!

Well, he won't die...

...yet. :3
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11/30/2014 3:08:44 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 11/30/2014 9:26:59 AM, Cermank wrote:
noice

Thank you. :3

*suffers depression from severe writer's block for Chapter 9*

Meh. I'll think of something.
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12/7/2014 10:32:55 PM
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Hmmmmm.....
"I am a mystery and to unlock the mystery at my core, one must simply embrace slendermans hug with no fear."- me

"I hearby declare myself a phantom in the darkness."-me
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12/8/2014 5:33:29 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/8/2014 5:22:02 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/7/2014 10:32:55 PM, Linkish1O2 wrote:
Hmmmmm.....

I quit.

*jumps off a cliff*

WUT
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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12/8/2014 5:34:48 PM
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Did I sign up to be a character in this eventually? Or were there no signups?
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12/8/2014 6:31:12 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/8/2014 5:22:02 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/7/2014 10:32:55 PM, Linkish1O2 wrote:
Hmmmmm.....

I quit.

*jumps off a cliff*

*game lags, which results in Rev's life being spared*
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12/8/2014 6:33:01 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 12/8/2014 6:31:12 PM, EndarkenedRationalist wrote:
At 12/8/2014 5:22:02 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 12/7/2014 10:32:55 PM, Linkish1O2 wrote:
Hmmmmm.....

I quit.

*jumps off a cliff*

*game lags, which results in Rev's life being spared*

Well played.