private The Abandoned

[Croaks 251]

Oh well, the Creator thought, Guess he'll just die once it comes to the teamwork test.

The Creator went off to do his business. He ate a food ration, and took a look at the computer's software. He noticed a small glitch.

[Aureity 3,055]

Ampyrion patted his uniform, tseting the material.

"It's actually not a good idea to take it off..." he sighed to Revolver. "This seems to be synthetic fiber. Kevlar to you military-minded folk."

[Coconeru 355]

"Revolver was it?... I think you need to calm down," coconeru stated in a slightly passive voice trying not to enrage the pony any further then he was.

 

Coconeru Inspected his own clothes and thought, "Ugh I'd never be caught performing in this drab."

 

He then proceeded to pull out a red bowtie seemingly out of nowhere and tied it around his neck"

 

"Now that feels much better." he stated as if nothing odd had occurred.

[Shankveld 4,949]

"We've been brought here to entertain this sick freak it seems," Lovely replied, "that's the game and apparently these tubes will either lead us to him or the next floor, we're trying to figure out which would be the best course of act-"

Lovely was interrupted by another broadcast.

 

Lovely raised her eyebrow in interest, "A sophisticated test?" Lovely chuckled sarcastically. Lovely shook her head, I'm not even going to dignify THAT absurdity with a proper response.

 

Lovely froze as Revolver darted at her wielding a knife, he was so fast she didn't even have the opportunity to flinch. "Oh, thank you," Lovely choked up nervously, thankful Revolver didn't slip. "Mine's just a jumpsuit though," Lovely said towards Ampyrion, "it seems we all have different outfits, probably something to do with the Creators 'plan'". Lovely gave a worried glance towards Revolver, "I don't know, I guess mine doesn't provide much armour anyway."

 

Lovely gave Coconeru a worried glance, "oh bother, I think everypony is a little rattled by the situation. I know I am."

Edited April 8, 2012 by Shankveld

[MrMinimii 0]

"You all don't listen well, do you?" Night asked bluntly, turning directly to Revolver. "Why would you go and remove something on whim, even though it is directly opposed to the master's orders. I say 'master' not of admiration, but of simple fact. He just dropped the entire f***ing floor under us and sent out to of those lizard creatures."

He paused for a second as the pain in his shoulder intensified. I really do need medical attention, he though to himself.

He shook it off, "With I'm assuming is the simple press of a button. We're on his gameboard and he holds all the dice, and if we don't play along like the little sheep he doesn't want us to be, he will mess with us further until we actually do break."

He cast a glaring stare around the room in hopes that the master caught it and felt the burn of his eyes.

[biloh 33]

"Are you out of your mind? I am a Sargent, I take orders from no one if they are not my superiors. I'm not going to let a freak control me, if he wants to kill me, let him kill me. I'm not dying like a coward, I still have my honour. He is not going to hear me speak and have me in his desired clothing, like I am his bucking doll". Revolver responded furiously at the two ponies making statement against his 'views'.

 

"I'm going to kill this bastard with my bare hooves, so lets go in that tube and kill every single creature he has." Revolver took some initiative as he looked the discouraged ponies.

 

Revolver walked towards the left tube. "So what are you ponies waiting for, don't you want to live?" he stated.

[Shankveld 4,949]

Lovely blushed. Although the Sargent seemed a little nutty, especially to the other players, there was something admirable about him. Lovely felt a little intimidated, but his words were definitely inspiring her, she didn't want to be controlled or played with either. Lovely giggled and smiley cutely at Revolver, batting her eyes a bit.

"Well I think it's unanimous then," Lovely announced to the other ponies, "we're all taking the left tube!" Lovely looked up towards the ceiling, the area she thought the Creator was watching her from, "we're all taking the left tube," she repeated.

Lovely followed Revolver up the left tube.

[Croaks 251]

"Very well," The Creator said, watching as the ponies went inside the tube.

It lifted them up one floor. Right outside of where their rooms used to be.

Here is where they'll encounter doors that ask questions.

[I used to be a stranger 7,993]

I can't imagine why he'd want to test this mixed bunch. I don't really know what any of us must prove- beyond some kind of demented interest in one's ability to adapt and survive, but then again shouldn't the burden of proof be upon the fact that we've built cities? Lovely is right, this Creator is mad. I know I don't have anything needing be proven. I am a public servant both by oath and by volunteer- wait- none of that Percy, there's no sense in telling yourself that you're humble. Saying you're humble is the sapling of pride.

 

"Is it now?" said a voice directly across the hallway from the exit of the tube. While the other ponies started venturing out, Peacable approached the door in front of him, strangely seeming to be the source of the sound. Peacable didn't notice the others, preoccupied with the fact that the voice seemed to carry only through his mind, and inaudibly (since it would be stranger than a telepathic door, for a well-mannered unicorn to begin talking to himself).

 

The door spoke?

 

"Is that what you think?"

Well I should think so. How odd- a communicating door.

 

"Have you answered the first question?"

What was the first question?

 

"Is it prideful to call yourself humble?"

Well it depends on the notion of pride, for there is just pride in accomplishment, and hubris-filled pride of boasting.

 

"And yet?"

A justly proud pony would not call themselves humble- it is an attribute that is ascribed to him by others. But a blind egomaniac will declare himself even partially humble at the drop of a hat, which is complete evidence to the contrary.

 

"Interesting... How'd you think of that?"

Experience. One can far more easily Talk the Talk when they've already Walked the Walk- ironically, a proud statement to be sure, ha ha.

 

"Well said; truly you're a pony of sound reason, am I right?"

You're only too flattering, door. And I've noticed, that you only seem to speak in questions.

 

"I could answer a question you asked -why the Creator is doing this- would you like to know?"

I don't see the harm in seeing his justification, I suppose.

 

"Splendid! Turn the handle, would you please?"

His exchange went at a pace equal to how fast he could think, which proceeded nigh-instantaneously. Peaceable reached up and opened the door, walking through and into a dark room.

 

(GM please supplement what sort of marvelous entrapment I've found myself in, after I've so delightedly detailed how the door uses flattery and cleverness to ensnare prey.)

Edited April 10, 2012 by Blue

[Croaks 251]

The door spoke again to Peaceable, saying, "Ah, I see that you walked through me--goodie; but, do you even know why, yourself?

Anyways, because of your smarts, you've actually earned your way past--sadly, though, I won't give you the answer to why the creator's doing this, but hey, at least you're not dead, right? Oh well, guess your friends will be walking here, now, mkay?"

The other ponies noticed how Peaceable walked through the door. They walked in as well.

"Mind you, I recommend that you trust that Peaceable figure--he helped you, but would you help him?"

Suddenly another voice spoke aloud-- another door, of course. It said with a playful voice, "Oh, hello, mind my brother, will you? He never wants to put people in traps--but I, on the other hand, am different, don't you know?

Now, time for the question; a simple one, I'd say in my opinion, but what's yours?"

The door waited for a response, but then said, "Oh look, the floor's disentegrating again, don't you think you should give me your opinion, now?

The tiles, again, started disentegrating around the group.

(Sorry if I ruined the door's personality, but I sort of wanted it to act as if it were insane).

Edited April 11, 2012 by Croaks

[Shankveld 4,949]

Lovely followed Peaceable into the dark, she was confused and frightened by the talking doors. Are these doors actually speaking to me? Don't be absurd, doors are not sentient, nor do they even have mouths or vocal cords to properly form rooms. On that thought they don't even have brains to form thoughts.

Lovely remembered seeing the door replying to no word form the ponies. It appears that the door was reading Peaceable's mind- oh no, that's crazy talk. This is obviously the Creator, using a mic of course and some sort of advanced technology, or maybe I'm still suffering from drug side-effects.

Lovely looked up at Peaceable, "What just happened?"

[I used to be a stranger 7,993]

"What just happened?" said Lovely.

 

"I do not know and I have no words of solace." replied Peaceable. "Perhaps those doors were enchanted or somesuch, but it does not-"

 

"Oh, hello, mind my brother, will you? He never wants to put people in traps--but I, on the other hand, am different, don't you know? Now, time for the question; a simple one, I'd say in my opinion, but what's yours?"

Oddsblood! What a riddle...

 

"Oh look, the floor's disentegrating again, don't you think you should give me your opinion, now?"

 

With a rather sickly schricking noise, the tiles of the floor in the dimly lit room began retracting in an odd overlapping pattern, letting a vaguely orangish light seep through from below. Oh not this again.

 

Peaceable's mind raced, and his eyes darted hither and thither in pursuit of a reasonable answer.

 

...Yes you are different; and it is quite simple indeed to ask for an opinion of it.

Edited April 11, 2012 by Blue

[Aureity 3,055]

Ampyrion stared at the door suspiciously a moment before reluctantly following the rest of the group into the room. "Talking doors, eh? Well, that's obviously theoretically impossible that they would devleop sentience of any sort. Artificial intelligence, perhaps. Gone wack, by the looks of it."

 

He blinked, startled, as the door began to speak again, in a louder, more high-pitched voice.

 

"Oh, hello, mind my brother, will you? He never wants to put people in traps--but I, on the other hand, am different, don't you know?

Now, time for the question; a simple one, I'd say in my opinion, but what's yours?"

 

"Eh?" He frowned, completely stumped. "What is he asking for? Opinion? For what?" For once, he was completely stumped as his mind raced through the numerous scientific, technological, and mathmatical concepts he had learned, without finding a single relevant piece of information.

 

The tiles began disintegrating around the group. "Oh, dear." His brain immediately began calculating the force such a fall would cause.

[MrMinimii 0]

Night followed the rest of the group silently.

"Oh, hello, mind my brother, will you? He never wants to put people in traps--but I, on the other hand, am different, don't you know?

Now, time for the question; a simple one, I'd say in my opinion, but what's yours?"

Night sighed.

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As if on cue the floor disappeared and the group once more fell to the floor. Night grabbed the tan pony that had helped with his good arm and brought them both to the floor relatively safely, or at least without any majorly noticeable wounds."Brilliant," Night clapped his hooves together sarcastically as he announced his annoyance to the leader of this project, "Do you forget most of us can fly, or are you that desperate that you try to kill us through constant drops in the wall?"

(I'm not insulting the GM, Night is just a sarcastic pony and is trying to get a rise from the operator of the dungeon."

[Croaks 251]

(Actually, man, it didn't completely desolve yet).

The door replies to Peaceable's answer saying, "Nope, hah! Like I said it's simple, what's your opinion on the question? It's not even a question, really. That's how stupid it is. I'm just asking your opinion, geez."

He noticed the ponies giving him a strange look.

"What?" he asked them,"I don't always speak in questions."

[Shankveld 4,949]

Lovely raised her brow quizzically. "What's your opinion on the question?" Lovely replied to the door as the floor began to disappear under her. "Opinions are so personal, they are different for everypony. Don't you know that? Opinions form from everything."

[biloh 33]

"My opinion is that you're a bucking door and should shut the buck up!" Revolver yelled and ran towards the door, it turned around and kicked it with his hind legs.

[Croaks 251]

"Actually, your answers are still wrong. Just give me an opinion, like I said, it's sim-"

He was interrupted by the sergeant kicking him.

The door, responding to the kick, said, "Hey, I just want your opinion. I'm new at this!"

The door actually started making weeping noises as the floor stopped decimating.

 

(Now you have to make the door stop crying).

Edited April 11, 2012 by Croaks

[I used to be a stranger 7,993]

(The GM should learn how to spell disintegrate, and it's difference from decimate.)

"Boo hoo hoo!" the door wailed melodramatically.

 

"Come now Sergeant, must you be so antagonistic? You've upset the trap door."

[Croaks 251]

(Oh, but I indeed meant to spell decimate instead of disentegrate. For decimate means something as removing a large portion of :3).

 

The door moved onto sobbing instead of weeping.

"WAAAAAAAAH!" it continued.

[Aureity 3,055]

Ampyrion muttered to the other ponies under his breath, "I could try to shoot the lock off, if you all wanted..." hoping the door wouldn't hear him.

[Croaks 251]

Sadly the door heard him.

 

"WBBBBBBBBBBPPPGGGHHHAHH!"

The door is still sobbing.

[Shankveld 4,949]

"Please do," Lovely replied to Ampyrion.

[I used to be a stranger 7,993]

"Door, could you please stop crying?" Peaceable asked, much more with a rhetorical order than plea.

[Croaks 251]

The door heard Lovely speak, then cried a bit louder.

But then heard Peaceable. The door slowly stopped from a sob down to a wimper and said, "Okay. You can go past now. Just don't shoot me."

The door fearfully opened.

Edited April 12, 2012 by Pilot