<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> - - - - - - First Game - - - - - - </div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Laura had just exited the back alley, from the dojo she had been training for years now. It was raining lightly, and she put up her hoodie, covering her phone, so she could check for messages. It was impolite to keep phone ringing during hard spar anyway. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As you walk along the back alley, you can hear a crack of thunder in the distance. A few moments later another ring of thunder sounds but much louder as you see a flash of white for only an instant. Everything is quiet, even the rain has stopped. Looking away from your phone you aren't in the back alley anymore. Theres a ceiling above you, you're in a room. A dark round stone room, in the center sits a slim pedastal with a faintly glowing green orb.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After the initial shock and amazement, followed by good few minutes of stun, I start to look around, carefully. Nothing like this can happen... not real... was I hit by lightning ?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The room is too dark to make out anything along the walls. A doorframe along the far wall with light peeking through the edges provides the rooms only light as the little light given off by the green orb goes out. A moment after the green orb goes dark, noise erupts from a different part of the dark room, like metal pieces falling from a shelf. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the light is too dim, I try to grab the orb, if its movable, like an torch or something.. and try to find what caused the metallic noice.<br/><br/>The darkness scares me abit, but hopefully the orb can be activated.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You pick up the orb, but now no longer gives off any light. The orb is slightly heavy, roughly the size of a baseball and is slightly warm. In the darkness you still can't see anything that would have made the noise as a small red light appears in the distance and another clamber rings out as more metal seems to fall to the floor in the darkness. Still unable to see that might be causing the noise, but a single red light.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I try to move carefully toward the red light, as its the only visible source here. I try not to stumble on the pedestral, while I go.. (still keeping the orb)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As you begin to move towards the red light, you can hear footsteps. Not your footsteps but someone else's. The red light seems to be slowly moving towards you. A light sound of metal moving with a tap as if walking. The darkness of the room still preventing you from seeing what it was, whatever it was though was walking towards you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Scared now, I pull the bag from my shoulder, put the orb into it and prepare to use ithe bag as weapon, if someone is threathening me, as I move toward the red light.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The red light moves closer finally now being no more then maybe a foot or two away. The darkness of the room still preventing any attempt to see exactly what it was. The red light serving as an incredibly poor light source makes it possible to discern what seems to be a strange robot like head. The red light where an eye would be. The head begins looking up and down, examining your body. You see a metal looking hand as it moves up near the red light eye, it's fingerings twitching as if slowly moving to grab or touch you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I keep away from the terminator-thingy, if its slow enough, if not, I try to push it away with the bag . "Where am I?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The strange thing doesn't talk, but simply continues to move towards you at a slightly faster pace but nothing more then a humanly walk. You move closer to the illuminated doorframe.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I found myself walking faster, almost jogging now, away from the terminator thingy, toward the illuminated door. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It continues to walk towards you as you move to the door. It being roughly ten feet from you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I try to pull the door open. The thing is really scaring me... whole place is surreal, but...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fumbling at the door for a moment you find the handle and pull it open. Allowing light into the dark room, you now see the strange thing completely. A thin bronze colored metal human like thing. It seemed to be a robot but still moved towards you. The next room was well lit and seemed to be a workshop. A large round stone dome with several tables along the walls with an unimaginable arrangement of items. On the far side was a platform to another area of the room where a man sat now looking down at you from his seat. In the center of the dome on the floor was a lot of strange circles and designs carved into the floor. The man begins calling out to you in a strange language that you can't understand.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I enter the room,and slam the door shut before the copper terminator thingy. Leaning my back at the door, to keep it close, i shout to the men "WHERE AM I?? who are you... " on the bring of tears.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man walks closer stopping at a reasonable distance. He was a rougher looking man black hair and short beard, a few scars on his face. The man says a few unrecognizable words. Wearing thick robes the man calmly motions for you over to a stone table along the wall. Mimicking a mouth with his hand and shaking his head, he wants you to come over to the table.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">hoding tightly at the bag, I move closer to the man, atleast his someone that speaks.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The table was nearly covered with little knick knacks and trinkets of all sizes and kinds. PIcking up a black band with a clear gem in the center he hands it to you. The band was made of black chords or string woven together. With his hands he motions around his neck.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">watching the collar and point toward my throat, as to see if thats what he wants. If it was, I check the collar again, if its prescious that gem on it, before putting it on.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man nods to you. Once on the man speaks again this time however he was understandable. "Can you understand me now?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">eyes widen... as I nod.. "yes yes i can.."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Perfect. I assume you have a lot of questions." The man walking a bit down the table with a smile.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"how is this... " then I remember my initial questions "WHERE AM I? " panic starts to dig in again</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are in a tower just outside of Vidofner, and before you ask where that is, it's in a different world then your own. The how is by magic. Same as that collar allowing us to understand each other.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"its not possible... hell no..what have you done to me ?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I haven't done anything to you yet. If you'd like me to prove it to you I can quite easily."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fuck you..Who the hell is behind this?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">While you yell at the man he disappears as you blink. "Watch your mouth." The voice coming from behind you. "You will behave while you're here. That lovely orb you brought up from the other room is what summoned you here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blinking.. nd turning toward the man ´Im fucking drugged..soemhow´ "the orb? It brought me here?" raising the bag at my hands "So if I break it, I get home?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I said to behave, last chance. Breaking it won't solve anything, certainly won't send you back. Doubt you could even break it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"your sure? im good breaking stuff... like your face.. " panic turning into anger right about now.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm pretty sure. Try if you feel the need."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Throwing my bag at the floor, as hard as I can.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The bag lands on the stone floor hard, the orb inside making a loud clunk. Upon inspection the orb isn't even scratched. "Feel better now? Oh and don't threaten me. If this whole experience is difficult for you I'll make it much worse then intended."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Throwing the orb twise more against the floor, i pick it up and excamine it, before putting it in the bag, somewhat defeated, and listen.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Got that out of your system now? Willing to behave?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">nodding slightly. "Why am I here?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why? To experiment, you will be my subject in experiments."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">´experiment?, Fuck no...´ "Experiment? hell no... "</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man laughs "You don't have a choice in the matter. You've already tested out one thing for me, that little collar around your neck."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Miroque</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">unconsiously my left hand went toward the collar, and tried to take it off "What about it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div></div>