Recursion of Fate[TEXT] (HIATUSl)

[Naristar]

Beast Spar with old man

[trulyElse]

>Beast: Follow Lindsay.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Beast: Follow Lindsay.

You get the feeling that your older master's worries might be about his pup, so you decide to go get her. Unfortunately, the strange moving wall is currently barring your path.

You whine and scratch at it. Your master comes to see what you want.

You want to go with her?

He looks at the moving wall, and then at you. Slowly, he performs the arcane ritual required to make the door move. (You're a dog. You don't get these things.)

Before you have a chance to bound out the door, your master grabs you by the collar. Turning you to face him, he places one of his front paws (once again, dog) on each side of your head, then touches his forehead to yours.

You suddenly feel... strange. A dizziness invades your skull, a chill invades your heart. Despite the fact that you still do not understand his sounds, their meaning seem inexplicably clear.

You will keep her safe.
I cannot do anything else for her.
But you can.
Your doom and hers are bound.
Know this Beast.
Never forget.
If you allow harm to come to her...
If you let her die...
You had best hope your own end is swift.

With that, her releases you. You shake your head, clearing it of the strangeness. Forgetting the incident almost instantly, you bound out the door to find your master's pup.

[mysticCharlatan]

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As the dog bounds out of the door, our view once again leaves the singular. We are once again no one.

I suppose we would like to remedy this condition. Let's be someone, shall we?

[trulyElse]

>Be Chester

[simon.clarkstone]

> Be SS again.
> Actually, what is AI doing that will stop her attending?

[mysticCharlatan]

>What's AI doing?

Well, I guess while we're in the third person omniscient, we might as well check on AI.

We focus on a familiar appartment, still unlit save for the few rays of sun through barely parted curtains.

Inside we find...

Huh. Not much. A sparsely decorated place, barely any furnature and no other decorations to speak of. Not so much as a single sign of life.

In fact...

There's no one here at all.

Wow, this is actually kinda embarressing...

Okay, one moment...

Uh...

Geez, you think that an omniscient perspective might be a little more... omniscient.

Uuummm...

I'll keep looking for her, why don't you be someone else?

>Be Chester

You are now Chester. You are standing at the base of the stairs, facing your slightly deranged father. It seems that he is not going to let you past without accosting you. It looks like you're headed towards..

>Chester: [S](Familial) Strife!

Yep, looks like a clash of wills (or rather, your will and intellect against your father's obsessive personality) is on the way. This should be almost expected by now.

You steel yourself for frustration ahead.

[simon.clarkstone]

> Wield the uneven mass distribution projectile.
> Chester: compliment father on his latest creation.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Chester: Compliment father on his latest creation.

You engage in the ancient BACK-HANDED COMPLIMENT technique. You comment that you are sure that this... whatever it is (you're not really sure, but it seems to have... seven(?) legs and is at least as tall as you are in some places) is sure to be able to stand for more than five minutes this time.

You then illustrate your point by tapping the wooden thing with your weapon, which surprisingly does not cause the entire structure to fall, though it noticably sags to the left.

Your father counters with an impressive LIFE IS LIKE speech. He draws the parallels between life and woodwork, about how one needs foundation, it's not what you start with, its what you put into it, yadda yadda. You heard this a hundred times before, in several different itterations, and thus are able to ABJURE his assault with little difficulty.

[Naristar]

Suicide threat

[trulyElse]

>Chester: Abscond

[mysticCharlatan]

>Chester: Suicide threat.

Well, its an unusual move, but it just might work.

You have to take this one step at a time. Can't do anything too drastic, like, say, shoving metal sewing needles into convinently inactive electrical outlets. No, you'll need to be a bit more subtle.

You begin with a FAR-OFF LOOK, gazing off into the distance despite the fact that there really is no distance to speak of indoors. You then give off a DEPRESSED SIGH, careful not to let it morph into an AGGRIVATED SIGH. You then finish it off with a few WHISTFUL WORDS about how difficult your life is, and about how you feel as though nothing is worth it, and other similar notions (you make sure that there are HEAVY IMPLICATIONS that he is the root of all these problems), making sure to slip a few phrases that could be interpretted a suicidal.

Congratulations, you have completed the highly complicated SUBTLE SUICIDE THREAT COMBO. Almost anyone would have picked up on these warning signs.

Unfortunately, your father is either TOO INNATTENTIVE or TOO INNOCENT for him to notice, and mistakes your threat for simple whining.

This causes him to launch into a WHEN I WAS YOUNG speech. He speaks of how you don't know what you're talking about, about how rough he had it, about how he had to walk to school, in the snow, uphill, BOTH WAYS!

You have less experience with this one, and are quickly overwhelmed. Perhaps it would be best to fall back for now?

>Chester: Abscond.

Yes, that sounds like a capital idea. You decide its better indeed to live to fight another day.

You'll need a distraction to keep your father from pursuing you. You decide to make use of your knowledge of the laws of physics and your father's love of physical activity.

You toss your uneven mass distribution projectile into the room behind your father. Thinking you wish to initiate some sort of game, he follows it with his eyes, taking his focus almost entirely off you. You take advantage of the distraction, darting towards the stairs leading to the basement. Your projectile ricochets off of the wall, and then your father's creation. It wobbles precariously for a moment before beginning to fall. You weapon makes a long arc, returning to your hand to end what was a perfectly calculated throw, and certainly not an exceptionally lucky happenstance that you are taking full credit of.

With your father successfully diverted, you make your way to the safety of the BASEMENT.

[trulyElse]

>Examine Basement.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Chester: Examine Basement.

You are currently in the BASEMENT LANDING. It is fairly non-descript down here, with only a few shelves and two doors. The shelves are filled with various FOODSTUFFS, such as crackers, cookies, and other things that could theoretically last a while (or at least not be too bad stale). One of the doors leads to the GAME'S ROOM, while the other leads to YOUR LAB.

[Naristar]

Yay Lab time!

[mysticCharlatan]

>Chester: Lab Time!

You step through the second door. You are now in your LAB, a place of thought and solitude. You know that you will be safe in here. It was one of the few things you and your father ever agreed on without any difficulty: you got your lab, he got his room.

You observe the various bits of equipment about the room. You can't help but feel proud, as most of your expendable income has gone into this room. Compared to your tools down here, the equipment you keep in your room are like toys (note, they are not toys. Its a figure of speech).

The room is divided into three sections, based on the purpose to which each walls has been given. The far wall hosts the PHYSICS SECTION, probably the most used area in this room. Various lasers, magnets, springs, and machines clutter the table. To your left, the CHEMISTRY SECTION stands, often filled with various noxious fumes. You are glad you had the forethought to place that section on the only wall with any windows down here to ensure proper ventilation. The right wall is dominated by a LARGE COOLER, filled with a few BIOLOGICAL SAMPLES. This area is less used, if only for the fact that even the most determined young man will have trouble procuring anything interesting to work with in that field (like, say, a sample of the latest strain of BACILLUS ANTHRACIS. You still remeber the trouble that got you in). You sigh, thinking of all the good you could do if you weren't confined to bacteria you collect from spoiled food and what few frogs and mice you can catch.

You glance at the CLOCK that also hangs from the far wall. 7:04. Wow, time flies when you are having an intellectual/emtional duel with your sire. It strikes you that you have now been awake for a little over two hours, and still not gotten to your chores. No, not the stupid ones your dad gives you. The important, self imposed ones: ensuring the safety, cleanliness, and continued operation of your lab.

[simon.clarkstone]

> Clean fridge.

[Fayth]

> Ensure the safety, cleanliness, and continued operation of your lab.

Also, +1 reader!

[mysticCharlatan]

>Ensure the safety, cleanliness, and continued operation of your lab.

You do that.

What, was that not enough description?

Fine.

>Clean fridge.

Its not a fridge. Its a cooler. Your cooler is where you keep various dead animals and possibly dangerous microscopic organisms that would wreak untold havoc if left unattended.

So... yeah, kinda like your fridge. You can see why someone would make the mistake. Except the fridge is in the kitchen.

You get to examining the various items in the cooler (ensuring that you are wearing the proper protective equipment, like DISPOSABLE GLOVES and SAFETY GOGGLES). Alas, it is much emptier than you would like, but there's really not much you can do with that. You examine various samples, seeing if any are past there prime. All things said, you have to discard a MOUSE, two FROGS, and three BATCHES OF BACTERIA.

So, was that enough detail?

Inventory:

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Holding: Uneven Mass Distribution Projectile (Weaponized)
Apparel: Unremarkable Outfit, Oversized Labcoat, Safety Goggles, Disposable Gloves

[simon.clarkstone]

> Watch SatAM cartoons in the name of anthropology.
> Perform chemistry experiment: effects of heating waffle batter for several minutes. Repeat several times for confirmation.
> Perform biology experiment: effects on human of consuming results of aforementioned chemistry experiment.
> Try and think of a physics experiment.
> Create/acquire snacks for people that are coming over.
> Get game ready: read rules, examine pieces, and find enough room for all the arrays of bits people will need.
> Get game ready: install on computer(s).
> Is your dad's monstrosity usable as a chair?
> Check computer for message from... say... the chess guy.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Perform chemistry experiment: the effects of heating waffle batter for several minutes.

Your begin by procuring a collection of flours and other such materials pre-mixed for this purpose, and pouring it into a specially shaped mould. You ensure that the mould is plugged in, and begin heating. You repeat this process several times, as any good scientist should, until you have four seperate, but identical, set of results.

During this process, you happen to notice that your materials are from the Betty Crocker brand. You fail to be alarmed by this.

>Perform biology experiment:effects on human of consuming results of aforementioned chemistry experiment.

You take the results of your chemistry experiment and begin to consume them. To gain more data, you combine some of the results with various plant and fuit based extracts, putting yourself at great risk due to the unknown nature of the ingredients.

Ah, the sacrifices you make for science.

>Chester: Aquire snacks.

Thankfully, you do not have to make guinea pigs of your friends when they arrive. You exit your lab, making sure to dispose of your potentially contaminated gloves, and return to the basement landing. Looking into the shelves to retrieve FOODSTUFFS. You collect a box of cookies, a bag of chips, and a few cans of fruit (because health is important). You take these into the GAME ROOM, depositing them uncerimoniously on the low legged TABLE.

You are now in the GAME ROOM. Various pieces of furniture dot the area, including a two person LOVESEAT, an OTTOMAN, and an UNCOMFORTABLE FOLDING CHAIR. On the far end of the room, your MEDIOCRE TELEVSION sits, connected to a generally unused GAMESPHERE. You consider the device mostly useless, as you are mainly a COMPUTER GAMER, and there are very few games for the system in any case. And besides, the damn things a sphere, probably the most idiotic shape for something that should be designed to stay in one place. Currently, two fairly OLD TEXTBOOKS are keeping it from rolling away.You wonder momentarily if your father had some hand in its design. Really, if Lindsay hadn't talked you into it, you probably wouldn't own one in the first place.

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Wow simon, that's... quite a list. I'll try a few more of those in a bit, don't worry.

[trulyElse]

>Chester: Play a game.

(there are two consoles referred to as a gamesphere. judging by the fact it is actually spherical, I'm thinking this is the fictional one from Drake and Josh, not the actual console from Okama. That said, I am expecting some kind of shout-out to one or the other in the pesterlogs up ahead now.)

[mysticCharlatan]

>Chester: Play a game.

Really? On the Gamesphere?

You peruse the few titles you do have for this system, while idly picking up on of the Gamesphere's WIRELESS CONTROLLERS. At least that modern advancement can be said for the machine.

Quandry Investigator? Nah, that's a subpar mystery game you finished years ago. The Sums? Nuh-uh, that was a dud purchase and you know it. My Little HoofbeWHY DO YOU EVEN OWN THIS?!?!

See, this is why you are a COMPUTER GAMER, because console games SUCK. Or at least this one does.

You look to the only game that could concievably be of interest. The new title you picked up: SMyth.

There really isn't much to go by from the cover. Its designed to look like some old parchment, and on the front it sports only the title and a bizarre symbol, while on the back is only the intriguing tagline "Make the Legend a Reality."

There isn't even an instruction manual. By Hestia, this game better have a damn good tutorial.

>Chester: Get game ready.

You glance at the time. 8:32. Your experiments and cleanup definitly burned some time. You could probably do to get the game started before everyone got here.

You stick the game into the console, careful not to disturb its careful balance and cause it to start rolling. The machine hums to life as you turn it on, though humming isn't exactly what you'd call that cacophonous sound. The screen lights up slightly with the same odd symbol as on the cover. It appears to be an anvil divided into four roughly equal sections. A loading bar appears beneath the symbol, currently empty. The symbol shows movement, with the four sections rhythmically moving away from eachother, rotating, and rejoining, to show that something is happening.

You wait for about five minutes before the loading bar reads 1%.

Jupiter damn it, you hate this old machine.

Good thing you did this, though. Maybe the thing will be finished loading by the time everyone gets here.

[simon.clarkstone]

((Sometimes I just get several command ideas at once. You don't have to use them all you know .))
> Extrapolate how long game will take to load (uh oh).
> Consult internet for guides for game.
> Peruse websites that are relevant to your interests.
((And sometimes I don't get any good ideas.))

[Malrone]

>Be the annoying guy who trolls the smart guy