okay so I'm just going to be playing around with the website called place
in which is a game thing but I thought I would just put it here I don't know I
don't think it's an audio game thing but well it works well enough and I'm
actually gonna be playing the thing I was playing last night that my friend
car made and I'm actually going to try and fix one of the mistakes I did
like this place in place in the car place in the clickable worlds all worlds
don't know next link but it goes fake but the secrets of the second button
stone called on Wall Street button place in logo search input create world but
join discord switch the dark team but you profile main navigation following tab
tab discover tab all tab tab filter world spot section navigation created tab
tab play echoes of Arcadia Bay button V view details for echoes of Arcadia Bay
echoes of Arcadia Bay were play my slash a sibling button
I did a whole world but with but about four world listeners a button my slashing
manually lost late about 50 hours ago playing but a leave save me a nice place
about 15 hours ago put in play my slashes science you'll turn clickable
button obsidian dark wins your OSS button my slashes Union played about 13
hours a cup button button button flame etc but create your world out of
understand your turn clickable but I play my last sibling but an edit safe
plane last plane about 30 hours ago but I'll play my list place in told up
creating the main characters hope they're ready for this clickable the
audit is the only automobile is nearly complete
Alfrin
Your pulse is slowing. The transition to the core will be efficient.
AJ looks up at the monster.
He sees the way the brownish slime is weaving new fibers into Karar's neck.
The skin there thin, translucent, and pulsing with a sickly yellow light.
You're lying. You don't want a core. You just want more meat.
AJ's hand, hidden beneath the surface.
AJ's hand, hidden beneath the surface.
There is...
The last of...
With a roar that tears...
There is no...
With a roar that tears at his raw throat, AJ lunges.
He doesn't aim for the chest this time.
He drives the tip of the baton directly into the soft, regenerating tissue of Karar's throat.
The last of the electricity discharges in a single, violent crackle.
Screeching!
Karar's head snaps back.
The yellow light in his throat explodes into a fountain of black fluid,
and Burt's slime.
He staggers, his limbs splaying out in a chaotic,
spittery mess.
Next on My Slasher Sibling...
System...
The resulting feedback loop is catastrophic.
The inventory drones stop in unison,
cutching their heads as they let out a collective muffled scream behind their slime-sealed mouths.
The connection's broken.
Run.
To the side service tunnel.
Vance grabs AJ by his scorched collar,
Vance grabs AJ by his scorched collar,
Vance grabs AJ by his scorched collar, hauling him out of the water.
Karar is curled on the floor, his throat smoking, his black eyes fixed on AJ with a newfound, terrifying clarity of rage.
Garble file!
Garble file! Corrupted!
The ceiling begins to shed large chunks of slime-slicked concrete.
The inventory is no longer watching, they are thrashing, becoming a mindless, violent tide of bodies.
Chloe clings to Labran's arm.
As they sprint toward a narrow opening in the wall.
The sound of Karar's clicking now a deafening, distorted siren.
The system is failing, and the drainage sect is collapsing.
AJ must decide his next move as they flee.
Demand Vance let him go so he can finish Karar while he's staggered.
Use the chaos to try and lead Chloe and Labran toward the surface alone.
Scoop up a piece of the discarded, shedding skin for Vance to study.
But, hoping it holds a weakness, call out to Karar one last time, trying to see if any human pain remains in that screech.
Okay. This is gonna be fun.
Out of button-button weakness, a button choice three.
Scoop up a piece of button-button choice two.
A place in clickable button remove obsidian dark wind from the world.
Oh! Turns out obsidian dark wind is in this, aka Karar.
Button skip obsid-
Skip button cancel button skip.
Chosen for them.
Obsidian dark wind was skipped and grabbed, but discarded every pipe from the floor to defend Labran was.
Yup.
Wee!
This is fun li-
Clickable heading level one world check.
...just generating right now.
AJ rips his collar out of Agent Vance's hand. The scorched fabric tear-
Button choice play. Enable play button.
Okay, I'm just gonna continue that in another post.
...just so that we don't have to worry about time.
...just so that we don't have to worry about time.
Okay, so this is a continuation of me playing Poison, the story I was playing in the last post.
We are not following his tunnel. Lebron, Chloe, this way. Up the maintenance shaft.
Alfred, that's a dead end. We have to maintain the tactical perimeter.
Your perimeter just tried to turn us into fuel. Vance, to hell with your mission.
Chloe's hands are slick with grime, but as a thrashing drone.
Once a man in a delivery uniform, lungs toward Lebron's back, she doesn't freeze.
She drops, her fingers closing around a heavy, rusted iron pipe discarded among the shoes of the inventory.
Lebron, look out!
She swings the pipe without...
...a frantic, uncoordinated strength.
It catches the drone in the side of the knee with a sickening crack.
The creature wheezes, its slime-sealed mouth bubbling as it collapses into the oily water.
Chloe?
Okay, let's move.
They scramble toward the narrow maintenance opening, AJ pointed out, leaving Vance behind in the main tunnel.
The agent hesitates for a split second, looking at the screaming car R.
...and then at the fleeing teenagers, before disappearing into the darkness of the service tunnel.
The shaft is narrow, barely wide enough for Lebron's shoulders.
The walls are slick with the overflow of the shedding slime, smelling of rot, and that haunting, synthetic peach scent.
Keep climbing. Don't look down.
The sound of the tunnel collapse reaches them.
...a thunderous roar of concrete meeting water.
...then, a new sound.
...a rhythmic, metallic ping-ping-ping.
...it's the sound of something sharp climbing the iron rungs below them.
...fast.
He's coming! He's already fixed! AJ, he's faster than us!
...they reach a rusted iron hatch at the top of the shaft.
...AJ throws his weight against it, but it doesn't budge.
...it's been welded shut from the outside.
...out of the way!
...Lebron slams his shaft.
...and his shoulder into the hatch.
...it groans.
...the heavy bolts hold firm below them.
...the clicking sound returns, louder and more distorted, echoing up the shaft like a storm of falling glass.
...it's over. We're in a tin can.
...AJ slumps against the ladder, the realization hitting him with the weight of the concrete above.
...he looks at his hands, shaking, burnt, and smelling of the same chemicals that made Karar.
...no, we can't!
...not like this!
...Chloe grips her rusted pipe, her knuckles white, the light from Lebron's fading flashlight, flickers, casting long, monstrous shadows of the three of them against the ceiling.
...they are trapped in the dark, and the brother they tried to kill is inches away.
...AJ's sacrifice failed. His escape plan has led them into a vertical trap, and his body is failing. He is staring at his own hands, wondering if the blood in his veins is fine.
...he's finally demanding he join the hive.
...try to use the pipe as a lever to help Lebron force the hatch.
...draw back down the shaft to meet Karar alone, giving the others time to keep working the hatch.
...scream for Agent Vance, admitting he can't save them alone.
...use the last of the pipe's sparks to ignite the methane in the shaft for one final blast.
...I...
...reload...
...place in...
...out of edited button choice four, use the last of...
...and place in...
...clickable button remove obsidian dark wind from the world.
...button cancel.
...button remo...
...activate remove button.
...button cancel.
...button remove.
...this will remove button clickable button remove obsidian button skip obsidian chloe.
...obsidian dark wind button cancel.
...button remove.
...activate.
...layer in clickable heading left layer removed.
...clickable.
...obsidian dark wind clickable heading level one world generate heading level one world...
...we should no longer see the obsidian dark wind...thing.
...which, I'm gonna stop this every few choices.
...and then continue.
...button pause boot.
...enable play button.
...elton.
...stop record pause rec...
...so yeah, I'll continue in the next part of this, which the reason I'm pausing is so that the recording doesn't time out on me.
do you smell that it's not just the rot anymore it's gas aj what are you doing put the baton down
it's the only way cara thinks he's built a system but every system has a pressure point
below them the rhythmic clack of cara's three jointed limbs on the metal rungs grows louder
a pale elongated hand reaches into the faint circle of light from labron's flickering flashlight
the shaft is alone alfred we are the breath don't exhale he's right there aj aj looks at
chloe then at lebron he sees the terror in their eyes the people he tried so hard to protect
now trapped in a chimney about to become a furnace
close your eyes cover your faces
aj grips the stunned baton there is no charge left for a shock but the internal capacitor is
screaming a final dying whine of energy he slams the tip of the baton against the rusted iron hatch
dragging it across the jagged welding seam with all the strength left in his scorched muscles
scrape a scrape a single scrape
a single brilliant spark of blue orange fire leaps from the metal the air doesn't just catch it screams
a dull concussive fume ripples through the shaft as the methane ignites the world turns into a blinding wall of pressure
aj feels the heat bloom against his skin the force of the expansion throwing him upward against labron
the welded hatch groans the bolts shrieking as they are hammered by the thermal shock
a heartbeat the oxygen is sucked out of the shaft the hatch hinges snap like gunshots daylight real gray overcast daylight bursts through the opening as the heavy iron lid is hurled into the air
aj collapses back onto the ladder as the fire dissipates into a black oily smoke below them karar's screech is cut short by the plummeting pressure wave
go go now
aj's vision is swimming in black spots
i knew this was gonna be turned around
he can't feel his hands
he watches his body turn around
he watches his body turn around
he watches lebron grab clo-
enable play
he watches lebron grab clo-
i knew my pod's music perfect but
stop pause recording
well
ummm i'm going to
place in play my slash button enable play
enable play
aj's desperate gamble has blasted the way open
but he is at the very limit of his endurance
the explosion has left the shaft unstable and filled with smoke
and the monster below may not be finished
and the monster below may not be finished
Claw your way up to the surface immediately before the shaft collapses.
Look back down into the smoke to confirm if Kara was actually destroyed by the blast.
Claw for Agent Vance, refusing to leave the-
A place in clickable heading level 1 world gen-
Elton, stop repause recording.
Place in play heading level 1 world generating.
Heading level 1 world generating.
Remove the exit to jacket metal slicing-
AJ's fingers are no longer tools.
They are raw, blackened hooks.
He jams them into the heatwarp rim of the exit, the jagged metal slicing into his palms.
He doesn't feel the pain, only the cold, wet air of the surface world pulling at the smoke in his lungs.
Not here. I won't die in the grease.
Below him, the maintenance shaft groans.
The explosion has compromised the concrete lining.
Bricks begin to tumble into the abyss.
And then, a sound that makes-
AJ's heart skip its already broken rhythm.
A wet, slapping sound against the metal rungs.
Alfred, the system requires a balance.
And-
A charred, three-jointed hand, its skin sloughing off in blackened ribbons, clamps onto AJ's ankle.
The grip is inhumanly strong, pulling him back toward the collapsing dark.
Let go. You're dead, Karar. We're both dead.
AJ kicks back with his free leg, his heel connecting with something soft and pulpy where Karar's face used to be.
A spray of black, viscous fluid hits the ladder.
