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Go to your second mission

IskuXigta — Fri, 12 Feb 2016 17:55:24 GMT

IskuXigta:

You walk into the front office of the local impound lot. Behind the filthy counter is a man reading a porn magazine. He looks up from his erotica and meets your gaze. “Can I help you?” he asks.
 Heart pounding, you reply; “yes, my car was towed. I believe you have it. It’s a black Expedition.”
 “License plate number?”
 You peer onto a piece of paper. The paper reads

<pre>Impound lot
Black Ford Expedition
2390-KN
under front seat
025</pre>
 “2390-KN,” you read aloud.
 He types something into his computer. After a moment, he says, “Yep, we have it. Just got it yesterday.”
 “May I see it?”
 He laboriously gets up from his desk and motions you to follow him. The two of you walk through the back door and out into the car lot. The bright mid-day sun beats down on your head and neck as you cross the car lot to the back corner. “So are you here to reclaim your car? Because it’s pretty beat up.”
 "No, I just left some papers in the car,” you reply.
 The man approaches a black Ford Explorer with the back bumper mashed in, the side all scratched up, and the back door mashed up and held to the car with rope. He asks you, “This the one?”
 “Yeah, this is it. Gee, beat up is a bit of an understatement.”
 “Someone used it for a robbery,” he says. “The police managed to stop them at the expense of the car.”
 You open up the driver’s side door and reach under the seat. You pull out a black briefcase. “Thanks for your help,” you say, “but you can keep the car.”

[[Read the mission briefing]]
 [[Continue to the second mission]]

[[Category:Agent Black]]

R: "What am I doing here?"

IskuXigta — Fri, 12 Feb 2016 17:38:19 GMT

IskuXigta:

''"Good question!"'' You hear a bit of movement on his side of the walkie talkie. He shortly returns. ''"I even prepared a little speech for this question, so please sit tight and listen."''

''"What!?"'' Just as you are about to curse at the voice, he interrupts you. You can tell that the voice is reading since his voice seems more monotonal than usual.

''"That is a very nice question indeed. The question you should be asking is, how are you going to get out of the room?"''

You hadn't thought about escaping since the voice began talking.

''"Now, I know you're thinking; "how can I possibly get out when I'm locked inside the room"? Well, you can't. That's the thing you see. I am going to watch you slowly die in that room you are trapped in, and you don't even know who you are. I cannot wait to see you suffering from hunger, you screaming out in pain. Oh man, it's going to feel so good. Actually you're actually the first person I'm trying this on, so I don't know what you might do-"''

You become enraged and scream into the device.

''"What the hell is wrong with you?"''

''"HEY!"'' the voice explodes. ''"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WHILE I AM SAYING MY SPEECH!"''

''"You crazy son of a-"''

''"I SAID SHUT UP!!"''

Everything goes silent. You hear him calming down though, after a few seconds he continues.

''"Okay... As I was saying, You're actually the first person I'm trying this on, so I don't know what you might do in that room. I have also trapped two other people in seperate rooms. They woke up before you. They still remember who they are, unlike you. You must be one weak person. Now, you may be asking at this point, what am I going to do with you? Well, nothing really, except for one thing. One of you can go. Yes, that's right, one of you three can go, and guess who gets to decide who shall leave? Me? No. That'd be too boring. I'm letting you decide, since you're the only one who cannot remember a single thing."''

You begin to smile. You can escape this white hell. Then you realise there must be a catch.

''"One thing though, those two other people, I think they know you. So if you do decide to pick yourself, just remember that those two people are going to be left in those rooms, suffering, slowly dying of starvation because of your selfishness."''

The voice then sighs a breath of relief.

''"Okay,"'' the voice says with joy. ''"You may ask questions."''

*[[R: Curse at him]]
*[[R: Don't say anything]]
*[[R: Smash the Walkie Talkie]]

[[Category: Remember]]

Approach him

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 21:40:33 GMT

IskuXigta: Created page with 'As you make your first tentative steps towards the man, you feel something in your palm, and you realize you're holding a large, metal object. It's an oddly shaped key, perhaps d…'

As you make your first tentative steps towards the man, you feel something in your palm, and you realize you're holding a large, metal object. It's an oddly shaped key, perhaps designed to open these cells.

"You're not here to rescue anyone in particular, are you?" He says softly. You hear the smile in his voice. And there's a long silence where he expects you to speak, however, you find that you're too afraid to respond. "Well, in any case, if you let me out of here, I might be able to help you find whoever it is you're looking for."

"I'm-I'm not looking for anyone." You murmur stupidly, still confused. Your voice a stranger to your ears.

"Then why are you here? Nevermind. If you can help me escape, I'll make it well worth your while. I have plenty of silver to spare, in fact."

You don't have much choice, you could do with the assistance. However, you don't know who he is, who else but a dangerous criminal would be locked up down here? You begin to feel your wits returning.

"How much silver?" You inquire.

"That's the spirit! I'll give you enough to last a month. Now, quickly! Before the guard comes."

*[[Unlock the door]]

*[[Leave him behind]]

[[Category:A New Life]]

Sneak downstairs

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 21:07:55 GMT

IskuXigta:

Spitting resolutely, you open the cabinet above the sink and replace your toothbrush neatly in the porcelain cup. You step off the stool, open the door and tread carefully back into your dimly-lit bedroom. Closing the door slowly behind you, you head towards the dresser which stands facing your tiny cot of a bed. Once you are dressed, you begin taking your first steps down the stairs, as you listen intently for any signs of your father. He's still in his bedroom, but you don't know how long you have until he leaves it. Your pulse begins to race, and you hold your breath, clinging desperately to the hope that he doesn't hear your footsteps. You descend into what seems to be a large stone hallway, illuminated by candlelight. There are metal doors installed in the walls every 5 steps, and you hear the sound of heavy, ragged breathing, screams of pain, and cries of terror from every direction. You look behind you and a chill runs down your spine at the realization that the staircase has been replaced by yet another door. You look up at the iron bars and a pair of cool, yet hollow blue eyes look back. With a simple head gesture, he beckons to you. You feel an urge to approach him, but you realize you would like nothing more than to find an exit. The air is stuffy, and the sounds of torture are beginning to get to you.

*[[Approach him]]

*[[Search for an exit]]

[[Category:A New Life]]

Sneak downstairs

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 21:06:01 GMT

IskuXigta:

Spitting resolutely, you open the cabinet above the sink and replace your toothbrush neatly in the porcelain cup. You step off the stool, open the door and tread carefully back into your dimly-lit bedroom. Closing the door slowly behind you, you head towards the dresser which stands facing your tiny cot of a bed. Once you are dressed, you begin taking your first steps down the stairs, as you listen intently for any signs of your father. He's still in his bedroom, but you don't know how long you have until he leaves it. Your pulse begins to race, clinging desperately to the hope that he doesn't hear your footsteps. You descend into what seems to be a large stone hallway, illuminated by candlelight. There are metal doors installed in the walls every 5 steps, and you hear the sound of heavy, ragged breathing, screams of pain, and cries of terror from every direction. You look behind you and a chill runs down your spine at the realization that the staircase has been replaced by yet another door. You look up at the iron bars and a pair of cool, yet hollow blue eyes look back. With a simple head gesture, he beckons to you. You feel an urge to approach him, but you realize you would like nothing more than to find an exit. The air is stuffy, and the sounds of torture are beginning to get to you.

*[[Approach him]]

*[[Search for an exit]]

[[Category:A New Life]]

Sneak downstairs

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 21:04:18 GMT

IskuXigta: Created page with 'Spitting resolutely, you open the cabinet above the sink and replace your toothbrush neatly in the porcelain cup. You step off the stool, open the door and tread carefully back i…'

Spitting resolutely, you open the cabinet above the sink and replace your toothbrush neatly in the porcelain cup. You step off the stool, open the door and tread carefully back into your dimly-lit bedroom. Closing the door slowly behind you, you head towards the dresser which stands facing your tiny cot of a bed. Once you are dressed, you begin taking your first steps down the stairs, as you listen intently for any signs of your father. He's still in his bedroom, but you don't know how long you have until he leaves it. You descend into what seems to be a large stone hallway, illuminated by candlelight. There are metal doors installed in the walls every 5 steps, and you hear the sound of heavy, ragged breathing, screams of pain, and cries of terror from every direction. You look behind you and a chill runs down your spine at the realization that the staircase has been replaced by yet another door. You look up at the iron bars and a pair of cool, yet hollow blue eyes look back. With a simple head gesture, he beckons to you. You feel an urge to approach him, but you realize you would like nothing more than to find an exit. The air is stuffy, and the sounds of torture are beginning to get to you.

*[[Approach him]]

*[[Search for an exit]]

[[Category:A New Life]]

Murder your father

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 20:13:54 GMT

IskuXigta:

Strengthened in your resolve, you aim to do only one thing: eliminate your father.

Part of you feels a disconnect from this reality anyway, you've been a 6 year old for less than 20 minutes, just a moment ago you were someone else. Of course you were, your name was...what was your name, again? Either way, the quickest, most foolproof way to secure your safety is by removing this girl's father from the equation.

You grab your toothbrush, line the bristles with toothpaste and proceed to brush your teeth. Furiously contemplating the manner of his demise, you stare almost vacantly into your new and unfamiliar eyes, and they stare back.

[[Category: A New Life]]

*[[Sneak downstairs]]

Murder your father

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 20:10:57 GMT

IskuXigta:

Consort with your mother

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 20:01:49 GMT

IskuXigta: Yeesh

Stepping down from the stool, you wonder if it is truly wise to explore this house. But no matter, what can your father possibly do while in the company of your mother?

You peer into the other bedroom, there is a double bed, but no one lay in it at present.

Your only option is to go downstairs, which isn't ideal, but if you can get someone on your side, you'll be safe. Gingerly, you clamber down the stairs, the TV is blaring so he cannot hear you currently. You feel a primal urge to run back upstairs, but logic dictates that you don't. You should probably act as normal as possible. Maybe he didn't touch you when you were naked on the bed with bruises all over your...perhaps you are right to be afraid.

The man sitting on the sofa turns to look at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. "What did I tell you..." He removes his glasses and places them on the couch. "...about coming down here after 'playtime'?"

"S-sorry." You stammer. Fear overwhelming you.

Observing the rest of the room, you come to realize that there is no mother. You're unarmed, alone and defenseless. A chill runs down your spine.

He begins to unbuckle his belt.

"How are you going to make up for it?" He says, as he begins to pull down his pants.

You say nothing, but your silence only makes him angrier.

''"How are you going to make up for it?"''

"I'll...clean...clean my room?"

He frowns as he slowly shakes his head.

Suddenly, a white light fills the room, eventually filling your vision with nothing but its colour. You cry out in fear and confusion.

[[Category: A New Life]]

You wake up and look around your hospital room. A strange man is standing over you, he is dressed in all white and as he notices you are awake, he speaks.

"Sir, I'm here to give you a refund."

You stare at him incredulously for a moment, and then it hits you.

"Oh thank god! I was in the body of a--"

"I know, pick another one."

*[[A college girl with a bladder problem.]]
*[[A 10-year-old boy]]
*[[A middle-aged woman with a split personality.]]
*[[I'm not sure I want any of those things.]]

Go in the cave

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 19:29:33 GMT

IskuXigta:

You walk into the dank cave and gasp in horror as you see, rising up in front of you, a great black bear. It opens its mouth to deliver a frightening roar. A sound that makes your skin prickle, and your heart thump desperately against your ribcage. A startling cry that sends a chill down your spine. The message so clear, and yet your mind races, struggling to comprehend it. You shuffle slowly towards the exit, watching with eyes wider than the Nile River, as it decides whether or not you're worth killing. You realize with sudden determination that you must do something. Your fight or flight instincts kick in, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

[[Equip your knife]]

[[Equip your bow]]

[[Lie on the ground and feign death.]]

[[Category: An Adventure]]

Go in the cave

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 19:28:47 GMT

IskuXigta:

Follow the meek man inside, avoiding the mouth breathers around you

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 00:18:02 GMT

IskuXigta:

You are all led into a big conference room, with various journalists like yourself setting up big cameras, writing notes, and other things. The crowd is extremely talkative, and after the man that led you in comes onto the stage, they all quiet down. Saying some bullshit about the President arriving soon, you get up out of your chair, and walk to the door.

Do you

[[Exit the room]]

[[Take out your camera and snap a few photos]]

[[Category: 710: Future Assassin]]

710: Future Assassin

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 00:15:24 GMT

IskuXigta: "Accidentaly" = "Accidentally"

Everything is blurry, and your head is pounding. You can't remember how you got this way, but you try to remember. Several thoughts pass through your head as your vision goes black.

$1,000,000,000,
Kill,
Gun,
President.

You gulp down your third cup of coffee, and get out of the car. Sliding your legs out of the car, you hop out and close the door, with the door automatically locking as soon as you pull your keys out. Ah, the future of technology, with pointless additions and gimmicks. You trip over the curb, and stumble into a heavy-set man who grunts in annoyance. A nearby guard snorts at your stumble. ''Good, I'm playing this well'' you think to yourself. Following security procedures, a muscular man jams your camera into your hands, which you "accidentally" nearly drop, and push your glasses up after they start to fall. The large gate you had jus reached opens, and a meek-looking man greets you all with "Welcome to the White House!"

[[Follow the meek man inside, avoiding the mouth breathers around you]]

[[Category: 710: Future Assassin]]

Hide behind the shower curtain

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 00:05:18 GMT

IskuXigta:

You slip behind the shower curtain and wait. You can hear the target opening the bathroom door and running into the bathroom. You peer out at him from behind the shower curtain. You can see him standing in the middle of the room, looking around for what made the noise. He has a kitchen knife in his hand.

*[[Attack the target]]
*[[Stay hidden behind the shower curtain]]

[[Category:Agent Black]]

Shoot him in the face

IskuXigta — Tue, 09 Feb 2016 00:01:29 GMT

IskuXigta:

You reach for and grab your glock, you spend a moment to inspect your weapon, it's loaded, the silencer is equipped and the safety is off. Satisfied, you kick Marcus to the ground. He lands with a thud, and you casually approach the man until you are beside his body. Marcus, seeking an opportunity despite his anguish reaches for the knife, which you simply kick away, and then step on his fumbling, desperate hand. He cries out in pain, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. You aim for his right eye, which you watch widen in fear as he finally realizes that this is the end. And you pull the trigger. The deed is done. As you walk out of the building Harvey reminds you to pick up your bullet casing. You make note of bullet casings for future reference as you proceed to pick the casing up.
'''Good job.'''
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[[Category:Agent Black]]

Beat him in the head with the plunger

IskuXigta — Mon, 08 Feb 2016 23:25:25 GMT

IskuXigta:

You quietly open the door and creep up to the target. You raise the plunger up over your head and strike it down upon the target’s skull. To your dismay; the plunger handle snaps in half and the target whips around to meet your gaze. As you reach for your stiletto, Marcus slices your neck open with the kitchen knife. You are overcome with pain as your blood spills onto the carpet. He kicks you in the chest and you fall onto the carpet. He walks around to your side and kneels down. You continue fumbling around for your stiletto, but you can feel yourself getting weaker by the moment as your energy is draining like a faucet out of your neck. He grabs your stiletto and plunges it through your chest, piercing your heart. Your body becomes suddenly limp as you succumb to the dark abyss.
 You have died.
 [[Agent Black|Back to beginning]]
[[Category:Agent Black]]

Beat him in the head with the plunger

IskuXigta — Mon, 08 Feb 2016 23:17:47 GMT

IskuXigta:

You quietly open the door and creep up to the target. You raise the plunger up over your head and strike it down upon the target’s head. The plunger handle snaps in half and the target whips around to meet your gaze. As you reach for your stiletto, Marcus slices your neck open with the kitchen knife. You are overcome with pain as your blood spills onto the carpet. He kicks you in the chest and you fall onto the carpet. He walks around to your side and kneels down. You continue fumbling around for your stiletto, but you can feel yourself getting weaker by the moment as your energy is draining like a faucet out of your neck. He grabs your stiletto and plunges it through your chest, piercing your heart. Your body becomes suddenly limp as you feel yourself being cloaked in darkness.
 You have died. What a shame.
 [[Agent Black|Back to beginning]]
[[Category:Agent Black]]

Beat him in the head with the plunger

IskuXigta — Mon, 08 Feb 2016 23:16:23 GMT

IskuXigta:

You quietly open the door and creep up to the target. You raise the plunger up over your head and strike it down upon the target’s head. The plunger handle snaps in half and the target whips around to meet your gaze. As you reach for your stiletto, Marcus slices your neck open with the kitchen knife. You are overcome with pain as your blood spills onto the carpet. He kicks you in the chest and you fall onto the carpet. He walks around to your side and kneels down. You continue fumbling around for your stiletto, but you can feel yourself getting weaker by the moment as your energy is draining like a faucet out of your neck. He grabs your stiletto from your and plunges it through your chest, piercing your heart. Your body becomes suddenly limp as you feel yourself being cloaked in darkness.
 You have died. What a shame.
 [[Agent Black|Back to beginning]]
[[Category:Agent Black]]

Find another room to hide in

IskuXigta — Mon, 08 Feb 2016 23:11:48 GMT

IskuXigta:

You slip out the bathroom door and turn to the left. You see two doors. You dash into the closest and quietly close the door behind you.
 The room you are in is pitch black. You reach into your pocket and pull out a lighter. You flick it on, filling the room with meager light. You see yourself in a small linen closet. Nothing is around you but towels and blankets and toilet paper rolls. You search the closet, looking for anything that could be useful to you. There’s plenty of stuff in the closet, but nothing that could kill a man. Stuff that could wash a man, dry him off, clean him up, shave his face, but nothing to kill him. You notice on the floor is a toilet plunger. You figure that it could be used as a blunt weapon to strike the target, even though the handle looks small and flimsy.
 You peer through the crack between the door and the door frame. You see the target pass your room by. Now, you have an opportunity to attack him.

*[[Strangle him with the wire]]
*[[Stab him in the neck with the stiletto]]
*[[Beat him in the head with the plunger]]

[[Category:Agent Black]]