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Quantum NexusHello New Player! You can call me Cipher, though my real name is Alex Corso. I was 21 years old, and lived in a crappy apartment in the slums of what used to be Central Park in Manhattan (two decades ago it was redeveloped into a massive apartment complex to suit the needs of an ever growing population.) I dropped out of Med school to get a job to pay a few bills for my ailing father, suffering from the same disease my mother succumbed to eight years ago.
It was called "Heinrich's Disease" something plaguing those who used Gen I Neural Links for too long. Essentially the synapses of the brain steadily began frying over a seven month period, and was only found in a small percentage of users. My father died as his own brain cooked itself into oblivion.
The issue was resolved when the second generation wetware implants hit the market, but it was too late for a replacement. I personally had a fourth generation Neuro-Nex before the Crash. Why am I playing this game? It started
Arcadia-RespiteSo, here I am, preparing to travel to the eastern sea of Rahdhagos to attend Joey's wedding. It's the first time I have returned to Ionah for more than six months. Cally and I are moving back in to my old place, and I gotta say that I missed this heap. I have traveled with her to the far north to visit a few of her friends. Seeing as these friends are only active for a few months every 2 years, we stayed (she talked me into it.) Upon returning home my brother decides to ask me to be his best man. How could I refuse?
Unfortunately for me, shifting has become rather difficult, even with Deetra's assistance. It takes more power on her part each time I attempt to change, and We haven't been able to meet up with Old Terra to find out why. But that doesn't matter, all I care about is seeing my brother wed the woman who sweeped him off his feet.
It takes awhile to travel, roughly a week in Charles' Chevy. Of course he is driving Cally, Vermina and I (Deetra is chilling in be
The Hole: Prologue The bag is removed from your head as you regain conciousness. Before you is a mutilated shell of a man. Grey hair, missing an eye, left leg malformed, both arms terminating in mangled stumps. He looks at you, milky eye not quite focusing on your face. A mechanical voice emanates from a speaker implanted in his throat.
"So... you must be the new blood. Tell me, Security, Subject, or Scientist?" His grinding voice is full of disdain. "Well meat, you gonna answer me?"
Words escape you. His words are confounding. You started this morning hitching a ride to the medical facility that elderly gentlemen mentioned. Didn't help that you were clubbed over the head upon taking him up on his offer of a ride.
"Eh, no matter. End result is always the same. You will not be leaving this place. Facility is built in a system of caverns. Only the higher ups are allowed to leave." His breathing hitches as he tries to compose himself. "I've been here for twenty years. One of the only survivors, one
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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