User blog:King midas 99/The World Of Slate

Chapter 1  “Cold”  - I stretched my arm out as pain coursed through my body, I attempted to step forward or get up (at this point I couldn’t tell) I put one foot forward and another bolt of freezing lightning ripped down my back, at I put weight on this foot I fell forward my arms being too stiff to catch myself in time I fell like timber onto a hard metal floor. I lay there for only a moment until I attempted to get up, I pushed against the floor and slowly balanced myself out, the room was dark or was that my eyes I had no Idea, was I blind! I vigorously rubbed my face light started to seep through as I rubbed away a layer of frost on my eyelids.

 "At least I’m not blind” I said to myself feeling for a wall of some sort.

''What the hell happened to me? '' I kept searching for a wall or furniture for that matter, my hand reached and indention in the wall,

 “what’s this then?” I remained calm despite my lack of vision and memory. I felt cloth beneath my hand, “A towel?” I closed my hand over it feeling the fabric warm up as my grip tightened, “A magic towel?!”

 I pulled it over my face I felt the warmth melt ice off my numb face. “That feels great!” I said brushing it over the rest of my body, as my vision returned to me I looked over the life saving piece of fabric. Near the bottom was a black bird with red tipped wings underneath that were was red bold text saying : “NEVERMORE”.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Nevermore?” I paused for a moment as if I knew what to do but I just could not place it. “Ohh yes!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">I rushed over to the wall the burst of memories flooding back to me. I pushed my hand to the wall and a small scroll interface opened up

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> "Damn, where is my scroll!” franticly I made my way about the room finding no obvious storage cupboards other than the one I had received my towel from. I went back to it ...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “What the….” Before me was bowl of mints and a small black box. “Well, one never starts with the scarily convenient mints”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> I took the box and saw that it had a DNA encrypted lock. “Well, one way to find out!” I put my thumb to the diamond and low and behold it opened (not that I can’t get it open otherwise) in the small container was my scroll!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">I ran back to the inter face grabbing a hand full of mints and stuffing them into my pocket I clicked in my scroll and the interface activated reading off (LEVEL: 3 NEVERMORE ACCESS did I work for them I still can’t remember.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> The interface began to download a huge file (or files) on to my scroll “ok?...What’s this then?” I glanced around the room and noticed for the first time what I was wearing. I looked at another what I assumed to be cryo pod and saw my reflection, my gold blonde hair was a bit longer but aside from that I was wearing something new I suppose is the nice way of putting it.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“GRAY!” I stood looking at my reflection the sound of a scroll that had finished downloading beeping in the background “why the bloody hell am I wearing GRAY!” I took a step back and felt the gray dull fabric that was resting on my skin it was coarse and rigid (even despite the frost on it) “why!” I stood there for at least ten minutes before the beeping drove me to the edge

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“WHAT! DO YOU WANT!” I flung violently around and stomped over to the interface, I unlatched my scroll from the port, a message on the front read

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">1 thousand files downloaded would you like to compress 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">I hit the accept button and waited, it wasn’t long before the files had compressed into two .exe files. I started the first one and the empty gray room sprang to life and began to move panel after panel shifted and slid to make a rather decent, albeit gray house but it looked nice (ish)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The terminal had once again been activated and on it was a spinning bird on its head rested a crown of jewels. The image continued to turn until the sound of sliding under treated metal ceased it then stopped and a messaged played threw out the small metal room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">  <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Welcome back to remnant team GOLD how have you been, how silly am I! I can’t hear you this message is prerecorded 

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">So I bet you are wonder where your teammates are ehh Glen? Well why you don’t turn around ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> I mumbled something along the lines of “oh yeah mr…Mr Robot! Why don’t you just go!” I stopped mumbling as it sank in the tube I was in and the one I had been looking at were the same thing!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">  <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">I get you have short term memory loss as is and this by no means was good for you but you have to wake them up, all you have to do is enter your password you set into you’re scroll right now and boom we'll…* <span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">the voice coughed slightly* I mean they'll wake up!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “The hell?” I shrugged slightly “oh well!” I pressed in a series of characters I thought might be my password

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">(RARTPF '<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">FTW!) 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">The buzzer sounded and one by one cold bursts of air rushed past me “Hey it worked!” and just like that I was on the ground

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“Oww!..Get off please!” I shouted as a cold mass smothered my face “Cant……Bruueath…need aurr”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Glen?” a soft voice almost whispered my name I knew who it was I just could not place it I felt around until I felt fur under my hand I continued to feel the object not instantly putting two and two together until I felt fabric the same that I had felt on my own body minutes prior

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">That was all I needed to know what I had done, A shriek went through the air and with it I passed out my last thought was something like (yup this is her) and the room went dark

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> I woke up quite some time later as when I got to my feet laurana was making food (or rather adding water so some packages) I looked around and saw my team had made themselves at home. I walked over to Dustmaine a young woman with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes she too was wearing gray.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “what..” she cut me off “you scared L and we all got emped, little miss cage adviser over there ( she gestured to opal) told us what to do and now we were waiting on you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Me?.....why…” she preempted my statement yet again “Because we are a team and so apparently we had to” She shot her famous evil glare at laurana “

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> oh I see but what about…” for the third time she intruded on my sentence “The metal voice?” she glared up at me from her metal arm chair that looked strikingly like mine back at home (just made of metal) I gave her a look as  to say yes not wanting to interrupt her right now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “that would be brought to you by miss nevermore over there” she again waved in the general direction of opal.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Hmm…well then I guess I should go….do something” I said reluctantly walking away “

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> good idea” I heard her cry back (she can be very angry at times) just then the  background hum of the generators dropped to a slow thump

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Glen?” A woman with White hair and icy eyes looked up from the counter “Don’t worry….it most likely a solar thing….the sun went behind a cloud that’s all…” I said rubbing my head (yeah that’s how they work!...Right?)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Hey Mr.PHD that’s not how solar panels work” Sahara Shot me a glare her face was just so smug….. (Ok think she just ruined plan one so….ON TO PLAN TWO!)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “well we don’t know that do we Dust?” she tried to speak up as I raised my voice “ I’ll just go check them!” Her expression changed from rage to interest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “You mean outside?!” Laurana ran over to me “Are You insane!” her Tail went rigid “it will be fine” I said walking to the cage door “I say let him go” Dustmaine interjected

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “That’s all the more reason for him not to go!” Laurana shouted at Dustmaine

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Dust got up from her chair “it means that you have no regard for human life!” Laurana shouted back the hair on her tail standing on edge “

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> I do…just not his life!” Dust’s face lit up with her usual evil grin

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“Opal Help me out here!” Laurana beckoned to her partner that was sitting on the floor in her gray jump suit working on her weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “ok…” she stood up and brushed her black hair out of her face “I say we go….” She turned around and looked at the three of us I holding laurana back and Dustmaine attempting to get a hold on her emotions

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">“wait did she say we?!....” laurana went stiff in my arms “I find it to be and honorable idea!” I attempted to sound as important as I could to lighten the mood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “First off…shut up Glen!....Secondly I am down with that!” Dustmaine’s face changed from her arrogant tone to a more adventuress one. “Then it’s settled….” Opal went over to the kitchen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “we leave tomorrow!” She looked up with a crazed look in her eyes glancing around the room I realized why I love my Job, The crazed look we all had showed me why I do what I do, But now all I needed to know is what I do. “we are going to die aren’t we?” laurana had that solemn look about her, “why yes my dear I do believe we are!” I said putting her down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> “Then…” She took a step toward the center of the room “May I ask why?” she looked around at all of us but I looked back at her “Because My dear…..if we don’t then who will?” “That’s what you always say” she looked at me with a smirk “And you always say back?” I looked back at her “No one…..” she said sitting in a chair to slow her heart rate,

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