Prologue
It was 5:00 PM, and the First Conference of the Revolution had begun. As soon as Nero and pokelda opened the doors, people began filing in. There was a noticeable lack of idle chatter and unnecessary noise; everyone was quick and orderly in taking a seat around the main audience hall, and all of their belongings were put neatly away. It was a solemn assembly, but the atmosphere was not tense at all. They were to make history at this meeting, set the foundations upon which they would build a new FFR. Everyone awaited the host with an eager gleam in their eyes – everyone, that is, except Shimazu, who sadly bowed her head, her eyes moistened with tears.
A few errant whispers that had developed over time ceased when stargroup100, the master of ceremonies, arrived at the podium. His glance passed quickly around the room, and halted upon the sight of a crestfallen Shimazu. He was instantly reminded of the Revolution’s recent loss.
“Yes...before we begin, I would like to take the time to remember someone who was an integral part of the Revolution. Someone who unfortunately cannot be with us today. Kashazu, who was slain little more than a week ago, designed the Bluewire, the secret communication system that didn’t seem like much at first, but quickly became the main link between those who chose to resist, the means of bringing us all together. Without his brilliant idea, I highly doubt that the Second Revolution would even exist. He knew that, because of his past“ – scattered giggles rang out through the assembly – “many members of FFR held him in contempt, and maybe even hated him, but the community meant so much to him. So he set out to redeem himself by doing his proper part in saving it. Please, a moment of silence for our fallen comrade.”
Everyone was compliant. A collective spirit, a unified determination arose in everyone during the silence. In no person was this spirit stronger than in Shimazu. She straightened herself in her seat, her blue eyes blazing. She would not let the death of her brother be in vain. She would complete what he set out to accomplish. Her and everyone else who was here.
After a minute or two of silence, stargroup100 resumed. “Now, you all know why we are here, so I’ll spare you the whole rousing ‘charismatic leader’ speech and get right down to business, is that alright?”
“Yes,” responded the assembly amidst laughter. “Now,” stargroup continued, “it has been widely agreed that we need to strike at a place where we can have all of the staff at once, for if we just manage to depose a few of them, the rest will all come over to rescue their buddies, and then we’ll be totally screwed, am I correct?”
Another wave of laughter passed through the assembly. His manner, gestures, and speech had succeeded in bringing a lighthearted tone to the meeting. “Quite, Mr. Stargroup,” emerald000 replied.
“This year’s FFR Convention has been touted as a proper venue. Now, let me discuss the pros and cons of this approach. Pros: Since it has been advertised earlier this year than any other convention, there is a greater chance that all, or most of the staff will be there. It is also a sparsely populated area, so there is less chance of us getting in trouble with the law, if indeed we do anything unlawful. Cons: While the area may be sparsely populated, the convention itself will have loads of people at any time. There is also staff and security to deal with. How would we explain ourselves if, say, we were carrying the unconscious bodies of the administrators out of the FFR Room? If we say they’ve fainted or something of that sort, they will likely exercise due process and send them to the hospital.”
“You won’t need to worry about that,” came a voice from the back. It was DarkManticoreX2. “I have something that will solve all our problems.”
“Would it be in that crate behind you that I’ve been wondering about?”
“Yeah. I cooked this up over the past few weeks.” Manti opened the crate while everyone watched. He pulled out a small blue bottle that resembled a container of gas. “This gas will quickly render you paralyzed, and eventually unconscious. We hide these around the building, take the antidote, and activate them remotely, and we’ve got them. No one need be dealt with. After that we simply take the admin computers and destroy their regime. I can provide gloves, jackets and masks for everyone, so we won’t be identified on our way out. We’ll drop the getaway car of at a special friend’s house, and that’ll be that.”
“Oh, yes,” and “Genius!” and other murmured indicators of the acuity of DarkManticore’s plan spread across the room. “Alright, alright, settle down,” called stargroup over the commotion. “Does anyone else have a strategem to propose?”
A general no issued from the group.
“So, everyone agrees with this strategy? Let me have a show of hands.”
Everyone held their hands up high.
“Okay, that was quick. Now, to the topic of who will replace the staff after we’ve driven them out. As you know, running a site like FFR requires a lot of things. Commitment, management skills, coding skills, activity, a certain sense of –“
BLAM! Stargroup was interrupted by a sudden explosion. There was jumping, ducking, and screams as everyone was startled by the noise. They realized what happened when a bluish mist began to fill the air. Manti’s crate had exploded, and several bottles of gas had ruptured.
“Everyone get out of here!” Stargroup commanded. There was a frantic rush as everyone sped off to the doors. Tokzic ran to the entrance followed by a small group. He tried with all his might to pull open the doors, but they did not move. “They’re locked!” he called to the others.
Argo had been trying to open one of the back doors as well, but to no avail. “This one too!”
“We’re trapped!” came heavylee’s panicked voice over the clamor.
Several people tried to open the windows, but they were sealed as well, and already the air was becoming thick with the debilitating vapors.
“I’ll get the antidote!” Temote cried, but his efforts were too late. Already the control of his body was leaving him. “No!” he cried, trying to resist the effects of the nerve agent, but there was nothing he could do, only collapse to the floor and sink down into darkness, just like all the others were doing, falling down, down, down into oblivion...
A few minutes later...
Zageron was late. He was running down the street faster than he had ever remembered running. He checked his watch. It was 11 minutes after 5. He hoped he hadn't missed anything important.
"Hey guys!" Zag spoke breathlessly as he burst open the door, "Sorry I'm--" He interrupted himself with an astonished gasp. Numerous people lay motionless on the floor, their belongings strewn about and something that looked like bluish smoke collecting around the ceiling. "What the hell happened here?" As he spoke this sentence, he realized something else. 41 people other than him were supposed to be here. But he could only count 17.
24 were missing.
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Jeez...Now I know why people skimp on stories.
Okay, game's coming soon.
Role PMs will be out soon.
1. dorama (djdorama)
2. LifeVirus7 (psimasta666)
3. Xception704 (jungmour2007)
4. DrKirth (DrKirth)
5. Bynary Fission (Logant1993)
6. heavylee (heavyleah)
7. DarkManticoreX2 (DarkmanticoreX2)
8. argo15 (argo1516)
9. aTzUeLo1191 (aTzUeLo1191)
10. Makilaz (BenderChan)
11. Temote (Sumote)
12. xplayfan (JONALEON1)
13. thunderstrike687 (thunderstrike687)
14. meno_rocks123 (MenoRS123)
15. Kekeb (Kek3b)
16. travman301 (RBennie362)
17. emerald000 (emerald3x0)
18. GamerShadow (TwilightxShade)
19. Isosceles (dwaynejr1127)
20. Tokzic (InfernoBlueFlame)
21. pntballa18 (merlonifan28)
22. sullyman2007 (sully5313)
23. hoochan (twghoochan)
24. freakysnots (freakysnots)
Backups:
1. rzr (twgXrzr
2. Litodude (Litodude)
3. megamon88 (megamon88)
4. dooey100 (dooeyabillion)
5.
It was 5:00 PM, and the First Conference of the Revolution had begun. As soon as Nero and pokelda opened the doors, people began filing in. There was a noticeable lack of idle chatter and unnecessary noise; everyone was quick and orderly in taking a seat around the main audience hall, and all of their belongings were put neatly away. It was a solemn assembly, but the atmosphere was not tense at all. They were to make history at this meeting, set the foundations upon which they would build a new FFR. Everyone awaited the host with an eager gleam in their eyes – everyone, that is, except Shimazu, who sadly bowed her head, her eyes moistened with tears.
A few errant whispers that had developed over time ceased when stargroup100, the master of ceremonies, arrived at the podium. His glance passed quickly around the room, and halted upon the sight of a crestfallen Shimazu. He was instantly reminded of the Revolution’s recent loss.
“Yes...before we begin, I would like to take the time to remember someone who was an integral part of the Revolution. Someone who unfortunately cannot be with us today. Kashazu, who was slain little more than a week ago, designed the Bluewire, the secret communication system that didn’t seem like much at first, but quickly became the main link between those who chose to resist, the means of bringing us all together. Without his brilliant idea, I highly doubt that the Second Revolution would even exist. He knew that, because of his past“ – scattered giggles rang out through the assembly – “many members of FFR held him in contempt, and maybe even hated him, but the community meant so much to him. So he set out to redeem himself by doing his proper part in saving it. Please, a moment of silence for our fallen comrade.”
Everyone was compliant. A collective spirit, a unified determination arose in everyone during the silence. In no person was this spirit stronger than in Shimazu. She straightened herself in her seat, her blue eyes blazing. She would not let the death of her brother be in vain. She would complete what he set out to accomplish. Her and everyone else who was here.
After a minute or two of silence, stargroup100 resumed. “Now, you all know why we are here, so I’ll spare you the whole rousing ‘charismatic leader’ speech and get right down to business, is that alright?”
“Yes,” responded the assembly amidst laughter. “Now,” stargroup continued, “it has been widely agreed that we need to strike at a place where we can have all of the staff at once, for if we just manage to depose a few of them, the rest will all come over to rescue their buddies, and then we’ll be totally screwed, am I correct?”
Another wave of laughter passed through the assembly. His manner, gestures, and speech had succeeded in bringing a lighthearted tone to the meeting. “Quite, Mr. Stargroup,” emerald000 replied.
“This year’s FFR Convention has been touted as a proper venue. Now, let me discuss the pros and cons of this approach. Pros: Since it has been advertised earlier this year than any other convention, there is a greater chance that all, or most of the staff will be there. It is also a sparsely populated area, so there is less chance of us getting in trouble with the law, if indeed we do anything unlawful. Cons: While the area may be sparsely populated, the convention itself will have loads of people at any time. There is also staff and security to deal with. How would we explain ourselves if, say, we were carrying the unconscious bodies of the administrators out of the FFR Room? If we say they’ve fainted or something of that sort, they will likely exercise due process and send them to the hospital.”
“You won’t need to worry about that,” came a voice from the back. It was DarkManticoreX2. “I have something that will solve all our problems.”
“Would it be in that crate behind you that I’ve been wondering about?”
“Yeah. I cooked this up over the past few weeks.” Manti opened the crate while everyone watched. He pulled out a small blue bottle that resembled a container of gas. “This gas will quickly render you paralyzed, and eventually unconscious. We hide these around the building, take the antidote, and activate them remotely, and we’ve got them. No one need be dealt with. After that we simply take the admin computers and destroy their regime. I can provide gloves, jackets and masks for everyone, so we won’t be identified on our way out. We’ll drop the getaway car of at a special friend’s house, and that’ll be that.”
“Oh, yes,” and “Genius!” and other murmured indicators of the acuity of DarkManticore’s plan spread across the room. “Alright, alright, settle down,” called stargroup over the commotion. “Does anyone else have a strategem to propose?”
A general no issued from the group.
“So, everyone agrees with this strategy? Let me have a show of hands.”
Everyone held their hands up high.
“Okay, that was quick. Now, to the topic of who will replace the staff after we’ve driven them out. As you know, running a site like FFR requires a lot of things. Commitment, management skills, coding skills, activity, a certain sense of –“
BLAM! Stargroup was interrupted by a sudden explosion. There was jumping, ducking, and screams as everyone was startled by the noise. They realized what happened when a bluish mist began to fill the air. Manti’s crate had exploded, and several bottles of gas had ruptured.
“Everyone get out of here!” Stargroup commanded. There was a frantic rush as everyone sped off to the doors. Tokzic ran to the entrance followed by a small group. He tried with all his might to pull open the doors, but they did not move. “They’re locked!” he called to the others.
Argo had been trying to open one of the back doors as well, but to no avail. “This one too!”
“We’re trapped!” came heavylee’s panicked voice over the clamor.
Several people tried to open the windows, but they were sealed as well, and already the air was becoming thick with the debilitating vapors.
“I’ll get the antidote!” Temote cried, but his efforts were too late. Already the control of his body was leaving him. “No!” he cried, trying to resist the effects of the nerve agent, but there was nothing he could do, only collapse to the floor and sink down into darkness, just like all the others were doing, falling down, down, down into oblivion...
A few minutes later...
Zageron was late. He was running down the street faster than he had ever remembered running. He checked his watch. It was 11 minutes after 5. He hoped he hadn't missed anything important.
"Hey guys!" Zag spoke breathlessly as he burst open the door, "Sorry I'm--" He interrupted himself with an astonished gasp. Numerous people lay motionless on the floor, their belongings strewn about and something that looked like bluish smoke collecting around the ceiling. "What the hell happened here?" As he spoke this sentence, he realized something else. 41 people other than him were supposed to be here. But he could only count 17.
24 were missing.
--------------------------------------
Jeez...Now I know why people skimp on stories.
Okay, game's coming soon.
Role PMs will be out soon.
1. dorama (djdorama)
2. LifeVirus7 (psimasta666)
3. Xception704 (jungmour2007)
4. DrKirth (DrKirth)
5. Bynary Fission (Logant1993)
6. heavylee (heavyleah)
7. DarkManticoreX2 (DarkmanticoreX2)
8. argo15 (argo1516)
9. aTzUeLo1191 (aTzUeLo1191)
10. Makilaz (BenderChan)
11. Temote (Sumote)
12. xplayfan (JONALEON1)
13. thunderstrike687 (thunderstrike687)
14. meno_rocks123 (MenoRS123)
15. Kekeb (Kek3b)
16. travman301 (RBennie362)
17. emerald000 (emerald3x0)
18. GamerShadow (TwilightxShade)
19. Isosceles (dwaynejr1127)
20. Tokzic (InfernoBlueFlame)
21. pntballa18 (merlonifan28)
22. sullyman2007 (sully5313)
23. hoochan (twghoochan)
24. freakysnots (freakysnots)
Backups:
1. rzr (twgXrzr
2. Litodude (Litodude)
3. megamon88 (megamon88)
4. dooey100 (dooeyabillion)
5.
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