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Post by observer on May 6, 2010 11:52:52 GMT -4
"Here we are Michael, the TV room. So what do you think?" I ask, stepping aside to let the new guest into the room.
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Post by michael on May 6, 2010 13:17:24 GMT -4
*notices the TV* Whoa...that is one huge TV.
Does the owner have any video-game systems to choose from?
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Post by observer on May 6, 2010 13:28:48 GMT -4
"Hmm, never asked him before. But the gamer in me has always wondered that." I say, looking around the room. "Maybe if we look around we might find some. Although if we do find some I wonder what games he'll have?"
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Post by michael on May 6, 2010 13:37:06 GMT -4
Well, if there are gaming systems around here, there should be ports for them on the TV itself. *walks closer to the TV to examine it* Here's a quick way to find out. Let's see what kind of hook-ups this TV set has, and then we'll find out what systems we can attach to it.
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Post by observer on May 6, 2010 13:48:04 GMT -4
"Good point." I say as I walk over to help examine the TV. As I'm looking behind the TV, it suddenly turns on. "Michael, did you turn on the TV?"
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Post by michael on May 10, 2010 12:33:48 GMT -4
*shakes head nervously* No, but I think we may not be alone, here, and whoever it is must've turned it on with a remote or something.
(Static fills the TV screen, but then it starts to overflow, dripping from every seem in its casing.)
*some of the Static ooze gets on my hand* What the heck?! *waving my hand around frantically* Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!!
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Post by observer on May 10, 2010 14:38:01 GMT -4
"Calm down. Panicking is only going to cause more problems." I say, grabbing his arm. I look at the ooze curiously before noticing something out of the corner of my eye. I look over to the chair to see the remote facing away from the TV. "Funny, I don't remember that being there when we walked." I don't notice as the ooze starts to climb up Michael's arm toward my hand.
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Post by michael on May 10, 2010 18:02:43 GMT -4
(The Static Ooze starts spreading even faster and makes contact with Bob's arm as a rather large puddle of the stuff is stagnantly growing around the base of the television)
*stammering*Uh...Buh-B-B-Buh-B-B-B-BOB!!!!
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Post by observer on May 11, 2010 5:26:51 GMT -4
"What?" I turn around to look at Michael, noticing my arm. "Well that can't be good." I say, holding up my arm to look at the ooze. "Interesting. It sticks tom my arm and yet isn't the least bit sticky. It almost feels like having my arm submerged underwater. If it weren't so attached I'd find it amazing." As I'm examining my arm the puddle around the TV continues to grow outward.
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Post by michael on May 11, 2010 13:14:28 GMT -4
*deadpanning*Yeah. Yeah. Real interesting. Now, Mr. Science, if you're not too busy, can you, I don't know, HELP ME GET THIS STUFF OFF!!!!
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Post by michael on May 11, 2010 13:18:54 GMT -4
(I try to scrape the Ooze off with my other hand, only to have it get instantly covered in the stuff. Also, it seems that the more of me it covers, the faster it spreads, for it is up to my shoulder on my left hand, and almost halfway up my right already.)
(And the puddle grows even more, now about a couple feet away from my shoes.)
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Post by observer on May 11, 2010 22:53:58 GMT -4
"Sorry, old habit." I say, grabbing the ooze on his arm with my oozed hand. I try to pull it off, only to find it resistant. I let go when I notice the contact causes it to spread faster over the both of us. "OK, ooze and ooze contact is not a good idea. Need another tactic. There has to be something we can use." I say looking around the room.
Come on think, What's the info I've heard about this room? Usually the TV is on a channel similar to the rooms of the mansion, but this time it wasn't. Why? I know I'm missing something, something I over heard before. I thought to myself.
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Post by michael on May 12, 2010 11:48:16 GMT -4
(The Ooze makes contact with my left foot. Now with three avenues to spread from and a connection to their source, the Static Ooze spreads like lightning. It completely covers my left leg in half-a-minute while the Ooze on my arms, having finished them off by now, move on to my torso.)
*starting to lose my footing on the puddle*Wh-oa-whoa-WHAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!!
(I slip and fall flat on my back in the Static Ooze puddle. Within seconds, my torso is covered, as well as my right leg. As the Ooze starts creeping up the back of my head, I lift up what I can of my right arm.)
BOB!! HELP!!!
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Post by observer on May 12, 2010 12:53:20 GMT -4
"Hold on Michael." I say, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him out. I go to plant my foot for extra leverage, when the puddle spreads out. It spreads across both my shoes quickly, causing me to slip. "Whoa." I say as I fall, hitting the back of my head on the floor. I'm going to feel that one in the morning. I reach up to rub the back of my head, forgetting about the ooze on my hand. Suddenly I remember the info I had been trying to think of. Oh crud.
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Post by michael on May 12, 2010 17:34:34 GMT -4
(By now, I've become completely engulfed. The Ooze then begins to recede, returning to its source with its spoils, me. I can no longer speak any words or make any pleas for help as I am dragged back toward the T.V.)
*worrying to myself*What's going to happen to me? Did it get Bob, too?
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