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Post by observer on May 12, 2010 17:47:43 GMT -4
I look around for something to grab on to when I notice the ooze receading with Michael. As I look around I realize the area between the TV & chair is devoid of anything. I can only watch as Michael and I are dragged toward the TV by the ooze. Soon I can see nothing as the ooze covers my head.
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Post by michael on May 12, 2010 18:42:44 GMT -4
(As we near the Television, the Ooze begins to digitize our bodies, making sure to keep our data separate. There is only the sound of Static, and, strangely, the sound of a slurpie being sucked through a straw as we become completely digitized and the Ooze returns from whence it came, leaving no trace or evidence behind.
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Post by michael on May 12, 2010 18:51:39 GMT -4
(We are immersed in a sea of Static, then just as suddenly as we had lost our respective ability to move, it returned. We find ourselves in a room plastered in pure white. The only other being in the room is a man clad in a pitch black suit coat, an off-white pressed shirt, black slacks, obsidian dress shoes, white sunglasses, and a Static-patterned necktie. His hair was jet black and was gelled upward in two prongs that slightly resembled television antennae.)
Now, what were you two boys intending to do to me?
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Post by observer on May 12, 2010 23:32:52 GMT -4
"We were checking to see whether there were any ports for a video game console." I say, rubbing my eyes due to the white of the room. "I figured with Lord Hugo being a bit busy, that I would show Michael here around. Didn't expect to be mistaken for a thief, again." I say, looking at the man.
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Post by michael on May 16, 2010 15:40:05 GMT -4
Lord Hugo? Who's he? Is he like the owner or something? (I wondered if this "Lord Hugo" was someone authority over Bob, or maybe he had some pull with the person we were now dealing with, whoever he was. I held my tongue on these thoughts, though.)
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Post by michael on May 16, 2010 16:01:54 GMT -4
A theif? No. Sabateur is more like it. Here I am, a magical television that can create any number of interactive and transformative shows to entertain Lord Hugo's guests, and all you two young men want to do is...plug a cord into me so you can play an...ORDINARY VIDEO GAME?!?! (The man seethed on the last words, as if he was offended to have to say them.)
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Post by observer on May 17, 2010 4:42:46 GMT -4
"Ordinary video games?" I say confused before slapping my forehead. "Crud, forgot technology has never been Lord Hugo's strong point. The only time I can remember anything about video games in the mansion was a special on TGCentral." I say, looking up at the man.
"Well since you made it clear that if there were any video games here, they would oddly enough not be the same as the rest of his mansion. The games would be regular games from outside the mansion. So the only question left is, what will our punishment be?" I ask, keeping eye contact with the TV man.
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Post by michael on May 17, 2010 16:02:31 GMT -4
Well, since you two seem to like games so much, then LET'S PLAY A GAME.
(He snapped his fingers, and the room was instantly transformed into a colorful Game Show set, complete with a cheering studio audience. There were several images of cartoony animals hung on the walls, and a gaudy, multicolored podium appeared in front of each of us, with the T.V. man's podium being much larger and fancier. His outfit and hairstyle changed to match his new role as a game show host, and a microphone appeared in his hand.)
Hey, everybody, and welcome to today's episode of... *he points the microphone to the audience*
Audience: THE FAST AND THE FURRY!!!!
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Post by observer on May 19, 2010 7:43:40 GMT -4
I look around the game show room before turning to Michael with a raised eyebrow. Well this is new. I think to myself. As I hear the audience yell out the shows name, i turn to look down at my podium closing my eyes. I try to remember the files me & my friends had collected outside the mansion. Now which file was it? Ah yes, Kashi & Wraith's file. I think to myself with a smirk. I quickly wipe the smirk off my face as I look up at our host. "So what are the rules, and how do we play."
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Post by michael on May 21, 2010 22:21:48 GMT -4
The rules are simple. I will ask a series of General Knowledge and Pop Culture Trivia Questions. There will be no taking turns. The first contestant to ring the buzzer on the top of his podium will have five seconds to give his answer. If you get the answer right, then you will gain the question's allotted points. If you get the answer wrong, or if you fail to ring your buzzer fast enough and your opponent gets his answer right, part of you will be transformed into the corresponding part of a humanoid version of the animal of your choice. Trying to hit your buzzer before I finish asking the question will result in an automatic "Wrong Answer" for that question. After ten questions, we will move on to Round Two, and I will explain that round's rules at that time. The one with the most points at the end of the game, will be returned to his human form, while, conversely, the loser shall be transformed completely. As such, when the game ends, there will only be... (The host points his microphone to the audience and poses for dramatic effect.)
Audience: THE FAST AND THE FURRY!!!! *raucous scripted applause*
Now! Is everyone ready to play?
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Post by michael on May 21, 2010 23:05:52 GMT -4
(After the Host finished his explanation, I stood there, dumbfounded. Sure, I loved playing all sorts of games, and I loved watching game shows more than any other kind of T.V. programming out there [well, maybe except for cartoons] when I was a kid, but being a contestant on a game show that had me playing for my humanity was not something I'd put on my "Top 10 List of Favorite Punishments" any time soon.)
(Suddenly, my personality started to change. It might've been the T.V.'s magic or something else entirely, but somehow being in the environment of competition caused my "Gamer Nature" to surface. I smiled despite myself. It was a wide, toothy, wild smile. I gripped the edge of my podium with my left hand while my right took its position above the buzzer. There could be no turning back now for me. The Game was about to begin, and I was gonna be in it to win it. My brow furrowed as I glared at the Host.)
Oh, I'm ready, alright!! A game is a game, and there's only one thing I do to games.
I rip 'em to shreds!
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Post by observer on May 21, 2010 23:18:51 GMT -4
"I'm ready. Let's get started." I say, a little intrigued by the change in Michael. Hope that arrogance isn't his downfall. I think to myself as I place my right hand over the buzzer.
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Post by michael on May 21, 2010 23:27:40 GMT -4
Alllllrighty then!!!(The Host pulls another dramatic pose as the lights are adjusted to add to the atmosphere of competition.)
*Audience cheering and more scripted applause*
Now, before we begin, each contestant must choose an animal.
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Post by michael on May 21, 2010 23:32:57 GMT -4
Grey Fox! (I chuckle a little, my anticipation rising.)
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Post by observer on May 21, 2010 23:35:16 GMT -4
"I'll go with a tiger." I say, going with the first animal to come to mind.
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