Black Amethyst !2gDpgouF02 2008/09/22 (Mon) 00:13 No. 10760 ▼ File 122204241124.jpg - (38.77KB, 325x500 , deja-fish-port-dark.jpg)
Yes, I'm late... very. I got no excuse apart from the fact that I beaten the whole White Shark campaign on Submarine Titans. Here, have some updates.
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You shake your head and rub your eyes, as if awakening from a long slumber or realizing something that should have been obvious yet wasn't. What's going on here? Are you still sleeping? This just feels wrong. First, that strange girl who out of nowhere wants to know more about you, then this place altogether stinks with weirdness. Seriously, a nightclub INSIDE the arcades, just how does that even fit with the laws of physics? And then, Arcades are noisy as hell, how can you just NOT hear them while you didn't even close a door behind you, you just walked down a corridor. It would take some special walls and whatnot to accomplish that yet there's nothing between the two establishments. Not even thinking about why a building would be constructed inside another which doesn't even make any sense to begin with!
You let out a groan and rub your head harshly, rushing your hands through your hair and then simply looking down, eyes closed. What. The. Fuck. You stomp your left feet with your right and the pain reminds you with a cruel realism that you're neither sleeping nor hallucinating. Besides, drugs never were your style to begin with. You open your eyes and just lean lazily against the wall, tired by all this confusing thinking. You are once again interested into venturing inside that damned nightclub, but this time, it isn't out of sheer curiosity or boredom. Something is just plain wrong and you WILL know what it is. You walk back toward the Arcade and let out a shout after a few meters in the desperately overwhelming darkness of the corridor.
-?SANZO! DANIEL! IF YOU CAN GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE, HURRY UP. THERE's A PASSAGE BETWEEN THE NEW NASCAR GAME AND THE OLD DAYTONA USA!"
That's that. If they didn't already leave -or if they returned at all for that matters - and find their way here, it will at least make you feel like you're not the only one going crazy. You take off your camelpack and swiftly open it. You take out the Vermillion and the black leather pouch. Since you are wearing a tracksuit, you can't tie it on your belt anymore; you'll have to find something else. You close the bag and put it back on your back, realizing the straps could do. You tie the pouch on the left strap and let it hang; pulling on it slightly to make sure it won't just break like that. You load the Vermillion and are somewhat surprised you are able to do so in complete darkness. You stand up take a few steps forward before nodding confidently. You enter the nightclub once again and aim your weapon around, as if some gangster or Mafioso was about to pop up from behind the counter or under the tables, but nothing. it's really, truly empty. Of all sign of life. Even the arcades have gone silent once again.
You can't help but feel out of place. The lights are moving in intricate patterns, the smoke machines are on. The bar is filled with alcohol and looks ready to serve. Hell, there even are full glasses of different beverages every here and there. On the tables, on the counter, it feels as if everyone just vanished all of a sudden, as if the people were long gone and the place stuck into Eternity. Contrasting atrociously with the pleasant feeling you first had when you were here with that Rin girl, the area now radiate a hostile aura, as if the nightclub itself wanted you to get the fuck out immediately. You have the oppressing feeling of being watched from somewhere you can't really make out.
You keep advance slowly, remembering all those cop movies, and look everywhere, always aiming the Vermillion straight ahead. You first target is the bar, moving as fast as carefulness allows you to. As you reach the counter, you literally hop over it, helping yourself with your left hand and still holding your weapon tightly in the other. You rummage through everything, move every single bottle and open every single panel. Not even wondering why none of these are locked, you are even more annoyed to find absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. If it wasn't from this feeling of being watched and nearly ?hunted? by something, everything seems oddly normal. You hop over the counter again and throw caution by the window. You rush in every corner, every dead angle of the nightclub, you don't like it. You search like a mad man, trying to find some clue, anything that would help you figure out what is wrong with this place. Alas, there isn't a single hint. Absolutely nothing stands out of the ordinary neither on the bar, the dance floor nor around the tables. Nothing at all.
You would ask yourself what's going on, but you simply chase the thought away as it becomes redundant. This investigation was unsatisfying, you literally spit on the ground, unable to accept defeat. This place is just screaming ?Bizarre? and you refuse to leave it without having found anything. What are you expecting? An opium dealer's hide-out? The headquarters of a mafia of some sort? Maybe the secret hide-out of a Satanist sect. You have no idea what, but there MUST be something in there and you WILL find it. Your manliness and your pride command you pierce that mystery right now.
You walk towards the stairs, half-concealed by a part of wall in the farthest corner from the entrance. If you didn't pay attention you wouldn't have even noticed it in when you entered the first time. You walk laterally, holding the Vermillion close to you in your right hand, knees slightly flexed. Your entire body seems more awake then ever and you stay alert, waiting for the faintest sign. You reach the staircase and examine it. It looks just as awfully normal as the rest of the place. Actually, not quite. You realize it's abnormally long, there has to be at least 50 steps to that thing. You walk it down quickly, the thought of counting the steps pass by as you barely notice it, focused on the badly lighted staircase.
As you finally reach the bottom, you look around. it's another corridor, looking just like any other you seen upstairs and just like the one that brought you there in the first place. You can't see much, there isn't any form of light ahead of you and once again a veil of overwhelming darkness stands before you, as a guard of the secrets that must be lying ahead. As you gaze at the void, you think to yourself: *From this point on, there's no turning back. Are you ready, Rip Van Winkle?*
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[ ] Hell no, you know something bad is going to happen. Get the fuck out of here while you still can
[ ] Not quite, before you venture in there, you need some equipment. You can't just explore that place unprepared.
[ ] Not quite, it would be safer to wait for Sanzo and Daniel to catch up with you before going on.
[ ] Yes, until you find out the truth about this place, there shall be not one step back
[ ] Hell yeah, you've been waiting for something like this to happen for AGES