Bounce! Part 77

Me and Valentina walk through the portal to earth. Finally, back in San Diego. We find a nice big patch of land by the beach and wait for Gabriel who arrived shortly after.


"We'll take this. We've already got some pretty rough plans of how we want the place to look like and what will be inside."


Val handed him a piece of paper with some rough sketches and a list of things we wanted in the house.


"Giant Aqarium... Parking Garage... Swimming Pool and Jacuzzi... Hmmm. Sounds reasonable enough. A trampoline room? What does that even mean?"


"It'll actually take up three or four floors. Instead of a normal floor there needs to be a trampoline. Above that there needs to be little ledges sticking out one story up to jump off of. It'll be fun as hell. You're welcome to join in if you want."


"Ok... Um... How giant do you want this aquarium to be exactly?"


"Big enough for the Kraken. Oh and a Blue Whale. Those are awesome too."


Gabriel just stared at me in disbelief.


"Are you... serious?"


"Uhhhhhh, Yeah."


He muttered something under his breath and told us to close our eyes and turn around. After a few seconds of that, we turn back and there was the hugest most beautiful mansion either of us had ever seen.


"Thanks alot, Gabe."


"No Problem."


"By the way, what ever happened to Micheal? I haven't seen or talked to him in forever."


"Oh he's been in his chambers for a while. He's pissed at how Serras is parading around unpunished."


"Well tell him if he ever feels like it we could plan something together. And he's always welcome to come over. Speaking of that, one more thing. I wanna be a rich famous DJ. And as for the first car I want in my 366 parking spot garage, it needs to be an orange Lamborghini Diablo. I forgot what year they stop designing them, but thats the one I want."


He snapped his fingers. Well then. He's fast.


"There you go DJ ZacAttack. Anything else?"


"Nope. Thanks again, though. Let's hang out sometime. I'll throw a party or something."


"Cool. I'll be there."


With that, he vanished into a portal leaving me and Val to explore our wondrous new mansion.


"Let's go test out the Trampoline Floor."


Dr. Orange

Superheroes

Man, Superheroes are sooooo cool. So I ask you, if you had to draft a team of superheroes to play football, who would you pick? That's eleven people, and if you can name positions, offensive and defensive. So I guess it's actually 22 people, though you can have repeats if you want.


Here's mine.


Offense:
QB-Superman
RB-Juggernaut
HB-Hulk
WR-Flash
WR-Captain Marvel
TE-Thor
C-Beast
RG-Ben Grimm (Thing)
RT-Colossus
LG-Thunderbird
LT-Steel (Man of Steel)


Defense:
RE-Beast
LE-Captain America
DT-Juggernaut
DT-Colossus
LOLB-Captain Marvel
MLB-Ironman
ROLB-Human Torch
CB-Flash
CB-Superman
FS-Martian Manhunter
SS-Nightcrawler


And just so you know, yes, these are the kinds of things that I think about.

A thought to you...

I applied to be a stand up comic on open mic night at our nearby comedy club. If you'd like, when we go buy those foam swords we can apply to that as well in person and do it one night together (at separate times but on the same night).

Hopefully we will have video of the fight with these between The Knight and myself.

http://www.amazon.com/Nerf-N-Force-Marauder-Long-Sword/dp/B00284C4SC/ref=pd_sim_t_1

http://www.amazon.com/Nerf-N-Force-Shadow-Thunder-Sword/dp/B001SEJ602/ref=pd_sim_t_3

http://www.amazon.com/Nerf-N-Force-Warlock-Axe-Yellow/dp/B002VEC86M/ref=pd_sim_t_5

A thought

I wish I had the skill set to be a stand up comedian. By that I mean I wish I was funny enough and personable enough, and, I guess, not so shy in front of crowds, which happens sometimes. I guess I'll have to figure something else out though. 

Hell Part 76

"God dammit." Ramsey said.

"Top," I started.

"Don't do it," he cut me off. 

"Okay, look, how about we go see God, he is who wants us to do this anyway."

"He wants you to do it," Zac said.

"No, he specified us four."

"Where's Alex?"

"We don't know yet. Come on, lets go talk to God."

Zach and Ramsey looked at me kind of funny, then I made a portal and hopped through it. I landed in Heaven. I hadn't been through here yet. It was nice though, paradise indeed. Ramsey and Zac popped through soon after me. We walked up to the gate where an angel told us we needed to keep our presence hidden. He guided us to a palace and then into a room where God was sitting. 

"Stewart, what the hell are you doing in here?" God asked.

"Ha, thats funny, I rule hell, so, yeah...nevermind, but they wanted confirmation on this whole plan. Well that and Zac needs a place on earth to stay where I can get hold of him, can you get that arranged and take care of him real quick, explain it all, you know, the highlights or whatever, I need to run and find Alex after I check up on the homefront."

I didn't really wait for an answer, I was doing this for God, he could do something to help me out. Who knew Zac would have gotten so stubborn. I grabbed Ramsey's arm and we ran out of the palace, meeting the same angel from before.

Hey buddy, you ran off in a hurry there earlier, whats up with you? How have you been?

"You know him Ser?" I asked.

He's Gabriel, he helped me out a lot before I got imprisoned.

"Hey, Ser it is great to see you, but we are having some heavenly problems. I will come visit you in Hell when you have gathered the last horseman," Gabriel said. He seemed concerned, but we were in kind of a hurry. We got to the gates and I opened up a portal and Ramsey and I went back to hell. 

"Did you have to encourage him like that?" I asked.

"Well, if I had been all on your side he wouldn't have gone for it."

"True."

Grief walked up just about then and said "Sir, I have located your other friend. He is in a very peculiar place. Shall I take you to him?"

"Sure, thanks Grief."

"He is frighteningly good at his job," Ramsey whispered in my ear. I chuckled a little bit as Grief opened a portal. We jumped through and came out on the other end facing Alex and an old man. 

"Grief! How good to see you again!" The old man said.

"Grief?" Alex asked.

"Again?" I asked.

"Good?" Ramsey asked.

"Ah good friend, they are here and we shall be off," Greif was grinning. 

"What the hell man, you've been coming down here and talking to him, for how long?" I asked Grief.

"Well, ever since we had one body," replied the old man. 

"What?" Ramsey said. 

"It can wait," I said.

"Wait, so you were in cahoots with a general from Hell this whole time, that's how you knew my friends were coming?" Alex turned to the old man. 

"You have cahoots?" I asked Grief.

"None of this is terribly important, just relax and lets all go back to Hell to talk it over," the old man said.

Grief and the old man jumped through the portal first, laughing with each other, leaving me, Ramsey and Alex standing in front of a huge portal, jaws open, and not being able to say anything.

"So where are we anyway?" Ramsey asked.

"Underwater," Alex responded.

"What?" 

Alex grinned.

We jumped through into Hell, to find Gabriel, an angry looking Zach, Valentine, Grief, Mary, the old man, and God sitting at the table. 

"This is the strangest group of people I've ever seen in my life. Hey, how did she get here?" I asked.

"I went and got her," Zac was scowling.

"Fine, go and get her."

"I already did." 

I took my seat next to Mary and Grief, Alex on the other side of the old man who was on the other side of Grief was sitting next to Ramsey and then God.

"Okay, I'm pressed for time," God started, "Look, Stewart, Alex, Ramsey, Zach, you four are the new horsemen of the apocalypse. Death, War, Famine and Pestilence. Good? Good. We are not quite ready for the impending doom, but the four of you need to learn how to function as a team." Zach scowled more as God continued, "We will have a few prep excersises and a few different challenges that I'm sure you will enjoy sent through Gabriel. So, I need to go, but Gabriel will stay with Zach on earth tonight, but until then, eat and enjoy. Goodbye." 

With the final word he vanished. That was really fucking cool. 

It was awkward at the table at first, everyone ate quietly. Then the old man and Grief started telling us stories about their past adventures and what they used to do, Gabriel and Grief are apparently good friends as well, as are Gabriel and the old man.

"I feel left out," Ramsey mouthed to me from across the table. Shortly after though, everyone was telling stories and joking around about things. No one felt any tension anymore. No one was stressed or upset. 

After a few rounds of stories Zac decided to leave. Gabriel opened a portal for Zac and Valentina. He said he would follow them later. 

The old man and Alex went into their room, Ramsey to his, leaving me, Grief, Gabriel, and Mary in the room. 

"Go on to bed Mary, I'll be in there in a minute," I told her.

"Okay," she said.

"Grief," I started, grabbing his arm before he could go into the hall, "I don't know how it really works down here, and I don't know what the protocol is or anything, but.."

"Yes, my lord?" 

"Take a vacation dude. You work really fucking hard, and you're good at your job. Seriously take a week."

"Thank you my lord."

"After that, could you find out how Hades is going?"

"Yes my lord."

"Okay, try and see the world some, it may not be around much longer to see. If you want, just have fun, kick back, do whatever. Do not feel obligated to do anything for us for a week or so. Is that cool? I can tell you to do that right?"

"Yes my lord," Grief said laughing a little bit, "it is much appreciated, Satan never let us have vacations. I'd say Hell is running a hell of a lot better now than it was."

"Thanks Grief, a lot of it is because of you. I haven't done much with it. Lot of Hell jokes today, where is a good Heaven joke?"

"Sir, you have done more than you know," with this he smiled and walked away. I turned to Gabriel.

What is troubling you friend?

"Well, there are problems in Heaven," he replied.

What do you mean? A coo? A rebellion? Corrupt people doing bad things?

"I'm afraid it is something like that. We don't know the specifics. Hades was just the first of many. Whoever is leading all this got Hades and the original four horsemen and God knows who else."

"Who then?" I asked.

"Who what?"

"Who, if God knows..."

"Its a saying."

"Ah, there's a Heaven joke."

"Anyway, we don't know who else is involved or what exactly they are planning. You need to be more careful. You should know better than to try to take on all four horsemen at the same time. If I hadn't stepped in with Death you would have been killed and we would have been fucked."

He didn't die via masturbation?

"No."

"Damn."

Gabriel told us what he could, then he left. After he left I went into the throne room and sat down in my chair. I looked out at the court, all the stuff that Mary and Grief have done. I walked out past the court and out onto the balcony. I looked out over Hell. It wasn't so bad. 

"Stewart..." Mary wrapped her arms around my stomach. I knew things would be alright. 

"I love you." I told her.

She kissed my shoulder and squeezed tighter.

The Greeter, The Cook and The Doctor Walk Into A Bar ... Part 75

"I see you finished the challenge ... I must admit, I am quite impressed you chose to continue on in your condition."


"My condition?"


"Yes. The wound and fatigue that you acquired from the first two challenges."


"Those were just puzzles. Puzzles are easy. This last room was a challenge. Seriously, where the hell did you find robots like that?" 


"They came with the place."


" ... but I thought you were the native people to this place."


"People, yes. Inhabitants, no."


"How the hell did you win against them and take over."


"That is a story for another time. How about we go look at that leg of yours."


With those words the memory of the wound in my calf struck like lightning into the back of my head exploding in a thunderous headache. My stance faltered but I managed to stay on my feet. The old man was holding me up with his cane under my armpit. I stabilized and he threw the cane at me and began to walk away with no falter in his step. I was severely confused but grabbed the cane before it hit my nose and started to walk through the doors. I was not surprised to find yet another long poorly lit hallway. The old man was greatly ahead of me and in an attempt to catch up I nearly slipped and fell several times due to the cane sliding around the floor. It appeared to be more of a harm then help. Maybe that's why the old man was constantly limping, cause of this crazy cane. Eventually I managed to learn to control the cane and quickly caught up to the old man.


We entered a small room filled with many utensils and gadgets and papers all scattered all over the place.


"What is this place?"


"This is my office. Now hop on a table somewhere, let's look at that leg of yours."


"Wait .... you're the doctor?"


"Yes."


"Since when are doctors also the greeters. Isn't there different people for that, and you could have helped me with the leg."


"Well I'm not only the doctor and the greeter, and I could have helped you with the leg, yes, but only here can I neutralize the poison flowing through your veins."


"Let me guess. You are also the cook?"


"Don't speak such nonsense. We no longer need such necessities."


I was confused and absolutely lost.


"... What are you?"


"Your guide, companion, doctor .... whatever you wish me to be."


"Ok, well currently you can be my doctor but please tell me more, I am still quite confused about the whole situation."


"We have been stuck in this abandoned city for hundreds of years. The gods were not happy with our advances as a society and trapped us under the weight of the ocean."


"You keep saying 'We'. What is that all about?"


"I hold the memories and knowledge of all of our people. We have roamed this underwater prison for years upon years but when people begun to die the gods weren't happy. They believed we needed a harsher punishment and imprisoned us all in this body and allowed us to only materialize within the main alcove. Through which you entered."


"So how are you here now?"


"You remember that card?"


"Yea the soul card, or whatever that was."


"That is the soul of this body. It is the most important card, it gives you the ability to call us whenever you desire and we will assist you in whichever way you require."


"Is there an appearance option. I don't have anything against the old guy but old is not really my style."


"We can delve deeper into that at a later time. Now lie down and relax your leg. I need to wash it, it might hurt. The wound has started to close and I still have to remove the little pieces of the arrow that you didn't take out. You could have at least filed it apart. There was no need in breaking the arrow."


"Well, it seemed to be a smart enough idea at the time."


"This smart idea of your will cause much pain to you now, but to bring you some comfort your friends are looking for you. They will be here shortly."


"How would you posses such information."


"Well, when the gods decided to punish us and trap us here, the underworld became quite interested in our state of affairs. You know them, they're also outcasts and like to keep tabs on possible allies and we aren't stupid enough not to keep in touch with personages of such influence."


"I see, you keep in touch with the leaders of the underworld."


"Not the leaders, just some of the higher ups. The leaders are busy entities."


"Is it alright with you if I take the cane, it's quite badass."


"Not at all. We have no use for this place now, we now constantly roam the void until you choose to call for us."


" Is there a way that I can just constantly have you around? The whole void thing doesn't sound very pleasant."


"We would be quite grateful if you chose to do that. We are not looking forward to our bleak existence in the void."


"You are welcome to go wherever you want outside here. We will find a way to communicate some time later."


The old man continued to work on my leg. I felt something thick flow through my veins and make it's way throughout my body.


"The poison is slowly dying. You will be back to normal in some time and we can use the accelerator to speed up the healing of the leg. It should be find by the time your friends arrive."

I'm way behind on the post count

So I'm thinking about starting to write and (poorly) draw a comic/graphic novel which will take place in a post apocalyptic society, with dragons. I just figure those are like two of the coolest ideas ever, so... I just imagine a bunch of bandit looking people riding around on dragons shooting at each other. Sounds fun, right?

-The Knight

So I've Got a Problem

I've got a problem. It's not a huge problem, but it is a problem none the less. As everyone knows, football is over for the season, and I've begun frantically looking for something to replace it. I've tried basketball, random TV shows, video games, even the Olympics, but nothing is filling the void in my life left by footballs absence. Okay so that was pretty melodramatic, but you get the point--I find that I'm simply bored, all the time. That being said, I bought Mass Effect 2 and Darksiders this weekend. I figure if anything will get me through what I will not start to call the Dark Months (the months without football) it will be baller video games like these. So far I have to say Mass Effect 2 is better. It, like Assassin's Creed 2, is so much better than the first. It's got all the good RPG elements, but now the combat is actually fun, and more than any other game I've played I'm interested in the plot of this game. Darksiders is a lot of fun, but it feels too much like God of War, which I guess isn't a bad thing since I don't have a PS3 and can't play the new one. Still, though, it's a lot of fun. I've also been playing a lot of Madden 10, but I think that's just to get the football back into my system. I guess I could start reading...

Anyway, I've got a bigger problem than this. My car is deathly ill, meaning I need a lot of money to either fix it or buy a new one. This means I need donations. I'm gonna set up a fund. Anything'll help, though in reality if you wanna give me like a thousand bucks that'll be more helpfull. Thanks.

-The Knight

Taco Taco

Top Men, Part 74

"So let me get this straight," I said. "We have to get Alex, and then start the Apocolypse?"

"Yup," Stewart said.

"Ahuh." I looked over toward Zach, where he was sitting in the corner, not looking at either of us. "Hey, Zach," I said. He didn't answer. "Does this sound crazy to you, too?"

"More than crazy."

"Yeah, me too. Hey, Zach?"

"Yeah?"

"You know what's stupid?"

"What?"

"Stewart and his stupid plan."

Zach laughed at this, but he never looked up at me. I wasn't sure what had happened between him and Stewart, but whatever it was had ruined their friendship, and it looked to be beyond my skills to repair. I was worried about him--he seemed sad, though I couldn't help thinking back to the loss I'd suffered, the pain I'd been through. What had happened to Zach to make him think he's the only one in the world to experience pain? I wanted to talk to him, away from Stewart, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. Stewart was the lord of more than one domain, now, and despite all of our power Zach and I didn't have whole armies to control. Still, I felt like, if it came to it, we could take him. I hoped it didn't come to it, though.

"So I guess we have to go find Alex, now," I said.

"Yup," Stewart said. "And I know this seems crazy to both of you, but believe me--this is the way it has to be. We have to do this, or else, well, we just have to."

"Since when are you the one making the decisions?" Zach said. "Last time I checked you have a friggin demon in you so excuse me if I don't follow your every order, Massa."

The tension was palpable, it seemed to burn up and fill the air with smoke. "Why us?" I asked, trying to break the tension.

"Why?" Stewart repeated, and then smiled. "Because they need top men."

"Top men?" I asked.

"Top men."

"Ohhhh. Cause that makes sense. Anyway I think we shou--"

"Top men."

"Stop interrupt--"

"Top men."

"Goddamnit. You can't d--"

"Top men."

Goddamnit.


-The Knight

It is...

I have a big head and little arms...

Shot at 2010-02-06

This might be a problem...

Ok... Photoshop is very addicting... how's this one?

Dr. Orange

Pick One!

I decided to make an epic Marvel VS Capcom 2 Fight Scene. I picked some of the most badass characters on the game (and some of my favorites... Shuma-Gorath is awesome). Then I decided to throw in Servbot. Just because. Pick your favorite.

Dr. Orange

Boredom

Awkward...? Part 73

I'm face to face with my friend and enemy. Well, this is awkward now isn't it? Ramsay told me that Stewart was with him, but that doesn't really help in these kinds of situations. My hands on my sword. It's not moving.


"Well. What do you want? You succeeded in finding me. You trapped me in a fucking cage. Now what?"


"Wait... cage? What?"


"Your demon general. General... what was it?"


"Oh you mean General Grief? No wonder he knew where he was. Damn. He's good."


"So what the fuck do you want?"


"Oh right. Well I'll tell you later. Right now we need to find Alex, then I'll explain it to you all."


"I'm not coming if you don't tell me why."


"Ok, fine. Basically, we are going to be the new Four Horseman of the Apocalypse because I killed the originals. I'm Death, Alex will be War, Ramsay will be Famine, You can be Pestilence."


"I'm not interested. Leave now."


"What?"


"I'm not interested in being a Horseman of the Apocalypse. It's stupid and pointless. I want to go back to the way things used to be, but I guess that's impossible thanks to these damn powers we've all got. I see that now. So go find someone else to be Pestilence. Get one of your demons to do it."


With that I walk off. Ramsay, who was standing a few yards behind me didn't try to stop me. I think he knows how I feel about this, and he respects it.


"Stewart I think we should let him go."


"Hey, Zac! What about Maria!?"


I turn and pull out my sword and within a split second I have it at his throat. If it weren't for the reflexes he'd built up he'd be dead, but he managed to block my sword with his claws.


"You shouldn't have mentioned her."


I phase out and stick my hand into his chest. I have the advantage of surprise. He doesn't know quite how much I've improved. That move probably won't work again. Luckily I wont need it again. Besides, I've got lots more.


Just as I am about to remove his spine, he says something that stops me.


"I was going to say... if you do it, I'll bring back Maria..."


I didn't know what to say. I had blocked the thoughts of my broken promise out for so long, but now it hits me like a sledgehammer. I let him go.


"Fine. But you better not pull any shit. Val comes with me and you're going to make sure she's safe. And we get to live on Earth because Hell just doesn't set right with me. You can just chirp us when you need us. And one more thing..."


"What?"


"I've got to change the name. "Pestilence" sounds like I have the AIDS."


"Fine. What are you gonna change it to?"


"I've got an idea..."


Dr. Orange

I need to go back to sleep...

War never changes. Part 72

Ramsey and I took off for Hell. When we got there, I talked to Grief about where we could find Zach. He told me San Diego was probably a good place to look. I showed Ramsey to his room, which had still been made up for Adrienne as well. I noticed a little bit of resistance in him, sadness that I couldn't even begin to understand, but he needed rest so he took the room. 

"Adrienne is dead. Officially," I walked into our room telling Mary. 

"Oh no, poor Ramsey."

"I don't know how to help him, but we have to go find Zach after we get rest. I'm sorry to leave you with all of this right now, I promise I will be back soon."

She grabbed my hand, "It is okay, I promise."

We turned on the TV and went to sleep. "World breaks into chaos as people realize they cannot die...." is the last thing i hear before sleep completely overwhelmes my senses. Sleep. 

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. 

"Mary?" 

No answer. God dammit, where did she go? I walked into the thrown room to see if she was in there. I saw her talking to Ramsey and Grief. I hid for a minute to see what they were talking about.


"You can say goodbye to her, to her soul at least," I heard Mary say.


"I don't know," Ramsey seemed like he was uneasy, I thought I should walk in and help him out by ending the conversation, but I needed to hear more.


"Technically, Lord Stewart may be able to ressurect Adrienne for you," Grief told him. 


When did Grief start caring about people?

"Guess Mary is rubbing off on him," I whispered. 

"He resurrected me," Mary told Ramsey, at which point I decided to walk in. "Just think about it," she said, turning to face me.

"Ramsey, lets go, South America," I told him. I was dreading having to go find Zac. 

We ported to the last known area where Zac was, and Ramsey just walked off. 


"Fine, just walk the fuck off, it isn't like we are searching for someone in the middle of the fucking city," I muttered to the air as I walked around. 


All of a sudden a purple mist surrounded me and a figure appeared. "Your friend has found the other."


"Who are you?"


"I am your friend's enemy. I come here to remind you, I am still much more powerful than both of you, and to let him know I will start killing everyone he knows and loves." The figure and mist disappeared. 


I walked around for a while until I finally found Ramsey and Zac, who had been talking. I was too distracted to try and listen.


"I love you dude," Ramsey said.


"No, don't love me, its really okay," I said, turning my attention to Zac.

A new story... And a picture

 

My new sig on the Darksiders Forum. Spend all day on it. I think its pretty kick ass if you ask me. 

Oh, and here is a story I've been working on, I will just give you the first small bit of it, its still in the works!

"Where are we going?"

No answer. I looked up to the front of the truck, and saw the man driving. He had no face. Where his nose and his mouth and eyes were supposed to be, it was just a smooth pale surface.

There was nothing to sit on in the back of the truck, I'd woken up on the floor a few seconds before hand. It looked like the inside of an armored car or something of the sort, It was dull grey, and I could feel the bouncing of the truck as it drove.
 

"Where are we going?"
 

Still no response, I don't know how he could talk since he has no mouth, but I wanted to keep asking.
 

"Where are we going?" I started yelling and banging on the bars behind him.
 

He slowly turned around and pointed his pale face at me, then turned back around. I stopped banging and just watched out the front windshield. It was just road. I couldn't see anything in the distance and the sides of the road was just red dirt. I couldn't see past that.
 

I sat back down on the floor of the truck, then I decided to lie down. I closed my eyes and let the bouncing and the monotony of the trip lull me to sleep. I might as well considering the fact that I have no clue where I'm going or who has me.
 

The last thing I remembered was walking out of my house. It was like every other day. I woke up, showered, put on some clothes, and grabbed my phone and left the house. I remember driving. I was listening to the radio. That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up and checked my pocket. My phone was still in there. I pulled it out and checked service. Nothing. I had my wallet, my keys and my phone. Nothing else. I sat back up and moved over to the front of the truck. Then we stopped. The faceless man got out of the car and I couldn't see where he went.

He was gone for a few minutes, during which I tried to remember more. I can't remember before this morning. I don't remember who I am, or where I'm from. I can't even remember what I do.
I tried to stay calm and walked to the back of the truck. The doors opened. There were now two faceless men, they grabbed me and pulled me out of the truck. The each grabbed me by my arms and walked me into this big bland concrete building.

The sky behind it seemed strange, misty, kind of off setting. We walked up to the side of the concrete building.

"Concrete doesn't open, and I don't know about you but I can't walk through walls," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

They both just looked at me and glared as much as a faceless man can glare. The concrete opened up and we walked inside. The inside of the building was just as grey as the outside. There were jail cells all along the walls, each with the same dimensions. There were cells up the wall as well, I couldn't figure out how they got up there. There were men in the cells, they looked familiar, they all looked so familiar.

They gripped me harder and walked about five cells up, then the concrete beneath us started to rise. We went up twenty cells and the bars opened. They threw me in the cell and then the bars shut right after, the concrete fell and they went back down to the bottom.

"Hey!" I shouted down at them, "Hey! What am I doing here? Where is here? Who am I? Why do they all look like me?" It sounded like my voice was coming from everywhere.

They didn't even turn around.

A Race Against Time ... Part 71

I was still crippling but couldn't feel the pain. The drugs were doing their job well. This room was enormous; only when  I lost sight of the robot carcasses did I see the faint outline of a door in front of me. As I made my way forward the outline evolved into an image of a door. 

I was not very far from the end when a loud crash stopped me in my tracks. I looked down and saw a crack between my feet. I quickly turned around to see another robot standing behind me. I was dumbstruck, I didn't know what to do.  I was confused whether this one was like the rest and activated with proximity sensors or if I had mere moments until the robot sprung to life. Either way, I had limited time until the whole place was full of salt water.

I didn't take any chances and attacked the robot with a sword. The robot parried the attack and sent me to the floor. I tumbled and turned to see the robot flying at me with his own sword ready to stab. I rolled at the last possible moment and made the robot stab the floor. The sword looked to be stuck in the crystal but the robot pulled it out like he was just getting some butter for his toast. Right as the sword left the hole in the floor, a loud crack made its way through the room. More webs appeared on the floor. My time was running out. I tried to imagine what the room looked like but the entrance was fuzzy in my head.

The robot wasted no time thinking of the webs of cracks spreading throughout the room and continued to pursue its goal of trying to kill me. A little fountain appeared where the robot stabbed the floor. The pain in my leg started to come back through the adrenaline and the drugs. I was forced to port around the area to prevent too much stress put on my leg and further fighting with the robot. 

After a few minutes of porting from the robot I finally managed to get the robot to jump into a portal. He was now somewhere over the area of the last robot massacre. I could hear the echo of the crash created when the robot fell on the carcasses. I hopped to the exit. The cold water from outside of the room was covering the floor and the little fountains created by the cracks in the floor were covering my jeans with water. 

I could see the robot running towards me as I was closing the doors. The edge of his blade penetrated the gab between the doors. I made my way down the hall away from the door. The old man met me at the entrance to another room.