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Inziladun · 08-31-2010, 07:00 PM

With a start skip woke up suddenly. Where was he? The large room was dark, lit only by flashing control panel lights from a machine in the center of the room. Then it came to him: he was in the old dining room of a house in the English countryside standing near a time machine.

What, was I sleepwalking? He thought. It had been a long time since he'd done that. And now coming back to him was the dream he'd just had, a dream of one of the people in this house being a soulless killer.

The last one! he said to himself. How would he go about telling the others? All they had to do was get rid of this one and they'd be free to await the opening of the door to the outside in peace.

"What are you doing?" said a voice behind him. Turning, he beheld a shadowy form by the door leading to the stairs. He knew who it was: the very one he'd just dreamed of.

"You." said skip flatly "I know what you are."

"What am I?" asked the newcomer.

"You're the last of those robots. I've had dreams while I've been here; dreams about the people in this house. I know they've been true."

"That doesn't matter now," it said. "I'm afraid your dreaming days are over." It slowly, but implacably began walking toward him.

"What are you going to do?" asked skip. "Put me in the freezer? Kill me with footwear?"

"Oh, no. I don't want to get repetitive".

"What do you mean by that?" said skip. trying to keep the thing talking.

"That's right, you don't know. You see, my companions and I were originally sent here to see what that looney "professor" was up to now and put a stop to it. But then we got thinking: all this here would make a great movie on its own. We've been recording everything that's happened here. And when I get back, it all gets downloaded, and there's your next summer blockbuster. Maybe Brad Pitt will play you!" It laughed.

On one side of the room was a long-disused fireplace, with the associated tools still waiting in a rusty stand. The robot, as it passed the fireplace, picked up a poker and began to slap it against its palm thoughtfully.

Though skip had been looking around himself for weapons, he saw nothing he could reach before the thing got to him.

"You're a fan of Lord of the Rings, aren't you skip?" it asked. "Remember what happened to Frodo in the Mines of Moria?"

Before skip had a chance to say anything, the fiend, in the blink of an eye, hurled the poker at his chest like a spear.

Slowly, skip fell to his knees. He tried, with rapidly ebbing strength, to remove the poker embedded in his sternum, but succeeded not at all.

"Forgot your mithril coat, I see," it chuckled. "What a shame."

As skip's vision began to darken, he thought only of his housemates, and hoped he'd been able to help them enough to get them through this.

The Living
Nerwen
Pitch
Sally
Lottie
Agan

The Dead
Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1
Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2
Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2.
Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3
Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3
Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4
Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4
skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5

Day 5 HAS BEGUN

08-31-2010, 07:00 PM	#383
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Night 5 With a start skip woke up suddenly. Where was he? The large room was dark, lit only by flashing control panel lights from a machine in the center of the room. Then it came to him: he was in the old dining room of a house in the English countryside standing near a time machine. What, was I sleepwalking? He thought. It had been a long time since he'd done that. And now coming back to him was the dream he'd just had, a dream of one of the people in this house being a soulless killer. The last one! he said to himself. How would he go about telling the others? All they had to do was get rid of this one and they'd be free to await the opening of the door to the outside in peace. "What are you doing?" said a voice behind him. Turning, he beheld a shadowy form by the door leading to the stairs. He knew who it was: the very one he'd just dreamed of. "You." said skip flatly "I know what you are." "What am I?" asked the newcomer. "You're the last of those robots. I've had dreams while I've been here; dreams about the people in this house. I know they've been true." "That doesn't matter now," it said. "I'm afraid your dreaming days are over." It slowly, but implacably began walking toward him. "What are you going to do?" asked skip. "Put me in the freezer? Kill me with footwear?" "Oh, no. I don't want to get repetitive". "What do you mean by that?" said skip. trying to keep the thing talking. "That's right, you don't know. You see, my companions and I were originally sent here to see what that looney "professor" was up to now and put a stop to it. But then we got thinking: all this here would make a great movie on its own. We've been recording everything that's happened here. And when I get back, it all gets downloaded, and there's your next summer blockbuster. Maybe Brad Pitt will play you!" It laughed. On one side of the room was a long-disused fireplace, with the associated tools still waiting in a rusty stand. The robot, as it passed the fireplace, picked up a poker and began to slap it against its palm thoughtfully. Though skip had been looking around himself for weapons, he saw nothing he could reach before the thing got to him. "You're a fan of Lord of the Rings, aren't you skip?" it asked. "Remember what happened to Frodo in the Mines of Moria?" Before skip had a chance to say anything, the fiend, in the blink of an eye, hurled the poker at his chest like a spear. Slowly, skip fell to his knees. He tried, with rapidly ebbing strength, to remove the poker embedded in his sternum, but succeeded not at all. "Forgot your mithril coat, I see," it chuckled. "What a shame." As skip's vision began to darken, he thought only of his housemates, and hoped he'd been able to help them enough to get them through this. The Living Nerwen Pitch Sally Lottie Agan The Dead Professor Inzil (mod) Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1 The Elf-warrior (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1 Shasta (ordo)- Made into a Shastacicle Night 2 Wilwa (ordo)- Found her big chance to get away from it all Day 2. Boro (Ranger)- Learned to stop worrying and love the brick Night 3 Greenie (ordo)- Off to have fun with the Normans Day 3 Fea (ordo)- A victim of her own fashion sense (and some murderous robots) Night 4 Eomer (Robot Killer) (wolf)- Done to a turn Day 4 skip (Seer)- "Skewered like a wild boar" Night 5 Day 5 HAS BEGUN __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.