Update 02 - Ten remain.
Evolution spent several long minutes gathering his thoughts. He might not know what was going on, but he was an excellent problem solver. Evolution had no doubt that if he could just work out the problem at hand, he could come up with an answer.
Evolution finally went forward to the hatch he had originally looked through. He turned the handle again and looked up into the white room. Slowly but surely, he eased himself through the hatch and dropped down into the new white cube. He examined this new cube, and found it identical but for the color.
"How many cubes can there be?" he thought to himself. However, Evolution knew there was no way to know this. What he did know, however, was there were other factors he didn't know. Was there anyone else in here? And most importantly, why was he here?
What had this mechanical engineer ever done to be here?
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After a while, KF4E realized that this prank wasn't going to be as simple as he had hoped, so he decided to explore his new set. He was very impressed with it. The network must really have loved his idea to make it look so realistic. KF4E walked over to his left, turned the handle, but was surprised to see another identical room through the hatch...this one white.
This was exactly what his concept had been, but he was taken aback at how much work had gone into the project already. He had been sure they had only constructed one room so far.
Putting his surprise aside, KF4E jotted down a description of the room he was leaving and jumped into this new room.
They really had gone all out on this one...
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Stainless knew he had to move. It was in his training. When in unfamiliar territory, keep moving until you feel safe. Stainless did not feel safe. And he wasn’t safe, from the person who was entering his red cube. The hatch to his left opened slowly, and out flew a dirty beanie cap. Stainless quickly stood up, attention at his highest, and ran against the wall that was on the side of the opened hatch.
But after the hat flew through, Ghetto Anthony slowly made his way through the porthole, until he was grabbed by the collar and thrown across the cube! Stainless jumped on him and began to choke the homeless man by the collar.
(Muffled) “*****! *****! CUT THAT SHIT OUT *****! PLEASE!”
Stainless did eventually stop, and slowly got up, allowing Ghetto Anthony to get to his feet.
“What in the fucking world was that for!?”
“Who are you?”
“Ah shit *****, you lookin’ at the flyest mutha fucka from round the alley way. Ghetto Anthony the name, pimpin’ hoes the game. Now apologize white boy.”
“Do you know why you are here?”
“Nah. I just woke here. But I sure does like it!”
“What were you doing before you came here?”
“God damned crackas, never shut the fuck up. I ask the questions now white boy, I ain’t yo slave, this ain’t 1879! Now who the fuck are you?”
“Stainless, First Sergeant of the United States Marines. What do you do?”
“Nothin’.”
“Nothing?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT LOOK LIKE I DOES CRACKA!?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothin’.”
“Alright, well, now that we have gotten to know each other, I suggest we move.”
“Where to’s?”
“Through there?” He pointed forwards. Ghetto Anthony looked and shook his head.
“Nah man, we goin’ that way.” And he pointed to Stainless’ right.
“Look, I’m going straight. You can come if you want. And since I am trained for this kind of stuff, I suggest you follow.”
“…Fine, but what the fucks you mean you trained for this shit?”
Stainless proceeds to ignore his question, as he opens the hatch ahead of him. He peaks through, and looks at another red room.
“They all the same?”
“I was just in a yellows one.”
“Alright, I’m gonna check it out.”
Stainless then took his swiss army knife out of his boot, cut off part of his olive-green suit, and took that piece in his right hand. He held it so it would stay over his palm, and then leaned over the other side of the small tunnel in between both rooms. Stainless slammed, pushed, and hit the floor of the red cube. Over his head though, flew an empty beer can. Stainless looked up at Ghetto Anthony almost completely on top of him.
“What?”
Stainless just shook his head as both of them planted their feet in the new cube and planned.
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Spartanlax didn't do much of anything for the next few minutes while he let his heart calm down and stop threatening to burst through his chest. Finally, gathering his thoughts, he began to think rationally. Ok, the room to his right was booby-trapped. However, he had seen no sign of danger in the room he was in. With three other doors leading in other directions, was it too much to assume that not all the rooms were booby trapped?
"I sure hope not", Lax said to himself out loud, just to break the deafening silence. Gathering himself, Lax turned to his left and opened that hatch. Looking through, he saw a white room. Gathering as much courage as he could, Lax eased himself through into this new white room. He held his breath for several moments, but no spikes shot out of the walls.
"Phew", Lax thought. Now he just had to find his way out. He had to get to court, he wasn't gonna miss his chance to sue that sum bitch who crashed into him for millions.
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Headliner found himself completely disorientated. Where the hell was he? His last memory was going to sleep, and then waking up here?
Looking around, Headliner felt a sense of deja vu.
"The picture!" he suddenly exclaimed. While working late one night in his Kodak store, he remembered developing a very strange picture of a cube shaped room just like the one he was in. That one had been blue however, not like the red one he was in now.
This was bizarre. He had seen a very curious picture of a room, and now he was suddenly in an almost identical room. Headliner decided to have a look around. He had four hatches to choose from if he wanted to exit, and he decided to try the one behind him. He turned the handle, and jumped into another identical room...this one blue. However, this blue room had one striking difference from the red one he had just left.
This room wasn't empty.
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Richie heard the hatch opening and cowered into a corner with fear. He saw a man climbing through the hatch, looking around, and stopping on his huddled body.
"Stay back! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it! It was a mistake!" Richie shouted at the newcomer.
"Hey hey, easy there fella. I have no idea who you are and I'm not here for you. What's your name?" asked Headliner.
"Ri....Richie. Who are you?"
"My name is Headliner."
"That's a pretty stupid name. Parents hate you or something?"
"More importantly, why did you think I was coming for you? What do you know about this place? Why are we here?" asked Headliner.
"Ehh...nothing...I dunno" said Richie.
Even he knew it wasn't a convincing lie...
“So, how long you been in here?” Headliner asked. Richie was hesitant.
“Um…not long, I just kinda woke up.” The 14 year old replied.
“You move around at all?”
“No. Just this room is all I have seen. What about you?”
Headliner looked around a little, examining the new cube.
“This is the second room I have been in. Besides the one I just left. I say we keep moving though; we should probably get out of here quickly. We can only go so long before we get too tired and hungry to move.”
“Makes sense.” Richie figured, and Headliner went to open another hatch. As it opened, the sound of boots shuffling around were heard, and Headliner put his arm out to stop Richie from climbing through. Headliner called out…
“Anybody there?”
“Hello?”
The voice got louder, and then a head popped out. It was Bruteshot.
“Oh thank goodness we found someone else. Can we come through?” Headliner asked.
“Of course. I was getting pretty lonely.”
Headliner, followed by Richie, began to make their way through the porthole, and then jumped down into Bruteshot’s yellow cube.
“So, what are you’re names?” Bruteshot asked.
“I’m Headliner, and this is Richie. We just found each other. Your’s?”
“Bruteshot, pleased to meet ‘chya.” He said, and then extended a hand. Headliner shook, but Richie did not.
“Well then, any of you guys know what’s going on here?” Bruteshot asked.
“Nope. We just talked about it. Richie doesn’t know nothing, I don’t know nothing, what about you?”
“I got nothing. What do you guys want to do?”
“I say we keep moving. Like I told Richie here, we should keep moving before we get too tired.” Headliner said, and waited for Bruteshot’s approval. Once Bruteshot approved, the trio moved forwards.
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Dark Church decided he might as well make a move. He went with his first instinct and hauled himself through the hatch on the right. From the hatch, he leant back into the yellow room he started in and grabbed his prosthetic legs. He threw them into this new room and lowered his body down.
As he clipped his legs back on, he examined this new blue room. It seemed identical. Dark Church began to try and reason this out. What had he done to wind up in this...this place? He didn't have any enemies. He had committed no crimes. Hell he didn't have time to do much of anything lately with all the extra hours he had been doing on his latest contract job.
Dark Church had a sudden sinking feeling. His latest job...
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Fail was getting bored. Not only was she uncomfortable in these ugly ass clothes, she was pre menstrual and in no mood to be jerked around. Well, when she wasn't getting paid for it that is.
Marching over to the right, Fail twisted the handle on the hatch with some considerable effort, breaking a nail in the process.
"Son of a bitch!!" she exclaimed. Muttering to herself, she climbed up out of the white room she had been in and into this new red room.
"The fuck m'I supposed to do now?" she thought to herself. When she got out of this place, she vowed to find herself a new pimp. She was tired of her current client. Give her a sweaty trucker in a motel for 10 minutes any day over these anal govt types. Fuckers spent an hour trying to get it up in the first place anyway...
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Cube I: Fear - Paranoia - Suspicion - Desperation
Re: Cube I: Fear - Paranoia - Suspicion - Desperation
