Post by nintendonut1 on Jan 20, 2009 16:00:54 GMT -5
"Dark Insect Hive 10 meters due north."
Following his radar, his female computeress' voice guiding him like a TomTom, Dexter stepped into the Ghost Town, looking for any signs of the abnormal dark-matter insects he was looking for.
He paused in his step after her last direction. Because 10 meters due north was where the Haunted Manor stood, its grand shadow looming over his short stature.
Only intimidated a second more, Dexter shook his head and stepped inside. Please. There's no such thing as ghosts or spirits. Just tall tales of a superstitious populous. All I have to worry about are the Dark Insects.
Post by mrsaturn123 on Jan 20, 2009 18:16:32 GMT -5
(there's a sort of boss character from a game that I would like to bring in in this thread...but I only really want to use him for this and nothing else. Can we forget about registering him cause I really only want to use him this one time ^^; )
Jeff had wandered into the mansion only a few minutes earlier, having no idea there was anyone else even in the ghost town but him. He wasn't sure why but there seemed to be something strange about this place. He wanted to investigate it but he had to admit that he was scared witless. He had faced ghosts before and he even faced the greatest evil in all the universe (Giygas) yet still he was uneasy.
"Man...why am I such a wimp," he gulped. Then the door opened and without even thinking he took off and hid behind some dusty old sofa in the corner.
"Pain is only a pulse if you just stop feeling it"-Coheed and Cambria
Post by nintendonut1 on Jan 20, 2009 21:17:28 GMT -5
(no prob! Felix has done that YAAAAAAAAAY You're posting )
"...?" Having being the one to open the door, Dexter glanced inside. He squinted at first, then flipped a portable flashlight out from the side of his glasses. It flashed a blue light, allowing him to glance into the now-lit room as he stepped in past the door.
"...it looks like a parlor," he noted to himself. He glanced at his portable GPS. "Computer, download the floor plan of the manor."
In a matter of seconds, a glowing, 3D picture of the Manor popped up above the contraption.
The rambling voice belonged to a suitably rambling figure that stepped out of the house's shadows and right before Dexter. His arm was in a sling and blood-soaked bandages covered his forehead and torso. His shirt and pants were falling apart from months of neglect and bullet holes. His red hair was so dirty that at first it seemed black.
It was a PSId-- the plastic card embedded with psychic energy that was handed out to all Psychonauts. This particular PSId had a particularly horrible picture of a red-haired man. According to the card, his name was Stefan Galochio; Blood-type A-, well-rounded in his psychic talents.
Stefan was able to barely read their minds, but in his current state it was like reading through broken glasses; he couldn't tell if he was thinking himself. But he was sane now, wasn't he? So, so sane...