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Post by Draxorion on Sept 5, 2011 19:01:34 GMT
... I'm utterly lost and confused... I cry out, "What do you want with me?!" ... And she stands there, responding with...
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Post by Necrotising Fasciitis on Sept 5, 2011 19:11:23 GMT
"I'm Neon, bro. Take a guess what I want."
... "Not buttfuckign, no..."
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 5, 2011 21:44:46 GMT
I stood there, hands pinned onto the wall, bleeding from both palms. I knew it was futile to escape... I would do what she wanted, at a price...
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 5, 2011 22:47:31 GMT
*moves back to other dimension* Ugh, diarrhea? Where do you GET THIS STUFF? I fall unconscious due to massive diarrhea intake.
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 5, 2011 22:51:15 GMT
Actually, it fills you container until you're just breathing in diarrhea fumes... Still air in your container, you know...
-3 hours later-
So, how did your little nap go? Tell me the location. Or else.
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 5, 2011 22:59:15 GMT
Kden, I'll tell you after I finish mah nap.
*sleeps*
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 5, 2011 23:01:55 GMT
I have an idea... *presses button which makes it so that if AP5 falls asleep, he falls into the diarrhea*
Now, what will you do?
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 6, 2011 3:22:20 GMT
"Well, the city name....uuuhhhhhhh...BLOODY HELL WHAT WAS IT? Oh, my oh my, silly me, it's a town called CapaCity. Try the south part of it. A purple building with a bright yellow sign that reads 'Maximum-' Er, something, can't remember. I'm tired. Can I go home?"
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 6, 2011 3:26:55 GMT
...
I press a button that severs both of your arms, and shoots bullets into the limping ends, still connected with nerves.
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 6, 2011 3:44:13 GMT
"But why-hy-hy-hy??? I told you truth!!! Nonja scum! You have taken me too far from normal! I'm a bloody freak! I-I-I-I hurt. Pain. END!!!" *manages to beat head against chamber wall*
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 6, 2011 4:06:45 GMT
Tell me the information, Nonja Fighter. I can make this all better, by rehabilitation and regrowth. You know I can. Also, you can't do that if you're suspended away from the chamber on a needle pole.
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 6, 2011 4:09:51 GMT
*stares at the light, drools randomly for a moment* "Eh? Hum? What? Oh, as I was saying, the city IS called CapaCity. No kidding. Purple building. Yellow letters. Maximum....uhhhhhhh DAMNIT WHAT WAS IT!? It was...uhm........................................................Maximum...............Oh. HERP. Maximum, that's just it. The rest was a massive graffiti mural of a rainbow."
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 6, 2011 4:19:55 GMT
The information has been acquired. Capa City, Maximum (sign on building in purple letters). Mural of a rainbow. That's all we need... The Nonja Fighter lives on wearing yellow Nonja robes, in a yellow cell. Temporarily9 decides what happens to him, and little changes as it ever has, at the Nonja Base.
End.
NEXT!
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 6, 2011 4:21:06 GMT
*falls into diarrhea* *is still sleeping* *wakes up* HALPIMDROWNINGIFIDIEYOUWONTGETANYINFORMATIONFROMMEANYWAY!
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 6, 2011 4:23:51 GMT
Hallo, my name is Norvon. I am submitting my formal request to do physical harm to dissidents know as Nonja Fighters for the greater good of civilization and to kill time.
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 6, 2011 22:57:38 GMT
I'm sure you're accepted already, Norvon... As for AP5... Stop falling asleep then. Stay awake and give me the information. Otherwise, drown. Then I'll just have to put in... The sludge.
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 6, 2011 23:17:48 GMT
HALP I HAVE A CONDITION I CAN'T STOP SLEEP- *begins snoring*
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 6, 2011 23:24:36 GMT
Alright then, let's see what we can extort out of this one.
*The "subject" is currently strapped to a table with a very bright lamp over their head. They are also in a very heavy coat.* I start by introducing myself, and walking around the table several times while staring at the "subject".
"Hmmmm...."
I continue pacing. I finally pull a razor out of my pocket and dip it in a solution of various natural acids, including hydrochloric and citric. I then cut the subject's wrists and walk away into the dark.
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 7, 2011 0:15:12 GMT
This is in Dimension #3.
Aaagh! My wrists! What have you done to me?! Argh, come back here and release me at once!
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 7, 2011 0:46:08 GMT
I smile to myself as I hear him call to me. Hahaha, how pathetic. I then turn the temperature of the chamber up considerably, almost 110 degrees farenheit. Keep in mind, the subject is in a heavy coat...
"Now then," I say from the dark, "where are the Nonja Fighter weapon shipments being sent? Answer me truthfully, and I will be merciful. Try and fool me, and I assure you, your stay will be most excruciating. So choose your next words carefully."
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 7, 2011 1:18:34 GMT
AP5, please do not make things up on the spot. Otherwise, I will stop your interrogation and deem you disrupting it... I refuse to interrogate someone who is simply God Modding himself into safety.
No, I won't give in to you, you Nonja Scum! You took my family and friends! I won't let you take any more other than myself!
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 7, 2011 1:28:02 GMT
I bring the chamber to the appropriate temperature to induce heatstroke and reduce common sense, among other things. I also increase the humidity so every breath is like breathing in pea soup.
"Hahaha, you are silly. We didn't take them, they came to us. They wanted to become like us. They want you to become like us and help us. They are waiting for you, and you may see them if you give me the information I need. So please, give me what i need to know and you may go to them. Some of them might even be watching right now. And they don't want to see you in pain."
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 7, 2011 2:56:05 GMT
Don't lie to me, you Nonja. I know your tactics. I know what you're trying to do. You just want me to... To... No... My family isn't here... It's... No, I must keep myself the only victim of this... Ugh...
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 7, 2011 3:23:22 GMT
HALP NO AHHH FINE I'LL TELL YOU *thinks hard* IT'S IN TEH SCHOOL, BUT I THINK IT MOVED ALREADY! PLEASE LET MEH GO!
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 7, 2011 3:58:19 GMT
School? What school do you refer to? I don't know what you're talking about, specify... *presses a button which sends two robotic pliers into the diarrhea-filled container and snap Anonymousperson5's hips.
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Post by Anonymousperson5 on Sept 7, 2011 4:53:37 GMT
GEH HALP IT'S IN WASHINGTON SOMEWHERE...SOMEONE NAMED MF GOES TO IT. HALP
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 8, 2011 1:14:55 GMT
"Victim? Oh, no no no, sir, you are sadly mistaken! We are trying to help you! Those cuts on your wrists, they were not to induce pain, no no no. It is medicine, my good sir! It may be painful, but it is for your own wellbeing! You are currently very ill, my friend! Your friends, your family, they worried about you! They requested we bring you in! You were a threat to yourself, and to others! This illness, it makes you quite hazardous to society! You see things that aren't there! You hear things that do not exist! The disease, it is tearing away at your mind and destroying your brain! So please, sir, I implore you! The Nonja Fighters have the cure to this disease, but they keep it a secret! They won't even give it to you or us! They want it all to themselves. And they kept that secret from you! Those were not weapon shipments, no, not entirely. They are shipments of this medicine as well! If you tell us there it is at, we can save many, many lives, including your own! Hundreds of lives are balanced on your choice to help us! And time for those people and for yourself is running out! Please, do not let all of those people die!"
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 8, 2011 1:41:23 GMT
Torture.
AP5, reveal the information. Otherwise, I will slowly kill you. Without killing you, of course. *presses a button which holds AP5's arms up above the putrid liquids, and inserts metal spikes into the ends, slowly...*
Now.
Being tortured.
Don't lie to me. Again, I know that... *cough* ... My family is dead. No one cares if I die. You haven't explained your wrist cutting... *cough* I can't... *cough*...
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Post by Skribbblie on Sept 8, 2011 2:27:37 GMT
"Through the wrists is the fastest way for me to safely administer our medicine, but it can only prolong the inevitable for so long. Sir, please, you are not thinking straight! The disease is quickly wearing away at your senses and cognitive function. We cannot give you any water, or this will speed up the progression... Here, see for yourself!"
At this point, I hold an MRI scan over your head. There is a large, abnormally colored portion taking up a significant area of the brain.
"Sir, this is reality. If you don't tell us where that shipment was bound for, you will die, and so will all the others. And it's not just other people out there... your friends told me not to tell you this, but I feel it is necessary. Your sister is suffering from the same disease, and hers is progressing even faster. If we don't act quickly, she will die within 12 hours."
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Post by Draxorion on Sept 8, 2011 2:35:21 GMT
I don't have a sister. Also, diseases? I heard them telling me that I was going to be tortured. Why are you trying to lie to me?! I don't have any diseases! Your MRI scan is a lie! A complete baloop!
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