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The Cube (Gameplay)

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The Cube a giant dismal place with many doors leading to many rooms. No one knows how many rooms exactly lay within the Cube. Counting is useless, and marking the walls for the safe zones only helps on occasions. The Cube is as old as time itself. Created by an alien race in order to study the actions of humans in the most dark and terrifying moments. Many have passed through the doors of the Cube, and few have lived to tell the tails. Though laughed out by the people and passed off threw time. The Cube has existed since the dawn of humans, and maybe longer. The tails are obvious if you know where to look. They tell about the disappearance of human beings, the alien abductions. It’s all there you just need to know where to look. The Bermuda triangle, the lost colony, and many more. They are all stories of people being abducted, and if people ever look closer there would be hints of the Cube. This story has been changing, and moving. Different people, different experiences, different deaths.

But this is you. (starting) Five different people, no one has anything in common. Five people with their own past and own life. You now find yourself in one of the many safe rooms, but what you don’t realize is that the safe room you are in. They are the only true safe room; it will never change when the Cube moves. It will always stay the same, unlike the other safe rooms that may or may not change when the Cube moves. As for now everything is still, and quite. Nothing moving, no noise, no wind, only air, and the movement of you waking up. The room is rather large 30 x 30, a perfect square. There are bars that almost look like a ladder running up the middle of the walls, ceiling, and floor. In the middle of the ladders is what looks like doors. The doors seem like a simple turn, and slide open doors. In this I must say. . . . .

WELCOME TO HELL!

(note- each person starts in their own room as detailed in the above, you may post actions in witch the cube will react to, every post you make will be factored into a puzzle in some way, if anything you do needs a reaction by something/someone other than another player i will post in a comment twords you.Feel free to travel and explore the cube, use detail/imagination but keep it realistic and fun for everyone, no god actions or massive plot changes rapidly, also keep in mind the luck factor, you don't just happen to find something you need, or happen to run into someone in the first few mins, you could but just don't go overboard with your luck. This being said, time to have fun, i look forward to torturing i mean role playing with you all...good luck.)

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David groaned, slowly rising from the ground to prop himself up on his elbows. He rubbed his head for a second before he remembered what had happened before he awoke. Quickly springing upwards David ripped off his flight helmet and grabbed his M9 from his holster, eyes darting across the room, searching for threats. Satified that he wasn't about to be attacked immediately he lowered his weapon, still keeping the safety off if need be.

God damn terrorists...where the hell did they put me?

Taking a second look around David noticed that there seemed to be a door in the middle of each wall, ceiling and floor. Picking his flight helmet back up David put it back on his head as he approached the door directly to his front. Pausing for a moment David pulled his combat knife out of his boot and held it in his left hand.

I'd better mark the way I'm going just incase I get lost, seeing as how complicated and messed up this place is.

David then took his knife and marked the wall next to the door with a 1. David then reversed his grip on the knife as he walked over to the door. Slowing his breathing David slowly opened the door with his left hand, M9 in other, pointing forward. Ready.

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Heartbox opened her eyes. She tried to make out her surroundings. Dim blue light illuminated the room and they seem to come from behind the walls, ceiling and floor. Oddly enough, she had all her clothes on and was not handcuffed to anything. In fact, there was no furniture in the room at all, not even a bed. She sighed. Another psycho? She had to start being more cautious in picking out clients the next time.

"How long was I passed out?" she wondered. The last thing she remembered was being at home.

Strange, I don't take calls at home

She searched her mind for a face before she blacked out. All she could recall was Ghostie's furry face - quite possibly the cutest one in the world. She remembered putting him back in his cage and then.....nothing.

A home invasion? Did someone track me back to where I live?

A door creaked open. No time for guesses now. She reached for her knife.

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Entering the room swiftly, David checked his corners quickly before looking at the layout of the room. He raised an eyebrow when it looked almost exatly the same as the last one.

Hearing a noise David whirled around quickly, raising his weapons. He was met with a beam of light, and while it wasn't blinding due to his flight helmet he still couldn't make out anything besides a silhouette.

"Freeze! Get down on the ground, now!" David shouted as he shifted his stance so he could easily move quickly to get out of the line of fire.

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Maximillian awakes, opening his eyes. Expect they were still closed. He tried to open them again. This time, he was sure they were open. To make sure, he tried to touch his eyes. Instinctively, his eyes blinked. Was he blind? He didn't know. Maximillian got up. He looked around. Of course he didn't see anything, because he was blind. Or because it was just too dark. IN fact, it was so dark, that he couldn't see anything at all. Not his hand in front of his face, not the ground, not the ceiling, nothing! It was oblivion. Maximillian never saw oblivion before. He always wanted too. Once, on a cruise ship, he turned off all the lights in the cabin and went out into the balcony, hoping to see absolute blackness. He never saw absolute blackness. There was always some sort of light. And if there wasn't, then he was looking just a few inches away from something covering his vision at night. And that wasn't oblivion. You can always tell when something is right in front of you. Strange how that happened. On that cruise though, the damn ship had lights at the bottom. So it wasn't oblivion, but this was. And the blackness was utterly amazing. He tried to stop breathing for a minute. It was perfectly silent and still. Incredible. Then he started to hear his heart beat. It was no longer silent.

Max started to worry. But he shouldn't worry. Worrying never helps. Plus, what if he was trapped here forever? He would always worry if he started worrying now. And that wouldn't be very enjoyable. Max strived to always be happy, even in adversity. This was no exception. But nevertheless, he should probably look for a way out, or look around. He should also remember what happened before he fell asleep. Before anything else, Max sat down and began to think....

And then he wondered: was it morning or night?

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Liam

As you fled to the other room you quickly realized the rapid loss of blood. You vision hazy and reflexes slowed. As you gazed upward the room appeared spinning and foggy, weather it truly is or if its your current state, no one knows. Visions of the past flood in, the trees, leaves, all the running, running from what and why? A faint scream in the background, you don't remember that in your thoughts, maybe you repressed it, maybe it was you, maybe it was all a dream. All the thoughts come racing to you but you come to your senses and study the room intensely. This room is unlike the others...only two doors not counting the one you came from. One to your left, and one to your right. The left door marked with the number 1, and the right door darker than the left, left unmarked. The choice is yours but choose wisely for god knows what beasts lay dormant behind closed doors.

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David

The other vanished leaving a trial of blood, slowly mixing with your own. The wound is not fatal but you know as well as anyone what the open flesh wound can turn into left unattended. Every step you take pushing it closer and closer to becoming unsustainable What a little prick. You think to yourself as the others face appears in your mind. While refocusing yourself you are startled by what seems to be a unexplanable self cleaning of the cube. The others blood, vanished. But you have no time to question or ponder this nonsense, a scream can be heard coming from a door opposite the way the other fled.

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Max, Heart, no fear for you soon will be very strongly involved. Feel free to move around and dig deep into your characters mind or even experiment/learn about the cube, for your time is coming.

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Code. A bug here, an error there. Everything progressing smoothly. Soon tonight's update will be ready. On time for the-wait. A black spot appears in the code. Its spreading, burning through everything, turning parts of the code against itself in a malicious attack! Maybe if he could just section off the part were the virus is....its too late! Theres no time! Soon it will reach the critical processes and crash the game! Oh noes!

Chris wakes with a fright, covered in sweat. "What happened? Where am...how did i get..." he trails off, and tries to stand up. His muscles are sore. He must have been out for some time. "Wasnt I....thats right...." He begins to remember "I was meeting with that IRISh man/woman. We where going to grind to finish the update....but...what...how..."

As he walks around the small, square room, Chris attempts to remember the events of that night. He is sure that he made the meeting, but cant remember anything past that. Frustrated, he opens his godly laptop for clues, the coding status of the update and his player base the last things on his mind. He finds the update to be coded, and finished, but never implemented into the rest of the game for testing(on the local computer of course). And theres something else....the coding seems...different, somehow. And his hard drive has 30 more gigs of information on it then it did before. He turns his beast off to save power.

Chris walks around the room and stretches, trying to regain proper movement throughout his body, trying to figure out the jumble of memories left behind, and contemplating the single door into/out of the room...

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Liam

The darkness has overcame you, the room shifts, noises echo in every corner. A feeling of that within a elevator overcomes your motionless body as you dream, the teachers, coaches, students, so called friends and family. What did they truly say to you, behind your back, about you, with you. Hazy memories flood your mind, unable to pin point exact quotes, specific events, your left with nothing but shuddering paranoia of thoughts. Then the cold hits you, the room has stoped, and your body senses something...you are not alone.

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Chris

Your computer makes a odd noise, code starts typing itself, a virus, or a miracle, you cannot tell. If only you fully understood coding...The next thing you know the room is shifting, flashing lights, moving in every witch way. In the event you are thrown to the ground separated from your beloved PC witch flys into a darkened corner. As you regain yourself and look to the computer, you notice the computer screen illuminating something...a bit to hard to tell from your distance...could it be...a corpse!?

Edited by anman

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It was in the afternoon when was Max was abducted, he was sure of it. He remembered walking home. He remembered feeling dizzy. He remembered sitting down. And what happened next? He forgot. Max got up again. He decided to find out how big this place here was. Only one way to find out He picekd a direction, and started walking. Then, suddenly, he felt like running. It was probably a terrible idea. He didn't know what could be on the ground in front of him. Plus, he shouldn't be wasting his energy or risk getting hurt. It was a terrible idea, but Max always liked to dare himself to doing things, just to prove some stupid point. Sometimes he would resist urges like this just to prove he could resist them. This time, he wanted to prove he would be willing to take the urge. gently caress it, Max thought, and he ran.

Two seconds later Max slams straight into a wall, face first. Bad idea he thought. But he found a wall, and that was good news. He noticed then that the wall was filled with metal bars. It was a ladder, going upward. He thought about going up, but thankfully, he didn't get the urge this time. Maximillian then remembered he had a flash-light in his backpack. He wouldn't have eveer hit a wall if he had his flashlight out. Max opens the last pouch in his pack and pulls out a small LED light from his keychain. Shining it in all directions, he couldn't see any other walls or much else. He then pointed up. There was a door straight above him, about 20 feet or so high, he guessed. No way he'd do that. Not yet at least. He started walking in one direction along the wall. He found another door. Taking a deep breath, Max opened it....

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Liam

(awaiting chris's post)

Max

The door swung open with much force. It was as if a strong wind had flung it open. The rust on the hinges made a loud scream a thought came to mind, this place must be old if it has rust and no upkeep, old enough and will kept aging without anyone coming to aid. Your mind races back as you venture forward your light illuminating the walls. And then you see it, a message on the wall. "fifteen, fourteen, five. Dash. twenty three, one, twenty five. Dash. fifteen, twenty one, twenty. " What could it mean? Under the blood stained message is a hall, with three doors in it, labeled I, IV, and XIV.

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John sat up, massaging his forehead, pulling away to find a trickle of blood on his slightly shaking hand. He snorted, shaking his head. They always heal up too quickly, John thought sourly.

"I'm gonna feel that one in the..."

He looked around, finally realizing that he had no idea where he was. The room was basically a giant square, with lines...bars along the floors, walls and ceiling. John looked around again, No cameras, no windows, some doors and these weird bar things. Crawling over to a set, he gripped one of the bars with his bloody hand and discovered that it was easy to grip. It's a ladder? But it's on the floor.

John did yet another sweep of the room. Satisfied, he struggled to his feet. He checked himself over. The headache was back, he still had his knives, wallet, and torch. He checked his phone. No power.

Growling, John made his way towards the closest door, pulled out his torch and folding knife, his favorite and cautiously pushed open the door.

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Max stared at the blood stained message. He didn't like riddles. They excersized his mind, and forced him to think at the time the riddle demanded. He knew the worst idea was probably to sit around waiting for him to think of a good idea. Then he realized he still had his phone. He felt like a dumbass for not checking for signal earlier. He checked his phone. No signal. gently caress it. Max goes to the first door and tempts opening it. He got a bad feeling though before doing it. So he proceeded onto the next door, and then the last. He felt afraid to do any. Whoever was playing this on him, he wasn't going to play along. This was his life, no one else's. Max turned around, step back through the door he came from, and continued to trace the wall searching for another door. It didn't take too long to find one...

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Max

Max was surprised to find that this room looked unlike the others. Bright lights, clean, neat, safe looking. As he steeped in he felt heat, a nice and warm room, the others had been freezing but he had been to busy to notice. The warm air against his skin felt conferting and as he relaxed walking deeper into the cozy room it happened. The door slammed shut, the lights flickered, and the heavenly room turned into hell. The last thing he needed right now. He was almost to frightening by the series of events to notice the noise.

John

John entered the next room, looking like a mirror of the one he was just in. He walked towrds the closest door and as he reached to open it he saw something, out of the corner of his eye. Written under the handle, "Ashcrofty" was there writing on every door that he had not noticed before? As he began to ponder he heard something. A echo of something ticking from a room not to far from his.

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Liam

( still awaiting chris's post)

Heartbox

(awaiting a pm or post saying your still playing) (1st warning)

David

(awaiting a pm or post saying your still playing) (1st warning)

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Max panicked. And ran back to the door and started banging on it. He didn't realize how cold it was. He then strated to yell and scream. He only heard an echo. That meant it was a big room, right? He wasn't sure though. He couldn't think. His heart was racing, beating so much as if it was about to pop right out. He tried to think again. It still didn't work. He had to focus. He sat down, and stared at the floor. Calming his heart rate, he tried to think. He then realized the ticking. He yelled again. Long echo. Ok, big room, he thought. The door was locked, and slammed shut somehow. He checked hsi watch. 9:33 am. He couldn't believe he forgot about checking the time. Maximillian had a habbit of checking the time. He checked again. Still 9:33am. If it was a dream, chances are it wouldn't be the same time, especially when he tried to imagine the time as 12:40. So, it wasn't a dream. Someone was screwing with him. And this must be a dangerous plaace, too. There was blood on the last wall, wasn't there? And something was wrong with his perceptions. He imagined a warm cozy room, right? He needed food and water. That was a must for survival. He took his water bottle out of his backpack, and took a long sip. He wouldn't take a long sip ever again. But he needed to, the first time. He had to calm down and get himself together. Survivalists do that, don't they? He took out the knife he snuck into school. Thank God he did. He liked to dare himself on adventures like that, for no real reason. This was no exception. He grabbed the knife, but kept the case on. Whatever it was called. He wouldn't want to fall on it, would he? In case he had to run. he then took out his flashlight again, and pinned the keychain to his jean belt hole thingy. He didn't know what that was either. Flashing it around, he now knew i twas a big room. Just like the old one: Ladders running everywhere. But they were no doors. Why weren't there any doors. He better explore for a door. He then realized how cold it was. Wasn't it warm a minute ago? He put his sweat shirt on, got up, and started to walk along the wall. He must never walk away from the wall.

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Ashcrofty? Ashcroft? Ashcroft is a name, but what's with the "y" on the end? John thought. It was then he began to hear a ticking noise coming from different room. Strange noises had always made john feel like he was in danger, so he decided to go with opening the Ashcrofty door. Thinking that the ticking noise should hopefully cover the sound of opening the door, John pulled out his folding knife and flipped it out. Very slowly, with one hand he pushed the door open slightly. He could make out the heavy breathing of...someone...or something.

John stood very still, door only slightly ajar. He quickly assessed the situation in his mind once more. Okay, think about this. Somethings inside, I'm not dead yet so I don't think he's seen me.

"No way out?" A voice came from the room.

Male. Sounds young. A kid? Maybe. Okay, at least I won't have to face a wrestler.

John decided he would have to take him by surprise. He didn't recognise the voice so it became an instant threat, for now anyway.

Taking a deep breath, stepping back quietly, John kicked in the door and yelled at the top of his voice, knife at the ready:

"HEY!"

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Muttering a long string of curses under his breath that would make a sailor blush, David looked at the door where the punk ran.

Tearing his eyes from the door he looked down at his arm, examining the wound that he had received. David prodded the wound gently, retracting his hand quickly and hissing in pain.

Holstering his pistol and knife, David leaned down and torn off the lowest part of his flight suit off. He then proceeded to wrap the peice of cloth around the wound, tying it tightly to prevent infection of wreaking havoc on the wound.

David looked around for a bit, wary of the door from which the scream had come from.

Taking out his pistol once again, David jogged lightly to the door and threw it open without hesitation.

Edited by Dohnutninja

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Suddenly, after hearing no voice but his own for the past hour or so, with complete silence everywhere, he here's a sudden HEY!

Max, frightened and startled, fell backwards, unsheathed his knife and flicked on the flashlight. Stepping backwars a few steps while still on the ground, he says: "Look man. I don't want any trouble. You stuck here too?" He said this when genuine fear. The guy looked crazy. He must have been stuck in this place for a while. The guy looked like he was in his twenties, but maximmilian wasn't sure. he wasn't very good with age. The guy responded with a simple grunt. Max didn't think he could trust this guy. But he might as well. If the guy really wanted to kill a frightened 15 year old, he'd have no trouble doing it any ways. To show harmlessness, Max sets down his knife and steps to the side a bit. Not too far though, just in case. He couldn't believe he had to make sure it was within arm's reach. He watched too many apolocalyptic TV shows to realize self centeredness and distrust ended up killing everyone. But the last thing he wanted was to put his full trust and life into the hands of a crazy 20 year old with a folding knife in his hands and looked like he had a thirst for blood.

"Know what's going on here?" Max asked. He waited for a response.

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