It said "Reply... MARIA! *angst*" which was comedy enough in itself what with the whole replying thing and Shadow was coming out. Some guys said it was great, others say "meh" but I probably won't bother until it comes out at Blockbuster. Whatever. I post in that topic a few times and probably annoy someone again, most likely with rampant XBox propaganda. Next forum.
Click, click, keyboard, post. Bumped up the old spam topic. Someone's gotta post last, or it will never end, will it? Had nothing better to do now that SX, Terg, and Teal were off the MoFo chat. they had to leave, so they did. Yippee skippee.
I wasn't tired enough to go to bed yet, and well, I was just bored. If only they got back on, or maybe if Ru Mane got on for once in his lifetime.
I go to strike the tab key, trying to quick-select the password box so I could get into the MoFo chat. The tab key strikes back with a searing heat that instantly makes my shout and forms a blister on my pinky. But the tab key wasn't done. Not yet; the tab key had a personal vendetta against me. The heat from it radiated through the whole room, agonizing. I saw a banana split itself open and melt all over after swelling from the heat. Plastic cups melted. Wood burned. Glass shattered. And there I was in the thick of it, screaming. Nothing you have ever done could have described it. Scalding, flaming heat, and yet, my flesh is not consumed. The pain radiates off the walls, off my skin, but it was not physically hurting me. I couldn't see; everything went blurry, then black, and I was gone.
welcome
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c:/Progam Files/mofomeet/inituser
id: theimpossiblebox
pass: *********
loading... ok
NAME:Ben Wilson
AGE: 14
SEX: Male
Birth: DEC 5 1990
Skin: White
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Build: Husky
Equipped: "RUSSEL ATHLETICS" T-Shirt, Blue Jeans.
Personality: Cynical yet respectful and highly hopeful for improvement in various abilities.
initiating transfer... ok
I was back awake as if nothing had ever happened. The blister remained there on my pinky finger, but there was no sign of the scorching I was on the ass-end of before I came to. I may as well have imagined the whole entire thing, because all I could do was think it had happened with any proof that it did other than a blister that meant nothing.
It's a cold marble floor that I was laying on, and I make a point to get off it. It's early in the morning according to the antique grandfather clock just near. It must be worth a fortune. Then again, this mansion is probably worth a couple fortunes. Definately very expensive: "This is too classy for you, Ben."
Then again, I always hated formalities, so here I am dusting myself off and making way from a small kitchen into a grand dining hall.
"Hello? Is... anyone here? Hello!"
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We all know our characters all well and good, but what about the people behind them? This is a domain we have yet to explore to the best of our knowledge, and the goal is to ultimately try and be yourself if you were in such a situation. You don't need to use your real name, but the point is to emulate you the real you as best as you can. The fun aspect is this: you are the you that visits the good ol' MoFo, and so is everyone else. Imagine the situation if several people, by chance alone, met from this forum. And they knew. Haven't you ever wondered what the people on this place are like in real life?
Go figure it out.
NAME: Classified, but we'll say Michael Jackson
AGE: Classified, but we'll say 20.
SEX: Male (of that, we can be certain)
Birth: Classified, but we'll say AUG 17 1985.
Skin: White, or pink, or whatever, with those cheeks that frequently glow rosy for no reason.
Hair: Blond of varying degrees. Oh, and let's just skip the orange beard for now, eh?
Eyes: Blue/Green, dependant upon how much sunlight I've had.
Build: ? Err...moderately average>>big-boned?
Equipped: Decently baggy blue jeans in good condition, save for the paint smudges on the right knee-leg. Light blue-gray T-shirt. Glasses with thick black frames and lenses (though the lenses aren't that thick!)
Personality: Easygoing, not assertive, but will do what he feels is necessary. Likes to go with the flow, letting others make the decisions.
*****
Whatever just happened, is beyond me...I could theorize, of course, and I already have, actually. A voice from another room reaches my ears. I get the feeling I'm not supposed to be here...adjusting my glasses by rubbing my index finger along my nose, I find a quiet seat and sit down, and look around for a book or something to pretend-read, so I can act as though I didn't hear him.
(OOC: lol at first I was wondering about this...I play RPs to escape RL, not play it...but I've been thinking and I can see the potential lol.
Ok I'll try it. Everything below is me, save for the name.)
NAME: Jason White
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: 26th December 1984
SKIN: White
HAIR: Black, very wavy (curly when it gets too long) with a patch of grey on the fringe. (That's right, 20 and I'm already going grey! Apparently it runs in the family...my grandfather had completely white hair by the time he was 25!) Also wears a full beard.
EYES: Hazel
BUILD: Big and hulking. A little overweight.
CLOTHING: Due to lack of employment, usually a set of blue shorts and T-shirt PJs with a thick red cotton dressing gown over the top.
PERSONALLITY: Somewhat quiet and introverted due to depression, but has a sence of dignity about him. Is very level headed and thoughtful. Has a good sence of humour, but rarely shows it. Is quite intelligent, and has strong viewpoints on some subjects, but sometimes lacks the confidence to put them forward, especially to people he doesn't know. Is friendly and caring as much as he can be though, and has unshakable loyalty to his friends.
IC:
"What the...???"
This wasn't my room, nor was this bed my sofa-bunk! I thought for a moment, trying to remember if I was staying at someone elses house. Sometimes after just waking up it was possible to forget you were actually at a friends.
But no, I had definitely gone to sleep at home, and this was certainly not the house of any of my friends! I looked around at the expensive looking wood panneling...the luxurious carpet and thick curtains. Where the hey was I?
I felt fear deep inside me, but I controlled it. There had to be a logical explanation for this. Let's see...I had been updating my RPs on the MoFo, then I had switched off the PC and gone to bed. It had taken a while to switch off...it always did since NTL had freaked my E-mail, so that was normal...
...and that was it! I had lay awake for a short while thinking about RPs, then gone to sleep, and woken up...here...
I needed to find out where I was! I got out of the bed, noticing my dressing gown hung at the end of it. If I was in somewhere completely different, how come that had got here too? Someone must have brought me here while I was asleep...how they did it without waking me I had no idea...and left that there for when I woke.
The strangest thing of all though, was why?
I heard a voice calling from somewhere downstairs. The thick wood of the door dulled the sound into incoherabillity, but it was a voice, that was certain! Maybe the guy would have some answers! I slid on my dressing gown and pulled on my slippers, which had also been placed by the bed for me to find, apparently, and left the room slowly, looking round warily as I did so...
(OOC: lol I want to make another character, to kick this into high gear, but I can't! Oh, minor detail, the 'Build' isn't anywhere near accurate. My arms are pretty skinny, but my legs (read: calves and thighs) are huge! If my lungs weren't so weak, I'd be on a track team!)
Now there was someone upstairs! Getting the impression that there were more people in this seemingly empty big house, and finding no reading material that I wanted to be caught reading, I stand up. My senses reach out, and I find that it isn't difficult for me to pick up the location of a lot of things.
Grandfather clock in the next room over. Wind chimes out a back patio. The slight creak of wood as it gives from the person upstairs stepping on it. The imaginary flicker of the lights catches my fancy. This place is pretty cool, and, well...pretty!
With a deep breath, I try to relax, but my shoulders just tighten up that much more. Now or never, I suppose...
"Hello there," I call out, "do you own this place?"
"I wish I did... it's a friggen' mansion after all. Uh... who are you?" Ben said.
"I'm... Micheal Jackson."
"Cool. I'm Ben Wilson... Do you... wanna try to find out what's going on here?" Ben said while looking up at the person. He was definately older than him. Why was he always the younger one?
Micheal shrugged and nodded.
"Cool." Ben said as he was turning around to a staircase he spotted earlier. He spotted someone else at the bottom of a staircase, looking about as old as the person he had already met. He was about to say something, when a the sound of the hugest plasma screen TV any of them have seen came to life near a couch.
It attracted attention to all three of them not because not only was it any gamer's love, but the display said something a bigt out of place.
It said "9:26 AM - MoFoer Lodge."
Ben couldn't help but blurt out "MoFo? I was just on there... I think."
Jason was wary, looking round at the room and the screen, his eyes finally coming to rest on the other two figures in the room. His mind was completely lost! He wanted some answers...and soon!
"Who are you two, and where am I?" he asked in a wary, confused voice.
"I'm Ben Wilson this i-"
"Micheal Jackson," Micheal interupted.
"Yeah. We don't really know any more than you do about this place. I don't really remember what I was doing before I showed up here..." he glanced back to the TV and went over to it. No buttons, no remote... nothing but the AV sockets. He tugged on the cords leading into the AV sockets and it pulled open a small door that covered a shelf under the TV. A Gamecube was on the other end, disc tray open, Super Smash Brothers Melee plugged in.
Ben shut the door and turned back to them. "It looks like there's noone here... should we leave? It's not our place..."
Michael glanced around. "Well, I'm not sure exactly the goal behind the inter-dimensional transportation we were apparently subjected to, but I am inclined to theorize that we are to use the facilities as we choose..."
He glanced at the confused looks the others were giving him, and he blushed. "Heh, sorry." He held his hands together behind his back. "But listen, if this place is meant for MoFoers to hang out in, then maybe we should. Whaddya wanna do?"
Aaaaaand...these guys seemed to be insane! Jason was leaning on the doorpost of the room, listening as the other two talked. He didn't trust them...he didn't trust anyone until he got to know them, but the strange circumstances of their meeting made these two considerably less trustworthy in his viewpoint!
It had to be some kind of wierd dream...he'd had very real dreams in the past! None so real as this, but there was a first time for everything! Yeah, that was it...he was dreaming one of the more wierder dreams of his life.
He had heard about some dreams being so strange that the person dreaming realised it wasn't real, but he'd never experienced it before!
He scratched his head as the other two went quiet after Micheal's question. Well if this was a dream, he may as well resign himself to playing along until he woke up.
"Nah, we're not supposed to be here." he muttered, more thinking outloud than talking to the others. "I'm taking a look outside, finding out where we are." Not waiting for a reply, he left the room and headed down the hall to the large, ornate door at the front of the house...
"...Er... MoFoers... uh..." Ben was a bit knocked back. There's no way they were thinking of the same thing. Impossible. Crazy talk.
Yet...
"Hey... what do you mean by MoFoers? I mean... you wouldn't be referencing a web site, would you?"
Eyes following Jason's path, Michael whispered to himself, "huh, didn't even tell us his name..."
He turned to Ben. "Oh, sorry! I shouldn't have expected you to know what I was meaning. Yes, I was referring to a web site, something called 'The Mobius Forum'. You haven't, by chance, heard of it, have you?"
Ben's eyes went wide open. He was shocked for a second but eventually spoke.
"Do you know... The Impossible Box, by any chance?" he asked with a grin.
"So you do know of the MoFo!" Michael adjusted his glasses with a finger, a gesture of excitment. "I wouldn't say I know know The Impossible Box, but I do know of him...at least, I assume it's a him. You never know with the Internet...why do you ask?"
Jason hadn't picked up on the "MoFo" mention, his mind so buisy with other things. Now he could only hear the other's voices as indestinct mumblings as he strode down the hall towards the front door of the house.
It was very ornate, just like the rest of the house, thick, made of some kind of heavy wood, varnished until gleaming and decorated with an ornate gold handle. The large oval window in it held the parretn of a large orange object...he blinked for a moment as he noticed it was a very fat chicken with what appeared to be a yellow clockwork key sticking out of it's back! He grinned slightly as he examined it. He'd been spending too much time on the computer for something like this to invade his dreams!
He reached for the handle of the bouncing chicken-door and pulled it open, staring out into the large garden beond...
...and what a garden! It was huge, and obviously very expensive! The grass was neatly trimmed and evenly laid out on either side of what appeared to be a driveway filled with yellow gravel, that arched away across the field ahead and into some trees in the distance. Patches of flowers stood out like islands in the grass expanse, and on the right of the driveway as he was looking at it was a large stone fountain with water cascading from a central dias into the pool below.
There was writing engraved into the stone of the fountain. He hopped down the marble steps from the door and walked over to it, his feet crunching on the gravel path. The engraved writing was also done ornately, like all the words were some kind of motto or something. The wierdest of all, though, were what they said!
"PARADOX!!! *Jumps out the nearest window*"
"SX is more fun alone"
"Harley is sexah!"
Okay, he was DEFINITELY spending too much time on the computer!
He glanced around, looking at the parklike grounds and up at the huge mansion he had come out of. This was crazy...the wierdest dream of all time! And yet...it felt so REAL!
He sat down on the stone wall of the fountain for a moment, thinking...
"I'm him! That's me, I'm The Impossible Box! You go there too, don't you? Who are you on there?" Ben asked, unable to stop smiling. He was thinking of the incredibly circumstances of what was happening. Maybe the other person was from the place too... this was insane. It felt surreal, to meet these other people who were never anything but a name on a screen before.
Michael's jaw dropped. "This guy is...no way!" He recovered by posing in an unusual stance, and delaring, "I'm Tergonaut!"
This stunned even The Impossible Box, long enough for Michael to fold his arms and stand sideways, casting a sheepish grin towards Ben. "No, I'm not. I'm the Wayfarer."
"Oh yeah, Wayfarer. I know you. As far as your joke goes, though, I can only say one thing."
Ben paused for a second and said "This greatly offends me!" while doing his best to imitate the emoticon }:O. He couldn't hold back a laugh after he said it.
"Oh man, this is crazy. So many in-jokes that noone else would get. Damn... just crazy." Ben said with a nod. "What if... everyone from the forum was here? Even Tergonaut or Craig or Vec... or maybe, frighteningly enough, the BMFH himself. We gotta go look for these people!"
Michael laughed at Ben's face. "Hah, I have nothing to say in my defense."
"Y'know, I've always wondered what B.M.F.H. stands for." He held up a hand quickly. "No, don't tell me. I think it's better this way."
"The mansion is big enough that others could be here and we don't even know it. I wonder if..." He was going to say 'if Triple-S is here', but now he blushed as he stopped himself. Was he insane? Meeting girls in real life was always nerve-racking, much less ones he couldn't help but adore!
Changing the subject, he said, "Hmm...I wonder then who that other guy we saw was?"
"That other guy" was currently wondering around the front of the mansion, looking for any clues as to where he was, or even what he was supposed to do next! This was wierd...it didn't feel like a dream...it felt too solid...to real...
but of course, it couldn't be.
He walked the length of the mansion to the left of the door, looking down the side of the house to see a large garden enclosed by a tall hedge, then he went to the other end and looked out over more of the massive lawn...almost as big as a soccer pitch!
He was still completely in a quandry...most dreams he had had procided of their own accord, and he was drawn along with it inexhonerably, but this one seemed to be waiting for him to do something.
Well, he may as well try to do something. He thought again about the two figures inside the house...maybe they'd hold some clues as to what this was all about.
He turned and crunched over the gravel again, back to the house. He wasn't particularly keen on talking to people he didn't know, but it seemed he didn't have much choise in the matter.
That was strainge too...in his dreams, his paranoya had never bothered him before...
"I don't know. He doesn't look like anyone I've heard about," Ben said while looking around. In his absentminded gaze, he saw someone out the window. "That's him!" he told Michael. "Let's go ask him who he is..." He walked briskly toward a door and opened it, shouting at the guy outside. "Hey. Hey! Do you... know a place called the Mobius Forum? On the internet?"
Jason blinked in shock, momentarilly speechless! Just where was this dream going??? And what was so special about the MoFo that the whole dream was saturated by it???
He nodded slowly. "Yeah...yeah I know it. Why?"
"We're from there, man!" exclaimed Ben excitedly. "What's your name?"
"Wait a minute...what do you mean you're from there?"
"We visit the forums! I'm The Impossible Box, and he's Wayfarer! We've met on there, but we didn't know it!"
Jason ran a hand through his hair, beginning to chuckle to himself in disbelief. This was the dream of the century...it was priceless! "Well I guess that explains the bouncing chicken door and the quotes on the fountain." he muttered, more to himself than the other two. Just what was so special about the MoFo for it to take up such a massive part of his dream though, even having characters of people he'd never met?
"I, uh...I'm Wraith." he replied, glancing back at the other two. "Wraith the Echidna."
Ben started to chuckle to himself as well. "Well if it isn't Mr. PLaystation 2 himself!" he exclaimed through laughs. "Man. Remember our BIONAUTs RP?"
"Yeah..." Jason said.
"This is like some kind of crazy dream... but there's no way it's a dream, it's way too real." Ben said thoughtfully. "Anyways, me and Micheal were going to look for other MoFoers. Did you wanna come?"
Jason seemed unsettled for a moment...he glanced around again a little uncertainly and once again ran a hand through his hair. After a moment he nodded slowly. "Yeah...yeah okay."
He glanced down at his red dressing gown and brown slippers. "Please excuse my clothes." he muttered, grinning a little sheepishly.
OOC: Umm... yo, I'm a friend of 'Wayfarer'. He told me to 'post' this up while he is, uh, 'unavailable', so here it is, from a document he had prepared for this.
"I figured I'd let this RP die, when The Impossible Box made that announcement in the MF Central. It seems that he's still posting, though, so I apologize for my absence."
IC:
Michael waved a hand, dismissing the need for embarrassment. "Hey, don't worry about it. If you think that's something, you should see me at home!"
Briefly, an image of baby blue and cotton candy pink danced in his mind, and oh! those winking sheep. He shook it out, as the surreal effect was a bit much. In a way, he was glad at Wraith's reaction. They had RPed together several times, and he had half-expected some sort of outburst.
