07-17-2017, 02:34 AM
> reboot/setting login_profile_as "admin"
input admin password:
> 0101011101100001011011100110010001100001
Processing...
Password accepted
Welcome, The Vision
It was night. The Vision tried to stand up, struggling to do so. With some effort, he rolled over and pushed himself up. Once he was on his feet, he looked around to discern where he was. It appeared to be the Nexus, or at least a location aesthetically similar. One difference to note was that the fog of Silent Hill was still present, albeit red.
“Sweetie,” someone said behind him.
The Vision turned and met the gaze of Wanda Maximoff. Tears welled in his eyes.
“Wanda. This must be a hallucination.”
“No, it’s not. This is me, and this is you.”
The Vision’s ex-wife stepped slowly and seductively towards him.
“We could be together again.”
The Vision stepped back tentatively, but slowly. He vaguely allowed Wanda to approach him. She wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling it closer to her own. The android shuddered.
“We could... we could be happy.”
The Vision leaned in closer. He felt Wanda’s breath on his neck. She kissed it, and the Vision reached up to hold her cheek, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Suddenly, he pushed her back gently.
“Negative.”
Wanda’s face crumpled. “W...why?”
“Because you are not Wanda. Not... my wife.”
Wanda lowered her head in defeat. The red fog wrapped around her, and Wanda’s face disappeared. Willa Ironheart reappeared in her place.
“Why not?”
“Because... Because while you retain very similar quali... while I could pretend you are my wife...” the Vision blinked, “You are a stranger. A very powerful, hostile one.”
“What happened to your wife?” Willa asked.
“She hurt me,” the Vision replied, “She did things to me and... and...”
The Vision felt tears stream down his face.
“But it wasn’t her. She was taken by someone and turned into someone else.”
“And then?”
Willa had once more stepped right in front of the Vision. She was shorter than him, his chin meeting her nose. The Vision resisted the urge to wrap her in his arms.
“Then she was taken from me,” the Vision wept, “Then all of it was taken from me.”
“You miss her.”
“Yes.”
“I’m like her.”
“Yes.”
“I could be her.”
“...Yes.”
Willa smiled.
“And you could be Victor.”
“Yes.”
“Then why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be Victor,” the Vision muttered, “And I don’t want you to be Wanda. I want to live the truth. And the truth is... You’re not Wanda. You’re not the woman I fell in love with, and I don’t think either of us can live with that.”
Willa’s face fell.
“But you’re... you’re so much like Victor.”
“Yes.”
“And we’ve lost so much,” Willa continued, “Both of us. The world wants to make us so unhappy and now we have a chance to be happy.”
The Vision shook his head. “I can’t. You are Willa Ironheart, not Wanda Maximoff, and I am the Vision, not Victor Shade. We can’t be together.”
Willa glared. “Then I’ll kill you.”
The Vision nodded. “As expected.”
The Vision blinked and suddenly, he was face-down in the mud. Goku was kneeling a few feet away, trying to catch his breath.
“Now would be... a really good time to... get back up...”
The Vision jolted to a sitting position, then floated back to his feet. He reached out to the exhausted Goku with his right hand.
“I’m up,” the Vision replied with a triumphant smile.
The Witch rocketed forward, powered by the scarlet fog around her. The Vision retracted his hand shot up.
> set.selfvalue density zone[11051335] 210.3225%
Shifting...
The Vision’s right hand crystallized. The android quickly punched the Witch mid-flight, launching her off-course. She veered to the right, eventually crashing into a small wooden cabin.
> set.selfvalue density ($restore)
Shifting...
The Vision lowered himself back to the ground, and glanced at Goku.
“Kunain...” Goku spat blood out of his mouth. “I think she...”
“Scanners indicate that Kunain is not conscious, but his vital signs are stable.”
The cabin started to tremble, red light gleaming from the inside. The red light turned purple
“My calculations indicate that we should end this,” the android said in his cool voice, his blank eyes somehow piercing.
Goku grinned wide. “Ready when you are.”
The pair both kicked off the muddy ground and flew through the hole in the wall that the Witch had left. It was small, dank and overall miserable. There was one metal bunk and a small rotting wooden table in the middle, shining. The Vision blinked. Wooden tables don’t shine. After a closer analysis, the Vision concluded that the light was coming from on top of the table. Goku veritably cheered upon noticing it.
“Vision! That’s the Star Piece! It’s right-”
The Witch floated through the floor of the cabin, furious. She shrieked one more time, throwing Goku and Vision back out of the cabin. The Vision grimaced as his body strained to stand up again. Goku did the same. The overwhelming fog of Silent Hill grew red, as water does when blood is poured into it. The oppressive mist truly seemed organic, and it seemed angry, spinning furiously. It continued to spiral until it formed a small, storm-like entity of red wind. The Vision noted the sound of air-raid sirens in his head.
“I believe that she may be a manifestation of the fog,” the Vision said, “And she just gained possession of a powerful Artefact.”
Goku laughed. “Fun! Sounds like it’ll be tough!”
“Your definition of string value ‘fun’ does not correlate with mine.”
The air raids became louder, until it became nearly the only thing they could hear over the wind. The cabin was torn apart, its wooden structure fading away into the tornado. The Crimson Witch rose from where it had stood moments before, her red fog turning slightly purple. The rusty pyramid had once more formed around her head, and to Vision’s fascination, her right hand had become disproportionately large and rocky. Around her, decaying hands shot through the loose mud and began to claw their ways to the ground.
Goku grit his teeth. “No way.”
The undead were bloated, as if they had drowned. But they were also wearing the same armor the Vision had seen the vanguard of Darkshire wearing. The Vision and Goku glanced at each other, fully understanding exactly how much trouble they were in.
They nodded and charged into battle.
input admin password:
> 0101011101100001011011100110010001100001
Processing...
Password accepted
Welcome, The Vision
It was night. The Vision tried to stand up, struggling to do so. With some effort, he rolled over and pushed himself up. Once he was on his feet, he looked around to discern where he was. It appeared to be the Nexus, or at least a location aesthetically similar. One difference to note was that the fog of Silent Hill was still present, albeit red.
“Sweetie,” someone said behind him.
The Vision turned and met the gaze of Wanda Maximoff. Tears welled in his eyes.
“Wanda. This must be a hallucination.”
“No, it’s not. This is me, and this is you.”
The Vision’s ex-wife stepped slowly and seductively towards him.
“We could be together again.”
The Vision stepped back tentatively, but slowly. He vaguely allowed Wanda to approach him. She wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling it closer to her own. The android shuddered.
“We could... we could be happy.”
The Vision leaned in closer. He felt Wanda’s breath on his neck. She kissed it, and the Vision reached up to hold her cheek, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Suddenly, he pushed her back gently.
“Negative.”
Wanda’s face crumpled. “W...why?”
“Because you are not Wanda. Not... my wife.”
Wanda lowered her head in defeat. The red fog wrapped around her, and Wanda’s face disappeared. Willa Ironheart reappeared in her place.
“Why not?”
“Because... Because while you retain very similar quali... while I could pretend you are my wife...” the Vision blinked, “You are a stranger. A very powerful, hostile one.”
“What happened to your wife?” Willa asked.
“She hurt me,” the Vision replied, “She did things to me and... and...”
The Vision felt tears stream down his face.
“But it wasn’t her. She was taken by someone and turned into someone else.”
“And then?”
Willa had once more stepped right in front of the Vision. She was shorter than him, his chin meeting her nose. The Vision resisted the urge to wrap her in his arms.
“Then she was taken from me,” the Vision wept, “Then all of it was taken from me.”
“You miss her.”
“Yes.”
“I’m like her.”
“Yes.”
“I could be her.”
“...Yes.”
Willa smiled.
“And you could be Victor.”
“Yes.”
“Then why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be Victor,” the Vision muttered, “And I don’t want you to be Wanda. I want to live the truth. And the truth is... You’re not Wanda. You’re not the woman I fell in love with, and I don’t think either of us can live with that.”
Willa’s face fell.
“But you’re... you’re so much like Victor.”
“Yes.”
“And we’ve lost so much,” Willa continued, “Both of us. The world wants to make us so unhappy and now we have a chance to be happy.”
The Vision shook his head. “I can’t. You are Willa Ironheart, not Wanda Maximoff, and I am the Vision, not Victor Shade. We can’t be together.”
Willa glared. “Then I’ll kill you.”
The Vision nodded. “As expected.”
The Vision blinked and suddenly, he was face-down in the mud. Goku was kneeling a few feet away, trying to catch his breath.
“Now would be... a really good time to... get back up...”
The Vision jolted to a sitting position, then floated back to his feet. He reached out to the exhausted Goku with his right hand.
“I’m up,” the Vision replied with a triumphant smile.
The Witch rocketed forward, powered by the scarlet fog around her. The Vision retracted his hand shot up.
> set.selfvalue density zone[11051335] 210.3225%
Shifting...
The Vision’s right hand crystallized. The android quickly punched the Witch mid-flight, launching her off-course. She veered to the right, eventually crashing into a small wooden cabin.
> set.selfvalue density ($restore)
Shifting...
The Vision lowered himself back to the ground, and glanced at Goku.
“Kunain...” Goku spat blood out of his mouth. “I think she...”
“Scanners indicate that Kunain is not conscious, but his vital signs are stable.”
The cabin started to tremble, red light gleaming from the inside. The red light turned purple
“My calculations indicate that we should end this,” the android said in his cool voice, his blank eyes somehow piercing.
Goku grinned wide. “Ready when you are.”
The pair both kicked off the muddy ground and flew through the hole in the wall that the Witch had left. It was small, dank and overall miserable. There was one metal bunk and a small rotting wooden table in the middle, shining. The Vision blinked. Wooden tables don’t shine. After a closer analysis, the Vision concluded that the light was coming from on top of the table. Goku veritably cheered upon noticing it.
“Vision! That’s the Star Piece! It’s right-”
The Witch floated through the floor of the cabin, furious. She shrieked one more time, throwing Goku and Vision back out of the cabin. The Vision grimaced as his body strained to stand up again. Goku did the same. The overwhelming fog of Silent Hill grew red, as water does when blood is poured into it. The oppressive mist truly seemed organic, and it seemed angry, spinning furiously. It continued to spiral until it formed a small, storm-like entity of red wind. The Vision noted the sound of air-raid sirens in his head.
“I believe that she may be a manifestation of the fog,” the Vision said, “And she just gained possession of a powerful Artefact.”
Goku laughed. “Fun! Sounds like it’ll be tough!”
“Your definition of string value ‘fun’ does not correlate with mine.”
The air raids became louder, until it became nearly the only thing they could hear over the wind. The cabin was torn apart, its wooden structure fading away into the tornado. The Crimson Witch rose from where it had stood moments before, her red fog turning slightly purple. The rusty pyramid had once more formed around her head, and to Vision’s fascination, her right hand had become disproportionately large and rocky. Around her, decaying hands shot through the loose mud and began to claw their ways to the ground.
Goku grit his teeth. “No way.”
The undead were bloated, as if they had drowned. But they were also wearing the same armor the Vision had seen the vanguard of Darkshire wearing. The Vision and Goku glanced at each other, fully understanding exactly how much trouble they were in.
They nodded and charged into battle.
Quote:21923 words out of 13000.
Hear about the beacon in the fog.
Opt to cooperate with the guild.
Get lost in the fog.
Find my way into the suburbs.
Get lost in the fog again.
Make my way into the cabin.
Showdown. (Kill the enemies, the Astronomers, and claim the star piece.)
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