07-02-2017, 05:05 AM
The team slowed down as they approached the border of Silent Hill.
“Query,” the Vision asked, “is the fog bounded by a line?”
“It covers the town,” Agent Ironheart explained, “But it never goes over the border of the town.”
“Don’t try and be logical with it,” Salvador muttered, “if you can manage.”
“Of course,” Vision replied, “When mystical elements are present, the laws of physics may change at whim. We have dealt with magical entities in the past.”
Mr. Wright nodded. The Vision didn’t think the Terminator actually had any personal experience with the magical, but he was once a human. It was likely that Mr. Wright’s robotic nature would not interfere with his adaptation to the mystical environment.
“Fine,” Ironheart groaned, “Let’s move.”
The Vision floated forward apprehensively. He knew enough about Silent Hill after the debriefing he received from Agent Ironheart and Lysander. He knew there would be horrors inside, and he knew that chances of survival were slim, chances of retaining sanity near non-existent. Thus, the Vision felt nervous. Yet the Vision also had a sinking feeling that he was not at all prepared for this journey, physically or emotionally, that he was simply stepping into something he should have anticipated.
Ignoring the feeling, the Vision continued to float into the oppressive fog, accompanied on foot by the team.
After 3 minutes and 22.053 seconds, the fog became oppressive. It was difficult to see, even considering the Vision’s advanced sensory capabilities. Visual confirmation of his team became increasingly difficult. The ground became less and less muddy, eventually revealing chunks of concrete and the occasional litter marking the outskirts of a city.
After 5 minutes and 18.331 seconds, the Vision and the rest of the team had stopped to ensure that the entire team was moving in unison. Ironheart explained that it was impossible to arrive where you wanted to, and that another mystical effect of the fog was that it was extremely difficult to stay together.
After 8 minutes and 40.103 seconds, the Vision realized that it was impossible to notice details regarding his team, instead only seeing outlines. Even Mr. Wright, who was directly beside the Vision, admitted he could hardly see anything of the Vision except for a caped outline. The fog was so dense that it threatened Vision’s molecular stability, so he decided to increase his density as to not be carried away by the fog.
After 13 minutes and 34.006 seconds, the Vision was unsure if there was anything more to the universe than fog.
After 1003401 minutes and 637.cfj seconds, there was no doubt in the Vision’s mind that the rest of his life was only fog.
After 502034105, there was no escape. Only fog.
The Vision’s internal clock noticed a discrepancy and reset. He jolted into awareness, a sensation not unlike rebooting his systems. The android noticed that, in fact, only 43 minutes and 56.305 seconds had passed since they entered the fog. He further noted that he could not see anyone nearby.
The Vision felt his stomach drop, which his damage reports failed to mention.
“Mr. Wright?” he called out.
The android turned around, his ears tuned to listen for any signs of life.
“Agents?”
There was nobody around him. He stood on asphalt, two large stripes of white paint trailing off deeper into the fog. Vision tried to access his GPS, but he could not retrieve any signal whatsoever. Watching his surroundings, however, he determined that he must be in the town itself. He could see pavement to his left and right, not unlike the pavement that lined the streets of suburban towns in the United States of his homeworld.
The Vision concluded that he was alone. He floated into the air, noting that the fog levels were significantly lower than before, though still visually impenetrable. He turned on his internal radio, in case any of the other teammates were able to reach him.
To his right, he saw a large storefront, its walls mostly windows. All of the windows were capped with red awnings, rendered nearly brown by humidity and time. A sign stuck out from near the entrance to the building, reading “Breakfast, Lunch”. Large red letters, once neon, named the building “CAFE 5to2.”
There was a fairly large hole on the leftmost window, as if a printer had been thrown through it. There were few glass shards lying outside the window. The Vision deduced that whatever broke the window broke it from the outside.
Warily, the android peeked his head through the hole, his Solar Gem flaring up to provide a weak light. It pierced through the fog with some effectiveness, especially since the fog did not really enter here.
> scan
Scanning...
(3) items of interest located.
The Vision looked down, reading the information that the scanners provided. His eyes widened. There was a corpse on the floor, next to the smashed diner table, its blood having stained the floor many years ago. Flies orbited around the body, digesting its demented flesh slowly. This did very little to alarm the Vision. What was alarming was the skeletal structure of the beast.
It was a strange bird-like creature, almost like a smaller member of the extinct Pterodactylus species. It lay riddled with gaping holes, one foot halfway off of a ruined leather seat, wings crumpled painfully and unnaturally beneath the weight of the body.
As the Vision reached down to further examine the corpse, it suddenly came to life, screeching horribly. Still cripplingly injured, it snapped its jaws uselessly at the android. Startled, the Vision jumped back, setting himself into flight.
> self.setvalue density 0.1053%
Shifting...
> engage gazerbeam.exe
Engaging optical heat engines...
A piercing noise wavered in his head, which the Vision identified as his internal radio. The noise did little to disorient him, but it did figuratively set his nerves on edge. Almost instantly, his eyes emitted two lasers at the strange beast’s chest. With another horrible ear-shattering shriek, the monster wriggled slightly before ceasing vital functions.
> scan(target)
Scanning...
(2) similar items detected within 30 meters
The Vision floated 6 feet in the air, noting that the piercing noise was gone. He turned and faced whatever his scanners were noticing.
Two more beasts, similarly appearing dead, lay on the asphalt. The Vision blasted both with his eye lasers, to no effect. They did not react.
> scan(target)
Scanning...
The Vision frowned. From the distance, he could hear another auditory disturbance. This time, it was not the shrieking of these monsters, or the feedback his internal radio suffered. It was almost as if a siren was blaring.
The effect of the sirens were immediate. The street quickly became incredibly dark, as if a light switch for the sun was flicked off. The Vision looked around him, searching for an explanation. Instead, he found a pack of flying beasts.
(17) similar items detected within 30 meters
The Vision visually confirmed all seventeen winged monsters, flapping towards him from about 20 meters away. The android floated upwards, and the monsters followed suit. As they approached even closer, they started shrieking, just as the one in the diner had.
Unamused, the Vision blinked twice.
“Query,” the Vision asked, “is the fog bounded by a line?”
“It covers the town,” Agent Ironheart explained, “But it never goes over the border of the town.”
“Don’t try and be logical with it,” Salvador muttered, “if you can manage.”
“Of course,” Vision replied, “When mystical elements are present, the laws of physics may change at whim. We have dealt with magical entities in the past.”
Mr. Wright nodded. The Vision didn’t think the Terminator actually had any personal experience with the magical, but he was once a human. It was likely that Mr. Wright’s robotic nature would not interfere with his adaptation to the mystical environment.
“Fine,” Ironheart groaned, “Let’s move.”
The Vision floated forward apprehensively. He knew enough about Silent Hill after the debriefing he received from Agent Ironheart and Lysander. He knew there would be horrors inside, and he knew that chances of survival were slim, chances of retaining sanity near non-existent. Thus, the Vision felt nervous. Yet the Vision also had a sinking feeling that he was not at all prepared for this journey, physically or emotionally, that he was simply stepping into something he should have anticipated.
Ignoring the feeling, the Vision continued to float into the oppressive fog, accompanied on foot by the team.
After 3 minutes and 22.053 seconds, the fog became oppressive. It was difficult to see, even considering the Vision’s advanced sensory capabilities. Visual confirmation of his team became increasingly difficult. The ground became less and less muddy, eventually revealing chunks of concrete and the occasional litter marking the outskirts of a city.
After 5 minutes and 18.331 seconds, the Vision and the rest of the team had stopped to ensure that the entire team was moving in unison. Ironheart explained that it was impossible to arrive where you wanted to, and that another mystical effect of the fog was that it was extremely difficult to stay together.
After 8 minutes and 40.103 seconds, the Vision realized that it was impossible to notice details regarding his team, instead only seeing outlines. Even Mr. Wright, who was directly beside the Vision, admitted he could hardly see anything of the Vision except for a caped outline. The fog was so dense that it threatened Vision’s molecular stability, so he decided to increase his density as to not be carried away by the fog.
After 13 minutes and 34.006 seconds, the Vision was unsure if there was anything more to the universe than fog.
After 1003401 minutes and 637.cfj seconds, there was no doubt in the Vision’s mind that the rest of his life was only fog.
After 502034105, there was no escape. Only fog.
The Vision’s internal clock noticed a discrepancy and reset. He jolted into awareness, a sensation not unlike rebooting his systems. The android noticed that, in fact, only 43 minutes and 56.305 seconds had passed since they entered the fog. He further noted that he could not see anyone nearby.
The Vision felt his stomach drop, which his damage reports failed to mention.
“Mr. Wright?” he called out.
The android turned around, his ears tuned to listen for any signs of life.
“Agents?”
There was nobody around him. He stood on asphalt, two large stripes of white paint trailing off deeper into the fog. Vision tried to access his GPS, but he could not retrieve any signal whatsoever. Watching his surroundings, however, he determined that he must be in the town itself. He could see pavement to his left and right, not unlike the pavement that lined the streets of suburban towns in the United States of his homeworld.
The Vision concluded that he was alone. He floated into the air, noting that the fog levels were significantly lower than before, though still visually impenetrable. He turned on his internal radio, in case any of the other teammates were able to reach him.
To his right, he saw a large storefront, its walls mostly windows. All of the windows were capped with red awnings, rendered nearly brown by humidity and time. A sign stuck out from near the entrance to the building, reading “Breakfast, Lunch”. Large red letters, once neon, named the building “CAFE 5to2.”
There was a fairly large hole on the leftmost window, as if a printer had been thrown through it. There were few glass shards lying outside the window. The Vision deduced that whatever broke the window broke it from the outside.
Warily, the android peeked his head through the hole, his Solar Gem flaring up to provide a weak light. It pierced through the fog with some effectiveness, especially since the fog did not really enter here.
> scan
Scanning...
(3) items of interest located.
The Vision looked down, reading the information that the scanners provided. His eyes widened. There was a corpse on the floor, next to the smashed diner table, its blood having stained the floor many years ago. Flies orbited around the body, digesting its demented flesh slowly. This did very little to alarm the Vision. What was alarming was the skeletal structure of the beast.
It was a strange bird-like creature, almost like a smaller member of the extinct Pterodactylus species. It lay riddled with gaping holes, one foot halfway off of a ruined leather seat, wings crumpled painfully and unnaturally beneath the weight of the body.
As the Vision reached down to further examine the corpse, it suddenly came to life, screeching horribly. Still cripplingly injured, it snapped its jaws uselessly at the android. Startled, the Vision jumped back, setting himself into flight.
> self.setvalue density 0.1053%
Shifting...
> engage gazerbeam.exe
Engaging optical heat engines...
A piercing noise wavered in his head, which the Vision identified as his internal radio. The noise did little to disorient him, but it did figuratively set his nerves on edge. Almost instantly, his eyes emitted two lasers at the strange beast’s chest. With another horrible ear-shattering shriek, the monster wriggled slightly before ceasing vital functions.
> scan(target)
Scanning...
(2) similar items detected within 30 meters
The Vision floated 6 feet in the air, noting that the piercing noise was gone. He turned and faced whatever his scanners were noticing.
Two more beasts, similarly appearing dead, lay on the asphalt. The Vision blasted both with his eye lasers, to no effect. They did not react.
> scan(target)
Scanning...
The Vision frowned. From the distance, he could hear another auditory disturbance. This time, it was not the shrieking of these monsters, or the feedback his internal radio suffered. It was almost as if a siren was blaring.
The effect of the sirens were immediate. The street quickly became incredibly dark, as if a light switch for the sun was flicked off. The Vision looked around him, searching for an explanation. Instead, he found a pack of flying beasts.
(17) similar items detected within 30 meters
The Vision visually confirmed all seventeen winged monsters, flapping towards him from about 20 meters away. The android floated upwards, and the monsters followed suit. As they approached even closer, they started shrieking, just as the one in the diner had.
Unamused, the Vision blinked twice.
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Hear about the beacon in the fog.
Opt to cooperate with the guild.
Get lost in the fog.
Find my way into the suburbs.
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