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Whitewashed (Experimental Quest)

See, Quest is saying you're in some kind of narrative rather than a real person with real problems. Do you really wish to listen to a madman who thinks you are a storybook character?
 
Enjou said:
See, Quest is saying you're in some kind of narrative rather than a real person with real problems. Do you really wish to listen to a madman who thinks you are a storybook character?
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Ah, but you forget who I am Enjou. I am Quest the Heart of Heroes, and aren't we all just heroes of our own tales? Viewing the worlds in narrative form is just one of my many, albeit limited abilities.
 
Enjou said:
See, Quest is saying you're in some kind of narrative rather than a real person with real problems. Do you really wish to listen to a madman who thinks you are a storybook character?
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So she should just go and die alone?
And who says narrative problems aren't real.
Quest may be the root cause of her suffering, but just because this is written for us doesn't mean shes not better off participating.
Quest said:
I am Quest the Heart of Heroes
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I am the Liberator of children from small white rooms. Nice to meet you.
 
modrony said:
So she should just go and die alone?
And who says narrative problems aren't real.
Quest may be the root cause of her suffering, but just because this is written for us doesn't mean shes not better off participating.
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I never said she should just go and die alone. I'm saying that listening to an orb full of crazy lunatics who think she's a storybook character here for their amusement is a horrible idea.

By the way guys, I'm going to order some pizzas. What toppings do you want?
 
Enjou said:
I interpreted it as ham.
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I see. Also I agree with your decision regarding the Pepsi. Perfectly reasonable to insane ol' me.
I'll E-parcel some over from my place.
EDIT: At Sufficient Velocity!

Note to self: No making philosophical jokes in SV.
 
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What? A response? There are people! I immediately feel relieved. And then the voices start talking. I try to keep up, but it's been so long since I've talked to anyone I cant find my voice fast enough. Faster and faster, more and more voices pour through the spell. How many did I reach?

At first, they seem normal, and a little upset with how loud I had been at the end there.

"A-ah. Hello. I'm sorry for being so loud." I force out. I had become so used to resisting the urge to talk, no matter how much he wanted me to. Now I had to force myself to speak.

"I'm...I'm no one, really." I respond to a voice who asks who I was. I used to be important, but now...now I was nothing. I catch a question about my magic.

"Well, nothing I cast will do anything to the room. If I try to teleport, it seems to work, but when I open my eyes I'm in the middle of the room. Even ending up half in a wall would be better..." I trail off and squash that line of thinking.

"Diomedon? I've never heard of that. And what is OOC?" The voices begin discussing madness, and several urge me to go mad. Or at least a little mad. Fear floods into my chest. Have I gone mad? As voices flood me with thoughts discussing something called 'pizza' and 'existentialism,' I begin to panic. Were those foods?

"Y-you're real, right? I'm not going crazy. You're not me. Right?"
 
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Girl, I thought I told you not to listen to us. If you aren't going crazy now, then you're going to go crazy later from listening to these people.

Also, yes, pizza is food. Existentialism is more of a concept, but one of the loons I'm trapped in here with thinks he can eat it. Oh, and yes, we can read your thoughts. Isn't that scary? You really should put the orb down and try something else. Now where did I put that phone number...
 
YOUR NAME AND GENDER. NOW. I need to know what pronouns to use to refer to you.

Have you tried killing yourself? Serious question. Go for it. It's not bad being dead.
 
Diomedon said:
What? A response? There are people! I immediately feel relieved. And then the voices start talking. I try to keep up, but it's been so long since I've talked to anyone I cant find my voice fast enough. Faster and faster, more and more voices pour through the spell. How many did I reach?

At first, they seem normal, and a little upset with how loud I had been at the end there.

"A-ah. Hello. I'm sorry for being so loud." I force out. I had become so used to resisting the urge to talk, no matter how much he wanted me to. Now I had to force myself to speak.

"I'm...I'm no one, really." I respond to a voice who asks who I was. I used to be important, but now...now I was nothing. I catch a question about my magic.

"Well, nothing I cast will do anything to the room. If I try to teleport, it seems to work, but when I open my eyes I'm in the middle of the room. Even ending up half in a wall would be better..." I trail off and squash that line of thinking.

"Diomedon? I've never heard of that. And what is OOC?" The voices begin discussing madness, and several urge me to go mad. Or at least a little mad. Fear floods into my chest. Have I gone mad? As voices flood me with thoughts discussing something called 'pizza' and 'existentialism,' I begin to panic. Were those foods?

"Y-you're real, right? I'm not going crazy. You're not me. Right?"
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Yeah. We are real.
You aren't I'm sad to say.
OOC means out-of-character since many of us like to pretend to be other people.
Usually works too. Congrats on seeing it.
 
She's clearly a girl. Can't you tell by the voice? Oh, and suicide is not the answer.
 
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Are we you? Not quite. You're attempted Sending spell seems to have gone awry. Perhaps due to interaction with the room, which seems to interfere with spells and the fact that you had no specific target.

Also, you aren't mad. Just desperate. In my experience, in madness you are unlikely to believe you are mad. We ourselves are...let's say.. world-watchers and advisers of sorts. We live in a separate plane, where Pizza is a type of food we have.

You're a mage, you must have studied the existence of separate planes yes? Now, we need to know your situation. How did you get where you are? Who put you there?

Give us information. We may help you escape.
 
I assure you, we are all real in some form or another. But this is important. Everyone here except for me is either insane or an idiot, but I know exactly how to get you to safety.

Step One: Do not kill yourself.
Step Two: Destroy the orb.
 
Ah! I like xe and xir better. Anyways... Maybe we're souls attempting to kill you and replace you!

That'd be fun! Well... maybe?
 
We can read her thoughts, remember? She thinks of herself as a she, so even if she's actually a boy then we should be polite and go along with it.


Oh, and listen to Lichte. Destroy the orb before it's too late. You will go crazy if you keep listening... and maybe it will finally free me from this torment.
 
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