/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>9774
Its the same line, but the environment is completely different. The overall background is a molten grey, almost like a lava lamp or an .MP3 visualization program. The platforms and paths are a neat whitish material, solid in place even though hovering in the air over nothing.

>>9775
Tracy takes a deep breath and examines her surroundings while walking.
She glances back, wondering if there will be a way back from here on out.

"Everyone, what is this, and what the hell is going on"

>>9776
People keep filing in from where you entered, but you suddenly notice that there is no portal. The portal you entered was one-way.

>>9777
somethings weird trump.

>>9779
"Well no shit. Try asking around what is going on. Or if that doesn't work, claim you'll be the best at... whatever, and see how they correct you"

>>9781
i try to move but i cant.

>>9783
"Can you move in any direction? Can you talk?"

>>9778
>GODFUCKINGDAMMIT.mp4
A chill runs down Tracy's spine, as she keeps walking, getting ready to stab her faggot irl for making her do this.
Seeing there's no way back, she swallows her fear and keeps walking.
>>9782
Yeah.. She probably would've just turned around when she saw the line... but I didn't want to go through the ordeal of moving to another map... I fucked up...

>>9784
only to you.

"Swift defeat to Mine enemies!" Can be heard wispered from above Tracy.
The forward-most guard appears struck quickly and without warning. The line appears stalled for a moment. Those in front/behind Tracy start wailing like bitchies. Not all of them, but some of them.

Trumpaladin changes direction. He now moves away from the line, and tries to circle the outer area from a distance. First though, he yells out "the cow doesn't have a ticket"

>>9781
I wish that diplomacy check had worked earlier to get info...

GM, I could use some advice on manifesting those extraplanar abilities soon (like Etherrealness)

>>9787
Tracy, being deprived of her knives and her way back, now feels very, very, very trapped. Her muscles clench and feral instincts swim through her mind. Having no knives to hold, she gets on all fours and chokes back a snarl. She slowly advances forward to face her fate.

>>9788
Its a free event. There IS a cow though, and for a moment everyone looks at her. She is crushed by the scrutiny and wanders off in broken shame. How dare you shame randomcow?

>>9791
>>9790
its almost if the universe is ignoring me

Tracy charges her ki, having no weapons.

>>9792
>Remembers something said long, long ago, and decides to try to see if it works
Trump yells out
"I AM AN ANTISEMITE"

>>9791
A guy in a shiny suit with sunglasses on comes out from behind the guards.
"Whoa there son, what kinda ride is this? This is beyond status, you know what I'm saying?" (he's white so he enunciates properly so it sounds awkward)

>>9794
Trump isn't an antisemite thou- oh wait.

>>9795
Forget this then >>9794

"Why this is a fine Dragonne. Most learned in Football in the whole dimension"

Tracy is still waiting to see what's ahead of her.

>>9792
No, once again Infernius proves is best-char

>>9794
>>9797
infernuis wanted to see what happend though.

>>9797
"She's really shiny. We'd like to use her, are you her agent?"

>>9801
"In the way that you mean, perhaps. Use her for what?"

Tracy wonder where her knife collection is...

There's been a full day of waiting. Tracy is only minimally within the 'second zone' which who KNOWS how it relates to the "first zone" is also unknown at this point.
Meanwhile Trump, Infernius, and Torcuil are on the outside of a stone dome, with an incredible line stretching outward from it.
The fellow still seems inrigued by Fae.

>>9805
"Yes, she can indeed recite all of the versus"

>>9805
Tracy uses all her detection abilities to tell what's in front of her.

>>9803
"We could use her for marketing, promos, and fashion!"
I don't mean 24 hour day, I mean 6 hours ish, and the sun is beginning to set.

>>9808
"Marketing during what? Football games?"

[1d20 = 13]
>>9807
Any time using a skill, roll a d20 Xp

>>9809
"Foot ball? Whatever are you talking about sir?" the shiny-suit guy scoffs

>>9811
Trumpaladin recoils in horror, but tries to hide his expression. "I'm really not from around here. Can you tell me about how well the marketing at this event goes along?"

[5d20 = 50]
>>9810
Listen, Spot, Search, Sense Motive, Gather Information

>>9807
Tracy detects a very long line of insufferable assholes and heinous bitches. Each one is weak for a variety of reasons, but the overwhelming reason for the lot of them is fear. Those in the line who might have seemed charming or alluring suddenly strike as abominably false and almost a caricature.

>>9814
Tracy suddenly feels slightly more comfortable, and moves forward.

>>9813
Tracy gets the sensation that she's been had. While those around her are tickled at just BEING HERE, she has spent the entirety of the time not-killing the sorts of people who once upon a time she would readily have killed.

"You know what, she may be available for some commercials. Who else from your company can she speak with?"

I'm going off your dice-roll at this point.
>>9813
It is this moment that Tracy realizes that she doesn't know where "out" is.

>>9816
Tracy's faggot wallows in regret in disobeying his character-development flowcharts.
Tracy walks forwar, gnashing her teeth in anger.
>>9818
Tracy begins to feel something feral stirring in her. She doesn't like to be Caged (no pun intended).

>>9819
This is/was when all this (w/ Tracy) was set in motion.

I wih I'd had her give a faker name back then...

>>9820
I'm actually confused by what you mean there.

>>9821
Are you realizing that jumping in line was a bad idea yet?
As the sun begins to set, a persistent glow can be seen in the south.

>>9822
That was the pic (it was thread 3-4) that said "Nightmare 4 Tracy" (later Cauchemar)