Author Topic: The Dust of our Honor  (Read 7658 times)



What? A message? What is this? How long has this blackness been here?



Protective systems? What for? What am I?



Soldier? A fighter?



I, can, see.



Where am I?



Who, am I?

Who are you?
« Last Edit: October 31, 2012, 09:30:13 PM by Dezcaban »

Comic sans and jpegs.
This sounds familliar...

>Examen your surroundings.



While you ponder your name, you stumbe to your feet, you take a quick examination of your surroundings.

A pit, a concrete well, years of ivy and dirt have compounded. You wonder how long you have been down here.



An eerie stench fills the well. It's consistency evades you. A small workspace lies behind a fence.
« Last Edit: October 31, 2012, 08:37:23 PM by Dezcaban »

brother you need to get rid of that Comic stuffs and get some futuristic fonts up in this

Look for something to BUST THAT stuff DOWN

You are SHOCKWAVE, named after your creator's favorite Transformer and the rough inspiration for your face.

Check if you have any weapons to tear the fence down.

Comic sans? Seriously? For some kind of comic effect, I guess. Find a better looking comic book font.

You are clearly a cyborg named Dezatron 5000. Tear down the fence with your bare hands.



You check the most prevalent places in the room. A pile of trash in the corner yields little, a splintered piece of wood and a lead pipe.



A rifle of some sort rests in the corner of the room. No ammo, rusty and beat up. Probably yours, it yields no current use.

Comic sans? Seriously? For some kind of comic effect, I guess. Find a better looking comic book font.
promptly got rid of it

You are clearly a cyborg named Dezatron 5000.
Cyborg? Possibility. Dezatron? That is a possibility, but sounds too strange. You continue to ponder your name.

Cyborg? Possibility. Dezatron? That is a possibility, but sounds too strange. You continue to ponder your name.
take off codpiece
discover if cyborg, human, or robot.

Cyretron.

Also: "Life support" of course he's a loving person of some sort damn.



take off codpiece
discover if cyborg, human, or robot.


You feel your "head". Cold, rectangular steel. Strange, there is little possibility of there being organics within it. However, you seem to "breathe", but you cannot feel lungs within yourself moving, you feel only gases rushing through pipework in your body.



Your glove is irremovable, as what it seems. Your hands are hard and cold, probably also steel.



Your vest is hard, you cannot tell what is underneath. We will have to assume that you are purely robotic for now.

You are HONKER9000
Not likely.

You are MRGS Unit 1.
You wouldn't assume that you are a unit of anykind, neither would you assume that you are the first. It would be unintelligent to assume that you had a purpose previously if you cannot remember such purpose at all.

Cyretron.

: That sounds, likely.

Your name "Cyretron" rings a bell. Perhaps it IS your name? We may know, eventually.

Sling your rifle, you may need it later.  Tear through the chain link fence using your robotic strength.

Sling your rifle, you may need it later.



You sling your rifle.

Under the circumstances, empty or not, a rifle would probably be helpful.



You pull at the chainlink with all your might, to no avail. The iron bends and groans, but does not break.



You take a moment to realize the fence does not reach the overhand entirely.

Yeah but there's barbed wire what are you handicapped
I mean you could try grabbing it and leaning back but