We Are Heroes | Arc 2: Generation Mutation, The Rise of Mu-Tech | (Started/No Longer accepting)

[Ghoulish]

OOC Link: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/250196-we-are-heroes-a-new-superpower-rp-co-host-techi-not-startedno-longer-acceptingaccepting-reserves-for-future-parts/

First Post:

[spoiler= Guidelines MUST READ]
- Your character remembers only a little of their past
- they cannot talk until they leave the house
- the voice in the house says the same thing over and over through each simulation
- your character may reply differently to the guy in the white room and say different things while outside the house.
- there will be 3 simulations before the events start occuring, my first post has 2,
- yours doesnt have to be that long
- dont have all 3 simulations in1 post max 2
- we're all wearing the same clothes and are in the same white room wearing an oxygen like mask.
- I think that's about it.[/spoiler]

"Wake up Drake." Whispered a lingering voice, soft but yet it would rattle the mind. Drake woke up, eyes slightly opened. Slowly Drake sat up holding his head. "Where....Where am I?" Drake questioned as he looked around the room, a normal looking room, bedside table, a clock a door and a window. Drake threw the white sheets off his body revealing his white long sleeve shirt and white pants and slippers. Drake held his head more intensly. "My....My head..." Drake observed his surroundings slowly. "Is...Is this my house?" he thought to himself. Drake motioned to get off the bed he slowly stood up. "This place it's so familiar...but why do I feel like I don't know it..." Once again Drake grabbed his head this time more intensly, he grinded his teeth as the headache like pain throbbed continuously. "These clothes! This room! This Time! What's going on?!" He continued to think.

"Try not to think so much." Came that same voice.

Drake attempted to reply to the voice, but he couldn't, it was as if his mouth was shut.

"Go down stairs." Came the same voice again. Drake again tried to apply but couldn't, he slowly walked out the room and down the stairs that came to it, as he walked down the stairs he observed the photos, on the walls, they were of him...and what looked to be a grandfather? one with a mother and a father? Drake stopped to look at the photos.

"They're...they're my family?" Drake thought again. Drake looked at his hands, clenching them then releasing. "Why am I so disoriented....why am I questioning my life?what happened before I got to this place?" Drake suddenly grabbed the railing of the stairs and clenched it tightly, his head was throbbing with pain. Slowly he continues to walk down the stairs, Drake finally got to the end and the pain dissapeared.

"That pain it's getting more intense?" Drake's eyes were now wide open. He looked at the base floor of the house... "I grew up in this house...." He thought to himself.

"The door is open, your destiny awaits, go outside, now." Came that same voice. Drake looked at the ceiling.

"That voice....is someone watching me?" Seeing the door wide open Drake walked outside. Immediatly he was welcomed by the blinding rays of the sun. Drake quickly motioned his hand to provide some shade for his eyes. Drake observed the street, there was not a person in sight, only houses awith freshly cut grass. An idle dog walked along the street.The road was smoothly paved, however no cars ran across it. Drake observed his shadow, it began to grow....slowly...then rapidly...circular....bigger....Before long the suns rays had dissapeared. Drake looked up, his eyes opened widely as he watched a giant, city siz meteor was descending rapidly.

"You have only 1 option.....Act." Came that same voice..."Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright."

"What...am....I....to do..." This time Drake spoke softly. "I.....I...can speak....." The voice then came again.

"Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...."

"W....What?" Drake questioned as he looked up the meteor was closer then ever. "H....Heroes?"

"Simulation...failed.." BANG! The Meteor crashed, Drake did not move and was unharmed, although houses were being discintegrated, the grass around him grew alight with raging flames. The once light blue sky was now a blood red colour.

Within a minor second, the scenery dissapeared, Drake lay still on a white bed with an oxygen mask on....the room around him was paved a perfect white, he was strapped to the bed. Everyone else was in the same position as him.

"Again." Came a different deeper voice.

"What's going on?" Drake questioned.

"Complete the Simulation. Know your purpose!" Came the voice.

"Simul-" Smoke filled the oqygen like mask. Drake fell asleep.

"Wake up Drake." Came the earlier voice from the house.

Within another instant Drake woke up, in the same house...wearing the same clothes....Drake sat up rapidly and stormed down the stairs and out the front door, he observed the sky and watched as the giant meteor grew larger by the second.

Suddenly however, a man wearign all black appeared. He had black skin and an intense look, he stood on the road a few meters in front of Drake. Suddenly house began to glitch just as the man appeared, dissapearing and reappearing, the only thing that remained intact was the meteor.

Furious, Drake roared at the man. "Who are you!!!"

"Attack the meteor...you have...the power...inside of you...." His voice did not match the man from the white room, it was calm and soft. The man then dissapeared causing the houses to become intact again.

Drake turned to the meteor. "What the hell am I supposed to do..." Drake looked at his hands, for a second the image of a transperent giant black dragon arm and claw seemed to surround his arm, the arm was 2 metres long.

Drake shaked his head but the arms didn't fade away. He lifted his arms slowly into the air to face the oncoming meteor. Black flames began to surround the arms. Black flames could be noticed aroud his pupils in his eyes.

"What is this! What-What-What am I!?" Drake thought. Upon the meteor approaching, the arms dissapeared and the flame in his eyes vanished. "Huh?!"

"Simulation Failed." BANG!

Once again Drake woke up in the same white room on a white bed with an oxygen mask.

"Better. You're almost the-" Came the same voice from that room.

"Fuk you!!! What the hell is going on!!!???" Drake called attempting to break out the bed."What am I doing here!? Who are you!"

A slight snicker could be heard followed by. "Complete the simulation. Drake."

[GreyCat]

((Did two because I won't have much computer time tomorrow. I'll take to the black guy the third time around))

"Wake up, Tristan," a voice nudged him. He squirmed and tugged the sheets tighter around him. He didn't want to get up. Screwing his eyes shut, he tired to will himself back to sleep, but that just wasn't happening. He grit his teeth and rolled upright, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes. As if waking up wasn't bad enough, he had a killer headache to top it off. He glanced at the clock then let his eyes run to the window. With a silent yawn, he stretched and rose, slipping on his white slippers. Wait… white? His clothes were white too. And the sheets. He never used white sheets. Or slept in long pants. Startled, he glanced around the room, his head spinning momentarily and the throbbing flaring to an incessant pounding. This wasn't his room. This wasn't his house. He opened his mouth, whether to yell, or curse, or what, but nothing came out.

"Try not to think so much." the voice again. Ignoring the pounding it caused, Tristan whirled, looking for the source. No one. Aside from him, it was an empty room. "Go downstairs." He almost didn't, but since the room, his room?, held no answers, he tentatively stuck his head out, and climbed down. At least the pictures seemed to make sense. The park, one of the competitions, his mother smiling, his father with that serious look of his… his father? Something was wrong with that picture. Something. He touched it slowly, then jerked away from it. Backing way slowly, he bumped into the door.

"The door is open, your destiny awaits. Go outside now," the nudging voice came again as the door creaked open. Since he was leaning on it, he stumbled slightly, but recovered his balance with ease.

"Really? The door is unlocked?" he snapped irritably. Then paused. "Huh, I can talk now?" He stepped from the porch onto the lawn. The neighborhood seemed okay. And that cat from across the street was in the yard again. The lighting changed. He looked up. "What the..." It was huge. Like a medium island huge. Like a metropolis huge. A huge chunk of rock from the sky. And it was coming down. The friendly nudging voice came again.

"You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." Tristan was running before the voice was half done. No way in hell he was standing still when the little sister of the dinosaur's murder was coming to visit. Part of him knew it was fruitless. It wasn't possible to run from something that size. But that logic could break through the wall that was his flight instinct. The wave of heat and flame and destruction caught up with him. Touched his soles, legs, body. He screamed as it engulfed him. And passed him by…. And…

"Simulation Failed..."


And he was in a white room. The scream rushed from his throat, but was rendered mute by a mask. He wasn't alone in the room. There were others. On tables like he was. Why was he on a table? A man was there too. He didn't sound like the nudger. "Complete the simulation Tristan. Running may not be the way. Know your purpose." Fear and panic rose in Tristan's throat. Not unfamiliar emotions to him. Smoke filled the mask and everything when black for a moment….


And he was back in the room. The one that was supposed to be his bedroom. Just like before, nudger spoke up. "Wake Up, Tristan. Try not to think so much." It was like a record. Was he really supposed to go through this again. "Go downstairs." But Tristan wasn't in the mood for that game this time around. It took him only a few moments to collect his equilibrium and he flew out of bed before nudger could suggest 'Think.' If it would play out like last time, meteor kong was coming. He didn't bother with the pictures. Or even the stairs. Instead, he pranced from the railing and landed in a near perfect roll in the not so perfect living room and was up running in an instant. He burst through the door as nudger helpfully informed him it was open. The cat hissed and ran as he thudded off the porch and hit the ground like a nascar.

"You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." That crap again. Not way. He wasn't a hero. He couldn't [u]be[/u] a hero. He would [u]never[/u] be a hero. He pelted down the road at a flat out run. He lost a slipper, but didn't let it slow him down. If he survived, he would have the time to worry about it then. There was a black man at the upcoming intersection. Around him, the world blurred, frizzed and flickered, like a bug or glitch in a video game.

"Attack the meteor...you have...the power...inside of you...." he said before he vanished just as Tristan darted past him. [i]Attack a massive fiery rock?[/i], he thought, to busy running to respond. [i]Screw that! What planet did he come from? Like that was ever going to happen. Dumb stalker[/i] His stalker appeared again on the sidewalk. "Is running really the answer?... Or, is it running in another way?..." Tristan stumbled a little. [i]What in the world is he? Where was he popping up from? And what is he talking about?[/i] As if in response to his thoughts, the man continued. "You tell me… the answer is inside you..."

He vanished. Blasted magic-psychic-stalker. But, Tristan felt he was right. Even as he ran, focusing on the ground before him, and the immediate surroundings, he could feel another place. A safer place maybe? He slowed a bit and tried to focus on that nagging awareness. He could almost feel it. A vastness that was both empty and full. So close... Too back the impact caught up with him again, and that blankness…

"Simulation… Failed..."

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"Wake up Jaime" a voice was heard from no where. Jaime just opened his eyes and moved a little, to get into a more comfortable position. He ignored the voice thinking that it was part of his dream. He then shut his eyes trying to go back to sleep, but he kept squirming in the bed, a headache wasn't letting him go back to sleep. He stood up and did his stretches that he regularly does in his bed before getting up. He held his head this time, the headache wasn't going away. It just kept getting worse. As he looked around he was confused. [i]Is...is this my room.[/i] he thought to himself. He started to get the sudden feeling of Jamais vu. He then looked down and noticed the white clothes. He looked surprised, he never wore that when he went to bed. Well that's what he thought. His head kept pouding so he couldn't think straight.

"Try not to think so much." the same voice from before said. Jaime looked around to see where the voice was coming from, but with no avail. He was alone in the room. "Go downstairs" the voice said once again. Jaime had no use being in the room so he followed what the voice said. As he walked down stairs he saw pictures on the wall. [i]Why do I feel like I know these people.[/i] Jaime thought to himself. He then touched one, but as he did he got a sudden urge to pull away. He followed that urge, but because of the speed of him pulling away he lost his footing falling down the stairs. Jaime tried to yell, but no words came out of his mouth. He looked even more confused than before.

"The door is open, your destiny awaits, go outside, now" the strange voice said. He then stood, trying to get his balance back. He walked outside slowly and consciously. What he saw was a street, it was very clean and tidy. The grass was recently mowed, it was peaceful. He saw no one though, except for a bird singing in a nearby tree. He looked at it, admiring the birds voice. As he looked it started to get darker, he looked up to find a meteor coming straight toward him.

"You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." the voice said. "I'm so dead" Jaime said. "My voice, I can talk" He looked up seeing the meteor coming closer and closer. He just stood there in fear, as the meteor got ever so close he saw the bird being burned up. He soon followed, he screamed as he was being burned.

Simulation.....Failed.

He then awoke to find himself in a white room. He was still screaming, but no voice was heard. A mask was blocking him from speaking. He looked around for the few seconds that he had. He wasn't alone, there was more. They were also dressed in the white clothes and strapped as well. "Complete the simulation" a man said. His voice didn't sound like the one from before. His mask started filling with white smoke. Jaime started to get drowsy. As was starting to fall unconscious the man said "You know what you need to do, so just do it."

Jaime then awoke to find himself in the same room as before. "Wake Up" The voice said. Jaime didn't even let the voice finish when he was completely on his feet. He was trying to ignore the massive headache. "Try not to think so much" Jaime looked confuse once again, he wasn't really thinking about anything until the voice said that. "Go downstairs" the voice continued. Jaime ran down the stairs ignoring every thing. He reached the outside seeing the meteor getting closer. "You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." As he turned a man wearing all black was standing a few feet away from him. Everything around him started to glitch except for the man and the meteor. It vanished, but then reappeared again.

"Attack the meteor...you have...the power...inside of you...." the man said. Jaime was about to respond, but the man vanished. He then looked up up and tried to imagine something that would save him. He looked to the side and saw the same bird again. It wasn't alone though, there were more. They were different, they looked as if they were made out of rocks and they had strange purple markings. "What in the world" Jaime mumbled to himself. The meteor got closer but as it did, the strange birds started to fly toward it, but then they shattered. They broke, leaving small pebbles falling to the ground. Jaime then looked at the meteor incinerating him.

Simulation.....Failed.

He awoke in the same white room but then fell unconscious once again. Before he fell fully unconscious he heard the man say "Much better. Just complete the simulation."

[Qu@ke]

"Wake up, Synth." A subtle voice called out to him, wanted him to wake up, and wanted him out of bed so that he might see what was laid out for him to see. Synth opened one eye, his right eye, he was immediately angered by the fact he couldn't see anything through his left eye and flipped the bedside table over and broke the clock; for it had slammed on the floor with a hard and heavy crash. He looked around, barely, and examined his white cloths. "Are these my cloths? Do I own this house?" Synth tried to say, but the words wouldn't come, which made him suspect that not only could he not seem to see out of one eye but he couldn't speak either. Nothing made sense. Synth's head and left eye were all going crazy wild with some sort of crazy ass pain and this only made him go into a bigger rage.

"Try not to think so much." The calmed voice said, but Synth wasn't having any disembodied voice commanding him to not think so much. "Go downstairs." The voice insisted, this was actually appealing to Synth; maybe he could fine some answers.

Synth made his way downstairs to see a few tables with picture frames on them; most of them were blank-there was only one that had an image, a shadowy figure that couldn't really even be seen in the picture. "Who is this!?" Synth cried out again but nothing came, no words were uttered from his lips; he was sent into another rage, tossing the picture aside and flipping furniture. He was sent into such anger he tripped over his own feet and was sent rolling out the door and down the porch steps where he slammed into the ground hard, the voice at that time was mumble something about the door being open. "Yeah? Blow it out your ass." Synth said, but it came as a shock for he surely thought he'd get silenced again.

Things started getting dark outside, the neighborhood wildlife had dispersed and there was no more sun that had once been. Synth looked up and saw a meteor the size of a small state coming, crashing down towards earth with him in the cross-hairs. "You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." The voice called out to Synth again but he just sighed and laid on the grass of the front lawn of his assumed house. "Yeah, right, worlds done for-mine as well catch some z's while I wait to die." Synth said and closed his eyes, letting the meteor crash down but there was no pain-no forceful impact there was only the voice again "Simulation Failed."

Suddenly Synth was in a white room, his one eye open and observing the ceiling of the white room which was just as equally white as everything else. Another voice, a different voice, now seemed to be calling out to Synth. "Complete the simulation, Synth. Acceptance of death is a cowards way of thinking." Synth didn't answer, his face giving off an attitude of emotionless; he was silent, unmoving...and cold. "Complete the simulation."

With that, Synth was thrust back into the virtual but didn't wait for the voice to wake him up he merely sprung out of bed and went down the stairs, all while the voice mumbled the same stuff over and he kicked the door open and walked down the porch steps, only to be confronted by the meteor again. You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...." Synth sighed. "So ya keep saying." He responded, not talking till he got outside cause he knew it'd been useless to talk inside anyway.

There was suddenly a black man to the right of him, the world seemed to fizzle and flicker but nothing really changed.

"Attack the meteor...you have...the power...inside of you...." he said before he quickly vanished. "Oh yeah? Why don't you attack, you be the hero." Synth trial through this simulation was proving, interesting, to say the least. "That's not the purpose of this simulation now is it? Attack the meteor...you have...the power...inside of you...."

"You son of a...!" Synth said and went to punch him but he disappeared and in hindsight he should've expected that. Synth looked up and sighed. "I really don't know what to do with you, do I just kind of raise my hands or..." Synth said, raising left hand to the meteor and a bow materialized into his hand out of nowhere. "Damn." He said and then reached over his right shoulder where someone might store their arrows in a quiver but the same effect did not occur. "Oh come on, how the hell am I supposed to use a bow with no arro..." He was cut short, the meteor had reached him and the only thing hearable was the familiar sounding voice saying "Simulation… Failed..."

[Techi☺]

"Wake up Drake." Jon Rolled over on his bed, He yawned before sitting up and walking to the door."Try not to think so much." Came that same voice. Jon pretended he was hearing things as he stomped down the stairs quickly entering the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. "Go down stairs." Jon Wondered why a strange voice was in his head, and why his house appeared to no longer have that 'at home' feeling. He stepped out to the front door and opened it, he walked very quickly. "The door is open, your destiny awaits, go outside, now."

"I Know! You moron! Ugh!" Jon shouted to the sky as he noticed that no one was around. "That's odd..." He Yawned loudly as he decided to ignore the voice more and step down the porch and out to the mailbox to collect the mail. He noticed a thing blocking his view of the sky as he stepped closer to the mail-box, he noticed it block out the view of the sun. He also noticed it was a meteor and it was coming right for him. His eyes widened. "Holy..."

"You have only 1 option.....Act." Came that same voice..."Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they're made...."

Jon looked around with a Giant meteor coming down, he didn't have much choice. He started running to his neighbors, But then decided to run the other way. The Meteor grew closer as he shouted. When it was within range, He punched it. The Meteor cracked as it kept falling. He looked at his hand as it just fell through and destroyed the world... but not him?

"Simulation...failed.." BANG! The Meteor crashed.

[galesonic]

"Wake up, Damian." Damian slowly awoke and found himself in a room. He had a splitting headache and it wasn't getting any better. "Oh man. Did I pass out during a carbon monoxide leak again?" he said, but something was off. His mouth was moving, but there were no words. He found the clothes he was wearing, white shirt, white shorts, white slippers. They were very different for him. "Was I wearing these? There's no way I was."

"Try not to think so much." a voice said, the same one that told him to wake up. "Go downstairs." He didn't know what was going on, but he found the stairway and made his way down. His movent was groggy since he just woken up and his headache was affecting his balance.

He looked around downstairs. The furniture was very clean and bright to his liking. Almost like a generic room from a furniture store. He also noticed a picture on the wall. He felt like he knew the people in the pictures, but they seemed like they were in the back of his mind and he couldn't reach it.

"The door is open, your destiny awaits, go outside, now." Damian couln't help it, but he obliged to the voice and opened the door. It was brighter than the room itself, Damian had to shield his eyes.

"Did someone just set off a flashbang?" he sai. He then realized that he could talk. He looked around and saw a field with rocks and boulders. Suddenly, the field started to become less bright, like the sun was setting. He looked up and noticed a giant thing. As it came into focus, it was a giant meteor. "holy crap!"

"You have only one option: Act." spoke that voice. "So do it now. Don't worry, everything will be alright. Remember, Heroes aren't born...they are made?"

"What a hero? How can I be a..." Damian didn't have time to finish as the fiery ball of rock and dust was too close and started to disintergrate the area.

"Simulation...filed." The meteor crashed it a firey explosion.

Damian's eyes jolted open as he ot up. He noticed the same clothes and he had a breathing mask on. "What is this?" he tried to say, but he couldn't. It was this all over again.

[Techi☺]

Jon sat up really quick in his bed. His head hurt and he sat up, that annoying voice came back, he new that the meteor was coming so he bursted out of the front door, head first. His arms out to protect him from the ground. He looked over to find some dark skinned guy with shades looking at him. "What do you want!?" Jon asked quickly, he took a quick look to the sky to confirm how much time he had. [s]"Maybe if I could do that thing before..."[/s] Jon began to think but was cut off.

"-You can do it now." The strange new man said, turning around and walking away. Jon shook his head and ran down the opposite end of the street. He was running for his life, his rib-cage hurt from pure panic, causing his heart to go much faster and his organs working way to fast. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he reached the side of a giant tele-phone tower. He climbed to the top just as the Meteor came within range. He leaped off of it, sending himself soaring though the air. [b]"s*** s*** s***!"[/b] He shouted as he was going way to fast, he never had that much strength in his legs before. He smacked face first into the meteor as it drifted slightly of course, but still falling on the city, just as Jon hit the ground.

[galesonic]

Damian took off the mask and sighed, but with no sound escaping his mouth. He rubbed his eyes, trying to possibly stop the headache. He got up as he started to walk down teh stairs. He stopped to look at the pictures again. Still, he couldn't recognize the people, but h knew for a fact that they seemed familiar. He turned around and noticed the door.

Before he could open it his headache worsened a bit. His head was pulsating heavily, like something was coming out of his head. "Try not to think too much." the voice repeated, like some kind of cheap recording." he couldn't take it, he had to resist, but he had to replay at the same time. I was conflicting, and causing a bigger headache for him. "Open the door, your destiny awaits. Go outside now"

Damian opened the door again. It was just as bright as the last time he went outside. There was no change really, except for a few stray boulders around. He looked around one last moment and then sighed. "Here comes the meteor." the sky turned red suddenly as the meteor was coming. But something was off. It was going slowly, like something was controlling it to stop. He looked around, possibly for something stable, like a bunker. It was then he saw 'him'. A man wearing all black was floating in front of him. Was he the cause of this?

"Attack the meteor..." he said in a strong, deep voice. "You have the power inside you." And with that, he vanished. This made something in Damian's head go off like TNT and fire.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?!" he yelled. "How can I be a hero? I don't know what to do!"

"Your mind is a powerful weapon." the voice replied. "You have the power inside you."

After he said that, the meteor resumed it normal speed as the ground kept felling hotter. Damian couldn't take it, his head was hurting badly. Then his head felt light, out of nowhere. He looked up and noticed an 'elephant in the room'. The smallest boulder that was near him, which was roughly the size of at least a door was up in the air. Damian's face was so priceless, even the Mona Lisa would look like a simple cave painting.

He moved his hand slightly and it followed that movement. This put a smirk on his face. He moved his hand towards the meteor and in no time flat, it moved in that direction, accelerating rapidly. When it got to the meteor, its acceleration was high enough to cause part of it to split, but it wasn't enough.

"Oh sh.." Damian was cut off by the chunk of meteor that he just broke off slamming into him, pinning him to the ground. He tried to do what he did to the boulder, but it was too heavy. He could see the meteor come towards him at full force. He couldn't do anythign to stop it now.

"Simulation...failed." The meteor crashed in a giant explosion.

[Dwarven King]

"Wake up Ralph." said a disembodied voice. Ralph slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a small room with a single window and a door. Bright light was pouring through the window. Ralph blinked and looked down. He was laying on a bed covered up by a thin, white sheet. He gingerly took the sheet off and looked down at himself. He was dressed in a simply white shirt, white pants, and white slippers. This was getting a little weird. He didn't even recall ever coming in here, or even what this place was. But it did seem familiar. Ralph shook his head slightly and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Where the hell am I?" he asked out loud. "And why does my head hurt?"

"Try not to think so much." replied the disembodied voice.

Ralph opened his mouth to make a witty remark, but no sound emerged. He quickly closed his mouth and scrunched up his face. But before he could begin to ponder the situation, and the loss of his voice, the voice spoke again.

"Go down stairs."

Seeing as he had no other choice, he did as he was told and walked out the bedroom door and down the stairs. As he was descending, he couldn't help but observe the pictures lining the walls. The only person he recognized was himself. Or at least he thought it was him. He wasn't entirely sure, and he couldn't place names on anyone else in the pictures.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, Ralph found himself in front of a slightly ajar door. He was about to decide what to do next when, once more, the voice spoke to him.

"The door is open, your destiny awaits, go outside, now."

He hesitated a moment, then open the door wide. He was instantly blinded by bright light. After a few seconds of shielding his eyes, he finally adjusted to the brightness and stepped outside into an empty world. There were buildings, cars, everything. But not a singly sign of life. Ralph looked around, confusion clear on his face, when he noticed the area around him was getting darker. Yet again, the voice spoke.

"You have only 1 option.....Act. Do it now.....Act......Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Ralph looked up, only to see a massive meteor hurtling towards him. "Oh s***!!" he yelled right as his voice came back. He did the fist instinct he had and threw his arms up. The meteor made contact a few seconds later...but nothing happened. Well, the whole words was destroyed, but Ralph felt nothing. "What the hell?" he asked.

"Simulation...failed." said the disembodied voice. Ralph then passed out and woke back up on the bed.

"Again!" came a deeper voice as the room was still blurred. "You will pass this simulation!"

"Simulation? What, is this just a simulation?" Ralph asked out loud, slight understanding appearing on his face. Then the room focused and he could no longer hear the voice.

Without warning, the previous voice spoke once more.

"Wake up Ralph."

Ralph hopped out of bed and walked out the door. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know! I'm not listening to you a second time!" he said to the disembodied voice as he descended the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he strolled right out the front door and out into the open. He completely ignored the voice, which was just repeating itself, and looked up waiting for the meteor. "I guess the simulation is to take care of the meteor. But I don't see how I can possibly do that." Ralph continued to stand there for a minute trying to think of a solution. As the ground began to grow dark, he realized he was running out of time. "Well, I guess I could at least do something funny. Like...punching it! Yeah, I'll punch it!" A grin spread across Ralph's face as he reared his fist back, ready to punch the meteor. As it got close, he threw his fist at it as hard as he could while laughing...then stood there shocked.

Just before his fist touched the meteor, lightning appeared around his fist and covered it light a gauntlet. As soon as his fist made contact, electricity flowed out of his fist and through the meteor, causing it to burst into a million pieces.

"Simulation passed." came the disembodied voice.

"How the hell did I do that?" asked Ralph with an astonished look on his face.

Suddenly, Ralph woke up on another bed. But this time it was slightly different. There was an oxygen mask on his face...and it appeared he was in a cave. But he couldn't see much due to the dim lighting. However, he did notice a hulking figure typing away at a nearby computer screen.

[Ghoulish]

"You have a power inside you." Called the Deep voice from the White Room, Drake Slowly opened his eyes, he was not in the White Room or the Bedroom of the house, he was laying face down on the front lawn. "You all have a power inside you. That Power needs to be awakened!!! You think this is a game! Think again! If you all don't Successfully complete this Simulation together! Then we are ending the simulation."

Drake had slowly gotten to his feet rubbing the back of his head. he noticed that there were several others waking up from the lawn as well.

"What the...hell? Drake questioned as he rubbed his eyes allowing them to focus fully. "[i]We are ending the simulation"[/i] Drake didn't look to startled he looked at the other who had woken up they all looked like normal people.

"What happens when the simulation ends!?" Drake called out at the sky.

There wasn't a response for a short period of time. Then...

"We pull the plugs, and you all Die. We brought you here for a reason. You all have a gift use them!.....Do it, work together all your lives depend on it.....DO IT!!!" The deep voice seemedd enraged, like he was dependent on them completing the simulation.

Suddenly, The meteor appeared again heading down to all of them, However it grew even bigger but descended slowly.

"Die for real...?" Drake thought looking confused. He suddenly clenched his fists turned to everyone and called out loud.

"Hmph. I don't know what the hell's going on, but let's just destroy this thing!" Drake lloked at his arms he pointed them towards the meteor and grinded his teeth, a light wind encircled him as black dragon arms and claws overlayed his arms however they were transperent. Drake panted as sweat dropped from his forehead.

"I don't know what the hell this is....*pant pant*.....But I assume you'se have something similar right?!"

[Techi☺]

Jon sat up with a dopy grin and he blinked his eyes. Just coming into recognition when he hears 'Die for real.' and 'Pulling the plug.'. He yawned and sat up, listening to the strange dragon boy. He notices that he also appears to be experiencing this strange,...thing? Jon shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused. with a deep breath he leaped into the air and came soaring down with Gravity to pound the ground and make a crater. He looked up and whiped his hair out of his eyes. "That Crazy enough for you to work with?" He asked, his game-smirk coming on.

[Qu@ke]

Synth awoke, but remained lying on his back, he had heard "die for real" and other statements that meant certain doom for everyone in this simulated world. "Keh." He sounded off to get the attention of the two that had so eagerly stood up and joined forces, he stood up himself and stared at them with his right eye and frowned. "You think you could do it? I really don't care actually." Synth said, summoning up his bow within his right hand and then reaching on his back, still no quiver. "Damn." Synth said, reaching the group. Maybe, he didn't need the quiver, maybe like the bow, arrows would come to him as need be. Synth put his hand on the string and suddenly an arrow made out of pure white energy appeared. "There we go, that's what I'm talking about! Maybe I can even...." Synth said then slowly separated his knuckles and fingers and just as he predicted three more arrows spawned made out of the same white energy; Synth being an experienced archer already knew how to fire off four arrows. "Yes!" Synth commented than saw the two looking at him strangely. "I mean, uh, whatever..." He said, masking his excitement than taking aim at the meteor.

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"Die for real, Pull the plug"

"Noo!!" Jaime yelled as he suddenly awoke. He then looked around to see other waking up as well. He then looked up to see the meteor once again. "Well, at least I'm not alone. I don't know who you guys are, but I guess the only way to get out of this is to destroy that thing." Jaime said to the others. He then raised his hands in front of him and they started to glow purple. [i]What...what is this feeling.[/i] Jaime thought to himself. [i]Well, whatever it is, it's the only thing we've got.[/i]. From the ground the strange birds from before started to appear. They looked like Pileated Woodpeckers, they were all gray with purple eyes. They had beaks that were about 3 1/2 in. long. They had purple lines going around it and it looked as if something was flowing in them. [i]Porro Rostrum[/i]. Jaime thought to himself. [i]That's what I will name them[/i].The purple was the life force that let them move. 3...5...6...10, the number kept increasing as they gathered behind Jaime. He started to sweat and tremble of how exhausting it was. He started to breath heavily as well. "Come on." Jaime yelled. "I know you guys have some sort of ability as well, so use them if you want to live."

[Ghoulish]

"Hmph, whatever." Drake then looked up at the meteor, frustration could be seen in his face as he folded his arms and grinded his teeth. "It's bigger then last time. Obviously not just one of us can destroy it alone." Drake exhaled a sigh. Suddenly his put his hands on his mouth tightly and began jumping on the spot calling out swears in pain. After a bit he stood still and slowly let go of his mouth, as he opened it to speak a large amount of black smoke came out. Drake then started coughing. "What th- *cough cough* hell...whatever let's just get this over with, who the hell are you'se anyway."

Meanwhile...

? Continued typing away on his computer at the cave, on the screen was a video playing, it displayed several people in a small town also a large meteor was heading down. Without turning around the man said.

"You're awake, good." He slowly stood up and turned around to face Ralph. "You can take that mask off now. You'll be fine, it's only for the first 5 minutes after you wake up. Without it, you would have been in shock, and died." The man lifted his arm in the air slightly, suddenly, a digital type of entrance gave birth to a folder that dropped in the mans hand. The man didn't take his eyes of Ralph. "But don't stand up, your body is to weak. Sit up if you like..." The man began looking through the silver file. "...Ralph."

[Dwarven King]

Ralph removed the oxygen mask from his face and slowly rose to a sitting position. He looked around once more, but to no avail. The room was still dimply lit. However, he could not see the computer screen. Ralph looked closely at the screen, trying to make out what he was seeing. From what he could tell, it looked like several people were in the same place he was previously at. And there appeared to be a meteor heading towards them...but it looked much larger than the one he took care of.

Ralph turned his attention back to the man. He couldn't make out any facial features due to the lightning. The man was just standing there reading a file. Ralph glared at him and said, "So far, I have three questions for you. One, where am I? Two, what was up with the simulation? And three, why do they get to work as a group while I had to work alone?" Ralph continued to glare at the man as he waited for answers.

[Qu@ke]

Synth saw what the dragon armed man was planning, getting higher and closer to the meteor. "My name is Synth...I...don't know my last name..." This came as a depressing fact to Synth and he actually lost concentration for a moment and his arrows faded, he quickly recomposed himself and got his arrows back. "I'm taking the first shot at this hunk a rock, I figure me and any other range fighter could crack it up a bit and you and that seemingly other strong fella could give a final blow." Synth said aiming his bow and firing of the four arrows, to his surprise the white energy arrows became eight and all slammed into the meteor at different points and putting a bunch of nice long uneven cracks in it, but the arrows themselves disappeared. "So these arrows seem to separate..." Synth noted.

ooc: The White Energy Arrows separate and scatter, that's their power.

[Ghoulish]

The Man looked up at Ralphas soon as he spoke, he then lifted his arm in the air and released his grip on the file, the file then dissapeared in a digital hole, the hole then closed.

"Your curiosity is understood." The man began as he made his way to the computer. He then sat on a chair and began hitting keys. "Your first question is simple. You're in a safehouse. I created this cave. No one can enter without my word. Think of it as a computer, this cave can only be entered through a window i create and so to it leave. Basically I could do this..." Suddenly and rapidly the man threw a sharp kunai at Ralph, before he could act the Dagger flew through his head however passing though him life a hologram. The Kunai then got stuck onto the wall.

"The simulations are of 3, they are an attempt to awaken your powers. This was essential in yor development. That familiarity you shared with the objects in that place were all plantted into your head. For now, that's all i can tell you. Until the rest arrive that is."

The man then stood up and turned to Ralph. "That was a coincidence. You passed the 2nd simulation, that's impressive, one could argue however, thsat your power is more simple to control. I transported you here...Your welcome."

Meanwhile...

Drake nodded once. "How can i get closer..." Drake thought to himself. He attempted to jump to it, but could only reach 3 metre off the ground. Drake began thinking to himself, he then looked up at the meteor and breathed out slowly.

Drake looked around and put his focus on a building. Drake dashed forward. Upon approaching he made his way to the roof, closer in range. Drake through his arms back then forward, causing the Black dragon like arms to extend to up to 2 metres each.

"When it approaches ill attack."

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"He's right" Jaime said. "Range fighters should attack first." Then the Porro Rostrum started to fly toward the meteor. They crashed into it, leaving holes and cracks all over it, but destroying themselves in the process. "My name is Jaime, but like him I can't remember my last name, well I can't remember much at all." His hands then glowed again creating more Porro Rostrum from the ground. "I think I have a plan." Jaime said them as the Porro Rostrum flew toward the meteor, crashing into it. "If it works, it will be a huge step forward in taking this meteor down, but if it doesn't well nothing will happen." Jaime then lifted his hands and aimed them toward the meteor.

[Dwarven King]

Ralph continued to stare at the man. So far, he learned this. He was in some digital cave where the man controlled everything. That was evident when the blade went through his head without so much as a single feeling. Second was that apparently he had some hidden powers he didn't know about and the simulations were going to help unlock them. And finally, he did it alone because he mastered his power first because it was apparently simple. Gah! The absurdity of such a statement! Was he not aware of how sporadic electricity is? Either the man was a fool, or he was trying to downsize his power. Either way, Ralph wasn't buying it. It was obvious to him that his hidden power was actually something hard to control. And things are only hard to control when they are powerful.

Ralph smirked.

"Two more questions then. First, how long do you think it will take before the rest arrive? And second, who are you?" Ralph asked the man.

[Ghoulish]

The man turned to face the computer and folded his arms. "They will arrive shortly. They seem to be a working together, they also have somewhat grasped their powers....As for your second question....That can wait. You don't need to know who I am, just what I am." the man turned to Ralph. "One thing You will have to come to terms with however....is that your previous life, the life you once lived....ends today. You are now part of the solution to the problem, you cannot return to what you had. Ralph, I am the guide that will lead all of you on a path that will be more challenging than you can imagine. Nothing you've ever done...could prepare you for what will happen. Rest now. I have to go, I will be back shortly." With that, the masked man dissapeared in a digitized way.

[Techi☺]

"The Name is Jon Spradfield. Don't wear it out!" He said with a grin and he leaped onto the side of the building that the other boy just scaled, he gripped the side of it and threw himself upwards with arms and legs, almos like a frog. He landed cleanly nearby Drake as Jon looked up to the Meteor. "It's the same damn thing as before, only a bit tougher. I almost had the other one with a single punch, now that it's damaged, we can definently do this. I'm ready when you are."

[Dwarven King]

Ralph opened his mouth to ask the strange man more questions...but he vanished before sound emerged. Great. So now he was stuck in some secret cave. He couldn't go back to his past life...even though he couldn't remember any of it but his name. And now he learned he was going to face bigger challenges. No matter. He will overcome them like he has every challenge he has faced up to that point. But until then, he should listen to the strange man and get some rest. Ralph stretched his arms and laid back down.

[Ghoulish]

Drake turned to him and nodded. He then turned to the meteor. Drake intended to jump towards it, he knew Jon was super strong and with his hard scaled Dragona rms they could possibly defeat the wounded Meteor. Drake was a hot headed person he always seemed to get frustrated over nothing and turn to anger before reason, but he had a good feeling now, a slight smile surfaced on his face. Drakes original intention was to press down on the house and jump at it rapidly, he knew Jon could do the same, but at the moment he didnt want to be hesitant, this was their lives on the line, he thought hed be a follower instead of a leader and waited to act the same as Jon. "Im ready when you are!" he called out as the force of the meteor gained voice as it started to approach them all.

The sky now turned red as big trees began lighting on fire, It was now or never!

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"Don't worry guys" Jaime told Jon and Drake. "My plan is working." It didn't look like much, but with a closer look golems were coming out of the meteor. Jaime was making golems out of it and then shattering them to make more. This way he can decrease the size of the meteor. "See guys, no wor..." Jaime's eyes opened wide and then he fell to his knees. After a few seconds he was on all fours, coughing up blood. "I'm sorry guys" Jaime said as he coughed blood out. " That's as much as I can do for you guys, it seems that it takes more out of me to make golems out of moving objects. The rest is up to you guys." Jaime then laid on his back looking at the meteor and his new found friends, hoping that they would be able to brake it.

[Ghoulish]

Drake looked slightly shocked at the fallen jaime, he had coughed out blood, these powers, although helpful, put major strain on their bodies, Drake could even start to see his Dragoin like arms slowly slowly fade. "Darn it." he thought to himself. "Don't worry I'll give it my alll....I'm sure we all will..." Drake continued to think, as he focused on the meteor. "Jon." Drake spoke. "I don't know what the hell's going on, but if we survive this, if we all survive this, lets make a pact, if these powers remain with us, no one abuses them. I know we cant speak for nayone else, but i feel like this is our destiny where they came from I don't know, but just like Jaime, we all need to work hard for achother in spots like this."