Distortion: a tale of galactic horror.

[Imaillusion]

Check the guy to make sure he doesn't have that gas tank that does weird shit on him. If he cooperates, sit down and ask him what is happening, and why. If he doesn't, take a deep breath and knock him off his wheelchair,before running for our gun

[vidboi]

i have a feeling this guy's already got your gun, seeing as it was left on the desk iirc. one thing we do know is that he's a dangerous fellow, so for now we can't directly confront him as we need to "maintain the status quo". cooperate with him for the time being, but if he threatens us too much (e.g. pulls a weapon on us) or trys to gas us resist and/or leg it

[inteuniso]

i have a feeling this guy's already got your gun, seeing as it was left on the desk iirc. one thing we do know is that he's a dangerous fellow, so for now we can't directly confront him as we need to "maintain the status quo". cooperate with him for the time being, but if he threatens us too much (e.g. pulls a weapon on us) or trys to gas us resist and/or leg it

We don't know if he has the gun yet. Check the desk discreetly for the gun, while asking him what the hell that gas is.

[Salvofire]

Check the guy to make sure he doesn't have that gas tank that does weird shit on him. If he cooperates, sit down and ask him what is happening, and why. If he doesn't, take a deep breath and knock him off his wheelchair,before running for our gun

Agreed

[thenoobiebuilder]

i have a feeling this guy's already got your gun, seeing as it was left on the desk iirc. one thing we do know is that he's a dangerous fellow, so for now we can't directly confront him as we need to "maintain the status quo". cooperate with him for the time being, but if he threatens us too much (e.g. pulls a weapon on us) or trys to gas us resist and/or leg it

I agree, and that piece of glass from the autodoc could find it's way to that guys heart if he does something nasty

TNB

[LongcatX]

i have a feeling this guy's already got your gun, seeing as it was left on the desk iirc. one thing we do know is that he's a dangerous fellow, so for now we can't directly confront him as we need to "maintain the status quo". cooperate with him for the time being, but if he threatens us too much (e.g. pulls a weapon on us) or trys to gas us resist and/or leg it

agreed.

[Verminator]

Sorry for the long delay.

Chapter 4: Deadworld

You eye the new arrival cautiously, half expecting him to jump out of his wheelchair to bite off your face. He doesn't. Instead, he chooses to just sit there, grinning a crazy grin. As surreptitiously as possible, you stand behind your desk and reach for the drawer with the gun. You just hope this crazy fucker hasn't stolen it...

"I spiest thou reaching for thy glock, homie. You got nothin' to fear from me."

That would be a relief to you if you if he wasn't clearly insane. You let out a sigh of relief as you see that it's still there. You sit down and grab the thing by the handle, and release and check the magazine to make sure he hasn't stolen any bullets. He hasn't. You place the gun on the table, but with your hand still on the grip, to make sure Mr. Gaye doesn't decide to pull anything, like maybe leaping over the desk and stabbing you in the eye with a pen. He just keeps on grinning that crazy grin of his.

How did he know you had a gun if he hadn't already seen it?

"You got questions. Asketh them."

The questions start to spill out of you like a flood.

"What the hell happened to the bald guy? What the hell did you give to him? Why the hell are you here? Who the hell are you? Why the hell is any of this happening? Just... what the hell?"

His grin spreads by a couple of molars.

"I shalt deliver the answers you seek, homie. As for who I am, well, allow me to say I'm not any regular hustler, at least not as thou knows."

Duh. You hope this guy is just going to say something useful.

"As for what happened to out bro Robert there, why I'm here, and what is happening, well, these questions are not easily answered. As for where I'm from..."

He looks distracted for a moment. His grin vanishes. He looks around, in a world of his own. He finally says something.

"Deadworld, man."

You've never heard of a planet called that, probably because that's a retarded name for a planet. You decide to clarify.

"Deadworld? Is that where you're from? Where is that?"

"What? No, homie. It's where you're from. This place is just alternate layers of rot and shit and rot and shit. If the person next to you doesn't like the impression thy makest upon him, then he can take you out of this world for good with a piece of metal, or, fuck, even his bare fuckin' hands. Forever. You dumb fuckin' blobs. You sit there in this room, and I can smell the stench of dead animals rottin' in your guts. You draineth worlds living bounty of the galaxy away just so long as you can extend your worthless lives another day. This universe is shit, yo, and so is everything in it. Which is why it's like a knife hath been twisted in mine very scrotum when I admit that I needeth your help."

You're left grasping for words. Probably because you're scared shitless. He continues.

"Dost thou seest this?"

He holds what looks like a small silver cylinder in his hand, about the size of a can of deodorant. You nod.

"Open the top. Use what you find inside. I knowest what you think. You've got one of two choices. You can take my advice and have all your questions answered. Or you can get busted by the cops. Your friend Johnny over there is going to call and they'll be here in sixteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds as of this moment."

Huh?

You look round Marvin's head, and sure enough, see Johnny's horrified face peering round the clinic entryway, perusing you having a conversation with Mr. Gaye. Oh, and the corpse of his friend with a gaping wound in its chest. And a gun in your hand.

SHIT.

You attempt to defuse the situation, reaching out with your hand to stall him and allow you to explain. You use your gun hand to do it-

FUCK

-and naturally, he bolts. Mr. Gaye's grin now seems to go from ear to ear. You feel the urge to shoot it right off his goddamn face.

"Thou knowest what to do, brother." he intones. He offers the cylinder forward.

Plan of Action? Try your luck with cops? Try to escape? Listen to Marvin Gaye? The crazy person, not the musician. You can listen to some Marvin Gaye music if you want.

[LongcatX]

i have a feeling that whats in that cylinder is what made mr. balds heart go insane.
i say, either shoot him, and go after johnny, or escape and go after johnny and talk to him about this.

this is very good .

[TheBuilder]

Let's see just how deep this rabbit hole is.
Open. The. Canister.

[Da_Dooley]

Let's see just how deep this rabbit hole is.

SOB, I wanted to use the rabbit hole line.

Eh, I say open it. If we live, then we ought to find out something interesting. If we die, well, we won't be around to complain.

[Preacher]

lets just sit and chill and listen to some marvin gaye shall we?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVTN5o9Kgu8
or in a more practical route we could point the little canister at dear marvin and threaten to open it and see what his reaction is to determine how dangerous it is, and then if it proves safe might as well have a peak, the police probably have around a fifteen minute response time to gun crime so if all else fails leg it i doubt the police will be particularly understanding.

[LongcatX]

lets just sit and chill and listen to some marvin gaye shall we?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVTN5o9Kgu8
or in a more practical route we could point the little canister at dear marvin and threaten to open it and see what his reaction is to determine how dangerous it is, and then if it proves safe might as well have a peak, the police probably have around a fifteen minute response time to gun crime so if all else fails leg it i doubt the police will be particularly understanding.

i change my vote . to this

[Anna]

Shoot him.

Prepare for shootout with the police. Take no fucking prisoners. You've had enough of this crazy bullshit, and putting a few fuckers in bodybags is the best way to vent your frustration.

I fully intend to completely derail this Quest thread and see just how messed up things can get. Someone back me up here.

[Da_Dooley]

shooting and killing and fucking people up

This sounds a LOT more fun that what I suggested...
I second this motion.

[Lizzie]

CUT OFF HIS LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMBS FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE.

When the police get there CUT OFF THEIR LIMBS! For massive damage.