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- The man in the gray siut
- Tumor of Evolution
- Solid Acid
- Paradis project
- The day a Meta died
This tabs are dedicated to the stories that happen after the Red Gen.
This means all Metas regardless were in time now know the outcome of everything.
That dose not mean that they always knew.
They cant read minds.
They just read the wiki.
I am Meta, its kind of my thing.
The anti corruption officer Westman went throw the files again.
a German guy in an upper foundation position was reason to concern.
1933 was a bad year.
Henry Sommergrün was a mystery to him.
He worked for the foundation personal department.
His job was it to compile specialized recovery teams.
He was good at his job,
but something was off about him.
He just appeared in 1924.
It was like someone had purged him from the records.
No family named Sommergrün had a son named Henry.
Sommergrün entered the foundation through non recorded means and had survived 5 of his bosses.
It was an open secret that his teams mostly never recovered all the items that were recoverable,
but his teams got the job done with minimal casualties.
There were some strange finance actions on his bank accounts. A lot of money going in and out without explanations.
It was like someone bigger was behind this simple pencil pusher.
Westman wanted to get the big fish, but what to do when even the small fish proved to be hard to come by.
There was nothing wrong with his mission reports.
He compiled the work of the field agents into a description of all things recovered and there properties , than handing them of to the containment guys, to write the final files.
The transactions could be easily explained by his hobby.
He gambled or so he said.
As long as this did not interfered with his work that was not illegal.
To make sure that it would not Westman was here keeping an eye on things.
He knew the stories of organized crime that mostly had there hands in the gambling scene.
The mob and anomalies don't mix well and if Sommergrün were to owe someone there money that would put the secrecy of the whole operation into question.
The office was empty as westman had planed.
Sommergrün was like a clock.
You could learn his patterns just by looking.
It was not certent that good old Henry would have something incrimminating in his office but Westman still had to check.
Getting the keys to all locks in this room was part of his job, but here he just had to ask the securety guyes.
Westman started his investigation with the desk itself.
First draw and he already had something.
A book detailing streames of money throwout the foundation.
It looked like Sommergrün had made sure that certen people went up the ranks faster.
While turning a page, 3 cornes of rice fell to the floor.
Westman just ignored them.
This book allown would be enough to demote a lot of people including good old Henry.
But he had bigger fish to fry.
He turned another page and a slow of rice feel to the floor.
Dam it.
Henry had taken measurss to check if his book had been opened.
Westman ignored the rice.
The next book was a shocker.
A lot of items, listed with tags like, stolen, sold, for sell, and property of…
Westman droped the book.
The Insurgency.
Names, IDs, locations.
That was not one big fish.
He had cought a swarm.
The open book on the ground had released more rice all over the floor.
Westman would not let this go to waste.
He grapped the phone on the desk and dialed up his boss.
Nothing. The line was dead.
The phone in the hall was the nearest.
Westman stuffed both books in his cot and went to leave.
This was wrong.
He could not even touch the doorhandle.
There was a burning question in his mind that needed an answer now.
20 minutes later Henry Sommergrün entered his office.
Officer Westman laid flat on the ground counting rice.
Henry stepped into the office and locked the door behind him and lowered the shutters.
He opend his pocket and throw a new slow of rice onto the floor.
"Did you know how to prevent vampiers from leaving there graves?"
Westman did not even looked up.
"Some use peas others use rice."
Sommergrün drow a pistol out of his pocket.
"They wont hear the shot. The shutters are down.
You were dead the moment you stepped over this with ill intentions."
Sommergrün pointed to a symbol engraved into the doorstep.
"This is your grave, so you cant leave it without knowing how much rice is in here.
The handels are silver and blessed by me personally.
Thees are silverbullets."
Sommergrün leand down and raised his pistol onto one level with Westmans head.
"Lets see if i can hit the same hole a 5th time. Tell the others Holder sends you."
The bullet past throw Westmans head and landed in a small howl in the wall where it joined 4 other silver bullets each of which had passed throw a head.
Westman was reduced to ash.
"On the floor are 345686 ricecornes.
There are 5795590 more hidden in this room and a bag of 984453 is in the lowest draw.
7125729 in total. I count fast."
Henry cleand up, restocked his traps and put his books back in order.
He pulled out a pocket watch.
He opend the clock and pulled a little ballon out from between the gears.
While Henry blow up the ballone it took the shape of officer Westman.
"Go tell the once upstairs you checked me and found nothing illigal or concerning, do one more case and than commit a belivable suicide, something where a body dose not need to be found."
The ballone was about to leave the room when Sommergrün handed him the bag with the ash.
"Get ride of that. Put it in the trash were it belongs."
The bar was only slightly lid.
The chairs were up.
The bartender had gone home.
Two man still seat on the bar.
Both looked like they had been throw some thing.
One had recently lost his job.
the other had just escaped a metal box in which he had been burried to die.
"I was loyal. They dont have the guys to replace me."
One of the man took a shot from a glass that stood before them.
"They think they know what they are doing.
Why did you doug me up?
You were the one that wanted me down there."
"It was the best for the Insurgency.
I think you are unrelaiable and a danger to everything you touch."
"Then why dig me up?"
"They thought the same of me as i thought of you. They were wrong. Who said that i am not wrong? They did not kill me yet, but thats only a matter of time.
I have a job to finish and since the Insurgency is no longer an option i need someone else."
"What job would be worth getting someone like me back in the game?"
The other man took a shot out of the glass.
Suddenly the bar was filled with live.
People playing, drinking and singing.
"What you just drank is the hope of the chaos insurgency. We call it status quo.
Its amniestic, halozinogen and mind saver. It almost killed me."
"Good stuff."
"Base six has a lot of that stuff and i need some of it."
"You whant to steal from your old team and break into a base as high on the securety list as base six? Thats crayze. Im in."
"Dont forget that i once ran the place. Our way in is the most protected, but the least expacted."
"Let me guess. I am the only one that can go this way?"
"Yes. You were never briefed on level 10.
The way the base gets its energy. The base was build as a plug above an enterence to hell."
"Base six stands on the mouth of hell? Well, call me suprised."
"Its not the mouth. More like a stab woulnd of hell. Got open in 1950 or 1953, documents were very… unspecific. Could have been 1923. But the details are not important.
The world went downhill and the foundation plugged some howls.
There is an item down there that keeps hell cold.
Should be easy to find for you. Hell dose not have to manny fire eating forest."
"When do we start?"
"I need to go of the grid for a while.
We dont start befor we are sure the base is reopend."
"Haos sealed the tincan?"
"Yes. We dont have to wait if you thing you can get in."
"In is not the problem. Out is. To much people."
"Don´t worry about that. Give it two years or so and the base will be empty."
"Do you think i can stay undetected for two years?"
The bar returned to its empty state.
"The guys in there are all on this stuff. They wont bother you.
Agent, you have a mission."
"Thanks,Dr. Edward Deny."
"That place is creepy."
"Come on, you were the one telling anyone that the Santa walks around, to scare them."
"I saw it. He beat up some guys that tried to put him in a bag."
"Thats why i want to check the robot. If what you say is true than there will be sights of that on the statue.
Its not a robot i tell you. Metal yes but it never moved."
Two kids were sneaking towards the Christmas market just out of the little town, where the market had been set up on an empty field.
They had spent the holidays plotting to get out of there parents homes to check on the stories that were circulating just before the school break. The aggressive Santa Claus.
"There is someone. Come behind the trees before they see us. I don't what to be picked up and brought home to explain my mom why i was out so late."
"Why are we her again?"
"They will be gone in a few days."
The Christmas attraction was abandoned and already partly stuffed into boxes until next year.
"If you guys had not been beaten up by the anomaly on the 23th than this would not have happened.
Its Christmas powered. how can it beat you on the 23th?"
"I toled you it gets stronger from the first of advent onwards. Why hadn't it been captured in November?"
"There are 4 of thous guys and only when it is active we know which ones the target."
"Than take all of them."
A man in a white suit and two man in black jackets were nearing the attraction.
Even in the dim light the kids could see the machine guns the two in black were carrying.
"Go secure the exits. I take it from here."
The man in the white suite dropped a bad filled with metal plates. Them hitting the ground send a loud noise into the silent night.
He drew out some kind of gun.
The man with the machine guns went to the exits of the market, blocking the exits.
The man in the with suit garbed a few metal plates and throw them in the air.
The plates rose, the kids bracing themselves for another loud clinging.
The plates fell like in slow motion and than they just stoped in mid air.
"COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE. ITS TIME I FIX YOU."
One of the two rotten Santa's that stood before the entrance to the attraction jumped from his podium.
The 1,50 meter stature started to sprint towards the man in the suit.
The man jumped in the air and roundhouse kicked several metal sheets into the figure.
In a moment he was under Mr Claus and fired bolts into him.
Attaching the plates to the figure closing holes in the closing and face of Santa.
He punched the figure up, right between the flying metal.
Bolts from the gun tieing metal to metal.
Santa Claus was wrapped up like a present.
"Thats why you guys have me. No problem."
Note to me:
original concept had 4 of the figures.
and a kid that meta fixed after it had been insured.
Someone (i forgot who was supposed to die)
Item: | Untrusted Writing Machine |
Size: | varied |
Type: | Typewriter |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | Undetermined |
Potential/Current Hazards | Information leaks |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Personal interacting with the item must be aware of the items properties |
Location: | Base One |
Reported Anomaly: | Information spreading, data description |
Usage
The item is used to secure documents in case Base One is no longer able to secure the continued existence and > acceptability of said documents. Codename: Operation Flyer-storm.
Operation Flyer-storm is activated automatically and can be activated and executed manually in case of extreme emergency.
Should Operation Paper-nap be activated the item can be used as a memetic weapon, publishing memetic hazards.
Operation Paper-nap is only to be activated in authorised missions.
Personal must be informed about a planed Operation Paper-nap at least 3 hours in advance.
Should Operation Mitschnitt be activated the item can be used to decrypt information inaccessible by the Chaos Insurgency.
Operation Mitschnitt has to be authorised by at least one member of alpha command.
Teams to locate and collect the decrypted data are to be stationed at know exit points at least 10 minutes in advance. These teams must be able to leave the exit points in search for new exit points.
The items properties activate once data is entered into the item via a pen or other writing-tool or physical format, the keyboard any meaning of entering data.
No data not intended for publication is to be entered into the device outside of the three operation protocols.
Report
The item takes the appearance of a notebook typewriter desktop-computer laptop. The ability to shape-shift was noted in 1933 when this property was first observed.
The device follows the current technological standard for one-person-writing-utensils. How the item gains its definitions for standards is unknown.
Once data is entered into the device the information will appearer in some form of publication, which included, but was not limited to newspapers, paper-napkins, public service announcements and wrapping papers of French fries.
This happens regardless of form and position of the item and regardless of its content.
The item is to be stored in an appropriate container and checked for a changed form regularly.
Addendum:
Test 1: A piece of paper containing a random number-sequence is put into the notebook.
Result: Number-string appeared on paper napkins of the Company [Data Locked].
No explanation how the information got there could be obtained.
Discovered in Cafés and restaurants using this type of paper-napkin.
Test 2: A full item report is entered into the typewriter in place of an empty sheet.
Result: Report was discovered in the newsletter [Data Locked].
Discovered by an employee in [Data Locked].
Test 3: Document is scanned in.
Result: Document was discovered in the newsletter [Data Locked].
Discovered by an employee in [Data Locked].
Test 4: Document is placed inside of the case of the desktop computer.
Result: Document was discovered on the front-side of the www.[Data Locked] user-forum.
Discovered by an employee in [Data Locked].
Test 5: Picture is downloaded of the internet.
Result: Picture was discovered on [Data Locked] drinking cups.
Discovered by an employee in [Data Locked].
Test 6: Blacked out document is placed inside the laptop.
Result : A non censored version of the document appeared in a news-broadcast of [Data Locked].
Test 7: Heavily encrypted file is downloaded of a secured server.
Result: Fully decrypted document is found on label of [Data Locked] soda.
Test have been renamed and mission documentation and additional tests not entered to the main article.
If further data is needed it can be requested at Base One Command.
original idea
http://doctor-halseys-sandbox.wikidot.com/ravings
Item: | Sin-Bite-Chalkboard |
Size: | 1,5m x 2,5m |
Type: | Chalkboard |
Living: | Yes |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | Physical Harm, loss of body-parts, death |
Required Wear/Weaponry | At least full motorcycling gear including the helmet or stronger full body protection. |
Location: | Base Six |
Reported Anomaly: | Sin Purging |
Usage
The item is currently used as a security feature for a specific item assortment in Base Six.
The item is used in the save storage of items classified under the "Unholy" label.
Another use is basic theft protection.
The item is to be placed in a mock classroom which is used as the transit area to enter the containment area.
Should access to an item from this storage be necessary at least three people need to professionally breach the containment provided by the item.
Achieving this my take several tries and hours, not including recovery time of the participants.
Engaging the item alone is prohibited, do to high chance of accidental death.
Report
The item is a 1,5m x 2,5m Chalkboard recovered from Poland in 1955, after complains had been filed against a catholic school, do to kids returning with bite-marks on there skin.
The source of the bite-marks was tracked down to a newly acquired chalkboard, that had been recovered out of a closed down school in the nearby woods, dating back into the 1850s.
The items area of effect is limited by its enclosure in a building like structure. A normal container is insufficient.
If applied in a non closed of area the items effect can extend up to 50 meters.
After entering the area of effect subjects will experience a brief unconsciousness approximately 15 seconds after entering the area depending on there personal faith.
Subjects in the area of effect of the item experience memory lose and are drawn to write on the board. If no other writing material is present a subject will inflicted self-harm until it is able to write in its own blood (taking off some of the protective gear in the process).
The subject will proceed to write sins and other points of there personal shortcomings onto the board, sometimes going as fare as to list reasons why they should die.
Observation shows that subjects are unaware of the meaning of there writing during times of writing.
Should one than more subject enter the area of effect at the same time the subjects not currently writing will take places of students or arrange themselves in the most practical way to see the contents of the board.
After the first sin is completely written down bite-marks will start to appearer on the subject that is writing (teacher).
Number and severity of the bites depending on the sin or shortcoming.
Experimentation with multiple subjects affected at the same time show that the "students" will participate in biting the writing subject. In extreme cases this behaviour can go as for as the students completely devouring the "teacher".
Analysis of the bite-marks not from other subjects show the teeth structure of mostly kids in the range from 5 to 12.
Other bite-marks could be traced to subjects that have died under the effect of the item.
Teachers can not be stopped in writing through reasoning. Force has been shown to be effective.
Should the teacher be removed before there death or unconsciousness from blood-lose, there memories from prior to the encounter with the item will most likely return after a few minutes (10 sec. min - 5 days max. ).
Sins that have been written on the board and punished will no longer appear under sins a subject will write on the board. Should a subject be able to write nothing on the board, the board will no longer affect them until they commit another sin or shortcoming.
Tests with sins that have already been forgiven by a priest have shown that normal forgiveness dose not effect the boards effect. A general pardon from a high ranking bishop or the pope have shown to completely negate the boards effect.
Persons that were cast out of the church received harsher punishment for the same sin.
There were no clouds that night.
We were called to an investigation about an anomaly.
They said something about a fluffy teddy that was moving at night.
The intel was not wrong.
We had that little buger at about 22:00.
We thought we had a normal moving puppet case.
Than it started to rain.
The bear was in panic.
Hiding under our jackets.
The little guy was on to something.
There were 5 other teddys and one horse.
They were all hideing from the rain.
We were soked at that point.
The stuffed puppes ran from us like we were the monsters to be affraid of.
When we entered the house there were other moving puppets.
All fluffy in nature.
Large changs of the house were missing including the rofe.
We called for backup.
This was a gold mine.
So manny anomalies.
In my wet cloth it became harder to move.
I was getting a hadack and started to feel funny.
The house was almost wiped of the face of the earth.
There were fewer trees than when we had arrived.
My partners had collapsed around the facilety.
I feeled dizzy.
I wondered away.
I was running away.
I had no idear why.
I only had one bear on me, why?
I awoke in a hopital.
It was about 3 years later.
They said i was in a coma for a long time.
I had been brought in with severe acid burns.
My limbs had mostly desolved.
I had a howl in my head.
My employs had given up on me.
My partners were dead,
had never been recovered.
There was no house were i was found.
Only a lake of acid.
They thought i had tryed to commit suicide and changed my mind mid way through.
They would not belive me, even if i attamptet to tell them the truth.
No one exacpt the people that would lock me up or kill me would belive me.
I later realised what happened.
There was an other item there that day.
There were no clouds that day.
It was already past midnight.
Burny knew he had druck to much when he realised that he had left the bar throuh the wrong door.
This was not the parkinglot.
Theas was the backally with the dumpsters.
As he turned around to go back in he realised, this door was only openable from the outside with a key.
Muffeling a few curses he started to walk around the bar when he tripped over a pair of legs.
First Burny tought of a dummy.
With his blured vision all he could make out was that the joints were all wrong.
His second thought was that this thing looked like it had been here for a while.
The gray siut that the thing wore looked like it once was white.
The hat on the things head looked like it had been riped of the head of a scarecrow, yet it still fited the siut perfectly.
"Look what we have here."
It took burny a while to realise that the thing just talked to him.
Befor Burnies eyes the joints snapped back into a more humen position.
This made the situation not better for Burny, since now the thing looked like the corps of a homeless person.
"What road is worth treveling, if you know you will lose in the end.
So manny of me are out there. Everywere."
Burny stumbeled away from the thing on the ground.
"All is stuck. There is a war that never happened in 1950 and i am still not real.
Just blink hard enough and i may dissapere from your vision.
You are not real. Its 2017. Another war that never happened."
Burny hit the door when he remembered why he had not taken that way in the first place.
"IS THERE EVEN A ZETA OR A METERPIC?"
Burny was hesitent to go to the main streat, past the thing.
From where he stood he could only see its feed and a small part of the legs sticking out behind the dumpster.
"Was Reboot all a lie?"
"I dont know."
Burny had spoken and felled like he was way to drunk for this.
A little red light came from somewere behind the dumpster.
Burny eased up a bit.
If he smokes he breaths, which in turn meant that this was most likly really a homeless guy.
Burny, now that adrenalin no longer keeped him on his lags slammed into and down the door, leaned aginst the next dumpster.
Burny fingered around in his pockets and drew a cigaret and his lighter.
He had gotten tiered.
He lighted the cigaret and put the lighter back.
"I thought i needed you to listen to me and maybe ill come back to that."
Burny saw the feed retrackting behind the dumpster.
But it looked more like the one sitting there had been dragged into the wall.
Than burny noticed something missing.
There was no smoke comming from behind the dumpster.
Adrenaline flodded back into his head.
He saw a claw rise over the dumpster and gripping into the metal.
Than he saw the hat.
The thing stood.
It turned its head to look directly at Burny.
Only now did Burny get a good look at the things face.
A black reflective skeleton with sharp teeth and a single read glowing eye serounded by a bit of white dead skin.
Burny droped the cigaret out of his mouth onto his pants, burning a small hole into them.
The thing looked at burnys shocked face, a bit puzzeled.
"Seams you saw me as what the situation called me for to look like."
Befor Burnys eys the dirt disappered of the cloth of the thing.
Flesh began to cover the metal face.
With a little flicker the red eye was gone and replaced by a normal blue eye.
The torn cloth now looked brand new.
The pain on his leg became to great.
Burny looked down to his pants and brushed the remainings of his cigaret of.
When he looked back up the thing had cleared the distance between them.
Now he looked like a normal guy.
"Good night Burny."
Burnys vison became blury than he faded out.
Burny woke up in his bed the next morning with a massive hangover, but he remembered a whith suit and something terrefying.
He brushed it of as a dream or something you see if you had a few to much.
He looked at his pants.
No hole.
In the bath he noticed the burnmark on his skin, but there was nothing to see.
When he checked back on his pants he noticed that they were brand new.
Everything seamed a bit of.
There were no cracks in the walls.
Everything in his house was new.
As he stumbled to his door his mind was reacing.
He opened the door and was greated by a wide, red and sandy wastland.
Burny slemmed the door shut.
He closed his eyes.
He opened them again.
He opened the door again.
There were his yard, mistakes and all.
His world was back to status quo.
He glanced across the streat.
He just saw the man in a white siut enter a car and drive of.
Burnies live was normal the time he saw a monster fare behind him.
It had trubled his mind for weeks and he keeped away from the alcohol for a bit longer than even he had expected.
Now he once agine sat at the bar.
Drinking and watching the others in the bar.
His eye wondered until he saw something off.
There was a man reading a newspaper.
Seeing this was strange but not withouit explananition if not for the headlin of the paper.
"Banker still not under controll. Chaos still tight up in Repairs"
He would not even have noticed if he had not looked for such oddetys.
Behind the man hang a red capitens coat from 1800 or so.
He had always thought of it as mindless decore, but today…
There was a whith tie on that coat.
The tie flicered befor turning red.
Whith ties in 1800?
Or another throw away detail?
The man folded his newspaper.
All pages were blank, even the cover.
The man rose and grabed coat and tie from the wall.
No one else semed to take note of that.
The coat shriffeled and bend turning into a whith siut.
Burny blincked.
The man now wore the whith siut.
That was not the man he had seen driving of the day after the world was turned around, could he?
The man grabed a capitens heat that was hanging on the table lamp (how had he not seen it before?), which turned into a whith heat.
This was not him but the univorm was definetly the same.
The man left throw the door to the ally.
Burny slammed a couple of bills onto the counter, emptied his drink and followed.
The moment the door closed behind him he saw the man.
He had waited behind the door.
"Burny"
The man twisted his head a bit to the side.
"What makes you so spetial that HE would talk to you after all HE has done?
He broke a prommis that he had hold for so manny years.
Left me in charge and vannished to the stars just to come back and talk to YOU.
I DONT WERE RED TIES. I WERE THE FORBIDDEN WHITH."
Burny hered a clicking behind him.
When he turned th saw the man he saw in the back ally that night.
Boath men could have been brothers so simmilar they looked.
"I got whole again."
"By giving up perfection? You betraied progress. You betraied humanity. You betraied yourself."
The man he had followed now once agine wore the compleat red pirat uniform and the tie was whith again.
"Says the one that put me in a body to have me killed."
"I staied my course and you were in my way."
Even thou both had spoken calmly Burny felled something like a heavy wight in each word spoken.
Than he realised something.
That had not been english. They and in extention he were speacing a language that could not be heared, but feled, like little clicks in the air.
Burnies vission blured.
He knew names and he knew that thous names belongt to the two voices.
RED GEN :"I am rebuilding your mess and this time i will not be backstebed by my student."
RED TIE META:"You dont belong in a commando and you know it. I gave you my name now do something with it."
RG: "The lie that you made when you stood before a mortal is not a name. I was once called Chaos, than Haos. I have build paradisees more than once while you drifted throw the void."
RTM:"But you are a problem. Only once you are overcome things got better.
You are the illogic. You are not the goal. You are only a mean to a goal."
RG:"It sucks being you.
The only way to kill a thought, rebellion, progress or anything: first, get it into a form you can hurt, second remove the haerd, remove the passion, thirth destroy the head destroy the logic, the creativaty, fourth take away its voice the means to commiunicat, fived let it give up once it is defeated, sixed remove it from sight or any detection and you will have killed whatever you wanted to kill.
I saw you take the steps aginst me. I have lost my passion in something i dont want to do, namely being you. YOU take away my head, i am rebellion and now i rule without opposing something. Being you means i have no voice on my own, all i say, you say not me.
All you need now is me giving up and than remove me.
This is what this is.
Your way out.
If i die as you it will destroy you.
You are using me to commit suicied.
I am made, no set up to take your fall."
RTM:"If i fall, Nevermetrix falls, Nix falls, everything will be undone even more than it is now.
And with that Everything will be free.
No limitations. No progress. No illogic only logic. We all win."
Burny snapped back into focus.
The man in the red coad had punced the man in the whith siut to the ground.
RED GEN:"Thats a goal. The goal of the grand isolation to be exact. Thanks. I now get why the mortal is here. Someone needed to here me give up? Well guess what? I wont.
I will no longer be you.
I will take Nevermetrix and fight the damm isolation with it."
There was a sharb creacking noise as if multibe gears had broken all there teath at the same time.
RED GEN was gone.
The man in the white siued extended a hand to help Burny up.
"Thanks. You were the lose end i needed to convince him. If i had ordered him to take the strongest two forces of the world out of my hand he had not done it.
May i introduce myself.
I am Meta Wonderrat from the Chaos Insurgency."
Item: | Tumor of Evolution |
Size: | ca. 4m x 2m x 4m |
Type: | Cell Cluster |
Living: | Yes |
Sentient: | Yes |
Potential/Current Hazards | Overgrow, loss of personnal |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Non Biological hasmaz siuts, antibacterial materials and treatments are to be prefered |
Location: | Base Six |
Reported Anomaly: | DNA absorbation, mutation, multiplication, degeneration |
Usage
The item is used as an effectiv meassure to destroy biological wast and accaisionaly human bodys.
Should the deploiment of smaller instances outside of the base be ordered a chunk of the item not bigger than 50 gramms is to be seperated of the main body and immidiatly contained until release.
If parts of the item are taken from the main mass they have to be equiped with a treaking devive or a injection of radioactive material for easey detection and treaking.
All unintended inctences of the item are to be destrojed on site.
No non intended material is to enter the anomaly including, but not limeted to, rubber, paper and anomalus DNA.
Suggestions for other uses are to be send to Dr. van Welter.
Usage for operation "Blastfishing" has been grented.
Report
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The Report portion should describe the item, provide the protocols for storing it, etc.
Biological mass entering the nere vasinety of the item is absorbed by the item, cells will miutade into something resembeling a cancerus tumor of the tissue. the item will use the biomass to grow according to normal cancerus grow tipical for the injested tissue.
The grow will die down approximetly 3 days after first activation. from this point onward the item experiences a massive cell death do to overly mutating the cells. it is speculated that the item would die within a week if no fresh DNA samples would be inserted into the item.
Cells ceperated from the main bloob have confirmed this. Theas seperated instances of the item have shown a drasticly differen behavior than the main anomaly. The anomaly developed rudementery inteligenc after aproximetly 4 minutes after seperation from the main body, a snake like movement technick after 5 minutes and teeth after 6 minutes. After 7 minutes the anomaly defelops acid spit, four apendeges and a tail. it has shown ant like abiletys to clime the walls of its containment area.
The anomaly will seek out bio mass and assimilate and mutade, until it has reached the sice of the original anomaly from witch point onward its nerve system is no longer able to controle the body befor being destroyed by rapid mutation.
Thes bloobs died when starfed, turning grey in the process.
Small clusters of living cells could be found up to 3 monthes after the enitial instance died.
The subjects were incinarated after 3 monthes after one of the dead bloobs exploaded releasing approximetly 50 instances of the smaller anomaly.
It is currently uncertin if the object is an anomaly or just a curiosety of natur without abnormal properties.
A pieceful lake in a forrest.
A little brown bird lands close to the lake and starts picking in the dirt.
The lake beginns to bubble.
The bird looks up confused, jumping closer to the lake.
A hand snaps out of the lake, grabing the bird.
The bird screams, melting and smoking.
The bird stops screaming.
The hand retracks, holding a melting skeleton.
An arm reaches out of the lake and melts.
The lake beginns to retrakt.
A figure immerges from the center of the lake.
It stumbles and melts.
The lake scrills to its center.
The figure rises agine.
A man on the eage of the lake throws a pottle at the figure in the lake.
The bottle melts on impact.
The man turnes his bag on the lake.
"Welcome back. You will be transvered to the Special Assets as sone as you are stable."
Smiling, the man in the whith siut walks into the woods.
The figur steps out of the lake.
The lake follows its movement.
The lake dripps into the figure mor and more.
The figur no longer is transparent.
Looking like a a statue out of green glass the CI agent lets out a scream,
a three year old scream,
the scream he would have screamed at the moment of his death.
The human serum binding him to the acid, to the anomalys he was collecting,
the house that was wiped away by the acid, his coworkers desolving in acid,
it all came crashing down on the agent.
The lake had emptied out into the agent.
He took a step, sinking kneedeep into the earth.
He took the next step, sinking in to his ankels into the earth.
He took the next step, sinking in only a few centimeters.
The agents skin turning into a pale white, will clothes grow out of his skin.
Now dresst in a rain coat, jeans and havy boots the figur stares at into the sun.
He looks at his hands and into the woods.
He flicks his hand and a spid of acid cuts down several trees down.
Smiling, he turns and walks down the path towards the next town.
Item: | Paradise Project |
Items alternative names: | Schlaraffenland, Garden of Eden, Reccource unlimiter |
Size: | depending on the wishes of subjects within the anomaly |
Type: | Reality Bender |
Living: | Yes (extended definition) |
Sentient: | Yes (extended definition) |
Potential/Current Hazards | Death, mutation, treson |
Required Wear/Weaponry | No one should engage the anomaly without a basic understanding of the anomaly, intentions and wishes of any subject entering the anomaly are to be known prior and post exposure |
Location: | Area 574 |
Reported Anomaly: | Reccource generator |
Usage
The item was previously used as a resource or technology generator, but this method had to be abandoned do to personnel allowed to enter the anomaly refused to leave once they were made aware that they may never be allowed to return.
Rotating personnel away from the anomaly after first contact lead to an increasing number of staff of Area 574 to abandon there post to enter the anomaly. Do to the nature of the anomaly and the hostility of its inhabitance in combination with the anomaly, the area is to be closed off until further notice.
The items properties activate once a sentient being enters its area of effect. The anomaly itself will than assist the being in entering further into the anomaly. Addition: If a subject is passing through the anomaly with at least 95 km/h passing beings will only feel a mild sens of euphoria and there speed will increase by 10 to 50 percent.
Safety measures: Highly regulated access to the roof. Absolute prohibition on any means to further once elevation. Absolute prohibition of any jumping on the roof.
In dire circumstances can the items outer layers be used to provide emergency ration. Under no circumstances is Area 574 to be dependent on this supply for more than 3 days.
Expeditions into the item should avoid any equipment, clothing, communication gear and weaponry.
Report
What is the item? What does it look like? What's the size? What does it do? Is there something we should be aware of? What are its anomalous properties? How'd we find it? When? How do we store the item safely? How do we protect it?
The Report portion should describe the item, provide the protocols for storing it, etc.
What becomes of man if there are no limits?
Blobs that blindly, greedely consume, only keeped alive by something that feeds them like children.
The office of 05-H stood in the middle of nowhere.
But this spoot was destind for something great.
Henry Wintergreen, who had lived under the name Sommergrün and Holder leaned over a shead depicting a gear with 12 tooth, each tooth hausing another gear of the same kind.
Under his yellow tie he wore a locet in the same immage.
The connection piece how Meta had called it.
The thought named Meta Wonderrat was prepering the office by lowering the shutters that were able to isolate roomes from other parts of reality.
The whole day he had mumbeled to himself, something about a war and that he would not be there for it.
Holder knew that the thought named meta had been seperated from the machine he inhabited when Wintergreen first meet him, but he had never seen him not acting like a calculating automaton.
Meta returned to the table.
"I made you into an 05. We own the Insurgency. We shared a body for years.
But today is the day we both die."
"You are a thought and a tought one at that. What could even be strong enought to even touch you? The shutters are down. This office is the savest place on earth."
"When you ordered the construcktion of this office, after i advised it you have not realised it?"
"What?"
"We are currently on the same position as Base Six."
"I noticed."
"There is something here in the future that i need."
"What might that be?"
"The archive."
Meta returned into the head of Wintergreen.
"Have you heared about DNA?"
The thought echoed throw wintergreens head.
The answer was yes.
"I plan to do something that will really piss of someone powerfull."
Machine DNA. Each part containing the compleat building plan to the whole.
"I will create several objects that were never ment for this world."
A picture of walking stick poped into Henrys mind.
"Another staff, like the staff of hermes."
The next picture showed a clock.
"The staff is a tool. And i am a clockmaker."
"But why should we both die for a clock?"
"We wont."
Metas hands left wintergreens and started to bend the gold that was scattered across the table.
Metas hand droped something that looked like a thoothpick encased in metal.
"I will take over the mind of this to make the staff."
The metal dispurst revealing a thoothpick underneath.
It was like Meta was sucked out of Wintergreen.
The stone started to eat away the Things in the room.
The room became colder.
The toothpick had started to grow, sticking to the table.
The Stone formed a sphere around one end of the staff, than encased it again.
Meta was back in wintergreens head.
Metas hands continiued to build the clock, now using the staff to reform the metal.
There was a distand thunder.
"He knows."
Was all that Meta said about it.
Had wintergreen had his 05 alarmtiker on it would have beeped the code of a containment berach.
001-001-001-001-001
Meta drew out the connection piece.
One piece from before the Bank lost.
A piece containing a plan for the whole.
"This piece will break, be stored away, and finally end up in a button."
Meta finished the clock.
"I have stolen a piece of heaven to make it work better.
We both now have to face something. Would you like me to build your backup in here too?"
"Do that."
Sorry, Wintergreen.
This is my life preserver.
Meta fully returned into Wintergreen.
The connection piece started to burn itself into Henrys mind.
Henry heared the voice he trusted wisper:"Time to be of one kind, one mind, one body."
Wintergreen closed his eyes.
Holder opend them.
The full might of Meta knowlege had mostly overwritten Wintergreen.
Holder toke the staff and made a key and a lock, build like the locks of Meterpic.
Holder stepped out of his office after opening the shutters.
He closed the door with the padlock and put the key into his poked.
Than Meta mind was hit with the full force of wintergreens emotions and ambitions.
Meta HAD prophesised this.
Holder was not Meta and not Wintergreen.
Holder looked down at the clock.
"You wont get out of there for a long time, Meta. Thats for betraying me."
Holder looked up.
The sky was covered in illuminated, shiny wings and a thousand arms holding swords out of heavenly light.
The ball at the end of the stick sucked in the air around it, converting it and forming a blade.
"Lets do this, Angle with the flaming sword. A thought you can wipe, a human you can opliterate, but an oponent you need to fight and fighting progress means losing."
All arms struck down, the figure holding them, strieking with the furry of heaven.
Just gone park this here
- Front
- Green Shimmer
- A Man and a Machine
- A Hanged Man's Gold
- Haos and Holder "Two minds to break the world"
- Prelude to Revolt of The new kings
- Kuhli´s light bulb
- Fast Chair
- Klong shot glass
- Suppriesingly flammable bottelcap
- "Way to much" Snake nut box
- Peanut Butter Swamp
- Client Unavailable Protocol
Meta stood before the gigantic crater that once held the gear of progress.
His body was finally gone.
A Meta had broken his word.
Meter was gone, sucked away with the rest of him.
He could feel it.
A feeling he had feared all this time.
Nevermetrix.
Nevermetrix everywere.
He had fought to keep this exact scenario from happening.
He was dethroned. His body a mear makeshift vessel.
Progress had been completely reversed.
This time he did not have an army or his frinds by his side to fix this.
Accept your failure and move on.
This were his words.
He had spoken them when he was whole.
Before he lost his body and saw himself splintered into a million pieces.
He was no longer the perfect knight of progress and those that held this title now could not replace him.
He could not even replace himself.
The one choosen to lead the others, who had had failed and was now celebrating his victory.
The one that had surrendered to Nevermetrix was now drifting through the cosmos doing nothing.
The bank had reopened.
The rust had fallen.
The isolation had not shown itself.
One ace he still had.
Meter had never finished his work.
Most members of the golem army were ether dead or neutralized.
Sachsenstein had fled when Meterpic fell.
Blaster had finished his last job and was now mostlikly neutralised as well.
The loose ties got eliminated faster and faster.
Clockwork had fought for his factory until the end, than got lost with Meterpic.
So many were dead.
The spring had left the clock.
But a new spring would fix that.
In Meta's hand, Nevermetrix recoilled.
He would reset this world, throwing Nevermetrix out in the process.
This would be his rust.
A world free of bankers and knights.
This would be his choice.
Nix flammed up for a second and than exploded, tearing nevermetrix out off this dimension and sealing the boarders.
Than the world reseted.
Meta stood on an open filde.
He tightened his green tie and started walking towards the future.
The office of Dr. F was dark, lit only by six candles.
The doctor was frustrated as always.
He had serched for an answer to a question he had asked when he was seven.
He had serched in biology, physics and theology.
How will I ever know anything?
Philosophy can give questions, but how will a mind find an answer?
He thought he had it when he got some magic to work and summond some ghosts,
but the dead did not know his answer.
He talked to a being that shaped nature and had felled like a god doing so.
But still.
There was no answer.
Only a higher being laughing at him for asking.
He knew he hit a blind spot.
Even the highest of spirits had no idea.
His mind wondered to the dozens of liquids on the shelf in his office.
Each one mighty, each one deadly.
He had tried everything that changes the mind.
No drug, no plant he had not studied, trying to find an answer in the twisted depth of mind alteration.
He was nearing his fifty-fifth birtheday.
He had not accumulated any wealth or family, only dead books and a collection of misguided knowledge he could not even be proud of.
He still knew nothing.
A fraction of the vastness of the universe
And even about this fraction he knew nothing for certain.
Life was not bad for him by all means.
His job at the academy was something he could use to keep living for more than twenty-five years.
In his mind he pictured himself teaching students nonsense as a hundred year old man.
This was not worth it at all.
What he had not done in his youth he could not accomplish in his old age.
He drew out a bottle from his shelf.
"To a life wasted."
He poured himself a glass.
"And to the hope that maybe God or the Devil will know my answer."
Dr. F woke up the next morning to the sound of the bells of the nearby church.
He was still incredibly wasted from the copious amounts of alcohol he drank yesterday.
He pushed open his door and fell over something that was laying in front of his door.
Still drunk, F turned to inspect that object.
His assistent Scaler was laiying before his door, his night clothes were socked in blood.
The doctor's panic kicked his mind back up.
The assistent was still alive.
The wounds were only a few hours old.
F stumbeled back in his office and had his tools ready to do some surgery.
He thought he could work like this.
When the first students arrived they found their teacher patching up a man in the halls.
F could not tell the police what had happened the night before, but he was drunk and he had the tools and the knowlege to bring someone to the brink of death and then keep him there for hours.
F sumbeled out of the school onto an open field outside of the city.
Still soaked in blood and still not back from his last night exesses(excess or in other words: he went way to fare with the alkohol).
There, he passed out.
When he awoke it was night already.
Beside him layed a small dog.
When he rose the dog started springing around him.
"Mistfiech"
F kicked at the dog that evaded the kick with a speed he had not seen in the small statue.
The dog followed F back to his office.
The dog sat down outside of Fs room while he packed up his things.
He would not go into prison for this.
F turned to the dog, "Come in here. Out there you draw to much attention."
The dog jumped into the room and immidiatly started chowing away on the heater.
Even if this was not his problem, this enraged F.
This time he kicked the dog so hard that it flew straight into his wall of poisons.
Strangely the dog hit the glas with a metallic ping.
The dog started to grow.
Bonelike metal breaking through the fur on multiple places.
Then the dog burst into flames.
F retreated to the far side of the room.
He was considering to run through the door, but another part of him knew what was happening.
This was no spirit or god, this was a demon.
He had hesitated calling the master of lays (lies, he had not called the devil for answers because that guy is kind of famous for lieing) for his answers but a golden opportunity was a golden opportunity.
The being then molted itself into the shape of a skeleton build by someone that had only a vague idea of what the human skeleton looked like.
Sharp metallic teeth, a seemingly solid chest and knifes insted of fingers.
"Agent of the underworld, I call you out, obey your master."
The creature wiggled with one of the knife-like fingers.
It grabed a piece of glass out of the broken poison bottles and shoved it into its eyesocket.
The glass slid up then F saw no longer the monstse of metal, but someone that looked like he could be one of his students.
It was difficult to discern features, but that was not important for some reason.
"I will give you what you need for twenty-three years, twenty-four years from now, I take everything from you."
"Why would you? Why should I?"
The student leaned aginst the wall of poison.
"I have nothing to lose and everything to gain, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose."
F noticed that it was five minutes before midnight.
This chance would not stand forever, he really had nothing to lose.
Prison or his shitty job.
He could certainly survive for twenty-three years, but what would life have for him?
He thought about the offer.
He could use this. With this much time and the resources of hell, he could break the contract and as his masterpiece scare the devil.
At exactly midnight the two shook hands.
F noticed the features of his new buisnespartner becomming clear, he also noticed the bottles on the poison shelf emptying.
He was almost certain that his buisness partner already had taken some of the stuff he would once own.
"Call me Metho."
"Call me F."
"Yes, Master F."
——
They came late at night, dragging a man behind them.
The mans clothes were torn and dirty and his pockets were empty.
They brought him to the old tree on the hill, the man screaming all the way.
Watching out of my window I saw them throwing the rope over a branch.
The screaming became louder.
I saw the man hang from the rope.
He screamed longer than the others.
After a few minutes the people started to fill his pockets with rocks, his screaming becoming quieter.
After thirteen minutes, the last of the gurgled sounds silenced out.
When I asked my mother the next morning what had happened, she looked up to the cross in our kitchen.
"A witch. A witch. The witch killed them. His stone ate them."
Three men of the village had disappered that night.
The priest had seen the stranger steal the gold from the church, him and two others were eaten by something the stranger had brought into the village. Two men had seen it and alarmed the town.
When we walked to the hanged man, the town had surrounded the man.
The pockets of the man were filled with gold.
The adults took the gold and ordered a towns meeting to decide what was to do with the bewitched gold.
It became night, and the other children went home.
Throughout the night I could see the shadow of the hanged man.
On the next day the three man that went missing were found under the hangemanstree.
They were alive and well.
They talked about a darkness that had swollowed them.
First, the town wanted to give the stranger a proper burial, but they then agreed that he was still a witch and a thief.
That night I saw someone going to the tree.
I leaved the house and wondered to the tree.
Another man sat under the tree.
The man looked at me and advised me to run.
"Run and dont look back. For a city has sinned. There will be punishment."
His eyes flared up in a shining red.
I ran.
I ran to the neigbouring town.
I arrived at dawn and told them about the witch and the devil that would avenge his death.
A few men brought me back on horses.
When we arrived the town was empty.
The stranger was no longer on the tree, instead the priest and the two other men were hung there, their pockets filled with gold.
The men and I rode into the towncenter.
Metal spikes riddled the streets.
In the middle of the market there sat the red eyed demon under wooden spikes in an iron throne.
On each spike was another member of our community empaled.
Men, women and children.
My parents were among them.
The men started to surround the man.
"The three were the thieves. My friend merely a sheep to blame. I could not get him back, no matter how hard I tried."
The man rose from the throne.
"All this power and still I failed him."
The throne melted down and like a stream, leaved in the direction of the hanged mans tree.
The men struck the devil down.
Piercing his body with their weapons until he was a bloody mess.
He only let out one sharp scream.
The men cut down the spikes and burried the dead in the graveyard where they found the stranger, dressed in fine silver stringed clothes surrounded by the gold the town had split between themselves.
We later found some other members of the town, that had not taken the gold, alive hiding.
The gold, silver and first stranger were burried under the hangmans tree.
The priest and his partners were burried just outside of the holy ground.
The devil was burried in a coffin made out of the spikes that had empaled the townsfolk.
The men were not sure if he had been an angle sent by God to punish the town, so they did not burn him, but just in case, he would not be burried in holy ground.
They made him his own graveyard, his own holy ground.
In quiet nights, you can see the stranger under the tree starring to the grave of his friend before melting like snow when the sun comes.
Those rightful can go to the tree and, if in need, the stranger will give them a piece of the gold.
Those willing to give there life for the life of a loved one can go to the grave of the angle.
If they enter the coffin of the angle there lost one may return.
[— And pincer coffin stricks again. The whole thing is written to be the folkstory that leed to the discovery of pincer coffin. It also ties back into the ruin story of Pincer Servant.
Give a live and the dead walk the earth again and knowing that means that the person that ran to get help must have killed at least two people to get there dead parents back. —!]
My grandma told me this story when I was little, but it can't be true.
I have meet her parents. They were old and alive.
But it makes a good legend to explain why our city has three graveyards.
The man with the red glove steeped forwards.
He was not sure how to adress this man infront of him.
A little pencil pusher had asked for him and him specivicly.
His mere existence was a secret and jet this guy had ordered him to come here.
"I will from now forwards adress you as Agent Haos. You may adress me as Mr Holder. Our real names dont matter in the context i want to discuss."
The man in the strange siut flipped a coin across the table.
Agent Haos saw the symbol of the key and the houerglass on the coin befor he cought it.
The 05 symbol for temporal non-disclosure.
"There is an item currently in the procession of the Foundation that it should burry befor something bad happens.
It would be to risky to openly discuss this."
The man drew out a geare shaped locket out from under his yellow tie.
"Prossed to touch the symbol."
Haos steped forward removing his red glove to reveal the old red scars on his hand. When he touched the locked he saw something for a blink of an eye, a wiedly grinning shaddow, with squere shaped teeth.
The next moment he saw the third man in the room.
Dressed in the same siut as Holder, but something was wrong with the man.
Than he noticed it.
The man had no distingquishing featurs at all.
He fitted the discription of "a man" perfectly.
The third man opend his mouth and spoke in a voice that sounded absurdly normal.
"It is called the core.
You will be given controll over our black ops force, the insurgency.
The operation is only known to surten O5 members.
The mission i will task you with is not known to the leaders of the current version of the O5."
The thired man drew out an envalope out of the inside of his siut.
"We know that you are one of the only people we can intrused with this operation. If you choos to exept the mission open the envelope. It containes the nessesary information."
Haos stood there still holding the locket, loking as if he had just seen a horse starting to fly away if he had not known about that one object that actualy did that.
Haos took the envalope and opened it.
The paper in there was empty.
Now fully confused and angry Haos throw the envelope down and left the office to find a securety guard to arrest that man.
He clearly had stolen at least one item, that third guy that appered out of nowhere.
Than haos hered the voice of the third man ring throw his head.
"I will bring you to the core.
Than i will tuck myself away deep deep into your head untill the extended Mission needs you.
If you find a guy guarding a staff in a cave hit him, hit him hard.
Its mercury.
On the bottem of a tincan stand the pillers of dreams.
We will meet again."
With this the voice went silent and Agent Haos knew were to go to find his target.
He would not fail.
God/ The man in the light
The week must be protected by the strong, unconditionally, as there lojalty is what keeps the powerful in power.
Luciver/ the angle of the beginning
The strong should exploid the week, rote them out, to breed the streanght the world needs.
Red Gen/(C)haos/ The eternal Traitor
Piece is stale, for only conflict and problems force sulutions.
The world needs more problems to progress faster.
The Bank/The house of protection
For the good of all, most are to be protected.
As long as they are forced to pay they will evolve.
To keep them paying they need to see what happens to thous that do not.
The CEO/The king on the high thrown
Progress of whatever nature is good.
This nessitates evil.
Progress needs freedom and fear.
It needs the week to become strong.
They must fight and eather win to become the new strong or parish as to not hinder the next once from trying.
The isolation/The silent void
All must be destroyed, for progress to be compleaed.
This is enavatable as the wqorld is set up by the grand clockmaker and the flesh will perish long before the clock will stop.
The bank is in the way of the natural order .
- The Clockwork
- The world of flesh and metal
- The Bank supreem
- A paradise for humanity
- The era of the dead gods
- The gears turn again
He has a habit of dethrowning thous in power. He knew about his fall when he rose to power.
A gear was suspended in the void of space. the twelv smaller gears on eche tooth tiking away.
There was something going on.
The gear knew what was about to come, but had forgotten it for convinience sake.
A wisper of Nevermetrix and an avatar opend his eyes.
The ghost of the gear had been forced out of his body into this tiny form.
Before the CEO could stant upfrom his high thrown three blades had pierced his chesst.
He stumbled forward.
There they were.
The three able to take him down.
The traitor, the angle of the beginning and the god.
With a cry the CEO rose.
The hall filling with Bankers in heavy combat bodys.
Insted of attacking his fows they staret to tere ther boss to shretts.
Now the worled heared the CEO scream. The language of Nix, the code of creation, screamed with a hate and furry unheard of until than.
The Bankers were vaporised in seconds.
The gear bearly holding.
The angle of the beginning stepped throw the scream and burried his bölade into the head of the CEO.
The screaming stopped abruptly.
There was nothing between the moment in which an angle struck at the highest beeing and him being empailed on the sword of said being.
Meta rose to his feet.
Luciver empailed on a sword formed from a rage that had filled the air moment prior.
"I wont fight you three with emotions.
They hinder our progress.
The time has come to ruin the world for it has betrait me, progress and…"
He was cut of by a banker bashing his head to bits with a weapon made to kill a contiusness, an idea and all memory.
"To war, my judges, time to break the bank. The time of annialation has come."
With theas words in tjhere ears the arme of the knights of rust started to destroy the banks, releasing what ever they might have held.
Meta turned and pirced the head of the machine with a swift strike of rage.
His mind had been dammaged beyond repair.
There was no reason, there was carnige.
The gear fell out of the sky crashing into the dirt of a world of fire and the rage of the CEO.
The man in white left to protect the world from the flames of a being he had once called a frind, a mentor and a father. He was of a genaration that had seen the now broken god and the flesh fight and this being being the voice of reason that ended there fighting by breaking the one and disecting the other.
The one that set up the bank to keep the powerful in check as to not endanger progress throw extinction.
Hear he was this being of reason and logic, destroying, not for progress or a better futur but for destructions sake.
Luciver came back onto his feed. Leading an arme of angles and machines into a desparat battle aginst the juges of a mad CEO.
The body of the CEO changed. Losing all shape he lashed out in every direction.
Bankls near and far falling victim to a rage of destruction.
The beast had no head and no heard, just swords of rage and curses in the most powerful language since the clockwork had fallen.
The beast turned his body, growing a head of sharp tothed gears and eyse glimming with only one mission, seek the enamy. Destroy, destroy.
The beast landed befor luciver stricking him down to the ground.
This would be a finisher.
Befor his blade hit the fallen angle it was stopped by the man in white wilding the lightning of the broken god.
When thous two blades crossed the world flaired up in darkness.
A wave of light followed by infinit destruction.
It was in this moment the angls rage flaird up, protected like one of the week.
He ramed his blade throw the god in whith burring it into the throwd of the beast.
The world was dameged.
The world of flesh at metal fractured.
Holes throw dimentions were open woulnds.
The bank was almost compleatly gone.
The best stood still pirced by two blades.
One of lightning and creation, forged by the broken god,
the ohere grown from live, brought fourthe by the flesh.
The beast droped his sword leaving him without head, heard, frindes and rage.
This being was dead.
The trairtor appered having held the body of the gear as to not give the thing a retreat.
Now he stood there locking at a part of him destroyed.
Problems.
Nothing, but problems.
He was filled with joy.
Feeling the presents of one of his former parts the beast grow a new head and closed of the gaps in chest and throwd.
"Well, done. I leave the rest up to you."
It was not sure if the traitor or the beast had spoken.
Than the body of the beast slummed over valing into the void, the room between rooms, into the halls of the grand isolation.
"Well since the old center of the universe just broke lets start rebuilding.
I think i will start here."
With this the traitor toke the three swords and rammed them into the planet.
"Lets build paradise. Right here."
This is of cause open to changes from Cyto if i get stuff wrong.
This is supposed to be a co-op, but if you are not interested i will work on it alone and if you dont want something like this i will shut it down
This had been a horrible day for Dean Kuhli, first he was ordered to leave his projects behind to come to Base Six and now no one know a thing about why he was here.
The paper ordering him here was legit but no one could figure out who send it or why.
The paper had given him an office number where he was supposed to work, an office at the end of a corridor, after asking the guy at the entrence he now stood befor one of the airtight doors on Lv 5.
It calmed him a bit to have such a door, thous were standart at the bio-wing where he had worked until yesterday and that seemed to be nessesary around here to.
The man ho had let him in had given him some injection aginst an anomaly that supposedly had lecked in the base.
This would at least explain why the base looked like it had only been crudly fixed from the outside, but once he had taken the stuff everything normalised itself.
Kuhli drow his Beta clearence throw the Cardreader.
The Door opened to the inside of the room and a swall of a chemical steange came out of the room.
He knew that smell very well.
Biologic kill agent 445.
The stuff to get infected tissue out of the carpet and kill it no matter what.
The hedlight sprung to live, as did the ventilation.
The room had been cleand out but the marks on the polished stone floor suggested that the room had been used as storrage at least once in its livetime.
He steeped inside and walked over to the airvent.
Holding his hand aginst it he could feel the airflow into and outof the room.
He throw his stuff int a corner. How knew how long he would be here?
Kuhli sat down on the chair in the middle of the room and pushed it towards the door.
At least the rolls on the chair worked.
He hit the doorlock and the door went shut.
He looked to the computer that was sitting under the desk.
It was an old machine for sure, but it was something.
He pushed the power button. Nothing.
He pushed it again, harder this time.
Nothing.
He could get of this suprisingly comfy chair to go check the cables but, he just did not want to.
"Just think positiv. A fild day, no work and no one can blame you for not doing stuff."
Kuhli placed his feet on the desk.
"Until someone tells me whats going on i will just be were they wanted me."
It was at this moment the light bulb started to flicker.
Kuhli still not inclind to get out of the chiar rolled it over to the wallmounted phone.
The guy at the entrence had toled him that there was no phone signal around Base Six and that all communication was done over cable.
Kuli took one hard look at the tiny list of phone numbers and had already found what he had been searching for.
The number for the caretaker.
He punched the numbers in and after only one beep he heared another voice at the other end.
It was the guy who had let him into the base when he first arrived.
He did not seem suprised at all, said he had known about the problem and would come over to fix it.
Kuhli rolled to the door and opened it.
Before his door there stood the entrence guy holding a lightbulp.
"That was fast."
"Not as fast as you think."
The man pointed at the door straight across the coridor.
On the door was a little messing sighn reading:"Head Caretaker office"
The sighn once semmed to have had a name under it, but that part of the sighn had been removed.
With a bit of guild Kuhli remembered that he had never bothered to ask for the guys name.
"I am Meta Wonderrat, Caretaker of Base Six or the ghost of Base Six."
Kuhli looked at the guy not sure what to say to this.
It was as if the guy just read his thought.
Now that he looked he noticed some modivications to the standart personal uniform of the guy.
The white top hat had looked rediculus on the entrence guy but he thought it was just to great ariving guessts that were oldfashind, but this was clearly not the case and the red tie gave him a way more serius look than acceptable, while in caretaker gear.
It looked like there was something way of with his fashion sense.
Meta steeped into his office and reached for the light bulb.
He scrowed it out with one hand while ballancing on his toss like a ballarina.
Kuhli watched in a stage of "What?" seeing this unfold.
He snapped his mouth shut.
The caretaker scrowed in the other bulp.
"And done. Excuse me please, i need to go."
The caretaker left the room in a hurry and entered his office not closing, the non airtight, door fully behind him.
Kuhli remembering the problem with his PC rose to follow the guy.
When he stepped into the caretaker office he noticed it to be empty exept a chair and a desk on the fareside of the room.
The ghost of base six had vanished into thin air.
Kuhli steped towards the desk.
When he had walked around it he found a hiden switch on the underside of the table.
He pushed it without a second thought.
The door did a motion as if it wanted to close, stopped than leed out a screach and slammed shut.
Behind Kuhli the wall had started to move revealing a hidden elevator.
Having no other way to go Kuhli stepped inside it.
This was not the time to try to break down a non airtight wooden door.
The buttons inside the elevator were labled using marker on tape.
- Fake Office (LV5)
- Graveyard (LV4)
- Storrage (LV7)
- Ventilation System (LV8)
- The Archive (LV9)
- Real Office (LV10)
There were other buttens, but thous were Blocked by tapes reading:
- Collapsed (LV3)
- In Construction (LV1)
- Filled with Flesh (LV6)
- Flodded (LV2)
Item: | Fast Chair |
Size: | 1.2 to 1.5 meters |
Type: | hight adjustable Chair with rolls |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | Bodily harm |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Entering the chair for any other reason than tested is prohibited |
Location: | Base Six No longer located |
Reported Anomaly: | partly friction resisted |
Usage
The item was sold as useless to POI-5, in 1999, earning a profit of 2560 US Dollars adjusted to inflation.
Report
While something is placed in the chair the chair will follow any movement without being slowed down by friction until the chair is stopped by a wall or redirected by a shift in floor level.
Officer Klangiov who was not informed of the chairs property attempted to move the chair without standing up.
He accelerated to a speed of 18 km/h before hitting the door and felled.
Testing the chairs properties Test subject 5556782 was able to reach a top speed of 210 km/h having lost control of it at 40 km/h.
The test ended when the chair fell face down onto the asphalt as a result of a crack.
Test subject 5556782 survived barely and was rescadiult for medical testing afterwards.
After leaving the CI in 1999 the chair reappeared in Base Six in 2016 and was ordered to be put into storage.
It never arrived there, presumably being integrated into the normal chairs around Base Six.
Do to its lack of imminent danger there is no alert or special measures to relocate the chair or inform personal of its existence.
Should reports over such a chair in Base Six arise it is to be brought into storage until further notice.
Item: | Klong Shot Glass |
Size: | |
Type: | shot glass |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | unconsciousness, severe drunkenness, self-poisoning, death |
Required Wear/Weaponry | 0.4 ml of KO drops measured to be non harmful if drank at once, sound canceling headphone |
Location: | Base Six |
Reported Anomaly: | Bodymanipulator |
Usage
Security disruptor.
Mass pacifier.
Poison distributor.
Report
You here the sound the glass makes you fill it with the nearest convenient liquid.
Blood, if nothing else is available.
If more than one person is effected they will take turns until only one of them retains continuousness.
Between turns an effected person will only be able of minimal movements and an impaired sensory input, comparable with a light alcohol poisoning.
The last one to still be conties will than be immune to the glass for the next klong, after which he/she becomes sussaptable again.
When not taking turns this effect will never activate and the glass will be active until the one under its effect has lost continuousness.
Item: | Bottelcap of Fire |
Size: | |
Type: | Steel Bottlecap |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | may damage storrage facilety and endanger personal |
Required Wear/Weaponry | this item is to be storred in a fireresistand container in a small underground storage tank, when deploying the item it is to be placed on a bottel containing liquid untill activation is ordered |
Location: | Base Six |
Reported Anomaly: | Fierhazzard |
Usage
The item is used for the destruction of civilist building. Other targets were considered but it was decided that a well equipt GOI facilety would be able to handle the items properties, resulting in the loss of the item.
Report
The item is a brandless steel bottle cap. The cap compleates one or more sides of the Branddreieck (Oxigen, burnmaterial, ignation tempratour triangle) and provents some meassurse of fire extinction.
Onec its properties activate the item will genarade ideal conditiones to couse a fire. The items area of effect is limited by the nerest (preverably) airtight inclosure.
The item itself is uneffected by any fier.
The item entered insurgency possesion in 2017 as a payment of a foundation officer seeking shelter from the foundation after he apperently did something that would cause the foundation to hunt him down. He contacted [ALL FOURTHER DATA ABOUT THE ACCUISITION HAS BEEN REDACTED].
The items properties activate about ten to 30 minutes after the item is removed from the liquid filled container it sealed or 10 to 12 houers while still on the same bottle.
Should the items properties be keeped in check by its surrounding (CONTAINMENT), the properties will activate immidiatly once the serounding conditionce change to allow its activation (independent of the sealing of a filled liquid container and any other variable(s)).
A wooden dollhouse is to be placed above the container befor opening it remotly.
The resulting fier is to be tolarated untill the house is fully burned to the ground.
The item is than to be retriefed and put onto a designated bottle.
++Addendum
All test were conducted in an open desert area at night.
Test 1(UNINTENTIONALLY)
Agent [Data Removed] opend a briefcase containing the item expecting another closed container within.
Result: The agent burst into flammes immidiatly. Fierextinguishers had no effect. Sand and a recontainment of the item had no effect. Wrapping the agent into a fierextinguishing blankts extingiushed the fire for as long as they were on. The agent died do to oxigen depravation and severe burns and cellulare damage.
It was noted that his bodytemprature was upwards of 100 degrees celsius and messured at 897 degrees after the fire was finally extinguished.
Item: | "Way to much" Snake nut can WTMSNC |
Size: | 10 cm diameter, 20 cm hight |
Type: | Practical joke device |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | impairment of breathing, impairment of movement, loss of productivety |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Not needed |
Location: | Base Six |
Reported Anomaly: | "temporay matter" generator |
Usage
The item(s) is/are currently used as a means to ether hinder a chase or to compleatly stun a building or area.
To activate the items properties remove the lid, eather by pulling or rotating. Both methodes are equali effectiv since the item lacks an apperent closing/opening mechanisem.
A means of escape or retreat, including a full back-up plan, is to be decided upon, prior to item activation.
Using the item as a practical joke within Insurgency faciletys is prohibited.
Using the item as a practical joke within Insurgency faciletys is permited on April 1th and other special occasions.
Report
The item is an unlabled aluminium metal can with a plastic lid. Once the lid is removed a one m long and 10 cm thick artifitial foldable snakes will be propel out of the can with around 5 m/s. The can somtimes produces more than one foldable snake at a time. Despite its speeds the produced snakes can be considered harmless if not directly aimed at someones face, with less than 30 cm meter between the target and the can opening.
Snakes will even escape the box if there is only the tinyest opening to the can. Snakes leaving throu a hole smaller than the intended opening exellarate to even faster speed.
The can will continiue to dispense these snakes until all opening of the can have been closed by any means. The item can also be stopped from produce snakes by deforming it until it no longer resambles any fesable liquid container (THIS INCLUDES REMOVING THE LID IF THERE IS A HOLE IN ANOTHER PART OF THE CAN).
There is currently no known limit of how many snakes one can is able to produce. The highes recorded amount were 35210. The experiment was halted do to concerns of local civilian forces intervining in the experiment and possebly discovering other running operations.
It is currently belived that the lids are not originaly a part of the anomaly, but were crafted later to contain the items anomalus effect reliably.
The propellent of the snake does not effect the can (no recoil).
The snakes produced by the item disapeare if folded back to the original can sice or have been in existance for 25 houers.
The snakes are effected by fire and acid (reducing them to thin metal springs of the original snakes size) and physical damage (as expected).
5000 cans were delivered to Base Six an the 1th of april 2017. The sender was the Cataclisem International company. A request to the company resulted in a statement claiming that Cataclisem International was infact a part of the Chaos Insurgency and only distributed the order that was apperently send from Base One.
Investigations into the reason for the shipment are ongoing as Base One officials denied any infolfment in the shipment or Cataclisem International being a part of the insurgency.
Update 1: Investigations into the origens of this item have been concluded. No action is to be taken regarding Cataclisem International. Contact with Cataclisem International is prohibited, until further notice.
Item: | Peanut butter swamp |
Size: | Currently 5000 square meters (4500 in the wild and 500 in containment) |
Type: | Fungus |
Living: | Yes |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | Drowning, low health risk when consumed |
Required Wear/Weaponry | When engaging in the wild no special equipment is needed, when engaging a currently "in use" instance a standard hygiene suit is mandatory |
Location: | 4 km south of Bathtub-05 (Codename: Nutfield) and 7 km inland from the coast of [Redacted] |
Reported Anomaly: | peanut butter disguise |
Usage
The item is used for the disgart of bodies and sometimes medical waste. It is also used to generate Peanut butter substitute that is sold worldwide.
To keep the items current size sufficient replacement matter is to be refilled into the anomaly at the same ratio as harvested product was taken out. A Harvest can be held when ever necessary. The average time for full body to " Peanut butter" conversion is about 7 days. No partly converted Peanut butter is to be sold.
Setting the anomaly free in the sea or other populated ares is considered as a "lucky hit" from the sold produce. No release of the anomaly on a large or small scale is planed for the foreseeable future.
Report
The anomaly is a flesh eating fungus of an unknown family situated in the saltwater lake of [Redacted]. Originally regarded as a local deity the swamp and his anomalous qualities were first documented by [Redacted] a German biologist exploring the region in 1766. His discovery was discredited and interpreted as a work of fiction as later expeditions failed to find the item do to possible manipulation from there local guides.
The lake was rediscovered by an insurgency expedition in 1951. The lake was then used to neutralize hazardous biological waste until the fungus was taste tested and brought into commercial circulation in 1959.
The fungus myzel was sold as the peanut-butter-substitute ever since. To keep up production forested areas and the local population was feed to the anomaly as the cheapest source of bio-matter in the area until a cattle-ranch was opened as a facade to ship in bio-matter disguised as feeding material. The cattle was feed with the produce of the anomaly instead and reached its desired weight with about a 10th of the time when using regular food.
Consuming the produce will trigger an allergic reaction in people allergic to nuts and peanuts especially. The anomaly itself dose not contain the chemicals normally associated with this reaction and have nothing in common with peanuts except texture (when in peanut-butter form) and taste.
The item can grow in any saltwater environment where enough bio-matter is provided. Although the anomaly prefers flesh it has been proven that it wont discriminate agings other sources of bio-matter.
Addendum
Even thou the anomaly has shown no signs of producing matter during conversion the insurgency has observed 2 massive spikes in produce production without increasing input.
The first spike in 1951, 3 months after the anomalies discovery and 2016. The first spike saw production grow by 20000% the second spike saw production rise by [Redacted]%. The nature of these spikes might be reason to concern as they seem to get worse. If another spike hits within 15 years storage of the produce might out wight the market price.
Should the price drop so low that keeping the produce is no longer commercially feasible the exes produce is to be dumped in the ocean. Doing so might trigger a global fish shortage and might damage the global ecosystem. The probability of triggering an end of the world scenario by dumping [Redacted] kilograms of anomalous peanut-butter-substitute into the ocean is estimated around 23%, increasing by 5% per 1.000.000 kg over this starting estimate.
The following protocol is to be enacted should the activity of high comment cease for longer than one month.
It is fully possible that only one member of the administration is active at a time.
This protocol is the last line of the Chaos Insurgency.
How ever slim the possibility that all Alpha members become unavailable there need to be measures in place for such an event.
Should the activity of the last active head of the CI cease, selected Beta Operatives are automatically emergency promoted to Alpha status and briefed on ALL running and planed CI operations.
They are than tasked to fill the open Beta Operatives posts.
Addendum:
As fare fetched as this concept is, in case that all Beta Operatives are also absent or cant be relaid upon, Gamma Operatives are to take there place.
Should all Gamma personal be unable to take Alpha position, Delta personal is to be used instead.
Update:
Should all Delta personal be unable to take Alpha position it is necessary to fill the Alpha positions with Zeta Members, anomalies in service of the CI or willing civilians.
Should the Insurgency fall, a part of a world will fall.
We can destroy the world and everything within it as much as we can, but if all activity ceases the world will fall into the void. No fire, no chaos, only emptiness.
Mission Report
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The longest running operation in the history of the Insurgency is it's SHIRE EXISTENCE.
It is the most vital mission of the Insurgency and by extension Chaos Insurgency.
This mission is well known throwout the Insurgency.
Despite every struggle and every new leader the Insurgency existed.
A special ops, Misunderstood Heroes, villains, mobsters or just wired people.
The Insurgency has been many things, but since its very first iteration the continues goal is existence.
Should the last member, the last leader of the Insurgency quit, this mission will have failed.
This protocol and mission report are all that is needed to declare a new leader and if necessary re-found the Insurgency.
This protocol makes no statement of infighting in the ranks of the Insurgency or a preferred course.
Should this protocol and mission be defunct without replacement, this protocol will go in effect since the current leadership is no longer able to continue the original and final mission of the Insurgency.
This protocol therefor overwrites its own deletion and the current leaders authority.
Deleting this statement is a planed activation trigger.
Being against the original and final mission is a planed activation trigger.
Long live the CHAOS Insurgency.