Traitor Game: Rude Awakening

[Jeremi]

The Cast:
Akibahara as American McGee's Alice
Bobisbeast as Batman of Zur-En-Arrh and Bat-Mite
Beetlebum as Super Secret Special character
Redem as Minilla
Indigo Al as Sebastian Shaw
Joe Acro as Starfire
Overmaster as Mami Tomoe and Kyubey
The Purple Skull as Gordon Allsworth and Dollar Bill
vycesyn as Lucien
Yun Lao as Marisa Kirisame
moonknight11 as Captain Jack Harkness and a Dalek
Quinzel as Cujo
Opalord as the Heavy
He who fights monsters as the Frankenstein's Monster
Hugo Fowl as Golbez
technoman as Maggie Simpson
Ellisra as Rin Kaenbyou
mailedbypostman1 as Gabriel Tosh
Deadpooligan as Darth Vader
Hamtaro as Himura Kenshin
Josh M as Travis Touchdown
tangentman as Hellcat and Valkyrie
Radioactive Zombie as Inaba Tewi
Schornforce as Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers

[Jeremi]

Table of contents

Prologue - The Price of Perfection

Chapter 1 - The Calm

Chapter 2 - The Storm

Chapter 3 - Sounds like a riddle

Chapter 4 - The Weeping in the Willows

Chapter 5 – Wind in my hair, my feet in the sand

Chapter 6 – Some shambling sense of security

Chapter 7 – Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 8 – The final stretch

Chapter 9 – All good things...

Epilogue - Rude Awakening

[Jeremi]

Prologue - The Price of Perfection

As your perfect world crumbles, you notice a doorway into nothingness. Seeing no other alternative other than being engulfed by the destruction, you decide to step through. A white light blinds you and you begin to fall.

As the light subsides and you open your eyes, you find yourself on a beautiful meadow…



Seemingly spanning endlessly in every direction. Nothing really of interest comes into your field of vision at first.

Suddenly you realize however that you are not the only one there. A large group of people seem to be gathered in this spot. Have they possibly been in the same predicament as you?

Solemnly, you look around. Perhaps your best bet would be to talk with the others gathered to puzzle everything together? And so you venture forward into the awkward quest of socializing with strangers.

OOC: Okay you can now start posting!

Recalling the prologue of your characters, it should encompass your characters 'perfect life' and their realization that all of it is just a dream and them locating the door and step through.

Pretty much the only rp guideline from me regarding this, now have just have fun and good luck!

[Hugo Fowl]

Prologue - The Price of Perfection

As your perfect world crumbles, you notice a doorway into nothingness. Seeing no other alternative other than being engulfed by the destruction, you decide to step through. A white light blinds you and you begin to fall.

As the light subsides and you open your eyes, you find yourself on a beautiful meadow…

Seemingly spanning endlessly in every direction. Nothing really of interest comes into your field of vision at first.

Suddenly you realize however that you are not the only one there. A large group of people seem to be gathered in this spot. Have they possibly been in the same predicament as you?

Solemnly, you look around. Perhaps your best bet would be to talk with the others gathered to puzzle everything together? And so you venture forward into the awkward quest of socializing with strangers.

OOC: Okay you can now start posting!

Recalling the prologue of your characters, it should encompass your characters 'perfect world' and their realization that all of it is just a dream and them locating the door and step through.

His name was Theodor, and it was the happiest day of his life. He was going to be a big brother! Mommy was getting big, and she told him to be responsible for him. To watch out for little Cecil, and keep him safe.

And he promised, because that's what brothers do! And over the years, they would grow close. Theodor, watching Cecil grow with pride. Their mother and father, together and with him, Theodor would-

This is not real.

-be utterly content. This was his dream....This was his perfect world and watching Cecil off to compete, he would pause and turn around. Where a most unusual sight awaited in the doorway.




An armoured man, broad and wide. His hands as big as frying pans and with a cape that flowed and ebbed like a living shadow. And though his gaze was hidden by the helmet, he could feel the sorrow radiating from the other and spoke.

"Who are you?"

To that, Golbez would be silent before approaching. Saying the following quietly and with a hint of sadness as he stroked the cheek of his younger self.

"My own Judge....."

And with a sudden snap, Theodor's head would be twisted 360 degrees as dropping the body, the illusion around Golbez would fade to reveal the meadow as he spoke quietly.

"...And Executioner."

And looking at the others, Golbez would cross his arms as he examined them closely.

[mailedbypostman1]

It was perfect.

A string of completely professionally executed assassination mission carried out simultaneously throughout the Dominion. Both of the Mengsk's had to die for certain of course, and several countermeasures were in place in case the first killer had failed, but it utrned out they were not needed. Both corrupt leaders had been taken out withou so much o a scratch. Meanwhile, various other leaders were taken out, such as the General Warfield and other Dominion strong points.

Gabriel Tosh surveyed the holographic map with a wicked grin. But then it faded.

"Too easy," he muttered to himself and left the room to the consternation of his subordinates.

The hulking Jamaican stalked down the hallways. He had been sure that he would fail to achieve at least several goals. Arranging simultaneous kills was very difficult, and although he knew how good he was, having this much success seemed wrong.

Tosh could feel this wrongness staining his consciousness. He looked out into space aboard his vessel.

"Everything be wrong," he murmured, and caught glimpse of a white light. Unnaturally close and coming fast.

He strained his eyes to see it, using his psychic abilities to strengthen his eyesight...

And then a white flash exploded and washed away everything,

Everything except him.

[Akibahara]

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

Wonderland... where are you now?

"Don't doddle Alice, the Hatter waits for no one!"

"Alice, my dear, can't you read the time? Quit your dilly-dallying and take your medicine!"

"Yeah, take your medicine, Alice! Wouldn't want to upset the doctors at the asylum!"

"Never listens, DOES SHE? Keeps upsettin' the doctors, makin' 'em work /extra hard/ for their wages. No wonder you ended up at Rutledge, ALICE."

"Perish in this terrible nightmare if you may Alice, or face further trials and you *may survive*."

"What's... what's happening? Cat, Rabbit, no... no... my mind is in ruins! My world is destroyed! I can't--"

And a young woman, sporting a classical white and blue Victorian-era dress finally awakes. Her eyes widened with shock, hair frazzled from anxiety and sweat, "How terrible, another dreadful dream..." muttered the woman. She stood up, wiping the sleep from her face. It's been 3 years since Alice was finally discharged from Rutledge asylum. Three years since she saved wonderland. And three years completely devoid of sorrow or guilt. Her life was on the right track, and for some odd reason, it remained that way.

Creaaaak...

Alice opened the bedroom door that led directly into her living room, and saw... a white door? The young heroine approached it, a quizzical expression on her face, "This is quite strange. Surely, this wasn’t dropped here on accident. A message from Cat, perhaps?”

A small paper was taped to the door, the words “Open Me” was sprawled across.

“Curiouser and curiouser…” replied the young Englishwoman.

The door opened, and she found herself not in Wonderland, but somewhere else…

INTRODUCING... AMERICAN MCGEE'S ALICE!

[Opalord]

This. was wonderful. The man referred to solely as the Heavy Weapons Guy (or HWG if you liked acronyms and getting punched by very large russian men who don't like acronyms) was a simple man. He knew what he liked in life, and his ridiculous pay rate ensured that he was supplied with those things.

But there was one thing money could not buy. Companionship. No, not, that kind of companionship. I mean true camaraderie, true love even. And there was only one person in the world the heavy loved. Unfortunately, that person was an inanimate object. But not today. When he awoke, and mumbled his usual "Good Morning Sascha"... he recieved a reply!

"Good morning heavy"

"Oh my god Sascha, you can talk!"

"I've always been able to talk, you just now learned how to listen"

"Oh this is VUNDERFUL! Come, I shall make you a sandvich"

"Heavy, I can't eat. I'm a gun"

He gasped "You are not the real Sascha! The real Sascha LOVES SANDVICHES! This must not be real!" The dream world slowly fell away, leaving a single white door. Confused and now very sad as he considered the logic behind a gun not being able to eat sandwiches, he stepped through, having nowhere else to go

[Akibahara]

Alice glanced at the breathtaking scenery, completely weaponless for the time being. But then again, she was in no immediate danger either, “Wonderland’s become quite strange. If this is Wonderland.”

The young Englishwoman casually walked toward the massive span of the lake, resting on a nearby boulder, “Should I be grateful for this mysterious peace? Or prepare myself for the coming storm…” whispered Alice.

[Jeremi]

As the others gathered did whatever they were doing another among the group walked among them.



A young boy by the name of Ness.

[Redem]

Minilla was on monster island, home of every monster on Earth good or bad. Although for the young Kaiju, almost everyone was good.

This morning he had tasted the tastiest leaf he ever had ever taste, along with the most beautiful of dawn.

Today when his father was woke up, he wasn't even grumpy. That meant he would stay on the island all day instead of leaving there to go Japan.

Today he had managed to make an even bigger Radioactive Smoke Ring than before. Before too long he would surely be able breath radioactive fire like his father.

Today, when he walked around the island, Gidrah run away, for Minilla knew out to fight now.

He couldn't wait for the day to continue.

Wait....Gidrah didn't even try to scare him?

Surely it was too perfect to be true.

Ichiro, wake up...

Monster island started to fade away...it was being replace by white light, he didn't want that for it was his home. He was fine where he was and didn't want to leave, surely no place could be better than Monster island on this beautiful day.

Minilla started to run away in all direction, only to stumble on some strange door. Surely it was a way out of here.

He went through

Now he was in that beautiful Meadow, almost as pretty as monster island. The only problem was that Godzilla or any of his friend were there. But he could see suddenly a whole lot of friends. He quickly ran their way going from a 18 meters monster to a kid size dinosaur as he stood before them

"Hello, everyone I'm Minilla from Monster Island, I hope we can all be friend"

[Yuri Petrenkov Skull]

The sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard, steadily approaching Adolf's reinforced bunker door. He looks at the polished and loaded Luger. He knew it was what he had to do. He picked up the cold Luger from the antique wooden table and aimed it at his temple. The shots were close now... A body slid on the opposite end of the reinforced door. "Get a satchel here!" Yelled a American troop. He pulled the trigger. Everything faded to white...

[Indigo Al]

The Go-Go girls were dancing in smiling, rhythmic perfection, though maintaining a smile in this end of ages was like swallowing broken shards of glass. Sebastian Shaw knew this but was unconcerned until their thoughts turned to rebellion, or their veneer of beauty crumbled and they no longer pleased him. The lilting calliopian beats of the pop song pulsed throughout the Hellfire Club lounge, probably the most beautiful, lavish, decadent - not to mention the only - fall out shelter/discotheque in a world blanketed by nuclear ash.

"Sebastian," Angel sidled up to her leader seductively. "You know I can dance better than any of those human girls. Why do you keep them around?"



"My Angel," Sebastian replied. "Didn't I promise you you would live like a Queen? This isn't your job anymore. Your job is to rule by my side. And as to why I keep them around - all rulers need an underclass, to serve them."

Angel Salvadore smiled adoringly as Shaw continued.

"There haven't been enough mutant births yet, but they'll come soon with all the radioactivity. In the meantime we need to preserve their most attractive and their most intelligent - their best engineers, their best doctors and scientists....their best musicians.....to serve us and help build society anew."

"About that, Sebastian," she continued, "you didn't just save the old, white square artists and bands, right?"

"Don't worry, my love. Motown Records is safe."

Angel smiled. "And remember, I asked you about Sam Cooke?"

"He didn't make the purges."

"WHAT? Sebastian, you promised me!" Angel's eyes flew open in anger and hurt.

"Now Angel, I told you. Our new Mutant society needs songs of love, songs of heartbreak, songs of pleasure, songs to make people dance --- but the things our new culture doesn't need are songs of rebellion, oppression, hope, social revolution. He didn't make the purge. Neither did several promising young bands from England."

Angel continued staring at him, stunned. He leaned into her ear, to whisper in a breathy, tender voice.

"Don't ever question my decisions again."

Angel pulled back. The song switched.

"Angel! Hey Angel! It's Land of 1,000 Dances! C'mon! This song is the most! Dance with me!"



Angel sighed, blinking back tears, and smiled. "Sure, Sean!" and she went off to dance with the exhuberant young red headed mutant teen.

OOC: To be continued, and as a note, my 1960's pop chronology is WAY WAY off - many of these songs were after 1962 - just chalk it up to alternate universe pastiche anachronism.....

[Joe Acro]

A trainquil scene in a park. Lush, exotic plants along the field. The sky a swirl of light blue and purple. Peaceful and quiet. Until...

"This. Is. GLORIOUS!" Starfire exclaimed. Around her, her fellow Teen Titans--Nightwing, Wonder Girl, Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy--as well as her parents Myand'r and Luand'r, her k'norfka Galfore, and her brother Ryand'r. Before her, a traditional picnic with food from both Earth and Tamaran. "All my favorite people! All my favorite foods! It is time for the feasting!"

A pause. A curious glance.

Nightwing questioned, "Starfire? What's wrong?"

Admiring a piece of food, she replied, "I have not seen one of these since the Citadel appeared."

Her father chuckled, "We have only recently rediscovered them!"

"That... can not be possible. That region was destroyed..."

A new curious glance, a different direction. "Why is there a door?"

"Don't worry about it, Star," Cyborg waved it off. "Now, let's dig in!"

"No. There will be no 'digging in'. Something is wrong." She approached the door. "This should not be here."

"But Starfire," Nightwing called out. "It's our wedding reception." She turned. He now had a tux, and she a wedding dress. "We should enjoy it."

"No." A bouquet and a wedding veil hit the ground. "Something is wrong. This should not be here and you are trying to stop me from opening it. You shall stop me no... MORE!" Starfire punched through the door.


Another field. Another tranquil setting. Other, new people nearby. Starfire in her standard purple forearm gloves, purple arm bracelet, purple skin-tight high boots, purple metal collar, two purple straps joined to the the collar and tightly following the curves of her chest and torso until meeting at a tight purple skirt around her waist.

"Where am I?"

[Indigo Al]

Sebastian got up from his VIP seat and walked around the discotheque, pleased at the progress that had been made. All known mutants were here, celebrating the dawn of his new world.

Then he saw the one whom he loved like a son, distracted, looking troubled even as beautiful women vied for his attention at a table, 3 empty martini glasses strewn about...he approached him and waved the women off...

"Eric! What's the matter, my boy?"



"Sebastian, I.....I...."

"Yes?"

"You made me take that child away from her mother!"

"All mutants need to be raised by us, just like I did you...."

"I can't - and Charles! Why? Why did you make me kill him? "

"Eric, why are you questioning me now? This world I'm making is all for you. You're my heir. Why has your thinking become infected? Or did you want to persecuted by humans?"

"The way you did me?! The way you killed my own mother???!!!!" Nearby metal objects began shaking and trembling. Shaw sighed, realizing that Emma's mental conditioning of the boy yet again wasn't taking....

And then, on cue, right into his mind...

"Sebastian. There's a problem at the hydroponic garden..."



"Yes?"

"Humans revolted and cut down the crops. They're rioting"

"Dammit, well have Riptide kill the lot of them!"

"You've already put down the two prior workforces. We won't have any grains and crops for two years. Also, there's a group of liberal mutants supporting them."

"Goddamit!" he cursed. He wasn't in the mood to plan carefully. Insurrections needed to be crushed, and he needed to make a painful example of whoever was leading this one, and whatever mutants were supporting it. He quickly walked to the back of the club, as suddenly the song switched again.

"Didn't I have The Animals killed?" he thought to himself....was this door right? Had it been here before? It didn't matter, did it? Any mutant could walk out unscathed into radioactivity....he opened the door....

Severe white light blinded him.....

A beautiful field stood before his eyes.....

[Bobisbeast]

Batman remembered a single adventure, one where a visitor from a strange world came to Zur-En-Arrh.



But that was then, this is the now.



The being as Tlano neared a cowering denizen of Zur-En-Arrh, a member of the local scum towering above her.

" I know you will defeat me Bat, but I am simply a Key. Have fun finding the door."

Batman swiftly defeated one of the local pond scum, but something was off. Tlano had no idea what it was, but somethine was wrong.

POP!



" Hello Batman, I'm your biggest fan."

And with those few words, a rush of memories or more like lack of memories, rushed back into Batman's head. He wasn't Tlano, or Bruce Wayne. He was simply who he was and with that, a strange looking doorway suddenly apeared, shimmering in white light.

The Batman of Zur-En-Arrh had entered the game and boy he was sure in for a Rude Awekeaning.