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    A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Lord Death on Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:26 am

    Time: 10:13 pm
    Date: 27/06/14

    Here would be good. So thinking, in that peculiar way that a corpse made up almost entirely of an idea of death made real could think, Death stopped walking within the borders of that place called Gunderson acres, not yet within the compound proper but near enough to feel its ghastly chill, if those that accompanied Death were spiritually inclined, which neither they nor Death were. He leaned down and released the strap of the large bag, his bony fingers unclasping one by one, easily and without a sound. The bag stayed upright as though filled with several large and solid objects as Death took a step back to stretch imaginary muscles and assess his stopping place from a slight distance. His bones cracked in all the right places, and he stepped forward once again into range of the bag. Squatting, he began to rummage within its confines, bringing out several objects of a foot or so across in size and placing them side by side upon the grass. These were that which had accompanied him in his venture across the grasses.

    The three boxes were colorful and rather distastefully accented, all variations on the same theme. All had the same series of words emblazoned in various languages in various colors across their fronts, "Trivial Pursuit." None had the same game within their cardboard folds. Issuing a psychic sigh of something approaching satisfaction, Death began the process of opening the boxes and combining the sets, being scrupulous about not cheating and seeing the answers. He would make it so at least his first few games with these sets would be fair. They were all from worlds not equal to his own, and as such the answers would be different than those he knew, and his memory would be of no help until he had experienced all cards in these particular sets. It was a difficult thing, a perfect memory.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Fear on Sat Jul 19, 2014 6:03 pm

    Trivial Pursuit at this ghastly hour? Why, only the dead entertain such shenanigans!

    A busy spirit of the law and not one to regale visitors with an air of elegance (he much preferred to outright kill them, if able), Judge Fear was mildly surprised to detect a familiar... aura enter his immediate field of detection. It was nothing like the criminal living or the righteously departed; the former was dreadfully revolting and the latter carried with it no sense of shameless iniquity. Ergo, this visitor could only be of the enigmatic variety - Death itself. Or him or she, if Death so preferred. It was at times difficult to accurately perceive the entity's inclinations. Nevertheless, the Dark Judge glanced up from his careful task down in the basement and thought to do a little detective work while simultaneously remaining in his seat. Let's see what the roaming "skeleton" was up to...

    Death's gaunt features were pictured in the mind's eye and a canvas began to masterfully paint itself. Acute osseous ridges and a calcified grin were the first to be recalled, followed next by a stiff and otherworldly mien - a demeanour that somehow blended sweet innocence with that of cruel veracity. Death was a very strange and immutable creation, and one that prided itself in being always right. After the naked body, or lack of one, came the distinct rustling of robes. A traditional "reaper's" outfit, fashioned from old cloth and quite modest.

    These things, coupled with the memory of Death's invasive voice, gave way for a suitable connection. It was not much and certainly not flawless, but it was a connection all the same and the psi-scan proceeded with little difficulty. Assuming the skeletal figure in question was incapable of detecting psi-talents, of course.

    In a realm that neither belonged to death nor life, a very faint and shimmering likeness of the Dark Judge stood beside its robed guest. From its spectral position between planes and almost entirely indiscernible to the naked eye, this speechless duplicate observed the "skeleton" fiddling with its... what? At once the psychic connection was severed and Judge Fear craned his helm upward to address another. Mortisss, he hissed into the void, psychic tendrils searching for one other spirit and one other spirit only. We have a visssitor, Mortisss. Death hasss been generousss enough to grant usss a visssit, and he ssseemsss to have brought... A pause in the broadcast. ...boardgamesss, yesss. He hasss brought ssseveral of them, each related to thisss Trivial Pursssuit. Would you be ssso kind asss to greet him? I will be outssside ssshortly, after I have finissshed with thisss chemical formula.

    Why would someone such as Death bring them boardgames, he had to wonder?
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jul 20, 2014 1:12 am

    Outside of the farmhouse, Judge Mortis rolled his bony shoulders as he leaned against the icy wooden siding. The early spring still retained all of winter's chill, although its bite was blunted to the ghoul's numbed skin. His sheep-skull head tilted up towards the overcast sky, the undead Judge's empty sockets seemed to look past the cloud cover, his mind on other matters aside from the being lurking at the edge of their property. If Mega-City One and its sinful world had been destroyed in a rain of fire as Fear had said, what of Deadworld? Certainly if people from other worlds had landed here with a similar story of destruction and the wrath of a god laying doom upon their home, would he and his brother have a dimension to return to? What of the Sisters, with all their power and ability even they would not be able to hold off such an assault.

    For a moment the ghoul debated which could be worse, having no true home to return to, or being stuck on this horrid, backwards dimension with no sure way of returning to the home they had. That is until a familiar hiss entered his mind. Listening to his brother's broadcast, Judge Mortis pushed himself away from the house with a sigh of aged joints and bone. I sssshall sssee to what Death meansss to accomplisssh with thisss... Trivial Pursssuit. Mortis responded over the link, perplexed by the skeleton's intentions. Trivial Pursuit was not a game one entertained while overseeing the necropolis, its familiarity lost to his ancient mind.

    Clawed feet silently trampling over new blades of grass, the ghoul easily stepped over the acres that separated him from the skeletal guest. His bony tail idly curling and swaying from side to side, Mortis' skeletal head contemplated the array of cardboard boxes before him and then the skeleton standing near them. "Greetingsss, Death." He rasped in a hospitable tone that felt almost alien coming from his person. "What bringssss you here at thisss hour of the evening with ssso many..." He glanced over the satchel and the colorful vessels upon the ground. "Gamesss." The ghoul hissed finally.

    Death did realize that nearly all three of residents of this farm could easily read what was on the card through psychic or electronic means, right? If he had brought these for the intention that he figured Death had in mind, cheating would be inevitable.

    At least from the more mechanical of them.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Lord Death on Thu Jul 24, 2014 3:06 am

    Death had all the psychic sense of a brick, despite his rather ephemeral nature as a concept so integral to the world, and his unique insights into death. When not on the material plane, she used to reside within and throughout the endless plane of limbo, a psychic plane for all her deafness, and had no problems doing so. Death was a bundle of contradictions, as it continued to methodically and robotically sort through the pieces, combining them in the most economical and neat of ways without once looking at the cards that contained the answers, oblivious to the communication and peering that went on around him.

    Upon Mortis' arrival, Death's head moved upward, tracking the Sheep Skulled one's approach with those luminous, baby blue eye sockets, the cowl slipping off with the motion to reveal the bare human skull on its own neck. His jaw locked in place, the skeletal grimace greeted Mortis with a short head bob, while the voice rolled out of nowhere in particular, touching minds with a feather light touch, despite the fact that it was not telepathy and never had been.

    THERE IS ONLY ONE GAME HERE. TRIVIAL PURSUIT IS ENJOYABLE, AS FAR AS I AM CAPABLE OF JOY.

    Holding up one of the pieces for emphasis, Death indicated the questions written on the card, inevitably spotting some of the answers, the language barrier no problem, both due to the Breaches own particular effect and his perfect memory. Her bony fingers were careful with the small pieces of cardstock, mindful of Death's dangerous grip and the probable quality of such game pieces, which was likely to be very low.

    IT IS A GAME OF QUESTIONS, AND THESE EDITIONS I HAVE NOT PLAYED, SO I DO NOT KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS YET.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Fear on Mon Aug 04, 2014 3:53 am

    Very good, Judge Mortis was already on the case. And perhaps a brief round of trivia will soothe his wandering thoughts.

    Down below in the basement, where his mind's eye was shared with his brother's, Judge Fear no longer need tarry. He set aside his chemical notes (they were far from completion) and rose up from his seat, the Dark Judge teetering up a flight of old and creaky wooden stairs. It barely took him twenty seconds to reach the two lawful individuals currently engaged in human discourse. Having two deathly-thin string beans for legs proved wonders for one's strides. "Greetingsss, Death," Judge Fear hissed, echoing his brother's earlier sentiments. Ghostly eyes remained fixed on the robed "skeleton", for the ghoul had already descried prior. "Ah, Trivial Pursssuit. I do not think we have ever played a round." Being a Judge of the law required dedication, a strict moral code, and... well, no social life whatsoever. But hey, at least a spiffy uniform was thrown into the mix.

    Knowing that Death was not so blessed as to intercept psychic thought, the Dark Judge sent a quick line to the fellow Judge beside him. Poor sssod. Asss much asss he pridesss himssself on hisss perfect memory, he wouldn't be able to detect a well-placed psssi-scan peering right over thossse bony ssshouldersss. It'd almost be a crime to fool Death and get away with a fraudulent victory, but winning was winning. To the victor go the spoils and all that. Judge Fear glanced around and thought about whether or not they should invite K.A.R.R. to this little game. Lord knows having two minds who think they have perfect memories would provide for some entertainment.

    Although the ghoul wasn't certain how either of them would take defeat... Would one swear an eternal death sentence while the other fired missiles in wild abandon? Neither would do well for interpersonal relations, or even the farm itself... Ah, decisions. Best to go about this smartly.

    "How many can thisss game accommodate?" Judge Fear asked.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Mortis on Tue Aug 05, 2014 4:09 am

    So of all the boxes Death carried with him to the farm, they all were of the same game... "I sssee." He replied, a claw raising to the edges of his nasal bones to idly scratch at them. "I am unfamiliar with thisss trivial pursssuit." He admitted, and with the approaching presence of his brother their sentiments were shared over their knowledge of the game. "How nice of you to join usss, Fear." He greeted before turning his attention back to Death. A game of questions and answers sounded reasonable enough he supposed, Death was not the type to lie. His hands resting upon his utility belt, the ghoul leaned forward and tilted his head to better regard the question card that he held.

    "Hm, ssso thisss isss what sssinnerss do to passs the time until their demissse." He said to himself, underwhelmed with the trivia game, but willing to try it. If it was popular enough to warrant three different editions of questions, there had to be some amount of entertainment value to it. Hold that thought, for another wished to make itself heard.

    I have deduced thisss asss well. It isss almossst tempting to play fair for hisss sssake. Almosst. He replied mentally. Inviting KARR to join their game had passed through his thoughts as well, although not to the point where one would worry about missiles flying over a lost game. But to possibly see the vehicle who bragged of the extent of his databanks possibly lose at this game was all too tempting. At the same time, it was hard to sentence one to eternal death when they were already dead.

    While the Judge's question had been directed at Death, the ghoul could already figure from the boxes and their numerous amount of question cards alone. "It looksss to be able to accomodate a small group, perhapsss five to sssix." He replied thoughtfully.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Lord Death on Wed Aug 20, 2014 3:40 pm

    Oh you judges, being so underhanded in your dealings. Almost as though you were passing notes, too guilty to speak up while the teacher was present. Never mind that this personification of Death was younger than you are, that wasn't the point of the analogy. Nor was it the point that the supposedly omnipresent Death was somewhat dumb as a brick in several senses.

    FIVE OR SIX. CORRECT. DO YOU WISH TO PLAY? I MERELY DECIDED THIS WAS A GOOD PLACE TO ORGANIZE MY NEW PIECES.

    Correct. Death did not intend to play with his employees, they had better things to do than waste time playing games, they did not exist to empathize with mortals, that was the occupation of this one, as he had been replaced as the one whose duty it was to escort the dead. And didn't that choke him up, you bet your dead and rotting little bums it did. But he would play, cheating present or otherwise, as after a certain point they would begin to tie either way, as none of them would ever get a question wrong, and all would depend on the roll of the dice. If the dice were tampered with on the other hand, that would be an unforgivable sin in even Death's eyes.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Fear on Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:24 pm

    Eh? Death had come all this way to sort out his game pieces on the grass...? And, more specifically, on their borrowed lawn?

    After hearing that, Judge Fear didn't know whether to be honoured or just... well, confused! It was a bit strange for someone to march all the way out into Portal Breach's heartland, even someone of Death's eccentric caliber, in order to play with their little cardboard knickknacks... Like his brother, the Dark Judged reached up with a finger and lightly pressed it against his helm's grating, the digit curled in a way that could only be described as pensive. Why isss it that every rendition of Death we have come acrossss isss a ssstone'sss throw away from being extremely odd? he mentally inquired. This coming from an undead fiend hellbent on wiping out all life, naturally. Well, if the game could handle another party...

    "Very well, we ssshall entertain a round of trivial pursssuit," Judge Fear spoke up. It wouldn't seem to hurt, and perhaps both of the ghouls would learn something in the experience? "Before we ssstart, however, I would like to invite another player. He isss not living and isss therefore... dead." Careful, careful. The Dark Judge made absolutely sure to label things in a way that Death would both comprehend and have no quarrel with.

    He was a enigmatic bugger like that.

    If no one objected, the ghoul was already turning around to head for the barn. "Pardon me for a moment," were his audible words. And as for the inaudible... Mortisss, keep watch on him and help ssset up hisss game if he asssksss. I ssshould not be gone for very long. With a hopefully compliant K.A.R.R. in tow, too. Judge Fear shambled in his usual corpse gait through the weed-infested front yard and disappeared into the wooden barn far in the background, an unnatural quiet gripping the rustic farmland.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Mortis on Fri Aug 29, 2014 9:45 pm

    So Death came all this way to organize this sinner game with them... Well, this was certainly unexpected. Not that Judge Mortis was a precog by any means of the word. However, the undead Judge had believed the reaper would be more inclined to play inside instead of on the grass. Regardless, it could be arranged and the Judge held no qualms about playing on the grass of their property.

    Fear's familiar resonance was heard within his mind and Mortis could only agree. Indeed. I sssuppossse it isss fortunate that their eccentricity isss only benign and not Death'sss dogged aloofness. He replied, placing his gnarled claws upon his belt. This Death did not seem so bent on trying to push them into purging a city that was too fortified to get any loser to instilling their methods of justice than the Outer District and its ghettos. Even with their resourcefulness, however, the undead Judge was still skeptical if they could make an attempt to purge the inner city regardless of how much firepower they amassed. ISO's did not work in the same manner as a typical Judge, nor were they described as people or mortals.

    It may turn out to be as fruitful as the time Judge Death had been rumored to pick a fight with an angel.

    His brother spoke up once more, agreeing to a round of trivial pursuit with their bony guest, but not before requesting another player to join. Of course, the undead lawman already knew just who he had in mind, his skeletal tail swishing from side to side idly as Fear turned to leave. He will be in jusssst handsss, you need not worry. He assured, before turning to Death and his boxes. as for how the vehicle would fare in looking after Death and his game, that was another matter all together.

    "Do you require aid in sssetting up the piecesss?" He politely offered. While the ghoul was not fluent in the rules of Trivial Pursuit, he would pick it up quickly enough.

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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Lord Death on Fri Oct 03, 2014 11:59 pm

    They actually wished to play! And with another, to boot. That might be interesting, or out of character for them; observably so, but to Death it made no difference. Everything was par for the course in Death's mind, especially where it pertained to this ever so special of games; ignoring the fact that he was not personally aware of having any preferences for one thing or another, such as games or opinions of people.

    His long bony fingers continued to examine the cardboard pieces for any sign of imperfection, setting aside those that were spotted with ancient taint, or bent beyond repair, or any other significant damage. The rest of the cards went into neat pile after neat pile, each pile precisely seventy cards high, organized by color of card but in no other particular order. No attention was paid to native language, or original box, or any other qualifier, save for color and amount of damage.

    As Fear strode off in the general direction of the acreage the pair of lawmen called their abode, Mortis offered his assistance in setting up the game. Having not yet reached that point in his progress, still in the sorting stages, Death paused a moment to consider. There was no question of not accepting, it was merely a question of what to give the sheep skulled one to do.

    PLACE THE PLASTIC PIECES ON A CLEAR SPACE OF GRASS, DIVIDED EVENLY INTO FOUR PILES. UNFOLD THE GAME BOARD IN THE CENTER OF THAT ARRANGEMENT. WHEN I HAVE COMPLETED THE SORTING, THE CARDS WILL GO ON THE BOARD, AND WE WILL BE PREPARED.

    And back to sorting. There were really a lot of cards. This was going to take a very long time to memorize every card, which meant a great many games of at least some semblance of fairness against the avatar of unlife, as long as the other party was playing fair. If they were not, the games would only get fairer the less cards that remained unmemorized. Though that would hopefully be at least a month, given that Death had no intention of so much as touching the pieces when a game was not in session except where required to set up or dismantle the game.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Oct 04, 2014 5:44 pm

    Back at the barn, the resident AI was enjoying a peaceful recharge. With the extent of the field's sheer acreage, Death's approach went unnoticed by his surveillance mode. All he noted while his batteries were recharging was that his driver's brother, Mortis, appeared to find something worthwhile to the southeast and went to meet it. Though as Fear went to follow him soon after, the AI was beginning to wonder just what exactly the two were doing that the cultists or himself could not perform adequately. After all, why bother with meeting something out there when they were both well aware of the duties they were supposed to be tasked with?

    KARR certainly had taken some liberty with his scanners to look past the flimsy cellar door and keep a curious eye on the goings on that were happening within. All those tubing, chemicals and the occasional dissolved carcass of a livestock animal bleating away hardly escaped his optics.  Of course, the computer held an idea of what they were trying to accomplish, reanimating the dead to a state of undeath like themselves. For what purpose? KARR still had yet to see, although even his optics could not help but linger on the odd specimens that managed to survive... The chickens mainly.

    How those miserable fowl managed to survive the process was mystery in itself. He had expected something less hardy to have better success in the Judge's experiments, oxen given their sturdy construction.

    Once the two Judges had left the house and shambled off into the fields, KARR allowed himself to slip back from his sensors, the AI's scanner growing dark as he busied himself with other things. Subroutines and diagnostic scans to make sure his systems were still running efficiently and to pick out the bugs in his drivers. Or at least what ones he could. A few were too much for the two-toned vehicle to handle, and would require a programmer to sort them out, or at the very least a sophisticated software specifically made for the task. In the meantime he kept an optic on them and cataloged where they were located and what mayhem they caused on his aged systems.

    ...Aged? The AI took pause in that realization. Was he already thinking himself old after being on this ridiculous planet for hardly a year, nay, after he had been brought into existence for only two years? Granted, he had been well aware of the many advanced machinations and AI's that were present on Portal Breach, many he could argue were far more advanced than himself, although he loathed to admit it. To do so would be to admit that he was outdated, his systems and software a relic of ages past. Yet in even entertaining the thought of no longer being where he once was, the peak of advanced technology... It was mortifying to consider, as in itself in some way it was an admittance to himself that perhaps too old for this world, even if he was far more advanced than common machines.

    Perhaps it was more that he was no longer the epitome of technology, the first advanced computer AI of his kind.

    Regarding the two undead Judges, one of them returned to scanner range as they entered the barn. As the heavy wooden doors swung back, the AI's amber scanner flared online to it's usual sweeping glow. "Good evening, Judge Fear." He greeted, "You and your brother seem rather interested in something out in the field as you have been absent in its direction for the past ten minutes. Do you require my assistance?" It would have to be the one reason why they would disturb him from recharge.
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Fear on Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:41 am

    "Good evening, K.A.R.R.," the Dark Judge greeted in kind. He quietly listened to the automobile's composed voice and deduced that K.A.R.R. was largely unaware of Death's unforeseen presence. Interesting, interesting... But not as interesting as a likely clash between two highly self-assured personalities over a game of miscellaneous trivia. It was wondered, just briefly, if this was tempting fate... Perhaps, perhaps. Judge Fear soon answered, "We have a visssitor, and one that wissshesss to play an ordinary parlour game. The title isss 'Trivial Pursssuit'; I've not experienced it." But perhaps the vehicle would be inclined to join all the same? "No assssisssstance isss necesssary, but you are welcome to join. There are currently three playersss: Judge Mortisss, myssself, and Death." Ah, that may throw the supercomputer for a slight loop. What was the embodiment of death to a machine, after all?

    The ghoul considered his previous words for a moment and quickly clarified. "Not our Death," he hissed. Although very faint, dismay was evident in the Dark Judge's tone. "A Death, however. Thisss one isss rather eccentric and sssomewhat arrogant. I sssuppossse it isss reasssonable when one'sss purpossse goesss relatively unrivaled." Something all those in the present party could relate to. In any event, that was idle chatter best used on a rainier day. Judge Fear got to opening the barn doors wider, to freshen the musty interior and for K.A.R.R.'s easier departure onto the field.

    "Come," he beckoned, already shambling away. "It isss jussst now being ssset up."

    Surely you won't pass up on an opportunity to trump Death, will you?
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    Re: A Slice of Home away from Home

    Post by Mortis on Wed Oct 08, 2014 3:46 am

    With Fear off and away doing whatever it was to get the resident vehicle to join their game, Mortis was left to awkwardly observe their guest as he continued to sort out the game pieces. From the looks of things, he seemed to be separating the cards out in regards to age and how well they have hold against the tides of time. The neat cards were placed into a neat pile, likely the ones they would be playing with this evening. Deciding that the incarnation of Death was at home keeping everything in order, he stood patiently until the skeleton stated that he could be of use.

    Judge Mortis' task apparently was to set up the board and arrange a few piles of plastic and set up the board. Easy enough he supposed. "Very well." He rasped in reply, stooping down to collect the pieces as Death instructed. Carefully taking the folded cardboard and plastics in his claws, he took a look around the darkened field to see where exactly would be a good 'clear' spot for them to play this game in. So far the entire place looked very open, save for a few weeds that sprung up here and there. Of course, the two Judges were not ones to pay much attention to the acres upon acres of grass that was growing out in these parts, and so much of it was left to grow tall. In the winter months this was hardly an issue, but in the spring even now the lush green blades were starting to grow up past his ankles soon would be threatening to devour his shins.

    Hmm... Seeing as how there was plenty of open space, the ghoul only walked a few paces away from where Death was busy sorting and knelt down in an especially thick patch. He set the pieces aside for the moment, while he flattened down the grass with the palm of his hands to make a more even area for them to place the game. Once satisfied with his work, the undead lawman gently placed out the piles of plastic , spacing them accordingly for the board before unfolding it and centering it in the middle.

    However, as he leaned away, the ghoul took pause and scratched the bony bridge of his nose as he looked over his work. The plastic piles were set on each end of the board, which he figured was what Death had instructed, but the board itself was... blank, just brown cardboard. Was this how it was supposed to be set up? "Hmm..." Thinking better of it, Mortis tilted the board and had a look under it, revealing a very colorful wheel with six spokes going through the center. What an odd looking game, each segment of the wheel had a different color and a symbol upon it.

    The ghoul gave his nose another scratch, his head tilting slightly as he assessed the board before whispering his verdict on the matter, "The drokk are all thesssse sssuppossed to mean?" Death may as well have given them a Ouija board to play on.

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