<span style='color:green'>"He nailed an agent. That makes me trust him enough to follow him, outta clear and present danger." *I slow down and follow Seraph*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Cap'n, you talking to Kida? Ask her what's taking so long with our helicopter ride. Tell her to land it on the roof or something, so that we have a way to get out of here quickly if everything goes to hell. Again." *follows Seraph and the others*</span>
<i>Everyone reaches a long corridor, with several doors. Suddenyl, Seraph opens one of them with a key, and enters an even longer corridor, all white.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*relodes the Desert Eagles* "What the hell? Never been here"</u></span>
<i>"We must hurry. It won't be long until we are discovered"</i>
<span style='color:yellow'>"backdoors are only a legend. they dont exist." *heads down the corridoor, looks left and right* "at least, i think they're only a legend..."</span>
<span style='color:red'>"I don't know Dea, this is probably a maintenance passage. Programs in the Matrix can use this to get to buggy areas of the Matrix and start debuging them." *hangs in back, half expecting an agent to emerge from one of the doors* "Unfortunatly for us, agents are programs as well."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Good point. Though the <i>guy</i> we're following seems like someone who can deal with the agents." *I keep close to the Seraph*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Gives Muta a <img src='http://smilies.crowd9.com/cwm/3dlil/eek13.gif' border='0' alt='user posted image'> look as I walk along* "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! You see code in the Matrix! Is that normal, man?"</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Umm, Mr. Chinese Guy, where exactly are you taking us?" *looks skeptically at the doors and keeps close to the others*</span>
<i>Seraph walks down the long corridor with hundreds of thousands of aqua doors left and right. The crew walks for what seems like a few miles before Seraph suddenly stops in his tracks and approaches one of the unmarked doors and turns it open with a key.
"The oracle awaits."
The door opens to the oracle's kitchen where the oracle can be seen opening the oven and taking out freshly baked ginger snap cookies.
"Well, ain't this a pleasure?" the Oracle says.</i>
<i>Oracle offers Berzerker a cookie straight off the cookie sheet. "Go ahead, sugar," she says as she gives a sweet smile at Berzerker.
"So did I know you were coming? I wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't."
"So you boys are in a real mess down their in Zion. Well, I am here to help..."
The oracle reaches in her purse and pulls out a floppy disk.
"On here, you'll find the coordinates for that nice young man Neo to find me," shines a grin to the group.
"Help yourself to some cookies! I didn't make them all for myself, you know."</i>
<span style='color:blue'>*pulls out cell phone and calls P-Khan* Where did everybody go? Operator can't find you anywhere near the vacinity you were at before. Oh ****! </span> <i>An agent with something perculiarly different about him steps forward from the shadows. "The great thing about being me... " Dives his hands into the Captain's chest as black liquid seems to consume his body until a duplicate agent is made. The duplicate brushes off his jacket, straightens his tie, and says "Is that there are so many me's." </i>
<!--QuoteBegin--Bill Door+Nov 19 2003, 07:54 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Bill Door @ Nov 19 2003, 07:54 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='color:green'>*Gives Muta a <img src='http://smilies.crowd9.com/cwm/3dlil/eek13.gif' border='0' alt='user posted image'> look as I walk along* "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! You see code in the Matrix! Is that normal, man?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>I'm not in the matrix currently.. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:green'>*I start removing 9mm ammunition from the lighter of the two magazines, and putting them into the fuller magazine.* "Ginger snap cookies... I love them... But I can get any in Zion. All thats avalible seems to be slop..." *I put the magazines away.* "I'd go crazy if I had to get used to the Zionite cooking again!"</span>
<span style='color:red'>*tries to call the captain* Recording from phone: The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please hang up and then try again. Have a nice day. "That's never happened before. What the hell happened to Hawkeye?"</span> <b>If people are still worrying about me being able to superjump from standing still, watch any old Hong-Kong Kung-Fu film and you'll see that they do it. And they do it the same way as people bend the rules of the Matrix, all you have to do is believe.</b>
<span style='color:orange'>"Thank you ma'am." *eats the cookie* "Hey, these are good. Real good." *takes a few more and puts them in his pocket to eat later* "Oh, what I'd give to get some fresh baked cookies like these in the real world..." *sighs and then gets ready to leave, worried about the captain not answering his phone*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"I don't like this." *moves one hand to the hilt of my katana, the other to one of my Mini-Uzi's* "I don't like this at all." *draws both weapons and turns to the Oracle* "Just for security ma'am"</span>
<span style='color:green'>*I draw my M92fs and check the chamber* "I'm with you, Darkness. Lets find out whats going on..." *I flip open my phone and call up the ship, my M92fs held by my right side.* "Is Hawkeye OK? He's not answering his phone..."</span>
<i>"Oh, and I have some unfortunate news for you folks, I'm afraid," the Oracle says as she fixes to walk outside the kitchen. "Only one of you will make it out alive to pass the message to Neo. Which one makes it out alive depends on the decisions you make."
"I'm sorry to have to give you this awful news, but believe me, in the long run your sacrifice will go a long way in ending the war."
"Do any of you have any final questions?"</i>
Okay, folks. This is where things get interesting. This is sort of the "end" of the rpg, so we might as well have a little fun. I will pick only one of you to survive this thing, depending on how "smart" your decisions are. If you "become" an agent, I will allow you to continue rpging, only you will be Smith. This doesn't mean you can break any of the rules I have listed at the beginning of the story, however. I still decide what happens ultimately. Try to remember that. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:gray'><u>*phone rings. look at screen* "It's the Captain...." *hears a faint "The great thing about being me... Is that there are so many me's.". phone becomes dead* "huh? Captain? CAPTAIN!!!" "damn, we got problems. Thank you ma'am, but we need to leave" *runs outside the building, up to the roof* "Operator! What the **** happened to the Captain?"</u></span>
<i>Outside, rain starts to fall. There are several building, close to each other. Down at the streets, there is Chinatown. This is near the place where Neo first revealed himself as The One, deleting Smith 'permenatly'. </i>
Just to be fair, I will leave the decision on who leaves only to Hawkeye. That's because I'm still "not dead". BTW, Muta, are you the operator? I'm a bit confused here.
<span style='color:yellow'>"only one of us will make it back? of all of us, or just the ones here? kida... capt'n...." *straightens up* "well, lets try to prove you wrong, ma'am. we've spent too much of your time already." *calls operator, requests exit* {under breath}"i always knew that if someone wasnt coming back, it would be me. damned if im gunna let it be everyone else too." *heads to the exit* </span>
<span style='color:green'>"Well, heck." *I shake my head* "Darkness, when we get out of here, howabout we do that sparring I mentioned" *I follow Dea, my m92fs at the ready* "Hope you don't mind me tagging along, Dea..." *Under my breath I mutter "Queue the dramatic music, here we go!"*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"That'll only happen if the Oracle is wrong. And how many times in the hundred years that we've been fighting has she been wrong?" *follows the others, Mini-Uzi in one hand, katana in the other*</span> <b>We could keep the RP going after we're out by being chased by Sentinels as we make a mad dash back within Zion's defencive systems. Just a suggestion.</b>
Comments
*I slow down and follow Seraph*</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*relodes the Desert Eagles*
"What the hell? Never been here"</u></span>
<i>"We must hurry. It won't be long until we are discovered"</i>
"Backdoors?"</span>
*heads down the corridoor, looks left and right*
"at least, i think they're only a legend..."</span>
*hangs in back, half expecting an agent to emerge from one of the doors*
"Unfortunatly for us, agents are programs as well."</span>
*I keep close to the Seraph*</span>
"Where did they disappear? They were just there"
*points at the code flow*
"Odd"</span>
"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! You see code in the Matrix! Is that normal, man?"</span>
Hax.
*I then mutter "Shoulda joined a different crew... This ones too interesting for my likes."*</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--spinviper+Nov 19 2003, 02:47 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (spinviper @ Nov 19 2003, 02:47 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Hax. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->Indeed.
"The oracle awaits."
The door opens to the oracle's kitchen where the oracle can be seen opening the oven and taking out freshly baked ginger snap cookies.
"Well, ain't this a pleasure?" the Oracle says.</i>
*I walk over to a chair and sit down.*
"Those smell delicious...."</span>
"So did I know you were coming? I wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't."
"So you boys are in a real mess down their in Zion. Well, I am here to help..."
The oracle reaches in her purse and pulls out a floppy disk.
"On here, you'll find the coordinates for that nice young man Neo to find me," shines a grin to the group.
"Help yourself to some cookies! I didn't make them all for myself, you know."</i>
<span style='color:blue'>*pulls out cell phone and calls P-Khan*
Where did everybody go? Operator can't find you anywhere near the vacinity you were at before. Oh ****!
</span>
<i>An agent with something perculiarly different about him steps forward from the shadows.
"The great thing about being me... "
Dives his hands into the Captain's chest as black liquid seems to consume his body until a duplicate agent is made.
The duplicate brushes off his jacket, straightens his tie, and says "Is that there are so many me's."
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"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! You see code in the Matrix! Is that normal, man?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<b>I'm not in the matrix currently.. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
"Ginger snap cookies... I love them... But I can get any in Zion. All thats avalible seems to be slop..."
*I put the magazines away.*
"I'd go crazy if I had to get used to the Zionite cooking again!"</span>
My mistake Muta. Sorry about that.
Recording from phone: The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please hang up and then try again. Have a nice day.
"That's never happened before. What the hell happened to Hawkeye?"</span>
<b>If people are still worrying about me being able to superjump from standing still, watch any old Hong-Kong Kung-Fu film and you'll see that they do it. And they do it the same way as people bend the rules of the Matrix, all you have to do is believe.</b>
*takes the disk*</span>
*moves one hand to the hilt of my katana, the other to one of my Mini-Uzi's*
"I don't like this at all."
*draws both weapons and turns to the Oracle*
"Just for security ma'am"</span>
"I'm with you, Darkness. Lets find out whats going on..."
*I flip open my phone and call up the ship, my M92fs held by my right side.*
"Is Hawkeye OK? He's not answering his phone..."</span>
"I'm sorry to have to give you this awful news, but believe me, in the long run your sacrifice will go a long way in ending the war."
"Do any of you have any final questions?"</i>
Okay, folks. This is where things get interesting. This is sort of the "end" of the rpg, so we might as well have a little fun. I will pick only one of you to survive this thing, depending on how "smart" your decisions are. If you "become" an agent, I will allow you to continue rpging, only you will be Smith. This doesn't mean you can break any of the rules I have listed at the beginning of the story, however. I still decide what happens ultimately. Try to remember that. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
"It's the Captain...."
*hears a faint "The great thing about being me... Is that there are so many me's.". phone becomes dead*
"huh? Captain? CAPTAIN!!!"
"damn, we got problems. Thank you ma'am, but we need to leave"
*runs outside the building, up to the roof*
"Operator! What the **** happened to the Captain?"</u></span>
<i>Outside, rain starts to fall. There are several building, close to each other. Down at the streets, there is Chinatown. This is near the place where Neo first revealed himself as The One, deleting Smith 'permenatly'. </i>
Just to be fair, I will leave the decision on who leaves only to Hawkeye. That's because I'm still "not dead".
BTW, Muta, are you the operator? I'm a bit confused here.
*straightens up*
"well, lets try to prove you wrong, ma'am. we've spent too much of your time already."
*calls operator, requests exit*
{under breath}"i always knew that if someone wasnt coming back, it would be me. damned if im gunna let it be everyone else too."
*heads to the exit*
</span>
*I shake my head*
"Darkness, when we get out of here, howabout we do that sparring I mentioned"
*I follow Dea, my m92fs at the ready*
"Hope you don't mind me tagging along, Dea..."
*Under my breath I mutter "Queue the dramatic music, here we go!"*</span>
<span style='color:brown'>*Looks at screen*
"What the hell did I miss again.."
*Said with frustrated voice*</span>
*follows the others, Mini-Uzi in one hand, katana in the other*</span>
<b>We could keep the RP going after we're out by being chased by Sentinels as we make a mad dash back within Zion's defencive systems. Just a suggestion.</b>