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How optimistic of you.
CaterpillarKing
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He said he's getting his wisdom teeth removed. My brother got his removed and he was essentially unable to move.
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Actually the operation last Friday only took an hour and there was no pain nor need for pain medication. I've just been busy with real life. Let's predict the Bethesda story will be completely finished by the 20th, and the update after that will be finished by the 30th, and the final update will be finished alongside the start of the Ironclad Oath story.
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Sebastian Kapoor opened his eyelids. He could see nothing. It was dark enough that opening and closing his eyes made no difference. There was no horizon line, nothing from which he could establish a point of reference. He tried to feel for himself, but he couldn't do that. He could not move his arms. In fact, he could not even feel his arms. He had no indication of whether they existed or not. The same thing went for the rest of his body. It was the ultimate of sensory deprivation. He saw nothing, could hear nothing, could feel nothing. He was a true ghost; devoid of a corporeal form, he was nothing but a disembodied mind.
Am I dead? he thought.
"Yes, yes you are," a familiar voice said. It came from nowhere, yet at the same time everywhere around "Sebastian" (who, as an entity, was troublesome to describe, for he no longer actually existed in material form). The voice, a deep, rich, if accented baritone, existed as if Sebastian was placed in a room whose walls consisted of the highest fidelity speakers in the world. "You died from radiation poisoning when you were out in the woods gathering for food. Thirsty, you forgot about common sense and drank from an irradiated pond. Though it was stagnant water, so you would had probably died regardless."
"Well that explains a lot," Sebastian said. As he said those words, though, he became scared. It was not like normal talking, where he could feel his tongue moving, the air in his mouth flowing, or his lips opening and closing. No; the voice came from outside of him, and was just as disembodied as his mind was from his nonexistent body.
"So it goes," the other voice replied. The guy snapped his fingers - or more precisely, made the sound of snapping his fingers - a light beam turned on. It was not like normal light, which was diffuse and was able to light an entire dark room such as this. No, the light was solid. A defined cylinder of yellow-white extended from the ground infinitely up into the void. In the center of the beam was none other than Dr. Strangelove, standing up, wearing a suit, and having a weird smirk in his face.
"So it goes." Dr. Strangelove's voice now sounded like it came from a human - unadjusted, unamplified, and natural. "But that can be fixed."
"It...can?" The shaking of Sebastian's voice could only be exaggerated by the nonexistent audio equipment in the room.
"Indeed," Dr. Strangelove said. "It's a very rare opportunity, very rare. But for reasons that I shall not explain, I will give this opportunity to you. In fact, because I'm feeling so generous right now, I will grant you an additional wish. For instance, I could easily give you all the wealth you could imagine!"
"That's...great," Sebastian said. "But if you don't mind, I would rather be, you know, a real person instead of this pair of floating eyeballs with a disembodied voice?"
"Ah, I get this complaint often from the dead," Dr. Strangelove said. "But unless you want that as your wish, then I will not give it to you. Do you want it as your wish?"
"Um, no," Sebastian said. "I would rather think about it for a while."
"That's okay," Dr. Strangelove said. "You literally have all the time in the world."
And thus Sebastian thought. He liked introspection; he liked it even more here, as his thinking voice was not distorted in the terrifying way that his speaking voice was. Wishing for wealth is pathetic, he thought. Wealth is for those who believe that the kid who dies with the most toys in the end wins. Well, the kid still dies. No, no...I am already dead. I want something to do with life. I will be alive, but if everyone around me is also dead or dying, as they are these days, what's the point of that?
"I wish for my wife to be alive again, as well," Sebastian thought, half wishing, half thinking-out-loud.
"Ah, such a loving gift," Dr. Strangelove said. "And it's a good thing for you too, because those who choose wealth never get it. I just love to mess with the shallow people of the world like that."
Well it's a good thing that I didn't choose the free money, Sebastian thought.
"A similar thing is done to those who want the world to be back the way it was before, before the thermonuclear warfare. Well, I just plant these people in a Paleolithic paradise, where they usually die in around three hours. And sometimes, they manage to come crawling back to me, on their then-metaphorical bellies, pleading with a more-specific wish. And then I say 'tough luck,' and sentence them to permanent death."
Sebastian ignored him. "And I want more than just my wife to be alive again. For the majority of her life, she has never walked. And I loved...love...her despite that, but if only...if only she could walk. And on top of that, I wish we were young again. The excitement of youth, the strength and agility we have when we are young...I wish that we can revisit that again."
"Oh, okay, I can grant that," Dr. Strangelove said. "Just close your eyes."
"Close my eyes...um...okay."
"No, I'm serious. Close your eyes."
"I'm closing them, I think. It's actually hard to tell."
"You are closing them. I can tell. Keep closing them."
"I'm closing them."
"Say, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"No."
"You are Punjabi, right?"
"I thought you knew!"
"Good. Now open your eyes."
Sebastian opened his eyes. At that moment, he could feel his bottom land onto the dusty ground. He tried to raise his right arm, and he found that he could! He tried to stand up, and he did stand up. He used his fingers to pat himself everywhere on his body - head, hair, belly, legs, feet. He was alive. He was young.
When his initial ecstatic feelings went away, though, he started to actually notice his surroundings. He picked up a pebble from the dirt road, and dropped it. He took a look at his clothes - half naked, with a white cloth substituting for pants. The houses around him were in no way modern either. They were wooden buildings, covered not in tiles but in thatch. There was cropland in the back of one of those buildings - wheat, he supposed - and there were animals of some sort working in them - oxen, he supposed again. The few people who caught a glimpse of him looked curious and apprehensive, keeping a good distance away from him.
"What did you do?" Sebastian quietly murmured, hoping that he could, in some way, still communicate with Dr. Strangelove. "I was indeed born in India. But I was from the city, and I have no experience with rural life."
"Do you remember what I said about the people and their pre-nuke fantasies? How they got their wish when I dropped them into the Paleolithic?" Dr. Strangelove's voice remained normal, despite his lack of physical presence.
"I have no idea what you are- oh. Oh. OH." Sebastian willfully forgot about being quiet for the concerned people around him. "DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU STUPID GENIE! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, BUT DAMN YOU!"
OOC: Can you guess what has happened to Sebastian at the end? Hint: Him being Punjabi is a relevant fact. Plus, there's a reference in the first half of the story.
Am I dead? he thought.
"Yes, yes you are," a familiar voice said. It came from nowhere, yet at the same time everywhere around "Sebastian" (who, as an entity, was troublesome to describe, for he no longer actually existed in material form). The voice, a deep, rich, if accented baritone, existed as if Sebastian was placed in a room whose walls consisted of the highest fidelity speakers in the world. "You died from radiation poisoning when you were out in the woods gathering for food. Thirsty, you forgot about common sense and drank from an irradiated pond. Though it was stagnant water, so you would had probably died regardless."
"Well that explains a lot," Sebastian said. As he said those words, though, he became scared. It was not like normal talking, where he could feel his tongue moving, the air in his mouth flowing, or his lips opening and closing. No; the voice came from outside of him, and was just as disembodied as his mind was from his nonexistent body.
"So it goes," the other voice replied. The guy snapped his fingers - or more precisely, made the sound of snapping his fingers - a light beam turned on. It was not like normal light, which was diffuse and was able to light an entire dark room such as this. No, the light was solid. A defined cylinder of yellow-white extended from the ground infinitely up into the void. In the center of the beam was none other than Dr. Strangelove, standing up, wearing a suit, and having a weird smirk in his face.
"So it goes." Dr. Strangelove's voice now sounded like it came from a human - unadjusted, unamplified, and natural. "But that can be fixed."
"It...can?" The shaking of Sebastian's voice could only be exaggerated by the nonexistent audio equipment in the room.
"Indeed," Dr. Strangelove said. "It's a very rare opportunity, very rare. But for reasons that I shall not explain, I will give this opportunity to you. In fact, because I'm feeling so generous right now, I will grant you an additional wish. For instance, I could easily give you all the wealth you could imagine!"
"That's...great," Sebastian said. "But if you don't mind, I would rather be, you know, a real person instead of this pair of floating eyeballs with a disembodied voice?"
"Ah, I get this complaint often from the dead," Dr. Strangelove said. "But unless you want that as your wish, then I will not give it to you. Do you want it as your wish?"
"Um, no," Sebastian said. "I would rather think about it for a while."
"That's okay," Dr. Strangelove said. "You literally have all the time in the world."
And thus Sebastian thought. He liked introspection; he liked it even more here, as his thinking voice was not distorted in the terrifying way that his speaking voice was. Wishing for wealth is pathetic, he thought. Wealth is for those who believe that the kid who dies with the most toys in the end wins. Well, the kid still dies. No, no...I am already dead. I want something to do with life. I will be alive, but if everyone around me is also dead or dying, as they are these days, what's the point of that?
"I wish for my wife to be alive again, as well," Sebastian thought, half wishing, half thinking-out-loud.
"Ah, such a loving gift," Dr. Strangelove said. "And it's a good thing for you too, because those who choose wealth never get it. I just love to mess with the shallow people of the world like that."
Well it's a good thing that I didn't choose the free money, Sebastian thought.
"A similar thing is done to those who want the world to be back the way it was before, before the thermonuclear warfare. Well, I just plant these people in a Paleolithic paradise, where they usually die in around three hours. And sometimes, they manage to come crawling back to me, on their then-metaphorical bellies, pleading with a more-specific wish. And then I say 'tough luck,' and sentence them to permanent death."
Sebastian ignored him. "And I want more than just my wife to be alive again. For the majority of her life, she has never walked. And I loved...love...her despite that, but if only...if only she could walk. And on top of that, I wish we were young again. The excitement of youth, the strength and agility we have when we are young...I wish that we can revisit that again."
"Oh, okay, I can grant that," Dr. Strangelove said. "Just close your eyes."
"Close my eyes...um...okay."
"No, I'm serious. Close your eyes."
"I'm closing them, I think. It's actually hard to tell."
"You are closing them. I can tell. Keep closing them."
"I'm closing them."
"Say, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"No."
"You are Punjabi, right?"
"I thought you knew!"
"Good. Now open your eyes."
Sebastian opened his eyes. At that moment, he could feel his bottom land onto the dusty ground. He tried to raise his right arm, and he found that he could! He tried to stand up, and he did stand up. He used his fingers to pat himself everywhere on his body - head, hair, belly, legs, feet. He was alive. He was young.
When his initial ecstatic feelings went away, though, he started to actually notice his surroundings. He picked up a pebble from the dirt road, and dropped it. He took a look at his clothes - half naked, with a white cloth substituting for pants. The houses around him were in no way modern either. They were wooden buildings, covered not in tiles but in thatch. There was cropland in the back of one of those buildings - wheat, he supposed - and there were animals of some sort working in them - oxen, he supposed again. The few people who caught a glimpse of him looked curious and apprehensive, keeping a good distance away from him.
"What did you do?" Sebastian quietly murmured, hoping that he could, in some way, still communicate with Dr. Strangelove. "I was indeed born in India. But I was from the city, and I have no experience with rural life."
"Do you remember what I said about the people and their pre-nuke fantasies? How they got their wish when I dropped them into the Paleolithic?" Dr. Strangelove's voice remained normal, despite his lack of physical presence.
"I have no idea what you are- oh. Oh. OH." Sebastian willfully forgot about being quiet for the concerned people around him. "DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU STUPID GENIE! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, BUT DAMN YOU!"
OOC: Can you guess what has happened to Sebastian at the end? Hint: Him being Punjabi is a relevant fact. Plus, there's a reference in the first half of the story.
CaterpillarKing
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I put it in a spoiler.
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Atlantic Pacf.
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No. Of all the potential answers out there, what made you come up with this one? I think you confused what happened in the beginning with what happened at the end, in which case I clarified my question.
CaterpillarKing
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DKVM
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CaterpillarKing
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CaterpillarKing
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I need to go through and read all the updates to figure it out. Also I love your signature 
CaterpillarKing
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I'm sorry if I'm so off, I never had the time to read the stories, but they are incredible.
DKVM
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CaterpillarKing
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Atlantic Pacf.
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Considering that both CaterpillarKing and DKVM figured out the gist of it, I'll try to answer as best as possible.
Oh, and has anyone gotten the reference?
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Oh, and has anyone gotten the reference?
CaterpillarKing
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TheNoob
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Atlantic Pacf. for creating an alternate reality game 2014.
adhiraj.bose
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