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That's Irregular: Special Halloween Edition

Discussion in 'Civ3 - Demo Game III: Citizens' started by FortyJ, Oct 31, 2003.

  1. FortyJ

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    "Thank you. Thank you. Happy Halloween everyone here and at home. Welcome to That's Irregular. I'm your host, Pat Tooie, and tonight we are joined by Dr. Kay Ripes, Head Criminologist here at the Gorina Police Department." intoned the host of the show.

    Inside the production booth, the signal was given and a disembodied arm reached out of the shadows, flipping a switch. Insantly the main feed picked up the second camera which was already aimed directly at the chair that held the delicate figure of Dr. Ripes. The main view screen revealed Dr. Ripes sitting somewhat uncomfortably in her chair, nodding in appreciation of her host's introduction. Inside the booth, another signal was given and another hand reached over and flipped another switch, releasing a momentary burst of mechanical applause that lent the illusion of a live audience to all those viewers around the world.

    Mr. Tooie continued "I understand you're going to share some of your cases with us tonight, is that correct, Dr. Ripes?"

    "Yes, Pat. It is okay if I call you Pat, isn't it?", smiled Dr. Ripes.

    "Of course it is." snapped back the show's host. "Just be sure to have your buddies at the station fix all those parking tickets of mine, will ya?" he kidded.

    The two exchanged some nervous laughter and then Pat sat down in the chair directly across from Dr. Ripes. Inside the production booth, another switch was flipped, releasing "Audience Laughter Number 6" over the airwaves. All the while, arms kept flying vigorously from switch to switch, switching the feed from one camera to another, struggling to keep pace with the conversation.

    Finally the host continued, "So, Dr. Ripes, what's our first story for the night?"

    "Well, it goes like this..."
     
  2. FortyJ

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    He had not left the security of his room for over a day. His cold was getting better thanks to the medicine his mother brought every 4-6 hours without fail, and he almost regretted the notion of returning to school. Fortunately, today was Friday, which meant that he might actually be better in time for the weekend.

    From the plush comfort of his bed, he clicked off the television with the remote control and reached over and picked up his laptop, placing it squarely on his lap. The bright glow from the LCD panel washed over his face and he noticed that it had begun to get dark outside.

    His mother had already come in and taken the remains of his dinner plate away and force-fed him his after-meal dosing of medication and he would not likely see her again until bedtime. He contemplated getting out of bed, but instead, turned back to the beckoning computer screen resting on his lap.

    He checked his connections, the power cord was secure and the phone line was still connected to the extremely fragile modem port on the side of his computer. Too many times in the past, he had accidentally broken that connection in the middle of an important post on his favorite forum.

    The forum was part of a web site dedicated to his favorite computer game, "Civilization". On this site, he and several others from all over Fanatica would play this game as a group, electing each other to various offices and communicate and debate strategies of play.

    With nothing to do for the next hour or so, he decided to log on and check the forum for any new developments in the game. He punched up the necessary commands and within seconds, the familiar buzzing and screeching of the modem filled the air as his computer dialed into the local Gorina-based servers for his Service Provider. Seconds later, the screeching stopped and the machine verified his password and other necessary logon information.

    At long last, he was online and looking at the familiar home page for his Community Game of Civilization. Thanks to his recent illness, it had been a few days since he was last online, and it appeared that alot had happened since then. He began to read through the various posts from the various participants in the game and the time began to fly by.

    The door to his room opened, and his mother peered in. "Goodnight, honey," she said. "I know you're feeling better, but please don't stay up too late. You don't want a relapse."

    "Good night mom." came the reply. He had to turn the laptop to the side and redirect the glare of the LCD screen in order to see his mother in the doorway. He hadn't realized how dark it had gotten. The illumination from the screen on his laptop practically made it impossible to see anything else in the room. "Don't worry. I won't stay up too late tonight."

    His mother blew him a kiss and shut the door. Without hesitation, he pulled the laptop back up onto his lap and resumed his work in the forums.

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    Something seemed to tickle his leg, but he couldn't quite place the sensation. It seemed awfully difficult to move. It was is if he were in a fog of some kind. There it was again! Something definitely was brushing up against his leg but he was unable to do anything about it.

    Then, a searing pain shot through his leg, up his abdomen and straight through his heart. Then it struck him - he was sleeping. Wake up! He jolted up in bed, or at least he tried to, only to discover he was restrained by something. Glancing from side to side, he couldn't make out what it was.

    He could see his laptop still on his lap, but the screen had long since gone dark courtesy of the auto-power saving features built-in to those machines now-a-days. He couldn't see much of anything in the dark and the pain in his leg was getting stronger by the second.

    His arms seemed to also be restrained by something, but he couldn't be sure what it was. However, his hands were still holding on to the laptop. If he could just reach the power button.... He wormed his hands up the side of the laptop and managed to get his finger onto the power button. Barely reaching, he managed to depress the button before relaxing his arms and seeing them fall back to their original position.

    Another jolt of pain shot up his leg - this one originating in his right foot. The pain in his left leg was gradually fading, replaced by an ever-increasing burning sensation. It was as if his leg was on fire and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

    The laptop began to come to life. He could hear the hard drive whirring and could see the three lights flicker on the front of the unit indicating the self-tests were underway. The screen flashed briefly, but the light caught him unexpectedly and nearly blinded him because the room was so dark to begin with. For a few seconds, all he could see were spots as his eyes tried to recover from the blinding flash.

    More pain, and in the darkness, he thought he could hear something... something very discomforting. He couldn't make out the sound, but something inside of him told him that it was not a good sound. The spots in his eyes and the sounds from the darkness sent waves of terror through his body. He started to scream, but couldn't find his voice. He was having a panic attack and something told him that he desperately needed to get it under control.

    Finally, at long last, the screen on his laptop lit up. The false light from the machine on his lap lit up his chest and face quite well, but he still could not see what was happening to his legs.

    He glanced down at his chest. The pale artificial light from his laptop revealed several strands of rope covering his arms and torso. However, he could see no knot and it appeared that the rope circled his entire bed. To make matters worse, the light from the laptop actually made it harder to see anything below his waist.

    He tried to turn the laptop around to shine some light on the other half of the room, but it too was stuck in the rope. It was then, that it struck him.... It was stuck in the rope. The rope seemed to be extremely sticky for your average garden-variety rope. Not only did it hold him down, it also stuck to him like contact paper.

    Terrifying images began to race through his mind. Panic began to overtake him, but he struggled to remain calm. The pain in his right foot was now replaced by the same burning that now encompassed half of his left leg. The very disturbing clicking sounds that had momentarily stopped when the light initially came on, now resumed and he found himself on the verge of terror. He wanted to scream, but he could not. His eyes teared up, but he was incapable of any sound louder than a sob.

    Out of desperation, it occured to him that he could log on to the internet and signal the police department for help. He struggled to work the keys on his computer, fighting through the growing pain in his legs. Finally, he managed to pull up the program for his dial-up connection and he began the sequence for connecting to the internet. Midway through this process, however, the machine beeped and announced that the connection had been broken - the cable had come loose from the modem port.

    He was about to resign himself to tears when he heard the familiar creak of his bedroom door. It sounded as if something slid past it, brushing it ever so slightly to make it move just enough to emit the slightest squeek, but certainly not loud enough to awaken anyone in the house.

    Frustration overtook him and he now needed more than anything to see the other half of his room. With the strength of Gladiatus, he pried one side of his laptop free from its bindings. Slowly, he managed to get the other side free as well. Jubilant with his minor victory, he relaxed from exhaustion and nearly lost control of his laptop and allowing it to fall to the floor. Only two fingers from his left hand prevented this catastrophe from occuring.

    He struggled to spin the machine around on his lap. Slowly, it pivoted, revealing more and more of his room with every slightest bit of turn. Then, it slipped out of his control and tipped over backwards, the back of the panel now resting on the bed next to his hips, shining its light helplessly on the ceiling.

    It lingered there for what seemed like an eternity of excruciating pain, until it started to slide off the bed. He lay there helpless to stop his machine from falling and watched it slip, gradually at first, off the bed and out of view. Miraculously, though, it did not break when it hit the ground. Furthermore, it had somehow fallen in just a way so that the LCD screen almost perfectly lit up the entrance to his room as well as the hallway outside.

    What he saw, he did not wish to see. While it was difficult at first to recognize the bindings that held him in his bed, the hallway was much clearer to him. The door to his room was partially obscured by what looked like cobwebs. Even the walls in his room were covered with the stuff.

    He could see shadows, monstrous shadows, moving to and fro on the far wall, but his mind refused to process the images from his eyes. By now the pain in his legs was almost too much to bear, and he began to pass out from the venom that this creature had obviously injected into him. In fact, it was just seconds before he did pass out that he recognized the horrifying truth for what it was.

    The giant spider crawled back into the room of his now motionless prey. It had put up quite a struggle, but it had finally succumbed, as they all do, to its paralyzing venom. It was now safe to feed on this prey, just like it will be very soon in the other rooms of her new home.
     
  3. FortyJ

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    "Well, thank you very much for that nerve-wrecking story, Dr. Ripes.", said Pat, looking nervously over his shoulder. Then, turning back to the camera, he smiled and continued "Kids, I'd sleep with one light on tonight if I were you."

    The theme music began softly in the background, indicating it was time for a commercial break. "Don't go anywhere, because we'll be right back with another Howlin' Halloween Story after this short commercial break."
     
  4. Bacon King

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    some "short commercial break", it's been 2 days already :D
     
  5. Cyc

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    I can't stand commercials, either Bacon King. :) Good work, FortyJ.
     

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