A while back tookewl made a game called Clip and he wrote a storyline for it. Here it is:
“Stop!!”
“Please! STOP!!”
“LEAVE US ALONE!! GET AWAY!!”
“HELP!!!”
“Mommy, is he going to hurt us!?”
You jolt up from the nightmare, clamping your head as if you had a headache. The nightmares that were haunting your everyday thoughts were haunting your dreams to. You look around, glancing at the small cell you’re in. It’s dark, the only light coming from the bulk door blocking your escape. And it smelled eerily like death also. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know how you got here. But you will esca-
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“May I come in?”
Without giving you the time to answer, a man in a sharp attire walks in, slowly closing the door back, with a solid thud. He was impressively tall, with spiked, like blue hair, and a slight scar on his left cheek.
“I understand you’re the defendant?” He says with a unusual deep voice.
You look puzzled.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Rude of me not to introduce myself to my client. Mr. Bolt, your lawyer. Nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out towards you while gently smiling. You hesitate, then shake. His grip is tighter than you expected.
“You see, it’s nice to bond like this. Kind of like a mutual agreement that hasn’t officially been signed, huh? You see, it was necessary to shake your hand because I want you to know that I respect you.” He’s still gripping your hand, shaking it with a slightly tighter grip.
“And I respect you enough to let you know what’s going on here. So, let’s start with confessions.” You look at him, your mind still wondering why you’re even here in the first place.
“I’m not really your lawyer.”
His hand sends an electric bolt into your hand, it spreading across your body like an antivirus. You shake violently, your body hitting the hard wall like a truck against a bike. Foam starts releasing from your mouth, like a bubble bath faucet over-running the bathtub.
“Was my little revelation that shocking?” Bolt says, chuckling afterwards. “You know, I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Slippery splode aren’t you?” Bolt turns his back, and walks toward the door. “And after all of this time, you probably don’t even remember why I’ve captured you. Heh.” His foot promotes a strong bass as his army boots clip-clamp out of the cell. He slams the door, the hinges sending a vibration through the entire hell whole. “Oh, and one more thing,” he remembers. “There’s a 9mm under your mattress. Whenever you tire of sitting in there, feel free to kill yourself. The janitors won’t mind, I promise. And don’t bother shooting the walls to try and get out. They’re made of very sensitive gun powder and dynamite. One bullet could spark the fire, and one fire could spark an explosion, and one explosion could spark a mess. Quite a reaction, huh? Hahahahaha.”
You hear Bolt’s footsteps moving farther. Who was he? You hold your head, as the electricity sparks seem to whither around the back of your neck. Then all of a sudden, the sparks clear with a loud *CRACK*. You rub your hand the across the back of your neck, and feel letters indented like brail. Your fingers move across the letters, “C, L, I, P…”
-AFTER ESCAPING CELL-
You slam against the wall, the flames enveloping the cell that used to house you and your depression. The explosion set off the fire alarm, which released water in a shower like manner into the room from atop. You could feel the water filling up the tiny indentions of the word “Clip” housed on the back of your neck. It felt weird, yet relaxing in the sense that you’ve never experienced that feeling before. You stand up, water rolling down your face. You held the gun in your hand, it symbolizing nothing but easier escape. You looked up at the water provider spraying the room down, and noticed a red beeping sensation in the middle. That’s wasn’t needed unless the fire was too strong for the initial reaction……that must mean a different alarm is off as well. You head out, unknowing of the grand adventure you’re about to partake in, and the decisions you’ll make that will change your outlook on morals forever…
-RED/MINE-
You spot 2 men talking in a dimly lit room below you. You stop, and look. One of them is Bolt, but he doesn’t house the scar that he had a while ago….
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“Do you know what you’ve done Bolt? You brought HIM, out of all people. Do you know what he’s done? Do you know what he’s capable of?” Asks a similarly dressed man in a slightly higher voice than Bolt’s.
“I’m well aware Placid.” Bolt replies.
“Well, I’m sure you’re aware of the explosion that just happened. He’s escaped!”
“He didn‘t survive something like that.” Bolt answers calmly. “I designed that room just for death. It’s simply impossible for a man, no matter great, to survive something like that. Mark my words, he dead.”
“And you mark mine’s,” Placid returns, his face leaned in on Bolt’s. “You‘re underestimating him.”
Placid then turns, and walks a few paces forward, revealing a yellow symbol on the back of his jacket.
A man in a lab coat, probably a scientist, then walks in and bows to Bolt. “The preparations are complete. We’ve contained enough information from the broken disk.”
“Thank you. You may go.” Bolt says. As the man turns and walks away, Placid yells, “Hold up.”
The man, stops, and turns around.
“Placid, with no shoes nonetheless, walks towards the scientist. “Are you sure?” He then asks after moments of silence. The scientist, shaking slightly now, mummers out a stuttered, “y-y-yes.” Placid lowers his eyelids and leans in. He then whispers, “Are you really sure?” The green waves wasps across the scientists eyes, his eyes bulging vains and tears as a result. He then closes his eyes, still shaking, as tears fall from them. “Go.” Placid orders. The scientist turns and runs.
“I don’t trust him.” Placid reveals. “You don’t have to.” Bolt offers. “After we’re done getting what we need, we won’t need him. But right now, we need his skills. So until those skills give us what we need, you just need to deal with it.”
Placid gruffs. And then, out of nowhere, a supersonic boom flows through the air.
“What the hell was that!?” Placid yells.
“He’s finally gone crazy.” Bolt replies.
-YELLOW/BOMBS-
You step through the broken glass and bushes of fire as you approach almost unbearable heat. Dead bodies everywhere, burned alive. The smell of flesh making the image even harder to look at. Flames then shoot towards you, as you jump to the side, the right of your hip hitting the flow like hard puddy. You gaze forward, your hand in the air, as if that will somehow lower the temperature. A man, almost naked, then walks out of the flames, his skin almost completed burned to the boned, the only thing remotely skin, on his face, the bottom left of his lip burned off, showing his teeth and gums. “I can’t die.” He says.
“ I CAN’T DIE!!” He yells, his hands waving in the air, causing fire to shoot out of them, hitting the ceiling, melting it to a coup. "I kill people for no reason, burn their families alive, make them suffer an eternity of burns, and yet I still stand? "
“I DERSEVE TO DIE!!” His mouth emit’s a dragon shaped flame headed for you, as you roll over, the flame hitting the hydrant behind you, it releasing Cooled flames. You turn, and see a line of them in the back of the room. You also see people sreaming and yelling, stuck in between them.
“You then turn your warm eyes towards the deceased man.” He turns and looks at you.
“MY NAME IS DEGREE! Can you grant me my last wish?”
-IF YOU KILLED THE SPIDER BY SHOOTING THE NITROS-
The cold hydrant’s you exploded froze Degrees in his place, only to be melted into a gooey ornament of flesh and bones moments later. You see fractions of teeth sliding across the gooey liquid. You had given him what he wanted. But those innocent people….those people trapped by the hydrants….you could’ve saved them….one woman scientist even screamed out, “Please”.
A blue key card can be seen through flesh.
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-IF YOU DIDN’T KILL THE SPIDER BY SHOOTING THE NITROS-
“Who knew a man could kill me, with ordinary weapons,” Degree says. He falls to his knees, clenching his degraded skinned heart. Black ooze drops from his mouth, and his mouth shapes out the words, “Thank you.” He then drops to the ground, his body left to degenerate among the ashes. A woman scientist whispers loudly, “Thank you for, *cough* saving us.” You turn toward Degree’s body, only to spot a blue key card.
“So, you’re the one I’m expecting.” You turn towards the sound of the voice speaking to you, only to find a women, looking in her 20’s, sitting on a blue dotted box with her legs crossed. She jumps down, her shoes hitting the ground, causing a supernova like ring of dirt to develop around her. You see the sketched design of her blue tight jeans spiraling down her legs, leading to an impressive catalog of hunting boots. Her red shirt ended slightly above her belly button, showing a smooth, tan body color, and also highlighting an old looking scar across her right side. She wore a necklace housing skulls around her neck.
“He said you had an…………..interesting résumé, but I expected a more…..gruff look from you.” You look puzzled. She walks towards you with a slow, stalking walk. “My name is Lana. Lana Jones.” She smiles and continues. “Many people like you think I’m weak, or frankly, too pretty for a job like this. And you know what?” She slides out a glock 17 from her belt, and ejects the current round, replacing it with a slick new look-alike from her back pocket. “I don’t trust you people.” She stretches her arm out and points the head of the gun at your nose. “I don’t care how many traps and puzzles you’ve went through. Hell, your life as of this moment has no use to me. Spreading your face across this cavern with the help of this bullet would change my mood none.” You tilt your head up, expecting anything to happen. “Why did you come to this cave?” She resumes. “What possibly else could you accomplish with your life by getting through what this cave has to offer?” She slides the chamber back, emitting a sharp click throughout the air, it echoing forth and back. “Make me trust you.” She says. The gun shakes slightly, it pointing at your eye now, her trigger finger shivering.
“The short path ahead leads to Placid. He has a key needed to help me progress in this hell maker of a lair. Do whatever it takes to get it, and IF you make it back with the key, I might decide to bring you along for this adventure.” She lowers her gun to the ground. “You’ll know where to find me when you get it.” She waves her gun in the direction of Placid. “Now, go get it.”
You turn to walk away.
“Hey, what’s that, hey- is that BRAIL on your neck?” She walks up, and looks closely, her breath swaying the hairs on the back of your neck. She rubs her fingers across it and gasps.
“You’re………..him.” She steps back, her hand over her mouth. She then looks at her watch, and curses.
“ I have to get back, otherwise Bolt will get suspicious.” You turn around to ask her what she means.
“Don’t worry about it. Just know that I’m here to help you.”
She reaches for a hidden backpack, and unzips it to reveal a wig. “I have to go.” She rushes off in hurry.
Weird.
-YELLOW/ROCKETS-
You stop, and hide behind the rock between you and Placid up ahead.
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“P-p-please, don’t kill me!” Says the unknown.
Placid leans in and grabs the hand of the man, as if it was a mic, and talks into it, saying this, “You think I’m a fool?” Acid engulfs the mans hand, and begins dissolving it, the man screaming horrifically at the sight of his melting hand.
“It was unfortunate that I had to do this, Mr. Lamborg.”
“AHHHHHH! MY HAND!”
Placid started walking circles around the man. It was evident that this wasn’t the same scientist that you saw earlier.
“Hiding samples, replicating DNA for your own use. Bolt is too passive. But I know better. Lies are like the acid that burns inside me. They dissolve whatever subject they’re covering into nothing more than a puddle.”
“OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY HELP -” Placid crushed his foot down on the temple of the screaming victim, causing a very strong *THUD-CRACK* to sound through the air.
“Take him away.” Placid ordered, resulting in a legion of 2 other scientists to pick up the man’s body. He then cracked his knuckles, and walked into the darkness.
-RED/ROCKETS-
“Ah, nice of you to join me, Clip.” Placid greets. “Please, have a seat. Oh, wait, I forgot, there are no chairs in hell.” You look at him with an intense gaze.
“It was just a joke.” He responded. “Do you know why I call you Clip?” You say and do nothing.
“Because you’re very content with them, gun clips I mean.” He says. “And it’s not just the fact that you know them like the back of your head- I mean hand. It’s partly because of what you use them for. You’ll kill anything that’s on the contract. A man, wealthy, poor,” He continued, “ women, kid, family..”
“ENOUGH.” Bolt yelled, the sound of his voice booming thunder in the air. You could see a scar that he didn’t have earlier, on his cheek again.
He scanned Placid, then you. “I was proven wrong.” Bolt exclaims. “It seems I underestimated your ability to outthink your way in every situation that arises. Degree was already on his way to the loony bin, but by killing him, you only proved that your history, however brutal Placid made it seem, is true. And you expect it to turn it around by forgetting about it? It’s much harder than that, Agent Clip.”
Bolt walks towards you in a hypnotizing stance. “You want to relieve the glory days, don’t you? You love the feeling of blood being spilled as a result of the bullet you released piercing that human. You love the sight of someone dying, It just excites you doesn’t it? Well, Clip, let me make you an offer. Kill Placid, and I’ll let you go. And you can live the happy, peaceful, fake life you’ve been living. But only if you do this one task.” Bolt turns around walks towards Placid, whispering, “Take him out”, before leaving.
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