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towerofanimus2013-05-22 09:25 am
awfulsentimetal) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-22 09:25 am
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[Event] Critical Error
Characters: The Spine and anyone unfortunate enough to stumble upon him.
Setting: Floor Fourteen: Media Room
Format: Starting in prose, will match!
Summary: Rumor has it anyone wearing an orange collar might go berserk at any moment. The Spine has just had a critical systems failure, turning rumor into reality.
WARNINGS: Spine will do his damndest to electrocute, blast a hole in, crush, strangle, or otherwise murder any character that tags into this thread.
The last few days could be summed up in a single sentence: everything is weird and nothing makes sense. People were believing all kinds of crazy things, the food in the cafeteria was poisoned (not a concern for the automaton, but he couldn't help but worry for his human friends here in the tower), and he'd heard via the network that there were bizarre things attacking the tower itself. Not that he'd seen any of them. It seemed to just be rumors.
With all of this craziness, it was no wonder he found his way to the media room. Maybe he could find something to take his mind off of things.
He stepped into the room and found a television that wasn't in use, selecting a program at random.
It was a nature documentary. The film cut from shots of lion cubs rough-housing to zebras enjoying a watering hole (with bonus crocodiles) to a very much alive and not at all mechanical elephant trumpeting--
Errororor.
The Spine suddenly went rigid, photo-receptors glowing too brightly.
Catastrophic Systems Failure. Going offliiine.
As suddenly as they'd gone bright, they snapped off. His knees bent with a hiss of hydraulics and he slumped forward, head hanging and arms stiff at his sides.
Rebooting.
A burst of steam from between his lips and the vents in his cheeks. Hands twitched. He straightened up in a series of mechanically twitching movements.
Loading File Zero Zero One Dash One Eight Nine Seven.
Photo-receptors came back online an angry red. His right sleeve stretched and ripped as segmented metal plates lifted and moved aside, allowing the wicked looking spikes of his tesla coil discharger to extend. Electricity crackled and arced along it, throwing purple light, and a high-pitched whine emitted from somewhere in the back of his throat. Was something... charging up?
Setting: Floor Fourteen: Media Room
Format: Starting in prose, will match!
Summary: Rumor has it anyone wearing an orange collar might go berserk at any moment. The Spine has just had a critical systems failure, turning rumor into reality.
WARNINGS: Spine will do his damndest to electrocute, blast a hole in, crush, strangle, or otherwise murder any character that tags into this thread.
The last few days could be summed up in a single sentence: everything is weird and nothing makes sense. People were believing all kinds of crazy things, the food in the cafeteria was poisoned (not a concern for the automaton, but he couldn't help but worry for his human friends here in the tower), and he'd heard via the network that there were bizarre things attacking the tower itself. Not that he'd seen any of them. It seemed to just be rumors.
With all of this craziness, it was no wonder he found his way to the media room. Maybe he could find something to take his mind off of things.
He stepped into the room and found a television that wasn't in use, selecting a program at random.
It was a nature documentary. The film cut from shots of lion cubs rough-housing to zebras enjoying a watering hole (with bonus crocodiles) to a very much alive and not at all mechanical elephant trumpeting--
Errororor.
The Spine suddenly went rigid, photo-receptors glowing too brightly.
Catastrophic Systems Failure. Going offliiine.
As suddenly as they'd gone bright, they snapped off. His knees bent with a hiss of hydraulics and he slumped forward, head hanging and arms stiff at his sides.
Rebooting.
A burst of steam from between his lips and the vents in his cheeks. Hands twitched. He straightened up in a series of mechanically twitching movements.
Loading File Zero Zero One Dash One Eight Nine Seven.
Photo-receptors came back online an angry red. His right sleeve stretched and ripped as segmented metal plates lifted and moved aside, allowing the wicked looking spikes of his tesla coil discharger to extend. Electricity crackled and arced along it, throwing purple light, and a high-pitched whine emitted from somewhere in the back of his throat. Was something... charging up?