Shemaru
You run in the opposite direction of Janis. You sprint until you cannot run any more, and only sneak a glance back when you are completely enshrouded in a bush.
For some reason, it seems Janis has not trailed you. You breathe a sigh of relief. That could have been a letal situation. Janis was going to kill you.
"But now what?" you think to yourself. You are all alone in the Shemaru Plane, and you have no food and only a sword to aid you.
This is bad.
You decide that your primary concern is now food. You go into an adjacent forest to look for food.
The inside of the forest seems unforgiving. Dark trees' branches sway ominously before you, and a raven screeches from an above branch. Nevertheless, you pervade deeper into the forest in search of food.
In the middle of the forest is a white tree. Obviously, as all of the other trees are black it stands out from the rest. You move closer.
You find a small white orb at the base of the tree. Unsure of what it is, you pick it up. It flashes brightly.
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You find yourself in the pod you were in before you left for the Shemaru Plane. You smile. The orb brought you home.
You rip the cords out from your body and press the eject button. Your eyes are met with a most peculiar scene.
All the members of your team are on their knees in front of a video camera. Each has a blindfold on his head, not covering the eyes. About six men in black hold guns pointed at your companions One of the men sees you.
"Ah, the last of our guests!" he greets you, grabbing your arm roughly. "Please, kneel down."
"What the hell is happening?" you demand.
The man smirks knowingly at you. "Ah, perhaps you haven't figured it out just yet. You're in the Shemaru Plane for one purpose: to gather all of you rich bastards together. We're going to execute you right here in front of the world, unless your President meets our demands. Now please, kneel down."
The man forces you to your knees and puts a blindfold on you. "And what are your demands?" you inquire.
"The equal distribution of wealth between the rich and poor," the man explains. "America is one country in particular who has a serious problem with this. You have trillionaires, and yet in 2005 you had people in New Orleans who couldn't feed or clothe themselves." He snorts. "Some country."
"You won't get that," you tell him. "The rich would rather have us all die than give away their money. My parents will give you everything they have. Ask them."
"Gotta be everyone!" the man grins. "Now they'll all see that we are not a group to be messed with." The man faces the camera.
"People of the United States. Today you will witness the power of the Asian Alliance, a radical branch who knows how to get what it wants. Today you see that the people you think are most infallible are just as mortal as the chicken you eat for dinner. America, it is time to give or time to die. Your President has five minutes."
You breath deeply. Five minutes. They're going to execute all of you in five minutes. There is no way the President will give in to these demands. And there is no way these people wouldn't kill you anyway. You need to think of something.
The next time one man comes around, making sure none of you are doing anything, you kick his legs out from underneath him. This sends him sprawling across the floor. In the ensuing madness you grab his gun, finding out that it is extremely heavy. You hoist it to waist-height.
Chaos overtakes the room. Your Shemaru Plane companions begin to fight the enemy. You blindly shoot into the crowd, hoping to kill your enemies.
The fight lasts only about twenty seconds. By the time its over, you smile. Only you and Stuart Ingorian have survived.
"Thank god," Stuart moans. "I'm still alive. We gotta get out of here."
You and Stuart depart from the room through an open door, leaving the heavy gun in the room. You go down a corridor until you find two guards patrolling the exit to the building.
You and Stuart hide behind a nearby wall. You think of going back to the room to get the gun, but chances are they'll find you. What do you do?
For some reason, it seems Janis has not trailed you. You breathe a sigh of relief. That could have been a letal situation. Janis was going to kill you.
"But now what?" you think to yourself. You are all alone in the Shemaru Plane, and you have no food and only a sword to aid you.
This is bad.
You decide that your primary concern is now food. You go into an adjacent forest to look for food.
The inside of the forest seems unforgiving. Dark trees' branches sway ominously before you, and a raven screeches from an above branch. Nevertheless, you pervade deeper into the forest in search of food.
In the middle of the forest is a white tree. Obviously, as all of the other trees are black it stands out from the rest. You move closer.
You find a small white orb at the base of the tree. Unsure of what it is, you pick it up. It flashes brightly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You find yourself in the pod you were in before you left for the Shemaru Plane. You smile. The orb brought you home.
You rip the cords out from your body and press the eject button. Your eyes are met with a most peculiar scene.
All the members of your team are on their knees in front of a video camera. Each has a blindfold on his head, not covering the eyes. About six men in black hold guns pointed at your companions One of the men sees you.
"Ah, the last of our guests!" he greets you, grabbing your arm roughly. "Please, kneel down."
"What the hell is happening?" you demand.
The man smirks knowingly at you. "Ah, perhaps you haven't figured it out just yet. You're in the Shemaru Plane for one purpose: to gather all of you rich bastards together. We're going to execute you right here in front of the world, unless your President meets our demands. Now please, kneel down."
The man forces you to your knees and puts a blindfold on you. "And what are your demands?" you inquire.
"The equal distribution of wealth between the rich and poor," the man explains. "America is one country in particular who has a serious problem with this. You have trillionaires, and yet in 2005 you had people in New Orleans who couldn't feed or clothe themselves." He snorts. "Some country."
"You won't get that," you tell him. "The rich would rather have us all die than give away their money. My parents will give you everything they have. Ask them."
"Gotta be everyone!" the man grins. "Now they'll all see that we are not a group to be messed with." The man faces the camera.
"People of the United States. Today you will witness the power of the Asian Alliance, a radical branch who knows how to get what it wants. Today you see that the people you think are most infallible are just as mortal as the chicken you eat for dinner. America, it is time to give or time to die. Your President has five minutes."
You breath deeply. Five minutes. They're going to execute all of you in five minutes. There is no way the President will give in to these demands. And there is no way these people wouldn't kill you anyway. You need to think of something.
The next time one man comes around, making sure none of you are doing anything, you kick his legs out from underneath him. This sends him sprawling across the floor. In the ensuing madness you grab his gun, finding out that it is extremely heavy. You hoist it to waist-height.
Chaos overtakes the room. Your Shemaru Plane companions begin to fight the enemy. You blindly shoot into the crowd, hoping to kill your enemies.
The fight lasts only about twenty seconds. By the time its over, you smile. Only you and Stuart Ingorian have survived.
"Thank god," Stuart moans. "I'm still alive. We gotta get out of here."
You and Stuart depart from the room through an open door, leaving the heavy gun in the room. You go down a corridor until you find two guards patrolling the exit to the building.
You and Stuart hide behind a nearby wall. You think of going back to the room to get the gun, but chances are they'll find you. What do you do?