no_ufo_ending | Room 006 [Action/ Video]

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[It's evening and the world is sun is sinking. Somewhere along Route 30, there is a rattled looking youth crouching in a ditch. He's got a frybasket in one hand and a poke'gear in the other. What's got him so interested is the culvert passing under the path. It's big, rusty, and full of standing water. And round. It looks like a hole. Henry is a man who knows all about holes.]

Oh, man...

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[BEHOLD, JOHTO...a ditch. There's a Rattata snuffling around the far end of it with a candy bar wrapper in its teeth. The fry basket comes into view to point out the culvert. As if you didn't know what you were looking at.]

I found a hole. I'm going to tape this in case I disappear.

[He sounds more motivated about this than anything else he's spoken about so far besides beating colorful magic animals senseless with blunt objects. He puts the 'gear in his shirt pocket and starts crawling through the muck LIKE A BOSS. We see Henry's hands and occasionally his knees as he makes his way over broken sticks and trash.]

[Suddenly, an eerie sound enters the culvert.]

HOOT-HOO-HOOOOT

[BLAIRE WITCH SHAKEY TIME AWH YEAH. Henry hauls ass out of the culvert, faceplants, and manages to turn around to give his little camera a grainy, split-second look at this--

((Photo borrowed from http://www.modularconstructioninc.com/ and edited for RP purposes by me.))

-- before the feed abruptly ends.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[A noncommital shrug is Henry's answer.]

Well, it's still us, right? It's not like it's just our consciousnesses, or like we're playing the game on a GameBox. No, it's a real world that seems t'be the game. So I figure if we die, we're dead.

[A long pause and then a serious look.]

All the more reason to not randomly stick your head in every sewer pipe you see, dude.

_{[Some thoughtful squinting going on over here in Townshend Land. This wasn't like the weird Otherworlds at all. Instead of dying here and dying in your bed....you just. Died. And probably got eaten by purple rats.]}

I see what you mean...

_{[A thought finally comes to him, several moments after the topic has passed.]}

What are you doing out here?

I was on my way OUT of this crappy town, man. Ever since I got to Cherrygrove it's been one ridiculous disaster after another, at least if I leave I can make progress. Too many trees around for me to use my ride, though.

I guess I was too. Or trying...but there aren't any weird holes here after all.

_{[ 8C WHAT DO, NOW?]}

[I HAS IDEA!]

Well, we could always stick together. It's apparently even farther from Cherrygrove to the next town than it was to get to Cherrygrove, so if nothing else, sticking near each other means that if that freaky stalker-owl is really stalking you, I could help you chase it off.

And, heh, who knows. Maybe your idea that it's some weird hole that gets us out of here will pay off.

_{[Henry gives Mordecai one of his blank stares as the wheels in his head start turning.

Mordecai seemed pretty cool. He knew all about blunt weaponry. Plus he hadn't tried to kill him yet, didn't have a broken arm, and seemed to know a lot more about this place than he did.

Right before said blank stare stretches into awkwaaaaard territory, the photographer pipes up.]

Okay!

_{[You even get a smile, Mordecai!]}}

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