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Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)04:37 No. 36807 ID: fc832e
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"-aaaaaaaargh! God damn it!" My head feels like it's had a nail driven into it. Like my head's broken in two and my body is breaking apart.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)04:39 No. 36808 ID: fc832e
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"Huff. Huff." It's starting to ebb away. My breathing's ragged and irregular, as if I've gone through something terribly exhausting, but the pain is fading now.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)04:47 No. 36809 ID: fc832e
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"Mmmm." I rub at my forehead, trying to drive away the remnants of that godawful headache. "What the hell was that?" The pain was so bad it drove me to my knees. That's pretty bad, though I almost feel like it's worse that I've just noticed now.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)05:12 No. 36812 ID: fc832e
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I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed. This would've been much worse if my coworkers had seen this. I should get up before I make a scene. "Weird though. Something seems off."

Who on earth are you?

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)05:52 No. 36817 ID: fc832e
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I get back on my feet, though I feel a mite dizzy. That was really bad. I might need to go to the first aid station and get checked out, it'd just be asking for trouble to keep working like this. Just standing, I've got this sensation of vertigo. I just feel like something's off.

Who am I? What an odd thing to think. Ahah. That's funny, why would I think something like that. That's easy. I'm ---. My mind grinds to a halt. I'm ---. I live on 323 Lindwood Drive in Coltenburg. I'm ---. I'm 27, single, and work for AllFab as a mechanic. I'm ---.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)05:59 No. 36820 ID: fc832e
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Something is very wrong.

I'm ---. I'm a marionette.
I'm ---. I'm established, I have a history, I have a home, a life, a name.
I'm ---. I live next to the Moore family and that teenage couple. The teens moved out of their parents house too quickly, they're too young and stupid, their relationship is falling apart as they're attacked by financial problems and the reality of the world. The Moore family is a family of four, a father, a wife, two daughters. They're a happy family, and every summer they go to their summer home in Michigan.
I'm ---. I know all of this because I know who I am, what I do, where I come from. It's only natural for me to know this because I'm ---.

So why the hell can't I remember my name?

Something is very wrong.

>>36820
Do you have any identification on you?
Can you remember the names of any coworkers?
Can you remember the name of anyone that shares your last name?

>>36820
If that is armor thou wear, thou art no marionette, but a brother of battle.

Cease thy insane speech and acquire thy sword behind thee.

Quickly, good sir knight, for there be dragons to silence with yon blade.

For thou art the Immortal Dragonkiller.

Thou art Siegfried.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)06:51 No. 36825 ID: fc832e
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Maybe I should sit down. I feel... I don't feel sick, but I feel damned unpleasant. It's weird. But I'm most certainly a marionette. I do have my wallet on me though. In it is my driver's license, which most certainly has my identification. It says-

I can't read it. It's all gobbledeygook. Scribbles, illegible script, runes and markings. This is my damned ID! It's in plain English, I know it is! My name is ---, it says so right there!

Damn it, what if I had a seizure? That kind of thing affects memories, right? Okay, let's do some more mental work. My coworkers, yeah, of course I know their names. There's Jeff and Bill in utilities, they come from off-site, they're paid by the company to check, well, our utilities. There's Monroe and Alfred, they're good guys, I work with them in mechanics. There's Manuel, the foreign guy, he's got a thick accent but he means well. There's Kate, the cute blond on the line I've been meaning to ask out next time I meet in the break room, and there's Bill from accounting, who I've honestly only remembered because he fits that old line. Y'know, get Bill from accounting.

Then there's my family. My mother's name is Rita Graham. My father's name is Nathaniel Graham. I'm not married, so Graham has to be my last name, right? Yeah, okay, Graham is my last name. Good.

>That's not his name~

No, that's not right. It feels weird. Looking at this picture. I know it's me. It's definitely me. But at the same time, I feel like I'm looking at somebody else. And Graham just doesn't sit with me.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)06:56 No. 36826 ID: fc832e
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But there really is a sword here, isn't there? That's crazy. Who would have brought a sword into work? Hell, how'd that get past security? Maybe it's just some kid's prop, something they made and their dad brought in to show to his coworkers. That sounds reasonable. Yeah.

But before I know it, I've gone and unsheathed it. I've picked it up and drawn steel from it's leather sheath. It is most definitely not a fake. It's about as long as my arm, but terribly thick. I don't know much about swords, but this seems unwieldy. Oddly enough, I feel confident holding it.

I should turn this to security. Or I should leave this here, it's obviously not mine. But holding it, I remember something. My name, that's right. It's Siegfried. It's an old name, I usually don't get people to call me it since it's a bit archaic, but I'm secretly very proud of it. It sounds strong, dignified. I can thank my family for that kind of name. And this sword feels a bit welcome. It's got an adjustable strap so one can put it around their waist and tighten it securely. I could probably move around with this at full run without fear of losing it. It's a well made prop, although it's keen edge is oddly real.

Siegfried. 2009/09/01(Tue)08:09 No. 36832 ID: fc832e
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I take a seat and grab a cup from the water cooler. I splash a little on my face. I'm feeling so damned out of it, the day just started.

It's weird. We really need a clock in the break room. It's damned inconvenient like this. It looks like I left my toolbox and radio back in maintenance, which isn't too terrible, although I'm supposed to have my radio with me at all times.

I think I know what's making me feel so off balance. The break room looks weird. Barring the fact I can't read anything, and I'm sure that'll pass with time, there are a few things that are out of place. The sword, of course. There's a backpack in the middle of the room with some paper sticking out of it. And the table looks like it was shifted. It left an ugly scratch on the ground. I feel like there's a time lapse, like I'm missing a couple minutes of memory between entering here and now.

Another minute or two, then I'll figure out what I should do.

>it's keen edge is oddly real.
Fun fact: Most real sword weren't really sharpened much. They were intended to have the weight to go through armor, and hacking like that with an overly sharp blade would chip it. Also, the blades wanted to be dull enough to hod, so you could use the blade as a handle and the crossguard as a hammer or hook.

>>36832
Examine the backpack, figure out what the papers are. See if you can determine any reason why the table may have been moved.

Siegfried. 2009/09/01(Tue)09:15 No. 36845 ID: fc832e
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I get up and take a look inside the backpack. Looks like I was wrong, there was just the one piece of paper sticking out with some flowery handwriting.

It's an odd message. Although I think I'm put off by the fact that I can actually read it more than anything else. I double check to see if my English comprehension has returned, but my Driver's License is still in runes.

Besides the note, there's a wood chisel and a hammer, as well as some other wood working tools. It's a roomy backpack, you could fit a lot in here.

I'm not sure why the table moved though.

>>36845
Look at the ceiling, and the floor around the table.

And, you say that you remember everything, save your name, and that you can read everything (so far) except for the one piece of writing with your name on it. Almost as if you're not supposed to know your name.

In any case, whatever happened obviously was not a seizure, and was probably not an accident. I suggest you keep on guard, though try not to act too strangely in case a coworker show up.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)05:23 No. 37242 ID: fc832e
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Right, I shouldn't make a scene. I drag the table back into place. It shouldn't have made those marks though, not from just being moved. It practically gouged the floor.

But I definitely can't read everything. The papers on the bulletin board have been rewritten in those bizarre runes. I can't make out a word of it, but I certainly remember that they were in English previously. Same with the motivational poster on the wall, even the vending machine. I can't even make out the numbers. The only thing I've been able to read was that note in the backpack.

The floor's not very suspicious, minus the gouges the table put into it. I have no idea what could have done that. As for the ceiling...

Siegfried. 2009/09/02(Wed)05:29 No. 37243 ID: fc832e
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That I can tell you all about. I worked on the break room ventilation systems a couple weeks back due to some rather minor issues. It's unimportant. We've got the elbow to Exhaust Vent 13, as well as a a fan that leads to the same vent. There's a pair of fans inside the vent itself the prevent the smoke from Vent 13 flowing into the room. Then there's the Vent 32, which simply draws air from outside to here. Between the two, there's a steady flow of fresh air coming into the room. It won't stop you from dying of suffocation from smoke in the case of a fire, though. I think that's enough about our ventilation though, I don't need to remind myself of that.

There are also a few lights. They're fluorescent lamps, I think.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)05:49 No. 37245 ID: fc832e
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I think that's everything. I take a step back and take in the scene. I can't help but feel that something's off here. I want to believe that this was some common, yet unfortunate incident, but I'm on edge for some reason.

That sword's edge makes me nervous, but something about it's sharpness itself tells me it was made by an amateur. Which is odd, I always considered myself in that category, I don't know anything about swords. Strange.

Regardless, I take a mental inventory of the Break Room. It's a little odd that I'm alone. The lower management staff, B1 contractors, utility and maintenance guys all use this room. I know it's early morning, but it's still strange. I'll thank that luck all the same though.

I should probably get going, my break ends at 4.

>>37245
Look for repeating words on the bulletin board, repeating names and prices on the vending machine, try to figure out if you're seeing entirely random runes or if there's structure to them.

If they're not random or changing, try to remember the original text of anything in this room. The label on the door, long-standing bulletins, labels on things in the vending machine. Are these runes 1:1 replacing English letters, or are you seeing an entirely different language?

Peek into the hall, does it look normal? And what's in the backpack?

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)07:26 No. 37254 ID: fc832e
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I take a moment to look at the runes. I think I can see some repetition, so I might be able to recognize them if given time. Hopefully this will pass soon, though. I'm familiar enough with the environment to remember what most of these said anyway. I'll try to remember what I can, although if this keeps up I'll look into these runes further.

The backpack has the same contents are before, the thank-you note, the wood chisel, the hammer, some varnish, rags, and fine string. Wood working tools, although I think they're tending towards a specific purpose.

I look out into the hallway.

>>37254
Explore the base further? That door on your left seems to have a lot of arrows pointing towards it. See what's there.

>>37254
At least you know you can still can still understand spoken... well we'll just put that on the hopes list.
Put the sword awkwardly into the backpack and carry it in your arms back to work.
You said your break ends at 4? Looks like you're a bit late...

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)09:47 No. 37283 ID: fc832e
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Looks like I'm more than a little late. Shit, shit, shit. How the hell did an hour pass? Did I get knocked out in there or something? I don't think I can get blow this off. I'm going to catch some hell for this.

But those lines aren't to my left. They're to my right. Behind me is the break room, to my left and right are sub processing areas and ahead of me is a T-Intersection. The arrows direct traffic towards the shipping bay. I don't have a particular need to go to shipping, I need to get to maintenance ASAP if I want to try and make this manageable. Ahead of me are the low offices, where the subterranean management and low manages reside when they're not on the lines. Taking a left will lead to maintenance, it's about a minute and a half walk there.

Ahead of me is someone who just came out of management. It's Lou, a maintenance guy, like me. He notices me and waves, then starts walking towards me.

Out here I can notice the low hum of the machinery in the building. It's shocking how quiet it can be in that room.

But I've got bigger worries. It's weird, I get the sudden notion I need to go back and get the backpack and sword. Maybe I should take a moment and get them. But what would I need them for? I can't help shaking this feeling though...

>>37283
Listen to your intuitions. Without even your own identity, they are all you have.

>>37283
Say hey. if he starts talking to you, proceed. Otherwise, let's head back for the gear.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)10:40 No. 37290 ID: fc832e
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Lou says something. Something. I'm not sure what. Nausea fills me at that sudden revelation, that I can't even comprehend my native tongue anymore. But I'm sure this will pass, surely, just another minute or so.

I should go back and get those things. But I'll probably seem a bit off if I just go and get them now. I could wave him off, then dart back inside and get the things, but if he follows after me then I'm still carrying someone else's things, not to mention a weapon.

Lou nears closer and something like concern crosses his face. (But he is a mannequin, like me. He has no face. So then-) He says something else that I don't understand.

He's moving towards me faster now. I take a step back. I don't even know what I'm doing. I feel uneasy all of a sudden. It's this unnatural scene, I'm sure. I try to mumble off a greeting, but the words won't even come to my lips. I just wave hesitantly as Lou moves closer.

>>37290
Well, you're pretty solidly insane then. You may have to resort to violence.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)11:32 No. 37302 ID: fc832e
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That's right. If something threatens you, it's only natural that respond appropriately. The human body (I'm a mannequin) responds in this kind of situation. My instincts are to be trusted. This is obviously a dangerous situation.

I stride forward with purpose as the muscles tense up in my body. If the enemy is in front of me, then all I have to do is remove them.

Lou seems to have noticed something. He speaks in that language I don't understand, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. I take another stride forward as I rear back prepare to-

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)11:34 No. 37303 ID: fc832e
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Wait, wait, what the fuck am I doing? I'm not crazy. Who in their right mind goes and does something like that. For God's sake, that's Lou. I've known the bastard for the past 3 years.

I was about to do something really unfortunate. I should go home, or to first aid, or something, there's obviously something wrong with me.

Then I hear a crack.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)11:42 No. 37307 ID: fc832e
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Lou's bent over at an awful angle. (But I didn't touch him!) I don't know what happened, one second he was fine, the next he was doubled over like that. He's just dangling there, bent over in that ugly position.

>>37307
Well hopefully you didn't do some kind of mental attack, but with your luck today I'm not counting it out.
I think you're going to want that sword for safety. Is Lou.. dead?

(that last jpg is horrible, you should really use png)

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)12:41 No. 37332 ID: fc832e
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Thoughts of retrieving the sword dart in my mind. Yet I find myself distracted by the figure before me. Sounds are coming from Lou's body. Not words, but sounds I'm having trouble placing. But they are ugly and hideous sounds.

Blood starts to seep out of Lou. There's really no rhyme or reason to it, it seems. Gashes rip themselves open on his helpless form. I'm completely aghast. I watch in helpless horror as something awful happens before me.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)12:42 No. 37333 ID: fc832e
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Something very bad is happening to Lou. His body is splitting apart, revealing something hideously inhuman. I have to go. I have to run. This isn't something I need bear witness to, but I find myself held in place.

Siegfried 2009/09/02(Wed)12:46 No. 37334 ID: fc832e
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Those awful sounds continue, but now they are joined by a hideous shriek coming from that ghastly maw. The form is too awful for me to consider. This monstrous thing does not belong. It doesn't belong, it doesn't belong.

I can't stay here and watch this and stay sane. How I've managed to hold here this long is nothing short of miraculous.

The sword. All my hesitations flee at once. I can't be held back by common inhibitions when I'm confronted with something so insane. I flee back into the break room as that hideous thing continues it's awful screach.

>>37334
SHIIIIIT

>>37334
Run like fuck; retrieve sword.

If it follows you, attempt to sever those string-like things protruding from it. Those look important and fragile, a good combination when considering an enemy.