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darks-ink · 4 years

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Parasite

Prompt: Plasmius is an evil ghost that has possessed Vlad since his accident. Vlad fights back as much as he can – silently apologizing to overshadowed businessmen while they share a mind, diverting malicious attention away from Jack and Maddie, and holding back against Danny long enough for him to learn Plasmius’ weaknesses – but he won’t be able to on much longer Prompt by: @sapphireswimming Word count: 4,056 Genre: Angst with happy ending

Content warning: possession, loss of control, powerlessness, self-sacrifice, dark themes

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Plasmius, Vlad was sure, was the world’s punishment for any and all bad thoughts he had ever had. It was the harshest wake-up call imaginable… and unimaginable. Because, honestly, who could ever believe such a thing?

With the power of hindsight, Vlad had come to know, and acknowledge, that he’d been an awful human being. In college, he had constantly shunned Jack’s kindness, every attempt at friendship despite Vlad’s prickly responses. And Maddie… Oh, Maddie. He had refused to accept her interest in Jack, sure that he just had to convince her that Vlad was the better choice.

He’d been toxic, from top to bottom. That, Vlad was sure of.

It was not all that surprising, then, that this flaw of personality drew in equally toxic ghosts. Or, one ghost, specifically. A type of spectral parasite, which latched onto Vlad during the accident with the Proto Portal.

Vlad had not been in a good place, back then. He’d been in pain, horribly mutilated. Had been going through an experience no one else knew of, could sympathize or help with.

And all of that had been so much, that Vlad honestly hadn’t even realize that part of it wasn’t his newfound part ghost nature. Part of it had been a parasite, possessing him.

It had started slow. Had whispered bad thoughts into Vlad’s ear, its core pressed against Vlad’s until they were impossible to tell apart.

Had they ever truly been separate? Vlad didn’t know. Maybe not. Maybe he had only ever become half-ghost because a full ghost had possessed him.

Because that was what this was. Possession. Most people think that there is no difference between overshadowing and possession, but there is. It was just that most ghosts wouldn’t lower themselves to possession. There was no point to it, really, for most ghosts. It would allow them a foothold in the human world, yes, but it came with severe weakening. With a constant struggle to overpower the human they mingled with.

Plasmius had gotten lucky. He’d gotten his claws on Vlad just when he’d been sick, and weak, and ecto-contaminated.

And Plasmius had dug his talons in until Vlad couldn’t throw the ghost off anymore. Plasmius had integrated himself so neatly into Vlad’s very anatomy that removing him would surely kill the both of them.

The ghost had waited until Vlad was at his weakest, most inclined to listen to the venomous thoughts in his head, and then lunged. Had hard-handedly torn the steering wheel out of Vlad’s hands, pushing him into the crevices of his own mind, his own body.

At first, Vlad had let him. Plasmius wasn’t held back by any of Vlad’s weakness, his sickness, his lack of control. Plasmius wielded their ghost powers like an expert—because he was, really, an expert. Plasmius settled the ectoplasm and the flesh into their right forms, into a perfect mixture of the two, until their body was no longer wracked by sickness.

Plasmius dreamt of the things that Vlad wanted. Of getting riches, of getting revenge on those who hurt them, of getting the love they deserve.

Sometimes, Vlad wondered if he had influenced Plasmius right back. If he had carved the ghost’s mind into the same patterns as his own. Most times, however, he decided it didn’t matter. They had long surpassed the part where Vlad could influence Plasmius.

Freed from the hold of the hospital, of their sickness and weakness, Vlad had rejoiced. With Plasmius’ help, even his skin cleared up, scars fading away like nothing had ever even happened.

He’d asked, foolishly, what he could do for Plasmius to repay him for services rendered.

And Plasmius had laughed, in their shared mind space. Had cackled, sharp and vicious and unkind in every way.

“You won’t do anything, anymore,” Plasmius had told him. And after that, Vlad couldn’t remember anything.

The memories got muddled, then. Plasmius had torn control away from Vlad entirely. The only things he knew was what the ghost had accidentally slipped through into their shared space.

It was something about the way the ghost was constructed, Vlad thought. He could have his thoughts to his own, and speak to Plasmius only when he wanted to, but the ghost could not. All of Plasmius’ thoughts were direct, and easy to read.

They were the only thing Vlad knew, most of the time. He had no input from his body, from their shared body. Nothing from outside. Nothing but Plasmius’ thoughts.

So, over the years, Vlad had had a lot of time to think, and to reflect. To realize his many mistakes. To vow to do better.

Occasionally, Vlad was joined in the mind space by another mind. The first time it had startled him, but he knew what had caused it. Plasmius desired money, because money was power in the human world. But Plasmius was no businessman, had no financial smarts.

Instead, the ghost used the thing he did know: his ghostly abilities. Plasmius overshadowed businessman after businessman, forcing them to give their possessions, their riches and businesses, to Vlad. Or, more accurately, to Plasmius in Vlad’s body.

And, every time Plasmius overshadowed someone, the poor soul would gain temporary access to their mind space.

At first, Vlad apologized to every person Plasmius overshadowed. The businessmen, especially, he silently apologized to. Silently, because he didn’t want to draw Plasmius’ anger, his ire. The ghost probably couldn’t do him any harm, but the same could not be said of the people he overshadowed.

Later on, after Vlad realized what Plasmius was planning for their future, he started asking people to stop them. To stop him. He apologized first, of course, but then pressed on to point fingers at Plasmius. Begged people to please, please, inform authorities of Vlad Masters, dangerous half-ghost.

Plasmius had to be stopped, even if that came as the cost of Vlad’s life.

Nothing ever came of it. He didn’t know why. Didn’t know what to change so he could just convince someone.

Vlad Masters became a rich man. The proud owner of a Wisconsin mansion, decked out liberally in green and gold and Packers memorabilia. Plasmius, apparently, had decided that the Packers were an interest they shared.

Plasmius’ eyes started wandering back to the rest of his list of goals. Of acquiring Maddie’s love, of doing away with Jack.

And Vlad… Vlad thought back of all the scared businessmen that Plasmius had hurt. Of Maddie’s lovely smiles, and of Jack’s overly jubilant attempts at friendship.

He steered Plasmius away. To the best of his abilities, of course. He threw up distractions, made suggestions for Plasmius to pursue.

Two decades, he made it last. Two decades of holding off Plasmius, before the ghost finally decided it was time to chase down Jack and Maddie.

Twenty years was a long life, Vlad had consoled himself. And he peeked in on Plasmius’ vicious plans, and suggested, meekly, a college reunion.

The invites were sent out in Vlad’s name, of course. Two of them went to a little town by the name of Amity Park, addressed to Jack and Maddie Fenton. Plasmius had been beyond anger, but Vlad…

Vlad was glad. He was happy that those two had found support and love in each other. That they hadn’t been driven apart by his own accident.

Plasmius was still gunning for Jack, Vlad knew. Was sending all matter of ghosts after the man, yet none of them had succeeded. The few that dared to return to the mansion explained that another ghost had stopped them.

This, Vlad realized, was driving Plasmius crazy. The ghost decided, apparently, that he would just do the job himself.

See, Vlad had steered Plasmius towards a college reunion in the hopes that the ghost wouldn’t be crazy enough to murder Jack Fenton with so many witnesses. Now, he had started to worry that that might not be the case.

He had still been busy wondering if Jack and Maddie had held onto their interest in ghost hunting when Plasmius got agitated all over again. The ghost that had thwarted Plasmius’ attempts at killing Jack in Amity had come along.

Danny Phantom. The half-ghost son of Jack and Maddie Fenton.

Plasmius had tacked another goal onto his to-do list. To kill Jack, to acquire Maddie’s love, and to destroy Danny.

“Why not recruit him?” Vlad had asked, foolishly. “Isn’t he like us/you?”

This, apparently, had been the wrong thing to say. Plasmius had gotten even more agitated.

As it turned out, little Danny Fenton-Phantom was an actual half-ghost. They were a thing of legend, something that no one thought could exist. Plasmius had designed their shared body with this in mind. No one would be able to tell that Vlad was possessed, because they would be unaware of what was normal for a half-ghost like them.

Danny, however, would know. Or would lead others to know.

So the boy had to be destroyed, lest anyone else figure out what was wrong with Vlad.

And Vlad had looked at this teenager, this boy barely fourteen years old, and prayed for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

He had started pushing. Prodding Plasmius into lashing out, into making more and more vicious plans, in revealing his hand. And, simultaneously, in coaxing Danny to find their weaknesses. Steering the boy into knowing what Plasmius could do, and how to take him down.

Danny had to know that Vlad Masters—Vlad Plasmius, apparently—was trying to kill him. All Vlad needed for him was to get too fed up, go too far.

To end it. Before Plasmius could do worse.

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Plasmius had another plan to take out Danny. Daniel, the ghost insisted on calling him. Plasmius had never been very good at respecting other people’s desires.

Vlad no longer wondered where that came from, either.

But his strength was waning. His ability to influence Plasmius lessened and lessened.

Which is why they were in the Fentons’ lab, now. They were fighting, Vlad thought, but he had no way to really know. Plasmius had locked him out of his own body twenty years ago, and had never let up.

So when Vlad suddenly thudded against a hard floor, cold against his bare hands, staring up at a blue face with blank red eyes and fangs, well.

He might’ve screamed.

A bolt of green knocked the ghost away from him, and it—he, something in Vlad’s mind told him this was Plasmius—snarled.

“Oh no you don’t!” a youthful voice yelled. Vlad didn’t look at the source, too busy taking in the ghost that had inhabited his body for all those years.

Pallid blue skin, only visible on the face and part of the neck. The eyes were entirely red, with no way to distinguish sclera from iris from pupil. Black hair, swept strangely in the shape of horns, and a matching black goatee. Pointed ears, and overlong fangs, which the ghost bared at either Vlad or whoever had yelled.

The clothing was a strange mix of vampire-like and lab clothes. Mostly white, the shirt tunic-like but with a tight shiny collar and gloves. A big cape, though, flaring out and red on the inside.

Plasmius snarled again, and Vlad could see, now, that his fingers were sharp like claws.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you,” the voice behind Vlad decided, and another bolt of green blasted against Plasmius.

Naturally, this only riled the ghost up more. He pushed himself up, lunging forward at Vlad.

A blue vortex caught him before he made it all the way, and the ghost was sucked up. Vlad followed the stream, repressing his surprise at the fact that his body let him, and saw…

Well, it must be Danny Fenton-Phantom. Just a boy, dressed in a black jumpsuit that reminded Vlad of the ones Jack always liked so much. Messy hair, an unnatural white, and glowing green eyes.

“Seriously, Vlad, what’s wrong with this guy?” Danny asked him, shaking the device that Plasmius had been sucked into. “I thought that taking you through the Ghost Catcher would help me understand you better, but this just made me more confused.”

Vlad blinked at him. “The… huh?”

“The Ghost Catcher,” Danny repeated, like that was the only part that could’ve confused Vlad. He gestured next to him, at a giant dreamcatcher-like invention. Its net glowed an eerie ectoplasmic green.

Yeah, that looked like something Jack might put together.

“What did… How did…?”

“You are seriously out of it,” Danny commented, frowning at him. “Your ghost half was all snarly, so I figured you were the smart half, but now I’m starting to doubt that.”

Danny had separated them, somehow. For twenty years, Vlad had thought that that would be impossible. From the moment Plasmius rewrote his body to be half human and half ghost, he thought it would’ve killed them both.

“How?” he asked again. He had to know. Could they destroy Plasmius, did he have the time—the strength—to do it himself?

“The Ghost Catcher.” Danny shook his head, watched as Vlad pushed himself into a sitting position. “It takes all the ectoplasm out of your system. When I went through it I got two distinct personalities, so I figured I would try it with you, but…”

Danny trailed off, then shrugged. “You’re not as mean as before, though, so I guess your feral half took that.”

“It was always his to begin with,” Vlad scoffed. He tried standing up, but wobbled precariously. Danny caught him by the arm before he fell, though.

“Well, yeah, I guess most of your anger came from the accident that made you a half-ghost, but—”

“No,” Vlad interrupted him. “The accident didn’t make me half-ghost. He did.”

Danny rolled his eyes, dropping Vlad’s arm. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You always blame my dad for it.”

“That’s not what I was saying at all.” Vlad shook his head, but let his eyes wander back to the… what did Danny call it? The Ghost Catcher? “The accident with the Proto Portal didn’t make me half-ghost either. Not directly, at least. I’ve got myself to blame at least as much as your parents.”

“Oh, uh.” Danny blinked at him, apparently surprised at the admission. “I mean, I guess that the Portal gave you Ecto Acne, and then that made you—”

“Plasmius made me half-ghost.” Vlad tore his eyes off of the miraculous invention, back towards Danny. Back towards the device in his hand that held Plasmius. “We need to destroy him, before he gets out.”

“Woah, woah.” Danny held up his hands. “That’s a little extreme, isn’t it? I mean, my two halves didn’t like each other that much either, but—”

“You don’t get it, Danny!” Vlad snapped. His heart thumped in his chest, blood roaring through his ears. Sensations he’d missed for twenty years while Plasmius paraded his body around. “You’re a real half-ghost. I never was. I was human, and Plasmius was the ghost who possessed me. Why do you think he wanted you gone so badly?”

The boy stared at him, so still that Vlad wondered if he still had to breathe in his ghost form.

“You… called me Danny,” he finally said, quietly.

Vlad resisted the urge to throw his hands in the air. “Yes,” he snapped, then stamped down his anger as well. He could be angry later, when Plasmius was gone for good.

“Yes,” he repeated, more calmly. “I’ve been referring to you as Danny the whole time, since you’ve said that that was your name. I… I have had a lot of time to think. To realize the mistakes I’ve made in my life.” To repent, he thought, but didn’t say. To realize that he’d been so terrible that no one saw the difference between him and Plasmius.

“I… I don’t know if you can live without your ghost half,” Danny said, eventually, reluctantly. “If you’ve been half-ghost for twenty years, like Plasmius always said…”

“I don’t care. If I die… so be it.” Vlad ran a hand through his hair, startled to find it tied back into a ponytail. At least Plasmius had kept their hair long, he supposed. “He has been puppeteering my body for twenty years, Danny. The only things I knew for twenty years were his thoughts, and his thoughts only. I had no control, could only make suggestions, and he’s been getting harder and harder to influence as time moved on.”

“That’s why he always held back.” Danny’s eyes grew wide. “I wondered about that. Why you—he, whatever—never used the full power of twenty years of experience. You held him back.”

Vlad nodded. “I wanted you to figure out his weaknesses. To grow strong enough to… to put an end to it.”

“You wanted me to kill you. Both of you,” Danny realized, his voice dropping.

“It would’ve been a bad thing to put on you,” Vlad agreed. “But the alternative would’ve been worse. Plasmius… he couldn’t be stopped. For twenty years, I derailed him into focusing on wealth, on acquiring power, but he finally set himself on his original goals. He would’ve killed Jack, would’ve found a way, no matter how despicable, to make Maddie his own. When he found you, a real half-ghost, he added your destruction to your list. And once he had achieved all those goals?” Vlad scoffed. “It would’ve been awful. Plasmius has no compassion, no caring.”

“So you wanted me to kill you? To put blood on the hands of a fourteen year old?”

“Better to hurt one teenager than to kill dozens. Or more, perhaps.” Vlad shook his head. “Even if it was the wrong thing to do, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve found a solution to split him off without shedding any blood. Now we just need to destroy him, permanently.”

Danny’s hands tightened around the tube-like device. “I— I can’t. I’m not gonna kill some ghost just based on— I can’t just kill some ghost.”

“Then give me some kind of invention from your parents and I’ll do it myself.” Vlad drew back his shoulders. “He needs to be gone, Danny. I’ve lost twenty years of my life to him. He has hurt countless people, and would hurt far more. Will hurt many more, if you let him out.”

The boy shook his head. “I can’t let that happen. He can stay in the Thermos.”

“Sooner or later he’ll break out of that,” Vlad insisted. He couldn’t… couldn’t risk that. Never again. “Or someone will release him.”

“I’ll bury it.” Danny met Vlad’s gaze. Stubborn to no end. Not very surprising, Vlad supposed, knowing the boy’s parents. Both Jack and Maddie were not known for giving up.

“It’ll get dug up.” Vlad stared at Danny, tried to will him into understanding. “Danny. I know you don’t like this. It’s a cruel thing to ask of a boy your age. To ask of anyone, really. Give me the… the Thermos, and your parents and I can take care of it. They’re still ghost hunters, aren’t they?”

“I…” He bit his lip, looking down at the Thermos in his hands. “I… I don’t think that that’s a good idea. They think that all ghosts are like that. This will just be— be proof that I don’t want them to have. They’ll think that all half-ghosts are like that.”

“That I’m like that” went unsaid, but Vlad heard it anyway.

“They don’t have to know that Plasmius possessed me all this time,” Vlad insisted. He needed the ghost destroyed. It had to happen, no matter what. “I just need him gone, Danny. I need to know that he will never hurt anyone ever again.”

“I just… I can’t let that happen.” Danny shook his head, slowly moving his arm until the Thermos clipped onto his belt. “He’ll add to my parents’ proof of how bad ghosts are, and even if I let you three deal with him… What’s stopping him from just possessing you again? Or one of my parents?”

Danny shook his head again, the movement sharper, jerkier. “I… I’ve dealt with bad ghosts like him before. That one, I left locked in a Thermos at Clockwork’s tower. I’ll do that with Plasmius too.”

“In the Ghost Zone?” It was not ideal, but… the Thermos would not decay in the Zone, and no ghost would be crazy enough to mess with such a device. And even if Plasmius broke out, it would take forever for him to get back.

“Yeah. Is that a good compromise?”

Vlad nodded, reluctantly. “As good as we’ll get, I think.” He paused, looking around the lab. “Excuse me for asking another thing of you, Danny, but… I’m afraid that I have no explanation for your parents as to why I’m in their lab.”

“Right, yeah.” He shot Vlad a suspicious look. “This isn’t a plot to steal the Thermos from me, is it?”

“I promise to you, it is not.” He placed a hand against his chest and realized, belatedly, that he was wearing a suit. Since when did he wear suits? What was Plasmius thinking? “Bind my hands if you must.”

“Alright, no need to go so far.” Danny rolled his eyes, walking closer to Vlad. “If I get you to the street, will you manage from there?”

Vlad patted his pocket, feeling a hard shape. He took it out to reveal…

“You have a phone, good.” Danny nodded. “You can call for a cab and take your private plane back to Wisconsin, or however you got here. How did you get here?”

“Bold of you to presume I know.” Vlad sighed, placing the phone back into his pocket. “I might just… take a walk, first. It has been a long time since I could.”

Danny threw him a heavy look. “Yeah. Of course. I won’t stop you.”

“And I…” Vlad paused. “I would like to reacquaint myself with your parents. I know that, between my behavior in my youth, and Plasmius’ behavior in more recent times, I don’t deserve that, but… I have learned my lesson a long time ago.”

This, Danny needed time to process. “You’re… not after my mom anymore?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Vlad assured him. “When Plasmius sent out the invites, I caught wind of their marriage. I was… very glad. It was wrong of me to ever continue to pursue Maddie, when she clearly had no interest in me.”

“Then you’re welcome back, I guess.” Danny reached for him, and Vlad let him. Let the boy wrap his cool hands around Vlad’s arms. “I’ll let Jazz know not to get too harsh on you, but I can’t do anything for my mom.”

“Ah. Yes, a Maddie scorned is a Maddie to fear.” Vlad nodded understandingly. “Jack… Jack, I am sorry to say, I never appreciated as I should’ve. I would be glad to accept his offer of friendship this time around.”

Danny lifted him with ease, like gravity suddenly stopped having an effect on Vlad. “Yes, I… I am sure that Dad would love that. And if you try, Mom will see that, too. It’ll be…”

“I’ll do my best,” Vlad promised, after Danny had remained silent.

The boy nodded, then lifted up further. Phased them straight through the ceiling, which led them into the upstairs living room, and then through the wall. Carried Vlad a little further, until they were out of sight from the house.

“I’ll let you wander around first, then.” Danny put him down, surprisingly gently. “Come by whenever you’re ready, Vladdie.”

Vlad smiled back at Danny, feeling something warm and hopeful bloom in his chest. “I will, my boy. And… thank you. For your help with all this. For allowing me to finally be my own person, away from Plasmius. I didn’t— didn’t think it would ever happen.”

“Glad to be of service, then.” Danny bowed, deep, but rose with a smile on his face. “I’ll get this Thermos hidden away somewhere where no one will find it for the next eternity. Have a nice day, Vlad!”

“Yes, you too, Danny Phantom.” Vlad felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. Danny waved, then promptly disappeared from sight.

Vlad waited for another moment. Felt the mild wind breeze past him, tug on his long hair and his suit jacket.

It was good to be alive.

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Adrift among the Stars

Hi guys Rays gave us Lambda and main graces ending so I wrote self-indulgent Sophie and Lambda interactions because I am desperate for content of any kind

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The night air was cold. A brisk breeze tousled his hair and brushed against his skin, and the sound of waves, crashing rhythmically against the beach, echoed in his ears. It was otherwise quiet, without a peep of life or sound. Up above, the half-moon hung low in the sky as it continued its crawling descent into the sea. And the stars, bright and beautiful, glistened down from above. Were his host to describe it, no doubt Asbel Lhant would have called it peaceful.

The word was as foreign to him as the rest of this world.

Lambda bit back a sigh. Deep in their shared mind, Asbel was cocooned by warm dreams and oblivious sleep. The boy didn't even realized that Lambda was awake; that he had been, for several days now. Asbel certainly didn't know that his every action and thought had been scrutinized by the monster he chose to share his body with. Didn't sense the unease that had sat with Lambda since he had woke, nor even stir when the creature took his body out into the night.

But though he had escaped Asbel's detection and could escape into the woods should he so choose, Lambda... hesitated.

It was why he stood now, staring out into an unfamiliar landscape. Everything he knew— everything he had grown up with for centuries— was gone. His world, his purpose. Even the stars, his constant guide through the centuries, had been replaced by mirrored illusions. His entire existence had been overturned. Nothing made sense, and he had nothing to fall back on, save the delusional idea of peace that Asbel had promised him.

For the first time in a thousand years, Lambda didn't know what to do.

Then his ruminations were interrupted when he heard a sharp intake of breath behind him— and a soft voice he could never mistake.

"Lambda."

Lambda closed his eyes. He breathed, counted the beat of Asbel's heart. And when he turned, she was there.

"Protos Heis."

Even in Tir na Nog, she was just as he remembered. Purple hair, small frame. Her stance was relaxed, arms askew as she watched him. But he could never mistake her composure for calm— not with such a hateful glint in her eyes.

She sized him up, her gaze as firm and uncompromising as ever. She probably sensed he was awake and followed him. No doubt she'd be ready to leap at him if he so much as made a move... or would she? Asbel Lhant was precious to her, after all. Just like Richard had been.

Richard... Lambda swallowed, dismissing the flash of sadness that passed through him. It was only Asbel's memories of his friend that brought about such sentimental notions, after all. And he couldn't afford sentimentality; not with Protos Heis.

"Where's Asbel?" she demanded.

"Asleep," Lambda responded curtly. "Fear not. He is safe, for now." His lips curled when Protos Heis flinched. Was it his voice through Asbel's lips? Or perhaps, his gaze through Asbel's eyes? Regardless, for the first time since he had woken, he had found something familiar— even if it was nothing more than the old steps of their usual hostility.

Falling into tandem, Protos Heis stepped towards him. "If you hurt him—"

He snorted. "What would you do?" He shook his head. "You'd have to hurt him to hurt me. Destroy yourself; to destroy me."

She faltered. Her eyes lowered, her hands tightening into fists. "I don't want to," she finally answered. "When Asbel spoke to you, you felt... different. Like you weren't going to harm anyone else."

He let out a short bark. "So, do you truly believe I've changed, simply because of what this boy said? That I won't destroy him, just as I destroyed Richard?"

Her expression shifted. Faster than his eye could follow, she lunged at him. The action caught him by surprise— he hadn't really thought she'd dare attack Asbel Lhant— but before he knew it, she had knocked him onto the ground, her gauntleted fist pressing his neck against the sand.

"How could you?" she demanded. "You were almost taken over by Phantom, and Asbel tried to help you! To protect you!"

A chill ran down his spine. His memories since he entered this world had been fuzzy, but he remembered a presence holding him down. A dark voice in his ear, as pain lanced through his body. The desire to scream, followed by the realization that he had no mouth, no voice. Someone grabbing on to him, feeding off him, using him—

And through the darkness and pain, there was someone else. An outstretched hand, and warm blue eyes.

Lambda snarled. "I don't need protection," he reminded her. "Not from him, or from anyone else."

Protos Heis glared at him. "Then let go of him, Lambda."

Lambda's eyes narrowed. "That would be your greatest wish, would it not? For me to return your friend to you, and cease to exist?"

Her expression hardened, and she pressed her arm tight against him.

"Why couldn't you leave us alone, Lambda?" she yelled. "Why did you come to this world? I didn't have to fight you, and Asbel and everyone else was with me! I have school, friends— I was happy! So, why did you have to come here?!"

Her vehemence that caught him off-guard. Or perhaps it was the despair in her voice, the yearning for a life that Protos Heis shouldn't have wanted.

Once more, Lambda hesitated.

She swallowed, but her grip didn't let up. She leaned in, her voice controlled and low. "I don't want to hurt Asbel. But I will, if it means saving him from you. So tell me, Lambda.

"What are you trying to do?"

Purple eyes, determined face. She was the one familiar thing in his life that had stayed even more constant than the stars. But even she wasn't the same Protos Heis that had hunted him down without reservation any longer. That thought brought about a twinge of sadness that Lambda didn't care to explore.

"Why?" he grit out. "Why do you even care for my reasons? You never did before!"

She balked. One blink, then two. Tentatively, she responded, "Because Asbel wanted to give you a chance. To live."

He glanced away. With a soft breath, he sighed.

"I do not know."

Her grip lightened briefly, before pressing against his throat once more. A choked gasp escaped him, and he glared at her. But instead of the cold hunter he remembered, there was confusion in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Exactly as I said," he replied. "I have no plans. I have no purpose. I have no reason to fight for, Protos Heis, without a core to live in. Everything that I was— everything that I longed for— was taken from me the moment I was exoflected to this world.

"I do not even have the strength to live without Asbel Lhant to host me. And even then—" Lambda lowered his gaze. "He only saved me to save you. To spare you from... killing us both."

He heard her sharp inhale, the tremble through her arm.

"That's not true."

"Is it not?" Lambda let out a dry laugh. "Why would anyone choose to host me, Protos Heis, with naught to gain for their own?"

"Because Asbel wanted to save you."

Her voice faltered. Hesitantly, the weight around his neck lifted.

She moved aside, and Lambda pulled himself up. Still, she remained kneeling at his eye-level, her hands on her lap. She was watching him, but her eyes didn't seem quite so clear. Not so full of hate.

"He didn't just do it for me." Biting her lip, she continued, "Don't you remember? He wanted you to live, too."

Live. "Why?" he barked out. "What point is there in living? Why do these insects, these humans, insist that I live, when my life has nothing worth living for!?"

He expected Protos Heis to spew one of Asbel's platitudes. But instead, she watched him with an unfamiliar expression. Hesitantly, her hand reached out and stroked the side of his cheek.

He flinched. But the motion was gentle. Peaceful. Warm.

"Stop that," he snarled, but he couldn't bring himself to shake her hand away.

"You're wrong, you know?"

He glared at her. But her expression was unfazed.

"My greatest wish wasn't to see you gone," she said softly. "You're with Asbel now, and I don't want to hurt him. I... I wanted us to live together, side by side, without having to hurt one another. Where both of us could be... happy."

With a sigh, his shoulders sagged. "How foolish," he bit out, but somehow he couldn't muster his usual venom. He glanced at her. "Do you truly believe that is possible? Us? Living together in peace?"

She chewed her lip. Her hand dropped to the side. "I don't know," she answered finally, "but it's a nice thought, isn't it?"

"No." The idea of happiness had always just been that— and idea, a notion told to him by countless humans. The sensation of peace was just as foreign to him. The idea that he could have both— that he was being offered both... it had to be a lie.

Still, something tugged at him. A sense of longing for the warmth that so cocooned Asbel Lhant's spirit; that had kept him rooted here, not far from camp, instead of the dark forests where he could escape to. Where he had been captured and torn apart.

He sighed. "What is it like, Protos Heis? To live in this world? To be alive?"

She frowned. Sitting back on her heels, she was quiet for a moment, before she responded, "It's nice. Mileena and Ix are good people. When they exoflected us, they were just trying to save their world. Everybody wants to help them.

"Farah's a good cook, and Jude's always watching out for me," she continued. "Lloyd is bad at math, but he's always the first one to help when I can't reach the sweets on the top shelf. Everyone's from different worlds, but they work together to make this one a better place."

She shifted, ducking her head. "I know what you've experienced in Tir na Nog isn't the same as what I've experienced, and I'm sorry. But if you give this world a chance— I'm sure you'll find a place where you... belong."

Lambda didn't know what to say. It sounded idealistic, compared to the tortures Mercuria had made him endure. Compared to everything he had ever known. But even so...

"I cannot go back to our world," he said at last. "But neither have I a place to be. A place I can be. I am... stuck here, Protos Heis, whether we both like it or not."

Protos Heis took in a deep breath. She studied him for a moment, but gone was the hateful glint in her eyes. Finally, she fixed him with a serious stare. "Then, as long as you do not harm Asbel, you'll have a place here. I promise."

She didn't smile. But then she held out a hand, and he saw her eyes brighten ever-so-slightly, and the softening of the corners of her mouth.

Without a word, he took her hand and she stood, pulling him up with her. Standing there, his hand in hers— Lambda could never have imagined such a day would ever pass.

"It's almost dawn," she remarked, her head turning upwards. Glancing back at him, she added, "we better get Asbel back before he wakes up."

"Indeed," Lambda rumbled.

She smiled. It was a soft one, much like the streaks of rose and orange permeating through the lightening sky.

The waves still crashed unceasingly against the shore, and the quiet solitude of the night had yet to pass. This world was as unfamiliar as ever, as strange and off-putting as when Lambda first awoke.

But a strange calm quietly stole over him as Protos Heis led him back to camp, and Lambda wondered. He still had no purpose; no reason to live. But for the first time in his life, he didn't have to run. Didn't have to hide.

Perhaps this sensation of peace would be brief. False, just like everything else in his life. Perhaps Protos Heis would turn on him the next day, or the next week. Perhaps Asbel Lhant would reject him, just like everyone else eventually did. Perhaps this was just an illusion that he had finally succumbed to, wishing on a hope he knew would eventually betray him.

But perhaps, just for a moment, he could finally rest.

#tales of the rays #tales of graces #sophie #lambda

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fangzeronos · 6 years

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A Luthor and A Super Ch. 3

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

That afternoon, after leaving early and heading home, Kara looked through her closet and groaned, realizing she didn’t have anything nice to wear for dinner with Lena. She paced back and forth, biting her lip and rifling through her closet. She sighed and took off out of the window, heading for Alex’s apartment. She walked in and rushed up to Alex’s floor, knocking on the door.

Alex opened the door, looking at her sister in surprise. “Kara? What…are you doing here?” she asked, her voice turning worried. “Everything ok?”

“No!” Kara said. “I’m meeting Lena in less then an hour and I have nothing nice to wear. My usual stuff does not count. I’m…I’m honestly freaking out.”

Alex smiled softly, stepping back and letting Kara in. “Okay. First of all, calm down,” she said. “Second, what kind of look are you going for?”

“Nice,” Kara said. “I don’t…know exactly. Something that’s…going to just help me get through tonight. It’s a bigger conversation about why I didn’t tell her about Supergirl, and I want to look nice.”

Alex nodded, leading Kara to her room. “Okay. Let’s see what I’ve got.” She opened the closet and looked through the dresses, holding up a blue one against Kara. “What do you think?”

Kara looked in the mirror and nodded. “It’s perfect,” she said. She took the dress from Alex, heading for the bathroom. She heard Alex’s phone ring, knowing the tone on the call as the one for the DEO. She looked through the door with her X-Ray vision, cocking an eyebrow and listening.

“Alright, Brainy. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Alex said. “Yeah. Thanks.” She hung up and sighed, walking over to the bathroom door. “Kara, I’ve got to go. Brainy needs me down at the DEO for something important. Can you lock up on the way out?”

“Yeah, I can,” Kara said, opening the bathroom door. “What do you think?” She spun around softly, showing off the dress. “Think Lena will like it?”

Alex smiled. “Honey, if it’s on you, she’ll love it,” she said, hugging Kara. “I’ll see you later. I’ll call if we need you.”

Kara smiled and nodded, watching Alex walk out. She heard the door close and she sighed softly, walking out and looking at her reflection in the mirror. “Do something with my hair,” she mumbled. Ten minutes later, Kara walked up to Noonan’s, seeing Lena inside. She walked in and over to the table, smiling. “Hey, Lena.”

“Hi!” Lena said with a smile, getting up and hugging Kara. “Wow, you look beautiful. I didn’t think you had anything like this dress. It looks great on you, sweetie.”

Kara felt her face redden, sitting down. “It’s Alex’s. I went over freaking out because I didn’t have anything that would have worked,” she said.

Lena smiled and nodded. “Well, I think you look great,” she said. “So…tell me everything. From Krypton to Supergirl.”

“Oh, Rao,” Kara snickered. “I was thirteen when Krypton exploded. My parents sent me to look after my cousin, Superman. At the time we were launched, Reign was launched as well.” “Sam,” Lena said.

“Right,” Kara said. “Something happened to my pod and I got knocked off course, ending up in the Phantom Zone, a place where basically time does not move. When I came out of the Phantom Zone, my cousin had already grown up. So, I think I spent at least twenty-four years in there. He took me to the Danvers, Eliza and Jerimiah, and they took me in. Fourteen years I hid who I was because if I didn’t, people could have gotten hurt.”

Lena nodded, hanging on Kara’s every word as Kara told her more about her family and her powers, including thinking she was older then she really was. She held her hands up, fork between her fingers. “Wait. You’re how old?” she asked.

“I think I’m really in my fifties,” Kara said. “I was thirteen when Krypton was destroyed, roughly twenty-four years in the Phantom Zone, and then twelve years on Earth hiding my powers and just being Kara Danvers. I moved to National City when I was twenty-seven, physically twenty-seven, and I’ve been Supergirl for a little over four years. I think, if the math’s right, I’m fifty-two.”

Lena, having grabbed a pen and a notebook from her purse, wrote down the numbers as Kara rattled them off, blinking and looking at her best friend. “Jesus Christ,” she said with a smile. “You’re right. So, you’d have been born in 1966 on Earth.”

Kara smiled. “And I’ll age slower than humans too,” she said. “When everyone I love is gone, I’ll be over a hundred, and I’ll look like I’m forty.” Her smile faltered, looking down and sighing. “I’m going to outlive everyone I love…I’ve already lost one family. I don’t think my heart could take losing a second.” She felt the tears fall down her cheeks, reaching up and wiping them away softly. “Damn…”

Lena frowned, getting up and wrapping her arms around Kara’s shoulders, rubbing her arm. “Hey…it just means we have to have fun with the years we’ve got left, you know?” she asked. “Do the things we want to do. Have the fun we want to have. Live for the moments and don’t regret anything in the future.”

Kara nodded softly, leaning back against Lena. “I know,” she said. She heard her phone ring and she groaned. She reached down and grabbed it, seeing it was Alex. She felt Lena pull away, watching her sit back down and feeling cold after she did. “Alex?”

“I know you’re having dinner with Lena, but the President wants you in DC in an hour.”

Kara sighed. “Alright. I’ll be there soon as I can.” She hung up the phone and set it down, looking at Lena with sadness in her eyes. “Lena—”

Lena smiled and shook her head. “It’s ok, Kara,” she said. “I know that you’ll get called away when you’re needed. I’m not mad. Long as you come to the penthouse tonight when you’re done so we can finish talking. Because, as much as I wanted to know your history, I really wanted to know why you didn’t tell me about Supergirl in the first place.”

Kara bit her lip softly and nodded. “Promise,” she said, getting up and hugging Lena. She kissed Lena’s cheek and smiled softly. “Love you, Lee.”

Nodding and hugging Kara back, Lena smiled. “Love you,” she said, squeezing Kara’s hand. “Go. Go be a Supergirl.”

“Too easy,” Kara said with a smile, grabbing her purse and walking out of the restaurant, heading for her apartment.

Lena asked for boxes for the food, packing them up and taking them back to the Penthouse, setting them in the fridge before she sat on the couch, rubbing her hands together. She tried to process everything Kara told her, especially with how old she really is, and she shook her head. “That girl,” she muttered.

The next afternoon at L-Corp, Lena waited to hear from Kara, clad in a green dress she hoped her best friend would like. She looked down as her office phone rang, seeing the number for Alex’s phone and feeling her heart stop. “Lena Luthor?”

“Lena, it’s Alex. We’ve got a problem, and I need your help.”

“What’s wrong, Alex?” Lena asked, a pit forming in her stomach. “Is everything alright? Is Kara alright?”

“No, and that’s the problem. The air’s been laced with Kryptonite, and we’ve had security breaches in the DEO. The lead dispersal device was taken, and I think Mercy Graves is behind this to try and kill Kara. We’ve got her on life support, but Brainy and J’onn aren’t sure if it’ll last. We need to get her contained or clear the air somehow, or she’s going to die.”

Lena’s heart sank. She felt her hands shake, and she looked over at her monitor. “I, uh…I might have something,” she said. “After the Daxamite invasion, I…I started working on something for Kara. Something to keep her safe, and…I can—I can bring it down. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Lena. I’ll have an Agent waiting in the garage for you.” The line went dead, and Lena got up and all but ran for the elevator, heading to the underground labs.

Quickly sorting through a box and finding what she was looking for, Lena rushed to the DEO, being ushered in by the agent in waiting. “Where is she?” she asked, looking at Alex.

“This way,” Alex said, leading Lena towards the medical wing. “I know you two didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things last year with Sam and Reign, but with you being here now, Lena, it means a lot to us. Means a lot to me.”

Lena smiled sadly. “People underestimate me, Alex, but I care about Kara. I really do,” she said. She followed Alex, digging into her purse and grabbing the device she’d nicked from her R&D lab.

Brainiac, or Brainy to the DEO, took the box from Lena. ”Oh, my. A radiation-controlled proto-environment housed in a vacuum-sealed, mechanical exoskeleton contained in a spring-loaded two-millimeter disc.”

“Kara’s going to have to stay in this until the atmosphere’s clean,” Lena said. “However long that takes.”

J’onn sighed. “So it’s indefinite confinement,” he said. “She won’t like that.”

“I will not lose her,” Lena said. “It’s the only way, J’onn.” She put the box on Kara’s chest and tapped the top, watching it open and the liquid ooze-type substance spread out, covering Kara from head to toe. She sighed and put her hand on Kara’s softly, squeezing lightly. “Now we wait.”

“I’ll start working on finding out how to clear the atmosphere,” Brainy said, walking out.

Alex put her hand on Lena’s shoulder. “She’ll fight. She’s strong.”

“Strongest woman I know,” Lena whispered, pulling a chair over and sitting down, her eyes never leaving Kara’s face, or where her face was under the helmet of the new environment suit. “Wake up, sweetie. I’m right here…”

#SuperCorp #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor #I LOVE THE LENA-SUIT #why couldn't it stick around?!#angsty Kara drama coming up in the next chapter

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verdant-gardens · 6 years

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Dowsing | Nata | Execution Reaction

Chaos. More and more chaos erupted in front of her eyes. Sora was right...this wouldn't be what Kotone wanted. But she could do nothing to stop the violence and chaos before it seemed to ebb itself out, as it was.

And then there was Proto Magica, sitting there as alone as ever, ushering in feelings of pity from Nata. They didn't truthfully deserve this. None of them did. Not even...not even Heiwa...despite what happened to Kotone. None of them asked for this.

But...it was what it was. They were here now, and every person is responsible for their choices even under such circumstances. Everyone had the choice to act in their own self interest, or in the interest of their dwindling group as a whole. Like a lone wolf, or part of a pack.

"...I am sorry, my friend." She muttered, moments before Proto Magica was dragged away to their demise.

Nata's eyes remained transfixed on the writhing licks of flame as she clenched her jaw and fought back the very-near images that accompanied such a sight. It must have been unbearable to be so close to it. It must have been terrifying.

[TW: Implied Animal Abuse?]

And the animals...were they real? They couldn't be...could they? How must they have been treated, in such a place? They deserved to be here even less than anyone in this class...this was just wrong.

[End TW]

Even after the scene had ended, Nata found herself staring at the space it had once been, as phantom flames continued to dance in her vision and the faintest, most distant laughter echoed in her memories.

Without a word or a glance to anyone, except for one final, remorseful glance at Kotone's portrait, Nata stepped onto the elevator and made her way out of the trial.

#vg ch3 #vg trial 3 #nata #submission

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ciathyzareposts · 6 years

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Missed Classic 64: Labyrinth (1980)

by Will Moczarski

Introduction

A belated ho ho ho to you all! It‘s time to resume my Med Systems Software marathon that already brought us the goodness that was Deathmaze 5000. We‘re still in territory uncharted by Moby Games (their Med Systems list starts with The Institute which is two adventure games away) and still in the early days of the company. According to the copyright stamp on a manual I found online, Labyrinth seems to have come out in 1980 as the second game of the so-called Continuum Series. Like its predecessor it was written by Frank Corr, jr. and William F. Denman, jr. Labyrinth uses almost the same graphics as Deathmaze 5000 and the premise is very similar, too. We‘ll see if this is just more of the same or if Labyrinth is a genuinely different game.

One thing I‘d neglected to mention in my post about Deathmaze 5000 is the improbable popularity of the Continuum games in TRS-nostalgic circles. They even got namechecked in Mark J.P. Wolf‘s seminal video game history The Video Game Explosion, stressing their importance as predecessors of 3-D games such as first-person shooters (I‘ll get back to that when talking about Phantom Slayer in another post which is the company‘s sort-of proto-FPS). I hadn‘t had any knowledge of this before doing the research for Labyrinth so I was in for quite a surprise. Some users in the comments section of the trs-80.org website seem to be crazy about Deathmaze 5000, as is reflected in some of these quotes: ″Awesome! I looooved that game on the Apple″, ″Absolutely loved them [the Continuum games]!″, ″I loved this game.″ and so on. Most of the other commenters admit that they got stuck in the calculator room or at the very end, confirming my impression that those puzzles were really unfair. Labyrinth doesn‘t seem to be quite as popular, not having provoked one single comment. I have refrained from reading the main article as it may contain spoilers but looking at (or rather for) the comments section I inadvertently read the final paragraph: ″In my opinion, Labyrinth is an excellent follow-up to Deathmaze 5000. It is a more challenging adventure, with more logical puzzles, and one of the best examples of a TRS-80 adventure game.″ More challenging? Really? I‘m sure I‘ll be in for a bumpy ride now…

No, not that Labyrinth, although it‘s definitely another missed classic (Screenshot from Wikipedia)

The premise of the two games is as similar as their graphics. Labyrinth was also marketed as a ″full scale 3-D adventure″ and the rules are roughly the same – you need to find torches and food every once in a while and the parser has not changed either. Once again, there are objects in boxes found throughout the labyrinth and according to the in-game manual ″pits are not always deadly″ so they appear to serve as links between the different levels of the labyrinth just like they did in the deathmaze. Jack Goblin, the author of a 2013 article about the 3-D maze adventures by Med Systems over at Wikinut, describes Labyrinth as ″both more classical and more unorthodox. You were in the Minotaur’s famous maze and had to kill it before it killed you. However, time, space, and dimensions didn’t always follow conventional rules and you had to stay on your toes, figuratively speaking, to figure out where you were at any given time.″

So what‘s new, exactly? Well, for starters: ″There is a fog and a magic darkness in certain areas of the maze.″ Oh right, that‘s probably what Jack Goblin is referring to, and I just know that is going to be a major pain! Also, the goal is sort of reversed. Instead of escaping from the deathmaze, I have to enter the multi-level labyrinth and find a minotaur in order to kill it. Minotaur, huh. Deathmaze 5000 made a point of not telling me the name of the monster and then expecting me to guess it at the last second of the game – it was Grendel and I‘d never have come up with that if I hadn‘t stumble across the game‘s supposed connection to Beowulf during my prior research. At least Labyrinth doesn‘t seem to play guess-the-monster with me, and a minotaur actually belongs in a Labyrinth, too. According to ancient Minoan mythology, the famous labyrinth of Knossos on the Isle of Crete was designed by Daedalus and his son Icarus (the one who‘d fly a tad too close to the sun later). The money man behind the building was King Minos, explaining the monster‘s name, Minotauros – or Minos‘s bull. The Minotaur was located at the center of the labyrinth and there is a whole heroic tale about a young man named Theseus who eventually did away with the beast – a deed that became a staple of ancient Greek art and was retold and referenced in several different ways by lots of ancient writers of Greece and the Roman Empire (Catull, Ovid, Plutarch to name just a few).

So that‘s the context of Labyrinth, apparently: Another mythical opponent, another hide-and-seek game in the vain of Hunt the Wumpus. And Labyrinth appears to be a little bigger than Deathmaze 5000, sporting 550 locations. I assume that this means there will be five levels made up of 11 by 10 locations, maybe, instead of the 10 by 10 levels of the deathmaze. I will have to challenge the warning contained in the manual: ″Be patient. You will not solve Labyrinth during the first week. Or the first month. Make maps. And above all, BE CAREFUL!″ You better watch me solve it in under a month…hopefully.

Yes, THAT Labyrinth. Cover page of the manual I found online. (What‘s not online these days? Correct answer: nothing.)

Entering the Labyrinth

Modern (Awkward) Theseus Diary #1: Who wants to slay a minotaur? I‘m not sure what I‘ve signed up for this time but it seems that it‘s fairly straightforward: enter the maze, kill the bad guy. What has the minotaur ever done, you ask? Well, it guards the labyrinth, for starters. And…yeah, you‘re right but it‘s the rules of the game! What game? The labyrinth game. Everybody knows that…right?

Ah, feels like home. Sort of. To the masochist.

When I enter the titular labyrinth, a familiar feeling sweeps over me. The game looks exactly like Deathmaze 5000, they don‘t seem to have altered anything at all concerning the interface (easiest PISSED rating ever!). I decide to start mapping right away and explore as much as possible before tackling any puzzles I may come across, least they‘d be hindering my progress to the other levels. It‘s already after a few steps that I discover that Labyrinth is indeed more challenging in a multitude of ways. Firstly, the fog: If you take a wrong turn, you have to start over because ″the fog is too thick to see″. There appears to be no way out of the fog (or through it, for that matter) and there is no way of knowing where there may be fog. A corridor that looks perfectly normal suddenly turns into a grey nightmare of being stuck – maybe I will find an item to deal with this later but so far this is a major obstacle. Secondly, there are pits that drop me in a closed-off environment I cannot get back from. I find a sword in one of them but without a way out it‘s of no use to me. Maybe this is the final location and I have to lure the minotaur there at some point? However, places like this one pose another challenge as they also make me start over at the beginning, effectively dead-ending me. Thirdly, and most annoyingly by far, after a while my map doesn‘t make sense anymore. At first I think that this is due to me being unfocussed as the twisty little passages all start to look alike after a while but as my second and third attempt to map a section southeast of my starting position are also doomed to fail, I realize – and verify it by way of item-dropping – that I‘m in for some Wizardry-style goodness: there are teleporters in the labyrinth, sending me off to who-knows-where without any word of warning. Had I not played Deathmaze 5000 previously, I would probably not make the assumption that the second labyrinth will be built in a similar way, but having completed the previous game (and Rat‘s Revenge, for what it‘s worth) I can come up with a hypothesis about the extent of each level (I try 11 by 10) and that seems to indicate that the first teleporter is located in one of the corners, southeast from where I start the game looking north. Other things I discover include a trap of moving walls that kill me right away, Star Wars style – just like in Deathmaze 5000. I stumble across a book with the word PTOOII in it. Saying it out loud takes me to the aforementioned closed-off area with the sword, xyzzy style. Another encounter that feels like an Adventure reference is an ″ugly little man″ who utters his displeasure with me by attacking me right away. So far it seems that there won‘t be too many new stories to tell about the labyrinth after having blogged through Deathmaze 5000, thus I assume that my playing time will greatly surpass the number of posts compared to the average factor established by other games. In other words: This will most likely be a two-post affair although I‘ve already spent 1.5 hours getting nowhere fast. At least I‘m not stuck in any way and will just keep on mapping for now, but the labyrinth is a huge and unforgiving place – king Minos would be so proud.

THIS is my opponent? You serious? (Screenshot from Wikipedia)

Session time: 1.5 hours Total time: 1.5 hours

source http://reposts.ciathyza.com/missed-classic-64-labyrinth-1980/

#retro games #dos games #retro #crpg #adventure #amiga #oldcomputers #8bit #16bit #blog #repost

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