Real Unreal Gameworlds Contestment

[Maharg67]

25.1[42]

:ninja: :ninja: :ninja:

 

In the DCCitadel Alice, and Terry, Lyons became aware that they were aspects of the WayGuardian just as Sarah Lyons did in the outpost in the Galaxy 3D Broadcast Tower that was commonly known as Galaxy Tower.

 

In truth it was a great, vaguely Eiffel Tower like structure built after the Second American Civil War and at the top was the grid tower for broadcasting of communications signals, 3Dradio and 3DTV. It also received the same to send on and-or broadcast. In 2075 the troubled UCA Federal Government took it over and greatly fortified it. This, and other factors, meant it greatly survived Doomsday.

 

Knight Sentinel Sarah Lyons stood, in her power armour with helmet removed, in the 3D3D Broadcasting Studio, 3D3D meaning 3D type broadcasting and 3Dog the major DJ of both the 3DTV and more frequent 3Dradio broadcasts. 3Dog frowned softly at her.

 

Sarah was calm in the face of the dark skinned, quite handsome, man. "The DCBoS has no desire to have any control of 3D3D Galaxy Broadcasting, its agenda or its contents. We will have our own DCBoS broadcasting taking place and also we will be using the special communications network-systems after repairing them. We give you resources not as a bribe but as compensation for us taking control of a large part of the Galaxy Broadcasting Tower. Also we have some electric toasters to give you since yours is broken."

 

3Dog groaned. "I really was joking about that..." Then he stopped as he realised that Sarah was grinning. "Very amusing! I didn't know you Steelfollowers had a sense of humour."

 

Sarah looked around at MrDJ the MrHandy robot, DJBot the tronrobot, 3Kitty the young catman woman, three large cats and three large dogs, all six animals sleeping curled up with one another.

 

3Kitty spoke. "What rank is 'Knight'?"

 

Sarah smiled. "It is not a rank, as such, but is used by those who have gained enough training, and experience, to earn the right to use power armour. Paladins have earned the right to use larger, more powerful, mecha armour. Valkyries have earned the right to pilot vertibirds and other combat aircraft. Rocketeers use special power armoured adapted to, and equipped with, rocket packs. Sappers us working power armour and working mecha. My rank is Sentinel!."

 

3Dog whistled. "I heard that is a very special, almost unique, rank that very few Steelfollowers have ever gained. You can order in long range artillery strikes, mass gravity chute drops and..."

 

Sarah broke in with a laugh. "We don't have any of that for me to order in. We have some short range, mobile, artillery and the only gravity chutes are for emergency escapes from aircraft. We are not going to make this tower into a fortress that will attract major attacks, if that is what concerns you."

 

3Dog shook his head. "What concerns me is those strange power armoured cyborgs showing up in the GrandMall area, of WashingtonDC, and attacking people. Perhaps you can assist?"

 

Sarah nodded. "A major reason for doing, what we doing, here is to help us deal with that threat and other rising ones. As yet we have not even identified them and their purpose. As you probably know, they seem hell bent on causing death-destruction and have attacked everybody they run into be that supermutants, our own patrols, Talon Mercenaries, settlers, raiders, gangers, gangsters and so forth. We have gained information, source classified, that they are linked to something called the DCInstitute."

 

3Dog looked startled. "Got some info on that back in my wandering years. My total recall memory can be not worth having at times but can often be very handy."

 

3Kitty broke in. "My sweet husband, to be, is trying to protect me. I was born in the DCInstitute that was operational even before Doomsday with part of the animan project. That is with experimental programs, of projects, on creating animal human hybrids."

 

3Kitty: "They were also trying to create clones that were going to be created as being able to be perfect cyborgs in special power armour and other types not using it. I still have nightmares about that place until a large government taskforce invaded it and I gained far greater freedom. There was a huge battle, when the rescue taskforce came, and many of those cyborg clones managed to escape as did others though many others were captured along with many resources."

 

3Kitty: "The rescue group was known as the 'quadruple H' or HHHH. It was a joke code name for it stood for Hush Hush meaning deep secret. I never found out who they really were but they were involved in some kind of world wide secret war that even reached out to the space colonies."

 

She shrugged. "I ended up living in one of the GaiaSanctuaries of the Gaiafollowers but that ended when Doomsday came and the DC GaiaSanctuary was mostly destroyed. There are Gaiafollowers here in Galaxytown at the base of Galaxy Tower."

 

3Dog smiled. "Sweet 3Kitty, I really did pick up some interesting stories about the DCInstitute restarting, after Doomsday, in a new location deep beneath the GrandMall and restarting their old research and development efforts along with starting new ones."

 

Sarah nodded. "We need more precise data than that but it has been a good start. We need a name for those cyborg clone monsters."

 

3Kitty frowned. "Zerkers is what they liked to call themselves though I don't think it is a great name."

 

Sarah nodded again. "Good enough for us to use! So Zerkers it is!"

Edited January 23, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

26.1[43]

:mellow: :mellow: :mellow:

The Gameteam reached a larger monotram stop where they found a small Grand Malls Cultural Exhibition. This meant not only the museums, such as the Museum of History, Museum of Technology and the Wax Museum, but also the Art Gallery, monuments, memorials and other places of interest.

 

The semiactive exhibition was largely of holographic projections that were soon made fully active by the Gameteam. Saltis, Rubin and Thomas were amazed by it all. Thomas proved he could talk by saying more than 'meow'. Though the exhibition represented the PreDD world that they had lived in, they had never had been given a chance to see such things as that.

 

With a small amount of interesting loot, like 3Dpostcards and some 3Dbooklets along with some small replicas of some museum items such as the famous Trex skeleton, the Wonder9 returned to the Gameteamcube. Nine of the Gameclones continued onwards, along with the MS, while four went to the GTC as it was starting to be called.

 

Janita walked with the MS up along a slanting tunnel. "Are you saying that the GTC was not given to us as a standard part of the GreatGame!"

 

MS responded quietly but his voice carried easily to her even as the nine Gameclones moved in formation along the big rampway tunnel. "Exactly but one does not know who-what did so. It was not the FarWanderer that was so generous and it does not have the stench of the SecretEnemy about it. It appears to be too subtle and idea for the Gamegod to have carried out, given his joke street signs and Ghoulawockys being his idea of subtlety. There are a few on your side."

 

The Lieutenant nodded. "Like mother. She loves us!"

 

The MS looked surprised. "Who is she?"

 

Janita shrugged. "She is somebody quite powerful amongst the gamefolk, perhaps being a Gamelordess."

 

MS noted a cockroach dart along the rampway that suddenly had a very small bit of food to eat. In its own way it communicated its gratitude. "Your mother would need to be at least a Gamedemigoddess to give you such an amazing gift. Indeed she may just be the Gamegoddess herself."

 

Janita frowned. "A mother to expendable clones, that is not possible."

 

MS frowned softly. "You are not expendable, none of you are, and please do not confuse the Gamegoddess with the Gamegod. She, and the FarWanderer, have communicated with each other but I can not say any more than that about that issue. As you know, the FarWanderer tracked the SecretEnemy here to this impossible realm made actual. The SecretEnemy has committed terrible crimes and needs to be faced with the celestial justice system."

 

From before them came the muffled sound of heavy firepower being unleashed, of a battle suddenly erupting.

26.2[44]

:devil: :pirate: :ninja:

 

Supermutants, from their GrandMall colony, moved through the trenches in that area as they fought a large force of Zerkers. Supermutants were of different castes of size-number. The bigger they were, generally speaking, the fewer they were. Metamoths were the smallest, being like over muscular standard humans, then there were massamoths, hulkamoths and finally behamoths. Big brutal dog mutthounds were there along with vaguely horse like muttsteeds hauling packs and panniers. There were strange zyclops with tentacles along with a couple of bigger superzyclops. Also generally speaking, the bigger the supermutants got, the dumber they got but there were exceptions.

 

Marshal Kranzsmash was a very intelligent, canny, hulkamoth who commanded the supermutant army through the radroach-club method. That is he made sure the supermutants would have many nicely roasted radroaches to crunch on but he was always ready to use his punisher club on any fools. Ironically he rarely inflicted hard pain but somehow it worked anyway.

 

He gained tributes, not by threat but through common sense, from the Underworlders because he formed a buffer zone between them and the majority of the GrandMall. He also had three garrisons at three settlements being Supertown, Ghoultown and Undertown that was the biggest of the three. Those were the only three Underworld settlements of any real size.

 

He was in his command centre, if one could call a partly bricked up and supported cavern such. On a very big table before him were maps and given his size, he sat on the floor while easily reaching anything on that surface. Metamoths were smallest, but fastest, of the supermutants and tended to be amongst the smartest by supermutant standards.

 

Yet it was no metamoth that came into the chamber through an open doorway but the Mysterious Stranger who materialised out of mid air. So did a very large heap of metal cubecanisters and other metal containers along with heavy sacks of varied stuff along with other containers.

 

Marshal Kranzsmash looked up at the newcomer. "Hello MS, you came as promised and with the equipment-supplies as promised."

 

MS nodded. "You carried out your side of the bargain after I helped free you, and many others, from TechVault087 and the oppressive control of the Mastermoth as he likes to call himself. Is Fawkes here?"

 

Kranzsmash shook his head. "Fawkes is doing some diplomatic stuff for me in the Underworld. That massamoth is smarter than myself in some ways. If I didn't love-trust him so much, I might just kill him as a threat but then Blastmiser would get upset with me."

 

Kranzsmash was one of a minority of fertile male supermutants just as Blastmiser was one of the minority of fertile females; fertility was a difficult matter even for such supermutants as they were. Blastmiser was a massamoth, being one caste down from Kranzsmash himself.

 

MS sighed. "You are most wise to make that decision. Fawkes is, at heart, an intellectual who wants to just carry out scholarly studies. He is no threat to you."

 

The Marshal frowned. "I did not really mean it. Still, perhaps I should not have said it anyway. This humility stuff is painful and trust is hard having been betrayed many times like being abducted and locked in a mutification capsule. I survived not only untwisted but also fertile and smart. I was an aggressive monster for a while until your communications, Fawkes and Blastmiser helped me leave all of that behind. Then that Mastermoth dares to take over most of our former home vault, him and his strange powers and odd followers-minions."

 

The MS nodded. "It appears that he serves an entity known, by myself, as the SecretEnemy. Not much of a name but it should suffice. Others have emerged, or are emerging, such as he who also serve the SecretEnemy like the Antagonizer, and Mechanist, test fighting against each other close to the settlement of Canterbury Commons that is often named CanComs by Wastelanders."

 

Kranzsmash nodded. "My intelligence people, who really are very intelligent for supermutants, have picked up whispers of that but nothing more solid than whispers."

 

The MS nodded. "I want you to meet some new friends of mine and gain your initial assessment of them."

 

Kranzsmash became at once curious but cautious. He nodded. "Yes, I think this will be most interesting but first I have to get all of this equipment-supplies sent to the depots and mess halls."

Edited January 24, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

26.3[45]

:down: :psyduck: :thumbsup:

Janita led the nine Gameclones smoothly into the big command chamber, gracefully predatory, quiet and then they came together in a seemingly casual formation that was anything but. Kranzsmash arched his eyebrows just a little. Then he spoke. "Your friends here could wipe out three times, their number, in supermutants in a very short time. I include at least one behamoth in that assessment."

 

MS nodded. "You can speak to them!"

 

Lieutenant Janita Rosema looked with seeming casualness at the massive supermutant. "That is a big banger you have."

 

The hulkamoth arched his eyes in surprise but then realised the supersoldier meant the Punishment Club hanging on a wall. He grin-smiled. "I almost took that as a special compliment."

 

Janita gave him a puzzled look. "I have no idea what you are talking about?"

 

Kranzsmash was himself puzzled. "You must know about such things, surely, that is sex. You must be at least 20 years old."

 

The lieutenant shook her head. "No, we do not know about sex. We are all clones born from surrogate mothers and are all 6.5 years old. We will soon be 6.6 years old which means a special birthday celebration."

 

Kranzsmash stared, for just a few seconds, in shock. Then he smiled. "Welcome to my homebase. Perhaps you could assist me in dealing with the Zerkers that we are having difficulty defeating."

 

Janita nodded. "Very well. We find them easy to kill and have already killed a few of them. How old are you?"

 

The hulkamoth smiled onwards. "Over 200 years."

 

Janita sighed. "You must suffer from being so old."

 

Kranzsmash nodded solemnly. "I do my very best, under the circumstances. I like you, and your comrades, very much already. I need to speak to the MS alone, if you do not mind. One of my assistants can take you to a chamber where you can get coffee or tea and something to eat."

 

26.4[46]

:dance: :yucky: :yucky:

 

After Kranzsmash stopped laughing, he spoke to MS. "I can see why you like the Gameclones so much. So we are all part of some kind of Gamedomain of Gameworlds, a transdimensional pocket realm. That answer begs many questions. Fawkes would be fascinated except that he already confided in me that he had come to suspect that this existence was somehow not fully real, was contradictory in some finite ways. The two of you should meet in person."

 

"I intend to do so!" The MS responded. "The FarWanderer is forming an alliance to defeat the alliance being created by the SecretEnemy. A second, bigger pile, of equipment has appeared for your people to use including five 105mm rotary-howitzers, 10 40mm tripod-autocannons and 10 75mm recoilless cannons being also on tripods along with 20 12.7mm heavy machineguns. Along with supermutant armour, there is more of the specialised armour for the zyclops and superzyclops along with the mutthounds and muttsteeds."

 

The ground shook!

 

Krankzsmash grinned. "If you had not warned me to dig in, and fortify, as much as possible we would be in deep trouble now. Those are borer-shells they are throwing at us, only stopped by layers of superconcrete and superfoam along with those antiballistic laser turrets. While they are smart, and cunning, in some ways those Zerkers came at us very over confident. Perhaps they were expecting to fight a whole lot of dumb, ill prepared, supermutants. They had information about us and I suspect that the damned Mastermoth gave it to them thanks to the damage we did to him, mostly his reputation, when we escaped from TechVault087 after he bragged he would soon torture-kill me and ensnare my followers."

 

MS: "Mostly it was his pride that was damaged, from what the FarWanderer has learned from other supermutants who have escaped from that very large TechVault. They were all sent to Supertown after being given assistance of various sorts. Perhaps Fawkes, and Blastmiser, could meet with them."

 

The Marshal grinned. "They are already doing so as well as carrying out other tasks."

 

A mighty explosion shook the ground and tiny bits, of superconcrete, fell from the ceiling. As the MS knew at once, Rosema Mercenaries had detonated the stockpile off enemy ammo-explosives stupidly kept in one big chamber together. They also destroyed all eight of the enemy's howitzers that fired off the borer-shells along with all of the unused borer-shells that were kept far too close to the weapons that were too close to each other. Most Zerkers survived but a fair minority died directly or were executed by their comrades as being useless. Then the surviving Zerkers fled, taking what they could with them.

Edited January 23, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Changed age of Gameclones from 9.5 years to 6.5 years for deeply intricate reasons hard to explain. In other words, I felt like it.

Edited January 23, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

27.1[47]

:sad: :sad: :sad:

 

The Gamegoddess stood in a semitransparent gown that more accentuated her beautiful body than concealed it. The Gamegod studied his wife with a big grin-smile which meant that night would be spent in a bout of clumsy love making or at least what the Gamegod considered was love making. In truth the Gamegod would rather be modding in his studio but sex was one of his second favourite activities along with big meals, playing in his own, small, gameworld and being the center of attention in special celebrations.

 

She sipped sapphire wine from an elegant crystal glass spinecup and then spoke. "Oh wise husband, do you really think that the ghoulawockeys were a wise choice?"

 

The Gamegod shrugged. "Oh sweet wife, it seemed like a good idea at the time but Ghoulawocky/13 has gone missing and the Gamedemigod I sent to find it managed to find not a trace of the creature. I had to bring him back here, to the Alpha Sanctuary, to do other necessary work. I am seriously thinking of generating more demigods, semigods and subgods. Perhaps there could be 13 Gamegods as one and 13 Gamegoddesses as one. Certainly there are troublesome puzzles to solve such as the fate of Ghoulawocky/13."

 

The Gamegoddess smiled very warmly. "Oh glorious husband, what of the Zerkers?"

 

The Gamegod gave her a puzzled look. "Oh delicious wife, what are Zerkers?"

 

She explained the Zerkers, cyborg clones in special power armour, that had arisen in the WashingtonDC GrandMall to cause havoc only to vanish after being causing, and being caused, some grievous harm.

 

The Gamegod frowned. "My clever wife, these Zerkers have been generated by the Gamesystems and not by myself in any direct fashion. They sound awfully crass and unimaginative unlike my Ghoulawockeys. Still, if you want to investigate them further, I will provide you with a Prime Gamekey to resources."

 

The Gamegoddess slipped off her garb. "My handsomest husband, let us bathe together in a great bubbling pool of aerated waters perfumed with a thousand scented delights."

 

The Gamegod grinned. "My sweet wife, sounds good to me!"

 

27.2[48]

:ermm: :ermm: :ermm:

Mr Shadow moved through Epsilon Sanctuary that was a domain that officially did not even exist. Great, monstrous, engines rumbled inside great semienclosed workshops. Grey robed figures oversaw twisted humanoid workers toiling at mass production lines to assemble a host of devices, many clearly being weapons. The bleak landscape had many twisted, ugly, trees but only in the distance beneath a softly pulsating red sky.

 

Horrible looking tea ladies pushed trolleys towards the workers. It would soon be morning break and all would be given crunchy rockcakes made of edible stone, bracken black beer, suckalots and almost clean water.

 

Burning, flaming, skulls zipped through the air having nothing better to do than to hang around in groups trying to look threatening.

 

Mr Shadow often considered his mysterious overlords to be quite insane and that was reflected in Upsilon Sanctuary. Looking upon what was on offer, with the trolleys, he was glad he had brought his own food-drink.

 

Ahead of him crouched a monstrous beast thing of a Gamecritic, saliva dripping from its gaping jaws that burned into the hard rock of the plain. It was surrounded by Gametrolls, also twisted but tightly controlled by the Gamecritic. He hoped, against hope, that it would not be just one more fruitless, frustrating, pointless meetings.

 

But it wasn't and the concerned Gamecritic gave him some information that both surprised and worried him. The Game Conspiracy had gained a very dangerous competitor known as the SecretEnemy that was just as brutal as they were, just as cunning but more powerful.

Edited January 23, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

28.1[49]

:down: :thumbsup: :down:

 

Saltis kissed a couple of Gameclones, on the cheek, before bustling off to make some kind of snacks plus drinks for afternoon break. She was observed quietly by the surprised supersoldiers by the way Saltis had acted since she learned that they were all 6.5 years old. Rubin sat working with Oddball on creating a historical record of the Gameteam that involved not just after their birth but details on how they had been created.

 

Janita was back, in the Gameteamcube, as were all of the Gameclones except for nine. The Gameteamcube now easily took all of them while anchored to not just a primary point, in the Gameworld, but to others established in the past. Except that the sublieutenant was leading eight others through a series of cave tunnels, sometimes artificial spaces, but always with trustworthy supermutant guides.

 

They were BruceA, BruceB and BruceC who had been identical triplets before going through mutification and so still were but from being male they had become neuter as most supermutants were. They were quite smart metamoths with very good navigational skills that were always useful in the Wastelands.

 

Creatures sensed it was better not to mess with the Gameclones but some also were attracted in a friendly way to them. Which was why there were more radmolerats, radchickens, radrabbits, some raddogs, a radhorse, more radroaches and an old crotchety, but not dangerous, male deathclaw who was happier having gotten new teeth implants, living in the Gameteamcube. The major cubechambers had multiplied to become 27 of them, many of them being only semiactive and unused. There three home chambers for the animals. Samples had been taken from all of them for research studies.

 

The Wonder13, now firmly established as such, had a calming influence over the animals as did the Gameclones. The Mysterious Stranger had amazing influences over them. The animals came visiting from their home cubechambers.

 

28.2[50]

:happy: :thumbsup: :down:

 

Janita spoke quietly to MS. "Why is Saltis acting towards us like that?"

 

MS sighed. "When Saltis was eleven years old, her six year old sister was killed by drugged up ragekillers who did so simply because they could. The locals came to the rescue, killing the ragekillers, but too late to save the sister. Later Saltis used to murder ragekillers in strange, disturbing, dreams that came true. Then they ceased but only after 121 ragekillers were executed by her and by something linked to her, to all of them. The authorities, surviving ragekillers, others never discovered the truth but the area became safer to be in. The reason that the killing dreams ended was because the ragekillers fled from that area and never came back. That seemed to satisfy her, and the other."

 

Janita nodded. "Amazing abilities but balanced with a form of justice!?."

 

MS nodded. "Those killed, in the dream fashion, were the very worst of the ragekillers in the area, so yes, that would be a good conclusion because the executions appeared to be influenced by karmic balances. Saltis feels protective towards you."

 

Janita nodded. "Each of us got a robotic teddybear along with all of the Wonder13 including herself; she even put aside three for the ones that are not spoken of."

 

Juber walked briskly on a treadmill, with full panniers, to keep fit. The big dog did so quietly and efficiently in a seemingly effortless manner. His robot teddybear walked just in front of him being Juberbear. Every few minutes Juber gave Juberbear a friendly lick.

 

The Mysterious Stranger nodded. "I also got a teddybear. I am ageless, timeless, but Saltis just takes that for granted. I did not have to talk to her about it."

 

Saltis nodded. "Yes, I sensed the same the first time we met! I am glad that you are here!"

 

The MS smiled. "So am I! Saltis used her imagination with the treats so pleasure prepare yourself to be... surprised! This is especially as three, of the other four, of the Wonder13, helped her. Her long dead sister, Ruby, is one of them, in a sense. There is Kragis, the bioengineered catdog, who died trying to save Ruby. Then there is Shosho who was an imaginary friend to seemingly all of the nine. The last is beyond my perception and I would rather not speculate at this time."

 

Saltis arrived, leading three wheeled carrierbots and a large feast of amazing things to eat, drink, smell or just to look at. It really was rather exotic and, just sometimes, a little disturbing.

Edited January 24, 2018 by Maharg67