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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
6/28/2016 12:44:25 AM
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The man's eyes widen. "The last scroll..." He murmurs. Sticking out a hand, he introduces himself as Ghost. "Son," he says, "you have gotten yourself into quite the amount of trouble here. I have a feeling you'll need my help."
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"This is where it gets complicated. There is a corporation, a malevolent one, after the fortune at the end. They are willing to kill for it. I've been searching for that last scroll. No one they've sent into the eggs have come back. Look kid, if you're going into that egg, I'm coming with you."
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There is a blinding flash, and an echoing voice booms out. "You have one guess" We are in a room with 3 objects. There is a shadow, reflected on a wall, a mirror, and a sword. Then a riddle is issued forth. “To all things and men I appertain, and yet by some am shunned and distained. Fondle me and ogle me til you’re insane, but no blow can harm me, cause me pain. Children delight in me, elders take fright. Fair maids rejoice and spin. Cry and I weep, yawn and I sleep. Smile, and I too shall grin. What am I?” The egg is gone.
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[b]Touching the surface, you realize that it is a liquid, and that you can pass through. You hear voices beyond. Ghost draws one of his two pistols. [/b] Stay careful. [b]He clicks off the safety, and a low hum, barely audible emanates from the gun. [/b]
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Ghost follows you down, and with a sucking sound, you are through the mirror. You find yourself in the midst of a massive battlefield, with gunfire raging all about. A beacon of whit light appears... on the opposite side. "That's where we need to go!" shouts Ghost over the din.
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Gun fire tears into the ground around you, and you barely dodge a slicing Wong of a crashing plane. Upon reaching the beacon, you glance back, only to see Ghost hemmed in by three sword wielding, highly armored soldiers. He is firing his pistols, but the blasts of energy issuing forth seem to glance harmlessly off the metal-clad brutes.
