Murderworld 2012

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The sound of spotlights coming on could be heard, and the darkness that had embraced the people within the room had disappeared. Instead, they were on what looked like an elaborate stage... something out of a reality TV show like the Bachelor. As if things could not get stranger, a large, 65" LED TV came to life, showing a young woman in a white jacket, green shirt, and a horrible yellow and orange polka dot tie.

"Ah! Our lovely contestants have woken up! Welcome, welcome one and all to Murderworld 2012!" The neuro-implants in the sides of her eyes began to glow a bright green in color, and her face had a large smile upon it. "These contestants were carefully selected to take part in the most fun, and dangerous version of Murderworld yet! Winners get to live, if we have any winners, that is. And the losers? Well, they get to die horribly painful and elaborate deaths!"

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I'll help you as much as I can." Francis nodded his head. "All I can do is lead you to the Castle and towards the throne room. I am not built for fighting, but I will do what I can to help you create a distraction in order to get us both out of here alive! After that, if you manage to subdue Arcade's main puppet, I can keep her stable until we can get her to a hospital."

Francis followed Spider-Man back out into the simulation and towards the Castle. Several heads were on pikes... all were Tech-Sync employees that worked on Medieval World. He did his best not to look, and just continue moving with Spider-Man.

Eventually, the duo made their way into the Castle and towards the throne room. The King was on that throne, two executioners were at his side, standing protectively over the main automaton. With a jolly laugh, something like Santa Claus, the King beckoned Spider-Man and Francis forward.

"Ah! The new jesters are here!" He laughed and slapped his knee. "You best be funny, or you will end up like the rest! A head on a spike or drawn and quartered!"

"I hope you know what you are doing" Francis told Spider-Man.

[tangledwebs]

"Hey, I'm Spider-Man, not Captain America. Of course I don't know what I'm doing." This was said in an easy-breezy fashion. No, he had no plan as such, but Spiders were known for being able to come up with things off the cuff.

The heads-on-pikes thing was very Lord of the Flies. Spider-Man was absolutely a little unnerved, but thankfully no one could see it because of his mask.

Spider-Man was silent for a very long moment. He tilted his head. Okay, so thus far, jokes hadn't really worked with this guy. Clearly, he didn't find them funny because otherwise all of these people wouldn't have ended up dead.

Maybe he finds violence funny?

He shot out with his hooks, intent on grabbing the heads of the two executioners and dinging their heads together.

"Wokka wokka," Spider-Man darkly said.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The two Executioners fell face first on to the floor with a loud, metallic thud. As they were starting to get up, Francis made his move, he rushed to the King's throne and tried to hit the skill switch. The King tried to slam his scepter down on Francis's head, while the Executioners were starting to move towards Spider-Man, but it was to no avail. The kill switch was hit, and all the automatons just stopped dead in their tracks.

Francis gave off a sigh of relief, looking back over at Spider-Man.

"Well... that worked in our favor, yes?" he wiped the sweat off his brow before heading back towards Spider-Man, heading towards a door that opened by a set of paintings. "The collar about your neck is fake, so you can just rip that off if you will. Now let us get out of here and stop this madness!

[tangledwebs]

"Better than I expected," Spider-Man agreed. Which, for a moment, made him think that this was almost too easy.

Either that, or they actually expected someone to play by their rules instead of doing things his or her own way.

He ripped the collar off and, after a moment's hesitation, grabbed the King's scepter. What? It could make a handy weapon, right?

He turned and followed Francis through the painting then.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Once they were out of Medieval World, Spider-Man and Francis found themselves in a metallic corridor. And the right side were the words "Medieval World" written in yellow paint on the wall, and on the left was "Nuclear Town".

"We're in the main corridor. In the center should be where Arcade is hiding, or at least one would assume. The damn place was made to look like a "Simon" board, so having Arcade in the middle of this place makes sense. He'd be able to keep his eye on all the rooms." Francis shook his head and singled Spider-Man to follow him.

[tangledwebs]

Spider-Man idly tossed the scepter up and down. "You think there's a Jetsonsville and a Sequestria as well?" he asked, looking at the sign for a moment. "No? This guy kind of needs a life. Or, you know, resort to playing the Sims."

Spider-Man stepped lightly, eyes peeled for any of the others that were kidnapped. So far, none of them.

That either meant they were each still fighting their way out, or had made their way to the central room.

Do they all have a Frankie?

"You're sure we're headed to the control room, right? You're not just like an Arcade bot leading me to certain doom? Or, you know, Arcade himself?" These were, obviously, questions that he should have asked before, but the ease of all of this was unnerving him just a little. Not that he expected Francis to be honest about it if he was indeed evil.

Guess I'll just find out when I get there.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I am perfectly human, even if I do not sound it!" Francis raised an eyebrow. "I have a form of autism that makes me, well, sound a bit odd. I am also socially awkward if you could not tell."

"To be honest, most people with my form of autism are desired by tech industries because we are good with numbers and programming." He sounded a bit proud, before changing the subject. "I am sure we're headed there, but we should not let our guard down. The others could have escaped, or Arcade set some sort of trap that not even we tech-Sync employees knew about."

[tangledwebs]

"Oh, hey, wasn't getting all judgey-wudgey. I was just curious is all." The place they were in was very cold, very technical. Lifeless, almost.

"So. Are we there yet?"