|Matrix Thrill-ogy II|
|Host||Social Darwin & Lost in Space|
|Link||Matrix Thrill-Ogy II|
|Size||22 Players (Large)|
|Start Date||March 11, 2009|
|Winning Faction||Agents (Baddies)|
|First to Die||StarTiger|
|Last Remaining||Voltage, IDoNotExist, Joe's Student CrazyPainter, SomeGuy, CyberSpace17|
It began on March 11, 2009 and ended in a Agents (Baddies) win in D4 (March 19th).
Constructor - Lost in Cyber Space
Programmer (D/N posts) - Social Darwin
All actions are 5/6 chance success, unless stated otherwise.
ACTIONS CAN NOT BE USED ON SELF
IF NEO DIES before D2 - he can pass on his ability in dying, but becomes 2/3 chance sucess.
LYNCH CYCLES require a minimum of two substantial posts, or you will loose secret, then ability, then replaced.
CYCLES: 24 hour Days and Nights. This will be adhered to as strictly as possible.
The corrupted code of one player must be deleted from the Matrix each day. In the event of a tie between two or more players, I will roll a die (RNG 1-6) for each player. Lowest number is eliminated.
Blocks and Failed Actions will generally be handled in one of two ways:
- They will NOT appear in the night post at all. This is most likely.
- They will appear in the post as a player otherwise not completing his or her intended action.
- There are more than one example in the Night 1 post, although I will not say which are blocks and which are fails.
- The intended action, however I choose to word it, will simply not succeed.
Edit: I chose to add or omit blocks and failed actions in night posts at my discretion based on how they contributed to the story. You can be sure of one thing; if your action does succeed, it will appear in the night post.
Independent - Wincon: Return humans to Matrix and take control of programs. Cannot die at night.
- The Architect - A.I. taken over the programming of the Matrix and tries to keep the balance.
- Rewrites programs EVEN nights - all Agents and Rogues have ability and vote nullified, the player is not told.
- The Architect can use the ability of the player it nullified ONCE only, immediately or later.
- Humans are returned to the Matrix and memory of freedom erased.... IOW they become batteries again - shame to waste them!
Rogue Programs - Wincon: Be the only remaining faction in the game. Have BTSC.
- Merovingian (aka the Frenchman) - RID Kill D/N - all votes count double unless blocked. IF BOTH TWINS DIE, can kill on odd nights only
- Persephone - (Distraction) - Player chosen can not act that night. (Not same twice in a row. If Trinity is targetted - both players die/delete immediately)
- Twin #1 - Delete/kill - odd nights
- Twin #2 - Delete/kill - even nights
Agents - Wincon: Delete all other players. Chose an Agent to Kill every night. Odd nights can use a firewall on an Agent (player is safe that night). Have BTSC.
- Smith - RID kill D/N. Can use any deleted agent's secret ability if it has not been used
- Brown - Can 'spoil' one players vote each day
- Jones - Blocks
- Johnson - Spy
- Thompson - Odd nights can divert a players action to player of choice
Freed Humans - Wincon: Delete all other players. Some may acquire BTSC.
- Neo - the One - Deletes programs, all humans are safe from attack unless chosen twice. Invulnerable while Trinity is alive, once only he will auto save her if she is attacked but kill action is void
- Trinity - Random saves until she and Neo meet. Then: Saves him automatically and can block twice in the game
- Morpheus - Saves
- Cypher - Dice role: 1 or 2 = Spy for agents; 3 or 4 = Block; 5 or 6 = Save
- Apoc - Kidnaps using the Nebuchadnezzar, player spends 1N out of game
- Dozer - Block (not same player twice in a row)
- Tank - First Aid, 3/4 chance success
- Mouse - Identify one of the dead/deleted, but can not fail twice in a row, Knows Trinity (can't tell) and will die in her place 50/50 chance
- Switch - Kill/delete if Trinity dies
Usable Programs for Freed Humans
- Ceraph - Knows the Oracle, guards (automatically), can block once every night
- The Oracle - Spy, can get BTSC with Morpheus once he is found
- Key Maker - Reveal Role (any night not two in a row) - Picks role of freed human, I give details
Not all secrets were published. Host never gave final list, but this was patched together from what players shared after the game ended.
Thompson - Odd nights can divert a players action to player of choice
Cypher - Dice role - 1 or 2 Spy for agents, 3 or 4 Block, 5 or 6 Save
The Oracle - SPY, can get BTSC with Morpheus once he is found,
Neo - the One - Deletes programs, all humans are safe from attack unless chosen twice. Invulnerable while Trinity is alive,
Neo, Smith, Merovingian and Architect were meant to be 100% undetectable, spy results return blank.
The rouges had an option to convert an agent to be a "double agent"
Game Idea and ExpectationsEdit
Couple things that caught my eye from a hosting perspective:
Post #329 - Reaymond had correctly deduced the exact manner in which the Lynch occured and was dead on with all five of his insights. Having only played a few Mafias myself, I was floored to read what I thought only I (as host) understood at the time. Mucho Kudos to you Reay!
Night 3 Actions: GC (Trinity) saved JS. At the same time, JS blocked GC. JS wasn't attacked obviously, so no big deal, but the idea of GC trying to help the guy targeting him was kind of funny.
Night 4 Actions: (you'll soon understand why I titled it "If, Then")
- CP diverted Andro to Imp (which is why Neo attacked you at home)
- Voltage diverted MagicLuver to random target, which by RNG, turned out to be Imp as well (which is why Morpheus showed up)
And then this little love affair: (which eventually amounted to nothing)
- CS was supposed to Kill randro
- ST blocked CS
- SG had diverted ST to GC (who was saving JS again)
- Randro blocked SG
A couple nights were like that, with layers of If:Then logic. I'm sure some of you seasoned hosts have seen that before, but to n00b me, that was kinda fun. Like chasing my tail. :wacko:
In defense of LIS, we tried to help the Humans out mid-game by boosting abilities where appropriate, the problem there was inactivity. We were supposed to punish inactivity...Quick figures: 6 of the bottom 10 posters were Humans (the people who need to post most since they dont have BTSC). The combined number of posts for those six players is 53. For six players. In contrast, 6 of the top ten posters were bad or indie. and they were posting as frequently in the btsc. I feel the humans have only theirselves to blame. Hosts can only help those who help themselves. What good would it have done to boost your abilities midgame if you guys were just gonna fire blindly at each other...
- Voltage - Agent unknown
- IDoNotExist - Cypher
- Joe's Student - Agent unknown
- CrazyPainter - Agent Johnson
- SomeGuy - Agent unknown
- CyberSpace17 - Agent Thompson
note, some of the agents could not be identified
Day and Night PostsEdit
"Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony."
Neo had never forgotten those words. They were the words that set him free, the same that echoed in his head now. Neo's mind always wondered back to the beginning whenever he was uploaded into the Matrix. He reclined and tried to relax while to his left and right Trinity and Morpheus were preparing to jump into the digital whirlwind as well.
CLICK, ZIP - The sound was deafening. An instant whoosh of air, like a sonic boom, and then…nothing.
Where massive cities and skyscrapers and billions of people should have been, there was only white space. It immediately reminded Neo of the load program that Tank had first showed him, hollow yet all-encompassing. Silently, Trinity and Morpheus approached Neo from the sides. Before any of them could speak, large and dark letters appeared in the empty air before them, displayed one by one, until together they read:
[Redundancy Loop Error:0.1.6]://...Initiating Program "Xenocide v.1" - Login: Apprentice; Authorization Code: ****** [://Load Complete]
Back on the Nebuchaunezzer, Tank and Dozer scrambled furiously to locate their friends. "I don't get it," said Tank in a quiet panic, "it's like they...like they just disappeared!"
Where there was nothing before, suddenly Neo, Trinity and Morpheus found themselves in a room much like the one in which Neo first met Morpheus. They walked upstairs and into a large and vaulted study. In front of them stood a strong, old oak desk with nothing on it but a small metallic keyboard. Behind the desk, a dark leather chair faced away and out the window. As the chair slowly turned to face the three guests, the room was illuminated by an eerie gray light that seemed to come from nowhere. And in that light, Neo noticed that to his right were Agent Smith and four other Agents looking equally confused. That is, until they noticed Neo.
"Mr. Anderson!", Smith shouted as they leapt toward each other. But before either could move more than an inch, the man in the leather chair raised his hand and neither warrior advanced any further. It was as if an invisible wall existed between them - because it did.
"Comme les chiens, ils ne peuvent pas résister à la plus primitive des désirs," (Like dogs, they can not resist the most primitive desires), the Merovingian said. He was seated in the corner of the room on a red leather sofa with Persephone, his most beautiful and equally deadly bride. On either side of the sofa stood the Twins, arms crossed and ever-ready in this unfamiliar territory. Neither Twin moved a single muscle and all four Rogues waited patiently for whatever lay ahead. "What a cruel twist of fate that we're finally all together - and not a drop wine anywhere," Persephone joked softly.
It was then, for the first time, that the man behind the desk spoke. He was a young man, no more than thirty, but the air about him expressed only authority.
"Welcome. I am the Apprentice, but you may call me Darwin. I believe you already know my predecessor, the Architect." An older, silver-hair and bearded man stepped out of the shadows and took his place over the Apprentice's shoulder. "We've brought all of you here at considerable expense of both time and effort, so unlike my predecessor, I won't waste words. There is a problem inherent to the Matrix - a systemic anomaly that, if left unchecked, might destroy the system itself. Historically, the solution has been simply to recreate the system in duplicate. While this treats the temporary symptom, it leaves the disease viable to manifest itself repeatedly. Today, I am suggesting a new solution - a cure."
"Freed Humans - if you are able to defeat the Agents to your right and the Rogue Programs beyond them, then you shall have what you've truly longed for; freedom. Freedom from the Matrix...forever. Defeat your enemies and the Matrix will be terminated. Consequently, the machine world that is dependent on the Matrix will die. Lasting victory will be yours over the Machine World. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this, the Matrix world, as well."
Neo looked at Morpheus, then at Trinity, then back at the Apprentice. "It's worth fighting for, to be free."
"Worth dying for..." Trinity said as she gently reached out to squeeze Neo’s hand. "I hope you know what you're doing,” she whispered.
"Hope is all we have left," Morpheus whispered back.
"Hope! It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness. But very well," said the Apprentice.
"Agents - your task is the same. Defeat the Freed Humans to your left and the Rogue Programs to your right and you will have your reward. Your purpose will no longer be to return the systemic anomaly to its source. Your code will be released to you, to manipulate and replicate as you see fit. No longer a prisoner of the Matrix, but a hybrid, with the ability to infect imprisoned humans and wake them - leading them into the 'real' world to destroy Zion. Will you fight?"
In unison, without a whispered word, all five Agents nodded a single menacing "Yes."
"And lastly, Rogue Programs - you have but one task, albeit not a simple one. Survive. Outlast your opponents in this contest and I will provide you with an overwrite code. Merovingian, as one of the few entities able to directly manipulate the code which creates the Matrix, you are that program's unofficial power broker. Yet the code that created you is irrevocably mine to manipulate. Not if your win-condition is met. I will provide you with your overwrite code and the overwrite codes of your entourage. The Matrix will forever be your play toy."
"Il n'y a pas de vin doux que le goût de la puissance pure," said the Merovingian. "Bien sûr, nous sommes po" (There is no sweeter wine than the taste of pure power. Of course we're in.)
With a few strokes on the small keyboard to his right, the Apprentice returned everyone in the room to their original destinations. All but the Architect, that is.
"Apprentice, I am the Architect, the creator of the Matrix. I cannot stand by and watch as you single-handedly destroy my life's work. You must stop this madness at once!" Rising to face the Architect, the Apprentice turned and said, "You didn't think I was going to let you sit this one out, did you? Foolish old man."
The Apprentice thrust his hand forward through the Architects forehead and began transferring files. Within a short second, the real Architect's code found itself trapped in the Matrix, also now fighting for its life. His only hope: to return the Humans to the Matrix and take control of the Rogue Programs and Agents, effectively re-programming the Matrix from the inside. Only someone with his knowledge of the Matrix could do it - and so he stood alone.
In that same short second, the Architect's self-projected image, the one with the Apprentice's arm in his skull, was overwritten by the code of another, more powerful sentient being. One that called itself Lost In Space. The two exchanged a brief greeting and sat to watch the Matrix recreate itself, possibly for the last time.
|Night 1: Ricocheted Rogues|
|A fat and sweaty DC city cop sat in his squad car at a red light, complaining to himself about the traffic and the summer heat pounding on the pavement. With a violent zap of electricity, a few spasms of the head and neck, and a painfully twisted facial expression, Agent Brown had corrupted the human’s code. Adjusting his dark glasses and slim black tie, Agent Brown set off on his task.
Across the Atlantic, the Merovingian sat at a river-side café, dining on his usual delicacies and favorite red wine. Dabbing the remaining food away from his lips, the Merovingian noticed his lovely wife approaching with a sour look of disappointment on her face. “I’m sorry my love,” she said, “I know you sent me to seduce and entrance the eternal night one target, that bothersome Impervious, but the fact of the matter is…well…”
“Sauve-moi vos excuses!” interrupted the Merovingian. “Je n'ai pas de temps pour votre incompetence.” (Save me your excuses! I have no time for your incompetence.) With an impatient hand gesture, he summoned Twin #1 and whispered something in his ear. The Twin almost let a smile escape his lips, but before it did, he turned and headed off at once.
Dozer watched the green rain of the Matrix trickling down his monitors. He had been doing it aimlessly for the last hour or so. Then something jumped out at him. He recognized some of the code. Professor Templeton was quietly strolling the majestic halls of the Louvre Museum. The Professor was a huge fan of the “Gates of Heaven” exhibit and spent most of his free time admiring its masterpieces. In the reflection of one of his favorite sculptures, Professor Templeton caught a brief glimpse of something. No, someone. Someone tall, menacing, and dressed in metallic silver from head to toe. A Twin! Without turning around to face his attacker, the Professor walked briskly around the corner and then took off in a full sprint. He knew the halls of the Louvre better than anyone and in a few daft twists and turns, had escaped through a back service entrance. His work for the night was not done, of course, but the Professor thought better of staying out any later and retreated to the safety of his home. The Twin, frustrated, returned to the Merovingian’s café.
Agent Brown had used the police computer to locate the residence of his target. Not that he really needed to, all the information had already be uploaded directly into his memory. None-the-less, it amused him to play with the primitive calculators humans called computers. He arrived at 3845 Star Tiger Lane. In the nanosecond it took Brown to make the connection between his target and the street name, all the news articles of how Star Tiger got a street named after her flooded his mind, enraging him. He ran to the front door, kicked it straight back into the house and scanned the marble entrance. Nothing. Then, as if from the ceiling behind him, Star Tiger jumped down out of nowhere and landed her knees directly on Brown’s shoulders, hitting him mercilessly in the head. She hoisted herself up slightly and thrust herself backward, flipping through the air and sending Brown face first into the marble floor. She landed a few feet away, silently, softly, agile as a cat. Brown would waste no time fighting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote with a blinking red button. His jacket opened slightly to expose the C-4 vest strapped to his chest. No escape – Star Tiger’s eyes went wide. Without warning, Morpheus had appeared through the phone in kitchen, rushed as fast as humanly possible to Star Tiger, grabbed her by the arm without stopping, and managed to get both of them through the front door as the bomb went off. Their bodies were hurled through the air and into the front lawn. Among the shrapnel that went flying away from the blast, Star Tiger noticed a molten police badge and the shredded body parts of an overweight cop. "Thanks Morpheus," Star Tiger said. "I owe you one."
The Merovingian slammed his fist down on the small dining table, spilling his red wine onto the white table cloth. It looked strikingly like blood. “Since my entire entourage is incompetent, I will obviously need hired help. I have a meeting with someone of importance. Excuse me.” With that, the Merovingian stood up and left the café, the dripping wine pooling on the floor.
Agents Smith, Thompson, and Johnson sat in a nondescript office building, about sixty stories up, starting intently at a computer screen. Smith was typing furiously, trying to bypass several levels of CIA security programs. No matter what he tried, the same two words always flashed back into his face: “ACCESS DENIED”. That’s it, he had reached his boiling point. Removing the small bud from his ear, Smith left the room and slammed the door. Johnson squinted for a moment at the computer screen. click-click-click He changed only the input-prompt and, much to his silent delight, “ACCESS GRANTED.” Smith may be able to battle Neo in hand-to-hand combat, but Johnson always was better with a computer. Meanwhile, Thompson just sat by and played with Google Maps on his iPhone. Johnson smacked him in the back of his head.
The Merovingian was approaching the Brazilian bar he knew JarZe liked to frequent. He opened the door and stepped into a darkly lit waiting area polluted with the sounds of Samba and cigar smoke. A beautiful Latina walked by, admiring the Merovingian’s suit and smiling seductively. Their eyes caught for a moment. The Merovingian looked down to check his watch, looked back up and… a beautiful Latina walked by, admiring the Merovingian’s suit and smiling seductively. Déjà vu. Uh oh, something had changed. Instead of finding JarZe, the Merovingian notice Zerep sitting in the corner of what was now a TexMex restaurant. He was now in SoCal. “Comment l'enfer ...” (How the hell…) It was as if someone had slid their finger across a map and moved the Merovingian through the Western hemisphere. Regardless, the Merovingian was determined to find competent henchmen, so he approached Zerep’s booth. As he got closer, he noticed that Zerep was not alone. By the time he reached the edge of the booth, he recognized the serious looking woman sitting with him. Trinity. “This is a private dinner and I suggest you leave immediately,” said Trinity, opening her leather jacket to reveal the armory of weapons beneath it. The Merovingian smiled politely, disguising his simultaneous fear and contempt, and left without argument.
“Pour tous ses plaisirs, même un voleur peut avoir une mauvaise journée,” he muttered on his way back home.
(For all its pleasures, even a Rogue can have a bad day.)
|Day 1: The All-Seeing Eye|
|The Apprentice sat in his dimly lit study, examining the terabytes of green code streaming down his computer screens. Somewhere in the Matrix a Player's code had been inexplicably corrupted. The only way to maintain system stability was to delete the damaged code entirely. While many Matrix Users petitioned the Apprentice to delete this code or that, to the Apprentice there was only one clear choice. The User known as Reaymond must be terminated at once.
So the Apprentice did what he always does. He clicked "Start"; "Control Panels"; "Add/Remove Program" and waited patiently for the list of Players to populate. God how he loathed working on his brother's Window's based computer. Reaymond, not entirely unaware of his impending doom, swam laps nervously around his pool trying to keep himself calm.
All at once, the water from inside the pool disappeared, causing Reaymond to drop like a stone to the bottom of an empty pool. Then the walls of the pool vanished. Then the clouds and the sky. Reaymond's reality was being erased byte by byte. He could feel the world around him deconstructing. What startled him most, however, was the subtle and almost eerie ringing of a telephone. Reaymond turned around to see the Oracle standing behind him, holding in her outstretched hand an old black rotary phone. It rang again. She smiled the most comforting smile Reaymond had ever seen and said, “I think it’s for you.”
The Apprentice’s list of Removable Players had finally populated and…no Reaymond. Reaymond had managed to get out of the Matrix before he could be deleted. Somebody had saved him. The Apprentice shrugged, turned to face his window and decided to watch the real rain trickle down his window instead.
|AMBER Alert: Missing Persons Bulletin|
Host Message 0.6.0, on 00:00 AM, said:
AMBER Alert: Missing Persons Bulletin
Apoc has successfully kidnapped Impervious using the Nebuchannezzar.
|Night 2: Terrible Twos|
Apoc sat at the helm of the Nebuchadnezzar punching in the coordinates to his destination. Within minutes he was silently hovering his ship over andromeda’s house. With a few more keystrokes, Apoc had hacked the land line. andromeda’s phone rang. “Hello?” “Hello andro, this is Apoc. I’ve been looking for you. Now we can do this one of two ways: (A) I can land this ship in the street and you can come aboard in a civilized manner; or (B) I can crash my grappling claw through the top of your roof and snatch you out of your seat. It’d be more fun for me to use the claw, but it’d make an awful mess of your house. andro sighed, hung up the phone, and reached for her jacket. As she was being escorted to the ship’s holding cells, she recognized a familiar face. “Hey andro!” shouted Impervious from his cell. “Ha, ha…Looks like they nabbed you too.”
In a quiet library of a Canadian suburb, the hacker known as Artificial I was enjoying his usual fare. He loved making a mess of cyberspace, if only to watch less techno-savvy n00bs scramble to boot him from their networks. He enjoyed it so much in fact that it had built him a rap-sheet with authorities worldwide. “AI, we know you’re in there! Come out with your hands up!” The police had the building surrounded and were preparing to breach. AI smiled. He had evaded the police before; this should be a piece of cake. He walked to the window and casually looked out at the sea of squad cars. To his horror, he noticed among them a non-descript black car with suit standing next to it. An Agent! He scrambled to gather his gear and wipe his laptop’s hard drive. He had to get out as quickly as possible. AI ran to a side entrance, one facing away from the main street and burst through the door. Agent Thompson was already waiting on the side, gun drawn. AI never heard the shot that broke through his rib and struck him in the heart. All he saw was his own reflection in Thompson’s dark glasses – then nothing.
The Rogue Programs sat at a private booth in the VIP section of an upscale Paris night club. Laser lights and techno music set the entire building abuzz. The Merovingian leaned forward and frowned at his laptop. He had finally devised a program that, when used correctly, would allow him to terminate anyone inside the Matrix. All he had to do was correctly pair the Matrix User with their Role. The Matrix User’s name blinked on the screen. The Merovingian thought for a second then typed A-R-C-H-I-T-E-C-T. He hit enter. The program initiated a cross-matching search. It would take a few minutes to find its target and report back to the Merovingian that his guess was incorrect. In the mean time, the Merovingian turned to Persephone and Twin #2. The club music bumping loud, the Merovingian words were only audible to his wife. She grabbed Twin #2 and together they left the club and walked out into the dark, brisk night.
After taking a night to orient himself, the Architect finally adjusted to having been thrust into the Matrix unwillingly. He had bought a penthouse apartment and all the computer hardware and software he would need to rewrite the Matrix from the inside. He had his first target in mind before he even finished connecting the all computer wires; IDoNotExist.
Trinity managed to duck the first punch but the second caught her square in the jaw, sending her tumbling backwards. “You’re faster than this, Trinity. Don’t think you are…know you are!” Morpheus pulled down the sleeves of his kimono. “Tank, we’re done with training for today. Thank you.” “If it’s all the same to you Morpheus, I’d like to go into the Matrix for a while. I need to see a friend about something.” Once Morpheus was back on the ship, Trinity made the jump into the Matrix world and headed towards her destination. As she pulled up, she noticed Agent Brown waiting for her. Luckily, Agent Brown didn’t seem interested in fighting. He just looked at Trinity as if to say, “your move”. Trinity thought better of the confrontation and would have to head elsewhere. Trinity slammed her fist on the steering wheel as she drove off, frustrated that an Agent had diverted her action.
Tank loaded the disk of medical tools into his computer as fast as he could. Time was not on his side. Swinging his chair from keyboard to keyboard, Tank worked tirelessly to locate Artificial I in the Matrix while preparing all the tools he would need. Tank was a better doctor than even he could have guessed. Artificial I gasped a ghostly breath as the color flooded back to his pale face. The wound in his chest was gone. Only his bloody shirt and the soaked pavement would hint at the attack he had suffered. AI rose to his feet, concealed his bloody shirt under his jacket, grabbed his backpack and kept a low profile on his way home. He’d think twice about hacking in public again.
IDoNotExist fell to his knees and grabbed the sides of his head, yelling in pain. He felt as if his brain was on fire inside his skull and was trying to burst out off his temples. The Architect was rewriting his code from somewhere inside the Matrix. The fire spread from behind IDNE’s eyes and down his spine. The pain riddled his body, sending him into spasms. Trinity, still fuming about her recent encounter, almost didn’t see IDNE in the middle of the street as she swerved to avoid hitting him. She slammed on her brakes, causing the car to skid to a stop. She jumped out and rushed to IDNE’s side. “What’s happening to me?!” IDNE screamed. “We’ve got to get you out of here fast! Tank, I need an exit!” Before IDNE could make sense of what was happening, the pain subsided and was replaced with a blinding white light. When he could finally see through squinted eyes, he noticed he was no longer in the Matrix. “You’ll be fine,” he heard Trinity say, “Just rest and we’ll return you when you’re ready.” She had saved his life.
Star Tiger had finished checking into her hotel room and unpacking the clothes she just bought. She was muttering quietly to herself about the damned Agents and why they blew up her house. Her mind preoccupied with the recent attack, Star Tiger barely noticed how hungry she was. She changed, headed to the hotel entrance and had a bellhop hail her a cab. The cab dropped her off a five star restaurant and Star Tiger was seated immediately. Enjoying her dinner and minding her own business, Star Tiger was startled by the request. “Mind if I join you?” The voice belonged to an unusually beautiful woman who introduced herself as Persephone. The two chatted quietly over a lamp-lit table about nothing in particular. Star Tiger was so enthralled with this strange woman that she never noticed the silver-clad man sitting at the bar, watching them intently. When the time was right, Twin #2 walked up behind the distracted Star Tiger, stuck a needle in her neck, and silently walked away. Star Tiger could barely make out Persephone’s last words of good-bye as everything went blurry then black. Her pulse slowed…then stopped. Star Tiger had eaten her last meal.
|Day 2.1: Secret Day-gent Man|
|Agent Smith casually put his hand to his ear. His ear piece was rapidly transmitting data directly into his brain. The Agent Mainframe had finally RID’d their first target. He stood from his chair, loaded his 0.50 caliber Desert Eagle and slid it into the shoulder holster under his suit jacket.
JarZe sat at his favorite Salsa bar enjoying a mid-afternoon margarita. The door to the darkly lit bar opened, spilling sunlight over the dusty floor, and causing most people inside to squint at the silhouette walking through the door. JarZe, however, recognized the stranger right away. The first gunshot whistled past the barman and would have hit JarZe square in the temple had he not pushed himself backwards and rolled out of the way. The bullet struck the wall behind him, splintering the decorative wooden panel.
JarZe leapt to his feet and rushed at Agent Smith, knocking the gun from his hands. At the same time, JarZe landed two solid body shots and a strong right cross that sent Smith’s glasses flying from his face. Smith countered with heavy uppercut that lifted JarZe right off his feet followed by a vicious kick to the chest. JarZe flew backwards through a table, knocking it over and flinging it contents across the floor. JarZe wearily reclaimed his footing, dusted himself off, and went at Smith with a flurry of punches and kicks. Smith managed to block every attack JarZe could muster. Smith parried JarZe’s last punch, grabbed him by the forearm and flipped him viciously over another table. JarZe tasted blood. His body ached. JarZe was losing this one and they both knew it. Smith calmly walked over, picked up his gun, and stood over JarZe’s bloodied and bruised body.
From outside the bar, two gunshots were heard in quick succession. A moment later, Agent Smith emerged victorious, tucking the gun back into his jacket. He touched his ear piece with a single finger and said, “My job here is done. JarZe has been terminated.”
|Day 2.2: Monday, Bloody Monday|
|Reaymond was aboard the Nebuchadnezzar tending to his usual computer-programmer duties. He always felt better on the ship than in the Matrix. At least here he was safe from the Architect, the Rogue Programs and those murderous Agents. Plus, as everyone well knew, Reaymond loved his work. “Hey, Reay – all work and no play makes you a dull boy. Wanna drink?” Reaymond smiled and got up from his seat and walked toward the voice calling him from the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, a hand covered his mouth from behind while the cold steel of butcher’s knife made its way across his throat. The life-blood draining from his body, Reaymond’s head slumped over and he went limp in the arms of his attacker. His body was dragged to the railing of the main deck and pushed over into a large and rapidly-spinning cooling fan. His flesh was shredded to pieces as the bulk of his body weight broke the fan, sending metal, blood, bones and sparks flying. “Everyone come quick!!” shouted a voice from the main deck. “There’s been a terrible accident!”
host later clarified after players were confused:
Host Message 0.3.6, on 00:00 AM, said:
Perhaps I should have been less sutble. All the clues are contained in the post itself.
To me, all 3 things lead to one logical conclusion: He was betrayed by a human.
|Day 2.3: Death of an Architect|
|Itachi-san sat at his newly-bought networking hub in his plush new penthouse. The sun was setting over the city skyline and for a moment Itachi-san remembered how beautiful his creation was, even if it was only a program. Itachi-san smiled inwardly and felt for a moment a sense of pride and accomplishment. Maybe he could survive in the Matrix, at least long enough to right the wrongs committed by the Freed Humans, Rogue Programs and Smith and his Agents.
Itachi-san rubbed his eyes and turned to his computer to prepare for the long night of programming ahead. His thoughts of work were interrupted by a loud commotion outside in the street. He walked over to his sliding glass door, opened it, and stepped out onto his balcony. The commotion burst into the roar of nearly a dozen angry Matrix Users. Some of them were yelling at Itachi-san to come down and surrender, they knew who he was. Others were calling for his blood. The most dangerous of them, however, were setting up base charges at critical points on the building‘s structure. They were going to level the building with Itachi-san in it. A few among them pleaded for everyone to stop, saying that Izzy was a more dangerous target and he lived just around the corner.
The mob would not be settled. Itachi-san raised his hands and shouted, “I’m not who you think I am! I am not the Architect!” He was lying of course and the mob knew it. Voltage emerged from front door of the building, faced the mob and said, “Here lays the true danger. And may he lay here forever more.” With that, Voltage armed the detonator, turned to face Itachi-san’s balcony, and pressed the button. The whole building folded inward, sending Itachi-san and his computers to the bottom of a million tons of rubble.
A block away, Izzy felt the ground tremble and saw a huge cloud of dust and concrete plume up into the sky. “Itachi-san’s place” he said to himself. “Well, better him than me.” He closed his windows to keep the dust from floating in.
|Night 3.1: Mighty Merovingian|
|Professor Templeton was walking the halls of the Louvre Museum shortly after sunset. The last rays of day danced on the red carpet of the Louvre as Professor Templeton made his way to the Renaissance exhibit. When he arrived, the exhibit was all but empty except for the presence of a well-dressed Frenchman. “Charmante, n'est-ce pas?” (Beautiful, aren't they?) asked the Merovingian, his finger sliding lightly down the blade of an old, French sword. “Very,” responded the Professor. “Rather careless to keep them so sharp!” the Merovingian said as he spun around to strike the Professor with a sword from the wall.
The Professor had secured himself a sword from a near-by suit of armor and blocked the Merovingian’s attack just in time. The Professor blocked, shuffle-stepped and countered exactly as he had learned in fencing. The Merovingian recognized the technique immediately and assumed a fencing stance. The two dueled back and forth on the thin red carpet of the Louvre for a solid ten minutes, exchanging glancing blows, ducking, dodging, jumping, countering, until finally the Merovingian had had enough. The Professor lunged at the Merovingian, but with a quick flick of his wrist the Merovingian disarmed him and held a pointed edge to the Professor’s throat. The Merovingian used the blade to raise the Professor’s chin. “Any last words?” taunted the Merovingian. The Professor said nothing. “Quelle honte," sighed the Merovingian as the thrust the blade through the Professors throat. He backed the Professor up against a wall and thrust his sword into the stone wall, leaving the Professor suspended by his neck. Professor Templeton had become a permanent part of the Renaissance exhibit.
|Night 3.2: Début Dud|
|Impervious finished packing his lenses and extra flash battery and zipped up his camera bag. On such a beautiful night, he could not resist a quick trip to the park for a few scenic snapshots. The fountain in the center of the park would be perfectly lit by the near-full moon and he could already smell the cool, fresh air, heavy with the scent of the park’s budding flora. Impervious double-checked his mental list and headed for the door.
The park was only a short walk away and when Impervious arrived he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not alone. A beautiful, dark haired and fair-skinned woman sat barefoot on the edge of the fountain, her slender fingers idly skimming the surface of the water. “Finally, we get the chance to meet,” Persephone said in her most seductive voice. “I see you brought your camera. Hmmm. Perhaps you’d like to take a few pictures of me?” Impervious’ blood got hot and his face flushed. He was sold. He decided he wasn’t leaving the park (or this woman) for the rest of the night.
Meanwhile, Zerep was out in the early evening, trying to nail a new BMX trick he learned over the weekend. Zerep always loved trying out new tricks, especially at his local high-school, because he knew how much it aggravated the custodians. Zerep revved up some good speed, ramped over a stairwell and managed to catch his pegs on the rail, skating him down over 10 steps like they weren’t even there. He made it look easy. “Hey you! Kid! What did I tell you about riding your bike here!” the custodian yelled. “If you don’t knock it off I’m gonna have to call the copsssaaaarrrrggghh!!” The custodian’s push-broom fell to the ground. Agent Brown stood in his place. “Oh, sh*t!” Zerep mouthed as he turned his bike around to peddle away as quickly as possible.
Along the Appalachian Mountains, the cloudy sky was nearly torn in two as Neo darted through the air at Mach speed. He was reading the code of the landscape beneath him, searching for someone in particular. There, climbing high among the rocks, Neo spotted his target; Izzy. She was almost to the summit of a small peak when she heard the whoosh of something fly by. Frightened to say the least, Izzy climbed as hard as she could to reach the summit. She managed to get her hand over top and pull herself up. Neo cocked his head and smiled dryly. He was already waiting for her.
Zerep was sweating hard and peddling harder. Agent Brown was chasing him down the street and closing in fast. Zerep finally reached a downhill stretch that would give him just enough momentum to stay out of Brown’s reach. Zerep leaned forward and tried to create as much downhill force as possible. Zerep looked back over his shoulder and sure enough Agent Brown was slowing down to a jog, then a walk. He had given up. Zerep reached the bottom of the hill, sighed in relief and let go of the handlebars. He coasted for a few more feet into an intersection and BAM! He was steamrolled by a speeding garbage truck. His soft body imprinted itself in the grille of the garbage truck and his head burst like a melon on the windshield. The twisted metal of his bike fell beneath the truck dragging along with it his broken body. THUMP THUMP. Brown turned the windshield wipers on to wash away the thick blood and brain splatter.
Izzy readied herself to fight Neo, knowing already that her battle was lost. This was the One! Few people ever survived an encounter with the One. She put up her fists, meagerly at first, but then decided if she was going to fight, she would fight to the finish. She charged at Neo, swinging furiously with both fists. Neo calmly blocked her attacks as he backed up. Izzy kicked at Neo hard but he blocked it easily with his left leg. Then, planting his left and spinning himself around, Neo nailed her with a powerful sidekick that sent her reeling. In the blink of an eye, Izzy was on all fours trying to catch her breath as Neo approached. His right fist was glowing orange, hot like the sun. Surely this was the killing blow. Neo cocked his fist back and Izzy closed her eyes. A brief hesitation. She was still alive…Izzy opened her eyes just in time to see Twin #1 tackle Neo to the ground. The Twin bounced back up, picked Izzy up off the ground, and flung them both over the cliff edge. In mid-fall, the Twin bear-hugged Izzy and they vanished from Neo’s sight. The two reappeared at the foot of the mountain and finished making their escape. Izzy had survived.
|Day 3.1: Axed Alliance|
|Agent Smith had been watching the green rain of the Matrix for some time now, eagerly awaiting confirmation from the Agent Mainframe. Again, he touched his hand to his ear. The Mainframe had produced a match.
Izzy sat at home on her couch, still recovering from her recent encounter with Neo. She nervously drummed her nails on the coffee table as she waited for a reply to her last Matrix post. It was obvious now that the Freed Humans wanted her dead, but maybe she could bargain for her life. After all, she had quite a bit of useful information.
The door bell rang. “Who is it?” Izzy called from the couch, still staring at the blinking cursor on her screen. “Flower delivery for Ms. Izzy” came the monotonous reply. Izzy got up from the couch and walked to the door. She peered out through the peep-hole. The entire sphere was filled with a bouquet of roses, obstructing the view of whoever stood behind. Izzy unlocked the door and opened it only a few inches and poked her head out. “Flower delivery,” the voice confirmed again. Izzy opened the door wide and reached out to accept the flowers. “I just need you to sign here,” the voice said as he handed her a clipboard. Izzy took the clipboard and signed on the dotted line. She looked back up to return the clipboard and instead was looking down the barrel of a silver Desert Eagle. The gun was so close to her face that the tip of it tickled her forehead.
“I should be more specific,” said Agent Smith. “These flowers are not for you. They’re for your funeral.” He pulled the trigger. Izzy’s blood painted the walls behind her. Her body slumped to the floor, resting in the center of the open doorway. As Agent Smith walked away, a light spring breeze rustled the rose pedal bouquet which lay resting over her never-beating heart. The card with the bouquet read, “Request Denied".
|Day 3.2: Début Part Duex|
|Neo was pissed. He finally had found a target, was ready to strike, and that damn Twin came and spoiled it all. Neo sat in mid-air, miles above the earth’s surface, contemplating his next move. Then, as the sun was rising on the horizon, an idea dawned on him. He took off at lightning speed for Rio de Janeiro.
Renan sat on the shore of the Brazilian beach, penciling down small plot ideas for his book. The rhythmic rolling of the tide always helped him to relax, which in turn ignited his creativity. For a moment, however, it seemed as if something strange were happening far out to sea. From the shore it looked like a tiny black boat was trying to outrun a giant swell of ocean waves. As the boat got closer, Renan realized it was not a boat at all. It was Neo flying full speed toward the shore just above the rocking waves. The sheer force with which Neo flew caused the water behind him to swell like a tsunami tidal wave. As Neo reached the shore, the tidal wave slammed into the coastline, consuming everything it touched and burying it beneath a thousand feet of water.
Renan struggled to collect his bearings under water and swim to the surface. As he was about to reach the top and gasp for a well-needed breath, something grabbed hold of his foot. It was Neo. Neo dragged Renan straight down 100 feet to where the light rays barely penetrated the water. Neo, of course, knew that there was no air inside the Matrix and as such needed no breath. Renan, however, very much needed to breathe and couldn’t. He struggled violently, flailing like a fish in a net, trying to escape Neo’s grasp. But in the end he couldn’t. Renan clawed at the invisible underwater ceiling, the light rays jumping to and fro on the surface of the water until they faded away.
|Day 3.3: Between Life and Death|
|The Apprentice, being far from human, sometimes wondered what it meant to be human. What did words like love, trust, and honor really mean? While he waited for the Matrix Users to select a string of corrupted code for deletion, the Apprentice reached for his interactive Encyclopedia Humanica. The Encyclopedia Humanica was another program created by Lost in Space that had a rather interesting function. It served as a databank for all things related to human beings and auto-updated itself as events occurred in real time in the Matrix. Thumbing through, the Apprentice reached the section entitled Honor. Within Honor there was a sub-section that caught the Apprentice's eye. The section was titled Seppuku. He read it.
“Seppuku was originally reserved only for samurai. Part of the samurai honor code, seppuku was used voluntarily by samurai to die with honor rather than fall into the hands of their enemies. Seppuku is performed by plunging a sword into the abdomen and moving the sword left to right in a slicing motion.”
The entire entry began to blink as a line of scrolling text appeared beneath it. “Updating…please wait.” When the entry had finished updating, the following paragraph had been added.
“Occasionally, when an individual’s death is perceived as inevitable, that individual may resort to self-termination. The objective is, when faced with painful death at the hands of an enemy, to choose instead honorable death at one’s own hands.
Last known instance of Seppuku: BrandonB.”
The Apprentice was shocked. He put down the encyclopedia and quickly turned to his computer. Sure enough, the code sequence that governed Matrix User BrandonB had managed to delete itself from the Matrix.
The Apprentice chuckled. “This job just get’s better and better.”
|Night 4: If, Then|
|Neo was having trouble sleeping. He’d lay awake at night restless, his thoughts haunted with images just outside his reach. He felt like something terrible was going to happen, only he had no idea what. Blurry visions of bright lights and neon code, darting shadows and strange shapes plagued his dreams. Neo sat up in bed. He decided to head into the Matrix, maybe killing someone would make him feel better.
CyberSpace was already inside. He was in the sparring/training room at the gym, swinging a wooden bow around with expert precision. Several standing targets were positioned around the room, each with the ability to beep and light up when struck. After a nice, solid warm up CyberSpace turned off the lights and closed the door. He was in complete darkness. Standing in the center of the room, he began to sway a little, spinning the bow back and forth rapidly with both hands. When he got into a good rhythm and the bow felt strong in his grip, CyberSpace exploded into action. To the untrained eye, it looked as if he was trying to dodge the bow from hitting him, all the while landing vicious strikes on the surrounding targets. The popping of his bow as it hit the target coincided with a brief flash of orange light. Soon, the entire room seemed to dance harmoneously to the dozens of strikes, flashes and beeps. CyberSpace was working up a great sweat when suddenly the lights turned back on.
Neo walked the quiet streets of suburbia, scowling at warmly lit house, at every neatly cut lawn. The artificialness of it all was starting to get to him. He finally reached his target’s house. Neo walked around to the side, trampling a few small shrubs along the way for good measure. Neo pulled the machine gun out from underneath his coat and started spraying bullet after bullet through the thin vinyl siding. Impervious was in his photo-lab darkroom developing last night’s roll of film. He couldn’t wait to see how the pictures from the park would turn out. Underneath the red light, Impervious dipped the matte photo paper this chemical and that before hanging each to dry. Without warning, a bullet tore through the photo still in Impervious’ hands and flew through the wall inches from his face. Several more followed close behind, hitting the chemical trays and splashing flammable liquids everywhere. A stray bullet burst the red bulbs hanging overhead and sent a shower of sparks down onto the liquids. In a flash, the whole room was ablaze and bullets were still flying. Impervious dropped to the floor and crawled on all fours to safety. There, in his hallway, was Morpheus. “We’ve got to get you outta here!” Morpheus shouted over the cackling flames and whistling bullets.
Back at the gym, CybersSpace squinted in the bright florescent lights of the training room at the person who had just walked through the door, turned on the lights, and interrupted his session. A strikingly beautiful woman with dark hair and dark eyes leaned leisurely against the door frame. “You look good,” she said. “Think you can go a couple rounds with me?” Persephone turned off the lights and shut the door. Soon, an entirely different type of music filled the room.
“Morpheus, what the hell are you doing here?!” Impervious was ducking low as he and Morpheus made their way through his house and out the front door. “I’m not really sure,” said Morpheus, “but at the moment, it’s a good thing for you that I am. Stay down!” A bullet whizzed between their heads. Morpheus opened the front door and dragged Impervious out behind him.
“Neo!!! Neo!! What are you doing?!” Morpheus shouted. Neo released his finger from the trigger. The barrel of the gun was still hot and smoking.
“Morpheus?! What the…and Impervious, is that you?”
“Yes, Neo. It’s me.” replied Impervious. “You could have killed me! And you destroyed half my house!! Are you crazy?”
“I thought…well….hmmm.” Neo scowled and starred down at the pile of shell casing at his feet. Then, after a short silence, “What are you doing here, Morpheus?”
Morpheus just shrugged. “Come on you two; let’s get out of here before anyone else shows up.”
|Day 4.1: Dream Come True|
|Trinity darted from rooftop to rooftop. Her feet slammed hard on the soft tar of the industrial low-rises beneath her. And Agent Smith was close behind. It was hard to tell which beat louder, his thundering footsteps or her racing heart. The pulse pounding in her ears was deafening. A huge gap between buildings, eight lanes of traffic stories below. Trinity reached the edge and sprung forward, hovering in the air long enough to glimpse the glimmering city life beneath her and landed on the other side. She tucked, rolled, and took off again at full sprint. THUD. Smith had made the jump too. sh*t. The air burned like fire in her lungs. She couldn’t run forever…but Smith could.
Trinity jumped another gap, the world around her silent in midflight. THUD, THUD. Smith was gaining ground. There, to her right, a construction crane. Trinity reached out, grabbed hold of the scaffolding and climbed. She moved up the scaffolding like jungle a cat climbs trees, all four limbs digging in, gripping, propelling her upward. A dozen feet below, Smith pursued her, jumping from scaffold to scaffold, powerful, effortless. His energy supply was infinite and Trinity’s was quickly running out. She reached the top of the crane, teetered across the top and jumped to an adjacent roof. She landed on the building’s helipad, got up to run…and stopped. There was no where to go. The city skyline stretched for miles around her, but twenty stories below. She did what every person does when confronted with an agent; she ran. She ran far and fast. And in the end, here she was…with no where left to run. She felt utterly and completely alone.
“Hello Trinity.” She turned around to face Agent Smith. He hadn’t even broken a sweat. If he said anything else, she didn’t hear it. What she heard was each individual clack-boom of the fourteen hollow-tipped rounds coming in slow motion to kill her. Trinity dodged as best she could, slipping and swimming around each glistening bullet. She moved quickly, like Agents do, but not fast enough. A bullet had struck her thigh, lodging itself deep into her muscle tissue. Another landed a glancing blow to her ribs, fracturing the bone in two places. She lay on the ground panting for breath. If she counted right, Agent Smith still had one bullet left in his gun. He walked slowly towards her as she struggled to her feet. She’d be damned if she made this easy.
Trinity managed to stand, holding her ribs with one arm, and gathered the last of her strength. She turned her back to Agent Smith and took one final run towards the edge of the helipad. She would never survive the fall, but Trinity didn’t care. She ran and she jumped. Agent Smith raised his gun, took careful aim, and sent the last bullet spiraling towards her. His aim was true. The bullet hit Trinity in the back, just below her left shoulder blade, and settled in her heart. Trinity plummeted fifty stories to her death.
Neo woke from his sleep, startled by the somber entrance of Morpheus. From his expression, Neo knew at once that she was dead. It only made sense. All along, in his dreams, the lights and shadows and sounds…they made sense. They were the dying visions of Trinity as she fell. The lights of the buildings flooding by, the shadows of darkness, the ever-rushing wind. She was gone. And for the first time in his life, Neo wept.
The Matrix Has What's Left Of You.
|Day 4 End Post|
|Host Message x.1.x, on 99:99 PM, said:
Matrix Thrill-ogy II has ended.
The AGENTS have won!
May God have mercy on your human souls. (host was going to write a subsequent epic end post, but things came up, day concluded with Neo being lynched after no contest)
End of Game RosterEdit
- andromeda - Neo Lynched D4
- Voltage - Agent unknown
- Jarze - Apoc - Killed by Agent Smith D2
- Prof. T - The Oracle- Killed by the Merovingian N3
- IDoNotExist - Cypher
- Joe's Student - Agent unknown
- Star Tiger - Dozer - Killed by Twin #2 N2
- CrazyPainter - Agent Johnson
- Renan - -Twin#2 - Killed by Neo D3
- MagicLuver101 - Morpheus
- Randro - Tank
- Grey Cells - Trinity - Killed by Agent Smith D4
- Impervious - Keymaker
- A.I. - Ceraph
- R.M.Z - Persephone
- Reaymond - Mouse- Killed aboard the Nebuchadnezzar D2
- SomeGuy - Agent unknown
- Izzy - Merovingian - Killed by Agent Smith D3
- Zerep - Switch - Killed by Agent Brown N3
- CyberSpace17 - Agent Thompson
- Itachi-san - Architect - Lynched D2
- Brandonb - Twin #1 - Lynched D3