What if it was all a lie?

[quote=Wintermond]The story is cool so far. I want a freaking fight.[/quote]

[quote=B-Wong]THEORY CRAFTING AT ITS FINEST.[/quote]

[quote=Nighthawk][quote=JEFFY40HANDS] Tryn gets an extra 5 seconds before he blows his load. "Undying Erection" so it's potentially a 10 second encounter. Tryn hates Riot for his nerf (so does Ashe) [/quote] Nominated for best post :P +rep[/quote]

[quote=B-Wong][quote=JEFFY40HANDS] Tryn gets an extra 5 seconds before he blows his load. "Undying Erection" so it's potentially a 10 second encounter. Tryn hates Riot for his nerf (so does Ashe) [/quote] Have an undying erection? Please consult the doctor.[/quote]

[quote=Jebus McAzn][quote=jhoijhoi] It was quiet. Pitch black. Disorientation swarmed over her senses, rendering her spatial awareness useless. Slowly light began to register to her wide and panicked eyes. Shapes materialised out of the darkness. She tentatively ran her hands over herself, her palms skimming the naked skin of her torso and stomach. No wounds, no bruises, no deformities. It was the same ever since she could remember. Waking up in the claustrophobic arms of black, the feeling of drowning in waves of nothingness. Not knowing who she was, where she was… what happened? As sight returned to her unblinking eyes, memories would flood back to her, each recollection pinching her, grabbing her, vying for her attention. They flashed behind her closed eyes, a kaleidoscope of too-bright images, they screamed obscenities into her ears and whispered secrets too faint to hear, they assaulted her sense of smell, overloading her with whiffs of decay and the aroma of roses, they fouled her mouth with an array of uncomplimentary tastes. As always the woman thrashed on the silken sheets, sweat pouring off her in salty rivulets, her mind splitting with the pain of reliving years of limited and carefully chosen memories thrust upon her. Eventually she stilled, panting for breath, heart racing and legs trembling with exertion. Cautiously she explored the contents of her memory, retreating from the gaping black holes of information seething in corruption. These frightening blockages tainted more than two thirds of her conscious. She travelled the unsteady webs that faintly linked the corners of her mind, and located what she desperately needed to witness every single time she awoke from The Slumber. Pulsing in a faint blue ball of energy was her identity, and she reached for it with greedy hands. Her piercing blue eyes flew open, and she sighed in content. Tears fell unhindered down her alabaster cheeks. I am Ashe. [/quote] The lights turned on and a robotic voice from the ceiling gently delivered its orders: "Hello and again welcome to the Aperture Science Computer-Aided Enrichment Center. We hope your brief detention in the relaxation vault has been a pleasant one. Your specimen has been processed and we are now ready to begin the test proper. Before we start, however, keep in mind that although fun and learning are the primary goals of the enrichment center activities, serious injuries may occur. The Enrichment Center is required to remind you that you will be baked, and then there will be cake."[/quote]

[quote=Xenasis]inb4belair[/quote]

[quote=jhoijhoi][b]TWO[/b] Her eyes quickly readjusted to the higher level of light and Ashe took in her surroundings. She was standing in a stark white corridor, the white walls interrupted evenly by identical steel doors. Directly across from her door was the new-comer’s room. Vayne. Whenever a new one came, the Others tried futilely to learn something, anything about the outside world. Every interrogation had been a failure. When you entered the community, you knew even less than the ones who had been trapped there since the beginning. Ashe knew she was one of the oldest amongst the Others. But no one knew how long they had been here, or why. Her stomach rumbled and Ashe hastened her steps. She knew the layout of the grounds like the back of her hand, and she was grateful that the monsters who stole her memories at least left her with that small pittance. She quickly reached the end of the woman’s wing and disregarded the identical corridor of the men’s wing. A large wooden door loomed invitingly ahead, the only object in this section of the building that was made of organic material. Her hand lingered on the polished oak before pushing the door inwards.[/quote]

[quote=Rudmed]Kay, so they have been abuducted, and we can assume it is only Champions. All their memories of the outside world have been stolen/sealed. The summoners have yet to find this place, or have been wiped out. They are being trained still not heavily probaly to stop them from regaining their full strength, but just enough that they are still useful for some obscure thing. They know of the outside world, but not of what has happened to it, and with the desperation of trying to find stuff out. We can assume something very very very bad has happened, or they just want to know what it is like. I think that just about covers it all...no?[/quote]

[quote=The_Nameless_Bard]I want to hear moar...PLZ?[/quote]

[quote=Rudmed][quote=The_Nameless_Bard] I want to hear moar...PLZ? [/quote] Its like a drug! WE WANT MOAR![/quote]