🌟🌌Dimension Hoppers [RP Remake]🌌🌟
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Apr 20, 2026
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#1845
All this camaraderie is rudely and loudly interrupted by a very noisy prolonged honk of an air horn. The sound lasts for about 5 seconds before sporadically starting and stopping until everyone in the room (and the building for that matter) looks at the source. The source turns out to be a very tired looking Sarah, holding a mega-air horn.
”If we’re done with the infighting and eating and reunions, then I think it’s time for the meet and greet. The coordinates have already been put in, so all you have to do is walk right in the purple portal. And Ari’s coming with, everyone on the payroll is going, whether you like it or not. Remember, just don’t be stupid.”
With that, Sarah starts to push Ato toward the portal, where you lot should be going now.
Apr 20, 2026
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#1848
(Raidriar goes to check on CHIRP kicks it around a few times then goes thru the portal)
*Alice finishes her food and enters the portal*
R4ven finishes reading some probably unimportant line of text and steps through the portal.
Apr 20, 2026
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#1852
As she gets up and enters the portal, leaving her food half-finished, Clover brings a paw to her head. She might need hearing aids soon.
Apr 20, 2026
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#1853
On the other side of the portal, is...
How do you describe it? There's no first sight, no first sense, no slow, gradual developing understanding of the setting that you find yourself in. The moment that you see the other side, you are instantly bombarded with every detail all at once. You step onto a polished and clean bolted metal floor. The portal lead to a metal dais, as if your arrival had been expected, which it probably was.
Looking up, into the horizon, you can see the entire world. It's as if the skin of the planet had been peeled off, revealing the synthetic flesh and iron sinew and adamantium bone of the earth, a colossal beating heart of machinery, a beast, a living thing. Towers of pipes and rails and flashing light and engines and cogs going on and on, up and down the surface, stretching forth for hundreds of miles on end. A breathing thing, a thing that expels smog into the air from exhaust pipes and ventilation that cloaks the sun in a dark gray mantle, never to show their shining face again. A thing that exists to perpetuate its own existence, and to pump out more, more waste, more troops, more of everything.
The pillars of industry stretch into the heavens, piercing the thick maelstrom of smog and dust and smoke that coils tight around the sky, shifting and whirling. Immense doesn't begin to describe the scene before you. It is big beyond imagining, like a megastructure of a long gone civilization, the pinnacle of billions of lives, their creators and builders long dead, desecrated skeletons in some buried tomb. But no, all this, its new. Spotless. Like it was just put up casually this afternoon, like the way someone puts up an umbrella and a towel on the beach. The sky is no longer blue, it is a dull gray mud color, the color of discarded waste and nameless sludge pumped out of tubes and sewers, black gold that has lost its luster.
The noise is almost worse than anything you've encountered. Millions of different moving parts clashing against each other every second, the infernal sounds echoing through empty air, against more metal and more technology, filling the air with buzzing and blasting and sizzling and clashing and bashing, the sound of a beast of manufacturing made manifest through mass and volume, the sound of that beast, that monster sharpening its teeth to swallow you whole.
Beneath your feet, the land has been hollowed out. Nature cries no more, for it has been gutted upon its own sharpened ritual dagger. The same scene, a thousand times worse. Mining machines of incalculable weight and worth and efficiency, a hundred in the same line, burrowing and digging, picking clean the planetary corpse. You can feel it in your feet, the shuddering, the last death throes that this world has to offer. It is the vibrations from great excavators that run on and on forever and ever, shoveling guts with a spoon.
There is no life here. Nothing can survive in this place for more than an hour. The air is dirty, you're breathing more charcoal and fumes than oxygen. There are no plants, the grass and trees have been bulldozed and built on top of. There is nothing but silicone integument and steel carapace. The machine has had its thirst for blood fed in quantities that would dry entire systems, yet it hungers still, sharpens its teeth, and looks to the stars.
Looking at this church, at this monument to death mass-produced, you see your inevitable future. Your bleached skeleton lying in the sandless wastes, every last bit of carrion picked clean by marauding vultures under a starless sky. There can be no other outcome.
On a bulky screen to your left, in flashing red on a blue backdrop are the words: PLEASE WAIT FOR OVERSEER DRONE TO SEE YOU SHORTLY.
Apr 20, 2026
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#1854
Clover stares at the dull, dead landscape for a few seconds until she sees what seems to be her own corpse, at which point she averts her eyes.
”Um.” She turns to everyone else and speaks in a quiet voice. “Let’s try to get this over with as soon as we can. Who has the package now?”
*Alice goes back to the portal*"nope, I'm just a human and not a machine... "
Apr 20, 2026
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#1856
The portal has been shut off, presumably from a source on this side of the portal. There's really no way back now. You just have to shoulder on, and bravely wait for the Overseer Drone in this hellscape. Ato, for one, has made the courageous decision to puke off to the side. On the bright side, there's now an ETA for three-ish minutes, which can't be that bad.
*Alice sits down in desperation, only waiting for death to come due to lack of oxygen*
Apr 21, 2026
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#1858
breadwithbean wrote:
Clover stares at the dull, dead landscape for a few seconds until she sees what seems to be her own corpse, at which point she averts her eyes.
”Um.” She turns to everyone else and speaks in a quiet voice. “Let’s try to get this over with as soon as we can. Who has the package now?”
"There's no package. We're seeing the boss."
[Fire]: Wait what