Fantasy Card World (Main)

[ShenYu]

[A C T 1 : T U T O R I A L - W O R L D]
♠ [T W O - O F - S P A D E S] ♠​

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Spade City. It used to be a bustling, technologically-advanced city with a population that exceed hundreds of thousands. However, after the zombie virus outbreak, it has become a dead city. Buildings collapse, many roads were broken, cars and buses were left messily jamming the road, showing how chaotic the situation was. Then, in a matter of weeks, every single citizen has turned into a zombie, aimlessly wandering around the city while waiting for other living and breathing beings to fall prey to their enormous numbers and heightened strength.

Players - people who had accepted the challenge of the Card World - would suddenly find themselves arriving in different places of The Slum. In front of their eyes, a familiar holographic screen similar to the one they'd seen in the White Space greeted their arrival.

♠[Welcome to Card World]♠

Current World: 2 of Spades (Tutorial World)
Objective: Survive the Zombie Swarm and find the vaccine
Rewards: Two mystery boxes, access to 2 of hearts, 2 of diamonds, and 2 of clubs
Punishment for Failure: Thrown to the Punishment World for 14 days

Additional Information: It was said that one day, a boy from the slum was admitted into the Central Hospital after catching a very weird disease. The boy claimed to always feel hungry and thirsty despite the many foods and drinks his parents have given him. He felt an abnormal urge to bite people who come close to him, wanting to eat their flesh out. His whole eyes slowly dyed red over time and everyone he bit would always end up feeling sick. But because everything happened in the slum, none of it got properly reported. However, by the time the boy was admitted to the hospital and everyone realized the severity of the situation, it was already too late. The people the boy had bitten had slowly turned into zombies. Starting from the slum, the zombie virus spread into every corner of the city. The doctors and scientist did their very best to invent a vaccine that would prevent them from turning into a zombie. But just after the vaccine was finally completed, it was already too late. The whole population had turned into a zombie. And the vaccine was left hidden somewhere in the facility.

Under the holographic screen, highlighted words in bold could be seen [Good Luck]. Other than that, no more information was revealed. The players would find that they had indeed been transported into this strange zombie city. Currently, they are placed in various different safe places such as small secluded stores, an empty alleyway, the rooftop of a building, or any other places that would not let them get in contact with the zombies right away. But they would realize the existence of zombies wandering around the slum as soon as they moved out of this safe place.

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ParadoxiiNight Klown Sei Shonagon dance of the corvids

 

[dance of the corvids]

Paradise
Interaction: none ( if himself counts, he talks to himself often )
Location: idk lol

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Paradise was confused.
Hell, he was more malicious than confused! if you were left for dead and came back to a semi-realistic world, wouldn't you be too? he looked around, examining his surroundings carefully. it was an old run-down furniture store that seemed to be pretty cheap.

The blue-haired male started to walk around, letting his legs carry him around the store. he more specifically looked at the chairs with a chaotic glint in his eye. he jogged up to one ( It was a table chair looking on, like a small wooden chair) and grabbed one of the legs of it, smashing it on the ground. the poorly put-together pieces made it easier for it to break, as they slid throughout the store, he kept the specific leg he was holding, which nails were sticking out of. Paradise looked at it with a blank look before a smile crept onto his features. A sadistic grin.

The voices are back

The v0ices are back

Th3 v0ices ar3 back

Th3 V0!c3s ar3 b@ck

Th3 v0!c!$ ar3 b@ck



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( Sorry for the short post, my hamster just kicked the bucket due to my dog )

 

[Sei Shonagon]

GISELLE TSUDA​

|Location: Center area- close to the edge of a park
|Time: Right after being transported to the Spade world
|Interacting with: me, myself and i

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Wet. The ground was cold and slick against her back, the turtleneck sitting an inch closer upon the skin than before. Perhaps even blending into the hills and valleys of her scapulas in its renewed clammy grip. Or was it her that was the source? She did feel awfully hot, not in the feverish dizzy kind of way but- strangely alive kind of way. As if the blood, pumping so vigorously through the veins to remind her of all her working, albeit sore limbs, were not supposed to be. As if the heat her skin emitted had a reason to feel so off in contrast to the cool ground.

She drew a deep breath, chest contorting awkwardly under her command as if struggling to remember how. Yes, it was wrong, wasn't it? Her eyes opened to stare skyward, buildings lining up along the edge of her periphery. Buildings that hadn't been there the last time she had closed her eyes. Yes, she remembered-

She was dead.

But Giselle, how can you be dead if you're here wasting oxygen? Good question. She had obviously missed something or someone. But as the facts would have it she was still alive, or at least half so, sponging up the water from the shallow puddle she was lying in. Yes, it had been a puddle, not her sweating buckets, that had the back of her shirt clinging to her skin. Newfound vigour or not, why she had taken a nap at such a great spot was like many other things, beyond her.

She ambled to her feet, with a little less grace than she was accustomed to showing, and spun around; taking in the surroundings of sloped pool walls and dirt and mould with quenched enthusiasm. It felt like a bad joke, crawling into the abandoned pool while drunk joke. Judging by the lack of stabbing cranial pain and stomach acid lurching in her throat, it was...probably not a joke. Probably, as she had no evidence which spoke against it. Except the whole being dead ordeal, that could, to be fair, just be another joke. Bad jokes all over in that case.

Leaning down, the brunette picked up her shawl from the ground. Whipping it in the air once, then twice before draping it around her shoulders with a sigh. White cashmere was always such a pain to clean, doubly so if it was as dirty as her shawl right now- a light mud shade that reminded her of terracotta staining the fabric. Was doubly even a word? Regardless, the thought of it having it stick to her shirt sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine and she took it off again, folding it over her arm instead. Much better.

"Now then...Should I get to find an explanation?" The words barely had time to leave her lips before she was cut off, not by a sound or person, however, but by a giant flickering screen; glaring at her face behind her raised shielding hand in large letters:

WELCOME TO THE CARD WORLD.

The memories slowly started drifting in one after another, a slideshow of the interrogation room, her jail cell, the white space that could not have been heaven and her awakening forming a complete picture in her head after piecing together like jigsaws in a puzzle. Oh, right. So, she was dead after all. The realisation was strangely anti-climatic, warranting only an exhale that was neither a sigh nor scoff in response from her. Just a...mechanical process of emptying her lungs before reeling the air in again to continue reading. The skin on her throat a little sorer than before as she absentmindedly stroked her neck.

The holographic screen contained information about her whereabouts, the situation in said whereabouts and her goal there. The goal being to acquire this serum at the centre of the city. Sounded easy enough at first. That was until she got to the part with the zombies and the fact that she had no idea whatsoever how to navigate to the centre. It was all a bad joke indeed. She had died once already and now she was to die again? Well, it wasn't for sure this time but the odds sure were stacked against her.

The brunette remained at the pool for a long time afterwards, weighing her options, so to speak, from her seat on the edge of the hollow. Just walking straight into the city streets seemed too dangerous, she had no knowledge about the capabilities of these zombies in case she would encounter one. On the other hand, she couldn't just remain there, could she? If she wanted to progress through the trials, she would have to head in there. If she could get her hands on a map, however, she could try avoiding the more populated streets and plan out a safer route to the centre. A map...where would one find that? A store would be the safest bet. If lucky, she could even get some supplies like water and food.

It turned out the pool was located in a park and that the buildings she had seen were further away than expected. It also turned out that walking through the park was more nerve-wracking than any street. First of all, the trees and bushes obscured her field of sight and second of all, every little crunch and rustle had her whipping around ready to beat the shit out of the bushes with her branch.

It was only when she reached the forest edge that her muscles relaxed somewhat. Lowering the makeshift weapon and shifting into a crouch instead. The city seemed abandoned alright, all broken windows, glass shard covered streets and since long unmoving cars resting in a sort of recumbent serenity beneath the sheets of dust. Any sign of life must've slipped through the cracks, in the asphalt, the buildings- because the silence rang hollow in between the walls. Her own muted breaths the only thing to ripple the surface of an otherwise still lake.

Now if someone could demonstrate how this whole- avoiding or fighting zombie thing would play out that would be great…

 

[ParadoxiiNight]

Cordelia didn't know what was going on – an understandable issue when stuck in a situation such as hers – and really wasn't quite ready for what she was confronted with. Death after life, and life after death. There was some kind of irony in that which she was too preoccupied to pick up on, but she felt amused nonetheless.

In front of her, some kind of interface hovered. She observed it, stuck her hand through it – there was no physical sensation – and walked around it. It moved with her. Musing over the phenomena, as humanity had decidedly not mastered such a helpful little thing like this, she sighed and moved on. Having observed the most prominent object of her surroundings – and left reading the text to a later time – she looked around.

She was on the roof of a skyscraper. There were rusted old AC units and piping, and rain spots everywhere – 'Poor engineering,' came an echo of her mother's voice. 'The material will absorb the rain, and thus weakened, the building will eventually collapse.' She sighed. What did one expect anyway? She could see other buildings over the walls that surrounded this part of the foreign city. They were much nicer, not covered in rust, rain spots and looking to collapse at any moment. It took her only a few moments to surmise what kind of place she was in.

Slums.

Of course. The irony was depressing. Her family had risen from such slums, but never left their roots behind. She herself still felt the unfairness of such a past despite having been raised upper-middle class all her life. Her parents still acted according to the financial and social constraints of their childhoods, and she certainly felt that. It had been her ambition to adopt and raise children in such a way as to take them away from such things, given that she herself had experienced the pains of that kind of childhood, but for the moment, it was too late.

That's right. She was dead. Or she had been. Maybe still was? The mechanics of her situation escaped her, but she could make some logical guesses. She sighed aloud. "Nevermind that, though. It does not bear thinking about now. Firstly, I should check out the available resources. There was some kind of task mentioned before."

Adjusting her glasses, she walked around the rooftop and looked more closely at the city spread out around her. To the north, there was a circular area with nice, sizeable buildings that had official logos and such affixed to them. To her north-east and -west, there were countless houses and apartments. 'Not too shabby,' she thought.

Despite seemingly civilised appearances though, there were glaring discrepancies. The cars on the roads were still, no one was walking anywhere and there was no noise at all, not even the twittering of birds or the whisper of wind-tossed vegetation. She couldn't see into the distance with enough detail to tell, but something seemed... off. Her instincts were screaming at her, too, even more so than they did when she went anywhere outside her house. She shivered as she stared around. If this was some kind of test, like a computer game, then this must be the starting area, and everywhere else down... there, would be filled with potential dangers. Perhaps even the other levels of this building held dangers untold.

Stepping back from the railing, she walked back over to the interface, having surmised as much from her surroundings as she could with being told anything. Walking straight through the thing – why bother walking around it when it didn't seem to be anything more than some light projected into the air? – she turned and read it to herself.

And oh, how right she was to observe in a calmer state of mind first. The further she read, the more her blood thundered through her veins. What had she done to deserve this? She had always made an effort to be kind, to keep promises and work hard. Was coming back to life really worth this trauma shitshake that someone was serving her? What kind of tutorial asks a person to begin with surviving a zombie apocalypse? Granted, she vaguely remembered a warning, but had been too busy theorising about the white space to actually pay much attention. Oops.

Shaking and pale, she turned away from the interface and looked around for anything she could use to defend herself, but there was nothing. The AC units and piping was too firmly attached and there wasn't even a loose bit of concrete. At least, she sighed, there was a heavy door that only opened by pulling from the inside – or pushing from the outside, depending on how you looked at it. Zombies weren't intelligent enough to pull on things, and thank the Gods for that.

She went back to the railing and stared at the ground. She would hole up here for now and wait until nightfall. There didn't appear to be any zombies out and about, so she would use this time to see if they came out at night. And then, she would await the dawn and observe their behaviour again. Did these zombies burn during the day? Did they just dislike sunlight? Or were they being given a day one reprieve to gather materials and equipment? If it were the latter, then she was wasting time, but if it weren't...

Well, she didn't fancy being slowly consumed by the mindless, devouring undead.

created by junie.​