Sydney Life

So I read a vicious (but well deserved) takedown of a creepypasta today and it reminded me of a game that's always in the back of my mind but I can never find any details for. Maybe you know something.

Time Experience

She was holoreading when he came in.

"Oh, hello, welcome to the Time Zone. What time period would you like to experience today?"

He shook his head.

"I... What? I just built my time machine, I... No, wait, I've gone ahead in time, of course."

She sighed and approached him.

"Ah, no, you're just suffering from displacementia, it's common after your first time under Time Zone's proprietary technology, I'll just-"

She froze when she saw no mark on his arm.

"Date you came from?"

"Uh, 25/11/2068."

"We don't have that yet!"

She reached in and took his brain.

Old Angel

The Angel appeared in a blinding light, thankfully appearing like how we think they look now, rather than the monstrosity that the Bible describes.

"Human!"

I glanced around to make sure I was the only one there.

"Your God commands you!"

I waited for the rest of it.

"To do what?" I eventually asked. The Angel pulled a flaming sword.

"Your son has slept with another man! You must kill them both to cleanse the world!"

"And if I refuse?"

The Angel flickered to looking how the Bible described them, and I understood why people did as told back then.

The Clip

I think it was an extended magazine. Unless twelve in the stick and one more in the chamber was normal.

The first one was for the gang member who originally owned the gun, not that it did him any good.

The next two were for the greeter at the supermart.

One for the black dog to put it down, another to put it down after it got back up.

The next one didn't fire, so I needed two more to stop the big guy.

Then four in desperation to stop the horde.

Last one for me.

But it also misfired.

The Gravity Of The Situation

The artificial gravity generator turned off just as the ship pulled into the system, which wouldn't have been that big of a problem, given that no-one got slammed into the bulkheads, it did raise a problem when everyone felt the pull of gravity on them still.

Scanners didn't show anything nearby, certainly nothing that could create this level of gravity.

So despite the regulations saying that they shouldn't try to move with the artificial gravity, the captain ordered the ship to move away.

Everyone slammed into a bulkhead, as expected.

But they were thrown forwards. As something pulled back harder.

Running

Run.

Run as far as you can. Run as fast as you can. Run as silently as you can.

Run to the safety of your home. Run to the safety of weapons. Run to the safety of a crowd, or run to the safety of a location no-one else knows about.

Run until every fibre of your being cannot continue, until you cannot possibly lift your body and keep going.

Then get up and keep running.

Run until you stop, and no matter where that is, I will still find you.

Run forever though, well then I'll find you tired.

Visiting The Flight Deck

The co-captain was explaining how the gravity generators worked when a dozen alarms all went off at once. The captains quickly ignored me and focused on trying to work out what the hell was going on.

After a few moments, the attendant came running into the flight deck and yelled a code out, 67-F.

As she ran past me and tripped over, I spotted a Spaceteam alert code book, and looked up the code.

'67-F : Shapeshifting Alien on Flight Deck'

That made no sense, there was no alien on board the flight deck. I grew several feet to make sure.

Cold

The storm lashed the windows, the house lights flickering on and off with every gust of wind.

Every time the darkness came back, he pulled a little away from the circle, content to let them drink and smoke. Soon he was alone, exploring this house all by himself. The coat rack gave him a fright, as did the kitchen door.

But then, accompanied by a crash of lightning, he heard a scream, cut off. He rushed back to the party, and they were all dead.

He realised none of them had worn a jacket just as the killer struck him.

The Old Witches' Cottage

The old witches' house wasn't actually anything to do with witches, it was just an old shack just on the edge between the village and the forest. No-one knew why it was called that, but what everyone knew but pretended they didn't was that it was where teenagers hung out, smoked a little, maybe fooled around. It kept them out of the way, and safe.

That is, until the day there was a party there, every teenager in town piled in, and then they all vanished.

They were last spotted near that nice clean cottage on the edge of town.

Worker Bob

The water was at my ankles, but I wasn't worried. I'd told my superiors, and they assured me it would be fixed.

The water was at my shins, but I didn't mind, I had permission from my superiors to lean over rather than have to walk around.

The water was at my waist, but I was glad, I saved time on bathroom breaks, with my superiors' blessing.

The water was at my chest, but I knew it would be solved soon, my superiors wouldn't lie to me.

The water was at my mouth, but my superiors wouldn't abandon me now.

Space Station Saviour

The space station had begun with lofty goals of international cooperation leading to world-saving breakthroughs, but by the point of the blackout it was mostly a relic with just enough funding to keep itself going.

But then the world went dark, every signal below them suddenly gone, the last thing that was sent being a cut off message saying sorry.

The station's crew worked overtime, scanning, testing, sending message after message, trying to work out what happened, until the drifting creature sensed them and ate the station before leaving.

So the station did in fact save the world, sort of.

Pick Up

The phone rang.

He hesitated to answer it, given he needed a moment to make sure he wasn't dreaming still.

The phone rang.

He tried to answer it, given he wanted to go back to sleep.

The phone rang.

He hesitated before trying to hang up, given he wasn't quite sure why it wasn't working.

The phone rang.

He tried to hang up, his hand unable to remove itself from the plastic of the receiver.

The phone rang.

He hesitated, trying to think through the increasing noise.

The phone rang.

He tried to, to...

The phone rang, and rang, and

The Rules Of Post-Law

I was raised to have respect for my firearm. Not to fear it, but to understand its power and treat it accordingly. Given I'm still alive despite the world's attempts to stop this, it's worked.

Ammo is scarce, so conserve it.
Firing is loud, so be mindful.
They are hard to kill, so be accurate.

Every shot should count, be on target, and as safe as possible.

But after stumbling on him, and what he was doing to her...

Shooting him in the legs kept him there and attracted them to him, I suppose I've stayed true to the rules.

Fleetship Banquet

The distress call was suspiciously short on details. Regulations were clear, distress code, name of the ship, location, any other important details. This one was just a call for help, and the coordinates, just outside a nebula.

There was a Fleetship nearby, and so they were ordered to divert and check it out. They reported that they found the ship, and were investigating.

Soon after, a distress call went out that followed regulations to the letter.

The third ship the nebula caught had a captain that taught it how to be more emotionally stirring, after which food started arriving exponentially.

Stroke At Midnight

It took one person every midnight. One person in the camp who was asleep at the stroke of midnight would never wake up again.

We lost too many people who didn't believe us, who just assumed they had just given up on the hellscape that was life.

But eventually enough people had died that the camp believed us. We instigated rules, everyone had to check in ten minutes prior, and make sure their partner was awake.

And it worked, we stopped losing people to whatever it was.

For a week. And then one person asleep at noon stopped waking up...

Test Case

He had invented a fully functioning transporter, like on the TV, able to break down matter and rebuild it elsewhere.

Base elements had worked well, as had simple compounds, but before he shared his discovery, he had to know what would happen to living things.

He started small, a worm, his pet dog, and they came out... Different, maybe? Certainly his dog was much more subdued.

So, not wanting to risk anyone else, he made copious notes, then sent himself.

The notes came in useful to what emerged, it needed as many beings to become available as possible after all.

Final Failsafe

It was the final failsafe, one that promised technical survival but a low chance of ever waking up. The passenger (it was only viable for one being) would go into stasis and the ship would go into deep sleep and drift. Hopefully towards a star, so when enough solar energy fed into the ship it could wake up and try for a rescue.

But otherwise, if there was a collision or a wake from a passing celestial body, well, one might never be awoken.

A terrible fate, considering that for most beings, stasis kept you alive, but awake, unmoving, still...

Negotiations With It

The call went out for a volunteer. For someone in the camp to go out and try to reason with it. The few remaining wisewomen had worked out how to communicate with it.

He'd lost his wives, his children, to it. But he had no desire for vengeance or revenge. He just wanted to end the suffering.

So he volunteered. He took the magical horn, and walked into into the swirling mists of it.

Hours passed.

The mists dissipated, leaving remains of him behind.

He was to be given an honorable funeral, but then the remains moved on their own.

Mealtime

The call came just before lunchtime. The children were in the other room, so they decided to not tell them until after the meal.

It wasn't what they would have chosen for their last meal together, but they made do, using up all the cheese, allowing double helpings of relish, and ice cream for dessert.

The younger children enjoyed the meal, but the eldest became more and more silent as the meal continued, until they demanded to know what was going on.

Father agreed to tell them, in the other room, leading them outside and to the waiting collection officers.

Not Under Her Power

I sat down with my servant Erip, after I confirmed she wasn't under a glamour, as I did every morning.

We had been hunting this vampire for months now, and she was always one step ahead, always managing to avoid the traps I set up, the attacks I made. I was beginning to suspect the vampire had a spy.

Before I could ask Erip if she could trust all her suppliers, she opened a scroll and I was suddenly unable to move beyond breathing.

She explained sunlight just removed her powers as she began to drain my blood for later.