The Pixar Universe Traitor Game

[WBoon]

in an echoing voice LADIES… AND GENTLEMEN!

It’s showtime.

Welcome to…

The Pixar Universe Traitor Game - The Quest For Ultimate Revenge!

In a mysterious, shadowy laboratory built upon the base of a volcanic island, a being whose figure seemed all too familiar to any avid Pixar fan punched in several buttons across a large, flashing keypad of a rectangular shape. An inconspicuous grin hid above his budging illuminated chin displayed his confidence in the success of whatever task this shady character was performing.

After keying in to the computer for what seemed to be more than a hundred times, his fingers, gloved in white latex, finally froze as if they were numb, before the second digit on his right hand gradually hovered towards a red, protruding button in the shape of an extruding circle. No words were written across it, just adorned with a threatening shade of crimson, as if hinting danger behind its function. Upon the passing of a dramatic second tauntingly crawling by, the finger descended, resulting in the button pushed.

At first, his action appeared pointless, with no occurrences taking place in the high-technology lab, merely the low humming of the air ventilation above. Nevertheless, that grin was not altered in size. The white hue of his bright, bulky teeth continued peeking out in between his slender lips for the silent three seconds seeping by slowly, as if he was expecting something...

Then, another low hum, but this time, it came from the center of the room rather than above it. Slowly, its audibility grew, a faint light as bright as the shining monitor glowed suddenly amidst the surrounding darkness, before it became bright enough to be the main light source of the cubicle.

With his grin becoming a mere line of smile, the being, his body structure then more revealed with the increasing illumination, inhaled deeply in satisfaction and, to a smaller extent, relief.

As much belief he had in his work, he had his moment of doubt, that was for sure. Regardless, he turned around, towards his creation. The light from it was insufficient to reveal any detailed aspects, but he could still perceive its fundamental component - a halo-shaped mechanism with a slender circumference set above a solid trapezium platform.

As he proudly gazed at his marvelous design, a white speck of light suddenly materialized at the center of the halo, gradually growing in size till this new light completely filled up the large hole of the halo.

It was a portal. A gate, linking millions of parallel worlds stretching between each other. Though one world would be light years away from another, the distance was short enough for transportation to take place - merely an understanding of where your transports were... and when you wish to transport them from.

Syndrome had long completed his calculations. And, in this parallel universe where the hour glass had been tilted a tad later; where it possessed story lines similar to those featured in the well known animated feature, "The Incredibles," this super villain had yet to meet his... 'twisted' doom.

As a matter of fact, this would be his first scheme against his biggest idol. Ever.

Leisurely, he paced towards his first grand design with utmost satisfaction. Patiently, he waited by the side of the portal, as if expecting another occurrence to take place...

OOC: And that’s the plot! Now, just post in any available prologues that you have, otherwise, just go straight into the scene where your character(s) is/are teleported through the portal device. From there, start interacting with the surrounding.

And here is the character list:
Captain B. McCrea the sole leader and commander of the AXIOM the spaceliner from “WALL-E” - A113
Crush the surfer style sea turtle from “Finding Nemo” - Al-Bob
Remy the rat from “Ratatouille” - Mitch
Randall the cloaking monster from “Monsters, Inc.” - Nexas
Sally Carrera the royal blue 2002 Porsche 911 Carrera, Lightning ‘Stickers’ McQueen the legendary rookie race car and Mater the rusty tow truck from “Cars” - thedriveintheater
Violet and Helen Parr from the other universe of “The Incredibles” (after Syndrome was allegedly killed in that explosion) - The Star Swordsman
Sarge the gung-ho commander of an army of plastic toy soldiers like himself and Slinky the toy dachshund with a metal slinky for a mid-section from “Toy Story” - nightwheel
Atta the Queen Ant in training from “A Bug’s Life” - bright dot-dasher
Nigel the short-sighted, fast-talking pelican from “Finding Nemo” - WBoon

[Nexas]

OOC: I was wondering if this was Syndrome or an alternate universe Syndrome…think it’s the later ^^ Well…here I go ^^ First piece of “literature” I think I’ve put on here ^0^

Randall’s Proluge (I can NEVER spell that word right -_-)

Randall fumbled with the pen in his hand, trying not to over compensate his brain with numbers and calculations. Of course that had happened allot recently, and he had been trying to train himself not to blow a head vein. What he was doing at the time was figuring his scare total that he had currently and what drops and pick ups he had to make on it.

It was on the edge of the new millenium, year was 1999. Reports of people guessing “the world will end” or “computers will turn on us” were spreading with each snail-like stretch to the inevitable fourth digit change. Randall pretty much thought they were all nuts. But still, everytime he turned to the news and some homeless Mon was spewing the words, he just HAD to laugh. But it wasn’t out of spite, he was 23 and he had his own opinion.

Sitting back from his desk, pinching the space between his eyes, Randall diverted his attention to his room. He had slacked off cleanly-wise. An over-filled metal bin with scrunched up pieces of paper and empty bottles. No not for alcoholic ones, Randall avoided the stuff, but those cream slime ones. His bed had the covers slipping off, hanging on by a corner. He noted a stack of magazines that had fell from his closet, the Scare Monthlys slipping out through a crack in the door. He gave a sigh at that, things falling for no apparent reason.

He turned back to his desk, a single silver table lamp to the side, a cup full of different pencils, pens, and markers…Randall always liked to keep options open for such things. A curved reciever telephone that he usually left unplugged, thinking that no one’s sleep should be interrupted…unless it’s your boss. Beside the paper he was writing on was a stack of professional forms. On the top it had “Scare Island: Scarer Loan Form” at the top. Randall gave a half grin at the title. Oh yes. Mr. Waternoose had given those to him…round about a week ago. And Randall had been considering whether or not to loan himself to Scare Island, a training facility that Randall himself had gone to for training. He had made Top Scarer in record time, enough to, he thought, impress the boss to lead him into a training position, or, at least, temporarily. “We need fresh, new scareing talent…and who better to pull it out from the rest than the best” he had said. Or something like that, Randall may have altered it in it’s replay.

Randall leaned back in his chair, which was difficult given his body. Eventually, he just opted to stand. Despite the new year creeping in, Randall felt relatively bored right now. His eyes drifted to the phone. Maybe he should call in and see if Celia got the position she aimed for. Of course receptionist wasn’t a position he himself admired…but he helped Celia get the interview anyway. She’d probably forget he did that for her, though Randall didn’t really care…well ok…maybe he did.

Randall gave a sigh, reaching out to the phone. The phrase “reach out and touch somebody” came to mind…but then the snickering thoughts from R-rated movies replaced the drama. When his three digits grasped it, his other hand Instinctively running over the thick number pads to the beat of Celia’s current number. Randall twiddled his lower set of thumbs…well…the digit closest to his body anyway. The upper free hand drifted to the desk, switching from tapping to rubbing to just being silent. As the dial tone started, Randall wondered how he got the number in the first place. It had been…what? Five years or so since he had last seen her? And she hadn’t changed one bit. Still the “I may look cute, but don’t get on my bad side”. Randall had never scorned a woman before, didn’t intend to, but he vaugely remembered Celia was quite physical if anybody tapped her button. Back then they were in two different worlds. Celia was popular, editor of the school newspaper no less. Randall was…he admitted, the quite type. No no, FAR from nerd…no…that was Fungus. “Silent Genius” is what Randall had dubbed it. They never had much interaction between each other. Randall had taken a moment after he last saw her to contemplate “why did I help her?”. After much thinking, he simply thought that it was “just because she wasn’t a jerk”.

Celia’s drowsy voice came over the other line. Randall chagrinned, looking at the round clock on the other side of his bed. 7:12. WAS late. Had he been working that long.
“Oh…hi Celia…it’s…me…”

“That’s vauge…who is this?”

Randall convered th mouth piece, sighing out. “Stupid start…” he thought, aiming it at himself. He brought the phone back. “It’s me…Randall…”

“Oh…I…didn’t expect you to call…”

“Neither did I” he said honestly. She yawned at the other end of the line. “I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“Oh no no…I’m just…looking over my business contract…”. She paused. “Thanks again for the referrance…”. For some strange reason, Randall imagined she was smiling on the other end. Instinctively, Randall rubbed the back of his neck, he always did it when he was nervous. Wait…he was nervous?

“Well…you seemed good for the job…”. He gave a fake-laugh. “I mean afterall…it’s kind of different walking into the lobby and seeing someone from High School instead of a total stranger…”

“I thought some from High School WERE there”

“Not anybody I li…”. Randall held himself, clearing his throat. He didn’t mean it THAT way. “Not anybody I have respect for…”. There was a long awkward pause after that. Randall even thought the line was cut before Celia spoke again.

“I guess I can understand that” she finally said. There it was, that smile feeling again. “You’ve come a long way in a short time Randall…I remember the girls in school said you were smart”

Randall narrowed his eyes, not at Celia though. “Along with other things…”

Smile feeling gone. “…Well…if I do get this job…maybe we’ll get to know each other better”

Randall murmured a chuckle. “You’ll be deep in a phone conversation at the time”

“Ain’t I in one now?”. Another murmur. Another pause followed. “Well…I have allot to get done…”

“Sure…” Randall started, looking at the form on his desk. “Me too…”

“…Thanks for calling…didn’t know you cared…”

“I don’t…” Randall said. Or lied.

“Alright then…good night…”

“Night…”. He waited for the shut off and the tone. Once he heard it, he placed the phone back on the reciever, stretching his arm and putting his head on the desk edge. Randall always had a theory that conversations with certain people have an effect on you. Whether it be annoyance, anger, or just feeling good. Right now, Randall felt…well…drained. Took allot to have that simple back and forth for him. Maybe it was because he didn’t have much honest experience in the matter. But like Randall would ever admit that.

“Ugh…” he sighed, placing a hand over one of his eyes. He reached a spare hand to the lamp to turn it off. Nothing. “Heuh?”. He poked a pupil through two fingers, eyeing the lamp. His hand was just to the right of it. “O…k…” he mumbled, reaching off. The instant he did, the lamp shifted to the left. Randall took his arm away, then noticed the paper he had written on had disappeared. That, and the Loan Form was sliding across his table. Randall rose a brow, for just a second, thinking he wasn’t the only one with the ability to blend in the room at the moment. But just after that though, he turned his attention to his left.

“WHAT THE…!?”. He jumped back, tripping over his chair in the proccess. Seemingly ripping in front of his bedroom door…was…SOMETHING. It was like the air was a wall, and someone had ripped the paint off of it in a jagged line. Like something from a science fiction movie. Randall had a good memory of them. Warmhole. Rift. Gateway. Suddenly those classes about the Scare Doors made him think he was experiencing the raw version of it. At the same time, those new millenium cooks gained some more respect from the reptilian monster.

The rift was getting bigger, the objects near to it shaking and moving towards it as if there was an earthquake. Randall himself was aiming to get as far from it as possible, but the pull of the rift pulled the chair, and Randall’s lower set of legs caught in it, along with it. Before he could do anything, Randall found himself being sucked in, his room growing microscopic…and eventually disappearing…as did his sight.

OCC: Long right? ^0^ I WAS going to add the conversation between him and Celia (though you morely just hear Ran’s replies to her), but was wondering if I should or not. Oh yes and don’t worry, whether it’s his better self here or his later movie self…Ran’s still got that anger fuse that’ll come up ^^
OOC: There we go, merged with success ^^

[Nexas]

OCC: Thanks to Boon and Al and others for comments on my first piece ^^ Now you guys can see I’m a pro ^0^ Anyways, since Boon allowed it I’ll include the call between Celia and Ran. Though I aimed it to be one sided, I found it was a little hard to do that, so I did include Celia’s responses. Figure it would go into that sub-category NPC thing since it’s just Ran in the game ^^ Enjoy.

[thedriveintheatre]

OOC: Hi everyone! I have commented on your prologues in the discussion thread to not clutter this one. Here’s mine, takes place after the events of the movie. FYI, this is also my first piece of writing on this forum…
You ready? Fasten your seatbelts…

BIC:

The Traitor Game: Cars prologue

Hey Stickers, wanna go for a drive?”

Lightning looked up from his Top Gear magazine issue to see the light blue Porsche he had known and secretly admired for half a year. It was a sunny day in Radiator Springs, and the two cars were parked at Flo’s drinking oilshakes for tea. He furrowed his windshield and feigned disinterest.

“Meh…” he grinned.

Sally socked the red racecar playfully. “Come on, Doc says you need some exercise anyway.”

Lightning groaned and revved in return. “We’ll see what he says about that once I trash your timing! Wheel Well, as usual?”

“Yeah, I need to check on how the customers are doing there, too.” Sally manned the motel on alternate days, and on the days she wasn’t there, one of the Miata twins would take over for her, depending on whoever’s shift wasn’t at Flo’s on that day.

“Can ah come, too? Ah hope ah ain’t in-troo-din on yer two little loveburds’ drive. Been a looong time since ah been 'dere too,” chipped in Mater as he rolled up to them.

“Sure, Mater,” smiled Sally, either unaware of his jibe or choosing to ignore it.

Lightning barely hid his annoyance at Mater teasing them about their still-platonic relationship. Not to mention that he wouldn’t get much alone time with Sally today even though this was his best buddy that was tagging along. “You sure you can keep up with us, Mater?”

“Ah may be a rusty old tow truck, but you ain’t done seen what’s under this hood of mine yet! No sir, not at all!” bragged Mater proudly.

“Mater, you don’t have a hood.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Come on boys, last one there has to treat the rest to dinner!” chirped Sally.

“That’s a lot to bet on,” mumbled Lightning.

“It’s only fun when the stakes are high. Ready you two? On three. One…two…” And then the azure sports car disappeared in a trail of dust.

“Aw shoot, she didn’t say three, Lightnin’!” grumbled the tow truck. He turned to where Lightning was and noticed he had vanished too. “Dadgum!” he cursed before gunning his engine and peeling off down the road after the two.

The trio raced their way through the curving roads that snaked through the forest, up the mountains, down the valleys and though the heart of Carburetor Canyon… They laughed as they kicked pebbles and splashed puddles at each other. Mater even attempted to reverse drive and stay in front of the two, but ended up backing into a pile of leaves by the side of the road. They had just passed the majestic, thundering waterfall when they came upon a fork in the road.

“Strange, never saw that before,” said Lightning as they all screeched to a halt. One path was the usual winding one that eventually led to the cliffs and the Wheel Well. The other went straight into a tunnel deep in the side of the mountain.

“Let’s try the other route. Maybe it’s a shortcut,” suggested Sally. With that, she shot first into the black, gaping mouth of the tunnel.

“Wait up, Miss Sally!” yelled Mater and charged in after her.

“Oh, what the heck,” said Lightning to no one in particular and slowly coasted into the entrance.

The trio travelled in silence and in total darkness for a few minutes. Eventually, they saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

“There’s the exit!” cried Sally. “Finally, I’d thought we’d never get out of here!”

And so the three cars drove on into the light, as it slowly illuminated them before enveloping them in a pure white-out. None of them had any idea what was at the other end, or what surprises lay in store for them.

OOC: So whatchya think? Come on, people. Let’s see those prologues! If it’s too troublesome to write one, then we can cut straight to the action! Wink

[Nexas]

OOC: I seem to have no trouble writing for this ^0^ This is a bit in a kind of response to the “interacting with surroundings” bit. And, as you see, was an insteresting situation, given that Randall is probably one of the only characters who have experience in rift-work (as Ran will point out). And there’s a little action too and a little bit of a funny end there ^^ Opens up for others I think ^^

Randall had expected a type of “inside-out” type of thing to happen to him. When it didn’t, he was quite surprised. Since his mind was at a thousand thoughts, he picked one out and concentrated it. If this thing wasn’t…“natural”. It meant it was controlled. Just like the Scare Doors. And if it was a controlled rift…then that meant…

Randall blinked. Amazed he could still do it. He was no longer in his room. He was in…well he couldn’t be too sure. There was only dim ambiant light, and humming coming from someplace. He didn’t tell himself to move, but found that he was moving forward. Once he finally got control back, he turned. It was some kind of halo-shaped machine. And dead in the middle of it, small as a dot, was a rift. Probably the one he’d been dragged through. No use in using it in it’s current state. Sure, a toothpick could make it, but where would IT go?

“Where the heck am I?” he whispered to himself, finding his voice echo though the dark rock formations that still survived from being insurrected into metal. Randall turned, and for the first time, realized he was rather sore. But he pushed it to the side, looking around. Everything was dark. He couldn’t find any other door. There was a large computer. It’s screen looked as huge as the Scare Board, and the keypad was just as long. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it’s what operated the rift device.

“Door number 1…” he muttered, heading over to the keypad. He stopped though. Where is everyone? SOMEONE had to have operated it. Or was it just a fluke mistake? Curiosity aside, Randall aimed to find his answers from a machine. He got right next to it, cracking his knuckles, all four. “Alright…lets see…”. The letters and marks were familiar, so keying wasn’t a problem. But…how did you turn it on? Randall folded both sets, flicking his tail. He poked his head out to the sides of the huge computer. No plug. Not that he expected one. “Ok fine…”. Like most men in a frustrated state of mind, Randall did what they would usually do in such a situation, especially one involving a computer. Start hitting it.

And that’s just what he did, slamming his upper two fists against the rim of the keypad. The sense in Randall’s head at the time told him “that’s NOT going to do anything”, but it was taken back when the huge screen buzzed to life, nearly blinding Ran. In fact…

“JEEZ…!” Randall yelled, turning his head and covering his eyes. When his sight recovered, he peek an eye at the screen. The light blue screen introduced itself like a PC, with the large white bold words “PASSWORD” on it. “Great…” he mumbled, closing his eyes and turning back to the screen. His eyes finally adjusted. What laid behind them was a determined look. Randall always gave it for a task ahead.

“Password…no idea…” he mumbled to himself. He folded both sets, looking down at the metal panels beneath his feet. After minutes of thinking, he couldn’t come up with one. He had no clue. “Well…worth a shot…”. Randall typed in three simple letters. It was a password he doubted, but it had just as good a chance as any. He sighed deeply, placing his forehead on the metal keypad rim, when the light blue screen turned red and “PASSWORD DENIED” flashed in place. Then Randall’s eyes popped open, shocked. A rift machine, a valuable machine. A password for a computer for it. What happens when passwords fail? What security is…

Randall instantly pushed himself from the keypad with any energy he had. No sooner had he did then something electrical, strands of white and blue light, shot from somewhere near the ceiling, scolding the panel in front of the screen. Randall landed five panels from it, near the middle of the room, staying low on all eight. He couldn’t resist a chuckle. Close one. Unfortunately, the security wasn’t yet through. And Randall would later scold himelf for not sticking to the ceiling. Because as soon as he started to laugh, the panel beneath him fell open…

[A113]

OOC: Cool! Seriously, you better watch out for me. Oooh…

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Monday, January 5, 2798
Captain entered the “cockpit” of the AXIOM on his hoverchair.

Captain: Morning, AUTO. How’d the probes do?
AUTO: LANDED_SUCCESSFULLY
Captain: Good. Well, let’s get on with it.

Captain started the morning annoucements.

Captain: Good morning, everybody, and welcome to day 249,455 aboard the AXIOM. It’s 72 degrees today, and the forecast looks quite sunny. We’re experiencing some difficulties with some of our ME•D bots, so please try not to get sick today. Well, that’s all for the announcements this morning. Have a great day.

The BnL jingle played, and Captain went to his computer.

Captain: Computer, status report. Mechanical systems?
Computer: Unchanged.
Captain: Core temperature?
Computer: Unchanged.
Captain: Passenger count?
Computer: Unchanged.
Captain: Food…
AUTO: CAPTAIN_WHERE_ARE_YOU
Captain: Uh, I’m right here, AUTO. Food b…

Captain turned around, and didn’t see AUTO.

Captain: Uh, AUTO?

AUTO was nowhere to be found.

Captain: Computer? AUTO’s location.
Computer: Autopilot stationed in north-northwest division of cockpit.

The computer disappeared.

Captain: What? GO•4!

GO•4 started coming up to him, but then disappeared also. The Captain was quite confused by now. He looked around the room, to find all of his equipment vanishing. He then saw the ledodeck below him disappear, along with all the passengers on the AXIOM. Then the whole AXIOM vanished, then the stars and galaxies out his window. Less than five seconds later, he was in total darkness.

[The_Star_Swordsman]

Violet Parr Prologue

It was a nice Saturday morning. The sun was shining, a few, small clouds passed by in the blue sky.

It was a pretty quiet, yet relaxing day for the Parr family. Bob and Dash were currently watching a movie, leaving Violet, Helen, and Jack-Jack Parr in the house all by themselves.

Helen Parr was ironing clothes in the living room, with Jack-Jack crawling around playfully in his playpen.

Violet Parr was in her room, writing in her diary. She laid on her bed, daydreaming of Tony. In her latest entry, she wrote about herself rescuing Tony from an evil villain, finishing the adventure with a romantic kiss. Violet’s fantasy was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell.

“I got it!” interjected Helen.

She walked up to the door and answered it. She was surprised to see no one there. However, on the doormat was a package with the words “To the Incredibles” on it. Helen seized the package and nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching, or spying on her. She closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the package. It was an LCD screen. A bright blue light flashed, blinding Helen. After a couple seconds, she regained her vision. A man with a hood over his head and bandana covering his mouth showed up on the screen.

“Is this the Incredibles’s residence?” asked the man.

“Yes, may I ask who is this?” Helen wondered.

“May I speak to Invisigirl please? It is very important.”

Helen was a little hesitant, but she called her daughter anyways. Violet closed her diary and walked over to her mother. Vi was surprised to see the screen.

“What is this for mom?”

“I don’t know honey. But someone wants to talk to you.”

Helen handed the screen to her daughter.

“Hello?” said Vi.

“Invisigirl?” said the voice.

“Yes?”

“Invisigirl, Incredigirl, Queen of the Unseen, few others that I’ve failed to mention, and Violet Parr, am I right?”

Violet’s entire body froze. Her voice started to sound a little uneasy. “Y. . .y. . .yes. . .w. . . who are you?”

“My apologies young lady. I didn’t mean to surprise you like that. Let me start over again. I represent a very, very top-secret section of the government. We work very close with the NSA, monitoring Super Hero activity. That is why we know who you are. Don’t worry, you can be assured that your secrets are safe with us. Please pay attention to what I have to say because you won’t hear from me again unless you accept this mission.”

Violets looked at her mother and then back at the screen. “Are you taking to one of us or both of us?”

“I would like it if your whole family was here. But if not, then you two can just listen. Do any of you remember someone named Syndrome?”

Helen answered, “Yes, he was that one man who tried to impersonate a Super Hero and almost kidnapped our baby boy”

“But he died right? Wasn’t he killed in that explosion?” asked Violet.

“That is what everyone thought, but not according to government intelligence agents. No one knows how, but Syndrome is definitely back.”

“What has he got planned this time?” said Violet.

“That is where the NSA and government started to get confused. You see, it seems that he is setting up this game. But this game doesn’t include just you two. All kinds fascinating creatures will gather together. Once together, they will play a game, in which none will know their part or the rules until they settle in.”

Questions start brewing in Violet’s and Helen’s mind.

“Wait a minute! What kind of creatures? What is this game?” asked Vi.

“And why would you want us to go there?” Helen wondered.

“Well, I’ll start with your questions Invisigirl. We have the technology to transport you there in an instant, via portal-transfer. Anyways, these creatures are not really creatures at all. In fact, some of them might include humans like you. However, there are some that you would find surprising: Talking toys, bugs, fish, cars, and rats. And then you have real life monsters, and to cap it all off, intelligent robots from the future. As for the game . . . well, let me explain it this way. No one, not even our experts know the rules. But players of this game gamble with high steaks. You see, the players either win fast or lose their life playing.”

“But why? My mom and I don’t want to be involved in this?”

“My assignment was not to tell you why. My assignment was to get you to go, and play their game.”

Helen grabbed the screen from Violet. “Now you listen to me okay? We are not going to accept this mission if we don’t know why we are doing it or who we are doing it for. I am not going to send my daughter or myself over there just to play a stupid game. I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to decline.”

Suddenly, the phone rang. Violet went to answer it.

“Hello . . . hi dad . . . what . . . now? Okay, we’ll be right over.” After she hung up, she went to her mom. “Mom, that was dad. There is a robbery going on. He needs us.”

Helen nodded. She then looked back at the screen with the mysterious man still on display. “Excuse me, but duty calls right now.”

Helen and Violet went to their rooms to change into their Super Suits. After sliding the boots and gloves on, after placing their masks on their face, Elastigirl and invisigirl assembled in the Living room, ready to go. They then heard a loud laughter from the man on the screen. His voice started laughing. His laugh got louder and louder

“I’m sorry Invisigirl and Elastigirl, but I’m afraid you don’t have a choice as of now.”

Elastigirl and Invisigirl went to the screen. The man removed the bandana from his face and took off the hood from his jacket man, revealing a man with a crew cut.

“Allow me to introduce my self. I work for Syndrome, and you two are coming to play, whether you like it or not.”

Suddenly, a bright white light engulfed the entire Parr household. Invisigirl and Elastigirl shielded their eyes. Then the light faded away, they realized they were not in their house anymore. In fact, they were on Nomanisan Island.

“Mom, this isn’t good. Not good at all.”

Elastigirl looked at her daughter with serous eyes. “Violet! Don’t you get it? We’re trapped . . . and there is only one way out of this.”

“Mom . . . you don’t mean . . .” said an apprehensive Invisigirl.

“Yes, we’re going to have to play.”

[bright_dot-dasher]

Atta’s Prologue
Ever since the Declaration of Independence from the grasshoppers, life on Ant Island had been better than ever. The food was more plentiful, the beautiful plants grew healthier because no more grasshoppers came to ruin them, Flik’s inventions became popular and successful, no one had nightmares, and the colony had no more to worry of. No more suffering or slavery. The paradise was all theirs.

Atta was in charge of a party in the anthill. She loved to see the joyful energy in everyone, relieved with freedom. She never would’ve thought that any happiness would ever be expressed again on Ant Island. Everyone was having a great time.

Dot was frolicking outside between the jungle of tall blades of grass. Flik was supervising her so she wasn’t alone. They soon relaxed and sat atop a tall clover, looking up at the sky.

It was evening, and the sun was setting. The sun’s blend of colors flowed across the horizon and faded into the deep, dark blue sky. The cresent moon could be seen hanging in the sky, glowing bright.

“Dot, do you see any stars yet?” Flik asked the princess.

“Lemme look,” said Dot, scanning all she could see. “No…oh, wait! There’s one!” She stood up and jumped up and down, pointing at a faint star. “And another one, too! Kinda dim, but if you squint, you can see it.”

Flik smiled because he could see it, too. He and everyone else in the colony used to have so much work they couldn’t stop to see the view of nature. Now it was so amazing, it was like a miracle.

“Hey, Dot? Do you think there’s a parallel world?”

“Why?”

“Because, well, I’ve been thinking. What if those stars we see are something different somewhere else? And no one’s actually seen everything there is to see. So, couldn’t there be other worlds?” Flik pondered out loud.

"Could be,’ shrugged Dot.

“Do you think anyone in Ant Island could go there someday?” Flik inquired.

“That’s kinda pushing it. What if they can’t come back after going there? Or how are they going to get there at all?” said the little princess.

“There might be a portal somewhere, anywhere. Even a really small one that takes years to find. Maybe it’s just that not everyone’s allowed through it.” reasoned Flik.

“Hmm, that would be pretty cool,” agreed Dot. She liked Flik’s imagination.
“Look! Look! Over there!” she exclaimed, hopping up and down in excitement.

Flik got up and saw that approaching Ant Island were small glowing lights.
And as they got closer, Flik heard faint circus music.

“Oh, it’s them!” he grinned. “It doesn’t get better than this!” They both slid down the stem of the clover to hurry and greet their old friends.

Atta began to worry if Dot and Flik were all right. It was going to be night soon, and it was dangerous for an ant to be out alone in the dark.

She sighed with relief as they entered the anthill. And following them were the circus bugs!

The entire colony cheered and clapped as they saw their visitors. “Oh, it’s so nice to have you guys here,” Atta smiled at the circus bugs. “Join in the celebration! Enjoy yourselves. And we can’t wait to see your latest acts-”

But then she realized the circus bugs’ faces were serious.
“Queen Atta, we’re afraid we have some slightly distrubing news,” announced Rosie.

The room grew silent as the ants heard this and quieted down to hear.

“I think we should discuss this privately,” Manny whispered.

“I don’t understand,” Atta gasped. They had just told her a shocking prophecy of a leader having to enter another world. At first, it sounded as weird as a UFO sighting. “I’m sorry, I don’t get it. So, I’m supposed to risk my life being transported into another world with other creatures I’ve never seen? What for? What good will that do? Please tell me this is some kind of circus in-joke. It’s a mistake. It’s got to be a mistake.”

“We don’t quite understand it either, Your Highness,” said Gypsy.

“But we’re pretty positive that it’s gonna happen,” added Slim.

“We’re afraid you and your colony are in danger,” warned Manny. "We’ve recieved a message that threatened deadly disaster to your colony unless we send the ruler to settle it.’

“Who was it from?” Atta demanded. “It could all be a trick.”

“Oh, but it’s not,” said Manny. “I know tricks, and this is certainly not one of them.”

Francis added, “They mean business when scannings come out of nowhere and repeat the message.”

Atta winced. What? I have to enter a world and possibly never return, sacrificing myself for an unknown reason, or else all of Ant Island will suffer? That makes no sense!

“We’re scared, too, Your Majesty,” said Heimlich.

“But- but how am I supposed to get there?” asked Atta.

“They said when the time comes, you will vanish from this world and reappear somewhere else,” said Rosie.

“It sounds terrifying,” panicked Atta. “Why would they want me?”

“They said it was classified information,” answered Slim.

Atta gulped in fear. “Sorry, I’m going to need some time to get my head
straight.” The queen left the room completely bewildered. She glanced at Flik and Dot, with worried and dumbfounded faces.

“You were eavesdropping, weren’t you,” she sighed.

“Maybe,” they replied in unison.

She walked farther down the hall, seeing other faces staring at her, waiting for her to tell them the news.
Atta turned and announced, “Don’t worry, everything will be handled.” Then she continued walking, hearing murmurs of the colony, still a little concerned.

The queen entered her room by herself, and sat on her bed. “How can they expect me to go to another world, where people bigger than me can kill me because I don’t rule over them? What will happen once I get there? What am I getting involved in?” she asked herself. “The reasons for some things are just too bizarre to get to the bottom of. But I guess I still must do it. For the good of the colony.”

The next morning, a troubled Queen Atta trudged out of bed and outside onto the surface of the island. She knew that whatever strange thing was going to happen, it had to happen soon.

The first to approach her was Flik. “Atta, will you be okay? I don’t think-”

'I’m sorry," Atta cut him off, looking down. “A queen’s gotta do what a queen’s gotta do.”

“But if you leave, who will take care of the colony?” Flik asked anxiously. “No one else knows about this.”

“I don’t know,” groaned Atta, her feet suddenly trembling.

“Atta, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” she repeated. She felt a little weak. Everything around her seemed to be blocked by a blinding light.

“You don’t look so good. You don’t even look real anymore,” Flik’s worried voice echoed.

To Atta, it seemed that Flik and everyone and everything else was what didn’t look real anymore. She abruptly opened her eyes wide and stood up, now panting. The last she heard was Flik’s scream for her before he disappeared from sight.

“Flik,” she called out. But as she nervously reached out her hand to at least feel where she was, nothing was there anymore. All there was was a blank light, surrounding her, but she felt like she was falling.

I don’t know what crazy thing I’m going through, but I’ve got to protect the colony in any way, Atta reminded herself bravely. I’ve got to make sacrifices, be it my choice or not. And if I perish, I perish.

[nightwheel]

OOC:This is going to be my first bit of fanfic style writing ever.

Sarge (Toy Story) Prologue
It’s been a few years since Woody was taken by the toy collector, Al of Al’s Toy Barn. And Andy has gotten older since then. And as with most of Andy’s toys, Sarge and the rest of his buddies in the Bucket of Soldiers were barely being played with any more.

Well Sarge one day had enough of doing nothing. And it happened to be Andy’s birthday. So Sarge asked Woody with some respect, “Permission to go and stake out out the party, And report on what we see that Andy gets this year Sir.” And Woody said with agreement, “Permission Granted.” So Sarge and the rest of his men got ready like they have done times before for something like this. Meanwhile, while the rest of the troops were getting the base of operations and every this else set up. Sarge asked Slinky if he would be willing to help with the stake out. And Slinky said kindly, “Well sure Sarge!”

Sarge and Slinky got to the living room. And went to where the base was set up in the in the plant. in which the troop had set up the brand new walkie talkies. And put in a fresh set of batteries in they also. After of which they went to their prospective places around the Living Room. And were set to report the party back to Woody and everybody else.

The party was proceeding as usual. With Sarge reported back on what he was seeing from the plant. And then, when Sarge thought that all the gifts were opened. Mom brought out large gift from the back room. And Sarge had to get radio turned on fast to let them know that there was one more gift. But for some reason, The radio would not turn on. He knew the batteries are good. But given the time he had, he did not have enough time to make it work. So he thought to him self that he will report on this gift to the others. When he gets back to Andy’s room.

Andy went to open the gift. And there was nothing in there. Everyone was shocked. Including Andy’s mother since she was the wrapped the gift. And was 100% sure that she wrapped the gift too. But they didn’t have time to search for the gift. Since Andy, his friends, and his family had were going to have dinner at a local buffet. And had to go. Leaving the empty box on the floor on it’s side.

After they left, Sarge along with the troops were packing thing and were heading back to Andy’s room when Sarge looked back as saw a white light emnating from inside the what was a empty box. And he proceeded to get a closer look. At the same time, Slinky also saw the light emanating from the box too. And he too went to get a closer look.

When he got up there. Sarge asked Slinky with a bit of authority, “Do you have any idea whats making that light solider.” And slinky replied back with some curiousity, “No I do not Sarge”

Just then, They both felt a unknown force start pulling them into the box…

[Al-Bob]

Crush’s Prologue Man!!!

Dudes this is Crush’s prologue
This may become a little bit hard to understand as it is from a surfboarder (no offense dudes) so just imagine what i’m saying…

Well it all started on one fine day as me and my buds were just hangin out in
the EAC. We were like just swimming around the currents trying to find swift
ones to do tricks in…it totally rocked dude! My pal Squirt decided that we were
going to find the big one so we took off! As we were skimming along the
current the wall split open and we were totally thrown of cource. Squirt Hold
ON!!! i screamed as we plummelted towards the floor. I closed my eyes as i
frantically attempted to swim away. Suddenly from above a loud noise was
heard. And just as fast as we were sinking we were being lifted up out of
the water. It was like magic dude. My little buddy Squirt couldn’t hold on and fell
back towards the current. I started to travel towards the surface but the sun
started to blind my eyes…

[WBoon]

OOC: Sorry if this is kinda crappy, but I want to rush through this dead period for the game and get things started and heated up.

BIC:
Nigel’s Prologue

  A few miles away from the fast-flowing Eastern Australian Current lies a lively port filled with squabbling seagulls fighting over the tiniest bits of food available, spectating pelicans standing stout above stone pedestals whilst being amused by the silly sight, and not to mention the helpless crabs struggling for their lives as their protective hard shells were unprotective from beaks and wings of the sort. It was an ordinary morning indeed, with the exception of one very unordinary portion of that scenery...

  "Babara!" let out a deep voice behind the grilles of a nearby dentist's office. "Could ya hurry up? I want to get out of this dump as fast as I can."

  'Smack!' A noise boomed through the panes of the window, alerting the once residential dentist into his office.

  "It's you!" exclaimed P. Sherman, his finger accusingly pointing at a white pelican well-known to us as Nigel, his wings tiredly flapping just in front of the window. "You're the bird that's ate my [i]fishies[/i]!"

  In urgent pursuit for vengeance, the alleged fish-lover shoved his windows open and stretched himself outwards in attempt of grabbing the accused fish-eater.

  Nigel, stuck in a confusing dilemma between staying and make attempts in understanding the crazed ramblings of the dentist and escaping, thus saving his own life, naturally chose the latter, unaware of his 'tanked' friends' disappearance from the water box.

  More importantly, he was unaware of his path, and the vertical, halo-shaped portal laid before him...

  'Swoop.' It only took a second for his teleportation to take place. Unaware that he was not in Sydney anymore, he continued to flap his wings within the darkness, only to have his uneven beak smack against a wall-like structure before him, knocking the pelican unconscious.

OOC: So that is it, guy! What do you think? Wrote it in a mere twenty minutes or so. :blush:  As I said, trying to rush things a little bit, so just post your characters' entrance whenever you can and we can start the first round. :wink:

[Al-Bob]

Crush soon recovered his sight as his brain regained normal status. The shock of being so rapidly twirled around made him almost forget what he had gone through. The pain gradually increased and soon the furious pain hit him like a train. He groaned as his eyes focused in and out making his surroundings look like jello…
“Wow…man! What was that??”
His eyes started to focus but all he could see was a dark room that revealed very little details…
“What is this??” wondered Crush as he noticed objects about him that he knew only humans used.
“Am I at the eating places??
Am i going to become seafood, eatfood??
I wonder where the way out is??”
Suddenly he noticed a teenager and a mom standing in the room close by…
“Whoa dudes…what is this place??”

[bright_dot-dasher]

OOC: Sorry it’s been a while- honestly, I had trouble thinking this up, but I didn’t expect myself to take this long. My apologies.

BIC:

Atta coughed as white fog and dust surrounding her cleared to reveal a totally unfamiliar environment. She had never ever been outside of Ant Island, not once. And now that she finally was- well, she was completely astonished at everything she saw. It was all alien to her.

Instead of the tall, green, lovely clovers back at home, there was a solid, smooth, chrome wall. Instead of the magestic tree that always gave plentiful shade and abundant blossoms in spring and varieties of raining colors in autumn, there stood just a machine- a very strange machine indeed- and it seemed awake with all the flashing on its screen. And all around her, Atta was surprised at everything there.

“Okay,” she mumured. “I’m here. Now what? Is that all?”

Suddenly, a great light appeared in her direction, and she had to shade and squint her eyes to see past it. The light came from the weird machine, and the most unusual foreign symbols and complicated, very detailed shapes began to form some kind of code on its screen.

The machine searched though its own files, and Atta wondered what would happen next. Was she brought here just for a bizarre thingymabob to scan her for information?

A message blinked on the screen and a mechanical voice stated, “Check. Clear.”

“Check what?” Atta mumbled, confused.

“It’s alright,” she told herself. “The worst is probably behind me.”

The light immediately went off. However, there were noises- anonymus clusters of voices and footsteps. Atta turned around, and gasped, speechless at what was in front of her, further down.

There were creatures she had never seen before in her life, that lived beyond and outside her home island. And seeing everyone else, her heart beat faster and felt like it would stop any second. Atta felt so weak, so small, so doomed, compared to what her sight captured.

“Or the worst is in front of me!” she almost yelled, but no one could probaby hear her anyway.

“Welcome to the Game!” the machine said.

“Game?! I’m here for a game to get murdered?” Atta cried.

“It’s a game to me,” a voice cackled, every word being delivered through the screen.

I don’t stand a chance, she knew, fearing it might as well be the last of her thoughts, from where she was standing.

[thedriveintheatre]

When the three cars finally emerged from the tunnel, they found themselves in a huge chamber.

“Hey look, y’all! Ah’ve found somethin’!” hollered Mater.

He was looking at a sign on the wall, with an icon of an automobile imprinted on it.

“Well, I guess that means us. We must have arrived at the correct entry point,” deduced Lightning.

Suddenly, they heard say in a laid-back drawl, “Wow…man! What was that??” It sounded like it was coming from another room.

“Hey, is somebody there? Can you hear us?” shouted Sally.

There was no response for a few seconds. Then they heard the voice inquire about his whereabouts. Sally thought of calling again when they heard a loud beeping sound to their right.

They all turned to face a large computer set against the wall. Although the screen was dark, it emitted a low humming noise. There was a keyboard panel with buttons large enough for use them to use their tires on, and it was at floor level beneath the gigantic monitor.

Sally rolled over cautiously. There must be a proximity sensor, because the screen flickered to life. On the display, there were a series of boxes laid out in a grid, each box showing a different security video cam footage, probably of different rooms in the complex. Sally pressed the first button from the top left corner. The corresponding screen enlarges to fill the whole display. There was a bucket of toy soldiers, except they weren’t representations of cars but of an alien-looking creature.

She clicked the next button the right, and the screen changed to show another room, but this one was the size of a hangar. A mysterious spaceship was parked inside, with the words ‘Axiom’ was emblazed on its side. Its bay doors were open, and there was an overweight man in a ship captain’s outfit standing next to a little robot with a red dome for a head.

She clicked the third button, just in time to see a pelican (she knew what it was, because birds existed in the Cars world) smack into a wall.

“Ooh! That’s gotta hurt,” winced Lightning.

Sally ignored his remark and pressed a third button. She saw a strange purple-looking monster typing something on the computer in his own chamber. She watched as he rested his head in frustration on the keypad before standing up suddenly in realisation of something. He then leaped from the computer just as a lightning bolt fried the spot where he once stood. She saw him snicker before disappearing through a trapdoor.

“Oh my…” she said to herself.

No sooner had the words left her lips than the trio heard a crash behind them. They all turned slowly around to see the purple monster they watched moments ago lying in a heap on the floor in front of them. Above him was a chute in the wall, where he must have tumbled from.

They watched as he lay still while the dust cloud cleared, unsure of what he would do next, and how they would respond…

[Nexas]

Randall felt like it had taken DAYS, maybe a month or so, to beat himself over not thinking of trap doors. Sure, it happened in a few seconds, but it still felt like a month or so ( )

The drop wasn’t as long as he expected it to be. In fact, he could see he was dropped into another room. When he hit the floor, he simply held out his hands and feet and stuck there for a moment, before gravity caught up with him and he hit his chest against the ground. Needless to say, his feelings in those few seconds could be drummed up in two words…

“Ow…”

…the second a censor would have to blank out.

“Great…first get rejected by a computer…blasted…then dropped…more to add my list of ways to get physically pounded on…” he mumbled, starring at one of the chrome walls. Something caught his attention though. The room was chrome colored, sure, and there were gray bits here and there. But thanks to it’s almost reflective nature, something, albiet in a twirl sort of way, was something bright red. More or less, when you put something red into dark room, you want to make it noticeable. Randall had to wonder…make WHAT noticeable?

Options. He needed options. Unknown room…unknown place…unknown…thing somewhere else in the room…not very many options he had. Then something else happened, something was rolling, and he smelt something familiar. Oil. That’s what it was. That unmistakable smell. Randall was use to it in his younger days. Always tinkering with things…

“Stop it…I can recall later…” he scolded himself. Without further adue, he jumped up, clung to the wall, and starred at the red thing. The reaction he used was something he didn’t do so much. Surprise. In front of him was not one, but THREE things. No not things…but cars…?

“I fall into a garage…??” he wondered. But the cars were unlike anything he’d seen. Sure, they mostly looked like a car…even like human ones that he saw sometimes outside kids windows. But the freaky thing is that it looked, all of them, like it had eyes on the windsheild.

Weird or not, they seemed to be standing still, erieely looking at him. Randall blinked.

“Ok…guess humans make their cars weird…” he whispered to himself. He breathed, looking around. “Good…now where the keys…I can get out of here and grab myself a car from the jerk that brought me here…”

[The_Star_Swordsman]

Helen and Violet stand on the island, looking out over the ocean. Both felt a sense of hopelessness and apprehension at the same time. Violet sighed to herself and sat down on the sand. She wanted to cry, but did not want to show her mom that she was scared. Her mother has taught her to never show fear, even in the face of danger. Violet sniffled a bit. Helen knelt next to her, wrapping her arms around her.

“Violet, I know you are scared. I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be fine, but right now, I am as terrified as you are.” she said.

“Mom, I want to go home. I don’t want to play this stupid game. I don’t want to die. I don’t want you to die.”

Helen started stroking her daughter’s hair to comfort her.

“I know . . . me too.”

Violet started to get panicky. “How are we supposed to get home? How can we contract dad or the NSA? What is going to happen? I don’t want any of us to die! What would I do if . . .”

Helen grabbed Violet by the shoulders and looked at her. “Violet, calm down! Now I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I need you to promise to be brave for me okay? I promise you are going to live. I don’t care what happens to me. I would rather die then have anything happen to you. So you have got to promise me that whatever happens, you will be strong for me. Promise?”

Violet was shaking inside. She felt the same way about her mother as well. Violet didn’t know what would happen if her mother was killed in this sadistic game. But she knew that Helen was right. Being afraid and weak isn’t going to help Vi and her mother survive.

She wiped away her tears as she nodded and replied, “Yes mom. I’ll try.”

Helen smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Helen and Violet got up, looked into the jungles of Nomanisan, took a deep breath and began their journey.

[Al-Bob]

Crush was still rather shocked as he watched the supers walk into the jungle. He paused hoping to catch a glimpse of them coming out. The air stood as silent as a mouse and a crack of a twig would have sounded like a gunshot to any creature nearby.

A few minutes later Crush realized he was alone and unable to walk like the humans into the forest.

“Hey!! Where am i supposed to go?”

The silence of the jungle started to become a good thing to Crush who wanted no one near him.

“Well I guess I can go home now?” He thought to himself as he started to turn around back into the water. He started to sink into the refreshing water. Down and down he sank until some twenty feet down he hit the bottom. There he looked around. nothing but clear sea-salt water met his eyes. Suddenly Crush spotted something in the distance. It appeared like a large pot hole but only in the water. It was open and seemed to have no bottom. He cautiously peered into it just to see what it was like. Suddenly a quick intake of water was pumped through the tube and started to slowly suck Crush inside! He started to frantically pull away.

“Not AGAIN!!!” he though to himself.

Soooouuuuuuccckkkkk!!! It started to pull him inside…down down down into the blackness.