konstantin.neo on 5/10/2009 at 15:07
What is a hybrid?
One wakes up one morning and realizes he has been bitten by a worm and then it begins.
I would like to understand better those hybrids. What do they do, what motivates them. It seems that they try to warn the player telling him "Run!", sometimes they cry "Kill me!" and other times they mumble about the "joy of the many".
Is a hybrid a fulfilled being or a conflicting one, struggling between the individual and the many?
cosmicnut on 5/10/2009 at 15:14
The idea is that, somewhere, deep inside, they are still human and know exactly whats going on.
Some of the humans joined the Many, others resisted. The choice of audio shouted by the hybrid may be random but I like to think that when you hear "Run!" or "Kill Me!", its an unwilling human trying to fight back.
The ones that yell something about the "Dischord" of a free mind, are those that are loosing the battle with sanity.
The ones that praise the Many are lost soles who either by choice, or by their minds breaking are fully under the controll of the Many.
It's on of those carefull touches that makes the game as good as it is
suliman on 5/10/2009 at 15:19
Quote Posted by konstantin.neo
What is a hybrid?
A miserable little pile of worms!
ZylonBane on 5/10/2009 at 18:44
Quote Posted by suliman
A miserable little pile of worms!
Take it back to commchat, 'tard boy.
Sulphur on 5/10/2009 at 20:26
Day Five:
Blacked out again. Memories came flooding back when I woke, the pain, the terror, the ecstasy, the pleasure. I think I killed someone today. Remember raising my pipe. Bringing it down. Again. And again. There's some sticky grey flecks stuck on the end of it. Don't want to inspect what it might be too closely.
Can't get this thing out of me. It's growing, pulsating. I tried ripping it out, but my hands wouldn't work. Can't even get it out indirectly: tried programming one of the surgical units, but had to stop halfway. It's almost like it's reading my thoughts.
I want to kill myself, but I don't have the courage. I keep hearing things. Feeling things. Some sort of song, a weird sense of closeness and distance, all at once, and not. It's strangely beautiful in a way. If I tune right in, I feel almost at peace. But I'm not me then. I'm... someone else. And then when I realise I'm losing it, I tear myself back to reality, but just as I find myself, this wave of emotion breaks over me, this sense of unbearable loss and agony.
I want to kill myself. Can't go on like this. I remember now, who it was I killed. I remember the wash of crimson cascading down, over frightened eyes. I remember those last, agonising, whispered words. I wish I could gouge my eyes out, puncture my ears, so I'd never be able to see or hear anything like it again.
But I can't. All I can do is remember. And cry.
And at least, for now, there's that.
RocketMan on 6/10/2009 at 01:16
Bravo Sulphur :)
Ironic isn't it? Ironic, that the very thing the many takes away simultaneously burns stronger than ever in my mind...before my eyes...all over my skin...
I've longed to know who it is I am and what I am here to do. Life has seemed a wash of fleeting moments and missed opportunities. My senses, dull and atrophied from the malady that was my life....so what is this, here, and now?
A parasite burrows deep into my body and steals away from me that which I thought wholely my own....but as it does so, I am afraid. I am terrified. I am also saturated with vivid thoughts and feelings, pain, anxiety, a sense of isolation. The more I fight, the stronger they become...and when I weaken, they are replaced with something smooth and mellow, comforting in fact. This is perhaps the most pleasant death my soul will ever know. Who I am is being devoured slowly and with deliberation. As I die, I taste life for the last time and I know what it is to truly feel human. Every recess of my brain is alive and I finally understand why I am afraid....because I now know what it is I am losing, all too late. Yes, this worm has given me a great gift. It has shown me who I am....but at a great price, for the gift dissolves as suddenly as I received it.
Am I still in control? Is this me who is talking? I wanted to kill myself but now that thought is all but gone. I'd like to think it is because the thought of vacuum is more horrible than the most searing of emotional torments. Piercing as they might be, their strength is invigorating and reminds me that I am indeed alive. Perhaps I am not truly dying... Perhaps I am only being given a key to a protected archive, one to which I have always been oblivious. This book may very well unlock the knowledge of being and in so doing, it may very well change the way I see myself.
I see myself, now, and what I see no longer frightens me. I am actually happy. I feel warm and.....liberated! Thank you for this that you have given me. Ah...what a fool I am...there is no you and there is no I. There are simply Many....and the Many BE.
Sulphur on 6/10/2009 at 19:37
Hey thanks, RM. cosmicnut explained it beautifully, but I think there's always a little more room to illustrate things with a story. Good stuff! :thumb:
DumbHacker on 16/10/2009 at 06:53
Itchy. Tasty.
terrannova on 22/10/2009 at 16:50
As soon as you become a Hybrid you look like all the other Hybrids. You have a built-in map that shows exactly where any Von Braun survivors or non-Hybrids are hiding. You can die and will be regenerated an unlimited amount of times. The only downside, you don't know how to work the computers or security terminals. :D
paganinio on 31/10/2009 at 17:28
Sylar turned into Nathan on the recent episodes of Heroes. It provides great insight.
