A scrap of paper floats in the air toward you. Written on the piece of paper is an explanation of a game called Warehouse 23. On one hand, you're inclined to rip it to shreds. You've seen what curiosity gets you. Djinn, time loops, demons... still. You never know. It could be a way out of this godforsaken place. You begin skimming the paper...

"You're in a giant warehouse. Ever see that show called Warehouse 13? It's kinda like that. Only that's about the warehouse that stores the nicer artifacts. Warehouse 23 is where all the real crazy stuff is buried.

To make it worse... well. You're stuck here. There's no way out of the warehouse. You've looked. Your only chance of getting out of the warehouse is, unfortunately, opening the boxes storing each of the artifacts. The general way it all works is this:

1. The poster resolves the prior post, describing the artifact in more detail.
2. The poster then opens a new box, giving a basic description of what he fixes inside.

So, the originating poster - Ruan - (who the hell is Ruan?) - opens the box, and gives a basic description of what's inside. For instance, he opens the box and it has a copy of Gray's Anatomy inside. Then, a mysterious next poster expands upon the description. This particular copy of Gray's Anatomy has a rather detailed section on alien anatomy. On the back of the book, there's a disclaimer that states it should NOT be confused with Grey's Anatomy, the TV show. That poster then opens the next box, describing the contents for the next mysterious poster to fully reveal."

... You remember that one. That was over a few aisles back, right next to that annoying box ghost. Actually turned out to be useful when you ran into said aliens a few days ago. You knew just where to hit them. In the nards. Yep, aliens have nards.

Tossing the bit of paper over your shoulder, you walk over to a nearby aisle and pull a box off of the shelf with a grunt. Opening the box cautiously, you see what looks to be a snowglobe.

You pick up the snowglobe, causing the "snow" inside to swirl around inside. The packing peanuts inside the box immediately leap out and begin flying around the room. You quickly set the snow globe down on top of another box and watch as the snow inside it gently floats back to the bottom, and the packing peanuts do the same. Examining the globe closer, you notice that there seems to be a very accurate replica of the warehouse interior inside it. Extremely accurate. In fact, as you squint at it, you seem to notice a small figure kneeling next to one of the boxes, staring closely at a small round object...

You toss the globe back into the box before it gives you a headache, and the packing peanuts follow suit. As you stand up after closing the box, you notice a faint humming sound. Following it to its source, you encounter a box that seems to be vibrating slightly. Upon opening it, you see a shiny, basketball-sized metal sphere.

Throwing caution to the winds you gingerly pick up the metal sphere. It is warm, bronze-colored and vibrating ever so slightly. The moment your fingertips touch it it sears white hot. You drop it but the ball levitates before you, pulsing with some strange energy. Visions fill your head: war, famine, destruction, Rick Astley. After several seconds the images fade and you slump to the ground, stunned. The ball emits a pulse of sonic energy, knocking over several nearby stacks of boxes and falls with a clang to the ground, rolling off into the shadows.

You pick yourself up, and try to clear your head of the words 'Never gonna give you up'. You glance at a spilled pile of boxes and notice one that has split open and apparently has a sword inside.

End of Line.

Crap, knew I should have posted that I was working on something since it was getting long. Guess I'll keep it and modify it to fit something that can take the place of what happened with the ball. Which may be a problem... Also it is odd that I was thinking about starting this game back up just yesterday...


"I probably could use a sword in this place." Walking over, the person picks up the sword.

Suddenly the person feels extremely strong, and invincible even. Swinging the sword around in moves that instinctively the person knows they never knew. The person is in awe. The sword radiates "power".

With a huge smile on their face, they turn it and hold it out with both hands and examine the sword. There is a word fancily etched into it near the hilt. Excited, the person says, "No wonder! it's the famous sword Excali-- What?... Excali...mer? Excalimer..."

The instant the name was said completely, it became very heavy, tarnished, and as if it was made of rubber. The "power" was replaced with "shame".

Wanting to have nothing with this sword, the person -with difficulty- put it back in its box. A tag with a string that appears to have been cut is found in the box.

It read:

For users of the sword [That Shall Not be Named]:

This sword with just a touch will make the wielder immortal, better looking, athletic, and stronger.

Disclaimer:
Do not say the the sword's name, otherwise the shame of not being [That Other Sword], the opposite will happen to you and the sword. And probably your death eventually.

"That's silly."

Looking around, the person sees a box with a stamp on the side that says "fragile". Shaking it vigorously, no noise is heard.

Opening it, there is what appears to be about a dozen broken wine glasses that are "bleeding" red wine all over, with one perfectly intact glass in the middle.

Pulling the unbroken goblet out of the case, you give it a flick with the nail on your finger. A resounding sharp ping echoes out of the liquid inside, pulsing down the aisle of boxes. You wince, dropping it, and it falls to the floor, only to watch it lands neatly on it's base. A single drop of fluid slides down the side and drops to the floor, hissing slightly. You hastily kick the glass away under a stack of crates, watching as the floor curdles around the drop of red wine. It burns it's way through the floor as you turn to open another crate.

Wrenching the lid of the box off, you find a garbage bag full of bits of technological junk. A particular piece catches your eye, and you pull it out of the tangle to reveal a long, glowing rod attached to a display. Three red digits count down on the screen, freezing momentarily, then doubling.