the maze by Austin
TEAM: Freelance Villain
KIT CLASS: Energy Conduit
Hall Of Fame!
Survival - 8 wins!
Brutal - 1 fatalaties!
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 4
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 4
Markal - Win 0-0
Dr. Kosyn - Win 0-0
Chairo - Win 0-0
The Lonely Cube - Win 0-0
The Mute - Loss 0-0
Pan De Muerto - Win 0-0
Jeff Fortune - Win 0-0
Criamon - Win 0-0
Holli & Sammy - Loss 0-0
Mean Cuisine - Win 0-0
Saint of Pizza Delivery - Loss 0-0
Thanatopsis - Loss 0-0
I know a place that no one goes. I've been to places no one knows. I've seen a shape that's changing always. I have a house with many hallways. Inside my house are many doors. And each door leads to many floors. When I walk up the stairs at night. I reach my room while it's still light. And when I go to sleep in bed. When I wake up I WAKE UP DEAD. (written on wall, author unknown) It has been a week now, I think. My watch tells me it's been a week. Soon my supplies will run out, and then I will die here, just like all the others. I can't see the walls, but I can hear things. It sounds like there's something alive in here with me. And it's cold. My voice echoes, sometimes distant, sometimes whispering in my ear. Two days ago I tried to retrace my route. All my markers are gone. Or maybe they are still there, and the hallways and doorways and stairs and floors and ramps... Maybe it's just where I left them is gone, that's all. Maybe. I think this place is trying to kill me. God help me, I don't know why, but it is. Slowly toying with me. I shouldn't have gone alone. Forgive me Lord, I should have listened to Bryan. He warned me, he's seen others go in with more preparation, but I can't help it. Or is it ego? Perhaps it was my hubris to believe that I would be the on to solve the mystery of the maze. Perhaps someday this journal will find it's way back to Jean, even if I don't (and I know now that I will not). I wish I could have said good-bye, held her one last time, and told her that I **remaining text partially torn and obscured by stains** (Journal of Chris Ariane, found 09/16/98)
Personality: The historical records of this thing are precious few. If I hadn't been standing outside just this afternoon, I would almost discount it as an urban legend. In truth, many people still do. Why are the records so spare? A parchment here, an old polaroid there, a black and white of some family and their Packard parked in front of this block, backs to the gaping black door. Records of some sort of twisted hellish maze located within, but how? Why? Is it a sentient creature, or simply a malevolent phenomenon. I have high hopes that my investigation will be able to finally penetrate some of the mystery surrounding it... (excerpt from the private journals of Dr. Earle Tierney, 10/31/84, deceased)
| Weak BELOW normal human strength - |
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).
|Weak BELOW normal human agility.|
Slow and uncoordinated.
|Weak BELOW normal human endurance. |
Goes down easy and stays there.
|Ultimate Godlike intellect. |
Undecipherably complex thought patterns.
It only makes logical sense. There must be some manner of energy, either being emitted or absorbed. There has to be something. Hot, cold, radio waves, god give me anything here. We can't seem to get any samples, so we can't even carbon date the thing... Is it even native to Khazan? I must be missing something. There's no emissions, we've tried bombarding it with everything and we've got nothing. They're going to cancel our grant if we don't show them something soon... **cont'd** ...I went there today. I stood at the door. God. It's so huge and empty. I've been in outer space. I've never seen anything like this. It's like, I can feel the cold. We can't get anything from this f------ thing, but I can FEEL the cold coming out of there... And then there's the sounds. I don't know. I don't know if we're hearing anything real, is it just my imagination, is it some convoluted echo of a poor soul trapped in the thing? The door is dark and cold and I think it's calling to me... (excerpt from the private journals of Dr. Earle Tierney, 07/27/89, deceased)
Perhaps the most puzzling aspect is the internal structure. Clearly it is not fixed. What is unclear is the extent of it, or indeed whether or not it is actually larger than the outer dimensions... (exerpted from Phenomenon of Khazan. Berkley Press, 2003. Vol. 42, pp. 219.) ...I think I may have made a mistake. It was simple enough. I tied off the fishing line to a spike I set outside the door. Then I walked. I wanted to see how far I could go in a straight line. No one even knows that much, I want to at least be able to say, "Okay, you can walk X number of feet before going whatever way." I have 200 ft of line and a compass. According to my compass I've been walking in a straight line. There were several branches I passed. And I'm out of line... **cont'd** ...I'm in trouble. I'm in so much trouble. This isn't the way I came. Oh God, I've got all my line. I've been up a flight of stairs. I've taken three left turns, and six right turns, and maybe the floor sloped, maybe up, or maybe down. I don't know where I am, but I found my spike lying on the floor with the line attached just now... (Journal of Chris Ariane, found 09/16/98)
- Power: Energy Body
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
Doctor Karen Tanner's recovered footage may be one of the most intriguing discoveries. It's been well documented, at great expense and possibly loss of life, that the internal structure, known as the maze, while nothing like the strength of the cube, is near impossible to damage. Certainly no samples have been recovered. So one question has always been, what about the messages and occasional pictures seemingly gouged into this surface? How Dr. Tanner was able to actually observe the maze's activity is unknown and, as she has also become one of its victims, will probably never be known. The footage, at any rate, clearly shows a gouge made with a stasis blade close before our very eyes. And furthermore Dr. Tanner showed that heating part of the surface resulted in a significantly reduced recovery time. So it would seem these scars, and that is clearly what they are, resulted from occasions when the maze appeared in a locale where the ambient temperature was so great that its recuperative faculties ceased to function... (excerpted from "Recent Developments in Surveying of Khazan Artifact 0015442831245," Lloyd Neville. 1999 pp. 14.)
This will be my last entry. I can't go on anymore. They pulled their funding. What the hell did they expect? I tried everything. It was like I wasn't doing anything at all. So help me, I actually paid to have a projected particle cannon fired at a spot just inside the door. We scratched it. It was like a big crack, right there, and then it was gone before I could get a photo of it. No one believes we did that. No one else saw the crack. We've recovered notes that suggest this thing can be damaged. If we just keep at it, we could do it, but the wouldn't. Even the mentalists. I can't believe I even hired them, standing there at the door (because they couldn't even touch the cube), and they're all straining... It was like, even the ones that got through whatever the hell was between them and the maze, they all just said the same thing: "It's huge. It's not like anything else. And it kicked me out." I can't stand it, because I can still hear those voices that aren't voices and sounds that aren't like anything at all. That cold that isn't there still chills me. I won't give it the satisfaction... (excerpted of final entry in the private journals of Dr. Earle Tierney (08/24/90), deceased)
"I live at the end of a five and half minute hallway. But as far as I can see, you are still miles from me in your doorway. And, oh, by the way, when the landlord came today he measured everything. I knew he'd get it wrong, but I just played along, 'cause I was hoping that would fix it all. But there's only so far I can go. When you're living in a hallway that keeps growing. I think to myself, 'Five more minutes and I'll be there.'" (excerpted from "5&1/2 Minute Hallway," Poe. Haunted. Fishkin Entertainment Incorporated, 2000. track 8.) I swear, it's playing with me. I'm nowhere. I'm in here, and it's always not here. Oh, I don't know. I don't know why. Why am I here? Why does the maze do this? I hear echoes. I hear nothing. It's always ahead of me, and never the same. Why...? (Journal of Chris Ariane, found 09/16/98)
- Power: Tactician
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I hired psychics. What was I thinking? ... They failed. All of them, except one, failed utterly. One made it through, for a moment, the one, I forget his name, but he had a mind-destroying power. He got through and he felt it. He told me his attack response was almost instinctive. He hit it, and he hit and then, well, something strange. His exact description was that it was as if it had mentally healed. What the hell kind of monstrosity heals its own mind? (excerpt from the private journals of Dr. Earle Tierney, 12/24/89, deceased) ...Some reports indicate the maze not only has recuperative physical abilities, but some form of similar, weaker mental power. It is only presumable that this power suffers from a similar aversion to heat as the more conventional physical ability. (excerpted from "Recent Developments in Surveying of Khazan Artifact 0015442831245," Lloyd Neville. 1999 pp. 15.)
- Power: Regeneration
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain Lava Cliffs