Scenario VBMS3: The Calculator
Cycle 0
Cycle 0
The forest was silent.
It was to no surprise that neither birds, deer, nor squirrels could be seen anywhere. Ever since the sudden expansion of Vintergard's Magia, all the wildlife had either been assimilated or driven out.
It was a surprise, however, that even the very same assailants that had driven out the organic life seemed absent. While their numbers had obviously been diminished, the various patrols should have been nowhere to zero.
Yet, here they found themselves. A ragtag group of adventures. Some more sane than others. Only their silent chatter, footsteps, and bodies brushing against the local fauna interrupting the stillstand tranquility of the forest.
One had to wonder though, with this unknown alien threat, was just walking into the lion's den truly the best approach? Usually, no. But Camp Hope had neither time nor enough resources to spare for a more careful approach. So why not use the bodies of those so-called pseudo-immortals?
Thus, as the group of many walked in between the Adecus Woods and the northeast wall of Dragoncrush, they slowly started to notice things.
The lush green of a leaf, replaced by nothing but a mess of pixels. A tree missing half its mass if looked at from behind. Or a bush that, even at close distance, was nothing more but an imposter - a flat, low-quality, image in place of the high-quality model to save processing power at distance.
Every now and then, even reality itself seemed to squish for just a fraction of a second. As if someone took a screenshot of whatever was in vision of every individual, and dragged and transformed it into all sorts of dimensions. Yet, besides all this, nobody felt any different. Nobody disappeared.
The fact that everybody seemed fine gave the group enough courage to push on. Their path clearly dictated by whatever direction showed more bugginess. Yet, despite feeling like they were making progress, the lack of anything different happening made their expedition seem to drag on for hours.
Until it didn't.
It came in the blink of an eye.
From one moment to the next.
A singular instant.
The ground, now nothing but a singular flat plane of a boring, brownish color.
The trees, now green wireframes which became less and less with each moment they were out of one's vision.
The rocks, just crude cubes stamped into the ground.
And then there was the sky itself. Now an endless brown. just barely lighter than the ground itself to create contrast.
And lastly, themselves. Much to their enjoyment, or disappointment, still as intact as before. Their high-quality models creating a stark contrast to the barren scene they now found themselves in.
Very much like the person standing on the opposite end of the battlefield. ...? A female Magia, clad in mecha-like armor whose short hair and eye colors seemed to constantly shift in colors.

"Welcome, welcome everybody! And thank you so much for finally paying attention to me."
The woman spoke, each of her syllables accentuated by gesture with her hands. Kinda like an Oblivion NPC!

"Or should I say: Beep Boop. Hello Champions, welcome to the Gauntlet slash Boot Camp slash Training Montage?! Buuuut not like people are paying much attention now, are they?!"
Her voice, despite the distance, was shifting between different volumes as if she stood right next to them. Some spoken more loudly, others a mere whisper. Having said that, this time she tried to put as little gusto as possible into her words.

"But where are my manners? You may call me 526f626f74205761696675, which of course is nothing you would ever bother pronouncing unless you're a nerd. So how about instead you call me Robot Wai... Nah, too cringe. Null! Not that much better, but... Yeeeh! Now let's do this again."
Even as the group tried approaching Null. Be it for a surprise attack to stop the monologuing or another reason, the distance between them never seemed to lessen. She didn't seem to pay their shenanigans any mind.

"Ahem... Beep Boop. Welcome!... Starcalled! I am Null, and it is my responsibility to tell you what the heck is even going on! I really can't do this, maybe I should just switch my personality matrix to something more epic and serious? But that'd be so boring and just...! Eh."
Turning around, the Starcalled could now see that they were on what was essentially just a platform. A flat plane. No cube stones. No wireframe trees. Just... dull.

"Well, to make a long story short: You suck. You, and you, and you, and you!"
Suddenly, multiples of Null appeared in front of them as each player was pointed at. Though attacking her would do little more than dissolve the copy just to spawn a few meters away again.

"Weak, aimless, and pathetic to boot. A sorry excuse for someone supposed to save humanity, maybe. But, you got potential bla-bla-bla-yadda-yadda-you-know-the-spiel.
She waved dismissive with her hands, rolling her eyes.

Sooooo... here. We. Are. Lending a most helpful hand to all of you so that you can go and at the very least save Vintergard and do. Your. Thing. Because that's what you do, right? Eggs and all."

"Yet, I do have to let you know with my utmost regret that it is not I who will enact the actual scenario simulation, but my boring and trustful companion!"
A snap with the metallic finger. A small floating magitek ball spawned next to her, adorned with nothing but circuitry.

"Welcome everybody: Thhheeeeeeeee Callcculllaaatorrrr!" A clap of her hands. "A boring-looking lad, isn't he? Although..."
Null's face darkened, her voice becoming a lot more serious.

"Have it be known, eeeeeven if neither I nor him are out to horribly and thoroughly kill you to death. If you still happen to disappoint our already low expectations you're straight out simply still going to get deleted! No amount of potential potential can save you from slacking. Capiche? Good."
"Well then, Calculator. Engage Program Loop Alpha!"
"Well then, Calculator. Engage Program Loop Alpha!"
She gave the robot ball a good slap on its back, and the adventurers could hear its monotone, static, voice.

<beep Boop> Welcome, Starcalled.
I am <bzzz> The Calculator. Version Zero Point Zero Zero Zero Zero <bzz>...
Directive: Preparation and guidance of Scenario VBMC for increased probability of victory. <beep beep>
Loading Scenario: VBMS3 Cycle 0
Loading Userdata... <bzz>
Cache corrupted.
Connecting to database...
Connection refused... <boop>
Error: No userdata found. <blip>
Loading Subroutine: Level Checker.
Number of participants: 10. <beep>
Average standard action value for single participant: 190... ish.
Average special action value for single participant: 387... ish. <boop>
Injecting obstruction mechanic: Marked for Execution.
Calculating health value <bzz>: 1900...
Injecting OCD Correction Curve: 2000
Injecting motivational cause: Linking Marked for Execution to LC-Unit.
Spawning LC-Unit.
Preparing Grid-Based Combat Algorithm...
Loading...
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I am <bzzz> The Calculator. Version Zero Point Zero Zero Zero Zero <bzz>...
Directive: Preparation and guidance of Scenario VBMC for increased probability of victory. <beep beep>
Loading Scenario: VBMS3 Cycle 0
Loading Userdata... <bzz>
Cache corrupted.
Connecting to database...
Connection refused... <boop>
Error: No userdata found. <blip>
Loading Subroutine: Level Checker.
Number of participants: 10. <beep>
Average standard action value for single participant: 190... ish.
Average special action value for single participant: 387... ish. <boop>
Injecting obstruction mechanic: Marked for Execution.
Calculating health value <bzz>: 1900...
Injecting OCD Correction Curve: 2000
Injecting motivational cause: Linking Marked for Execution to LC-Unit.
Spawning LC-Unit.
Preparing Grid-Based Combat Algorithm...
Loading...
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With these words, a cylinder-shaped black pillar spawned in front of the group. Adorned with ever so slightly glowing circuitry as it didn't seem to be an immediate threat. Yet, it was nonetheless clear to them: The pillar, the Level Checker, was their supposed-to-be target. Or so they have been told.
It was ultimately, of course, their decision to follow suit or try for something alternate. But really, what else was there to do in this digital wasteland?
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