Won’t Be Updating

I’ve got too many appointments for the hospital to update recently. I hope you all understand.

Also, I have a secret project that I’m starting up; if you like this blog, and you like ARGs, you’re going to love this secondary thing…

Old Habits

[The end of the Great Intermission!]

It was a quiet Sunday morning on Albia, several months after the escape from the Trial. Chip had gradually made his way back to the place where his Norn family was being raised. The whole ordeal had made Modo and Hope decide to recede their “marriage” as they raised their children, and so a lot of thing were new around the home. Suddenly, the alarm that Chip had installed on arrival began to blare.

“Hey, look, it’s that time again,” sighed Hope, taking the elevator to the ground floor. A terribly large and imposing Grenorn (the descendants of Quasimodo, who had survived for quite a long time) was rowing to shore. “What is it this time?”

The grenorn lurched out of the boat and began his usual routine.

“Gimme honey. Gimme yer ‘puter. Gimme everything ya got,” he commanded, not realizing Hope was bored of this already. This had been going on for days. “Ah, come on! Help a guy out, wouldja!? I need it for my wife! I need all this stuff for trading to please my shopaholic hag of a significant other!”

And so on, and so on. The pleading was halted by the sight of a tremendous airship hovering above them, descending to land on the sandy beaches. A crowd formed, and a familiar shape stepped out, accompanied by fog and smoke…

“Did you really think I was gone forever?” Chip smirked, as he was instantly embraced by his family. Chip had vanished for months at a time, and had that twinkle in his eyes that sometimes flashed up. He’d been to the opposite island many times… And when he returned, he never spoke about what happened there.

That night, that would change. Hope, Modo, and two of their children (Alyssa and Bates, respectively) planned in secret to follow him in the submarine. So, that night, they did, and they decided to split up to cover more ground. It was Modo who found Chip at last, working on some strange new device and with a couple of twisted, malnourished and deformed creatures locked away. One resembled a mass of eyes and mouths, with eighteen heads. Modo silently praised every god he knew the existence of that it couldn’t move. The other creature was a chattering mess of mangled body parts, crudely stitched together, with approximately nineteen visible faces. They shrieked, screamed, babbled and begged as the crazed scientist paid it no heed, transfixed by his work.

Hope witnessed something less objectively horrifying; in the entrance to the island, in a room not far from their infiltration point, was a statue. Its eyes shone a deep purple, enticing her closer, when they immediately turned red. The more Hope stared at it, the more she began to hear a noise. It sounded like a thousand voices, each one whispering some indecipherable command, and they only got louder…

The twins had found a strange journal, chronicling a week on the island, but then finding other pages had been torn out, scribbled over, or just plain burned. The phrase “FOR SCIENCE!” tended to occur frequently.

Whatever Happened to Chip?

The story will resume very soon, everyone! I hit terrible writer’s block, and then lots of appointments and hospital visits came up. I’ll try to update on Sunday though, I promise! A few shout outs to Aiko of Naturing;Nurturing for her fantastic video playthrough of Creatures (and her voice, which is fighting her norns for the title of Cutest Thing), the lovely folks of Creatures Caves, and Grendel Man, who I haven’t directly interacted with but admired as a genius from afar!

Unsolved Mysteries

Chip felt strange as he returned to his old lab. Nothing was broken, but a faint ringing sounded from the island to the east. It was calling him… Chip’s eyes fogged over in a purple haze, and, in a trance, he made his way to the island for the second time in ages…

Ask The Cast

THE GREAT INTERMISSION COMMENCES! However, I have made this blog my mission, and it won’t end, so while I gather inspiration, I’ve gathered all the cast for a behind the scenes expose on anything you guys might want to ask! It can be any question, addressed to any character, answered by them personally*!

So, without further ado, let’s begin the Great Intermission of Asks!

*Responses to questions are dictated, written in script format, and posted. Chip The Third and ChipCo. Industries are not responsible for any sarcastic or ultimately untrue replies.

Back To The Trial (Trial Arc Finale)

“And all this truly happened?” asked the judge, incredulously. The Elder simply nodded, as the judge leaned forward, staring directly at Chip with piercing, dark orbs for his eyes.

“So what you are saying is that Chip The Third isn’t only a murderer, he is also the saviour of your village, the discoverer of a new species, a roboticist, and an all-around smarmy little-?” the judge composed himself as Chip smirked. “Are you… Are you MOCKING me, sir?!”

“Got it in one, Strands,” Chip smirked, “the whole point of this trial, me coming quietly and such and such, was to waste your time while we got everything fitted.”

“What do you mean, while you got… Everfnghtuhd…”

The judge fell into a deep sleep, alongside the rest of the courtroom, allowing Chip to simply walk out. He boarded the airship bound for his old home.

“You were right, Ogilvy,” he smiled, “given time, everything went according to plan. They don’t even know which part of the story was true, like me landing on Albia with nothing and raising two norns. Incidentally, we should be getting back to them.”

“So, you just Keyser Soze’d the entire thing?” asked the young, white-haired chap, “what about the witnesses?”

“You really think the Elder would go against the saviour of Sandstopper? Come on! Of course he told that story to give you guys time to bust me out. Thanks, man.”

“What will you do now?”

“What do you think? I’ll go and carry on caring for my family here on Albia. Of course the records will still be updated, I need a way to remember the good times. Good thing I took all those stage theatric classes, though…”

Hope Against Hope

Hope was ready to leave and head home with her husband and son… But Chip, her father, was nowhere to be seen! She gathered everyone to the docks to await for him, when they saw a tremendous airship gently hover into port. There was a lot of noise from within, and the metallic sound of rapid footsteps as the ship landed…

Chip leapt from the door of the airship seconds before it spontaneously exploded! In his arms, he carried an unconscious man with one eye and a large, serious number of bruises and cuts. Chip placed the unconscious man on the small lifeboat and kicked it off, into the sea, where it began to drift away.

“Pack your things,” he told the trio, with a hint of sadness in his voice, “we’re leaving.”

Hope and Modo made a number of attempts to get the story of what happened in the airship, but Chip kept silent, packing away everything he had brought. It was clear he was affected greatly by whatever it was. Later that night, Modo found Chip on the deck of the boat, staring off into the moonlight. As she approached, he climbed onto the side and jumped off into the sea, swimming off into the distance. Modo heard the splashing and came out to see what it was.

“Hope?” he asked, “Where… Where’s Papa Chip going?”

“Chip… Needs to be alone right now, I think,” replied his wife, “he’s had some very hard choices to make, and he didn’t always make the right ones. So, he’s… He’s going away. He needs time.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” asked Modo, mournfully.

“I think we might. Depends on how much pain he’s in…”

Chip, meanwhile, was in deep thought as he swam. It pained him to leave his family, but he needed to keep them safe. How much safer can you be if your mad scientist father was far away? Chip swam for hours before he came across an abandoned sea-fort to rest in. It had a lab. It was surprisingly clean. Yes… This place would do.

And then something snapped, deep within him. A pounding from the inside of Chip’s head. The combined stress of every attempt he made to do good had finally caved in. A hollow chuckle escaped the mad scientist’s lips as he stared into a cracked mirror.

“No good deed goes unpunished…” he smirked to himself.

Chip worked all through night and day for the next few weeks. He was building something, something big…