Setting:InfiniCon/Lore

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Encounters/Accounts

This section is for any sort of encounter or events you happen upon in the vast world of InfiniCon.

Untitled Account #1

When I first moved into Infinity City, I knew things would never be the same. How could it be? In "The Real World", as I call it now, I was a single, barely-employed, overweight, lazy neckbeard who spent too much time on the internet. I had managed to save up enough money to actually go to Infinicon with some friends and, somehow, I landed a job at this toy outlet moving boxes from the trucks to the warehouse. Not an amazing job, mind you, but the crappy jobs got subsidized housing for dirt cheap, because we were so far away from the actual convention. Just another job, in the outskirts of another busy city, right? Well, I took up running to try and get in better shape. Something about the energy of the city made me want to move, I guess. Next thing I knew, I was jogging to the Anime district every night after work and jogging back home. Every day I'd get a little faster, so I'd have more time to spend looking at the shops and talking to con-goers. That's how I met Jayce.

Well, Jayce called himself a "businessman". t first, he seemed like one of those older Anime fans, with a job and responsibility and all that. I thought he was just a tourist at first, but, night after night, I would meet him at the same corner pub, and we'd talk. So, one night, he says to me, "I know you have a job, but would you like a better one? One that's closer to the daily action here?" Of course I did. I didn't mind the thirty-minute jog so much anymore, but I'd grown bored of the work I did (I guess the Con had spoiled me: brown boxes every day, boring people, tedious work, I wanted color and excitement!). He asked me to be a "Runner".

See, there were some things that people wanted that weren't exactly legal in Infinity City: Fireworks, some drugs, hard pornography, guns... and some weirder stuff I never asked about. An easy way to get caught with it was to deliver it above ground, walking or driving through a security checkpoint. The easiest way to not get caught was to run it through the Undercon. Now, I had heard some rumors about the Undercon being full of Infinity City's rejects, but I hadn't thought it was as bad as it really is, so I accepted. I got set up in my new apartment (overlooking Anime Square, no less!) and got settled in. The next night, Jayce shows up at my door with a box. He tells me to head to the alley behind our usual pub and open it.

Behind the pub, I opened the package. Inside was an odd-looking key and a note. The note told me to... well, I won't say where, because that would lose me my job. Let's just say that there are more entrances to the sewers than you'd think. The Undercon is a whole different place. Groups of furries (not the benign ones on the surface, either. These are the ones with flaps to stick their junk through and the sort), post-apocalyptic LARPers, crazies, homeless, and those who just... lost track of reality after being absorbed into the world of Infinicon... All these lived here. The Furries are MOSTLY harmless, but if there is a large enough group, they can jump you. The post-apoc guys are dangerous, and they want your stuff. Apparently, they have guns looted off of other, fallen Runners and smuggled in themselves. The crazies are all different, but mostly dangerous. You can usually hear them coming. The Homeless are probably the most sane. Once, I even ran into a guy who had set up a tiny apartment down there. He let me crash there after a few exhausting trips. Nice person.

That's about all I have to say about the Undercon. I know my story isn't especially interesting or insightful. I just felt I had to say it. I don;t especially LIKE my job, but I couldn't make a living in this city any other way, so I'm stuck with it. Infinity City is a drug, and those who taste it will do ANYTHING to get more. Stay out of the sewers, kids.

So, I guess I'm not gone yet. I'll detail a few of the more interesting things I've run across/picked up in the sewers.

• An all-Sailor Moon-themed rave/orgy.
• A large pile of melted pocky sticks. No packaging nearby.
• A gold and sapphire ring with the word "Eternity" engraved on the inside.
• A lost partygoer, dressed as a Cylon, holding a mostly empty bottle of Captain Morgan. I helped him get out before he got in trouble.
• A loaded AK-47. Gave it to Jayce, he paid me for it.
• A makeshift cannon, with an empty can of propellant (I think, label was rusted) and several busted-up walls and a large bloodstain on the ground.
• A corridor lined with unopened Pringles cans. I don't even.
• A theater's fly system, set up in a large chamber. Possibly, there used to be a stage here. No idea who built it or for why. Ropes were mostly rotted.
• A room lined with pictures of the same girl, obviously taken without her knowledge. Never found out who she was.
• What looked to be blueprints for a fully-functioning Pokeball. Smelled like vodka.
• A dead Bonsai tree with a tag tied to it that simply had the word "lol" written in pen on it.
• A room with several unfinished costumes, sized for different people. I think one was supposed to be Haruhi from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
• A server stack, abandoned. Jayce paid me for the location of it.
• Arrows painted on the ground, leading to a large hole. No obvious way out, so I didn't go down.
• A... very hefty woman, stark naked, masturbating against a wall. She looked me in the eyes as she finished, then got up and walked away. (Like a boss)
• A flower garden, well-tended to, by a woman dressed as Aeris from Final Fantasy 7. Admired her dedication to the role, went to dinner, she never called back. Bad kisser.
• A working HDTV, 56 inches. Kept it.

Three copies of NFL Blitz for the N64, in a stack. Cleaned them up and sold them to a pawn shop for a buck each.

• A stack of signs that said "Free WiFi". Probably stolen from various cafes.
• An area that looked to be some kind of village or something. Nothing much of value. Bullet holes everywhere.
• A filled body bag. On closer inspection, it was filled with Philadelphia Cream Cheese boxes.
• A trail of some blue fluid that stopped after half a mile. was gone the next day, stain included.
• And old refrigerator with a smaller one inside, and a smaller one inside that, and a note inside that one that read "Fridgeception"
• A human skull, probably from a teenager.
• A stereo that played "The Phantom of the Opera" nonstop at full volume until I found it and smashed the thing.
• A box, wrapped like a gaudy present. Inside was a note with the words "Insert awesome gift here."