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- The Hero literally talks to their shadow and a mental battle for control begins under the sea.
- "Descent" är den tredje episoden av sjätte säsongen av Stargate SG-1.
- “Hey, Vince, are you there?” she asked. “I’m so excited about the mission, Vince! Wait until I tell my friends that my husband is in a scientific mission in outer space!” she said. “Hahahaha, you’re such a sweetie, Vince!" she laughed. “Does Earth look beautiful from space, Vince?” she smiled. “It is more than beautiful...” I murmured, while I observed the aurora borealis. -ooooo- It is just the third day of my mission at the Biology Satellite. I have no idea how long I’ll stay here, but what is for sure is that it’ll be a long time. I don’t expect to return to Earth before a year. It is poetic… somewhere in that huge planet, dear Alice is having dinner. The food in this station is nothing out of ordinary, but I predict it’ll get very tiring to eat the same pulp four times a day. At least there is fresh coffee; it should help to make this more bearable. -ooooo- I’m completely set. It is time to start my mission. I apparently have to investigate the effects of different types of gases produced by plants, on a handful of organs of different species. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? It isn’t simple. I have to plant the seeds for the plants, to cultivate them until they sprout a lot of leaves, and take these leaves to pass them through a chemical procedure so they produce the gases. I’m not sure what the goal of this mission is, but my superiors made very clear that this could mean a huge, and I mean huge, scientific breakthrough. I’ll do my best! -ooooo- Alice called! We talked through the videophone. She is as beautiful as the day I left… I really, really miss my wife. Things seem to be normal down there. Same boring job, same boring family, same boring life. I comforted her. She is very interested on what I’ll do up here, I tried to explain the best I could, but words aren’t my strong point. I don’t think she fully understood the purpose of the mission. We ended the call, promising we would talk every day around this time. -ooooo- I never realized how hard exercise is. To avoid the health problems that may come from the inactivity and other factors, I was ordered to take an hour of my time for varied exercise routines. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to use a goddamn oxygen mask every time I had to do it. -ooooo- “Vince, do you think you could send some of those plants? The house is starting to look very dull without you. Kisses!” -ooooo- The plants are ready. Most of them have sprouted. It is time to gather a good amount of these leaves. Have I mentioned where they are stored? They’re in some type of glasshouse, with direct access to the light of the sun. Ha! More like the radiation of the sun, if I remember my science training. At least, in order to save time, I’m able to use several robotic hands that will recollect leaves on one side, while I take care of the other. -ooooo- I have a few bags, full of leaves. They’re marked with the name of the species. Now it is time for the next step. Meanwhile, I think I should check if the animal organs are in optimal conditions. They're stored in a big freezer, also marked by species. I see… hearts, livers… are these lungs? And oh, look, a human lung. It is grisly to see a human lung, but I suppose that it was needed. -ooooo- “Have I told you? I made several new friends! I can’t wait to show you photos of them, Vince!” Alice, you’re such a nice woman… I miss you. But I know you’re here in soul… Sometimes, when I look at the planet Earth… I can swear I see your reflection on the material of the window. -ooooo- Day 24 of the mission. It is almost a month. Alice said that she would create a special broadcast with her friends, to celebrate a month of my mission. She is so proud of me! It is time to spread the gases all over the tissues of these unfortunate organs. I placed this bovine heart in a special container. Due to obvious health hazards (who knows what kind of bacteria live in this heart), I have to use special gloves, which are inserted through narrow tubes. If I settled them correctly, I should be able to slide my hands in and out of these gloves with ease. I poured the gas inside the container. Now it is time for… nothing. I wait and let it stew. At least there are another two containers, so this mission should go smoothly. -ooooo- It is done. Now… yawn. Bleh. I think I’ll go exercise. Also I could swear I saw a lung moving, like if it were breathing, surely the chemicals activated its functions. I wonder what this means, scientifically speaking? I’ll make sure to send this little tidbit to my superiors. It's the duty of a scientist to take note of everything that may be important. -ooooo- Alice never showed me what she did… -ooooo- Day 45 Oh, fuck. My food fridge is broken. I tried to fix it, but I know nothing about fridges. I suppose it won’t hurt if keep my food in the freezer that contains the organs. It is big enough to ensure they don’t touch each other, so there will not be any contamination. -ooooo- “Vince, I’m sorry that I can’t talk to you, but there was an emergency at work… please forgive me. My life is so hectic recently! Have I told you my sister had her baby?” I struggled not to crush the bowl with the food pulp. -ooooo- The experiment is going excellent, there has been progress. I have sent some reports to my superiors, and they replied saying they’re proud of my job. I seem to be making everybody happy… …But why am I not happy? Why do I feel like I deserve to have a dunce hat and the word “SUCKER” painted on my forehead? Alice, please, stop leaving recorded messages, I want to talk to you… -ooooo- I made a mistake, a very stupid mistake. There I was, dissecting a horse liver or whatever that thing is… when I felt an itch on my neck. I pulled my hand out; bloody glove included, and touched my face and neck with it. It is gross, now my face is full of icky liquids, eugh… I have to be more careful… -ooooo- Alice hasn’t said a word yet. …Where the hell is she? -ooooo- Day 92 of the mission, blah blah blah. Who cares about the mission? Here I am, staring at the screen of the videophone or whatever this contraption is. Client isn’t on use. I can see the spot where she normally talks to me. She hasn’t left me a message since like a month ago. -ooooo- I’m having a harder time breathing, and my neck still itches like hell. Yesterday, when I looked at the mirror, I noticed that the spot is very red, almost like I rubbed poison ivy on it. I don’t have poison ivy here. Nope, not at all. Not a single leaf of poison ivy. Poison ivy, poison ivy, poison ivy. -ooooo- I WANT TO GO HOME DAMN IT! -ooooo- Day 108 of the mission. It is a miracle! There is a message from here! Time to find out what is going on. Alice, tell me the truth, I command you to tell me the truth. You’re my wife, you HAVE TO TELL ME THE TRUTH -ooooo- “Vince, what the hell is wrong with you?!" “That is an invasion of my privacy, Vince!” “Don’t dare to speak to me with that tone, Vince!” “Why don’t you remove that towel from your shoulders, Vince? Are you hurt?” “Vince! Stop shouting!” -ooooo- …Ggggaaaaraaaagh… She left me. She will never call me back. I’m sure of it. Take a deep breath, Vince, not everything is lost… continue the project, continue the investigation…you still can have a good life when it is over. You can do it. -ooooo- My… My neck… I can feel something moving in there. It is like I have a tiny weensy heart in there… IF ONLY IT WOULD STOP HURTING SO MUCH! -ooooo- Her soul left me, she is not here anymore, she is gone, I’m completely alone, just me, myself, and I. -ooooo- Day 135 I can’t continue working like this. Every time I’m at work, suddenly I feel PAIN on my neck. PAIN. I’m there, cutting leaves, when suddenly PAIN. I’m there, applying gas to the organs, when suddenly PAIN. I’m there, dissecting that stuff, when suddenly PAIN. I haven’t even slept in days, because of the PAIN. -ooooo- I can’t move. I… I’m paralyzed by fear… …Am I going to die…? I looked at the mirror, to examine again that spot on my neck. I have been covering it when cloth, to not to see at it… I can see it moving. It MOVES. Like a tiny teensy heart. This is in no way natural. How did this happen?! Is it a tumor? Am I having a tumor while being stranded in space?! -ooooo- I WANT TO GO H-O-M-E HOME PLEASE SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! -ooooo- *sob* -ooooo- …Why haven’t I told my superiors about my pain? I feel afraid of them being disappointed. I have to carry this mission to its very end. For humanity, for my superiors, for Alice…no, not for Alice… Wake up Vince, you’re being an idiot, you need HELP. You have A FUCKING TUMOR ON YOUR NECK. …sometimes I feel like something is clouding my thoughts, something isn’t letting me think straight. It is just psychological, isn’t it? Yep, just psychology, tricks of the mind. -ooooo- Alice, I miss you so much. -ooooo- I told my superiors about the pain, about how I feel, about the TUMOR. Now I only have to wait for their reply, and I’ll be a free man… -ooooo- “Finish the experiment and then we’ll see.” … WHAT KIND OF REPLY IS THAT?! -ooooo- Hey, good evening, Earth! Day 148 of the mission reporting. And it is the last day. How is that? Do you feel proud of Vince, Earth? It is over. Want to know what I have done today, Earth? I smeared everything with every flammable liquid I could find inside this damned satellite. I turned on the videophone, or whatever that thing is. “Hey Vince, are you there?” she asked. The plants are doused with liquid. The fridges are doused with liquid. The organs, the small boxes, my equipment, everything is doused. …I’m doused with liquid. Especially the TUMOR. It hurts like hell, but soon it’ll be gone too. “I’m so excited about the mission, Vince! Wait until I tell my friends that my husband is in a scientific mission on outer space!” she said. What was the obvious step that followed that? I sparked a fire. Something easy, a spark created with two cables. Fire is spreading in this moment, I can see its reflection on the window. Everything will be ashes. The project will be ashes. I’ll be ashes… …And I’ll be free. -“Hahahaha, you’re such a sweetie, Vince!”-, she laughed Oh, shut up Alice. So, are you proud, Earth? Are you proud of good ol’ Vince? There you are, completely oblivious to what I do here in space, I bet only a handful of you know who I am! Are you happy now, people? The fire is near to me. I feel its heat. In a few minutes I’ll be on fire too, and I’ll reunite with the remains of this miserable place. And do you know what, Earth? I don’t care! I’ll be free of all of this! Free of the PAIN. …Any last words you would like me to hear? “Does Earth look beautiful from space, Vince?” she smiled. “…It is a nightmare...” I murmured, while I observed the reflection of the fire.
- "Descent" is the third episode of the sixth season of Stargate SG-1.
- "Descent" is the third episode of the sixth season of Stargate SG-1.
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- After Iolaus' death in Sumeria, Hercules and Nebula start a dangerous journey to the Underworld to try and get him back to life.
- Descent, to komiks z serii komiksowej Clone Wars Adventures wydany w 2005 roku w zbiorze komiksów Clone Wars Adventures Volume 4.
- Pierre, having crash landed on Shri in "The Alien Abduction" and become separated from Ari in "The Ancient Secret Under Shri", wakes up in a large facility, tied down to a platform where a group of cultists is trying to sacrifice her to their god, Peyk-Wos. She manages to escape and subdue the cultists, and begins to explore the facility. There, she encounters fellow prisoners: Zunto, a Crodin officer; Modri, a citizen who's secretly a member of the Zorelta resistance; and an unnamed Fig, all tied up. She unties them and proceeds to explore the rest of the facility, meeting the computer who explains that the facility was overtaken by these "backwards cultists" who deactivated its control over the facility. Pierre ultimately escapes the facility, up into the Crodin-controlled capital city. There, she's drawn towards the Tower of N. Inside, she quickly becomes separated from her companions and meets Zoovac, who's been serving the Crodin for the past thousand years. He tauntingly tells her they'll be working together again soon and lets her continue exploring the facility. There, she encounters many figs who she uses to solve puzzles. Finally, she kills one in order to make her necklace stronger. In a final test, she destroys cardboard versions of Zoovac and Ari. Once she does so, she has earned her freedom -- but she no longer wants to leave.
- "Descent" was the fifteenth episode of The Dead Zone and the second episode of the second season, airing on USA Network on 12 January 2003. It was the first half of a two-part episode that concluded with "Ascent."
- Descent is a chapter in the Seventh Iteration.
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- "Descent" is the second chapter of the comic book series, Arrow: Season 2.5, and the second chapter in the Blood arc. It was released digitally on September 15, 2014.
- The secret of Veritas leads Lex in a dangerous direction that puts Clark and Lex in each others' crosshairs.
- "Descent" was a story from Clone Wars Adventures: Volume 4.
- The Borg are back -- and nastier than ever. No longer mindless, inhuman drones but cyborg soldiers on a mission to assimilate all intelligent life, their new goal is the complete destruction of the Federation. And in the midst of facing the Borg again, Captain Picard learns that he may be the cause of the change. Commander Data is changing as well. For the first time in his life, Data feels a genuine emotion -- and that emotion is deadly, destructive rage. When it is revealed that the Borg are commanded by an old enemy out of Data's past, Data must choose between his allegiance tot he Federation and the one thing he wants above all else...
- Descent is the third and final level of Chapter 3 of Turok: Evolution. This level focuses on Tal'Set going down a mountain path and exiting the mountain range which leads to the Sleg Fortress. This level is notable for introducing the Sleg Ankylosaurus Tank and the Saber-Toothed Cat.
- "Descent" was a planned campaign mission in Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. All that proves its existence is a file called "descent.str" that came with the game's mod tools. The string file includes information about the level, such as its location, the level name, the date, and various objectives.
- Descent est la novélisation des épisodes TNG "Descent, Part I" et "Descent, Part II"
- Descent (рус. Спуск) — вырезанный уровень одиночной игры Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. Об уровне известно немного. Его существование доказывает лишь файл descent.str, в котором есть информация о названии, локации, дате, протагонисте и заданиях.
- She felt so cold, as if she'd fallen into a lake of ice which had frozen over after her entry, blocking escape. Yet, even as she drifted in the great expanse, she felt no need to draw breath and no sense of impending emergency should she fail to do so soon. She could hear muffled cries, see blurry objects moving here and there- it was as if she was viewing the world around her in a black and white picture, distorted through the lens of the murky waters around her. As she drifted and her senses slowly became accustomed to the experience, she could make out a faint droning noise off in the distance. She recoiled suddenly as the noise seemed to suddenly cause her to gasp for air, as if she was drowning, yet the waters offered no solace for the woman as she struggled. The seconds that ticked by seemed like hours as the agony and pain surged through her senses as waves in key with each attempt to grasp a hold of precious air. She became certain she would drown in moments. It never came. She flailed futilely, even as the realization set in that she was drowning but couldn't die. Still, the profane droning continued, a persistent ring to her senses and the distant chant of some strange voice she'd never heard before. Despair and sorrow quickly set in, and in the end, her will surrendered to the great expanse around her. Almost immediately, she felt herself stop moving as she fell away deeper into the expanse, as if she were caught somewhere between being awake and being asleep, but the pain continued. There was no answer. Yulenia felt restrained, as if she were looking through someone else's eyes. Able to feel and listen, but not able to control. Even then, she had no desire to try, as the constant pain echoed through her senses in consistent surges and silenced the tatters that remained of her will. It took a few moments then as her vision seemed to focus, allowing her a glimpse of what was going on outside of her prison. She beheld great ornate spires reaching towards the sky, the great gates of some city that seemed oddly familiar. In front of the gates stood a crowd of hauntingly recognizable people armored in blue armor and regalia, equipped with claymores and longbows. Some wore simple leather garments that had born the tests of war, while others donned shining platemail armor. Yulenia felt something was wrong, clawing its way up from the depths of her mind only to be repressed by some outside force, yet still she squirmed against it uneasily in vain. At her sides, the ghouls ravenously tore at their invisible chains, while the armored death machines stood still, gnashing at the splattered flesh that covered the plating. The armies faced off at each other for a minute longer before the silent command was uttered throughout the swarm's collective mind, and the chains shattered. The ghouls tore off into a sprint as the war machines creaked forward, their catapults slowly lowering to be loaded with profane cargo. The elves gathered before the gate began to take formations and launch arrows, but it all seemed so familiar to Yulenia. Her body seemed to move on its own, no matter how much she tried to pull herself back. Inevitably, her ethereal form began to march towards the waiting elven defenders. The ghouls hit the front lines with unholy speed and ravenous hunger. For every ghoul that fell, its bones split and mingled at the command of the necromancers, rising once more as mindless skeletons to continue the feral charge. As the battle continued, the numbers of the Scourge only increased tenfold with each new corpse added to the battlefield. The High Elves were driven, cut down, slaughtered and slain in droves, many turning to flee on the spot as they saw the swarm descend upon them. The ground once more seemed to vomit vile gases into the air as the grass wilted and died, turning to Blight in moments as the undead legion trudged across it. She was watching it happen all over again, but this time, there wasn't anything she could do. She tried to plead, but was rebuked. She tried to scream, but was silenced. She tried to lash out, but was slapped down. She watched with cold horror as her brethren were cut down and butchered before the ravenous hunger of the ghouls, and the war machines bombarded the final elfgate that led into the soft underbelly of Quel'thalas. Her parents, her friends, everything she had once known now lay beyond that sacred gate and would soon be consumed by the Blight. Her anger swelled and her rage was sent into a fury at her powerlessness, and she clawed at her prison with renewed passion. Her attack must have had some effect, as her ethereal form halted for a moment in the advance on the elfgate and was wracked with convulsions of internal agony. The banshee suddenly arced her transparent back, and let loose the breathless scream of unbridled agony and hatred which flew towards the final defenders of the fortification. Elven sword and bow alike hit the ground as their owners clawed at their ears, becoming easy targets for the relentless might of the Scourge. The elfgate became splinters in moments, the defenders slaughtered like helpless sheep and the swarm adding to their number. Yulenia felt withdrawn into herself again, sinking down into the recesses of the great expanse as she was overcome with grief. The world outside of the stone tomb was a catastrophe of dust, corpses, and ruined buildings. Whatever beauty Quel'thalas had once possessed had been snuffed out in a matter of days since the fall of the first elfgate. Smoke still billowed from a few buildings, but fires did not rage as there had been no siege fire or bombs used. No, the Scourge had merely overrun every defense the High Elves could have possibly mustered, and with each victory, the Scourge added another squad of ghouls and banshees to their number. The bulk of the main Scourge army had pushed further north on their dark agenda, most likely headed for the Sunwell. Many Scourge were left amongst the ruins and in the forests, seeking out and hunting down the last vestiges of elvenkind. The Blight had meanwhile come to encompass and infest the lower expanse of Eversong Forest. Most of the wildlife there had either died or had become tainted by the gases emitted by the ground. While her form seemed to wave about in an ethereal current, the banshee was still easily recognizable as Yulenia. Like many of the others, she migrated from place to place, slaughtering her former kin in robotic fashion and adding them to the growing piles for later use by the necromancers. The urge to fight against the compulsion had long since died within her, especially when her seething rage and anger caused the banshee to emit tormented cries which tended to result in the deaths of anyone alive nearby to hear it. She had become somewhat somber and impartial, no longer caring or understanding what was going on around her, but the droning pain continued. The last rays of hope within her soul still could be seen in the shadows of her soul. "Yulenia?!" came the familiar voice of a man, huddled behind a corner to hide from the Scourge. His face was smeared with dirt and dried blood from some earlier battle, and his leather armor- once the uniform of a Farstrider- had been reduced to a tattered mess. His brown hair was little more than a tangled mess, an echo of the tidy man's past. "R... un...!" the specter forced out in a voice both as ethereal as it was in pain. She had known this man once, which now seemed so long ago, nearly beyond remembrance. His features sparked her force of will to enrage upon the iron-cast door of her prison once again, but it was still in vain despite- just for an instant- managing for force her way out. The banshee seemed wracked with agony once more as she was repulsed, but no scream of anguish came this time. The young and naive ranger must have realized that some echo of Yulenia yet remained within the tormented figment, as his fear quickly abated. Narrowing his eyes, Saeth bolted from his spot against the wall, running past the banshee. He paused a fair distance past her though, looking back, and waited if only but for a moment to ensure the banshee would give chase. Yulenia couldn't hold any longer, and soon enough, her spectral form turned with the intent to murder. Through the ruined streets the two ran, down vaulted alleyways and past the drained canals. Saeth seemed to have some idea of where he was going, but Yulenia couldn't figure out what the younger ranger had planned. At last, his pace slowed as he came to the entry of the stone tomb, mostly left untouched by the invasion of the Scourge due to the remoteness of the site. Sparing a quick glance back towards his spectral pursuant, he disappeared into the dark entry, seeming certain his once-friend would follow. Yulenia couldn't slow her speed any longer, and the banshee hurled towards the opening after the man. Yulenia emerged several minutes later at the lowest level of the crypt, where she realized what the foolish ranger's idea had been. Saeth stood at the far side of the room with an unsure expression on his face, but at the center of the room was a small slab table used most often for preparing the dead which drew the banshee's attention. There, upon the slab, was Yulenia. The ranger must have survived the initial assault by hiding on the lookout platform, and then recovered her body before rushing for Silvermoon. "Do you remember, Yulenia?! You can fight this! I know you can! You're still in there!" Saeth blurted out, trying to evoke some feeling once more from the banshee. It felt strange looking down into her own dead face. For one reason or another, she wanted to look away from it in horror, and at the same time, she was fascinated at the sight of it as well. The banshee approached the stone slab and reached out to touch the cheek of the corpse with her ethereal hand, her expression little more than a cold stare. Memories came flashing through her essence, thoughts and images of the past that no longer seemed to serve any relevant meaning beyond an indication of the life this corpse once possessed. She felt a sudden rush, as though she was being torn away once again from what she used to be, and then only blackness greeted her senses. "Cold... I feel... cold..." she whispered audibly. Her eyes suddenly jerked open as her senses cleared all at once. The great expanse had fled away and no longer did it seem as if she were floating in the midst of murky water, drowning as she gasped for air. It was almost as though she was waking up from one of the most hideous nightmares she had ever experienced, and it would have been if it were it not for the fading pain that still coursed through her soul and the profane droning of an unseen commander that held her will at bay. Yulenia sat up on the stone slab, taking a moment to look down in stupid wonder at herself and the tatters her cadaver wore. "Yulenia! Are you alright?!" came the voice of the panicked man, leaning over the edge of the slab to look into her eyes. When she met his gaze with her own, all he saw was the glowing embrace of death reflected in her large sunken eyes. Suddenly, her body tore off from the slab in an instant and rushed the ranger, pinning him to the wall with an arm against his neck. Saeth started to gasp for air, the impact of the wall stunning him for a moment as he and Yulenia struggled to realize what was happening. "...No!" she screamed, a tremble of terror coursing through her soul as she felt herself apply more pressure. Saeth kept gasping for air, trying to wrestle his way free from the corpse of Yulenia, but couldn't manage it against the necromantic strength that now filled her still veins. The life started to fade from his eyes as the pressure built, the ranger suddenly unable to speak as he tried to free himself. She couldn't stop herself anymore- she felt herself being crushed with fear, rage, and terror all at once as she helplessly tried to shake herself free of the mental domination. Her emotions soon flung into a furry, and still, her body did not abate or obey. The one thing her body did obey was the urge to shriek. The ranger was suddenly frozen into a look of pure terror as he tried to yell from the pain of hearing the shriek, but only a breathless hoarse gasp came out. His hands surrendered trying to struggle against Yulenia's hold and instead they clutched his ears in a vain attempt to protect them. His eyes went wide a moment later in pain when his eardrums ruptured from the shrieking, and soon a stream of blood began to drip down onto the ground from his earlobes. Yulenia snapped like a worn down branch as she saw his eyes start to roll back into his head and his arms go limp as death took hold of Saeth. She suddenly giggled like an innocent child, ending the shrieking as her eyes went wide with laughter that she couldn't stop. The profane droning in the back of her mind grew quiet as her broken will was allowed to slowly ebb to the surface, causing the breathless laughter only to intensify. The gravity of what she had just done seemed to elude Yulenia then, staring into the broken and lifeless face of one of her best friends. "For once in your life, you look really cute, Saeth!" she giggled loudly, speaking the words almost as if it were in two voices in her mind, now united together as one. She released the choke-hold and allowed the corpse to slide down the stone wall into a bloodied mess. She then reached out and grabbed hold of Saeth's collar roughly and lifted the corpse up enough to drag it with her as she made her way back up the stairs of the crypt. Etched into her face was a happy expression bordering on senseless glee, and even her hard steps seemed to skip a beat every now and then as she made the ascent. When she finally exited the tomb, she skipped along joyously to find the nearest corpse pile for the necromancers, giggling compulsively as she went.
- Descent introduced the Morai areas and content File:PWI Descent Launch Trailer File:PWI Descent Teaser Trailer
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