Post by Murdoc on Apr 15, 2006 3:01:45 GMT -5
You've been caught by the enemy.
You look behind you. Nowhere to go but down. A LONG WAY DOWN. In fact, you move up a slight bit, as your heel is hanging off the edge. Being careful to split your attention between your pursuers and the sight at your back, you manage to catch a few peeks of what awaits behind you.
Behind you...a literal Gate to Hell opens up. Peering down through bloodshot eyes, you can't even see the ground with the naked eye. Such a drop, that it aches to try and make the image out. In that dark, deep chasm that awaits...you can hear it whispering. The sound of voices, hidden behind the wind. The breath of ghosts, urging you to embrace the dark and oily tendrils that seem to clamor for your weak...pathetic frame.
The sort of pit that doesn't seem to be possible. But you know it is. You can see it. You can feel the vacuum trying to pull you down even now. Like so many submerged...phantasmic hands craving your flesh, scratching and clawing up the chasm walls for you...and you alone. You can smell the dank...dark smell, familiar from some old and haunting place. Some place you can't recall specifically, save that you've been there...and would do anything not to return.
What say you NOW?! ANSWER!
The heavy voice snaps you back into your body and away from the ethereal void.
He's right, you know. That voice that calls forth images of putrid maggots, dirt-ridden centipedes and decaying flesh. The voice that conjures the image of metal scraping down a chalkboard, threatening to split your eardrums to bleeding....he's right.
You have a choice to make. The time is now. Do you:
A) Stand and fight? There may be a good number of them...but you're sure you can take them. Why else would you still BE here if you couldn't?
B) Turn yourself in? Hey...that's a lot of people, all of them are calling for your severed head on a splintered wooden pike. Maybe it'd be best to give up, find a way out of this mess when their guard is down...
Or C) Jump? That's a hell of a drop...but it may be better than what they have in store for you. Besides...it's a mob. You can't take them on all ALONE.
Take a moment and mull it over.
If you say A: Scroll Down.
If you say B: Scroll Down.
If you say C:...Scroll Down
Whoops. Looks like making a decision has cost you.
DEARLY.
Unfortunately for you...while you were busy deciding on a proper course of action...the mob that's been pursuing you have not been held frozen by such internal calm. They HAVE, after all, been chasing you. Why would they stop NOW?
All the while you've been thinking, they've been inching nearer and nearer to you...growing closer and closer, almost to the point where you can actually hear their whispered hatred. Those loathsome words spat unceremoniously in your direction, slapping you in the face almost as hard as any of their hands or weapons could.
Having closed in upon you...you realize that it's time to fight for your life. And so...you wade in swinging. Heavy hands of dense bone and tough sinew, you begin to believe you may actually have a chance to survive this encounter. That is, until you feel them descend upon you. Like a tidal wave of human flesh, there is no escape from it. Pounding, beating upon you like the waves pulled in against the shore...like a true force of nature. How you fooled yourself, believing you could fend them off.
Well...it seems you're not to be killed by their hands. No...they've decided to let the fates decide what is to be done with you. As such, they simply throw...no, -achem-...HURL you...over the edge. Like nothing more than a bag of trash or compost...with about as much emotion put into it, you are ungainly tossed to your final judgement.
If only you had chosen option C, you could've saved all that trouble. But then again, NOBODY chooses option C.
No matter now. The results are the same.
You're falling. The ground is rushing up to greet you, the wind roaring past your ears...the blood pounding through your arteries and veins. You can manage to pick out snippets of things as you drop. Images of eyes, watching you as you fall. From inside their gleaming, shining buildings...safe inside their confined cubicles of space. Watching as you plummet.
You reach out to grab something, ANYthing that can slow your fall. A piece of shrubbery if you're falling down the side of a cliff...or a ledge if you're falling from a building. But there's nothing. Nothing to help you, no one to save you. You pray to whatever God you pray to, that this is all just a dream. That this is all some twisted nightmare that isn't real...that somewhere outside this place, you're buried deep under your blankets and sheets. Secure and cozy in the fact that you're safe.
And...by some stroke of good luck...
...you are. Your eyes bolt wide open. In the darkness of your bedroom...you wake. Sweat beading on your forehead, your hair damp with fear...yet you're safe. Relatively so, as you're now lying on the floor beside your bed and you think you may have a lump on your forehead where you smacked the floor...but relatively unscathed.
Ever have that dream? That old...familiar dream?
I have...
*~OOC: TBC in the next day or so.~*
You look behind you. Nowhere to go but down. A LONG WAY DOWN. In fact, you move up a slight bit, as your heel is hanging off the edge. Being careful to split your attention between your pursuers and the sight at your back, you manage to catch a few peeks of what awaits behind you.
Behind you...a literal Gate to Hell opens up. Peering down through bloodshot eyes, you can't even see the ground with the naked eye. Such a drop, that it aches to try and make the image out. In that dark, deep chasm that awaits...you can hear it whispering. The sound of voices, hidden behind the wind. The breath of ghosts, urging you to embrace the dark and oily tendrils that seem to clamor for your weak...pathetic frame.
The sort of pit that doesn't seem to be possible. But you know it is. You can see it. You can feel the vacuum trying to pull you down even now. Like so many submerged...phantasmic hands craving your flesh, scratching and clawing up the chasm walls for you...and you alone. You can smell the dank...dark smell, familiar from some old and haunting place. Some place you can't recall specifically, save that you've been there...and would do anything not to return.
What say you NOW?! ANSWER!
The heavy voice snaps you back into your body and away from the ethereal void.
He's right, you know. That voice that calls forth images of putrid maggots, dirt-ridden centipedes and decaying flesh. The voice that conjures the image of metal scraping down a chalkboard, threatening to split your eardrums to bleeding....he's right.
You have a choice to make. The time is now. Do you:
A) Stand and fight? There may be a good number of them...but you're sure you can take them. Why else would you still BE here if you couldn't?
B) Turn yourself in? Hey...that's a lot of people, all of them are calling for your severed head on a splintered wooden pike. Maybe it'd be best to give up, find a way out of this mess when their guard is down...
Or C) Jump? That's a hell of a drop...but it may be better than what they have in store for you. Besides...it's a mob. You can't take them on all ALONE.
Take a moment and mull it over.
If you say A: Scroll Down.
If you say B: Scroll Down.
If you say C:...Scroll Down
Whoops. Looks like making a decision has cost you.
DEARLY.
Unfortunately for you...while you were busy deciding on a proper course of action...the mob that's been pursuing you have not been held frozen by such internal calm. They HAVE, after all, been chasing you. Why would they stop NOW?
All the while you've been thinking, they've been inching nearer and nearer to you...growing closer and closer, almost to the point where you can actually hear their whispered hatred. Those loathsome words spat unceremoniously in your direction, slapping you in the face almost as hard as any of their hands or weapons could.
Having closed in upon you...you realize that it's time to fight for your life. And so...you wade in swinging. Heavy hands of dense bone and tough sinew, you begin to believe you may actually have a chance to survive this encounter. That is, until you feel them descend upon you. Like a tidal wave of human flesh, there is no escape from it. Pounding, beating upon you like the waves pulled in against the shore...like a true force of nature. How you fooled yourself, believing you could fend them off.
Well...it seems you're not to be killed by their hands. No...they've decided to let the fates decide what is to be done with you. As such, they simply throw...no, -achem-...HURL you...over the edge. Like nothing more than a bag of trash or compost...with about as much emotion put into it, you are ungainly tossed to your final judgement.
If only you had chosen option C, you could've saved all that trouble. But then again, NOBODY chooses option C.
No matter now. The results are the same.
You're falling. The ground is rushing up to greet you, the wind roaring past your ears...the blood pounding through your arteries and veins. You can manage to pick out snippets of things as you drop. Images of eyes, watching you as you fall. From inside their gleaming, shining buildings...safe inside their confined cubicles of space. Watching as you plummet.
You reach out to grab something, ANYthing that can slow your fall. A piece of shrubbery if you're falling down the side of a cliff...or a ledge if you're falling from a building. But there's nothing. Nothing to help you, no one to save you. You pray to whatever God you pray to, that this is all just a dream. That this is all some twisted nightmare that isn't real...that somewhere outside this place, you're buried deep under your blankets and sheets. Secure and cozy in the fact that you're safe.
And...by some stroke of good luck...
...you are. Your eyes bolt wide open. In the darkness of your bedroom...you wake. Sweat beading on your forehead, your hair damp with fear...yet you're safe. Relatively so, as you're now lying on the floor beside your bed and you think you may have a lump on your forehead where you smacked the floor...but relatively unscathed.
Ever have that dream? That old...familiar dream?
I have...
*~OOC: TBC in the next day or so.~*