02-08-2018, 07:18 PM
IGN: DankDonger
Genre
ark
He walked toward the tall, dark, almost monstrous building looming at the top of the hill, the wind whipping his short, well kempt hair out, out of place. Sighing, he quickened his pace, not sure what he could expect of this foreboding place. Eventually he came to the door. Nothing was particularly out of place with the door, except for the knocker. It looked out of place, ancient even. He raised his had tentatively towards it, tracing his fingers around the edge. It was large, inexplicably large, and something about it was menacing. Its shape was round, but with an intricately designed clown leering down at him. The more he touched it, the more he felt uneasy about coming here, he thought about turning back, but then the door creaked its way open, giving way to the large interior room within. Something about it was calling him, goading him, into entering. Against his better judgement, he entered.
After what seemed like hours of walking down corridors filled with abandoned medical equipment, he came to a barred door. It was almost as though this was the place that was trying to get him to go there. With a few tentative steps he removed the blockades from the door. Opening the door with what he believed to be some kind of metal, he entered the room. It was ordinary, a normal hospital room, what was strange however, was the fact that unlike the rest of the facility this room was clean. Approaching the centre of the room he took in a 360-degree view, taking in all that he could, incredibly confused. He wandered over to the bed to find that it felt incredibly comfy, and was overcome with the incredible urge to lie down and rest, after all, he had been walking around for hours.
He awoke with a jolt, not in the room he fell asleep in, but a darker, colder place. The room had everything strewn about it, and he found that he had not fallen asleep on a bed, but a surgical table. He frantically tried to sit up, but found he could not. He was strapped down. He screamed, an almost inhuman scream that could wake the dead. In this case, they were already awake… A hand grasped his arm, speaking in some foreign tongue that he could not understand. The hand snaked its way up to his head, attaching some kind of headset, attached at the temples. He was shuddering now, he didn’t know what to do, so he continued to scream. Then it went black.
He walked towards, the tall, dark, almost monstrous building looming at the top of the hill. He had been here before, he realised, thousands of times before, but this time, he did not feel in control of his body, as it repeated his earlier movement towards the building.
Had he gone insane? Where was he?
All I know, is that I created this, his own personal hell shall we say. He is not the only one, oh no, he is one of many. One of the many down here. Down here, in Hell.
Let me know what you think lads
Genre
arkHe walked toward the tall, dark, almost monstrous building looming at the top of the hill, the wind whipping his short, well kempt hair out, out of place. Sighing, he quickened his pace, not sure what he could expect of this foreboding place. Eventually he came to the door. Nothing was particularly out of place with the door, except for the knocker. It looked out of place, ancient even. He raised his had tentatively towards it, tracing his fingers around the edge. It was large, inexplicably large, and something about it was menacing. Its shape was round, but with an intricately designed clown leering down at him. The more he touched it, the more he felt uneasy about coming here, he thought about turning back, but then the door creaked its way open, giving way to the large interior room within. Something about it was calling him, goading him, into entering. Against his better judgement, he entered.
After what seemed like hours of walking down corridors filled with abandoned medical equipment, he came to a barred door. It was almost as though this was the place that was trying to get him to go there. With a few tentative steps he removed the blockades from the door. Opening the door with what he believed to be some kind of metal, he entered the room. It was ordinary, a normal hospital room, what was strange however, was the fact that unlike the rest of the facility this room was clean. Approaching the centre of the room he took in a 360-degree view, taking in all that he could, incredibly confused. He wandered over to the bed to find that it felt incredibly comfy, and was overcome with the incredible urge to lie down and rest, after all, he had been walking around for hours.
He awoke with a jolt, not in the room he fell asleep in, but a darker, colder place. The room had everything strewn about it, and he found that he had not fallen asleep on a bed, but a surgical table. He frantically tried to sit up, but found he could not. He was strapped down. He screamed, an almost inhuman scream that could wake the dead. In this case, they were already awake… A hand grasped his arm, speaking in some foreign tongue that he could not understand. The hand snaked its way up to his head, attaching some kind of headset, attached at the temples. He was shuddering now, he didn’t know what to do, so he continued to scream. Then it went black.
He walked towards, the tall, dark, almost monstrous building looming at the top of the hill. He had been here before, he realised, thousands of times before, but this time, he did not feel in control of his body, as it repeated his earlier movement towards the building.
Had he gone insane? Where was he?
All I know, is that I created this, his own personal hell shall we say. He is not the only one, oh no, he is one of many. One of the many down here. Down here, in Hell.
Let me know what you think lads