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Reply { ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015
[ Prompt 9 ] Thorns [Liam]

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Beejoux


Wrathful Demigod

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:21 am


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You reach a long barricade of thorns on the other side of the wall. They seem to be moving, pulsating with a life of their own and gift out a strange light. Flowers begin to bloom on the wall. When you press your hand against one, you are immediately assaulted with a strange vision (roll 1d6 to see what it is).

1. You see a skyscraper. At the very top there is a greenhouse. You feel yourself hovering above the greenhouse before diving right into it. There is a beautiful garden inside it, almost like a biodome. In the center of the biodome is what looks like some sort of chalice

2. You see hundreds of dead bodies, and a strange feeling washes over you. Apathy. You stand over the bodies and continue searching for at least one survivor. You hear yourself speak. "Are humans really so fragile?"

3. You fight against humans, but this time they are armed. Their weapons hurt. You are frustrated. They are eligible, but none of them will truly accept your wisdom. You kill many without ever feeling accepted. The feeling continues until the vision is over.

4. You fight against creatures of shadows, what you would consider your own breathren. They come in all shapes and sizes, large beasts and dragons, demons and even the undead. They refuse your knowledge. They are not compatible. They beg, negotiate and even fight against you to stop. You assimilate them for their treachery and refusal to serve.

5. You sleep in a long chamber of vines. Inside it are rows and rows of crystals. Each one is important to you. You tap against one, and it resonates, and you feel a strange sense of satisfaction. This is the power you have collected from those living and dead.

6. [ There is no actual image in this vision. Instead, you are assaulted with hundreds, thousands of conflicting thoughts, emotions, and ideals, all of them not your character's own. Your actual character's nose begins to bleed, and they fall to the ground, convulsing. They are unable to roll any other visions from the above if they reach this prompt and eventually pass out ].

Otherwise, you may continue rolling until you have fulfilled the 250 word requirement for it!

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's imnfection meter
Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice: 3 Total: 3 (1-6)
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:30 am


He couldn't even have said how he'd gotten here, whatever here was. There had been rusted gates, he thought, an abandoned building. Everything was still really muddled. He couldn't seem to focus, still running from his own voice whispering cruelly through his mind. The itching might have been worst. Intermittent but awful. He whined as she dug nails into the back of one shoulder, aimlessly wandering until he hit a very solid dead end.

Well, a wall. A wall covered with what looked like giant, writhing thorns. A memory jogged, fighting to force it's way through the cotton candy haze brought on by the fog, and not quite making it. Something important, something nagging, but he couldn't quite recall...

Giant flowers were blooming, stealing Liam's attention, and he reached out, hesitantly touching one of them with trembling fingers.

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3. You fight against humans, but this time they are armed. Their weapons hurt. You are frustrated. They are eligible, but none of them will truly accept your wisdom. You kill many without ever feeling accepted. The feeling continues until the vision is over.


It was a sickening sound, like the cracking of an egg, as the point of the crowbar struck the side of Corey's head. Wide eyes looked up at him, startled, and the knife in her fingers slipped free to clatter against the floor.

"I'm sorry." he sounded hysterical, voice thick and high. There was blood on his arms, splattered over his chest, his legs, thick across his face. He could taste it on his lips, smell it in the air, and it made him sick.

She'd been the last. It was quiet now. There were bodies around him, friendly faces. Motionless on the ground at his feet where they'd fallen, but it wasn't his fault. It wasn't. He'd tried to tell them. He'd tried to make them see reason, and they'd turned on him. He didn't have a choice!

"I'm sorry..." They hadn't left him with any choice. They'd turned...they'd been trying to hurt him, trying to kill him. Why? Why? Why!


Beejoux


Wrathful Demigod



Beejoux


Wrathful Demigod

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:44 am


The vision shattered with a broken scream as Liam fell to his knees, curling around himself with hands buried in his hair at the back of his head, and body shaking.

When the shaken slowed he was on his feet again, running. Running from the thorns, and their writing blossoms. Running from the memory of what he'd just seen. Running from the voices that still echoed and sang through his head relentlessly. He ran until he found doors, and pushed his way through them. Then kept moving.

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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100


Name: Liam Johnson
Faction: University
Rank: Sophmore
Character's journal link: Here
Weapon: Crow bar
Status: 50 HP



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