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.
It was a long walk, but eventually esooM reached the far side of the wall that wound it's way around the derelict property - but there was something there, something foreign and strange.
A barricade of thorns barred the way, glowing and pulsing as if it were somehow motile. The light, he observed, seemed to emit from the strange flowers nestled in the tangled vines. He reached up idly, to pluck one -
His staff came down a massive hellbeast, fire dribbling from it's gaping maw. It cried out in pain, cowering before him. Weak, all so weak. A stumbling block on his otherwise righteous path. Their refusal would not, could not be tolerated.
With one final blow it was felled, and as it dissipated slowly, he considered his plight.
Hordes had fallen beneath his hands - dragons, demons, undead. Innumerable monsters and beasts that had failed to bend knee, had failed to comply.
They were only in his way.
[ Infection Rate ]: 45 + 10 = 55/100
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Character's name: esooM ythgiM ehT Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Link to journals here Character's survival stats: The Mighty MooseView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTEResooM
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:47 pm
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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 ].
Then the world shifted, blurred, and he was -
A young woman, sitting at a desk and longing for something different -
A boy, fidgeting nervously as he waited for the pitch, bat slick with sweat in his hands -
An elderly gentleman, watching a monitor sing out a solemn rhythm, the last drops of his life fading away to a macabre machinated march -
A teenager, watching themselves in the mirror, applying their sister's lipstick and wondering who they were -
Her fear -
His fear -
Longing -
Joy and sadness -
Ends and beginnings -
Something hot and wet slid down esooM's lip and into his mouth, and he dazedly realized it was blood. The vicious mental assault continued unabated as he slumped to his knees.
SNAP OUT OF IT, came his alter ego's voice, but he couldn't heed it, and was washed away again in a tide of humanity.
He was a young woman / a young man about to join his fathers / it was his third birthday, and as he unwrapped his first present his sister / parents died in a car crash, nothing they could do, auctioning off the / she found a quiet joy in watching the small fish feed from her / he sighed, looking at the photograph that was all that was / "I'm pregnant," she exclaimed, and his face fell, because he had been planning on telling / it was her first time riding a pony, and she was nervous but also / it had been a long time since he'd sailed -
STOP. STOP.
He was going / she cried / "Okay," he whispered / "NO, PLEASE!" / her smile brightened / she laughed, but / "Only if you promise not to tell" / "JUST LEAVE!" / "Oh, I don't know, maybe -" / He shook his head sadly / The laughter echoed throughout the hall -
S-
"Why can't it be like it was before?" "It hurts, please stop." "You overseasoned it, you always do." "Mali, please, try and behave this time." "Come here, boy!" "Don't look at the sun, honey, it's bad-"
T-
"Please." "Okay?" "Where to?" "Why?" "That's not what you said yesterday." "I'm trying." "What was that?" "Hmmm, okay." "Not likely." "I lost them." "It's yours, after all." "Please be more specific."
O-
This is the story, a myriad of voices chanted, of a girl / boy / man /woman / child / grandmother / aunt / uncle /sister /brother, and he / she / it / they loved and hated and feared and wanted and wished for and felt and gazed and sentenced and judged and tormented and pet and cared for him her it they very much -
P -
And then his contact with the flower broke, as he finished falling and crumpled into a convulsing heap. He was hot, he was on fire, his skin burned and froze at turns and he was so sad angry jealous happy afraid he was so afraid he was so afraid he was so-
Darkness, and peace.
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Character's name: esooM ythgiM ehT Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Link to journals here Character's survival stats: The Mighty MooseView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTEResooM
