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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:50 pm
((so it changed from green to blue?))
When Jager went to bed he had decided to sit in a chair that had appeared he assumed for himself, he woke up the next day to find everything was clean and probably as it should be before all the gore appeared. he noticed that Tiger Woods was there and was about to ask him how he got there and if there was a way out when all of the sudden he saw the golf ball flying at him. quickly dodging just in time he turned back, drawing his katana and berreta expecting to fight he saw the balls heading towards the other people. Rounding on Woods he was about to ask what was going on when he noticed the symbol under the painting flash. Still wanting to know what was going on he again rounded on Woods "What are you doing!!!" Jager yelled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:51 pm
Leir nodded off to sleep on the floor and woke up, not at all groggy which was odd. He was always groggy when he woke up in the morning, and insane and, you know, wierd.
Leir reactively drew his rapier and cut the golf ball in half as it approached him, the sliced halves of the ball flew and smashed into the far wall. "Blood and Darkness fill the air, Oh what a wonder this encroaching despair." Lier said again with a rhythm in his voice. "I hate the dark, it haunts your thoughts, why I wonder, perhaps I forgot." Leir sheathed the rapier again and smiled at Tiger Woods, "Who are you? Why do you feel the need to knock us insane with flying balls of hardened something-or-other?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:43 am
(Green, then blue)
When Tiger Woods vanished, another man appeared in his place. He was dressed in an old 1700's costume, and appeared to be modeled after a town crier. He held up a megaphone, and with a booming, earsplitting voice, he screamed, "And the cookie! And the cake! And the corn! And the banana! And the sauerkraut! And the mouse! And the phone! And the marker!" He continued on in this manner, changing the noun each time. As he did, the third symbol flashed blue, while the sixth symbol spun in place.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:45 pm
Jager covered his ears it was so loud, he wondered what was going on, where was he? What happened to Tiger Woods, he just vanished and now the whole thing with those strange symbols at the bottom of the painting were going nuts. Why? What was going on, he rounded on the man still yelling his nonesense "Who are you, how did you get in here?!!!" Jager yelled at the man with the megaphone only half expecting an answer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:56 pm
The man turned to Jager, pointing the megaphone directly at him. "And the painting, and the symbols, and the secret, and the exit, and the food, and the drink, and the blood, and the painting, and the symbols..." He eventually returned to using random nouns that otherwise had no meaning. Throughout it all, the symbols continued to flash.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:55 am
The golf ball wasn't so bad. Elijah was used to taking a variety of bizarre and more compromising beatings than that. The perks of being thoroughly disjointed from reality... But when the ball struck him he was looking at the symbols, his gory attire once again resplendently white, and shortly after he announced,
"I've had a stroke of genius!"
He spun around, whipping his hands outward with his fingers pointed as guns as he looked to the others in the room for signs of humor. He found none, and Elijah was noticabely displeased.
"The Hell's the matter with you people?! DEAF OR SOMETHING!?!? Hearing aid's are half off if you CALL NOW!!"
He was met with two ears full of megaphone in response. Standing directly in front of the crier, with Jager practically shoulder to should with him, Elijah looked from the man to the symbols in a state of muted surprise. For the first time since his arrival, a fragment of sane thought was put into words.
"Call me crazy but I think that last symbol's a noun."
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