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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:21 pm
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:29 pm
Another turn, another patch of frost. No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:31 pm
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:50 pm
I could not foresee this thing happening to you ...An abrupt turn this time, fingers digging into the hedges and tearing some of them out.
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So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:53 pm
He is not given the opportunity to react. When Jeremiah reaches the hedge wall from his wrong turn, he steps into something that is most definitely not dirt. He looks down, and it seems to be somewhere between tar and ink. It bubbles, black and rotten. And suddenly, Jeremiah is sinking. The tar is ungiving and unyielding, and completely resistant to any magic. It pulls, menacingly slow enough to let the panic set in.
When it reaches his knees, the horrible substance begins crawling upwards. In the places it touches skin rather than clothing, it feels like Jeremiah is on fire. It tugs, pulling him down, ever hungry for more. As it grows higher and higher, hungrier and hungrier, it surges in speed. The liquid tar pulls up to his neck, and up to his face.
And it slips into his mouth.
The sensation is nothing other than burning. Horrible, horrible burning. Worse than any pain he has ever imagined. With the muck in his mouth, he cannot scream as it fills his lungs, choking him inwardly. He does not see, with the tar covering his eyes, the deer skull lock over his face to seal his fate and finally pull him to his demise.
The others do.
And Chris is pulled into the maze.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 2:27 pm
There's an almost strangled scream from his as he watches in horror what happens to Jeremiah - but it gets tangled in his throat, never manages to leave. It feels like a blink almost, one moment he's watching another death and the next he's standing among the hedges, fear thick in his throat and the ever oppressive smell of dirt.
He considers his options, then turns. There is nothing else to do and he needs to move for the one person left.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 2:36 pm
((Note: I received some feedback requesting path lengths for help worldbuilding and I will do my best to provide it hereon out. My apologies for not previously doing so.))
Chris turns right. It empties to another path which seems to stretch endlessly before him. The length is so great, the path gives the illusion of being straight. But if he focuses, just enough, he can tell that it still curves. He is getting closer to the center of the maze, and reaches another turn.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 2:47 pm
He squints as he walks, wondering how long he'll have to be in this maze. If he could get where he was walking correct, if he could last long enough to be of help to Zac, to Autumn.
It's not a happy thought and he tries to shake it off, trails his fingers through the hedges despite the fact something lives in them. Plants haven't (or can't really) hurt him and he takes comfort in the leaves before he lets his hand drop back to his side with another turn in the maze.
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So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 2:57 pm
Chris turns incorrectly, and hit the wall. Only rather than the wall, it is the beast who meets him. Its eyes are lifeless as it stares at Chris, waiting. Judging. One of its horrible, inky black hands raises, and shakily reaches for him. It caresses his face, almost as a lover would.
And then it is gone. Best to move on, then.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 3:31 pm
Chris could only manage to back away from the beast, shuddering at the caress. Awful, awful, intolerable. This maze was the worst and he shuffled backwards, taking the right path.
Forward, forward, just keep moving.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 3:45 pm
It is a straight shot down the pathway. It does not curve on Chris, but instead, spits him directly at his next decision.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:19 pm
He trailed his fingers through the hedges again as he walked, a soft caress not unlike what just touched his face. Already he felt vaguely on edge, paranoid, whatever that had touched him leaving behind some disease and comfort. It had taken Algie and it had taken Jeremiah and god, it could take Chris too if he ******** up enough. He had already ******** up once, he didn't need to do it again.
Faintly he picked up a tune, an old song from when he was a kid. He'd sing it with Hyejin as they picked plants, humming along. It wasn't a folk song, trot maybe? He hadn't ever thought about that.
He considered his options and then took another left. Maybe it'd be okay.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:23 pm
A short path, before he meets another turn. There is little time to think, to fear, to worry. There is another path, another choice to make.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:26 pm
He doesn't think as he hums, as his fingers continue to caress the leaves. All there is right now and walking and a small will to keep his panic down.
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So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:29 pm
Chris hits a wall. The rotten mass stares at him. Seeing everything. Seeing nothing. A chill runs down his spine. He is met with the distinct feeling that Zac is dead, and it is his fault.
The phantom vanishes.
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