The temptation to go inside, away from the fog and the sounds and the things that both hunted and haunted him was strong. His desire to find a place to simply hide was almost overwhelming. His body itched, and he felt off, different, unwell.
But he remembered the sounds he'd been hearing on the radio. The voices that came through, that called out to others, who bid them to go into the hospital for safety. It was that which made G-Man balk at the idea of entering the building, and he took a step back, afraid, paranoid, his arms coming up to hug himself as he shivered, his finger nails scrabbling against cloth, scratching at the flesh beneath.
His breathing was still very audible as he wandered around the outside of the building instead, eyes going back to the thick fog often as he did so. Around the building, there was a wall, but what lay beyond that he did not know, so he continued to move, around the building, to it's back, and towards the wall, searching for a gate, for an escape, to be able to leave both this place and the fog behind.
But at the back wall, there was no escape. There were only the thorns.
G-Man had heard about these, had heard about how the infection spread simply by touching them. He did not know if this was true, or just more lies meant to frighten them. What was true, what was false? He didn't know, and he almost laughed hysterically because of this. None of them knew. None of them knew! He shook his head rapidly and approached, closer, even while voices in his head whispered at him not to and whispered at him that it was perfectly safe at the same time, contradicting each other.
The thorns themselves seemed to be alive in an animate way, pulsating as if they were actually breathing. It was both frightening and fascinating at the same time. They were scary, yes, but they were also beautiful in another way, and when he noticed the flowers that bloomed along the wall as well, he couldn't help himself.
He stepped forward, reached out, and touched one of them, hesitantly, reverently, eyes widening as he did so.
OOC: SCENARIO 9
Scenario requirements: 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 infection meter
Characters involved: G-Man St Pierre
Extra effect:
Any player in your party [ carrying a flashlight ] will be able to shine it in dark places. This does an additional +1 damage every time they hit any sort of mob (including boss mobs!) when they flash it at them.
This effect ends once the next [ effect in this thread ] is posted up!
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100
Character's name: G-Man St Pierre
Character's faction: 4 - Mall
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: GMan St Pierre View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
-Perfect, slightly up-swept chestnut brown hair, perfect honey brown eyes, perfect smile, great looks, 5'8" tall, tanned, lean but muscular frame (perfect body yo! And he doesn't do bench pressies, okay dawg? He only does reps!).
-Currently wearing white shutter shades and a V mask as part of his rank 2 uniform
See av for something close-ish
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
