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Reply { ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015
[Prompt 9] Thorns (Mr. Nordskov)

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Grey Dragon

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:18 pm


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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 infection meter
Grey Dragon rolled 1 6-sided dice: 4 Total: 4 (1-6)
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:23 pm


The fog was not nearly so thick by the hospital. It seemed to ebb away from the building's walls, leaving the hospital itself clearly visible for several metres against the backdrop of white haze. John gave the edge of the mist a wide berth, sticking to the old brick walls of the hospital as much as possible. He thought he would have seen more people, stumbling around, hugging the walls to be out of that thick fog, but everything was still and silent.

Soon he saw an odd sight. If that fog drove people mad, it must have been acting on the plants too, what looked like an overgrown garden up against the hospital wall had branched out, blocking the area between the brickwork and the edge of the fog with massive thorns. It glowed slightly. Suddenly flowers began to bloom.

Confused, the old man reached out to touch one...

And suddenly he was no longer himself. He was something dark, inhospitable, inhuman. Surrounding him were creatures of nightmares, but he wasn't afraid of them. They were small, frightened, angry, pathetic, unwilling to be his pawns even though he could offer everything. Protests meant nothing, they had denied his forceful requests, and he obliterated them. Everything they once were, taken over by his even more forceful assimilation. When the colour of their soul matched his own, there was no trace of what had once distinguished them. Everything, gone.

John staggered back, suddenly coming to his senses. He was in the foggy city, at the hospital. The garden... Quickly he backed away from the glowing vines and their delicate flowers, his mind still reeling with the foreign thoughts of that dark being. It must have been just an illusion, some weird drug trip brought on by the fog, and the flowers...

Grey Dragon

Grey Dragon rolled 1 6-sided dice: 3 Total: 3 (1-6)

Grey Dragon

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:55 pm


Reaching out, this time with more hesitance, more suspicion. John touched another flower.

It was a battle once more, but this one was different. They were humans he faced. Fighting against him with weapons that brought him pain. He wanted to just shout at them, try to make them see reason. They just need to accept it! He fought because they refused to see it! Couldn't they see it? If they would just stop, if they would just stop and THINK about it, he wouldn't have to kill so many... It was such a waste. He couldn't stop the slaughter, or make them change their minds, it was like they just refused to understand. They had everything necessary, but still refused!

The vision left him as quickly as the first. It had been too clear, too vivid, and the old man had a hard time believing they were just products of a drugged, messed up mind. Maybe he truly was going crazy after what he had seen in the fog. Yet in those imaginings he had still been himself, these ones felt like he was someone, something else entirely. The old man had seen many things during his lifetime, but these scared him. The act of truly being something else was frightening.

He backed away further. He would investigate in the other direction, leave those flowers alone.

[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100

OOC

Character's name: Johnathan Nordskov
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Journal
Character's survival stats: Stats
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:
Mr. Nordskov is always gruff and straight to the point, in a constant state of disgruntled disapproval. Despite this solitary attitude he has little desire to see anyone hurt. Seriously at least. Physically, the 60 year old is tall, well muscled with arms like tree trunks, sporting a bristly woodsman beard and piercing blue eyes glaring out from under bushy eyebrows.


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{ ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015

 
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