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Post by Henry Jackson on Jan 22, 2020 22:28:02 GMT -6
He ventured deeper, the voices.. How.. They.. Increased in such volume.. He felt it the Chilling Air.. Reminded him so Much of the Nightmare Realm.. How it clung to Nathan himself, He flinched back at the disgusting pool of bloods.. Ruining such perfect pair of shoes.. He crept closer and closer.. Demanding loudly, "QUIET!" At the echoing frustrating voices, his power reaching out.. Spreading.. Attempting to overtake any that dared Not Fear him.
It.. Was no use, he could only just follow the pools of blood... Stomach clenching.. Flipping on itself.. The very idea of killing the Monster who had set this up for.. His.. Amusement.. Growing. Oh Growing. How Dare the Roleplayers Pull this........ No, they were gone.. This. Wasn't them. Was it?
a. Blood trail.
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Post by Carpe Diem on Jan 22, 2020 22:38:39 GMT -6
The voices followed what the man said, saying quiet over and over again with different tone of voices, some were angry, some were happy and some were agonizing. While he follow the blood trail, something was watching secretly. Studying him, observing him. A hissed was heard from the distance before the silence fell once more. The voices were now faint, but the Roots were moving and growing, expanding. It looked hungry.
What will you do, Pride? (a) Walk Slowly. (b) Fight the Roots. (c) Escape.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Jan 22, 2020 23:14:40 GMT -6
His breath grew heavier, heart thumping.... The blood hitting against itself creating a small bit of base each step. Click. Click. His shoes echoed.. His paranoia raised, his fear grew, his sense of Self Preservation grew stronger. The cowardice fighting.. Fighting his other fears. Fighting.. his anger.. Fighting for control... but.. The chilling room, he clung to that chill.. forced it inward.. Forced it to calm his nerves.. Hissing could be heard near by, by Pure Anger. Frustration. Cowardice. A diamond dagger was flung right toward the snuck aiming straight where the sound was most focused. Thump. Thump. Every instinct Screamed to Run. He was going to die. This was going to be worst than being trapped in the nightmare realm. A small little smirk slipped along the lines of his mouth.. As his arppoach cautious, slowly, almost a little excitedly from some deep inner darkness only for him and Nat.
---- Send Diamond Dagger to hissing sound [attack snake] ---- Walk Slowly still following blood trail.
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Post by Carpe Diem on Jan 22, 2020 23:25:35 GMT -6
The dagger missed as the snake vanished from the fogs. As the Phobian approach, the whispers gave him directions to where the King rest. The roots were sticking inside the walls of the establishment, looking for something to eat, devour, consume, anything that can satisfy the growing hunger within the flesh. Quietly, the Phobian walked slowly, following the trail of blood that leads to two heavy doors where the roots and voices were coming from. The voices calling the Phobian out, his fears, his real name, his failures, everything. The button was on the left side of the wall.
What will you do, Pride? (a) Press the Button. (b) Look for the Caller. (c) Escape.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Jan 22, 2020 23:31:04 GMT -6
There came a button... He gently pressed it... Waiting.. Breath hitching.. Knowing.. Whomever sent this up.. Desired to See it through. After all, it'd be any God Syndrome Monster's dream. press button.
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Post by Carpe Diem on Jan 22, 2020 23:49:16 GMT -6
The heavy doors opened slowly, the smell of rotten flesh and organs filled the air. The room was empty, filled with dead dirt and a small 'lake' at the center of the room. Nathan was there on the ground, showing no life in his eyes but the Sickness growing out from his heart, roots spreading out from his body and crawling to the ground. The tree reached the ceilings, branches sticking out from the ceilings. Human hearts were growing out of the branches, some were falling, becoming a root for another set of tree, only smaller and desperately clinging to the source of Sickness.
What will you do, Pride? (a) Approach (b) Close the Door. (c) Run.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Jan 23, 2020 0:02:38 GMT -6
The Smell of Death poured out in Vomiting Fumes warping the world behind him, creating Wide welcoming arms for the newest hell he'd have to face. Hell without the Roleplayers there for protection, A hell with what he could only assume to be a pool of blood, connected to a Singular Large tree growing up to the roof, its branches spread out. Bearing what Looked to be hundreds of pulsing deep red-black hearts... A world much worst.. Than that of nightmares. A Creation Only created by Monsters Darker.... Than that of those hiding under your bed. But this horrid decaying Freak scene isn't what made his hitched breath finally release.. Finally gasp a horrifying look. No. It was Nathan, Sprawled out to the ground, The Center 'seed' Of the whole attraction.
"Oh Bloody Hell... Nathan" The cry seemed rather painful fractured as if it wasn't certain to be in anguish, despair, or flat out lost. He walked faster to the presumably corpse eyes scanning for some sign of life.. If. this. New Creation, could do this to a God. Then What about Him?! He shoved the fear and worry down, focusing more important on the one he mentored and slaughtered oh so long ago.
His fingers reached outward teasing the cold fragile sickened flesh, eyes looking over... Mind racing to try and cure this, find something that. That. No Nathan was dead, he had returned from where he was... A finger flip and appearing a small Roman coin, soon this coin grew and grew much into a sword with several Roman ancient Roman language.. As his heart pounded, tears slowly building. A slow whisper escaping... " I'm Sorry." Before the blade came down in a swiping motion aiming to the Tree's Core center... Not caring if the motion managed to slice off... What could only be presumed to be Nathan's Returned Heart. "Just Another Hundred years, see each other again..."
He raised his hand up throwing hundreds of little gold Roman coins into the air, all pausing in midair slowly melting away dripping parts of extra gold to form what looked to be small arrows. These soon rotating all aiming at the Heart fruits, in off chance.. One Be his Hidden away.
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Post by Carpe Diem on Jan 23, 2020 0:17:56 GMT -6
The Phobian rushed to aid the Phobian God, fingers gently touching the cold flesh. Hoping it would wake up the bastard from this hellish nightmare. Hoping that this was just his sick carnival game designed for Henry. Unfortunately the God didn't move, but rather, the Sickness only grew, making the bark thicker. The whispers grew faint, mimicking the heartbeat of the King. The Phobian cried in despair, or rather in anger?The failure to protect the only thing that kept him sane for all these years. Only to dead up like this. As he created the very thing that can kill the Gods, he aimed the to kill the Sickness, hoping to contain the monster that they made in the immortal bones of fear. Then a quiet gasp.
H̲̺̻͕̭̗͓͟͞ ̰̘͍̘̠̪͇͉̘͘͠͡é̤̙͓̮̠ ̨̘͓͕̭̥̤̟n̜̦ ̶̭̭r̠̫͖͍̫̝͖͖͚ ̧͍̬͍̻͇̩̖͜y̪̱̲̙͠͝ ̡҉̹̺?̯̪͓̟̺
The Sickness screamed in pain, burning from the contact of Roman gold within its flesh. Dull red eyes looked up, as the tree wither back inside of the God. Leaving a mark to his chest, he grabbed his hand lightly. He breathed heavily.
"G̴̸͢..̸̵̨.̨̛ ͘͠G̵e̢͜͜t͞ ̡̡m̡e҉̡ ͝ou͠t́ ̷o͘͏f̵͠ h̨͡͏er̢é͢..͢.̧͢͜"̶ he tried to speak, he coughed, spitting out blood from his mouth from the heavy dosage of medicine in his body.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Jan 23, 2020 0:25:28 GMT -6
his name it had spoken his name... Soon as the weapons made contact.. The smell of sizzling flesh.. was lost to the scent of decaying joining.. forgotten. But that didn't matter, oh no, no no,no. It was the way the dull red eyes looked up at his green ones, the way the Tree just about crumbled, pulled, forcibly make its way into the body... The breathing heavy... The.. Desperation, the low low audio frequencies.. of escape sweet sweet escape. He felt in the pit of his stomach a bigger trap.. But. As One Born After the Era of God Slaughtering, he could only be Nod. picking the roman coin from his pocket throwing it down, aiming to drop them and the mess down into his Phobian Pocket.. Should he succeed... He will Once more, Stain that damn White white carpet he kept insisting on keeping. But at least. They'd fall through to.. What he believed to be safety.
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Post by Carpe Diem on Jan 23, 2020 1:05:14 GMT -6
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Little Phobian, Pride himself has taken the Bastard of a God with him? I wonder, if he was going to save him or just another plaything for him. Only to be tossed to the side and look for another one. I hope one day, he will realize that you have no place in his heart. But both are blinded by their past, one clings to it and one wants to go back to it. Poor unfortunate souls the two are. Good night my sweet little lamb, for tomorrow is the rise of Midas. Here are your rewards;
+ 3x Candies + Talking Animal Egg + Eve's Apple - A fruit that came from the Mother Tree, or also known as Eve's Malice Sickness. What can it do I wonder?
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