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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:51 pm
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Mot busily worked at his desk, carving his latest creation out of some black barked branches. Coffee stirring sticks to be precise. Crafted to look like reaper staffs, bones and other fun designs. He smiled down at his work in the early midnight hour, his hair pinned back with hair clips he'd invested in. Not dressed his best in a simple tshirt and sleep pants. He'd never let the public see him so casual, but this was the privacy of his bedroom. Who would see him at this late hour?
Suddenly, the rumble of little gnome feet destroyed that.
Mot yelped until he was bound and gagged, wriggling unhappily as he was dragged away. What had these little monstrosities eaten that night to be so volatile and rude? But then, on the journey of darkness, he remembered Hel's words.
Sure enough, once he was dumped onto a cold stone floor, his bounds removed, he looked up to see it. This was the fabled graduation dungeon. Mot stared in awe, his reaper heart beating rapidly in excitement.
It was time!
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Bittiface generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
5!
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:54 pm
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Bittiface generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
4!
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 3:56 pm
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Mot all but blinked, and everything was different. He was in a workshop, surrounded by his woodwork he loved to spend time on. On the wall, a work schedule. On his desk was a letter from his mother, praising him on his new job Fear Reaping. Regular Grim work, but enough that it made his mother proud. By day, selling his hand made woodwork, and by night reaping Fear.
Pictures hung on the wall. All of his friends faces smiled through moments in time. This was it. His happy place. His greatest desire: to live a simple, free life.
Mot screamed, and scrambled to dial his phone.
"HEL!? I THINK I TRAVELLED INTO AN ALTERNATE WORLD! HELP!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 4:53 pm
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Because it was so late an hour, Hel’s phone rang, and rang, and rang.
It kept ringing, and just when it seemed like voicemail would pick up, it didn’t. There was a pause, which was then followed by a very groggy, slurred and croaked: “Whut?” Hel had indeed woken up from deep slumber to answer her phone, and thus, her motor and thinking skills were way below proficient.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:52 pm
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"No? I mean yeah I guess the school is big on explosions and bitten ankles, but that first one was just so nice, I really feel like----" Mot stopped, being faced with a dark room. At first, he saw nothing. He took solace in the fact he had Hel on the line, but it didn't stop him from shaking in his socks.
Oh! That reminded him.
"OHYA and the gnomes didn't even give me a chance to get dressed or brush my hair!" He whined, as if this was a total embarrassment. "I am taking an important exam in my pyjamas, Hel! Pyjamas!"
And then, the room began to shift.
A battlefield. Silence so deafening his ears felt as if they were stuffed with cotton. There, scattered in a wide and open field lay the bodies of his friends. Mot yelped, nearly dropping his phone as he ran to help them. He dropped to kneel by the first friend he came across. Xiu lay still, her Fear dissipating slowly, pieces of her flying into the air and crumbling to dust. Mot moved to heal her, but no matter how much of his own Fear he used, nothing worked. Soon, nothing remained of her but a delicate floral barrette.
Just a vision! Not real, not real..
"Hel.." Mot croaked, unable to stop the wallowing sorrow from surfacing. "I don't like this room.." He felt powerless here. Up ahead, he saw something amongst the decaying bodies of his friends. A tall, purple ghoul stood over the bodies, a mayoral banner held in arm.
Riley.
"I don't like it at all..."
Try to stop me, Bogeyman. She purred from across the field. Just try.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:06 pm
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Hel snorted, and rubbed one of her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Explosions and bitten ankles? No, the school is big on suffering. Come on, you know that—“ She paused when Mot paused, and just imagined the boil already running into something awful. Being on the phone and so far away made the tension level rise that much higher…there was something nerve wracking about only being fed information over the phone. Only hearing…
The reaper huffed when Mot paused only to wail about his PJs. “Oh, it is not that big of a deal!” She replied. “A lot of us did our exam in our sleep clothes! I took it in my sleep clothes!” A paused. “Actually, it was a good thing I was not naked—“
There was another pause, this time from Mot, and Hel sat up a bit straighter in bed as the boil yelped. More silence. “What is it?” She waited a few moments. “Mot.” More silence. “What happened?” She stilled as Mot finally spoke up.
“What is happening?” It was hard to not hear that sorrow in his tone, and it just made the curiosity knaw at her worse.
“…Find the door!” She felt the need to remind him…”But answer my question!”
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Bittiface generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
11!
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:49 pm
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"Okay, okay..." Mot ran, trying to avoid the visions he was seeing. Every time he turned, there they were. In alley ways, warehouses.
"You can't avoid it, Mot.
If you insist on following the rules, you'll end up fighting us eventually."
Mot ran into a door, taking it down with what little weight he had on him.
Quote: 11. Prompt - Without Knowing the Name of the Trampled Flowers As you step into the room, a thick mist arises. It consumes you, leaving you with nothing but a great, vast hunger. The many whispering voices tell you that you are now an Insanity Titan. Where are you now? Halloween, Human World, Deus Ex? Do you fight to control your hunger, or do you let your hunger control you?
"O-oow.... huh?" Mot was surrounded in mist. A mist that was getting thicker and thicker. "Um.. I think I got out of the other room..." He murmured to Hel in a quivering voice.
"This room isn't as bad as the other one.. it's just really foggy... and a bit scary... but no one is trying to kill me?" He seemed nervous. Mot felt oppressed by the atmosphere, like his core was being twisted. He felt needy, hungry...
"Okay... I don't feel good..." He announced, queasy. The fog was clearing to a scene of chaos. Everyone was screaming and running from him. All he wanted was to eat. Consume. Destroy.
In fact, it was every feeling he'd never had in his life. It scared him.
"Hel.. door... door... I don't.. know what's happening.." Mot sounded as if he was talking through gritted teeth. "Th-there's people running from me... a-and I'm like... fifty feet tall? I... I don't..." His voice seemed distant, like he was barely even there. He couldn't feel himself holding the phone. What did he even look like? Why was he here?
Why was he attacking the hunters?
Tearing them apart, throwing them through the air. He didn't want this! He felt like he was a prisoner in his own body. Or was it his body anymore? He didn't hate hunters! He didn't hate anyone! It wasn't in him to hate people. It hurt!
"Hel! I can't stop!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 7:21 pm
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Hel was impatiently silent as Mot moved from one room to the next. “Okay, good. So what happened in that last room!?” It was killing her not getting the full story! He was already onto describing the next room though, and Hel huffed. Poor boil. Seemed this one wasn’t boosting his confidence any either.
Her brows furrowed as Mot continued to describe what was happening. “What?” Fifty feet tall? People were screaming and running? What could that mean? Hel hadn’t come across any Insanity Titans yet…well…aside from that one Phoenix one back from the Horseman Isles…but it went straight to the Hunter’s portal…
“Mot. Mot, remember, it is just a room that is ******** with your mind! Mind over matter, boil, come on, hearing that from me is silly, ya!? Your mind over the matter! Are you ready to move on? Then move!” Trying to support Mot over the phone was very frustrating, and already knotting Hel’s short patience span. Plus she didn’t like that he was distressed and she wasn’t there to do anything about it.
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