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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 5:41:40 GMT
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You suddenly awaken.
Standing alone in nothing but pitch blackness. Soon the floor begins to light up around your feet. Quickly spreading outwards, tearing away at the darkness. Revealing that you are standing on a large circular platform. A tall glass pillar can now be seen off in the distance. However, there is no way to get to it.
The floor is made of illuminated stained glass. It depicts a shadowy figure against a lime green background. He is on his side, almost completely curled up in the fetal position. There is no detail on him, he is but a shadow. The silhouette is surrounded by four ornate circles. Within these circles are familiar busts. People you hold dear.
"So much to do...So little time."
The calm voice echoes through your mind. There is no one else around so where could it be coming from?
"Take your time...Don't be afraid, the door is still shut....Please, come forward."
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 5:54:03 GMT
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Milo looks around confused, and uncertain, that voice seemed to come from nowhere. He tries to call out but finds that he has no voice, what is he doing here? He walks forwards towards the other tower hoping for an explanation. What door was this person talking about?
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 6:17:31 GMT
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When you reach the middle of the platform, suddenly barbed wire breaks through the glass. Blocking off your path and winding around you, caging you in. After a few silent moments the voice calls out in a steady tone.
"There is a power..."
The ground shakes for a moment, as if a bomb has gone off inside of it. Then, three smaller platforms break through the ground. One in front and two on either side of you. They're short, about two feet off of the ground. A step leads up to each. They look to be made of gunmetal, however the tops seem to be rusted out, and constantly oozing a red liquid. The liquid drips down the sides but recedes back into the platforms. Never touching the glass floor.
The voice speaks again, this time louder. As if it's closer.
"A great power, which sleeps within you...If you give it form, it will give you strength....
But be careful...There is a wrong choice."
The last sentence was barely a whisper.
On the first platform directly in front of you a staff appears. It few inches above the platform, turning sluggishly. Above the one on your right a sword appears, it's blade glinting in the light. And on the one to your left a shield appears. Battle worn, but still strong.
"Wisdom, raw strength, or defense...Which form shall you choose?"
The barbed wire recedes, letting you leave your current spot.
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 6:26:56 GMT
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Holding as still as he can he stops when the barbed wire appears. This is crazy what is going on. Power, the word rests on his tongue unable to be said. That is something that Milo has always strives for, the power to keep fighting stronger and stronger. Suddenly all pedestals rise and it makes Milo think. They seem to resonate with him.
There is a wrong choice? It feels as if this is meant to spark fear into Milo, but as he takes a deep breath that is not what he feels. He feels adrenaline flowing through his veins. It wouldn't be fun if there wasn't a wrong option. He looks to each of the items, A staff wisdom, a shield defense, and a sword strength. Its almost dull how easy it is for Milo to pick which on he wants most.
Walking forward after the wire reseeds, Milo goes for the sword reaching forward to grip the handle.
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 6:52:10 GMT
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Everything is quiet for a moment. As soon as your hand makes contact with the sword handle it falls into your hand. Light as a feather. It glows for a few moments, bright as the sun at first, before fading down to the brightness of an old glowstick.
"Power...."
The other platforms recede back into the ground after the other two weapons explode. The ground starts to rumble and shake, much harder than before. The sound is similar to standing in a thunderdome. cracks start to spread across the ground as the the all around light dims.
"If you chose wisdom, you would have known the truth.... If you chose defense you could have protected yourself...But..."
Heartless start to sprout up from the ground. Ten of them, surrounding you. Shadows. The ground continues to shake and crack as they come towards you.
"You chose wrong."
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 7:00:42 GMT
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Milo cant help but to laugh on the inside, there was no way that any other option could have been different. Because for him, this isnt the wrong choice, this is the fun one. In an instant Milo's body shifts, his ears pointed his sharper claws. His almost demonic form rises forth, as he dashes forward totally ready for battle. Quickly he strikes one of them several times, as it explodes into nothingness. Quickly he moves to the next not quite finishing it off.
Battle, this is what Milo loves, and the power to wage it, that is his goal. War in every sense of the word.
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 7:14:20 GMT
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With every shadow you defeat, a set of stairs appears. Hovering with no foundation in the darkness next to the platform. They are made of stained glass, just like the platform you are on. Though they are more of a mosaic in nature. No designs, just various pieces of jagged glass stuck together. Each one a different shade of red. They seem unaffected by the shaking and rumbling.
The stairs are leading up and away, spiraling towards the pillar in the distance. The current platform you are on is starting to fracture worse. As the fight rages on, pieces start to sink, and shift apart more. A piece on the edge completely separates, tipping over and falling away into nothing.
If you stay here any longer, your fate will be to shatter along with the dark silhouette that had decorated this pillar. The remaining heartless are relentless, but not any stronger. With every attack they seem to whisper the word "run." Yet they block your path.
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 7:17:47 GMT
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Milo fight on defeating enough to open the way to the next pillar, and his mind thanks them as he jumps over the remaining ones landing on the stairs as he ascends them on his way to next pillar what ever it is that is awaiting him a mystery
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 7:29:57 GMT
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The stairs disappear behind you. Showing you that you cannot in fact, go back.
Shadows that had tried to chase after you have fallen into nothingness as well. You are now on the edge of the new platform. It's almost identical to the last platform, however the main color of the glass is a dark violet. The silhouette is also showing more features. His lower half has more detail, and is various shades of gray. However his upper torso and face are still shrouded in darkness.
There are no other pillars in the distance, and the first one you were on has shattered completely and ceases to exist.
"What is the most important thing to you?"
The voice calls out. A silhouette now stands to the left. They are very very familiar, however, they don't have the warmth that a living being should have. To the right there is a book open on a desk, it is shrouded in darkness just like the new person. And in front of you, on the opposite edge is a chest. Not a treasure chest, more like an old trunk. It is unlocked and also shrouded in darkness.
"....And what can you bear to lose?"
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 7:46:31 GMT
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Milo stop, his mind reeling, what would he pick. He understands that to gain anything something must be lost. But if he picked the book would he lose everything, his memories? If he picked the chest, his sword Kurikara? The person... Eros, would he lose him? One of the first good friends that he has ever had. What would he do?! Milo holds his head for a moment, as he starts to lose his cool. When suddenly he snaps to himself. His mind turns from an angered hornet, or a calm lake in two seconds flat.
Milo walks over to the book and hesitates as his hand hovers over it. He may forget Eros, but he will remember again, weather its new memories or not. Reaching down he picks up the book. Then turning he walks over to the shadowy image, of his friend. Something he doesn't want to have to go without again, and puts his hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 8:11:46 GMT
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"I see...."
The silhouette smiles at you, a warm, loving and thankful smile. As if you just saved them from the noose.
"Is friendship really that important?"
The book disappears with a loud bang as well as the familiar screams of other comrades. Ashes and small burnt pieces of paper start to fall down from the sky like snow. A little bit at first, but then it starts to fall heavier. The person with you doesn't seem to notice anything is wrong. In fact, they hug you for choosing them.
"You don't care for knowledge though....Knowledge, nor memories."
The voice said calmly. Though there was a hint of pity to their words. It starts to grow dark around you. Your friend starts to look worried.
"Without knowledge, you can not tame a pet..."
The unopened trunk shakes, before bursting into flames. Loud screeching can be heard from the inside of the box. Scratching and screeching, until finally the small heartless breaks free. But soon perishes before it can reach you. It's dying screams echoing.
"Without knowledge, you can not wield any weapon...If you can't fight...How can you even protect your friends?"
Barbed wire shoots up from the ground in between you and the person. It wraps around you and pulls you back. The person stares at you terrified as the ground around their feet start to spark. Sirens roar as they go up in smoke just like the last one. Calling out to you in their final moments. Then everything goes quiet. Except for the voice.
"But it's okay...You can't remember them anyways. You forsake memories with knowledge."
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 8:25:11 GMT
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Milo falls to his knees, what had he done, had he really just forsaken everything? Tears start to fall from his eyes, they feel like the burn dual pathways down his cheeks. WHAT HAVE I DONE! He throws his fist into the ground, his teeth clenched, the taste of his tears sour. His lungs have started to burn from the smoke that has surrounded him. Coughing he stands, tears still falling jaw hurting from the force of him clamping it shut.
Wiping his tears away with his sleeve he walks forward, he had started this he was going to finish it. What had been done was done, there is no turning back, and he would not except this. He will find a way around it.
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 8:44:39 GMT
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There is a loud thunderclap, lightning flashes so brightly the world turns white. Once the light fades, all traces of the last trial has disappeared. Except for you and the platform.
You are in a different spot however. Now directly in the middle of the platform. No more ash rain either.
"Don't cry my child..."
The voice laughs, suddenly the ground shakes, and three silhouettes stand around you. a few strands of barbed wire starts to sprout up in front of you, twisting around and creating a figure. A cloaked figure with a scythe. Even after the sculpture is done, the wire keeps moving, constantly moving, as if it was made from live slithering snakes.
This happens on either side of you as well, however the sculpture to your left is a lone figure, their head bowed in sadness.
To your right is the same statue, only it's stained in red and rust, it is surrounded with similar statues, only they aren't red or rusted. You could say the one in the middle of them is, well different. But not alone.
The barb wire continues to wiggle and slither as the voice calls out again.
"So now...show me...What are you afraid of?"
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 9:02:58 GMT
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Milo rubs his head eyes, he wishes that was just from the smoke, but no it was also his tears. He looks to the three options in front of him. He almost want to refuse to answer, to save himself. But that is not an option, not this time around. Death, a simple fact of life, Difference, something that has never even bothered Milo, and loneliness...
Slowly Milo walks up to the figure and looks at him. He rests his hand lightly on it shoulder. His body tense ready for the repercussions. The fear of what is going to happen next strong.
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Post by Xemmy on May 5, 2015 9:19:56 GMT
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"Is being alone really that terrifying?"
The other barbwire figures explode, sending sharp pieces flinging in all directions. Much like one would expect from someone actually blowing up something that was made out of barbwire. The pieces stay where ever they landed for a moment, before melting down into a goo. the goo then oozes its way towards the remaining statue. Climbing up it and engulfing it. Soon if collapses into the muck, which sits there in the shape of a rock in front of you.
It bubbles and makes gurgling noises, before two goo arms shoot out of it and grasp your shoulders roughly. The rest of the blob starts to rise, and open up forming a large mouth. Instead of bringing you to it's large mouth, it brings it's mouth to you. launching itself above you and swallowing you head first as you stand.
Even though the slimey darkness has engulfed you, you can breath just fine. However, you can't hear anything, not even the voice. And you know it's there. but it's not talking. You're alone. Entirely.
You can feel it seeping into your soul. You'll be alone forever, and ever, in this tar like ooze. No more friends, not even random people on the street. Though, you already killed your friends didn't you? And your pet? So really this isn't all that different?
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