2011-05-30, 02:15 PM
#11
. . . gather his things and run into the labyrinth.
Driven to the edge by the surge of lost memories, the man hastily throws his possessions back into his bag and rushes deeper into the winding corridors. Turn after turn. He no longer has any sense of direction. His only goal is escape--not from the labyrinth, no, but from the pain inside his mind. Burning regret he can't understand, growing ever stronger. Every turn brings another flash of a life he can't remember. He screams and pushes himself harder. The crystals become thicker the deeper he goes. So numerous that their light now brightly illuminates the corridors. His insides start to burn, but he forces his legs forward. Another corner, and the man barely stops himself in time...
From becoming completely consumed.
Mere feet away, he stares over the edge into a massive chasm. In stark contrast to the brilliant crystals surrounding it, its never-ending darkness terrifies the man and brings him to his senses. The barrage of broken images slips from his mind as he stares into the void. He takes out his flashlight and shines it down inside, but the beam hardly penetrates it. Rather, the light seems to be devoured. None of the crystals dip into the expanse. Complete darkness, just like where it all started. He thinks back to the massive, dark and empty room he woke up in. But this is different...much different. Staring into the abyss, the man feels insignificant. Not lost or confused--inferiority. The void drains his confidence and leaves him with only the most raw form of fear, as if its darkness is literally sucking it from his body. His muscles relax and his mind empties.
In a trance, the man slowly walks closer to the edge. The void beckons. At the edge, stone stairs appear from the darkness. He doesn't know whether he simply did not see them before...of if they were summoned specially him. Winding down and out of sight, the stairs descend for eternity. His feet begin to pull him toward the stairs, but a sudden glimmer of red catches his eye, momentarily freeing him from the trance. Leading back into the labyrinth, some of the crystals glow a faint shade of red.
The light has an odd effect on him. Soothing, almost. Friendly and warm. Fear takes control again as the man realizes how close he has moved to the edge. He stops right at the top of the stairs, no more than a few steps from falling in. The darkness has an immense power over him. Taking his focus off of the red light for only a second, he can feel it reclaiming control of his body. The crystals seem to call to him like a good friend, while the darkness is much more akin to a vortex. With his last ounce of willpower, he . . .
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A) Gives in and descends the stairs into the chasm.
B) Fights it and follows the red light.
C) Defies both and jumps into the chasm.
---
Kinda wanted seven for this one, but I'll go with five for the sake of REALLY wanting to get a second done today.
v Yes, lol
. . . gather his things and run into the labyrinth.
Driven to the edge by the surge of lost memories, the man hastily throws his possessions back into his bag and rushes deeper into the winding corridors. Turn after turn. He no longer has any sense of direction. His only goal is escape--not from the labyrinth, no, but from the pain inside his mind. Burning regret he can't understand, growing ever stronger. Every turn brings another flash of a life he can't remember. He screams and pushes himself harder. The crystals become thicker the deeper he goes. So numerous that their light now brightly illuminates the corridors. His insides start to burn, but he forces his legs forward. Another corner, and the man barely stops himself in time...
From becoming completely consumed.
Mere feet away, he stares over the edge into a massive chasm. In stark contrast to the brilliant crystals surrounding it, its never-ending darkness terrifies the man and brings him to his senses. The barrage of broken images slips from his mind as he stares into the void. He takes out his flashlight and shines it down inside, but the beam hardly penetrates it. Rather, the light seems to be devoured. None of the crystals dip into the expanse. Complete darkness, just like where it all started. He thinks back to the massive, dark and empty room he woke up in. But this is different...much different. Staring into the abyss, the man feels insignificant. Not lost or confused--inferiority. The void drains his confidence and leaves him with only the most raw form of fear, as if its darkness is literally sucking it from his body. His muscles relax and his mind empties.
In a trance, the man slowly walks closer to the edge. The void beckons. At the edge, stone stairs appear from the darkness. He doesn't know whether he simply did not see them before...of if they were summoned specially him. Winding down and out of sight, the stairs descend for eternity. His feet begin to pull him toward the stairs, but a sudden glimmer of red catches his eye, momentarily freeing him from the trance. Leading back into the labyrinth, some of the crystals glow a faint shade of red.
The light has an odd effect on him. Soothing, almost. Friendly and warm. Fear takes control again as the man realizes how close he has moved to the edge. He stops right at the top of the stairs, no more than a few steps from falling in. The darkness has an immense power over him. Taking his focus off of the red light for only a second, he can feel it reclaiming control of his body. The crystals seem to call to him like a good friend, while the darkness is much more akin to a vortex. With his last ounce of willpower, he . . .
---
A) Gives in and descends the stairs into the chasm.
B) Fights it and follows the red light.
C) Defies both and jumps into the chasm.
---
INVENTORY
Kinda wanted seven for this one, but I'll go with five for the sake of REALLY wanting to get a second done today.
v Yes, lol