PHQ-Nickname:
EskimoBob
Halfquake:
Sadistic Eskimo INC
Level:
5
Total kills:
6,719
Birthday:
September 21st 1985
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| Mood: | neutral |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | July 26th 2003, 01:16:13 |
| Visits: | 1401 |
| Series: | [ Half-Quake: Ascension ] |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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"Ahh my head hurts."
Sheepishly, I rubbed the back of my head. "What's going on… anyone there?"
No one answered. It was dark and I was alone and afraid. I did not like this one bit. I waved my hand in front of my face. Wait that's odd, I can still see my hand… but there is no light. Alright… I wanted out right now. How the hell did I get here? I tried to think where I had been or what I had done to get to a place like this, but I couldn't think of anything. I was getting really worried now. I couldn't even remember who I was. I was thinking so hard I barely noticed the weird noise behind me. Startled I spun around and jumped backwards, miscalculating where my feet were; I spiralled backwards and landed on my back. I let out a wheeze of pain, and tried to get back to my feet. I rubbed my head, as my view got less blurry. A few bright pillars of light seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Curious I went over to investigate. I waved my hand through the pillar. Nothing… it just went straight through. I sat down. What had I gotten myself into? Fear was churning through my stomach and was not helping the situation one bit.
"You may ask yourself why you are here. What went wrong, why you?"
Startled again I jumped. That voice… it showed no emotion, it scared the hell out of me. "Well you made a mistake in your previous life and now you have to pay for it. "
Previous life? I didn't like the sound of that. As the voice continued I franticly searched around for the source of it.
"Even if you are innocent; the lone fact that you are human is reason enough to torture your eternal soul."
What? Torture? Okay I had to get out of here. Now.
"You can take the guns…"
"Hey what are you doing?"
A second voice? Where the hell are they? I felt hopeless, as I could do nothing besides listen.
"What does it look like?" The voice sounded angry. " on't interrupt me while I initiate new victims!"
Victim? I am no-ones victim! I decided to voice my protests. "Hey! I am not your victim, what do you want with me?" They ignored my protests.
"This is the guy."
Intrigued I listened intently.
"What? Do you mean this is the guy?"
"You know THE guy"
" Oh he's THE guy… ehe… eheh"
I didn't like the laughs.
"Mr. Victim, it seems that there's been a bit of a mix up, you are in the wrong place. If you'll kindly step through the exit." On cue a part of the black crumbled. It was outlined in white. I stared at it bemused. " Where we can give you the proper introduction"
Well, what choice did I have? I decided to obey the voice. I looked over my shoulder and saw the pillars of light disappear into nothingness. I swallowed hard, and proceeded through the door.
"*Ahem* Now that we are over that little mix up, I can begin. Sometimes in this institute, (Institute? I thought, more like a madhouse) we get clients. People who can offer us something, in return for our services. This doesn't happen very often, but when it does, we can be certain that it will be very entertaining."
I felt sick; this is their kind of entertainment? Putting someone through some really weird shit? I dreaded what was in store.
"Now you happen to be the lucky one on the receiving end of this deal. What does that mean? It means you have to make your way through all the obstacles placed by our client. We have only been allowed to give you one piece of information: If you see a TV like this one, you will need to tune it in before you can go any further."
Suddenly, a grey TV appeared not to far away. It to was black and white, but featured a grey casing. It seemed fairly old and beaten and featured two nobs, one labelled "volume" and the other "tunning". The volume nob had 10 written all the way around it. Lot of good it was.
"Well what are you waiting for? Tune it in! Oh wait… I gotta turn it on… ehe there we go."
With that, the television flickered to life. Static flowed its way across the screen, jumping around randomly an irritating amount of buzzing accompanying it. Well what choice did I have? I summoned up the all the courage I had and reached for the tuning knob.
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