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, 01:17:22 |
| Visits: | 1283 |
| Series: | [ Half-Quake: Ascension ] |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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I grasped the nob in my hand, took a deep breath and started turning. I sat nervously watching the static…. Wait! There was a picture… I twisted the knob in the other direction, clapping started to come in over the dull buzz. I slowed my twisting and stared.
"Welcome to another episode of Half-quake!"
A loud amount of cheering accompanied the announcement. Intrigued I watched further. The camera slowly pulled back. The scene I was watching now began to take shape. There seemed to be a rather pale man in a white suit. He had a particularly sinister grin on his face. Suddenly the view panned to the right, revealing a man dressed in shabby clothing. He seemed to be very anxious about something above him. The camera continued to pan out. What was he looking at? The man was now shaking, his mouth moving but no audible words were heard from the TV. The crowd was now growing impatient; they began cheering louder and louder. But at what? I willed the camera to show me what was going on, my face pressed close to the screen. Slowly a large object revealed itself.
"Oh god…" I murmured.
It finally dawned on me what was going on. They were going to execute that poor man. It seemed they were going to crush him with a massive mallet. I felt nauseous, not only at the thought of what was about to happen, but the thought that this might happen to me. Some god-awful music started to play. It seemed to spark further cheering from the crowed.
"I've found my freedom"
The cheering built up further, the man started weeping uncontrollably. I stared hopeless. Suddenly the crowd stop cheering. I looked to see what was going on. The mallet fell. With a sickening crunch it landed on the man below it. The roar from the crowd was deafening. I turned in disgust. I didn't want to believe it was real, but deep down, I knew that man had just been killed gruesomely for fun. I looked back at the TV shaking from my mix of nerves and nausea. The show had now disappeared, static replacing the grim scenario. I reached for the tuning nob, but couldn't do it. The nausea threw me off balance, causing me to stagger around the room. I couldn't contain it anymore, I threw up. I coughed and spat the rest of the vomit out of my mouth, noting that it too was black and white. I lay down on the ground and stared up at the black.
I don't know how long it was till I got back up. All that I had for comfort was a dull buzz coming from the TV. I was on the opposite side of it, trying to hide myself from the shimmering static. I made my decision to try again. At any rate I was going to starve if I didn't find anything to eat. I guessed the TV was the only way to move on. I slowly made my way back around to the front of the TV, watching it intently as I moved around the side. The static still buzzed its way across the screen. I sighed and started to twist the tuning knob. I watched as the static moved around the screen. Nothing seemed to be getting picked up. I eventually couldn't twist it any further.
"Hmm… maybe I have to twist it backwards." I told myself.
I hummed a tune to myself as I twisted it. Wait… that tune, where did I know it from? I tried to remember. The tune seemed to taunt me, it had some hidden significance, I don't know why. I stoped twisting the nob, and walked around in deep thought. I continued to hum it, desperately trying to remember where it was from. It was no use, I couldn't think of it. I stoped humming, but the tune kept going. My eyes widened in fear, as I slowly turned towards the TV. There was someone standing there, looking down at something, it was too fuzzy to see what it was. I ran to the TV, and started to try and make it clearer. There was something odd about the voice though…. It sounded almost like me, but not quite… I desperately fiddled with the knob. The picture became almost perfect… What was he looking at? I looked closer. It looked like a stone… no a grave?
The TV gave a loud blast of static as its picture changed. My body jerked involuntarily at this sudden shock. It now showed a face. It was a girl… mid twenties. She looked nice, presentable. She had something odd. There was a black hole in the middle of the top her chest. She was grinning at me. Her mouth moved but nothing could be heard.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Another blast of static, something else, a black thing on the ground? Another blast, a note? The TV started to rapidly change pictures, stones? Suddenly a House? A hallway? A thin object? Another face?
"Stop! What are you trying to show me?"
The images just continued to get faster, the TV was starting to buzz, louder, it was getting painful, I had to do something, I reached for the TV. Everything stoped. The face was back. It smiled, then opened it's mouth to scream. The TV blasted me to the back of the room, I moaned in agony, the buzzing now painfully loud. My eardrums felt like they were going to burst.
"Stop please! My god it hurts!" I shouted as loud as I could.
The buzzing continued, my head felt like it was going to burst; while my body felt like it was being crushed by sound waves. Everything stoped. I collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. With all the energy I could muster, I raised my head to look at the TV. It no longer was there, but I whish it was, because what was there, couldn't be human…
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