Shadowfall

[Blewcheese]

(Please do. I want to see where this goes...)

[Percival]

(Why dont I take you up on your offer?

 

Temple Run, in its original embodiment, was a game symbolizing our lives; we reach towards riches, running away from fears and blind to dangers. Despite what we say to ourselves, we are simply comforting ourselves with the thought that what we are doing is 'for the greater good'. Coins in the game act as our false motivations, masking what we think as acts of unjust with fabricated nobility. We collect each coin, thinking of each as our pride and life, yet they are meaningless, merely weighing us down with the greed in our lives. The power-ups that we find floating above our heads are those that stand for you, protects you from the hardships from life, yet they cannot stop the inevitable end. Each unlockable character is a reminder of our personalities; never the same, yet all heading in the same direction. The creature, in fact, that chases you, may be your only salvation, as facing the truth of life is the only way to move on in the race we call 'life'.

 

I needed to practice anyways.)

Edited February 23, 2014 by Pecival

[Blewcheese]

(Why dont I take you up on your offer?

 

Temple Run, in its original embodiment, was a game symbolizing our lives; we reach towards riches, running away from fears and blind to dangers. Despite what we say to ourselves, we are simply comforting ourselves with the thought that what we are doing is 'for the greater good'. Coins in the game act as our false motivations, masking what we think as acts of unjust with fabricated nobility. We collect each coin, thinking of each as our pride and life, yet they are meaningless, merely weighing us down with the greed in our lives. The power-ups that we find floating above our heads are those that stand for you, protects you from the hardships from life, yet they cannot stop the inevitable end. Each unlockable character is a reminder of our personalities; never the same, yet all heading in the same direction. The creature, in fact, that chases you, may be your only salvation, as facing the truth of life is the only way to move on in the race we call 'life'.

 

I needed to practice anyways.)

(Huh. You been reading in the Unleash the Beast roleplay?)

[Battal]

The group is caught by the bugs while assembling their tangents, and are ripped apart like grass in a lawnmower.

[Blewcheese]

(I aint got nuttin to post. Dawg.)

[Battal]

(How about I GIVE ya something to post about?)

 

(YOUR DEMISE!)

 

The group turns a corner, and literally smashes into a fleshy wall.  A bloodred slit in the flesh seems to be the only exit.  The insects buzzing grows louder as louder as the swarm bears down on them.

[Will]

"F**k it. I feel like we're too far in to worry about our looks."

Dark Will shoves Violet through, and follows closely after.

Edited February 23, 2014 by Will

[Percival]

(Now that you mention a slit in a sort of tumorous mass...

 

Search up Teratoma.)

[Battal]

(Remind me to never look up something suggested by Pecival.)

 

The group struggles through the fleshy tunnel.  They feel like insects themselves, climbing through the rotting insides of some dead animal.  Behind them, the sound of a lawnmower chewing through flesh proved that the bugs had not given up chase. 

[Percival]

(NOW INTRODUCE ANAL CANCER AND OTHER DELICIOUS DELIGHTS AND CLARITY)

[Battal]

(NOW INTRODUCE ANAL CANCER AND OTHER DELICIOUS DELIGHTS AND CLARITY)

Not now, Pecival.

[Percival]

(Fine. Anyone have any mental medicine?

 

Also, should I introduce Scribo after or in the middle of our situation?)

[Blewcheese]

Using the surounding blood to his advantage, Pops forms walls of blood behind the group to slow down the insects' advance.

[Battal]

The group pushes onwards, until finally the tunnels widen out a bit.  They are back to the area with regular stone.  They estimate they have bought a few minutes of time, but not much.

[Percival]

(Umm, Battal? May I introduce another characters?

 

Because conversing with two people you have control over is fun.)

Edited February 23, 2014 by Pecival

[Battal]

(No prob.  You can have as many characters as you want.)

[Blewcheese]

Pops nodded. He could no longer slow down the swarm with such ease as he had done before, but it would be easier to traverse here. "Let's go." He continued the run, followed by Joseph.

[Percival]

(Okay.

 

Name: Clarence Weddleton

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: Wearing small spectacles, this man is well dressed in a suit, a brown tuxedo, resembling the look of a detective. While his skin and complexion is fine, however, his clothes themselves are a different matter; the cloth at the ankles of his pants are slightly ripped, and his entire suit is dirtied by tar and grime. His hat, though, a short brimmed fedora, is in tidy condition, a far sight from his other garments.

Backstory: Curiosity can cause the mind to wander, and sometimes curiosity can cause people to wander where they aren't supposed to go. Such was the case of Clarence. He was a simple student, a good man, and a reliable friend in the day, when he was conversing with others. In the night, however, he lived a completely different life. While he was the perfect student in the day, he was a schemer at night, reading about methods forbidden to the common people's knowledge and a believer in ancient methods of magics and runes. (I feel lay today for some reason. Will be explained through conversations with Clarence.

Abilities: He is very weak, not very strong or powerful; his magical reserves aren't impressive either, but the true powers he have are contained in relics he have gathered. Stored in his rucksack, which in itself is an artifact, he has many objects of high power and order, though some are deceptively simple or deceptively complex; an example of this would include a simple wooden rod, no carvings, no obvious enchantments on it. When charged with purity or magic, say, from the absorption of an enemies' attack, the rod emits blue light, shooting from carvings that aren't visible to the naked eye.

Side-notes: Try not to ask him where he got the relics from; he would do so much as to hit you over the head with [REDACTED].

 

 

Damblit, too short.)

[Battal]

(Accepted.)

 

(On a side note...)

 

 

(I may not openly like the game, but damn, I like the music.)

[Blewcheese]

(2spooky4me)

[Battal]

The group flees the tunnel, and not a moment too soon; the swarm bursts through the fleshy wall mere seconds after they get through the door.  Into the maze again, they run, dodging more traps without thinking and, at crossroads, blindly going by instinct.  They seem to be getting out of the torture area; the walls are cleaner, and there is less blood.  But that won't stop the relentless horde of insects...

[Blewcheese]

Pops looks back and grunts. How long did they have to run until the insects gave up? Perhaps there would be a sealable door ahead. Clutching to that hope, Pops continued the run.

[Battal]

The group's prayers are answered when they finally reach a large, wooden door.  They get behind it and slam it, bolting the lock and backing away.  They find themselves in a large circular room, most of which is a water-filled pool.  The group stands on a stone brick ledge ringing the pool.  It appears to be some kind of water supply.

[Blewcheese]

Pops eyes the water, and tosses some nearby debris to test for acidity.

[Battal]

The water seems safe.  However, the insects have reached the door, and are chewing at it mercilessly.  The group is running out of time.