!qw2cdBTZAc 04/10/11(Sun)01:41 No.14540736|
You look to your right side, seeing only a blackish, ruined mess instead of an arm, and you cough at the smell of burning flesh, your severed arm writhing in your hand.
You feel a chain run its way around your left wrist, and you are hoisted up, naked and bleeding, to a hanging position over a great, iron platform, the incredible heat of the lava bombarding you with heat as you dangle, helpless, the feeling in your hand starting to leave you. A massive, black cavern lit only by the flow of lava, with no exit in sight, stretches out around you for what must be miles. You hear a familiar voice in your head.
Well, what do you think? I tried to capture the old nostalgia of the Rosenkraft place with the still fresh pain of your brother's betrayal, and your hand having the circulation cut off by your own body weight, which I could tell was really, REALLY unsettling. Would you like anything else? Hooks under your eyelids, perhaps?
The source of the voice floats up from the lava, glimmering, liquid black eyes in a skeletal face, blue skin stretched over a bony, haggard form, and a whiplike tail swinging about behind the creature like a serpent.
Where the Hell are you, indeed.