It had been a long time since someone had closed the door to his cell. That was unusual, the nurses or the doctors or the others would come by every now and again to give him his medicine. Or food. Or water. And to let him out for bathroom breaks. That stuff usually happened. But lately the doors had been opened and he was allowed to room freely around the building. He got his own water, food, and went to the restroom unescorted. That was nice.
He had killed someone yesterday. Stabbed them in the eye with a broken bit of glass. That probably wasn't good. The smiling lady who listened to him would probably lecture him that it wasn't a nice thing to do. But they had tried to hurt him, and he didn't like being hurt. Ever since the doors had been opened and the others started walking around the building he had hurt a lot of people, and a lot of people had hurt him.
He looked down at the bleeding place where the fingers on his left hand had been. They hurt sometimes, and one of the others had wrapped it up for him. They were nice, so he didn't hurt them.
The walls of his room began to bleed, and that was interesting, as the white never really had changed color before. He watched the blood pool down and saw as the creature pushed through the wall of blood. Its head was a deer skull, and its body was made up of hundreds of living human faces that wept constantly. Its body was like a snake, but it had arms like a man, its hands covered in white gloves. "Hello Peter." it spoke in a soft voice, with a bit of a British accent.
"You sound like the man on the television, the one with the blue box." Peter told the creature, blinking at it.
"Do I?" it asked in the same soft tone. "Very well, tell me Peter do you know who I am?" Peter shook his head no and the creature laughed. "I am Paradox, and I am here because the world has ended," the creature drew a finger along the bleeding wall, his white gloves remaining unstained. "Of course it was meant to end, the Nightmare Child would be born and would unlock the Tower of Solomon and release Lost Choir. Together they would wage war on God and Man, and they would fall and bring about the Next Step," the creature suddenly drew close, so close that Peter could smell the blood and brimestone on its breath. "God is drown in a pool of his own blood and the Nightmare Child rules. The Rules of the world have been broken, he played his hand early and the world is broken because of it."
Peter tilted his head to the side at the creature. "Oh, so thats why the doctors and nurses haven't been around."
The creature wrapped its snake like body around Peter and nodded its deer skull head. "Yes, most of humanity is enslaved or dead, sixty six days have passed, but for some reason this place remains, an asylum for the deranged children, the truly innocent bloodstained," the creature drew a comforting finger on Peter's cheek. "I need your help Peter, you and other children, I need your help to make things right."
Peter thought about that for a moment. "How can I help?"
"Simple, I will give you strength to strike terror into the horrible, to kill the unkillable. If you help me then I will reach into your mind once this is all over and remove all the badness out of you, and the world will be reborn anew."
That sounded nice, and the creature sounded nice. Peter was always told by his parents to help nice people and punish bad people. "Okay, I will help." he said in his childish simplicity.
"I thought you might." the creature placed a gloved hand on the boys head, and the boy screamed.
Peter's flesh melted and shifted. He hurt and felt stronger then ever. From his mouth poured a black cloud that burned and melted everything it touched, and then his mouth was covered. He felt stronger, faster, better.
"Now then, leave this place and find our enemies, and kill them, and slay them, and with each death devour them. Do so and you will become strong enough to kill the Nightmare Child." the creature faded back into the bleeding walls and disappeared.
Peter walked to his open door and peered out into the hallways, seeing that others were coming from their doors. That was good, the hunt was starting.
And it was time to go.
Welcome to 66 Days After the End, an RP that takes place after an unknown creature has released an army of monsters upon the world. The last safe places in the world that remain unmolested are youth insane asylum's for children 12-17. After making a contract with a creature called Paradox their bodies take on either new shapes or they simply gain horrifying new abilities they can use to hunt down the members of the Lost Choir in order to slay them and gain more power. You will play as these children, given whatever sort of problems you want them to have.
Maybe once they were suicidal, or sociopaths, or psychopathic. Any of those might be true, but now they are united in a common cause. If they should kill the Nightmare Child the being called Paradox will remove from them the aspect that they most want removed and be given a new life in a reborn world.
It had been a long time since someone had closed the door to his cell. That was unusual, the nurses or the doctors or the others would come by every now and again to give him his medicine. Or food. Or water. And to let him out for bathroom breaks. That stuff usually happened. But lately the doors had been opened and he was allowed to room freely around the building. He got his own water, food, and went to the restroom unescorted. That was nice.
He had killed someone yesterday. Stabbed them in the eye with a broken bit of glass. That probably wasn't good. The smiling lady who listened to him would probably lecture him that it wasn't a nice thing to do. But they had tried to hurt him, and he didn't like being hurt. Ever since the doors had been opened and the others started walking around the building he had hurt a lot of people, and a lot of people had hurt him.
He looked down at the bleeding place where the fingers on his left hand had been. They hurt sometimes, and one of the others had wrapped it up for him. They were nice, so he didn't hurt them.
The walls of his room began to bleed, and that was interesting, as the white never really had changed color before. He watched the blood pool down and saw as the creature pushed through the wall of blood. Its head was a deer skull, and its body was made up of hundreds of living human faces that wept constantly. Its body was like a snake, but it had arms like a man, its hands covered in white gloves. "Hello Peter." it spoke in a soft voice, with a bit of a British accent.
"You sound like the man on the television, the one with the blue box." Peter told the creature, blinking at it.
"Do I?" it asked in the same soft tone. "Very well, tell me Peter do you know who I am?" Peter shook his head no and the creature laughed. "I am Paradox, and I am here because the world has ended," the creature drew a finger along the bleeding wall, his white gloves remaining unstained. "Of course it was meant to end, the Nightmare Child would be born and would unlock the Tower of Solomon and release Lost Choir. Together they would wage war on God and Man, and they would fall and bring about the Next Step," the creature suddenly drew close, so close that Peter could smell the blood and brimestone on its breath. "God is drown in a pool of his own blood and the Nightmare Child rules. The Rules of the world have been broken, he played his hand early and the world is broken because of it."
Peter tilted his head to the side at the creature. "Oh, so thats why the doctors and nurses haven't been around."
The creature wrapped its snake like body around Peter and nodded its deer skull head. "Yes, most of humanity is enslaved or dead, sixty six days have passed, but for some reason this place remains, an asylum for the deranged children, the truly innocent bloodstained," the creature drew a comforting finger on Peter's cheek. "I need your help Peter, you and other children, I need your help to make things right."
Peter thought about that for a moment. "How can I help?"
"Simple, I will give you strength to strike terror into the horrible, to kill the unkillable. If you help me then I will reach into your mind once this is all over and remove all the badness out of you, and the world will be reborn anew."
That sounded nice, and the creature sounded nice. Peter was always told by his parents to help nice people and punish bad people. "Okay, I will help." he said in his childish simplicity.
"I thought you might." the creature placed a gloved hand on the boys head, and the boy screamed.
Peter's flesh melted and shifted. He hurt and felt stronger then ever. From his mouth poured a black cloud that burned and melted everything it touched, and then his mouth was covered. He felt stronger, faster, better.
"Now then, leave this place and find our enemies, and kill them, and slay them, and with each death devour them. Do so and you will become strong enough to kill the Nightmare Child." the creature faded back into the bleeding walls and disappeared.
Peter walked to his open door and peered out into the hallways, seeing that others were coming from their doors. That was good, the hunt was starting.
And it was time to go.
Welcome to 66 Days After the End, an RP that takes place after an unknown creature has released an army of monsters upon the world. The last safe places in the world that remain unmolested are youth insane asylum's for children 12-17. After making a contract with a creature called Paradox their bodies take on either new shapes or they simply gain horrifying new abilities they can use to hunt down the members of the Lost Choir in order to slay them and gain more power. You will play as these children, given whatever sort of problems you want them to have.
Maybe once they were suicidal, or sociopaths, or psychopathic. Any of those might be true, but now they are united in a common cause. If they should kill the Nightmare Child the being called Paradox will remove from them the aspect that they most want removed and be given a new life in a reborn world.
So any interest in the idea?