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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 14.July.15, 8:07 PM | Message # 1 |
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| July 14, 1978 Piisgah, North Carolina
They've officially shut down the school. News and Media Outlets show up to my hospital room at all hours of the day, I wish they'd all just leave me alone. Don't they understand that...that...that all my friends are dead? I cant close my eyes without seeing their faces, screaming, begging for me to help them, I...I should have died with them. I shouldn't be alive.
We were just doing a stupid prank, we graduated, we were going to our different colleges in the fall, we wanted to play one last, stupid prank on the highschool that had been our hell for four years. Now it will be their hell forever...it should be mine too. What I saw, I can't even explain. It was an overwhelming darkness, just permeated throughout the school. It overwhelmed us, such awful noises, shrieks and screams. It was suffocating, and even before they started attacking, it felt like we were gonna die. Through the light on our phones...we...we tried to find the exit, but it was nowhere. It felt like we were someplace else entirely, not the school anymore. Then Alice got snatched, her face full of terror, and her scream echoed for minutes. And everyone began disappearing, one after the other, and then there were three of us. George, Yates, and me. We could see the door, it was a hundred feet away, but everything was crowding in around us. We sprinted. I heard George fall but I didn't turn around. My name in his screams will haunt me forever. Yates was holding my hand, and I remember thinking if I got out of this alive I would marry him. And then my arm jerked.
I whirled around to find Yates suspended in mid-air, hanging as if on a crucifix, his arms thrown wide, blood falling from his palms. He twitched once and exploded. I'm not joking...he exploded. I felt his blood splash all over me, and I couldn't even scream. All I saw were the horrible monsters that had been behind him: enormous, gruesome beasts not of this world. I turned and ran.
Now I'm here, alive. They haven't found any bodies, and I think they think I killed them all. I feel like I did...I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them.
I should be with them.
Reagan Woods was found hanging from the ceiling of her hospital room the next week, marking all of the infamous Pisgah Six dead. Since then, Pisgah High School has been closed to everyone, forgotten and abandoned for 37 years. Today marks the anniversary of their deaths and a group of friends from the new Pisgah High School (teasingly nicknamed PJ for Pisgah Jr.) want to celebrate their recent graduation by spending the night in the haunted high school. You are part of that group, adequately named the New Pisgah Six.
(Everyone is limited to one character, in hopes that everyone active on the site currently will join. If not everyone joins, I will fill in the remaining characters.)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Raz | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 1:32 AM | Message # 526 |
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 1:54 AM | Message # 527 |
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| Each of you wake in an unmarked room, a steaming tray of breakfast sitting on the floor. Beside the juice sits a folded note with your name on it. Along the wall was a multitude of weapons, any you can imagine. To the left and right were large black doors nearly identical to each other but mirrored. The note reads "Welcome to your first test: a labyrinth. Trust nothing. Choose your first door wisely.
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 1:58 AM | Message # 528 |
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| "Well, this sucks." At least they gave me breakfast so I take longer to starve in here. Wonder if the others got the same thing, or if we can meet in here. I decided to eat my breakfast first.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:01 AM | Message # 529 |
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| Garret tore the paper to shreds and looked around, munching on toast. Labyrinth. He wondered if he would be alone in this...probably. They probably all were. He tried to think back to Lit class and the stories about the Labyrinth.
Mickey woke up and cursed loudly. "Oh hell fucking no, I AM NOT DOING THIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS SHIT AGAIN!" She shouted, storming up to the bars of the cage she found herself in. She shook the bars in frustration and kicked them in frustration. She would not sit around to be saved, not this time no.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:04 AM | Message # 530 |
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| Damn. Raven sat up in bed, cursed silently for being stupid, and caught sight of the breakfast on the ground. That was then she noticed she was in a different room before she fell asleep. She approached the food warily, read the note, and decided to eat before making a decision.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 1:20 PM | Message # 531 |
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| Mort paused as he was right next to a door. He looked at the steamy pile of breakfast and decided to eat before he ventured forth. This is a Labyrinth which means that it's a maze...and in a maze there's going to be at least one type of beast that's in this thing. It has to be a Minotaur, the guardians of the maze.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 1:54 PM | Message # 532 |
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| (There's more than the Minotaur in the maze, there will also be tricks, visions, puzzles, lots of fun stuff)
Mickey looked around her room, poking at the wall and digging around the floor. She would not stay trapped, that was an absolutely ridiculous notion. She knew how to handle herself.
Garret looked over the weapons quietly, musing. If it's a labyrinth it's probably best not to bring a gun. And the note said choose just one weapon, a gun in tight spaces was a bad idea. He touched a long sword that looked like samuri's would have wielded. That might work.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:05 PM | Message # 533 |
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| Mort opened the door after he finished his breakfast with a clear goal in mind, get to the demon king and somehow get that damn book. Maybe it'll explain the nightmares...about this beast...clawing and chasing and killing...killing people left and right...it was...a monster.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:06 PM | Message # 534 |
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| Raven observed the rows of weapons before her. Guns would attract too much noise and would be useless without ammunition, plus she wasn't even sure if she could aim correctly either. A blade of some sort would help probably. If she was going to rely on herself, then a sword will do. She didn't want to be limited by bullets.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:09 PM | Message # 535 |
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| (Which door Dillon there's two doors also you didn't choose a weapon)
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:16 PM | Message # 536 |
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| After eating, I took a look at the weaponry upon the walls.
Obviously, if we're in a labyrinth, I'll want something long range, not loud like a gun, and can kill easily.
I took a trident off the wall. "Now we're talking." I took a leftover piece of an orange off my tray, and observed the doors.
So they're mirrored. What's the trick here?
I took my trident, and poked the left door first, then the right one.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Raz | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:33 PM | Message # 537 |
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After I finish eating I get up and grab a Shotgun, checked to make sure it was loaded. I looked at the War-hammer and grabbed it, I had already thought of a use for it. I continue looking over the weapons.
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 2:55 PM | Message # 538 |
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| (Raz, naru added in a later post the note said one weapon. Not your fault for not knowing, just telling you.)
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| Raz | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 3:08 PM | Message # 539 |
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Scott
I grabbed the warhammer and looked around, "Fuck, I hate mazes."
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 3:43 PM | Message # 540 |
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Mort picked up a shotgun and loaded it with silver buckshot. Unholy things hate silver, it's a common theme in most supernatural lore. He than turned and picked the door on his right.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 5:06 PM | Message # 541 |
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| Dabbing the last of the jam off the corner of her mouth, Raven picked a sword off the wall and turned to the two doors. Unhappily, she looked between both doors and frowned. This was only the beginning.
She took the left door.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 6:10 PM | Message # 542 |
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| I readied my lance and orange slice, and headed into the right door.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 8:24 PM | Message # 543 |
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| Garret looked at the doors around him and finally chose to go left. The labyrinth yawned open in front of him and he stepped in. No going back now.
Growing frustrated, Mickey shoved against the wall and stumbled back in surprise as it came crashing down. "No way..." She smirked. "Rotted as hell. Freedom here I come!" She smiled and climbed through the hole.
As you enter into the labyrinth you're greats with long hallways, branching hallways, and the constant whispering coming from the darkness. Choose your paths carefully, for every choice has a consequence.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Raz | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 8:59 PM | Message # 544 |
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I yawn and spin my hammer around to show the spike, then I set it against the wall and started walking through the right exit.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 9:17 PM | Message # 545 |
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| Fuck. Raven looked around nervously as she continued walking forward. She gripped the sword tightly, not brave enough to take any turns yet.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 9:24 PM | Message # 546 |
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| I started moving forward, lance pointed ahead of me. I have to be careful and smart, the others could be in here with me.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 13.August.15, 10:16 PM | Message # 547 |
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| Mort paused as he walked slowly his shotgun armed as he looked around. He went to his right and wondered what he would find.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 14.August.15, 11:25 AM | Message # 548 |
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| (Here's how it's going to happen yo. Raz - red font. Equi - blue font. ILD - purple font. Dillon - green font)
The doors open wide, your path has but one turn, far down the hallway. A dark goo the color of blood oozes down the hall and in the distance there is the sound of distinct stomping, and then groaning.
You begin to hear screaming, much like Mickey's, coming down the hallway, but from another comes the shouts of help like that of Raven's. Every opening begins to sound like a friend, but within each waits a hungry beast that likes to eats the heads of men. Best to plug your ears and keep going.
The wind whistled down the hallway, blowing the hair back from your face. A foul stench comes with it and in the darkness something moves. You should turn down another hallway soon or meet with that.
Laughing faces seem to dance before you, mocking you. They're all around, blocking your path. How do you react?
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 14.August.15, 11:27 AM | Message # 549 |
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| Mickey ended up falling down a hole and landing in some sort of long hallway that reminded her of sewers. She wrinkled her nose and stood, thankfully unhurt. Might as well follow this and hope to find a way out. She hoped the others were okay...
Garret held the sword out in front of him, taking slow steps. This was nerve wracking to say the least. Something had popped out of the wall and he had nearly pissed himself he was so scared. He had ended up taking quite a few turns and was now hopelessly lost.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 14.August.15, 11:36 AM | Message # 550 |
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| (You really are taking this yo business pretty seriously.)
Raven wrinkled her nose in response to the foul smell. Taking that as a cue to stop walking forward, she looked side to side and finally decided to step into the right hallway. Try to remember the turns now.
1. Right turn.
It's time.
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