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5/18/2016 12:09:00 AM
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He looks around.
"Oh boy... Honey, I'm gonna be late for dinner.."
He says to himself.
"Jesus... How the hell did I get here."
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He saw something out of the corner of his eyes. A strange, torn cloak. It was dark. Very, very dark.
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He looked at it, observing it. He advanced on it. "What's this."
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Suddenly, the robe vanishes into a swarm of flies. A deep, raspy, mysterious voice is then heard. [b][i]"Beware, mortal... you enter the realm of the Lord of the Flies. Dangers beyond belief await you ahead..."[/i][/b]
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"Who is speaking?" Ryker says. [spoiler]Sorry XD[/spoiler]
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[i][b]"Death. And life. They are one and the same. I am both. They are I."[/b][/i]
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"So what... You're... Like the grim reaper and an angel kinda..?" Ryker says as he looks around cautiously. "You here to hurt me?"
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[i][b]"Pain... such an interesting concept. Pain is the body's perception to a threat. You feel pain because your brain tells you that something might be wrong. There is a chance of you suffering grave damages. I am not on the quest for pain. Nor am I the 'grim reaper', for there is no such thing. Life and Death are one and the same. There is no distinction."[/b][/i]
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He nods. "So why are you talking to me then?"
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[i][b]"To be sure that you understand the path you are taking. This path... is the path of death. It will end with your demise."[/b][/i]
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"Not to be rude oh great and powerful one, but if you could see some of the stuff I've escaped... I think you'd take that back... But, I do heed and take note of your words. Any advice as to how to avoid dying?"
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[i][b]"Death is inevitable. If your arrogance and foolishness must blind you, so be it. But you were warned..."[/b][/i]
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"I asked for advice...” He pauses. "What is this mark." His suit hand folds down to reveal his bare hand and the mark. He raises it.
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The voice has already disappeared. He was alone now, in the stench and the rust.
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He sighs. He needed to keep moving. Facing forwards he continues to move through the stench, watching his surroundings.
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The clanking of metal on metal could be heard. Footsteps. Heavy footsteps.
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He stops moving. Deathly quiet he listens.
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The footsteps continued. There were dozens of them. The stench was particularly worse. The air was thick with it. It almost made him want to hurl.
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These entities were causing the stench. He gagged. "Jesus..." He says as quietly as possible.
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[spoiler]Easy. Don't die[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]poor Ryker doesn't know how fücked he is. it's a 20/10.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]fück that book man.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yeeeee![/spoiler]
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"It's good, I like it." He says with a nod. "So I heard you needed to speak to me."
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[spoiler]um... wrong reply man[/spoiler]
