originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]she grabbed the handle and slowly turning it opening it. She doesn't know what will be on the other side.[/i]
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It opened with a creak, it's insides making it clear it was a medical capsule. On it was a post-it note reading 'If you're reading this, which you are, clearly, by virtue of reading this leaving this entire paragraph completely- You're some sort creature, vampire, probably, or one of those zombie insect things. Anyway, annoyingly, my boss thinks- well, to be honest, I'm not sure he [i]does[/i] think, but he says we need to put you in these ironically shaped capsules, you'll get.... somethinged... and then released back into the wild to frolicking wild and free- or something. Anyhow, the idea is that nobody causes any problems, and nobody leaves (because people are dying) and few people join (to help their friends), and definitely not because to put trackers on you (Just kidding) (He doesn't need you in the box to have a tracker on you; you got one as soon as you came in) So, put your hand on the thing and come right In.' For some strange reason, she got the feeling it was the man who had written that.
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[i]she sighed and put her hand on the pad not really knowing what's gonna happen to her. She also thought that the note was odd. But she climbed into thinking the worst.[/i]
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The doors closed, leaving conplete, vantablack, all things suddenly jet black. Fortunately, for the first few seconds, nothing happened. Then she felt like a thousand incandescent knives plunged into every inch of her body, and, for a second, she felt pure, groggy bliss, and then everythig went black.
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[i]she wouldnt know what happened to but lovely healing ability of her would make her come to. She would know shes been tricked too. But she wonders why he simply just kill her.[/i]
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However, the bliss began to fade, replaced with pain. A pain so constant and so shapeless it was as black as the cylinder itself. A pain spreading through her body that felt like each and every fibre of her being was being torn apart, and reassembled, piece by piece, which, in a way, it was.
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[i]she didnt like this feeling one bit it hurt. She wouldnt be able to describe the pain she felt but she definitely knew she wished that she didn't ever climb into this.[/i]
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[spoiler]how exactly am i going to continue this?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]can end it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]let's do that then[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay[/spoiler]