Post by Nadir on Sept 5, 2020 9:02:09 GMT -5
So here you are. You’re tied to a chair and laying on your face in a mystery location. You have no idea how you got there or why you’re there. You don’t even remember getting in your car. What you do remember is waking up in this place in your current situation. You tried to escape, but that didn’t exactly...work out. Your one person homage of the nineteen sixties movie classic “The Great Escape” was a noble attempt, but it was a little light on both of the important parts of that name.
Greatness.
And more importantly, escapes.
So here you lay, face down on a cold concrete floor wondering what’s going on.
And why.
Why?
You’re in the middle of trying to reason this out when the world suddenly and viciously snaps upward. You’ve almost adjusted to that unexpected and abrupt re-centering when an electric shock is sent shooting through your body, starting at your feet until it slams into the crown of your head and causes the world to swim. It also makes your vision momentarily blur. It doesn’t take long to clear. When it does, you wish that it hadn’t.
“Greetings.”
The voice is even, but decidedly unfriendly. You can’t tell if there’s an accent or not because the ornamental mask that adorns his face distorts his voice just enough to hide it. He’s a horror show of a human being. Tall and powerful looking. You can’t really see his body under a heavy looking duster he has on, but you can see his neck. It is the sinewy and powerful neck of a man who assiduously takes care of himself.
Your gaze moves back up to the mask and it sends a chill through you. It looks as if the devil himself has created it. You’d heard that such masks were used in Japanese plays and were meant to represent something insidious. You’d never taken such foreign twaddle seriously before.
You suddenly find it impossible to take that “twaddle” anything but seriously.
What do they call those masks over there?
You can’t remember, but you do know one thing.
In the moment, it scares the hell out of you.
Greatness.
And more importantly, escapes.
So here you lay, face down on a cold concrete floor wondering what’s going on.
And why.
Why?
You’re in the middle of trying to reason this out when the world suddenly and viciously snaps upward. You’ve almost adjusted to that unexpected and abrupt re-centering when an electric shock is sent shooting through your body, starting at your feet until it slams into the crown of your head and causes the world to swim. It also makes your vision momentarily blur. It doesn’t take long to clear. When it does, you wish that it hadn’t.
“Greetings.”
The voice is even, but decidedly unfriendly. You can’t tell if there’s an accent or not because the ornamental mask that adorns his face distorts his voice just enough to hide it. He’s a horror show of a human being. Tall and powerful looking. You can’t really see his body under a heavy looking duster he has on, but you can see his neck. It is the sinewy and powerful neck of a man who assiduously takes care of himself.
Your gaze moves back up to the mask and it sends a chill through you. It looks as if the devil himself has created it. You’d heard that such masks were used in Japanese plays and were meant to represent something insidious. You’d never taken such foreign twaddle seriously before.
You suddenly find it impossible to take that “twaddle” anything but seriously.
What do they call those masks over there?
You can’t remember, but you do know one thing.
In the moment, it scares the hell out of you.