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Post by Alrich Detlef on May 1, 2017 11:43:23 GMT
"What can change the nature of a man, what forces him to forsake everything that he once held dear?”
Hollowed whispers reverberated through the crimson haired bount, like a migraine that felt as if his skull was trying to split itself open. He could not make out what the whispers said, as the pain was far too great. He could see nothing, as everything was black, and it felt as if his body were weightless, as if suspended in nothingness. Sharp pain wracked his body as the whispers grew louder, he tried to call out, but nothing happened. This had to be some form of dream right? Some nightmare that he could easily awake from at any moment.
“This is a nightmare of which you cannot awaken..”
A voice clear as day cut through his consciousness. The pain ceased as it spoke, and he felt a wave of cooling relief wash over him. But after a very brief moment when the words ended, his head was filled with a hollow and malefic laugh, and the pain returned at a level even worse than before. Again, Alrich tried to call out, to scream in agony, but just like before nothing happened. The laugh’s intensity increased, and all of a sudden it felt as if Alrich was tossed into a hole, one which had no bottom.
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