At The Beginning
CupAndCough
Sought Hope Here, Became Blind To It
⊙From Strife-Shatter Reality We Remade You, Picking Up The Pieces Of Broken Worlds
-----C O N T I N U I T Y : : K I N T S U G I
A Science Fiction Thriller Roleplay
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---Light. To take for granted this precious gift is to live in a harrowing abyss. For a moment, that is all you experience. All you remember. This inkblot of chaos, of primordial discord, was all that resided in your mind. Your Consciousness. A name comes to thought. Your name...
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---Then you awoke in man-captured light. Pallid , and empty of life, florescence greeted you back life. Do not thank it. This fake light. This disgusting light. This empty cell, barely the width of your arms, barely the height of your stature. It is a white, and firmly padded, room that hold not much but you, a bed, a toilet and a single flushed light.
---Your body. Mutilated. Skin scarred and wounds of a deep nature. Sutures and sewings of flesh that was never meant to come apart. Someone has violated your body. Desecrated it. As you scane your body it is you heart that fills you with horror. The shock that you find that your heart, the center of your chest, is now a mangled mess of scar tissue and a brilliant gold is unparalleled to whatever darkness you were steeped in before..
The Golden Organ and Golden Veins have replaced something ever so vital to what you are. You can helped and be awed as the Organ pumps and beats with such ferocity that seems like it desires to escape and live outside the cage of bone and sinew. Much like you and your cage. When you peer at the body you had mutilated you find that with each beat of this Organ a dim light shines through their replaced veins.
Placed upon your nape is a searing tattoo. A brand. A categorized symbol:
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---There is something wrong here, it is not supposed to be like this, you know that this is false. Wrong. Abomination. You can't recall the name of what lied there, whatever was in your chest, but you know now that this disgusting flesh that travels through your body through faint gold veins is not correct. It will never be correct.
---Nothing about this cell is modest. It is deplorable. There is no escape here. The Doors are sealed shut with locks from the analog to the digital. The light is protected by a hard, impregnable glass, that is just out of your reach. The thoughts between your first and last is of suicide. Killing yourself. You'd be not the last and first to devise such a plan, to assume that a life like this is worth nothing. Bashing your head against the interior walls proves to be futile. Padded. They bounce and recoil as your attempt to dislodge whatever consciousness lies in your head.
---It won't work. There is no escape.... Until a voice calls out. You search for the source and find nothing. Yet the voice, clamorous and layered with many other incoherent syllables, still roars within your new and fragile mind. You don't understand Time all that well, but this voice seemed as if it was always there. Roaring in indignation, unquelled, it beckons.
--- For days you listen to this mess of words and voices, until it stops, and something new has replaced it. Actual voices. The thunderous noise of tumblers and electronic locks harmonize. So Loud. It continues with the whimpers of pleading and massacre. Others who have existed with you in here. In this hell. Being set free, in more ways than one--and as your cell opens you are met with the brutality of man.
--- Whatever has been released with them has little sense to them as the joys of freedom are beset upon by blood curdling bargaining and pleas of mercy snuffed out by either the echoing loud bangs and the demented pleasure of bone-gnashing maws sopping wet with viscera and chunks.
---Now as time is ticking downward and while the facility comes crashing down in chaos, you must rediscover why you were placed here. Why you don't remember anything but your name. Why is you body mutilated in such a way. And Who's behind it all, but most of all--You must ESCAPE or you will DIE here never to know the Truth.
-→≫://:L O G 1 : 《 A g h a s t / / U n k n o w n 》
--- Escape or be killed! The Cells have opened, and whatever if within them is coming out, but alongside them is a whole army of people with weapons and items that you can't help but remember as terrible.
--- As you attempt to escape you will meet fellow survivors and escape from this hell-hole and live in peace!
-→≫://:L O G 2: 《 ??? 》
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