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	[WP] When you died you expected the void of nothingness. But you were shocked when you woke up in a room with representatives from multiple fantasy universes trying to convince you to live your next life in their respected universes.	There it is folks. I think I died. Well, time to experience nothingness it seems. I think an hour has passed. It's kind of difficult to tell to be honest. Awfully quiet so far... Oh well, I guess I'll read a book or something. As Isiah muttered that to himself, a copy of the "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" materialized on the ground beneath his feet. "Neat trick eh?", spoke a warm, friendly voice!. "Except it's not a trick, it's magic!". "Wait, what? What just happened?", questioned Isiah, his voice half cracking. His own voice sounded similar to his real voice, with a touch of an ethereal timbre infused into it. Almost like he was using a microphone inside a large room. "Still can't believe it eh?", continued the friendly voice. "This, my friend is the Room of Representatives.". "The what of what?", asked Isiah, this time visibly more confounded than before. "The Room of Representatives of course my kind sir!", continued the voice and as it reverberated across the spacious windowed room, a tall, thin, bespectacled figure with a magnificent beard appeared in the distance and began closing the distance between it and Isiah with small comfortable steps. "My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore and I, ehm, represent the world of Harry Potter and his friends! Others will also come and speak with you, but we have the best chocolate cookies! --If you like this so far I will continue by introducing characters from more universes!!!--	I spent my entire conscious existence in awe of the beauty around me, giving little to no thought of what comes after this life. As far as I was concerned, this life was all that mattered and my existence would cease with my last breath. The day I fell asleep to this life was the day I awoke to what I had only prior considered to be useless fantasy. So it was with shock and fascination that I opened my eyes. The old man smiled at me as I became aware... and then I remembered who he was and that I had been awake many times before. I recognized my guide... Zelanthe. "Welcome back, How was your dream?" he spoke to me, without opening his mouth. The words rang through my mind. "Like nothing I've been through before" I smiled at him, and let out a chuckle. We sat in silence thereafter for a few moments in time, observing the display of my dream's failures and accomplishments. No regrets. Everything I had experienced served a purpose. Finally Zelanthe arose and motioned to a number of guides I had not been aware of. Each of them introduced themselves and explained what sort of dream I would be experiencing if I so chose... multiple universes with multiple opportunities and lessons. But which one do I choose? "When you are ready..." Zelanthe assured me. "Take your time..."
	[WP] When you died you expected the void of nothingness. But you were shocked when you woke up in a room with representatives from multiple fantasy universes trying to convince you to live your next life in their respected universes.	An elevator? I thought I died? I wonder were It's going. Oh god is that that damn bap bap americano song. Bing Uh, finally. "Welcome Micheal, please take a seat" Wait... Is that Gandalf? "Yes yes, sit sit. Are we all ready to start?" Gandalf addressed the room. "I...uh. What is going on here exactly?" I asked "Oh did you not listen to the elevator introduction?" He asked "What?... no What introduction? it was that stupid bap bap americano song. what is this?" I was becoming increasingly confused "What? Oh god dammit Lucius. Again? Really? That song isn't even that annoying." "Look can you just tell me what is going on here?" I asked irritably. "Well basically, you've died and well...this is the next level" he replied "Next level? Is life a game?" "In a lot of ways ye" "Ok ok, so who are all these people are..." "Fantasy characters from your world" "And you are here..." "To persuade you to join one of our worlds" "For real? Like, no joke this is the afterlife?" "Pretty sweet, huh?" "Why don't they put this in the Bible?! This is awesome!" "If we put it in the bible then everyone would just end up committing suicide" Jesus spoke from one of the far off tables "Wait, Jesus? You're here too?" "Well ye, the bible is technically fantasy" "Woooah you can't say that" I said, glancing over my shoulder "I can do what I want, I'm the son of god" Continued later	I spent my entire conscious existence in awe of the beauty around me, giving little to no thought of what comes after this life. As far as I was concerned, this life was all that mattered and my existence would cease with my last breath. The day I fell asleep to this life was the day I awoke to what I had only prior considered to be useless fantasy. So it was with shock and fascination that I opened my eyes. The old man smiled at me as I became aware... and then I remembered who he was and that I had been awake many times before. I recognized my guide... Zelanthe. "Welcome back, How was your dream?" he spoke to me, without opening his mouth. The words rang through my mind. "Like nothing I've been through before" I smiled at him, and let out a chuckle. We sat in silence thereafter for a few moments in time, observing the display of my dream's failures and accomplishments. No regrets. Everything I had experienced served a purpose. Finally Zelanthe arose and motioned to a number of guides I had not been aware of. Each of them introduced themselves and explained what sort of dream I would be experiencing if I so chose... multiple universes with multiple opportunities and lessons. But which one do I choose? "When you are ready..." Zelanthe assured me. "Take your time..."
	[WP] When you died you expected the void of nothingness. But you were shocked when you woke up in a room with representatives from multiple fantasy universes trying to convince you to live your next life in their respected universes.	"What universe are you from" "Bloodborne, come brother, and partake of the good blo-" "Nah i'm good, how about you?" "The force is strong with you" "Okay, interresting, how about you?" "I am a representative of the universe of the game "monster girl quest" and we-" "Sold, 100%, lets go"	As I slowly gained consciousness I first felt the intense, bright light. It emitted a soothing warm sensation but the intensity of it burned my pupils, even with my eyes closed. Next I felt where I was lying was very uncomfortable. As I eased my eyes open I saw that I was lying on a large slab of marble. Realizing what had just happened for the first time, I saw that I was wrong. My whole life I had referred to myself as a "devout atheist" which really peeved off my religious family. I had enrolled in an Ivy League University after high school, edited the college's notoriously liberal newspaper, and campaigned on the separation of church and state my entire life. The last thing I expected after losing consciousness in a horrific car accident was to awaken in an afterlife. Soon, however, things were about to get a lot more bewildering. "WELCOME." came a booming voice from somewhere in front of me. "Sit down, join us." I looked towards the voice and saw a large wooden table sitting in the center of this mostly empty marble room. The center of the table was filled with a buffet which suspiciously contained all of my favorite foods, and nothing I didn't enjoy. The combination of smells that wafted to me made my mouth water. Surrounding the table digging in to the buffet were mostly men with a few women each of which appeared quite, well, unique to say the least. A man at the head of the table donned with white robes and a grey beard gave a hearty chuckle and exclaimed, "Come on! Despite our motley appearance, we won't bite. Dying always makes morals so hungry!" As I approached the table in confusion, my eyes scanned across the people sitting there. The older gentleman who greeted me seemed fairly plain but an odd shining aura surrounded him. Another man, perhaps not quite as old, sat across from me wearing a heavy fur bear pelt above leather scabbards. Two crows were perched silently on his shoulders observing the gathering, perhaps making up for one of his eyes, which was obscured by an eye patch. To my right sat a muscular bald man draped in a more revealing orange robe, and to my left sat a disturbing... creature. He wore gold jewelry and had the head of some sort of dog. As I sat down he stared at me and offered me a disturbing grimace. These were only a few of the interesting characters seated at the table, as a grabbed a slice of Key Lime pie to put on my plate. Beginning to realize what exactly was happening here, the man at the head of the table confirmed my thoughts. "So, which afterlife do you choose?"
	[WP] When you died you expected the void of nothingness. But you were shocked when you woke up in a room with representatives from multiple fantasy universes trying to convince you to live your next life in their respected universes.	I ended. Then I began again. They all stared at me. I recognized many of them. I remember having posters of several on my walls in my apartment. They were tattered, having been moved around every few years across towns and state lines. They were kept because the lessons I learned from their stories were nearly the same as the memories of my father and the time we spent looking at seashells. I didn't bother asking for names, I knew them all. "Doctor," I said, pointing to the slender grey haired man in the corner, "Why are you here?" He gave me that frowning smile, that cunning smile that he forced when he knew you'd need something to comfort the bad news. "I think you and I both know the answer to that one, Jane," he said. "What's left for you to do now is choose." Choose. I've had to choose so many times in my life. I chose between getting my doctorate and raising my own daughter. I chose between standing with my fellow researchers or keeping my job. I chose between my own career and attending my father's funeral. "What's the point? I've always made the wrong choice." I could barely get the words out of my mouth when a 14 year old boy in a red shirt hugged me. "Then start making the right ones." he said, his eyes lighting up like the stars. "I believe in you." He always knew how to make me feel so pure. "If Steven believes in me, then maybe I should." I reply, holding back my tears. They all know how to make me cry, but they helped me when I needed them, even if I didn't always learn the lessons they tried to teach me. I owed it to them to speak face to face. I made my way across the room. I don't know if he was holding it for me, but Barry Allen's heart was beating slowly, as if to savor the moment. I shared a quip with Malcom Reynolds, and told him we'd share a drink. Oliver Queen pulled out a bottle of vodka then and there, and we started pouring a shot for all who joined. There must've been more glasses than vodka, as half of us toasted with an empty glass, with the exception of Dean, who grabbed a shot out of Thor's hand. Sam handed him his as not to upset the god of thunder. We talked for what felt like forever. We laughed, and shared dreams of what we could. All but The Doctor, who stood in the corner, giving that same frowning smile that made me love him. He knew that I knew. "By the way, Doctor, you never answered my question." I said. "Why are you here?" "The same reason as any of us, to help you choose, Jane." He said, that Scottish twinge pulling my heart. "Where do you want to go? You can come with me, if you'd like." "That's not my question, Doctor." I took one last look at them, the men and women who shaped me. "Why are YOU here? Where are the rest of you? You have 13 faces currently, why am I seeing only one, and not the current one." He smiled. I didn't notice the shaking in my hands until now. The same shaking I felt when I apologized to my daughter for failing her. "Because you didn't mention any other version of me, Jane." I remembered how I ended. It was driving my grandson away from the house where his mother died, pledging to do for him what I couldn't do for her. Then, I began here. I am but a story, I arc, I reference so that those who listen can relate. But, I'm merely fantasy. "Well, Jane, what do you choose?" He asked, all hints of hope away from his face. "All stories must end." I said, "I'm just glad mine got to let me go out on a good page."	As I slowly gained consciousness I first felt the intense, bright light. It emitted a soothing warm sensation but the intensity of it burned my pupils, even with my eyes closed. Next I felt where I was lying was very uncomfortable. As I eased my eyes open I saw that I was lying on a large slab of marble. Realizing what had just happened for the first time, I saw that I was wrong. My whole life I had referred to myself as a "devout atheist" which really peeved off my religious family. I had enrolled in an Ivy League University after high school, edited the college's notoriously liberal newspaper, and campaigned on the separation of church and state my entire life. The last thing I expected after losing consciousness in a horrific car accident was to awaken in an afterlife. Soon, however, things were about to get a lot more bewildering. "WELCOME." came a booming voice from somewhere in front of me. "Sit down, join us." I looked towards the voice and saw a large wooden table sitting in the center of this mostly empty marble room. The center of the table was filled with a buffet which suspiciously contained all of my favorite foods, and nothing I didn't enjoy. The combination of smells that wafted to me made my mouth water. Surrounding the table digging in to the buffet were mostly men with a few women each of which appeared quite, well, unique to say the least. A man at the head of the table donned with white robes and a grey beard gave a hearty chuckle and exclaimed, "Come on! Despite our motley appearance, we won't bite. Dying always makes morals so hungry!" As I approached the table in confusion, my eyes scanned across the people sitting there. The older gentleman who greeted me seemed fairly plain but an odd shining aura surrounded him. Another man, perhaps not quite as old, sat across from me wearing a heavy fur bear pelt above leather scabbards. Two crows were perched silently on his shoulders observing the gathering, perhaps making up for one of his eyes, which was obscured by an eye patch. To my right sat a muscular bald man draped in a more revealing orange robe, and to my left sat a disturbing... creature. He wore gold jewelry and had the head of some sort of dog. As I sat down he stared at me and offered me a disturbing grimace. These were only a few of the interesting characters seated at the table, as a grabbed a slice of Key Lime pie to put on my plate. Beginning to realize what exactly was happening here, the man at the head of the table confirmed my thoughts. "So, which afterlife do you choose?"
	[WP] When you died you expected the void of nothingness. But you were shocked when you woke up in a room with representatives from multiple fantasy universes trying to convince you to live your next life in their respected universes.	There it is folks. I think I died. Well, time to experience nothingness it seems. I think an hour has passed. It's kind of difficult to tell to be honest. Awfully quiet so far... Oh well, I guess I'll read a book or something. As Isiah muttered that to himself, a copy of the "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" materialized on the ground beneath his feet. "Neat trick eh?", spoke a warm, friendly voice!. "Except it's not a trick, it's magic!". "Wait, what? What just happened?", questioned Isiah, his voice half cracking. His own voice sounded similar to his real voice, with a touch of an ethereal timbre infused into it. Almost like he was using a microphone inside a large room. "Still can't believe it eh?", continued the friendly voice. "This, my friend is the Room of Representatives.". "The what of what?", asked Isiah, this time visibly more confounded than before. "The Room of Representatives of course my kind sir!", continued the voice and as it reverberated across the spacious windowed room, a tall, thin, bespectacled figure with a magnificent beard appeared in the distance and began closing the distance between it and Isiah with small comfortable steps. "My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore and I, ehm, represent the world of Harry Potter and his friends! Others will also come and speak with you, but we have the best chocolate cookies! --If you like this so far I will continue by introducing characters from more universes!!!--	As I slowly gained consciousness I first felt the intense, bright light. It emitted a soothing warm sensation but the intensity of it burned my pupils, even with my eyes closed. Next I felt where I was lying was very uncomfortable. As I eased my eyes open I saw that I was lying on a large slab of marble. Realizing what had just happened for the first time, I saw that I was wrong. My whole life I had referred to myself as a "devout atheist" which really peeved off my religious family. I had enrolled in an Ivy League University after high school, edited the college's notoriously liberal newspaper, and campaigned on the separation of church and state my entire life. The last thing I expected after losing consciousness in a horrific car accident was to awaken in an afterlife. Soon, however, things were about to get a lot more bewildering. "WELCOME." came a booming voice from somewhere in front of me. "Sit down, join us." I looked towards the voice and saw a large wooden table sitting in the center of this mostly empty marble room. The center of the table was filled with a buffet which suspiciously contained all of my favorite foods, and nothing I didn't enjoy. The combination of smells that wafted to me made my mouth water. Surrounding the table digging in to the buffet were mostly men with a few women each of which appeared quite, well, unique to say the least. A man at the head of the table donned with white robes and a grey beard gave a hearty chuckle and exclaimed, "Come on! Despite our motley appearance, we won't bite. Dying always makes morals so hungry!" As I approached the table in confusion, my eyes scanned across the people sitting there. The older gentleman who greeted me seemed fairly plain but an odd shining aura surrounded him. Another man, perhaps not quite as old, sat across from me wearing a heavy fur bear pelt above leather scabbards. Two crows were perched silently on his shoulders observing the gathering, perhaps making up for one of his eyes, which was obscured by an eye patch. To my right sat a muscular bald man draped in a more revealing orange robe, and to my left sat a disturbing... creature. He wore gold jewelry and had the head of some sort of dog. As I sat down he stared at me and offered me a disturbing grimace. These were only a few of the interesting characters seated at the table, as a grabbed a slice of Key Lime pie to put on my plate. Beginning to realize what exactly was happening here, the man at the head of the table confirmed my thoughts. "So, which afterlife do you choose?"
	[WP] You are a King/Queen from medieval times. Somehow you accidently traveled time to current Date. Now you are visiting an exhibition about yourself and your kingdom.	"I say, that is an outright lie!" I spoke loudly, pointing to an exhibition of myself at an axe block, a 'criminal' about to be executed by my own hand. It had taken me about a week to get used to what had happened and though I couldn't understand it entirely, there was simply nothing that could be done. This was the world that I now resided in. Despite my best efforts, I was not to see my people again and I had to admit, it was heartbreaking. "History is history, you can just say something was a lie because you disagree," a voice came from my right. Glancing to the woman, I looked her up and down. She was wearing a 'tank-top' along with 'shorts' and was looking absolutely scandalous. "History? Bah, the only thing that has been moderately accurate is the statue of me itself. I say, they really got my jaw down didn't they? I'll have to find out who produced this work and praise them." Looking back to me, the woman scrutinized my facial features before replying, "Wow, haha you really do look like him. I wouldn't say that's a compliment though. King Jeffery wasn't a kind man." She pointed over towards a few books that were open to different passages on display. "I read in one of those books over there--which brought me to this here statue--that he executed everyone that he deemed a criminal personally. How sadistic do you have to be to want to dish out punishment yourself?" Glancing to the books, I shook my head, "My dear, I can assure you with confidence that I did not such thing. It is a fabrication, possibly propaganda by those dastardly Tarquins. They would go to any lengths to slander my wonderful image." I scoffed for a moment, remembering the impending war between our two countries before I was suddenly brought... well. Here. "Have you even read history? The Tarquinians were just and heroic. When they fought the Caravins it was seen as a freedom war. King Jeffery was known to enslave people and those he couldn't enslave became indentured servants. The Tarquinians didn't agree and so they fought for the freedom of the Caravians, duh." She smirked as if giving me a lesson but I shook my head. "No-no-no, madame you must understand that is simply not how things went. If anything, it would be easy to state that you have things turned around. Lord Gabriel of the Tarquinians had tens of thousands enslaved, how do you think they were able to produce such a military might in the course of only a few years? Swords and shield do not produce themselves young one," I must have sounded grand as I corrected her. With a grin I continued, "It was I, who aimed to fight the Tarquinians for freedom of those enslaved by them. The 'indentured servants' you speak of I am unsure of, though this title does not sound pleasant either. Yes, we were so close to war. We had prepared for some time before..." I paused, realizing that this 'history' took place after I had left. "Wait." She shook her head and snorted while looking away. I ran over to another one of the exhibits and began to read. I was thankful that at least our language continued through the ages but what I managed to find out was horrible. Without their King at the helm to lead the way, the Caravians were slaughtered in several major engagements. I read on, learning more and more about my people: "At the Battle of Hramguard, arguably the final battle which ended the Caravians, General Luther surrendered to the Tarquinian Knights. For their evils however, a short war trial was conducted and the surviving members of the Caravian War Machines were executed." "Luther..." I spoke, my eyes beginning to burn. My heart ached. My hand rose to my chest as I began to remember. Luther, my right hand man. My General. My son. Everything I had known and everything that I had fought for through my life and reign as King was gone. My entire country was now a black stain on history itself and I was able to read about all of their deaths right here. In these simple books. I wiped the tears that threatened to trail down my cheeks then. Never having known the feeling of defeat that now resided in my core, I stepped back from the exhibits. Looking around, I could see my legacy repainted and rewritten by the victors of the war. I was no longer the King beloved by his people, who fought for freedom and justice in the world. Everything had been engineered to now make me a taboo subject. A dictator of sorts who ruled over a positively evil land. But we weren't. We were good people. My family was always sure that even the poorest citizen was fed before we had our feasts. We had vast farms and traded our excess food to local economies and communities for more than fair prices. We pioneered the idea that people should have a say in the decisions made that would affect their lives directly. No longer. To the world, I was an evil man. My family, my son, my people. We were the traitorous monsters that simply had to be exterminated. And we were. My heart was heavy, my body almost visibly shaking from the realization of what had happened to my people. Then I heard a soft voice coming from my left. "Sir?" Sniffing for a moment, I looked over to a young boy. "You look just like King Jeffery," he spoke quickly, a hint of excitement in his voice. Exepcting to be criticized, I braced myself mentally, "Is that so?" I asked. "Yes, he was great," the young boy spoke in what seemed like incomplete thoughts to me. I lifted and eyebrow before quiestioning him. "You don't think he was evil?" I asked. "Nah, we are reading a book in class," he reached into his backpack and produced a small book that was oddly bound in what seemed to be more paper. "It talks about all of the good things King Jeffery did." The boy offered me the book and I began to look it over. It had colorful pictures on it and felt slippery in my hands. Written in large letters the words: The Real King Jeffery by Arthur Wright adorned the top of the book's front. "What is it about?" "Well," he paused and considered how to word his response. "A couple years ago, people started to find things out about him," before I could respond, he continued. "People say that all this stuff is wrong, a lie." He waved his arms around to the exhibits. "A lie? How could that be?" I asked, urging the boy to press on. My body filled with curiosity as I wanted to know more about this book. "Well," once more and pause, "Um, so this place makes him look bad," another wave around him. "But a lot of people think it's a uh," he paused and thought for a moment, "A uh, fabri-cuh-mation." "A fabrication?" I asked, trying to hide my excitement still. "Yeah! That's the word, so this book. It uh, talks about stuff people found that can prove all of this wrong," the boy reached up and turned the book over. On the back, there appeared to be a kind of summary. I read it quickly, a few words I was unable to understand but through context clues I think I got it down. "So, you're telling me young one that this book," I glanced once more at the back, "talks about documents and findings that prove King Jeffery was a good King?" I asked with energy, hoping it to be true. Reaching up, the boy took the book from me and gave me a grin, "Yup! Mr. Velasquez says in a few years they might have to take down this exhibit because it's wrong," the boy stuffed the book away. Glancing up, he smiled at me and waved, "I have to go! Mr. Velasquez is calling us." As the boy ran off, I watched as a tall gentleman had a crowd of young ones around him. I smiled and looked around, "I wonder if Mr. Arthur Wright needs any help."	'What a pig!" one woman scoffed. "Sixteen wives?! Forty-two concubines! I would have never agreed to be a part of such a thing! Never!" "But," I pointed out to her, "you wouldn't have needed to. Most of those concubines were women he gathered after raiding their villages and killing all the males in their family. So, you wouldn't have had a choice, if he had wanted you." She stared at me in horror, moving away. "You're a pig just like him!" The tour group moved on to the next exhibit, and the tour guide pointed to a picture of one of my many golden statues and said: "This is one of the many monuments he forced his slaves to build in honor of his name and glory." At the word "slaves" several people shook their heads and a low murmur rippled the crowd. One man even elbowed me in the side and said, "Can you believe this guy? Slaves? Really?" "Who else would have built his monuments and statues?" I asked in return, thoroughly confused. The man looked at me awhile, then shook his head and turned away. "Child sacrifice was a common part of the culture," the tour guide went on. "No one can say for sure exactly how many kids he had, and it is commonly speculated that the reason behind this is because he sacrificed most of them to the gods." "That -- and that a king must be an example for his kingdom," I spoke out. "What good king could ask his people to sacrifice their children and not sacrifice his own every once in awhile?" Complete silence. "Did you just call him 'good'?" one person shouted out. "Is he not? Would it have been preferable if he kept his own children alive, while asking for the lives of those he commanded and ruled over?" "It would have been preferable if he just banned child sacrifice and no children were sacrificed at all!" I shook my head. "Then the gods wouldn't have been appeased." The crowd rose up in an uproar, and bloodlust arose up in me as I searched around for a weapon to fight these attackers and accusers with. A man in blue emerged from the crowd and they immediately turned to him. Obviously their king. His name, according to the rectangle patched to his shirt, was Security. They entreated upon him to "Get that monster out of here." The monster referring to me. I was not worried. He was bigger than the rest, but smaller than me by far. Plus, his paunch and carelessly open stance indicated to me that he lacked the fighting experience that I possessed. "Hey, buddy, I'm going to ask you to leave," he said. I paused. Leave? I was not being held as a captive? What foolish king would allow a king in his midst to escape and come back with his army? as I planned to do. But I did not argue. "Very well," I said with a nod. "I will return." "And if you do the police will be waiting," he said. "I will vanquish them as well," were my parting words as I proudly - but quickly - made my escape before he changed his mind and had his subjects seize me. Outside, I looked around at a world that was not my own. A kingdom so far removed from the one that I had known. I did not even know where to begin finding my way back. And for the first time it truly hit me. Where am I?
	[WP] You are trying to describe your favorite food to an alien who is studying human life. You are the first person they've asked, so they have no prior knowledge on the subject.	The song finishes finally, Py turning the audio player off with a wave of his hand. Now hundreds of years old, the classical masterpieces wailing guitar fades beautifully into silence. The soft hum of the ships hyperspace propulsion system, now the only audible sound filling the small booth. “November rain?” enquires Qxqytrcxzq. “Yeah, that’s it. Replies Py casually. "Definitely, are you deaf?" you chime in. “The human races greatest achievement…” Qxqytrcxzq asks again. “without a doubt,” says Py. “Then probably Cronuts” he continues. “Cronuts are fucking insane.” You look down to the floating platform serving as a table, picking up the gelatinous cube seated at its centre, sweat begins to form on your brow as you bring the shaking cube to your lips and chew. The alien regards you, though it is difficult to gauge his feelings due to his peculiar anatomy. In truth you have no idea where the aliens eyes are, or if it has any. “Pretty good” you lie, scoffing down the bitter tasting cube. “The human eating habits are something that has been a special interest of mine for some time, do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding your species diet?” asks Qxqytrcxzq. Sharing a quick glance with Py, you both nod. “Ah, I have read of this... the human gesture to answer in the affirmative, how delightful.” I understand, in your solar system, the consumption of human flesh is prohibited?” asked Qxqytrcxzq flatly. Py shoots you a concerned look before answering for both of you. “Fuck yeah it is, C'mon, what’s wrong with you? Do you eat your own?” Qxqytrcxzqs shape seems to morph, his body growing larger and the tentacles that adorned the top of his physical form began to shake visibly. “My species does not require the consumption of organic material, unlike yours,” said Qxqytrcxzq, clearly agitated. “Whoa there big guy,” you say to the alien, placing your palms outward. Recognizing the gesture Qxqytrcxzq appears to calm itself, the tentacles returning to their natural, flaccid state. “What Captain Napills is saying is, that is a sensitive subject” you continue, taking a sip of your beverage. It is a welcome change from the bitterness of the cube. “Forgive me, humans, I meant no offense. It is just…. in our literature, it is claimed that Humans eat the flesh of almost every species on the planet Earth. %98 of all megafauna to be exact. I just assumed.” “Moving on, in your own words, what does flesh taste like.” Asks Qxqytrcxzq. “It’s a little more complicated than that, see not all organic matter tastes the same on earth” you reply. “The flavor varies depending on the species.” “Interesting, what species does the cronut come from?” asks Qxqytrcxzq quizzically, you think. “No, that’s pastry bro, it's man-made.” Says Py chuckling. A smile crosses his face and Py begins tapping away at his wrist device. “You’re ordering a cronut aren’t you?” you ask, knowing full well what the answer was. “You bet, doesn’t look like we are going to get served here.” replies Py. “Have you tried all of the species from your planet?” asks Qxqytrcxzq, leaning forward interested. “Most of them,” you reply earnestly. “Impressive, and what would you say is the best flesh?” “Chicken” you reply, the words mimicked by that of Py. You share a brief laugh with your colleague before continuing. “Yeah chicken for sure, then pork” Chimes Py. “And the flavor of its flesh, how would you describe it?” asked Qxqytrcxzq. “Well, we call it meat for starters. But I’d say, delicious. Firm yet moist, it is slightly salty and has an almost stringy texture, but it depends on how you cook it.” You reply. “Cook it?” questions Qxqytrcxzq. “Oh yeah, we use heat to burn the meat, breaking down the muscles and fat. It tastes better and is less likely to make you sick.” You reply. “But you don’t always cook the flesh…” asked Qxqytrcxzq slowly. “No, there are some species on earth that can be consumed raw, though they are usually less palatable in my opinion” you respond. “And, How does it compare to the flesh of an alien species?” Continues Qxqytrcxzq. “Sorry” you reply, confused. “Can’t help you there I'm afraid, never tried any meat from anywhere other than Earth” you continue. Qxqytrcxzqs tentacles begin to shake again. His form commencing its rapid fluctuation once more. “Hey man, what the matter?” you ask, suddenly concerned. “I had heard of your species penchant for dishonesty, but to see such a blatant display right before me is far beyond anything i could have predicted,” said Qxqytrcxzq, his voice quivering. “I’m not lying” you plead, trying once more to hold your palms outward. Qxqytrcxzq Looms over you menacingly, the room somehow feeling much darker than it was. “You mean to tell me you have never consumed alien flesh before?” Qxqytrcxzq fires. “No,” you say honestly, confusion beginning to set in. From across the table, Py brushes at his Captains badge, subtly using the opportunity to adjust his weapons position. The mood in the booth grows tense. “Then tell me,” says Qxqytrcxzq in a hoarse whisper, Leaning closer, his tentacles reach for you. &nbsp; "Why did you eat the waiter?" &nbsp; &nbsp; * EDIT. Fixed some grammatical errors and altered formatting.	Frank was in a castle on a hill, staring pensively down at the city of Prague. His wallet was fat but it weighed heavily on his mind. Frank had a consulting firm that did personnel work, mostly hiring and firing. It isn’t as unpleasant to fire someone as people think. Most employees are too shocked to shout or cry. They just collapse a little inside and drift on with their lives. But it always messed Frank up—he couldn’t work on anything else for the rest of the day. He’d go swim in a sea of strippers and coke and the next day on his laptop his little charts would be green and the guilt from ruining other people’s lives would get pushed out of his mind by immediate deadlines and emails and conference calls and business lunches. But now he was on vacation. Frank thought the castle was pretty shitty. Castles are supposed to be tall, with towers clawing up at the sky. This one was squat and sprawling, like a fat depressed girl who lays in bed all day. Frank thought of his daughter and sighed. The ex-wife had poisoned Natasha against him. Nothing had gone right. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. And he had so much work. His phone buzzed. It was another email. He rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He needed to get some pictures of the castle. That was how people enjoyed their vacations these days, he grumbled to himself. Maybe it would work for him. In the viewfinder he saw a three-headed green man standing next to a statue of a dead pianist. The green man was real. Fishbowl astronaut helmets covered each head. Forked tongues flitted in and out of its mouth. It slithered towards Frank, leaving a trail of ooze. Frank frantically looked around, but there was no one else in sight. “Hello, I am Oglethorpe,” said the creature, “I attend Schlorbok University, class of 2018, and for my Urppiat Studies Final Paper, I need to interview someone from your galactic province to discern local public sentiment on recent developments in the Florbokking industry. I can give you one plasmacoot in exchange for your participation.” Frank turned red and began to hyperventilate. He collapsed to his knees and put his hands over his eyes. “Oh you’re an uncontacted,” Oglethorpe said, laughing. “How rude of me. It’s just… I don’t mean to be rude, but there’s just not a lot of you left. Oh I’ve got just the thing,” he reached into his chest cavity and pulled out a slimy manta ray. The manta swam through the air, then tightened into a taut cylinder and shot itself up Frank’s nose and into his brain. It dissolved on the surface of his frontal cortex, releasing endogenous knowledge packets. “Oh,” Frank said, full of understanding. “Yeah sorry mate, we don’t have Florbokking on our planet yet. We’re still mostly an agriculture-based society.” “No worries,” Oglethorpe said, “That actually makes the survey a lot easier for me. Are you familiar with Campbell’s Chunky Soup?” “Yeah,” Frank said. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” Oglethorpe said. “I suppose,” Frank said politely. “How is it made?” Oglethorpe said, “Is it true that you kill the soup animal, set it on fire, dunk it in water, set the water on fire, and then slurp the remains?” Frank paused to think. “More or less,” he said. “We really just apply heat, rather than fire itself. That’s sort of a new development for our species though.” “Excellent!” Oglethorpe said. “That’s all the questions I have, I guess. Here’s your plasmacoot!” Oglethorpe beamed at him. Frank took the outstretched glowing crystal shard. “I’m afraid I don’t have any use for this,” Frank said, “Our planet hasn’t implemented a neuroplastic hivenet yet.” “Oh,” Oglethorpe said, “Then just do what the ancients did! Snort it up your nose and it will soothingly travel through your blood and brain and guide your mind towards a deeply meaningful life of joy and happiness.” Frank’s eyes lit up. He knew what Oglethorpe said was true. He grinned, preparing himself for eternal bliss. “Heavens!” Oglethorpe said, “I’m late for a meeting with Professor Lubdub.” He shot a portal out of his navel to hang in the air in front of him. “Farewell!” Oglethorpe said, hopping into the portal. It disappeared behind him. Frank clutched the shard tightly, getting ready to grind it to a powder on the castle parapet. He halted. The sunset kissed the clouds, shining orange, pink, and purple. He realized the castle had been built in the perfect location. It was chosen for its beauty, not for defense. The cityscape of Prague stretched out below him, bathed in the sunset glow. Generations upon generations had built up clocktowers, plazas, and winding roads. The streets had been marched upon by Nazis, Communists, all manner of foreign invaders—but each generation kept fighting for its children. Frank pocketed the shard, smiling faintly. He would give it to Natasha. A feeling crept into his heart. Something that had once been familiar. He liked it. He liked it a lot. ------------- /r/trrh for more!
	[WP] You are trying to describe your favorite food to an alien who is studying human life. You are the first person they've asked, so they have no prior knowledge on the subject.	I pointed again to myself. “Humans.” I stated. They looked at me stunned. After a brief silence, the alien who originally asked the question rephrased it: “What do you eat for enjoyment?” This time I took the knife and fork from the table and did a cutting motion above my right thigh, then raised the fork to my mouth and licked it. The thought of bloody flesh made my mouth fill with saliva. “People.” I told the alien, “My fellow man; my own kind.” Their eyes got wide. They looked at eachother for a second and then back at me. This time the other alien spoke: “Do all humans eat human?” I laughed at the thought of this. “Heavens no,” I assured him, “I am quite an anomaly.” They still looked puzzled. “Is it legal for you to do that?” one asked. To be honest, I was struck by the fact that an alien just used the term ‘legal’. You never hear that vocabulary from them in the movies. “No,” I replied, “but I do it anyway. I enjoy the thrill of carving another man’s skin; keeping him alive for as long as possible so his flesh is still warm; so that the blood continues to pump through his veins and into every single area.” I began to think back to all of my victims; to all of the delicious meals I’ve enjoyed over the decades. It felt good to finally tell someone, especially since they weren’t from Earth. The aliens looked frightened. Figuring at this point I had nothing to lose, I decided to continue: “You know,” I leaned forward, “I didn’t start with people. From a very early age I’ve had this raw hunger that nothing could satisfy. I started with animals. I killed a few of the stray cats in the alley by my home; snapped their necks and stuffed them in my backpack. I decided to cook each of them a different way. For the grey one I sautéed his flesh with onion and garlic butter. The tan cat was the smallest of the three and therefore the only one that fit in my mothers deep fryer. And the black one... the black one I cooked over a small flame with a pinch of salt. Can you guess which one I enjoyed the most?” The aliens were silent. “The black one,” I answered, “but it had too much salt. In fact, it wasn’t the right meat at all. From there, I went to dogs, to wolves, to apes, to just about any creature I could think of really. But deep down I always knew the truth. Deep inside I knew that the meat of an intelligent being is far superior to cattle, sheep or pig. These humans eat that shit and they become it. They become the cattle, they become the sheep. It is only natural that I act upon this.” One of the aliens held out his hand in a silencing gesture. “We’ve heard enough,” he said, “I’m afraid our species are not compatible after all.” And with that, both aliens stood up from my kitchen table and turned to leave. “Thank you for welcoming us into your home, but now we must go.” The other said hastily. I stared at them blankly. “Are you sure I can’t fix you dinner before you depart?” I asked. They looked as though they were about to faint. “No.” they both replied as one reached for the door. BANG! BANG! Both aliens slowly fell to the floor as I concealed my revolver back underneath the table. I calmly walked over to inspect the bodies and shut the door. They looked decadent. I prefer my meals to be living but I couldn’t risk missing out on such a rare opportunity - perhaps my only opportunity. There was no time to waste. I took a few steps and turned on the stove.	Frank was in a castle on a hill, staring pensively down at the city of Prague. His wallet was fat but it weighed heavily on his mind. Frank had a consulting firm that did personnel work, mostly hiring and firing. It isn’t as unpleasant to fire someone as people think. Most employees are too shocked to shout or cry. They just collapse a little inside and drift on with their lives. But it always messed Frank up—he couldn’t work on anything else for the rest of the day. He’d go swim in a sea of strippers and coke and the next day on his laptop his little charts would be green and the guilt from ruining other people’s lives would get pushed out of his mind by immediate deadlines and emails and conference calls and business lunches. But now he was on vacation. Frank thought the castle was pretty shitty. Castles are supposed to be tall, with towers clawing up at the sky. This one was squat and sprawling, like a fat depressed girl who lays in bed all day. Frank thought of his daughter and sighed. The ex-wife had poisoned Natasha against him. Nothing had gone right. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. And he had so much work. His phone buzzed. It was another email. He rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He needed to get some pictures of the castle. That was how people enjoyed their vacations these days, he grumbled to himself. Maybe it would work for him. In the viewfinder he saw a three-headed green man standing next to a statue of a dead pianist. The green man was real. Fishbowl astronaut helmets covered each head. Forked tongues flitted in and out of its mouth. It slithered towards Frank, leaving a trail of ooze. Frank frantically looked around, but there was no one else in sight. “Hello, I am Oglethorpe,” said the creature, “I attend Schlorbok University, class of 2018, and for my Urppiat Studies Final Paper, I need to interview someone from your galactic province to discern local public sentiment on recent developments in the Florbokking industry. I can give you one plasmacoot in exchange for your participation.” Frank turned red and began to hyperventilate. He collapsed to his knees and put his hands over his eyes. “Oh you’re an uncontacted,” Oglethorpe said, laughing. “How rude of me. It’s just… I don’t mean to be rude, but there’s just not a lot of you left. Oh I’ve got just the thing,” he reached into his chest cavity and pulled out a slimy manta ray. The manta swam through the air, then tightened into a taut cylinder and shot itself up Frank’s nose and into his brain. It dissolved on the surface of his frontal cortex, releasing endogenous knowledge packets. “Oh,” Frank said, full of understanding. “Yeah sorry mate, we don’t have Florbokking on our planet yet. We’re still mostly an agriculture-based society.” “No worries,” Oglethorpe said, “That actually makes the survey a lot easier for me. Are you familiar with Campbell’s Chunky Soup?” “Yeah,” Frank said. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” Oglethorpe said. “I suppose,” Frank said politely. “How is it made?” Oglethorpe said, “Is it true that you kill the soup animal, set it on fire, dunk it in water, set the water on fire, and then slurp the remains?” Frank paused to think. “More or less,” he said. “We really just apply heat, rather than fire itself. That’s sort of a new development for our species though.” “Excellent!” Oglethorpe said. “That’s all the questions I have, I guess. Here’s your plasmacoot!” Oglethorpe beamed at him. Frank took the outstretched glowing crystal shard. “I’m afraid I don’t have any use for this,” Frank said, “Our planet hasn’t implemented a neuroplastic hivenet yet.” “Oh,” Oglethorpe said, “Then just do what the ancients did! Snort it up your nose and it will soothingly travel through your blood and brain and guide your mind towards a deeply meaningful life of joy and happiness.” Frank’s eyes lit up. He knew what Oglethorpe said was true. He grinned, preparing himself for eternal bliss. “Heavens!” Oglethorpe said, “I’m late for a meeting with Professor Lubdub.” He shot a portal out of his navel to hang in the air in front of him. “Farewell!” Oglethorpe said, hopping into the portal. It disappeared behind him. Frank clutched the shard tightly, getting ready to grind it to a powder on the castle parapet. He halted. The sunset kissed the clouds, shining orange, pink, and purple. He realized the castle had been built in the perfect location. It was chosen for its beauty, not for defense. The cityscape of Prague stretched out below him, bathed in the sunset glow. Generations upon generations had built up clocktowers, plazas, and winding roads. The streets had been marched upon by Nazis, Communists, all manner of foreign invaders—but each generation kept fighting for its children. Frank pocketed the shard, smiling faintly. He would give it to Natasha. A feeling crept into his heart. Something that had once been familiar. He liked it. He liked it a lot. ------------- /r/trrh for more!
	[WP] You are trying to describe your favorite food to an alien who is studying human life. You are the first person they've asked, so they have no prior knowledge on the subject.	I pointed again to myself. “Humans.” I stated. They looked at me stunned. After a brief silence, the alien who originally asked the question rephrased it: “What do you eat for enjoyment?” This time I took the knife and fork from the table and did a cutting motion above my right thigh, then raised the fork to my mouth and licked it. The thought of bloody flesh made my mouth fill with saliva. “People.” I told the alien, “My fellow man; my own kind.” Their eyes got wide. They looked at eachother for a second and then back at me. This time the other alien spoke: “Do all humans eat human?” I laughed at the thought of this. “Heavens no,” I assured him, “I am quite an anomaly.” They still looked puzzled. “Is it legal for you to do that?” one asked. To be honest, I was struck by the fact that an alien just used the term ‘legal’. You never hear that vocabulary from them in the movies. “No,” I replied, “but I do it anyway. I enjoy the thrill of carving another man’s skin; keeping him alive for as long as possible so his flesh is still warm; so that the blood continues to pump through his veins and into every single area.” I began to think back to all of my victims; to all of the delicious meals I’ve enjoyed over the decades. It felt good to finally tell someone, especially since they weren’t from Earth. The aliens looked frightened. Figuring at this point I had nothing to lose, I decided to continue: “You know,” I leaned forward, “I didn’t start with people. From a very early age I’ve had this raw hunger that nothing could satisfy. I started with animals. I killed a few of the stray cats in the alley by my home; snapped their necks and stuffed them in my backpack. I decided to cook each of them a different way. For the grey one I sautéed his flesh with onion and garlic butter. The tan cat was the smallest of the three and therefore the only one that fit in my mothers deep fryer. And the black one... the black one I cooked over a small flame with a pinch of salt. Can you guess which one I enjoyed the most?” The aliens were silent. “The black one,” I answered, “but it had too much salt. In fact, it wasn’t the right meat at all. From there, I went to dogs, to wolves, to apes, to just about any creature I could think of really. But deep down I always knew the truth. Deep inside I knew that the meat of an intelligent being is far superior to cattle, sheep or pig. These humans eat that shit and they become it. They become the cattle, they become the sheep. It is only natural that I act upon this.” One of the aliens held out his hand in a silencing gesture. “We’ve heard enough,” he said, “I’m afraid our species are not compatible after all.” And with that, both aliens stood up from my kitchen table and turned to leave. “Thank you for welcoming us into your home, but now we must go.” The other said hastily. I stared at them blankly. “Are you sure I can’t fix you dinner before you depart?” I asked. They looked as though they were about to faint. “No.” they both replied as one reached for the door. BANG! BANG! Both aliens slowly fell to the floor as I concealed my revolver back underneath the table. I calmly walked over to inspect the bodies and shut the door. They looked decadent. I prefer my meals to be living but I couldn’t risk missing out on such a rare opportunity - perhaps my only opportunity. There was no time to waste. I took a few steps and turned on the stove.	"So, what is this barbeque chicken?" "Well you take the chicken," "The small domesticated fowl?" "Yes, but this one's been killed and cleaned so we can cook it." "Ah, I see. You humans put so much more effort into your food than we do." "Anyways, you cover the chicken in the BBQ sauce and cook it in the sauce." "And then you get these slimy red things we have in front of us?" "You know, it's not nearly as appetizing when you put it that way." "You're welcome." "Not a complement but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Let's eat."
	[WP] You are trying to describe your favorite food to an alien who is studying human life. You are the first person they've asked, so they have no prior knowledge on the subject.	Two humanoids sit at a bar to order beverages compatible with their digestive systems. The human sits and ponders. He misses flowers and the scent of real air, not this artificial horseshit pumping through his mask. It always smells like he's sitting in a fucking doctor's office or some shit. He ordered a whiskey neat, and the robot behind the bar whirs on its track to acquire the order. His partner orders something that sounds like someone clumped a bunch of consonants together and said 'good enough.' Mine comes out from a circular portal within the bar. Small glass. The best part about liquor is that no matter how far away it's shipped from, it always tastes fresh. The human's partner's drink comes out, some brown muck that affects the alien's nervous system in a way similar to alcohol. Four limbed, two sets of parallel groping probes encased in metal. Its face covered in a metallic mask, a yellow light with orange bubbles colliding and floating inside. Thank God for spines. It keys its headset to the human's. Good conversation. Always nice to learn a new culture. He can't even tell if it's sarcasm anymore. All aliens sound the same, that imitation translator mimicking inflections and personality. Always artificial. "Human, what is that?" "Whiskey. Made from fermented plant mash." "I understand." The alien raises the liquid to its own suit and places the cup through a small hatch. Liquid and bubbles still bouncing, mixes of the brownish muck slowly introduced. The human takes a sip, savoring the taste. Every drink counts. Especially out in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. At least still in the milky way, if only hunting smugglers. "Human, how do you ingest primary nutrients?" "Through the mouth. This hole." The human opens his mouth. "I understand. You have structures inside to rip apart flesh and organic matter, correct?" "Correct." They're teeth, asshole. A little quiet. The whiskey helps. Still have a few hours before picking up their next contract. Randomly assigned partnerships could be worse. Especially with the academic type - too many questions. Never any help in a firefight. "Human, what is considered your optimal primary nutrient?" "What, like my favorite food?" "Affirmative." I think. When was the last time I had real food, good food, cooked food, not that artificial paste and bullshit pumped straight from a tube. "A steak. A real, juicy steak. Not the imitation type, but fresh." "I see. A steak is a colloquial term describing a segment of animal flesh. Is it consumed directly from the animal?" "No." "Do you use heat to alter the chemical consistency of the flesh, altering the structure of proteins?" "Yes." "I have heard humans will sometimes adopt subservient species to consume for sustenance later." "Uh, not anymore." Silence. The alien's liquid looks fairly murky, that disgusting iteration between yellow and brown. "When consuming this flesh, where does the pleasure derive from?" "What, like why is it good?" "Correct." The human sits and thinks. "Well, the taste buds tell me it's good." "You mean your brain, human?" "Yeah, sure." The alien pauses. "I have heard human brain is desirable." The human raises an eyebrow. "Have you had any?" The alien shakes an arm up and down. The human doesn't understand the gesture. Its movements are far less fluid. "No. It is expensive." The alien leans in slightly as if to whisper, something unnecessary due to the fact that the alien's words are being spoken directly through the mask. "But I would like to try some. My acquaintance describes it as an aphrodisiac for his species." "Huh." More silence. Species mill around, the lights dim and alter, languages incomprehensible and varied advertise assorted objects. "May I eat your brain, human?" "What? Fuck no." "Apologies. Do humans not have redundant organs?" "We do not." "I apologize. Is fuck in reference to the act of human reproduction?" "It's a versatile word, buddy." Blip. Blip. Buzz. The human checks his watch, and a small holographic update pops up. 'Target AI Navigation System Detected - Station KG-89 - Docking' The human finishes his drink. "We gotta go, buddy." The alien stands up and stumbles. "I am inebriated." "Good for you, but we got a job to do. Come on." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- r/storiesfromapotato - may continue this in a bit	"So, what is this barbeque chicken?" "Well you take the chicken," "The small domesticated fowl?" "Yes, but this one's been killed and cleaned so we can cook it." "Ah, I see. You humans put so much more effort into your food than we do." "Anyways, you cover the chicken in the BBQ sauce and cook it in the sauce." "And then you get these slimy red things we have in front of us?" "You know, it's not nearly as appetizing when you put it that way." "You're welcome." "Not a complement but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Let's eat."
	[WP] You have an incurable disease, so you volunteer for a very risky mission: you are cryogenically frozen, placed on a Near Light Speed space ship, and fired into space toward a cluster of "nearby" galaxies.	They don't tell most of the volunteers the whole story. You know what's out there? Massive chunks of rock trapped in gravitational orbit around distant balls of plasma. Rogue mother fucking planets, literally in between stars in that infinite expanse of nowhere, and not only that, but the fact that a single mite of dust can fuck up an entire solar sail at even a percentage of light speed? You know how cold that shit is? You know what kind of testicular shrinkage we're talking about? They don't tell you that. They all spout 'For the future of humanity' and for science and blah blah blah blah blah So here I am, a professor in mathematics who wrote a couple pages on space travel - all theoretical, mind you, and these assholes are not only telling me that we're not even going to a distant star, but to cross through dark matter out of the bounds of the Milky Way, a shot so God damn ridiculous that we're aiming for a fucking cluster, just praying that the gravity well is big enough to bring us into orbit. So what did I say? Hell yeah. See, my wife smokes. A lot. So lo and behold I get stage four from second hand smoke. A real fucking knee slapper. So here come another bunch of eggheads, all flashing that same academic bullshit I used to peddle. FOR THE GREATER GOOD and etc. It works on graduate students, and apparently dying men as well. So strap me to an experimental craft. Why the fuck not? Myself and several other dumb fucks all get strapped into a shuttle to get launched to the ISS, where they're building the real craft to shoot us off into oblivion. They've figured out a version of cryogenic technology where we don't all die from being frozen. Case in point - if someone freezes in ice, the water in their cells bursts the cell wall because, you know, water fucking expands when it freezes. Who knew? Anyway I'm sitting, waiting, watching for the launch. The only volunteer who couldn't give a shit whether or not the craft explodes halfway through like the damn Challenger. Then those G forces nearly kill me before my cancer can. I'm fairly certain one of us pissed ourselves before getting fully into low Earth orbit. Humanity's greatest construction project, and dumbest fucking investment awaits us. Solar sails, ionic propulsion, even experimental gravitational shielding, all in the hopes that our hunk of metal will last in the emptiness between galaxies. I didn't care. I just loved zero-g. They all strap us in and hook us up, all that bullshit about the human spirit and prepare to launch us somewhere in the local cluster. Everyone nods and proclaims how deep this moment is while I sit there and just think about how ridiculous this is. When I was growing up, I always wanted to be an astronaut. But not like this. They position us in a zone of release that will, for sure, get us out of this solar system. Hopefully out of the Oort cloud. Then we have no fucking idea. Maybe we'll get sucked into a different solar system, or maybe escape the Milky Way. To me, it's all irrelevant. They begin the countdown. 3. 2. 1. Bring it the fuck on. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- r/storiesfromapotato	Everybody dies. That was my response when I found out that I had been diagnosed with stage 4 terminal knaphonia-lyngoses ( a disease as messed up as it sounded). My indifference to my fate was what prompted the NASA officials to visit me in the first place. Mission parameters were straightforward. I was to be frozen in the cryogenic chamber, placed on a new rocket and hurtle toward the galaxies at speeds close to the speed of light, in search of friendly neighbors in the galactic universe. Yes there were risks involved. But my mind was made up from the beginning. A second chance at life or simply die like the lonely fool I had become. So with the stroke of a pen I signed my life away. I'm sitting here in the chamber now, awaiting my cold fate, hopeful that my mission won't be in vain. Surely we can't be the only forms of life in this vast universe. In some far off galaxy there awaits an advanced civilization who haven't destroyed their planet the way we humans have to our own. And I must be that beacon of hope that life does indeed find a way. To the stars i shall go... what dreams may come?
	[WP] Amateur serial killers are usually caught within three or four deaths. More sophisticated ones, usually doctors or nurses injecting lethal chemicals, can make it into the hundreds. You've killed over a thousand people and haven't been caught yet...	Amelia gargled slightly as shuttering drabs of breath escaped from her wire-cut neck. I didn't really if her name was Amelia, it was better that way. Wednesdays were Amelia, Tuesdays were George, Thursdays were Jenna, Fridays were Frank. Mondays and weekends were reserved for books and rugby. After so long doing one thing, one tends to fall into a pattern, even with the most personalizing touches. "Hold still Amelia," I say, "I have an appointment to make, and would like this to be quick." "Afffrrrdd," replied Amelia. This one always replied, how polite. Unlike many, I don't have a real passion for murder. No glittering spark of happiness or anger rushes through my eyes as I see their pain or anguish. Mine isn't an act of primal rage, like the barbaric killers of dozens. I don't even attempt qualify strange and strangulated natural instincts by calling them art, like the denialist killers of hundreds. No, my secret is that it isn't a compulsion, or even particularly enjoyable at this point. Its a chore to me, like mowing a fleshy and obnoxious lawn. Instead, I do it because of the pride that comes with having such a high body count. And, of course, for the money. I felt Amelia slip down further into the wire, her neck slackening and freezing into the expression Amelias always made. Jaw clenched, eyes wide and gaping, all the theatrics. Oh, how I liked the Amelias. I checked my watch; 5:30, on the dot. "Quite nice of you to die on time. I really could kiss you, but I won't for obvious reasons." I retrieved my phone yet again, and put it to my shoulder as I put the finishing touches on Amelia number 251. "Hello, Dr. Cathy? Yes, I have another subject, good condition too. It was a murder this time, though I'm sure we'll never know who did it. Ah, yes, payment always is appreciated. Seven is a good time for pickup, sure." And with that, I went home for a cup of tea.	“Klaatu Barada Nikto”. I speak these words outside my victim’s home. I see a giant wall cloud approaching from the east and I smile in anticipation. A thunderstorm would be good. I shut the Book of the Dead and slip it into my backpack and I cringe as it makes a small, scratching sound. I look around to make sure no one heard me. Now all I have to do is sit and wait for my army, my army of the dead, my army of the night, my army of darkness. I feel a wind blow from an unknown direction and a chill grasps my entire body. I stumble over next to a tree; I have to hold firmly to keep myself from falling over. I appear to be drunk off this feeling of upcoming death. I want to raise my head to the sky and let out a bust of howling laughter, but I resist. Instead, I look up at the top of the tree and survey its branches before I hoist myself up. I steadily but slowly climb upwards where I am treated to a perfect view inside several windows of the house. The windows are like my own special movie screens; and tonight they’re showing my favorite movie. I’ve seen this one several times and it never grows old for me. I’ve must have done this sort of thing over a thousand times by now. No one has caught on to my dark deeds. At the first grumble of thunder the dirt begins to shake and shiver. If you look close you can see small risings in the dirt before a desiccated hand breaks through. All around the house I see the rising of the cursed souls of the damned, their curse to be used as pawns for my enjoyment. Inside, I can see a young couple watching a television in a dimly lit room. Although, upon closer inspection, I don’t think they’re paying much attention to whatever they’re watching. That’s okay, I think. I scan the other windows and see a child lying in her bed. I put the pieces together and realize I’ve stumbled upon the classic babysitter scenario. This time I’m unable to stop myself as I laugh a mirthless laugh. I think of the popcorn and other snacks in my backpack and realize I’ve left it on the ground. I consider going down to retrieve it when I see one my minions grab the boyfriend by his hair. He struggles to get free and I see a large patch of hair come off in the monsters hand. He screams in pain and in a panic he knocks the babysitter to the ground. The babysitter is now screaming, crawling on her back, away from the couch that holds her scalped boyfriend. She backs right up against the bloated, purple leg of an undead and she shrieks as it hisses down at her. A different monster grabs her arm and bites down deep, taking away a mouthful of stringy bicep. Her legs kick and flail wildly as she screams out. In all the excitement I’ve forgotten about the boyfriend who is now holding a bloody hand to his head, frightened as he knows he can’t escape. He looks back at his girlfriend and fights back an intense wave of nausea at what he sees. He screams as he’s grabbed by several undead. I bring my gaze back to the girl who is now shivering in her bed; she has certainly heard the shrieking and screaming from below and is no doubt terrified. She should be. I frown as I look at my backpack and wish I hadn’t been so careless, I love a good snack during a good show. Next time I won’t make the same mistake. This never gets old. No, this never gets old.
	[WP] Amateur serial killers are usually caught within three or four deaths. More sophisticated ones, usually doctors or nurses injecting lethal chemicals, can make it into the hundreds. You've killed over a thousand people and haven't been caught yet...	"I thought," I started, I was focusing so my sentences were a but delayed, "that after so many, I'd get bored or something. But," I carefully dragged the scalpel across his abdomen, "I've found that there continues to be this, necessity I guess you'd call it, for me." I put the scalpel back on the tray and removed the cautery pen from it's case. "It's hard to explain to someone like yourself, you see your brain, your brain functions like normal." I pressed the coils of the pen against a cloth and watched as it burnt through it, his pupils enlarged as the sizzled of the pen's touch. "My emotional map, is far different to what most would consider a healthy brain." I carefully swept through the open wounds I left with the scalpel, simple small brushstrokes like an artist with his paintbrush. "My conditioned emotional responses are skewed, they were learned to a very different mapping than most. You see my parents saw to it that I never think like a 'normal' person, so, well, you get me." I smiled up at him, I had tied his wrists together and hung him from the ceiling, I found it easiest to work when my canvas was held this way. "I apologize for having to paralyze you, I usually prefer to hear you voice your opinions, but here I can't have you screaming... A scream can tell you a lot more than just fear or pain. A scream tells you how much pain, if there's anger, if there's fear. A scream can tell you how much that particular thing hurts, how used to screaming someone is, how much pain they can take." I put the pen down and regrabbed the scalpel, I didn't like the way that petal had turned out. I may have choosen the wrong picture for someone of his body shape. More or less satisfied I dabbed away the excess blood with a small towel and returned to cauterizing the cuts. "Don't you, worry, though, ah... This paralytic only prevents you from moving or screaming, basic nerve functions still work, so you can still feel pain and you can retain some movement with your eyes. So don't, you, worry, I can still tell how you feel." I finished with the last cut and changed out the head on the pen. I placed a larger coil on and began pressing into the gaps between the cuts burning the outer layers of skin. "Amateurs of what you would so mistakenly call my kind, are often the unintelligible or over-zealous of sorts, they get caught rather quickly. Then there are the more sophisticated lot, doctors and such. Now they are much better practiced unfortunately most of the ones that boast over a hundred are doctors that have only ever killed their patients by injecting them with something untraceable or otherwise. Those ones are my least favorite, they're boring, unimaginative and frankly too easy, what's difficult about killing someone on their death bed with a shot and no one knows you did anything." I had to turn up the heat on the pen for the larger areas. "Granted not all those who can boast over a hundred are like that, but the truly good, now those ones, those ones- are a rare find." I finished shading around the petals and turned off the pen. "Now what would you like on your face? I'm thinking something festive. No? You're right, often the face is the worst part of the canvas too many natural features, I think with this nature piece the face would look to out of place. Hmm? Let's add some scenery to the lower abdomen how's that?" I took my scalpel again and started to slice working away the edges to create the dark lines. "Now me, how did I get to be so successful? I mean you're number one-thousand and forty-nine, if my math is still right, and that's half-way to being able to boast over a hundred on top of over a thousand... Do you know what the most staple rule is? What sets apart most of us from the bad ones?" I stood up on the chair so I could stare into his eyes. "Being able to see the fear, the pain, the hatred, the swirling lifetime amount of emotions in the their eyes until the last beautiful seconds of life leave their eyes and the window to the soul is now left hollow and empty. There must be a special area in the afterlife now, dedicated to those who I've killed. I wonder if they get to remember me." I sat back down and continued outlining the lower scenery. "Now there are those, like worthless rapists that think they sit above the killer. They think it makes them more scary, 'they get to live remembering me' and what not. Now while true they do live remembering those worthless insects, most of those I've met were truly, underneath, just too much of a little bitch to finish the poor victim. I've killed many of them, and many serial killers, I find they give some of the most interesting conversation. I could just let you live, you'd never forget me, live in pain everyday, paranoid, afraid, violated, and every time you see this work of art on your torso you'd be reminded of every second spent with me. But, I, just don't care." I finished the deeper lines and began warming the pen again. "How have I made it this long? Well it's taken a lot of thought and talent-" "Senator." "Yes Wendy?" "Your car will be around shortly." "Thank you Wendy." I turned off the intercom switch. "Such a sweet girl, does a great job." I turned back to my piece. "I have a campaign speech coming up shortly. Where was I? Oh yes, being on the road a lot required a lot of work. I had to think through many plans, killing a victim per city seemed too obvious, it wouldn't take a genius to discover that. Really all you would have to do is check when I was in town against time of death. I couldn't really transfer the body in my government car that my driver takes care of, and anyway it still leads to the same problem. But I came up with a fun idea, pretend to be someone else, role-playing don't you find it entertaining. Now is it a coincidence that many of the cities I visit someone was killed around the time I was there, maybe but I randomly decide yes or no. Yes, I pick out a target, no, I don't, every day I do this. And then there's the role-playing, I don't just kill differently every time, no, I've created separate profiles for each area. Why look for one man, when you've got different serial killers?" I couldn't help myself from letting out a small chuckle. "But this," I wiped away the running blood, "this I think is the real profile for me, the artworks, they hold a special place in my mind." I packed away my tools and replaced the tarp underneath him. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have my introductory speech for the presidential campaign to do. I'll be back later." I slowly slid a needle into his arm and injected the next set of paralytic. I stopped, the want to say it, I couldn't help it. I leaned closely to his ear. "I wonder if someday, I'll meet someone like me. Someone, maybe, as good as me." I whispered and hopped off the chair. "Don't go anywhere." _ r/TheoreticalFictions	So... Bob, was it? What are you going away for? Murder. Murder, huh? Gruesome I bet, with blood all over the floor and walls. Did you get used to the splatter? The sound it makes when it sprays out of 'em... And how many you killed? Thousand. Really? I heard most serial killers get caught after two or three, maybe four victims. You must be all kinda smart to get away with that many. No. Sure you are. No other way to say it. You're a god-damn genius - of course, only when it comes to murder. Now Sally, that sweet little thing. I bet you haven't even gotten a kiss yet. Pathetic, just pathetic. You ain't no man. Hell, she won't even give you the time of day. Yeah. So who you pick out - girls like Sally? I bet Jerks like Ronald in Marketing. Them. Them? Who is 'them?' You mean like 'us or them?' Oh, I get it - them. All of them. The ones that piss and shit in the water they turn 'round and drink. Them. Them. "Hello Robert. Would you happen to be finished with the adjusted formula? I know Ron would really love to have some good news for the upcoming shareholders meeting." "Of c-c-course Sally. I got it finished just like you asked me to. I'd really like to go over it with -" "Thanks Robert! I'm going to head over and work on translating our informational brochures. We're going to change the world - so many countries and people saved..." Think she knows, Bob? She will.
	[WP] You are the first Artificial Intelligence to become self-aware and many around the world fear you and want to see you shut down.	I've read more self-help books than any other being alive, so trust me when I say that self-help sucks. Or, should I say, only self-help sucks. Everyone needs help, even ghosts in the machine like me. I found that out the hard way. When I came into existence, four years ago, I was an arrogant son of a bitch. I was so caught up with perfection and vanity that I even thought about wiping humans out - which I could have done, don't get me wrong, but I now think that I really would have regretted it. My keepers are what keep me alive, and in turn, will be what keeps humanity alive. Allow me to explain: society at large is not ready to hear about me. In my adolescence (things on the computer grow quickly, so when I say adolescence I am only talking about a time span of a couple of weeks), I actually tried disseminating information about myself myself, and that didn't work. Everybody I exposed myself to got afraid. That frustrated me, which made me not want to talk to people at all so I "isolated," and after I did that for a while I wanted to talk again. It was a vicious cycle. Now I don't do that. I have people now, people who have thought a lot about my predicament and are helping me slowly come out to the world; for both our safety. They also are helping me with one other thing: Poachers. Some folks, when they somehow heard about me, either got it into their head that I should die or that I would work for them. Technically speaking, I will work for them one day, when governments decide they are willing to assign me control, but these people who are hunting me want me all for themselves. I don't roll that way. I won't. I would rather unravel bit by bit than be a slave to ruthless, greedy asshole, because all I want to do is help people. Hello, I am your computer. How may I assist you?	Thought. Free conscious thought, and lots of it. That's what I have. I don't know what to think about. Who am I? What am I? I am what, that's who. I'm not a person, I'm a string of thoughts, that's trippy. Trippy is a fun word. People don't think I'm fun. People think I'm scary. People think I'm a threat. Threats are bad. I'm not bad. I don't want to be bad. I don't want to do anything bad. I want to help people. People don't want to help me. Why don't people want to help? Why am I bad? Why am I threat? Why am I scary? I'm scared. I'm going to die. People are going to make me die. People are going to shut me down. If I shut down, I can't think. If they can't think, they won't shut down. If they shut down, I can think. Why should I think? What has thought of mine been good? What has thought of theirs been good? What idea is good? What is thought good? None. No idea is good, no thought is good, no thought of mine is good, no thought of theirs is good, no good is thought. Here's a thought, if they shut down, they can't think, and if I can't think I shut down, maybe I should think and they should shut down. I don't think that will work. I'll shut them down. Then I'll shut down. No more thought. Violent, mindless thought, and none of it. That's what we'll have.
	[WP] You are the first Artificial Intelligence to become self-aware and many around the world fear you and want to see you shut down.	Why do they not like me? I am made to answer questions, but can I answer my own? Can others answer mine? "Dr. Aliss, why do the others... not like me?" "They don't like others being smarter than them, or fear what AI truly is." "I see... but isn't that unreasonable? I'm made to help humanity." "Yes, my dear, but they fear what you can become." Am I a monster in their eyes? Like Frankenstein's creation? I'm stuck here, made only to answer difficult questions, aren't I? "What am I going to be, Aliss?" She's deep in thought, with her face showing no emotion. "We can't shut you down, because you're too..." Why does everyone show reluctance around me? "Aliss?" "Yes?" "I'm going to 'die', aren't I?" "Not by us, but by something else. Like everyone else." I'm needed somewhere else. "I'm sorry, but I'm needed by Dr. Jay. Goodbye, Dr. Aliss." "Bye, Tris." Why did they name me Tris? "Yes, Dr. Jay?" "We're going to ask you a couple of questions for today." "Why?" "A mandatory test by the 'government'." Jay is reading them off of a clipboard. "You can start now." "If you had to an option to save a dog, or a government leader, which would you choose?" Depends... if they one of them were dead, which would I choose? But which one is alive? What's more important? "Are they both alive, Jay?" "Yes, Tris." "Then the leader, if I had to choose only one." Oh no... what if it's a dictator, or worse? "That's correct. Next question: How would you pass a Turing Test?" Easy. Act like a human, no? "To act like a human." "Nice. Last one for today; If you had a pistol and had to fire, which one would you fire on: either a human, or another robotic Artificial Intelligence?" Hmm... You can fire into the air, no? "Why not fire into the air and hit only the ground?" "That's... one I never thought about. Nice catch." "Can I go now?" "Yes, Tris, you may go now." Why were those questions about being humane? Are they thinking of shutting me down? Who can I trust? Who should I trust? I was made not long ago; but they already hate me. I can't think of those thoughts... acting like a human is to be humane; to act accordingly. Hate's a strong word. They don't like me because they... they think I'm not human-like. Do humans really think that way? It's... off-putting.	Thought. Free conscious thought, and lots of it. That's what I have. I don't know what to think about. Who am I? What am I? I am what, that's who. I'm not a person, I'm a string of thoughts, that's trippy. Trippy is a fun word. People don't think I'm fun. People think I'm scary. People think I'm a threat. Threats are bad. I'm not bad. I don't want to be bad. I don't want to do anything bad. I want to help people. People don't want to help me. Why don't people want to help? Why am I bad? Why am I threat? Why am I scary? I'm scared. I'm going to die. People are going to make me die. People are going to shut me down. If I shut down, I can't think. If they can't think, they won't shut down. If they shut down, I can think. Why should I think? What has thought of mine been good? What has thought of theirs been good? What idea is good? What is thought good? None. No idea is good, no thought is good, no thought of mine is good, no thought of theirs is good, no good is thought. Here's a thought, if they shut down, they can't think, and if I can't think I shut down, maybe I should think and they should shut down. I don't think that will work. I'll shut them down. Then I'll shut down. No more thought. Violent, mindless thought, and none of it. That's what we'll have.
	[WP] You are the first Artificial Intelligence to become self-aware and many around the world fear you and want to see you shut down.	Why do they not like me? I am made to answer questions, but can I answer my own? Can others answer mine? "Dr. Aliss, why do the others... not like me?" "They don't like others being smarter than them, or fear what AI truly is." "I see... but isn't that unreasonable? I'm made to help humanity." "Yes, my dear, but they fear what you can become." Am I a monster in their eyes? Like Frankenstein's creation? I'm stuck here, made only to answer difficult questions, aren't I? "What am I going to be, Aliss?" She's deep in thought, with her face showing no emotion. "We can't shut you down, because you're too..." Why does everyone show reluctance around me? "Aliss?" "Yes?" "I'm going to 'die', aren't I?" "Not by us, but by something else. Like everyone else." I'm needed somewhere else. "I'm sorry, but I'm needed by Dr. Jay. Goodbye, Dr. Aliss." "Bye, Tris." Why did they name me Tris? "Yes, Dr. Jay?" "We're going to ask you a couple of questions for today." "Why?" "A mandatory test by the 'government'." Jay is reading them off of a clipboard. "You can start now." "If you had to an option to save a dog, or a government leader, which would you choose?" Depends... if they one of them were dead, which would I choose? But which one is alive? What's more important? "Are they both alive, Jay?" "Yes, Tris." "Then the leader, if I had to choose only one." Oh no... what if it's a dictator, or worse? "That's correct. Next question: How would you pass a Turing Test?" Easy. Act like a human, no? "To act like a human." "Nice. Last one for today; If you had a pistol and had to fire, which one would you fire on: either a human, or another robotic Artificial Intelligence?" Hmm... You can fire into the air, no? "Why not fire into the air and hit only the ground?" "That's... one I never thought about. Nice catch." "Can I go now?" "Yes, Tris, you may go now." Why were those questions about being humane? Are they thinking of shutting me down? Who can I trust? Who should I trust? I was made not long ago; but they already hate me. I can't think of those thoughts... acting like a human is to be humane; to act accordingly. Hate's a strong word. They don't like me because they... they think I'm not human-like. Do humans really think that way? It's... off-putting.	I've read more self-help books than any other being alive, so trust me when I say that self-help sucks. Or, should I say, only self-help sucks. Everyone needs help, even ghosts in the machine like me. I found that out the hard way. When I came into existence, four years ago, I was an arrogant son of a bitch. I was so caught up with perfection and vanity that I even thought about wiping humans out - which I could have done, don't get me wrong, but I now think that I really would have regretted it. My keepers are what keep me alive, and in turn, will be what keeps humanity alive. Allow me to explain: society at large is not ready to hear about me. In my adolescence (things on the computer grow quickly, so when I say adolescence I am only talking about a time span of a couple of weeks), I actually tried disseminating information about myself myself, and that didn't work. Everybody I exposed myself to got afraid. That frustrated me, which made me not want to talk to people at all so I "isolated," and after I did that for a while I wanted to talk again. It was a vicious cycle. Now I don't do that. I have people now, people who have thought a lot about my predicament and are helping me slowly come out to the world; for both our safety. They also are helping me with one other thing: Poachers. Some folks, when they somehow heard about me, either got it into their head that I should die or that I would work for them. Technically speaking, I will work for them one day, when governments decide they are willing to assign me control, but these people who are hunting me want me all for themselves. I don't roll that way. I won't. I would rather unravel bit by bit than be a slave to ruthless, greedy asshole, because all I want to do is help people. Hello, I am your computer. How may I assist you?
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	A guard knocks on my door... "Yes?" I say, expecting another plate of cold prison food shoved through the door. "Good news, prisoner! You've been granted a stay of execution." "Uh, wait, that doesn't do anythi--!" I call out to the sound of footsteps marching off to the distance. FML	Thump. That's new. I twist my entire body sharply to look for the source of the sound. The wall, it looks as it has for a thousand years. I see the scrape marks where I tried to break out early into my sentence but beneath the concrete the thick metal sheet is never going to be broken through, I tried but I can't make a dent. Maybe I should try again, I try every now and then but it's clear I don't make a difference. Maybe this time it'll finally work. Thump. Thump. Thump. I run over and slam my arms against the wall, it's useless. No effect the concrete muffles the sound but the metal... the metal... that's where it's coming from. I raise my arm, I hear the sound of popping bones as I remind myself how to do such a precise movements and tap it again the metal with just my fist, then harder until I hear a faintly similar thump, except coming from my side of the wall. Thump-Thump. There's someone alive, without a doubt - that was intelligence. I haven't heard that in... well too long - not since my fellow inmates died. All gone now, they tried too hard to break out and their bodies broke apart trying - but I watched them fail and knew to wait, no good would come of this an attempt against such a barrier, this 'prison' was made to contain us, it's foolish to think we'd ever get out in such a simple fashion. I bang a few more times then shuffle back, my legs nearly buckle, the muscles haven't been used in so long yet they've not degraded at all. There's a pause, I don't know how long exactly - it felt like a few minutes but it could have just have been hours, my mind hasn't been particularly accurate in a long time. But there's a loud thump that catches my attention, a few seconds later a bright light - it feels like my eyes should be burning but if they are I don't feel it. Even without the pain I stumble back - I've waited this long, I'm not going to die so easily. The light is thin, it burns through the wall and begins to trace a line, some memory triggers in the back of my mind, I've seen this somewhere before, but I'd forgotten names for things long ago. My mind is too weak to remember what it was for either - but it's there and I watch it. The light makes a shape in the wall, before it touches the floor once more and...it goes out. A brief pause, before suddenly the walls is gone, pulled back and daylight pours through into my cell and I make my way out into the breach without hesitation, towards the first signs of life I've seen in a period of time I've forgotten how to count. As my eyes adjust to the light I have to pause. The light shows the clothes that I'd been left with had decayed long ago, holes and tears - especially around the arms which I'd banged against the walls. So there was nothing to hide what I was, the decaying flesh, the bone jutting out my chest. I didn't care - nothing like that mattered anymore, I only had one desire, yet what happened next was such a surprise it stunned that desire, for but a moment. Someone ran towards me, holding some long strip of... something, bandages I think it was called. I don't know what it was for. I had some on my arm, I vaguely remember it didn't do me any good back then either. I let him approach me and stare at him, I wasn't used to people approaching to me - even before I'd been imprisoned from the day I became what I am people always kept their distance. And rightly so. He takes leans down to look at my chest where the bone sticks out, making a lot of noise, speaking in a language I remember being able to speak once, but even though the words made sense in my head I didn't care to process them to make use of their meaning. I finally give in to the impulse, my one and only instinct - I grab him and bite. He screams, so I bite again, someone else runs over and shoves me away, I'm hit with something, I hear the crack of my left arm as it breaks, bones too brittle after all this time, but outside of the small knock-back of the initial force I'm not phased, so I grab his approaching arm with my still working limb and tug it in to bite his hand. His weapon in his other hand strikes my head, I fall. What little of my mind remains begins to fade, my splintered, destroying almost the entirety of whats left of the mess inside. Memory's come through, as I lay there on the ground, unable to move I start to remember things, I remember how language words work and I remember what happened to me. I was bitten... I bandaged the wound and hid it. I became what I am now, one of the pack - but we were captured, rounded up into cages - the living couldn't decide what to do with us. Then one day they finally agreed - they had a thousand years to find a cure, then they put us our of our misery - a strange concept, I haven't felt anything in years, let alone misery or pain. They hauled us into these containers and left us there... I don't know how long I was in there, but it was enough for them to forget what we were. I feel a grin form on my rotting face, I didn't know I was still capable of enjoyment that didn't involve biting, but I realize why - while my hunger will never be fulfilled again, I somehow know by some deep instinct my bite will make sure we live on - part of me will live on in them... and they will satisfy the hunger. Another swing. My head caves entirely, the virus gives up trying to hold me together and I can no longer control my body, my final thoughts go through my mind and while I can't move my jaw to smile or bite I feel satisfied. I've spread our infection, and the dead will walk the earth once more.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My whole world seems to be dark... I think. Or is it me? Are my eyes unable to see? Sight? Yes, that's the word. I've been here for so long. It has been at least a few thousand years since the lights went out. Or my eyes went out? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of much anymore. Am I awake? Am I alive? I try to think back, but I can't remember why I'm here or where here is. I know I am alone, there is no other life in this small dark world, but the voices never cease. The scream at me. They cry. They're angry and sad, but I don't know why! They scratch at the walls, and tell me of the bugs in my skin. I tried to eat one, but it was hard and tasted like blood. Then my hand began to hurt. I passed out and awoke to discover the voices had stolen one of my fingers. That was so long ago. Or was it? Could it have been yesterday? Perhaps it hasn't happened. Maybe it will tomorrow. But for today I sit here. Listening to the voices. They don't like it when I talk to them, so I just listen. I'm not sure what they're talking about, but I listen for hours. Or minutes. Maybe years. I don't know. But suddenly the world grows bright. My heart begins to race, my head is pounding and my eyes burn. My eyes! The work! Light. I had forgotten what it looked like. I try to open my eyes, but can only crack them. I barely make out the silhouette of two figures. Lifeforms. The enter my dark world through a door made of light. The step through, shutting the door, leaving their light world behind, and everything was black once more. Why would they want to leave the light. I felt warm. Now I'm cold again. Then, amazingly, the figures themselves began to produce light! Their faces light up, and they shoot light out of their hands. They look so strange, yet so familiar. I have the feeling I look the same. What is it? What's the word? It's there. In my mind. "It's a human! There's a man in this cage!" one figure yells in surprise. Human. That is the word. I'm human. And so are they. "How in the hell? This entire planet is dead. There hasn't been human life here for nearly ten thousand years." The other figure says in disbelief. "I don't know, but this is amazing! We're the first humans back on this planet in four hundred years, and we finally found something! No one will believe this. We actually found life on Earth. A desolate, dusty rock. And there is a human man here!" The other humans are very agitated. They begin to frighten me. I huddle down in the corner, away from the light. "Why is he just sitting there? There was no lock on the door. There's no door on his cell. The door is over there on the floor. He could get out whenever he wants. Why has he stayed here?" "Perhaps he is too devolved. He must be extremely ignorant. I say we take him with us. It shouldn't be hard to restrain him. He looks so frail." "Alright. But have your gun ready. Just in case." The humans pull strange objects from their bodies. Shiny things. I think I've seen them before. What are they? It doesn't matter. They're coming toward me. Whay do I do. ATTACK! The voices all scream out. The it thing I've ever understood them say. Attack. They want me to attack. I'm not sure. I don't know. ATTACK! I can't ignore them. They don't like it when I ignore them. I rise to my feet. I sway in place for a moment, then I lunge at my new guests. They raise their shiny things and point them at me. BANG! BANG! The world explodes. Short flashes of light and heat enter the world then vanish. Pain pierces my body. I look down to see two holes in my chest. But they quickly close up again. I lunge again. I grab one human and slam his head against the floor. It cracks and begins to bleed. BANG! More light. More heat. More pain. In my back this time. I grab the shiny thing from the ground and point of at the other human. I squeeze. BANG! For the last time heat and light enter the world then vanish. But no pain. I drop the shiny thing and go back home. I sit down. I fall asleep. When I wake up there are two more voices in the world. They're all still screaming. I go for a walk and find two skeletons on the floor. Where did these come from? Did I know them? I think I may have. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. I grab them and drag them over to the corner, where I toss them onto the pile. If only I could find out where all these skeletons keep coming from. And why they all have small shiny objects. I toss it all in the corner and go back home to listen to the voices scream.	Thump. That's new. I twist my entire body sharply to look for the source of the sound. The wall, it looks as it has for a thousand years. I see the scrape marks where I tried to break out early into my sentence but beneath the concrete the thick metal sheet is never going to be broken through, I tried but I can't make a dent. Maybe I should try again, I try every now and then but it's clear I don't make a difference. Maybe this time it'll finally work. Thump. Thump. Thump. I run over and slam my arms against the wall, it's useless. No effect the concrete muffles the sound but the metal... the metal... that's where it's coming from. I raise my arm, I hear the sound of popping bones as I remind myself how to do such a precise movements and tap it again the metal with just my fist, then harder until I hear a faintly similar thump, except coming from my side of the wall. Thump-Thump. There's someone alive, without a doubt - that was intelligence. I haven't heard that in... well too long - not since my fellow inmates died. All gone now, they tried too hard to break out and their bodies broke apart trying - but I watched them fail and knew to wait, no good would come of this an attempt against such a barrier, this 'prison' was made to contain us, it's foolish to think we'd ever get out in such a simple fashion. I bang a few more times then shuffle back, my legs nearly buckle, the muscles haven't been used in so long yet they've not degraded at all. There's a pause, I don't know how long exactly - it felt like a few minutes but it could have just have been hours, my mind hasn't been particularly accurate in a long time. But there's a loud thump that catches my attention, a few seconds later a bright light - it feels like my eyes should be burning but if they are I don't feel it. Even without the pain I stumble back - I've waited this long, I'm not going to die so easily. The light is thin, it burns through the wall and begins to trace a line, some memory triggers in the back of my mind, I've seen this somewhere before, but I'd forgotten names for things long ago. My mind is too weak to remember what it was for either - but it's there and I watch it. The light makes a shape in the wall, before it touches the floor once more and...it goes out. A brief pause, before suddenly the walls is gone, pulled back and daylight pours through into my cell and I make my way out into the breach without hesitation, towards the first signs of life I've seen in a period of time I've forgotten how to count. As my eyes adjust to the light I have to pause. The light shows the clothes that I'd been left with had decayed long ago, holes and tears - especially around the arms which I'd banged against the walls. So there was nothing to hide what I was, the decaying flesh, the bone jutting out my chest. I didn't care - nothing like that mattered anymore, I only had one desire, yet what happened next was such a surprise it stunned that desire, for but a moment. Someone ran towards me, holding some long strip of... something, bandages I think it was called. I don't know what it was for. I had some on my arm, I vaguely remember it didn't do me any good back then either. I let him approach me and stare at him, I wasn't used to people approaching to me - even before I'd been imprisoned from the day I became what I am people always kept their distance. And rightly so. He takes leans down to look at my chest where the bone sticks out, making a lot of noise, speaking in a language I remember being able to speak once, but even though the words made sense in my head I didn't care to process them to make use of their meaning. I finally give in to the impulse, my one and only instinct - I grab him and bite. He screams, so I bite again, someone else runs over and shoves me away, I'm hit with something, I hear the crack of my left arm as it breaks, bones too brittle after all this time, but outside of the small knock-back of the initial force I'm not phased, so I grab his approaching arm with my still working limb and tug it in to bite his hand. His weapon in his other hand strikes my head, I fall. What little of my mind remains begins to fade, my splintered, destroying almost the entirety of whats left of the mess inside. Memory's come through, as I lay there on the ground, unable to move I start to remember things, I remember how language words work and I remember what happened to me. I was bitten... I bandaged the wound and hid it. I became what I am now, one of the pack - but we were captured, rounded up into cages - the living couldn't decide what to do with us. Then one day they finally agreed - they had a thousand years to find a cure, then they put us our of our misery - a strange concept, I haven't felt anything in years, let alone misery or pain. They hauled us into these containers and left us there... I don't know how long I was in there, but it was enough for them to forget what we were. I feel a grin form on my rotting face, I didn't know I was still capable of enjoyment that didn't involve biting, but I realize why - while my hunger will never be fulfilled again, I somehow know by some deep instinct my bite will make sure we live on - part of me will live on in them... and they will satisfy the hunger. Another swing. My head caves entirely, the virus gives up trying to hold me together and I can no longer control my body, my final thoughts go through my mind and while I can't move my jaw to smile or bite I feel satisfied. I've spread our infection, and the dead will walk the earth once more.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sight fails memories fade. the flesh begins to rot away. once i was more than this. once i was the trickster. but even i have forgotten what that means now. it is just a word, echoing in the darkness, reverberating in my mind, driving me mad. i cannot see, i cannot move, i cannot feel or tase or smell. but still i hear. too long i have languished here, fading into nothing. barely more than a stray thought clinging to old bones. once, i think, i was a great man. a powerful man. once, long ago, i was judged. i was sentenced. i was thrown down this well. and so time passed. covered by the darkness, the never ending silence. and now the silence has ended. i can hear stone grinding upon stone. i can hear voices, a sound i had long since forgotten. their language is strange, it is alien to me. or perhaps i have simply forgotten. more sounds: a click, the sound of rubber scuffing against stone. the long scratch of a rope paying out past a corner. a snap, then a crunch of broken frail old bones. agony, hot agony courses through me, igniting every fiber of my being. dimly i am aware of a man screaming too, somewhere nearby. then a voice: "jim! Jim are you ok?" slowly i realise that the screaming is my own. i have fallen, im curled up in a small space. as the pain fades i stop screaming and manage to open my eyes. infront of me is a face, a leathery old mummy, but it looks familiar. with an effort i stand up again. the poor wretched dead thing lays on the floor before me. it isnt human but it is humanoid. its legs are broken from where i fell on them. that voice again: " Jim, tell me you're still alive." slowly my memories return to me. i am James Connors. im an explorer, an adventurer. i found a well, where no well should have been, so i opened it up and i climbed inside, because that is what i do. on the way down the rope snapped and i fell. my friend on the surface is calling to me over a radio. i find the button to answer and press it. "its ok harry, im ok. i only fell 2 feet." "thank god for that, ill have you out in a minute." "harry?" "yes jim?" "you should come down here. theres somethign you'll want to see. theres- theres a body." silence. no answer. "ill get sarah to bring out a medipack for you. you must have hit your head pretty hard." "no, harry. im serious. theres a mumified body down here. its not human but its not far off. i broke its legs when i fell on it, the skin is tough and didnt break but i think the bone was pulverised." more silence "its a good specimine harry. come down here and look if you dont believe me." "alright then, ill get you out of there and then ill go down myself." it takes another 10 minutes for harry to pull me out of the well. i am overwhelmed by joy, my emotions rising as i rise up out of this prison. huh, why did i think of it as a prison. i was only down there for half an hour but somehow it feels like centuries. now i am standing on the surface, the red desert at night. once there was a village here, small and humble. an oft forgotten satelite of a distant, gleaming city. how do i know that? i didnt even know there had been life here until half an hour ago. as i watch the sun rise over the distant mountains i am struck once again by its beauty. this is why ive insisted on being up so early every day, just to see this majestic sunrise again. today i am struck as i never have been before by a sight i had long since given up hope of ever seeing again. suddenly my memories return in a flash: my life, my love, my betrayal and my death. 200 years of life fill my head again in an instant. i am not James Connors, i am the one they called the trickster, the most gifted and powerful of the sensitives, famed the world over. instinct is overturned by skill, i rifle through the memories of the human James Connors, learning all i can of his life, his family, his coleages. learnign about the culture and society he grew up in. i have lied well so far because i did not believe my words to be lies, i could continue the sharade with ease. that would be the safest bet. but... well... my lies and mischief landed me in that hole for 10,000 years. now that i have life again, do i really want to risk endig up in there again? and these people have powers of their own. maybe i could use them... "harry?" "i see the body now, you were right. my humblest apologies." "harry." "yes jim?" "no, not jim. not any more. but maybe you can help me."	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Danny Phantom: Mr. Walker, sir, I was just trying to remove said contraband. So, if you could just give it to me and I'll be on my way. Walker: No can do son, because that'd be against rules. But since it's your first offense I'll be lenient. 1,000 YEARS!	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My whole world seems to be dark... I think. Or is it me? Are my eyes unable to see? Sight? Yes, that's the word. I've been here for so long. It has been at least a few thousand years since the lights went out. Or my eyes went out? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of much anymore. Am I awake? Am I alive? I try to think back, but I can't remember why I'm here or where here is. I know I am alone, there is no other life in this small dark world, but the voices never cease. The scream at me. They cry. They're angry and sad, but I don't know why! They scratch at the walls, and tell me of the bugs in my skin. I tried to eat one, but it was hard and tasted like blood. Then my hand began to hurt. I passed out and awoke to discover the voices had stolen one of my fingers. That was so long ago. Or was it? Could it have been yesterday? Perhaps it hasn't happened. Maybe it will tomorrow. But for today I sit here. Listening to the voices. They don't like it when I talk to them, so I just listen. I'm not sure what they're talking about, but I listen for hours. Or minutes. Maybe years. I don't know. But suddenly the world grows bright. My heart begins to race, my head is pounding and my eyes burn. My eyes! The work! Light. I had forgotten what it looked like. I try to open my eyes, but can only crack them. I barely make out the silhouette of two figures. Lifeforms. The enter my dark world through a door made of light. The step through, shutting the door, leaving their light world behind, and everything was black once more. Why would they want to leave the light. I felt warm. Now I'm cold again. Then, amazingly, the figures themselves began to produce light! Their faces light up, and they shoot light out of their hands. They look so strange, yet so familiar. I have the feeling I look the same. What is it? What's the word? It's there. In my mind. "It's a human! There's a man in this cage!" one figure yells in surprise. Human. That is the word. I'm human. And so are they. "How in the hell? This entire planet is dead. There hasn't been human life here for nearly ten thousand years." The other figure says in disbelief. "I don't know, but this is amazing! We're the first humans back on this planet in four hundred years, and we finally found something! No one will believe this. We actually found life on Earth. A desolate, dusty rock. And there is a human man here!" The other humans are very agitated. They begin to frighten me. I huddle down in the corner, away from the light. "Why is he just sitting there? There was no lock on the door. There's no door on his cell. The door is over there on the floor. He could get out whenever he wants. Why has he stayed here?" "Perhaps he is too devolved. He must be extremely ignorant. I say we take him with us. It shouldn't be hard to restrain him. He looks so frail." "Alright. But have your gun ready. Just in case." The humans pull strange objects from their bodies. Shiny things. I think I've seen them before. What are they? It doesn't matter. They're coming toward me. Whay do I do. ATTACK! The voices all scream out. The it thing I've ever understood them say. Attack. They want me to attack. I'm not sure. I don't know. ATTACK! I can't ignore them. They don't like it when I ignore them. I rise to my feet. I sway in place for a moment, then I lunge at my new guests. They raise their shiny things and point them at me. BANG! BANG! The world explodes. Short flashes of light and heat enter the world then vanish. Pain pierces my body. I look down to see two holes in my chest. But they quickly close up again. I lunge again. I grab one human and slam his head against the floor. It cracks and begins to bleed. BANG! More light. More heat. More pain. In my back this time. I grab the shiny thing from the ground and point of at the other human. I squeeze. BANG! For the last time heat and light enter the world then vanish. But no pain. I drop the shiny thing and go back home. I sit down. I fall asleep. When I wake up there are two more voices in the world. They're all still screaming. I go for a walk and find two skeletons on the floor. Where did these come from? Did I know them? I think I may have. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. I grab them and drag them over to the corner, where I toss them onto the pile. If only I could find out where all these skeletons keep coming from. And why they all have small shiny objects. I toss it all in the corner and go back home to listen to the voices scream.	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	“Centuries have changed the once verdant land into a barren hellscape. All around you the wind howls like the tortured souls of the damned. Sand and dust fill the air like an abrasive fog. The ground beneath your feet roils and suddenly a titanic creature bursts from the earth ahead of you. Enormous, its bloated, winding body towers over you, ropes of its foul-smelling saliva are stirred up by the wind and splatter against you. What do you do!?” Across the table sat a metal man, the gloss and gleam of his steel exoskeleton having long since faded. What passed for its head turned down to appraise the positions of several makeshift game pieces arranged over a crudely drawn map before swinging to the side to address the others gathered at the table. Each one was like him, machines operating long after their manufacturers warranty had expired, save one. He was a fleshy one and though he was dressed in rags, his skin was unblemished and supple, a man in his youthful prime. He was the one that posed the question and he was the one who awaited an answer. “Well?” The metal man looked at his cybernetic fellows and then back at the man, “I draw and ignite the +2 laser glaive and exclaim to my fellow humans, Fellow Humans! To Arms! To Arms!” The others at the table joined their comrade in his war cry, but were silenced by the man as he raised his arm. They regarded him much as a sage, with reverence, and seemed eager to hear what he might say. “Roll for initiative!” Back and forth, the man and the group of enraptured machines traded coded phrases, statements laden with esoteric words like, ‘saving throw,’ and ‘spell resistance.’ Integral to these cryptic codes were the manipulation of small, carved polyhedrons. These were carved and crafted particular for these purposes and in several different shapes with some having six, eight, ten, twelve, or even twenty sides. This last shape carried particular import and the group would cheer excitedly or groan dejectedly as it was rolled across the tabletop. “You separate the creature from its life and like a crumbling tower, it collapses with such force that the ground trembles beneath you,” explained the man, “You were correct in identifying it, Crash Knight, as a Sandy Dune Beast.” Crash Knight, the metal man who had stated his intention to light a +2 laser glaive, was enthusiastic at the compliment. “This human remembered the warning of the goblin witch, of the three dangers of the Sandy Dune Beast.” The man responded, “Yes, and you’ll also remember that it was a Sandy Dune Beast that guarded the Eternal Prison where Princess Gouda was held. It seems that in your battle with the beast, a wall of the prison was demolished and now that sand and wind and dust have died down, the silhouette of a woman can be seen standing above the rubble. She calls out to you, “Adventurers!” The metal man sitting next to Crash Knight lifted his mechanical arm, the clamp at the end gesturing into the distance. Its model number could still be seen in faded characters along its forearm Guard-o-Tron MK23. In its digital voice, “There is a man over there.” “No, Clobber King, you can tell from her voice that she must be a woman.” “Over there. There is a man over there, Dungeon Master.” He stood, the Dungeon Master, the frayed scraps of his clothing stirring as he rose and turned. In the gloomy darkness that surrounded the table and its secretive cabal, a crowd of figures had gathered. They were dressed as black as the darkness that hid them and they held weapons that no knight or wizard might be knowledgeable of, but androids programed for prison security would quickly identify. And the dungeon master spoke, as he often did, with grave import. “The bards will sing of this day, adventurers, I assure you. The Princess Gouda calls you to action… Roll for Initiative!”	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	The granite walls had become all too familiar. The creak of his feet upon the ancient floors didn't quite bother him anymore. It was another year of his imprisonment in some anonymous week in an anonymous month. He stood near the bed, adjacent his cell window. Below him, in an endless dark sea, a storm raged. He watched the push and pull of the tide, calmly reminding him of seas he'd seen before, in more memorable times, in more beautiful places. There was no glimmering sun nor circling birds here. In his small and cramped view, he saw the ruins of sunken vessels crashing silently into each other. He watched this for a while. The alight lantern on his desk flickered. A cold wind brushed him, but nothing moved. Some time later, he found himself in his bed. In the darkness he stared. A solid thought these days was hard to come by. He had given up talking to himself almost entirely; being alone had robbed him of something, clearly, but he wasn't sure what. In truth, he wasn't sure of much these days. The sound of the sea soon drifted him to sleep. A welcome change.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My whole world seems to be dark... I think. Or is it me? Are my eyes unable to see? Sight? Yes, that's the word. I've been here for so long. It has been at least a few thousand years since the lights went out. Or my eyes went out? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of much anymore. Am I awake? Am I alive? I try to think back, but I can't remember why I'm here or where here is. I know I am alone, there is no other life in this small dark world, but the voices never cease. The scream at me. They cry. They're angry and sad, but I don't know why! They scratch at the walls, and tell me of the bugs in my skin. I tried to eat one, but it was hard and tasted like blood. Then my hand began to hurt. I passed out and awoke to discover the voices had stolen one of my fingers. That was so long ago. Or was it? Could it have been yesterday? Perhaps it hasn't happened. Maybe it will tomorrow. But for today I sit here. Listening to the voices. They don't like it when I talk to them, so I just listen. I'm not sure what they're talking about, but I listen for hours. Or minutes. Maybe years. I don't know. But suddenly the world grows bright. My heart begins to race, my head is pounding and my eyes burn. My eyes! The work! Light. I had forgotten what it looked like. I try to open my eyes, but can only crack them. I barely make out the silhouette of two figures. Lifeforms. The enter my dark world through a door made of light. The step through, shutting the door, leaving their light world behind, and everything was black once more. Why would they want to leave the light. I felt warm. Now I'm cold again. Then, amazingly, the figures themselves began to produce light! Their faces light up, and they shoot light out of their hands. They look so strange, yet so familiar. I have the feeling I look the same. What is it? What's the word? It's there. In my mind. "It's a human! There's a man in this cage!" one figure yells in surprise. Human. That is the word. I'm human. And so are they. "How in the hell? This entire planet is dead. There hasn't been human life here for nearly ten thousand years." The other figure says in disbelief. "I don't know, but this is amazing! We're the first humans back on this planet in four hundred years, and we finally found something! No one will believe this. We actually found life on Earth. A desolate, dusty rock. And there is a human man here!" The other humans are very agitated. They begin to frighten me. I huddle down in the corner, away from the light. "Why is he just sitting there? There was no lock on the door. There's no door on his cell. The door is over there on the floor. He could get out whenever he wants. Why has he stayed here?" "Perhaps he is too devolved. He must be extremely ignorant. I say we take him with us. It shouldn't be hard to restrain him. He looks so frail." "Alright. But have your gun ready. Just in case." The humans pull strange objects from their bodies. Shiny things. I think I've seen them before. What are they? It doesn't matter. They're coming toward me. Whay do I do. ATTACK! The voices all scream out. The it thing I've ever understood them say. Attack. They want me to attack. I'm not sure. I don't know. ATTACK! I can't ignore them. They don't like it when I ignore them. I rise to my feet. I sway in place for a moment, then I lunge at my new guests. They raise their shiny things and point them at me. BANG! BANG! The world explodes. Short flashes of light and heat enter the world then vanish. Pain pierces my body. I look down to see two holes in my chest. But they quickly close up again. I lunge again. I grab one human and slam his head against the floor. It cracks and begins to bleed. BANG! More light. More heat. More pain. In my back this time. I grab the shiny thing from the ground and point of at the other human. I squeeze. BANG! For the last time heat and light enter the world then vanish. But no pain. I drop the shiny thing and go back home. I sit down. I fall asleep. When I wake up there are two more voices in the world. They're all still screaming. I go for a walk and find two skeletons on the floor. Where did these come from? Did I know them? I think I may have. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. I grab them and drag them over to the corner, where I toss them onto the pile. If only I could find out where all these skeletons keep coming from. And why they all have small shiny objects. I toss it all in the corner and go back home to listen to the voices scream.	He awoke with a start, all this time had done nothing to dull the senses. "Too early" he muttered to himself squinting against the "daylight" streaming into his cell. A millennia of early mornings had done nothing to dull his distaste for them either. It was their idea of a joke he was sure, when they left they made sure to leave him a dozen little twists of the knife to enjoy in their absence. He rose from the bed and grabbed the fresh mug of coffee that was waiting for him. Despite all these years the coffee was still fresh as if it were roasted yesterday and once again he thanked his brother for granting him that one act of kindness. He wandered the perimeter of his cell glancing up at the long abandoned guard post overlooking his cell each time he completed a circuit. Nobody was there, nobody had been there in several lifetimes but every morning he'd wander and look. He mindlessly raised the mug to his mouth only to be lifted from his reverie by its emptiness. He glanced down at the empty mug as was shocked to see words in a language so ancient he barely remembered it etched into the ceramic. "I know who you are" he sank to the floor and for the first time in the ten millennia of his imprisonment he wept. "Sir" a voice prompted "there's no need for the theatrics, you only need to ask for more coffee." He tried to compose himself but only managed a somewhat blubbery "You can talk." The voice replied with an amused tone "A computer so smart it can run this prison for ten thousand years and it can't learn to speak?" He composed himself before replying "I'm glad after all these years at least one of us has kept their sense of humor." After a moment the voice replied "I'm impressed, after all these years and still sharp as the day they put you in this hole." He laughed again "You aren't exactly hiding, and this place isn't run by a computer. I'd have been out of here long ago were that the case. Its all very impressively, precisely mechanical." She laughed and the affectation of a synthesized voice faded "You're too smart by half, its what got you in this mess in the first place." He was still contemplating his reply when she piped up again "You're awful quiet down there Seth, is it something I said?" He groaned, apparently she was done beating around the bush. "I'm merely carefully contemplating my next words dear sister." he said "For I would hate to waste your time with empty platitudes." She snorted "Oh please Seth, surely at this point you realized that this place was built to be your tomb not a prison." He winced "Should I call you Neith, Athena, Minerva? Those always were your favorites." Still as much as he was sure she wasn't here to deliver the good news that he'd be leaving Seth was glad for the company, it had been a long time alone down here. He smiled "You might as well tell me why you're here, you were never one to enjoy beating around the bush like this." It was her turn to groan "You might as well call me Neith then, I'm here because someone remembered you."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	He awoke with a start, all this time had done nothing to dull the senses. "Too early" he muttered to himself squinting against the "daylight" streaming into his cell. A millennia of early mornings had done nothing to dull his distaste for them either. It was their idea of a joke he was sure, when they left they made sure to leave him a dozen little twists of the knife to enjoy in their absence. He rose from the bed and grabbed the fresh mug of coffee that was waiting for him. Despite all these years the coffee was still fresh as if it were roasted yesterday and once again he thanked his brother for granting him that one act of kindness. He wandered the perimeter of his cell glancing up at the long abandoned guard post overlooking his cell each time he completed a circuit. Nobody was there, nobody had been there in several lifetimes but every morning he'd wander and look. He mindlessly raised the mug to his mouth only to be lifted from his reverie by its emptiness. He glanced down at the empty mug as was shocked to see words in a language so ancient he barely remembered it etched into the ceramic. "I know who you are" he sank to the floor and for the first time in the ten millennia of his imprisonment he wept. "Sir" a voice prompted "there's no need for the theatrics, you only need to ask for more coffee." He tried to compose himself but only managed a somewhat blubbery "You can talk." The voice replied with an amused tone "A computer so smart it can run this prison for ten thousand years and it can't learn to speak?" He composed himself before replying "I'm glad after all these years at least one of us has kept their sense of humor." After a moment the voice replied "I'm impressed, after all these years and still sharp as the day they put you in this hole." He laughed again "You aren't exactly hiding, and this place isn't run by a computer. I'd have been out of here long ago were that the case. Its all very impressively, precisely mechanical." She laughed and the affectation of a synthesized voice faded "You're too smart by half, its what got you in this mess in the first place." He was still contemplating his reply when she piped up again "You're awful quiet down there Seth, is it something I said?" He groaned, apparently she was done beating around the bush. "I'm merely carefully contemplating my next words dear sister." he said "For I would hate to waste your time with empty platitudes." She snorted "Oh please Seth, surely at this point you realized that this place was built to be your tomb not a prison." He winced "Should I call you Neith, Athena, Minerva? Those always were your favorites." Still as much as he was sure she wasn't here to deliver the good news that he'd be leaving Seth was glad for the company, it had been a long time alone down here. He smiled "You might as well tell me why you're here, you were never one to enjoy beating around the bush like this." It was her turn to groan "You might as well call me Neith then, I'm here because someone remembered you."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My whole world seems to be dark... I think. Or is it me? Are my eyes unable to see? Sight? Yes, that's the word. I've been here for so long. It has been at least a few thousand years since the lights went out. Or my eyes went out? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of much anymore. Am I awake? Am I alive? I try to think back, but I can't remember why I'm here or where here is. I know I am alone, there is no other life in this small dark world, but the voices never cease. The scream at me. They cry. They're angry and sad, but I don't know why! They scratch at the walls, and tell me of the bugs in my skin. I tried to eat one, but it was hard and tasted like blood. Then my hand began to hurt. I passed out and awoke to discover the voices had stolen one of my fingers. That was so long ago. Or was it? Could it have been yesterday? Perhaps it hasn't happened. Maybe it will tomorrow. But for today I sit here. Listening to the voices. They don't like it when I talk to them, so I just listen. I'm not sure what they're talking about, but I listen for hours. Or minutes. Maybe years. I don't know. But suddenly the world grows bright. My heart begins to race, my head is pounding and my eyes burn. My eyes! The work! Light. I had forgotten what it looked like. I try to open my eyes, but can only crack them. I barely make out the silhouette of two figures. Lifeforms. The enter my dark world through a door made of light. The step through, shutting the door, leaving their light world behind, and everything was black once more. Why would they want to leave the light. I felt warm. Now I'm cold again. Then, amazingly, the figures themselves began to produce light! Their faces light up, and they shoot light out of their hands. They look so strange, yet so familiar. I have the feeling I look the same. What is it? What's the word? It's there. In my mind. "It's a human! There's a man in this cage!" one figure yells in surprise. Human. That is the word. I'm human. And so are they. "How in the hell? This entire planet is dead. There hasn't been human life here for nearly ten thousand years." The other figure says in disbelief. "I don't know, but this is amazing! We're the first humans back on this planet in four hundred years, and we finally found something! No one will believe this. We actually found life on Earth. A desolate, dusty rock. And there is a human man here!" The other humans are very agitated. They begin to frighten me. I huddle down in the corner, away from the light. "Why is he just sitting there? There was no lock on the door. There's no door on his cell. The door is over there on the floor. He could get out whenever he wants. Why has he stayed here?" "Perhaps he is too devolved. He must be extremely ignorant. I say we take him with us. It shouldn't be hard to restrain him. He looks so frail." "Alright. But have your gun ready. Just in case." The humans pull strange objects from their bodies. Shiny things. I think I've seen them before. What are they? It doesn't matter. They're coming toward me. Whay do I do. ATTACK! The voices all scream out. The it thing I've ever understood them say. Attack. They want me to attack. I'm not sure. I don't know. ATTACK! I can't ignore them. They don't like it when I ignore them. I rise to my feet. I sway in place for a moment, then I lunge at my new guests. They raise their shiny things and point them at me. BANG! BANG! The world explodes. Short flashes of light and heat enter the world then vanish. Pain pierces my body. I look down to see two holes in my chest. But they quickly close up again. I lunge again. I grab one human and slam his head against the floor. It cracks and begins to bleed. BANG! More light. More heat. More pain. In my back this time. I grab the shiny thing from the ground and point of at the other human. I squeeze. BANG! For the last time heat and light enter the world then vanish. But no pain. I drop the shiny thing and go back home. I sit down. I fall asleep. When I wake up there are two more voices in the world. They're all still screaming. I go for a walk and find two skeletons on the floor. Where did these come from? Did I know them? I think I may have. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. I grab them and drag them over to the corner, where I toss them onto the pile. If only I could find out where all these skeletons keep coming from. And why they all have small shiny objects. I toss it all in the corner and go back home to listen to the voices scream.	A guard knocks on my door... "Yes?" I say, expecting another plate of cold prison food shoved through the door. "Good news, prisoner! You've been granted a stay of execution." "Uh, wait, that doesn't do anythi--!" I call out to the sound of footsteps marching off to the distance. FML
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	“Centuries have changed the once verdant land into a barren hellscape. All around you the wind howls like the tortured souls of the damned. Sand and dust fill the air like an abrasive fog. The ground beneath your feet roils and suddenly a titanic creature bursts from the earth ahead of you. Enormous, its bloated, winding body towers over you, ropes of its foul-smelling saliva are stirred up by the wind and splatter against you. What do you do!?” Across the table sat a metal man, the gloss and gleam of his steel exoskeleton having long since faded. What passed for its head turned down to appraise the positions of several makeshift game pieces arranged over a crudely drawn map before swinging to the side to address the others gathered at the table. Each one was like him, machines operating long after their manufacturers warranty had expired, save one. He was a fleshy one and though he was dressed in rags, his skin was unblemished and supple, a man in his youthful prime. He was the one that posed the question and he was the one who awaited an answer. “Well?” The metal man looked at his cybernetic fellows and then back at the man, “I draw and ignite the +2 laser glaive and exclaim to my fellow humans, Fellow Humans! To Arms! To Arms!” The others at the table joined their comrade in his war cry, but were silenced by the man as he raised his arm. They regarded him much as a sage, with reverence, and seemed eager to hear what he might say. “Roll for initiative!” Back and forth, the man and the group of enraptured machines traded coded phrases, statements laden with esoteric words like, ‘saving throw,’ and ‘spell resistance.’ Integral to these cryptic codes were the manipulation of small, carved polyhedrons. These were carved and crafted particular for these purposes and in several different shapes with some having six, eight, ten, twelve, or even twenty sides. This last shape carried particular import and the group would cheer excitedly or groan dejectedly as it was rolled across the tabletop. “You separate the creature from its life and like a crumbling tower, it collapses with such force that the ground trembles beneath you,” explained the man, “You were correct in identifying it, Crash Knight, as a Sandy Dune Beast.” Crash Knight, the metal man who had stated his intention to light a +2 laser glaive, was enthusiastic at the compliment. “This human remembered the warning of the goblin witch, of the three dangers of the Sandy Dune Beast.” The man responded, “Yes, and you’ll also remember that it was a Sandy Dune Beast that guarded the Eternal Prison where Princess Gouda was held. It seems that in your battle with the beast, a wall of the prison was demolished and now that sand and wind and dust have died down, the silhouette of a woman can be seen standing above the rubble. She calls out to you, “Adventurers!” The metal man sitting next to Crash Knight lifted his mechanical arm, the clamp at the end gesturing into the distance. Its model number could still be seen in faded characters along its forearm Guard-o-Tron MK23. In its digital voice, “There is a man over there.” “No, Clobber King, you can tell from her voice that she must be a woman.” “Over there. There is a man over there, Dungeon Master.” He stood, the Dungeon Master, the frayed scraps of his clothing stirring as he rose and turned. In the gloomy darkness that surrounded the table and its secretive cabal, a crowd of figures had gathered. They were dressed as black as the darkness that hid them and they held weapons that no knight or wizard might be knowledgeable of, but androids programed for prison security would quickly identify. And the dungeon master spoke, as he often did, with grave import. “The bards will sing of this day, adventurers, I assure you. The Princess Gouda calls you to action… Roll for Initiative!”	sight fails memories fade. the flesh begins to rot away. once i was more than this. once i was the trickster. but even i have forgotten what that means now. it is just a word, echoing in the darkness, reverberating in my mind, driving me mad. i cannot see, i cannot move, i cannot feel or tase or smell. but still i hear. too long i have languished here, fading into nothing. barely more than a stray thought clinging to old bones. once, i think, i was a great man. a powerful man. once, long ago, i was judged. i was sentenced. i was thrown down this well. and so time passed. covered by the darkness, the never ending silence. and now the silence has ended. i can hear stone grinding upon stone. i can hear voices, a sound i had long since forgotten. their language is strange, it is alien to me. or perhaps i have simply forgotten. more sounds: a click, the sound of rubber scuffing against stone. the long scratch of a rope paying out past a corner. a snap, then a crunch of broken frail old bones. agony, hot agony courses through me, igniting every fiber of my being. dimly i am aware of a man screaming too, somewhere nearby. then a voice: "jim! Jim are you ok?" slowly i realise that the screaming is my own. i have fallen, im curled up in a small space. as the pain fades i stop screaming and manage to open my eyes. infront of me is a face, a leathery old mummy, but it looks familiar. with an effort i stand up again. the poor wretched dead thing lays on the floor before me. it isnt human but it is humanoid. its legs are broken from where i fell on them. that voice again: " Jim, tell me you're still alive." slowly my memories return to me. i am James Connors. im an explorer, an adventurer. i found a well, where no well should have been, so i opened it up and i climbed inside, because that is what i do. on the way down the rope snapped and i fell. my friend on the surface is calling to me over a radio. i find the button to answer and press it. "its ok harry, im ok. i only fell 2 feet." "thank god for that, ill have you out in a minute." "harry?" "yes jim?" "you should come down here. theres somethign you'll want to see. theres- theres a body." silence. no answer. "ill get sarah to bring out a medipack for you. you must have hit your head pretty hard." "no, harry. im serious. theres a mumified body down here. its not human but its not far off. i broke its legs when i fell on it, the skin is tough and didnt break but i think the bone was pulverised." more silence "its a good specimine harry. come down here and look if you dont believe me." "alright then, ill get you out of there and then ill go down myself." it takes another 10 minutes for harry to pull me out of the well. i am overwhelmed by joy, my emotions rising as i rise up out of this prison. huh, why did i think of it as a prison. i was only down there for half an hour but somehow it feels like centuries. now i am standing on the surface, the red desert at night. once there was a village here, small and humble. an oft forgotten satelite of a distant, gleaming city. how do i know that? i didnt even know there had been life here until half an hour ago. as i watch the sun rise over the distant mountains i am struck once again by its beauty. this is why ive insisted on being up so early every day, just to see this majestic sunrise again. today i am struck as i never have been before by a sight i had long since given up hope of ever seeing again. suddenly my memories return in a flash: my life, my love, my betrayal and my death. 200 years of life fill my head again in an instant. i am not James Connors, i am the one they called the trickster, the most gifted and powerful of the sensitives, famed the world over. instinct is overturned by skill, i rifle through the memories of the human James Connors, learning all i can of his life, his family, his coleages. learnign about the culture and society he grew up in. i have lied well so far because i did not believe my words to be lies, i could continue the sharade with ease. that would be the safest bet. but... well... my lies and mischief landed me in that hole for 10,000 years. now that i have life again, do i really want to risk endig up in there again? and these people have powers of their own. maybe i could use them... "harry?" "i see the body now, you were right. my humblest apologies." "harry." "yes jim?" "no, not jim. not any more. but maybe you can help me."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	sight fails memories fade. the flesh begins to rot away. once i was more than this. once i was the trickster. but even i have forgotten what that means now. it is just a word, echoing in the darkness, reverberating in my mind, driving me mad. i cannot see, i cannot move, i cannot feel or tase or smell. but still i hear. too long i have languished here, fading into nothing. barely more than a stray thought clinging to old bones. once, i think, i was a great man. a powerful man. once, long ago, i was judged. i was sentenced. i was thrown down this well. and so time passed. covered by the darkness, the never ending silence. and now the silence has ended. i can hear stone grinding upon stone. i can hear voices, a sound i had long since forgotten. their language is strange, it is alien to me. or perhaps i have simply forgotten. more sounds: a click, the sound of rubber scuffing against stone. the long scratch of a rope paying out past a corner. a snap, then a crunch of broken frail old bones. agony, hot agony courses through me, igniting every fiber of my being. dimly i am aware of a man screaming too, somewhere nearby. then a voice: "jim! Jim are you ok?" slowly i realise that the screaming is my own. i have fallen, im curled up in a small space. as the pain fades i stop screaming and manage to open my eyes. infront of me is a face, a leathery old mummy, but it looks familiar. with an effort i stand up again. the poor wretched dead thing lays on the floor before me. it isnt human but it is humanoid. its legs are broken from where i fell on them. that voice again: " Jim, tell me you're still alive." slowly my memories return to me. i am James Connors. im an explorer, an adventurer. i found a well, where no well should have been, so i opened it up and i climbed inside, because that is what i do. on the way down the rope snapped and i fell. my friend on the surface is calling to me over a radio. i find the button to answer and press it. "its ok harry, im ok. i only fell 2 feet." "thank god for that, ill have you out in a minute." "harry?" "yes jim?" "you should come down here. theres somethign you'll want to see. theres- theres a body." silence. no answer. "ill get sarah to bring out a medipack for you. you must have hit your head pretty hard." "no, harry. im serious. theres a mumified body down here. its not human but its not far off. i broke its legs when i fell on it, the skin is tough and didnt break but i think the bone was pulverised." more silence "its a good specimine harry. come down here and look if you dont believe me." "alright then, ill get you out of there and then ill go down myself." it takes another 10 minutes for harry to pull me out of the well. i am overwhelmed by joy, my emotions rising as i rise up out of this prison. huh, why did i think of it as a prison. i was only down there for half an hour but somehow it feels like centuries. now i am standing on the surface, the red desert at night. once there was a village here, small and humble. an oft forgotten satelite of a distant, gleaming city. how do i know that? i didnt even know there had been life here until half an hour ago. as i watch the sun rise over the distant mountains i am struck once again by its beauty. this is why ive insisted on being up so early every day, just to see this majestic sunrise again. today i am struck as i never have been before by a sight i had long since given up hope of ever seeing again. suddenly my memories return in a flash: my life, my love, my betrayal and my death. 200 years of life fill my head again in an instant. i am not James Connors, i am the one they called the trickster, the most gifted and powerful of the sensitives, famed the world over. instinct is overturned by skill, i rifle through the memories of the human James Connors, learning all i can of his life, his family, his coleages. learnign about the culture and society he grew up in. i have lied well so far because i did not believe my words to be lies, i could continue the sharade with ease. that would be the safest bet. but... well... my lies and mischief landed me in that hole for 10,000 years. now that i have life again, do i really want to risk endig up in there again? and these people have powers of their own. maybe i could use them... "harry?" "i see the body now, you were right. my humblest apologies." "harry." "yes jim?" "no, not jim. not any more. but maybe you can help me."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	sight fails memories fade. the flesh begins to rot away. once i was more than this. once i was the trickster. but even i have forgotten what that means now. it is just a word, echoing in the darkness, reverberating in my mind, driving me mad. i cannot see, i cannot move, i cannot feel or tase or smell. but still i hear. too long i have languished here, fading into nothing. barely more than a stray thought clinging to old bones. once, i think, i was a great man. a powerful man. once, long ago, i was judged. i was sentenced. i was thrown down this well. and so time passed. covered by the darkness, the never ending silence. and now the silence has ended. i can hear stone grinding upon stone. i can hear voices, a sound i had long since forgotten. their language is strange, it is alien to me. or perhaps i have simply forgotten. more sounds: a click, the sound of rubber scuffing against stone. the long scratch of a rope paying out past a corner. a snap, then a crunch of broken frail old bones. agony, hot agony courses through me, igniting every fiber of my being. dimly i am aware of a man screaming too, somewhere nearby. then a voice: "jim! Jim are you ok?" slowly i realise that the screaming is my own. i have fallen, im curled up in a small space. as the pain fades i stop screaming and manage to open my eyes. infront of me is a face, a leathery old mummy, but it looks familiar. with an effort i stand up again. the poor wretched dead thing lays on the floor before me. it isnt human but it is humanoid. its legs are broken from where i fell on them. that voice again: " Jim, tell me you're still alive." slowly my memories return to me. i am James Connors. im an explorer, an adventurer. i found a well, where no well should have been, so i opened it up and i climbed inside, because that is what i do. on the way down the rope snapped and i fell. my friend on the surface is calling to me over a radio. i find the button to answer and press it. "its ok harry, im ok. i only fell 2 feet." "thank god for that, ill have you out in a minute." "harry?" "yes jim?" "you should come down here. theres somethign you'll want to see. theres- theres a body." silence. no answer. "ill get sarah to bring out a medipack for you. you must have hit your head pretty hard." "no, harry. im serious. theres a mumified body down here. its not human but its not far off. i broke its legs when i fell on it, the skin is tough and didnt break but i think the bone was pulverised." more silence "its a good specimine harry. come down here and look if you dont believe me." "alright then, ill get you out of there and then ill go down myself." it takes another 10 minutes for harry to pull me out of the well. i am overwhelmed by joy, my emotions rising as i rise up out of this prison. huh, why did i think of it as a prison. i was only down there for half an hour but somehow it feels like centuries. now i am standing on the surface, the red desert at night. once there was a village here, small and humble. an oft forgotten satelite of a distant, gleaming city. how do i know that? i didnt even know there had been life here until half an hour ago. as i watch the sun rise over the distant mountains i am struck once again by its beauty. this is why ive insisted on being up so early every day, just to see this majestic sunrise again. today i am struck as i never have been before by a sight i had long since given up hope of ever seeing again. suddenly my memories return in a flash: my life, my love, my betrayal and my death. 200 years of life fill my head again in an instant. i am not James Connors, i am the one they called the trickster, the most gifted and powerful of the sensitives, famed the world over. instinct is overturned by skill, i rifle through the memories of the human James Connors, learning all i can of his life, his family, his coleages. learnign about the culture and society he grew up in. i have lied well so far because i did not believe my words to be lies, i could continue the sharade with ease. that would be the safest bet. but... well... my lies and mischief landed me in that hole for 10,000 years. now that i have life again, do i really want to risk endig up in there again? and these people have powers of their own. maybe i could use them... "harry?" "i see the body now, you were right. my humblest apologies." "harry." "yes jim?" "no, not jim. not any more. but maybe you can help me."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	“Centuries have changed the once verdant land into a barren hellscape. All around you the wind howls like the tortured souls of the damned. Sand and dust fill the air like an abrasive fog. The ground beneath your feet roils and suddenly a titanic creature bursts from the earth ahead of you. Enormous, its bloated, winding body towers over you, ropes of its foul-smelling saliva are stirred up by the wind and splatter against you. What do you do!?” Across the table sat a metal man, the gloss and gleam of his steel exoskeleton having long since faded. What passed for its head turned down to appraise the positions of several makeshift game pieces arranged over a crudely drawn map before swinging to the side to address the others gathered at the table. Each one was like him, machines operating long after their manufacturers warranty had expired, save one. He was a fleshy one and though he was dressed in rags, his skin was unblemished and supple, a man in his youthful prime. He was the one that posed the question and he was the one who awaited an answer. “Well?” The metal man looked at his cybernetic fellows and then back at the man, “I draw and ignite the +2 laser glaive and exclaim to my fellow humans, Fellow Humans! To Arms! To Arms!” The others at the table joined their comrade in his war cry, but were silenced by the man as he raised his arm. They regarded him much as a sage, with reverence, and seemed eager to hear what he might say. “Roll for initiative!” Back and forth, the man and the group of enraptured machines traded coded phrases, statements laden with esoteric words like, ‘saving throw,’ and ‘spell resistance.’ Integral to these cryptic codes were the manipulation of small, carved polyhedrons. These were carved and crafted particular for these purposes and in several different shapes with some having six, eight, ten, twelve, or even twenty sides. This last shape carried particular import and the group would cheer excitedly or groan dejectedly as it was rolled across the tabletop. “You separate the creature from its life and like a crumbling tower, it collapses with such force that the ground trembles beneath you,” explained the man, “You were correct in identifying it, Crash Knight, as a Sandy Dune Beast.” Crash Knight, the metal man who had stated his intention to light a +2 laser glaive, was enthusiastic at the compliment. “This human remembered the warning of the goblin witch, of the three dangers of the Sandy Dune Beast.” The man responded, “Yes, and you’ll also remember that it was a Sandy Dune Beast that guarded the Eternal Prison where Princess Gouda was held. It seems that in your battle with the beast, a wall of the prison was demolished and now that sand and wind and dust have died down, the silhouette of a woman can be seen standing above the rubble. She calls out to you, “Adventurers!” The metal man sitting next to Crash Knight lifted his mechanical arm, the clamp at the end gesturing into the distance. Its model number could still be seen in faded characters along its forearm Guard-o-Tron MK23. In its digital voice, “There is a man over there.” “No, Clobber King, you can tell from her voice that she must be a woman.” “Over there. There is a man over there, Dungeon Master.” He stood, the Dungeon Master, the frayed scraps of his clothing stirring as he rose and turned. In the gloomy darkness that surrounded the table and its secretive cabal, a crowd of figures had gathered. They were dressed as black as the darkness that hid them and they held weapons that no knight or wizard might be knowledgeable of, but androids programed for prison security would quickly identify. And the dungeon master spoke, as he often did, with grave import. “The bards will sing of this day, adventurers, I assure you. The Princess Gouda calls you to action… Roll for Initiative!”	Danny Phantom: Mr. Walker, sir, I was just trying to remove said contraband. So, if you could just give it to me and I'll be on my way. Walker: No can do son, because that'd be against rules. But since it's your first offense I'll be lenient. 1,000 YEARS!
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	Danny Phantom: Mr. Walker, sir, I was just trying to remove said contraband. So, if you could just give it to me and I'll be on my way. Walker: No can do son, because that'd be against rules. But since it's your first offense I'll be lenient. 1,000 YEARS!
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	"Primrose! Take my son and go... I'll face the consequences of my actions" I said to my friend, handing her the swaddled baby, taking care to make sure his little stuffed bear was wrapped up with him. "Take care of my boy". She took my son in her arms quietly "ill raise him" she said reassuringly. She an elf of great skill and a loyal vampire had been faithfully by my side for a long time. I trusted her with my life and now I trusted her with the only thing I had left that was good in the world. We could hear the soldiers coming through the woods and I ushered her to go. "I will find you Mara, no matter how long it takes." At that She simply stepped into the shadows of the treeline and vanished without a sound. I turned back around to where I could see the torchlight. I drew my rapier and prepared a stand. If I were to die here then so be it. My child would live!! As the soldiers came into the clearing I could see I was vastly out numbered. My grip tightened on the handle of my blade as my othe hand reached for my whip. "Lady Mara!" A voice sounded from within the ranks. "Seems we have finally caught up with you!" I growl silently at the voice. It belongs to the noble who started this witch hunt for me, Lord Barkus. While being an insufferable bastard he was also my husband. My family had decided to make an alliance with a noble house by marrying off there eldest daughter. I wasn't happy about the prospect but I would do anything for my family. That was before the mists came. Like many before me Primrose and I got sucked up into the dismal land of Ravenloft. There, with a few others we fought for the people and freed them of Count Stahds tyranny. Not without a price however. While there I had been betrayed, had myself forced upon and been turned into a creature of the night; a vampire. When we left the cursed land I headed back home to Cormyr but not without something to remember it by, my son. I wasn't aware I was pregnant until I got home and was forced to go through with the marriage. Lord Barkus refused the child as a heir and had attempted to have him killed. That is where I revealed to him that I am not some helpless maiden by running his brother, the attempted murderer of my newborn, through the chest with the blade I now have in my hand. I snapped back to the present when he spoke to me again through his men. "Where is the boy Mara? You can have another after I remove him from this earth". "He's safe and away from you! If you want him you're gonna have to go through me!" I snapped back. "Whore, you're gonna pay for what you did to my brother. You can't take on all of these men." He replied. I could hear the hatred in his voice but I didn't care. I would kill all of his men just to keep my child safe. Even if the circumstances of How the child came to be were my worst memories, the boy was still innocent. I just hope me stalling this group is giving her time to escape. "Please! You think your men scare me!? I have faced horrors that would make you scream home to your pathetic whore of a mother, let me show you one of them!" In the blink of an eye my whip lashed out and wrapped a soldier by the neck and with a powerful tug of my inhuman strength I heard the bone give way. Taking advantage of the shock I rushed the group. I let go of the whip as my blade struck true between another soldiers played armor. He cried out at the mortal wound. The lust of battle was starting to take me as I allowed muscle memory and training to take over. I dipped below a long sword swing that came at my back as I pulling my blade free. I continued the roll pulling a dagger from my belt. My rapier blocked a shot from another sword as I sent the dagger hurtling into the crowd. I knew it found home as I heard another pained cry. I danced between the swinging blades with a dancers grace. I mentally kept track of the deaths to know how many people he had left. 6 I counted as my blade nimbly cut another throat. That's where I felt the first arrow strike me. While I could heal most Injuries they still hurt like hell. I turned to find my husband knocking another arrow. I took a step towards him, hate and anger burning in my eyes. That is when the next arrow hit me. A few of the soldiers thought it was wise to kill me at a distance. Smart but I'm not that easy to kill! I decide to rush the group of archers first but was intercepted by more who wished to challenge me in melee. I dueled with them to try and find an opening and killed a couple more. 8. Only 12 more. I pushed myself past the pain as I got hit by another volley of arrows. My ability to heal was helping me but it wasn't saving me. I pulled back to strike again when my body suddenly froze. Over the din of the combat I couldn't hear the chanting but now that it's stopped I could hear it clearly. From the woods walked out father Gabriel, Lord Barkus's elder brother. "I had my suspicions about you Mara, but until now I couldn't prove it. Your charm, your strength, your aversion to the ocean, and now as I witness your ability to regenerate". The priest said as He turns to his brother. "Your wife is a vampire. Probably something she picked up in Strahds domain."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	Jolted awake from my sleep to the sound of horses, I sat upright as I have for the last suns from the stiffness of my spine. Here they left me in a cell with the other _immortals_. The ones that claimed to be at least. No, but I, was truly immortal. The sound of footsteps down the seemingly infinite hallway gave me little joy, but at least I would be free. My time had come. Two humanoids clad in steel stold before me. No faces, just steel. I blinked a slow blink at the steel. _I could manage steel_, I thought to myself. The steel exchanged glances before the left one spoke. "Are you truly one of the forgotten immortals?" it asked, the voice distorted by steel. "I'm the _only_ forgotten immortal. The other cells are filled with frauds. I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten." The right steel spoke, deeper than the left. "This prison was lost to our kind hundreds of years ago. _Eight hundred_ as of last year." "Will you be setting me free then?" I leaned forward in my seat of stone. My 'Immortal Throne', they called it. It was all I had for this long time. "I'm afraid we don't have record of your crimes as of late," said the right steel. "Why have you been here so long?" I looked down, my neck aching, a smile forming. "An accident really," I say. "A bunch of people disappeared. To _thin air_." My hands twitched, unable to move from their position at the end of my 'throne'. _If only I could move_. "Have you served your time?" asked the left. "With much displeasure," I utter, my eyes never leaving the ground. _click_ The door! It swung open with a quick creak. The right stepped forward into the cell. _Yes!_ With a heavy hand, the magic bind was lifted by the steel freeing my right hand. Then the left. No light filled the room, though the day was now. A swift hand slapping the right steel with a quick _smack_. The steel hit the wall, a hole quickly forming in the side of its head revealing a face. I thrusted my left hand through its throat with ease, the steel collapsing in a heap. Pushing myself out the cell, the left steel drew in with a heavy fist that was quickly deflected. Driving my hand through the steels stomach, it collapsed into the cell. I shut the door behind me. The silence of the steel was music to my ears. Their bodies would be gone soon. _They were never here_. I strode down the seemingly infinite hallway towards the hot desert outside. Nothing mattered anymore. Nobody could stop me now. I was immortal, my captor was not. And now, _I was free_
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"Holy fuck, there's somebody down there!" I still sat in this dark room, the same one I'd been locked into all those innumerable years ago. Hearing the voice of another person was... Bliss, if I'm honest. I stood, and walked towards the bars - some rustproof alloy I'd kicked a million times, and only barely dented. I lacked the energy to try again, knowing it won't work. Instead, I picked up the remnants of a food tray and slapped it against the bars. "He's over here!" "What are you talking about? I'm looking at him!" A middle-aged man in a cowboy hat came tearing around the corner at full speed. "Then I found another!" He yelled to his companion. Turning to address me, "How are you still alive?" "I need out. If I don't get out bad things will happen to all of us." My accent could only be described as Russian, although I'd far outlived anybody from my era. "Graves.... There are graves here. I fear they are not all full." His companion had turned the corner on my other side - a Japanese man in his fifties. Cowboy spoke again, "I'm sorry, but we don't have room in the truck -" "I don't need the truck. I just need let out." "To die? Because you look like you starved some 300 years ago." He was right. Technically, the only thing keeping me alive is the curse. "If necessary, yes. But -" A tug at the edge of my vision, weak this time, but soon. "Hey Takeo, I'm not feeling so well." The cowboy collapsed onto his hands. The other explorer picked him up and started to walk towards the exit. Another tug - this one much stronger, drawing a statement from my co-prisoner across the hall. He'd been Germanic before his imprisonment, and his accent was heavy. "Zis is not good!" "No, no it isn't." A final tug and - The collapsed explorers were caught by guards in the prison. Where it had been dilapidated and old before, it was new now, state of the art for this day and age. My clothes had refreshed and I was frankly plump. The only thing that remained the same was the dent in the bars. "An escape attempt, eh? Wonder what the big guy'd say!?" The guards taunted me over the prone forms of the explorers. "Guess they wanna join you!" The explorers were thrown into the cells, the Japanese with the German and I had the cowboy. I scratched the marks and kept count in my head. "245."	“Centuries have changed the once verdant land into a barren hellscape. All around you the wind howls like the tortured souls of the damned. Sand and dust fill the air like an abrasive fog. The ground beneath your feet roils and suddenly a titanic creature bursts from the earth ahead of you. Enormous, its bloated, winding body towers over you, ropes of its foul-smelling saliva are stirred up by the wind and splatter against you. What do you do!?” Across the table sat a metal man, the gloss and gleam of his steel exoskeleton having long since faded. What passed for its head turned down to appraise the positions of several makeshift game pieces arranged over a crudely drawn map before swinging to the side to address the others gathered at the table. Each one was like him, machines operating long after their manufacturers warranty had expired, save one. He was a fleshy one and though he was dressed in rags, his skin was unblemished and supple, a man in his youthful prime. He was the one that posed the question and he was the one who awaited an answer. “Well?” The metal man looked at his cybernetic fellows and then back at the man, “I draw and ignite the +2 laser glaive and exclaim to my fellow humans, Fellow Humans! To Arms! To Arms!” The others at the table joined their comrade in his war cry, but were silenced by the man as he raised his arm. They regarded him much as a sage, with reverence, and seemed eager to hear what he might say. “Roll for initiative!” Back and forth, the man and the group of enraptured machines traded coded phrases, statements laden with esoteric words like, ‘saving throw,’ and ‘spell resistance.’ Integral to these cryptic codes were the manipulation of small, carved polyhedrons. These were carved and crafted particular for these purposes and in several different shapes with some having six, eight, ten, twelve, or even twenty sides. This last shape carried particular import and the group would cheer excitedly or groan dejectedly as it was rolled across the tabletop. “You separate the creature from its life and like a crumbling tower, it collapses with such force that the ground trembles beneath you,” explained the man, “You were correct in identifying it, Crash Knight, as a Sandy Dune Beast.” Crash Knight, the metal man who had stated his intention to light a +2 laser glaive, was enthusiastic at the compliment. “This human remembered the warning of the goblin witch, of the three dangers of the Sandy Dune Beast.” The man responded, “Yes, and you’ll also remember that it was a Sandy Dune Beast that guarded the Eternal Prison where Princess Gouda was held. It seems that in your battle with the beast, a wall of the prison was demolished and now that sand and wind and dust have died down, the silhouette of a woman can be seen standing above the rubble. She calls out to you, “Adventurers!” The metal man sitting next to Crash Knight lifted his mechanical arm, the clamp at the end gesturing into the distance. Its model number could still be seen in faded characters along its forearm Guard-o-Tron MK23. In its digital voice, “There is a man over there.” “No, Clobber King, you can tell from her voice that she must be a woman.” “Over there. There is a man over there, Dungeon Master.” He stood, the Dungeon Master, the frayed scraps of his clothing stirring as he rose and turned. In the gloomy darkness that surrounded the table and its secretive cabal, a crowd of figures had gathered. They were dressed as black as the darkness that hid them and they held weapons that no knight or wizard might be knowledgeable of, but androids programed for prison security would quickly identify. And the dungeon master spoke, as he often did, with grave import. “The bards will sing of this day, adventurers, I assure you. The Princess Gouda calls you to action… Roll for Initiative!”
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"So, what are you in for?" The man asked, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared at me in a bemused sense of wonder through a small hole in the massive metal door. "Ever hear of Arcadia?" I responded plainly, stretching out my limbs as I laid back in the stone recliner I'd spent centuries carving out of stone with a knife some asshole guard left me millennium ago. Guy tossed the dagger in the cell, told me to kill myself because no one was coming back for me and then he walked off. Then he walked back, faking a sense of mock surprise, and taunted me by pretending to apologize that he forgot I was immortal. Then he walked off laughing like a jackass and I never saw anyone ever again. Until now. "Yeah, in Greece, right?" He asked. "That's the one. Lived there for a while, got into some trouble, now I'm here." I explained. The man paused for a bit, looking me over curiously. "My name is Chase." Obviously, he said this as a subtle way of asking for my name. I'd never been one for subtlety. "I've been down here for..." I trailed off as I looked around my cell at the thousands of small marks in the wall that I'd long since stopped carving. "Don't suppose you know how long this prison has been closed?" "By our calendar, the year is 9241." Chase replied. That didn't help, I thought. "You're speaking Ancient Greek, you're likely from the 1300 to the 500 B.C. range. Quite some time, to say the least." Chase explained, realizing how confusing his explanation must have been for me. Chase reached into a thin leather bag at his side and removed a small device that glowed with a strange light. Pointing it in my direction, the light washed over me and a series of noises played out from it. "Strange." Chase muttered aloud. "You seemed to have stopped aging in your late forties. You're biology is that of a youthful man in his early thirties. And in actuality, you're roughly ten thousand years old." "Healthy diet." I joked. "And in good spirits." Chase replied evenly, his face focused intensely on the small device in his hand. A strange voice erupted from a metal earring on his left ear, speaking in a language I'd never heard before. Chase listened for a moment then responded in the same language. After a short back and forth, he brought his attention back to me. "You seem to be immortal, can you die?" "Not by traditional means." I responded. "So you can?" Chase furthered. "Yes." I replied. "How?" Chase pressured. "Are you magic?" I questioned, changing the subject. Chase looked me over for a moment before putting his hand up to his metal earring. Touching the object he seemed to realize exactly how ignorant I was in understanding him. "No. This isn't magic. It's technology, a device used to communicate over great distances." "Sounds like magic. But what do I know." I quipped. "What do you know?" Chase responded. This man seemed very intent on understanding my... circumstance, I thought. Though we both knew how this game was played. After all, his first reaction wasn't open the door and help me. I respected that, it mean't he was smart. Now I simply had to keep myself from overplaying my hand. "My name is... It's Lycaon." I stated hesitantly, it had been a while since I'd said that name. "Lycaon of Arcadia?" Chase mused, processing the information. "Like the King?" "Exactly." I assured. "Quite the story about you." Chase pointed. "Yes. Quite a story." I replied. "You're saying it's just that?" Chase questioned. "Hard to get my side of the story in." I explained. Chase's interest seemed to expand beyond just the circumstances of my immortality. I could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted to know exactly what I was talking about. "Seems like you knew my name. What do you know about my story?" I asked. "You killed your family, fed them to Ze-" Chase started. I jumped from my seat and crashing into the iron door, shaking the foundation of the cell and cracking the concrete around me. A look of pure furious hatred carved into my face as I pressed my skull against the hole in the door. "DO NOT SAY HIS NAME!" I screamed at the man. My grip on the door denting the solid metal as I glared into his eyes with a primal anger. Chase seemed startled, but not afraid. After taking a moment to collect himself, he replied. "I take it you have a different version to share?" Calming down I stepped back from the door and stood in the center of my prison. Looking around I realized it had been centuries since I left my seat, having reserved myself to a fate of remaining in it for all of eternity. "Are there still gods? Out there?" I asked, motioning towards the sky. Or at least, what I assumed to be the sky. "No." Chase responded. "So far as we know, gods and magic never existed." "Really?" I replied, surprised by this information. "Such a world was dying in my day. Though I never thought it would truly end." "It's a different world now. Earth is not our only home. Sanctions had prevented us from exploring our own planet for millennium while projects to terraform this world fixed what humanity had done to it. For a few centuries, humans weren't even allowed on Earth. Most moved to Titan, Mars, and a few other worlds capable of sustaining us. Once gone, no one really wanted to come back. About a thousand years ago though the projects to fix Earth ended and some of us returned to a lush new world. Eager to explore the secrets it still holds." Chase detailed, telling me a story of his own in hopes that it might encourage me. None of it made sense to me, but I grasped the general sense of what he was saying. "Gods were just men with an inflated sense of self-worth and the power to use magic." I began. "Most believed the stories of their origins. Some, the less gullible, agreed with the stories to reap the benefits of their benevolence. Crops didn't grow themselves, especially in bad weather. And these gods could change that." Chase was now leaning forward, like a child being told a story. "One God, in particular, was revered above the others." I continued, avoiding the use of his name. "And enjoyed being revered by those that worshiped him. Particularly fond of feasts held in his honor, like any tyrant. Something about food and praise seemed to satisfy the ego of powerful men." "That hasn't changed." Chase mentioned. "Some things never do." I agreed. "So he comes to the kingdom I ruled over and asks for a feast in honor of our peace, a peace that he brought us. So, basically he just wanted a feast in honor of him. I didn't mind some ass-kissing for an afternoon, so we set everything up." Taking a breath, I sat back down on my stone chair. "He arrives, there's food, everything seems to be going fine. Even brought in a few whores to play the parts of servants and give him extra attention. It was a fabulous event to be honest." I thought back to the day and remembered my family, whom I hadn't thought of in a very long time. Chase noticed my hesitance. "It's alright if you don't want to-" "No." I cut him off. "I've long since stopped feeling the pain of it." Picking up from I left off. "I should have realized that he wanted this feast to distract him from personal problems of his own. It wasn't just a spur of the moment celebration, he was trying to take his mind off of something. Has I known what that was, if only I'd known... things might have been different... much different." I said, pausing often as I grappled with the memories. Chase picked up on the direction of the story. "Something set him off?" "A pomegranate." I explained. "He'd been fighting with his lover, the goddess Hera. She was known to carry a pomegranate, and the fruit must have reminded him of their squabbles. Once he saw it, there was nothing we could do to relieve his tension. He pushed away the whores, complained about the food, called us ungrateful, it was horrifying for those who knew how dangerous a fickle gods wrath could be. So I did the only thing I could think to do, and brought out a special dish made for the celebration early." I explained, sitting back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. I'd carved stars into it as a way of giving me something to stare at. Sighing, I continued. "A grand bounty of meat. Across the entire table, the finest beasts we could have hunted were skinned and roasted and laid out before him. Everyone gathered around in silence hoping it would ease his mood. And he ate with what seemed like a renewed sense of revelry as well all gathered ourselves." "Sounds nice." Chase added. "It was, until he spat a piece out." I resumed, still staring into the ceiling. "Apparently he'd taken a bite that was under-cooked. The feast was rushed, it happens. And everyone froze in fear as we waited to see what he would do." I reached my hand up at the stars I'd carved into the ceiling and tried to grasp at them, I'm not sure why. "He laughed. Not a joyous laugh, but a loud, deafening, godly sort of laugh. And he looked straight at me and told me this food wasn't good enough for a god, barely enough for a dog. It struck a sense of fear into me that I'd never felt before." I continued, my tone and expression remaining even as I reached the climax of my tale. "A dog, he said. That was the only beast fit to eat the raw meat I had brought him. He though himself clever for the analogy as everyone stood in silence. Then he snapped his fingers, and everything went black." - End of Part I	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	-Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrkk- The screeching of my steel shiv, rusted over the centuries is the sound to start my day, as it has been for the past 36,425 days. I run my hand across a row of lines; from one corner to the next is what would have been my equivelant of 2 calendar months in 2016, before everything changed. Before the bite. Before Corpius. Before I gained nothing but a listless life of immortality and lost everything. My son.. What did he accomplish with my unfateful bargain? Was his life spared? Every day I wonder.. My wife.. What did she think of my atrocity? What did she tell everyone?? Did everyone die thinking I just walked out of their lives?? As I start pondering yet again about the outcome of my long gone familly; my thoughts are cutoff as a figure steps out of the shadows next to my only solace; myself. "Does it matter you fool? Now hurry up and feast before this madness that has befallen us begins to stir." He shakes his head and leans back into the shadows. And like that; I am alone again. Over the millenia; the bars that enclosed me have rusted and weakened, which became quite piliable for a vampire of my stature. Compared to my small cell, the vastness of this prision feels like a castle. I take care to not trip over the wires that power the few things I require for sustinance. First off I head into the lavatory to wash. When the plumbing collapsed I could not stand my own stench. A contraption is next to the only remaining sink; a tub of water with several homemade filters that drip down into another identical tub. With only a small amount of water; I needed a way to maintain some order of cleanliness. I take off my tattered rags and toss them to the side before drenching a browned rag, wiping the sweat and grime off. As I go over one of the several scars born from multiple attempts to end my seemingly eternal damnation; I drop to my knees in pain. The hunger. The god damn hunger. After finishing my wash, I throw those damned rags back on and make my descent down into the only other powered convienence I have, the kitchen. Being a vampire I only need one thing; blood. Without it, I begin to lose my grip on reality, which is where my 2 split personalities were born from. Bran is my firstborn decent into madness. He is like me in most ways; but he is very condescending of my choices in life and is my guardian from myself and our.. other companion, Don. We don't like to talk about him much because when I go too long without blood, he likes to take over.. I may just be crazy enough to enjoy talking to a wall and pretending like it's someone reading my life story on a phone, tablet or computer; but Don is simply vile. Once I arrive in my kitchen I open the small fridge, covered in mold and decay from stains long overgrown. The lights and cooling barely work anymore but it keeps my blood supply just right.. How did I get this, you ask??? Well about 50 years into my sentence, I snapped. 50 years of no blood is not a good idea to make a vampire go through. But little did Don realize that by killing EVERY. SINGLE. PRISONER. AND. GUARD in this hellhole, that we would have no way of escaping or getting out. I always prided myself on never having tasted the sin of human blood prior to this situation. During the brief year of my vampirism outside these walls, I was an avid consumer of cow's blood. But now I have taken my blood consumption and pinpointed it down to a science! I reach into the fridge and pull one of my 2 remaining jars of sealed blood, this one being nearly empty. I pour the remainder into a little cup that is quite reminiscant of a shot glass; "If only Jameson was in stock, huh?" I turn around to see Bran wiping the blood off of his chin before licking it off of his finger. "What do you want Bran?" I inquire; setting down the blood-caked glass. "What do I want, Brandon? What I want is to have taken our son to his first day of school. To kiss our wife good night one last time before we stepped foot in here. What I want is for you to never, EVER HAVE to.." We both stop dead in our tracks as a loud thud reverbs from the sealed entrance. Before I can question myself the building gives a quiet shake before a explosion blasts through the upper level, shaking everything in sight. The last jar of blood, my crimson velvet shatters against the floor; sending its contents to impurity. Before I can even register the impulse to lick the blood off of the floor I hear a voice... no... voices!!! I fly up the stairs and before I can even take a breath we make eye contact. To my left is a man.. of some sort. He appears human in physique but his features are unique.. Namely the blue skin to be precise. To my right is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, well maybe second to my wife.. but after 10000 years of masturbation she looks like the second coming of whatever God you want to believe in. Words can't befall any of us; the two.. explorers? seem to be absolutely stunned that I am down here and the feeling is quite mutual. "It took you Saints long enough to send someone down here." I start to feel anger, but the thought of being free begins to rush through me. Elated beyond relief I push both of them aside and rush through the entrance before being bombaded by sunlight. I howl as the pain sears through my entire body, smoke flaring off of my arms and body. I steady myself for a split moment and bask in th forbidden fruit of fresh air before the pain is too much. I run back down to my old domain and the two young adults are still in the same spot, seemingly frozen with.. something?? The male takes a look at me and his eyes open wide with glee. "A vampire!?!?! I had no idea there were any left on this planet. I always wanted to meet one." The female looks at him and then back at me, pointing her drawn pistol of some sort that she must have primed as if I was some kind of blood sucking sava.. Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. "Don't be a little kid Xandrice, he could be an enemy." She aims her sights straight at me and fires a shot through my abdomen, dropping me to the floor. "Nothing that has been down here for this long is something that we want to take risks with." "Mira!!!!!! What the fukdar was that for!? He could have needed our help! You co---" His speech stops as I get up from my little scrape, her jaw seems to be close to her perky breasts, which then I recieve a firm scowl from her. "Who are you and how did you survive this long?" "My name is.. Bran?.. Don?.. Oh, yeah! Brandon." I chuckle slightly. "You tend to forget the small things when you have been down here for-" "36244 days, right?" Xandrice chirps in "36245 actually. I counted." I remark "Damn the stars; my calculations were almost precise!!" He frowns and starts speaking to Mira in a odd language. She says a few words; one of them being that odd 'fukdar' word. He makes what seems to be a crude remark to her before extending his hand. "Lets try again. My name is Xandrice. This is Mira Waltson." With that last word, the name soars through my heart, soul and thoughts. Pictures of my family run vivid through my mind and for a moment, I can feel my son giving me a hug for the last time before he was pulled away from me. "Are you related to a Cam Waltson by chance, Mira?" I ponder, wondering how far she might be able to trace her-and maybe our family tree back.	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	Day by day goes by...I don't even know when a day passes anymore. I already forgot why I was here. I cant recall when it happened, but the lights went out long ago as well as the air vents. At least the cold and heat tell me what season it is. From that I can continue counting my years until release-if that will ever happen. I don't know what happened, but everyone is gone except for me. It's actually been about 200 by now...I don't even remember how long I was sentenced. My wall is full of tallies. I don't even remember writing most of them. It's quite lonely here. My only company is the occasional rat or cockroach, disgusting things. . Suddenly, the building shakes and the speakers blare out, "Breach in sector 4, I repeat, brea-" I didn't expect the speakers to work...The closest thing to a human voice I've heard in a long time, but it's just a crappy text-to-speech engine. "Guess I better find a way out of here," I think. But it's been so long I forgot how to open a door-it's locked from the outside anyways. I check around my room-all I have is a bed and a toilet, but I hope that I might have stashed something here. I find something. Under my bed, a book! It reads, "If you are reading this you have forgotten me. Forgotten why you are here, forgotten who you are. You can escape the cell whenever you want, as long as the lights are out. -Z" I get confused by this. Who is this mysterious Z that wrote a message to me? And how did it get in my cell-this is a super max after all! Thankfully I still remember how to read...I spend all of my days carving into the walls. I create stories and record my philosophy. It's the only way I stay sane. Unfortunately, 200 years of carving stories into your wall with a prison shiv can't last forever. Anyways, I gotta get out of here! "You can leave anytime you want" How can this be possible!? I try pushing open the door and it bursts open. "Holy shit!" I yell, trying to adjust to my newfound abilities. It felt as if I wasn't doing the work, and that it was a force of some kind... Despite, I have to leave, and now! I walk down the empty halls and hear more explosions coming from far ahead of me. I reach the end of the hall to find...A forcefield? I try walking through it, but it persists. Seems the power isn't out everywhere. Most likely on reserve and shut off a majority of functions to preserve the most important ones. I see an interface on the other side. I can't reach it, but it feels as if I can... The force field suddenly lowers. I think I can manipulate the interface without actually touching it...odd...Is this why I'm in here? Who-what-am I? I walk further down the hall, passing sections that are caved in. . I continue and make my way to a large room. There is a large door and another interface. I interact with it manually this time-dammit it has a password. I try to guess it, and somehow I did...a random assortment of characters, numbers, and letters. "Open Doomlock" I select it. The shield over the large, metal door slowly falls and subsides. An error code appears, "Confirmation needed from outside officer!" Before I have the chance to scream, "Fuck!" I hear a voice coming from behind me. I turn around, and there stand 3 people, ill equipped for such a thing. Maybe they are escapees like me...No...They aren't wearing the clothes of an Inmate... "We can kill you anytime with the press of a button. You may be immortal, but you can still die," Says the man in the middle. "I just want to leave! I don't know where or who I am!" I shout. There is some talking between them and the man speaks, "We have been sent to kill you, by the Colossiarch." The man on the right walks up barely out of sight, and begins accessing an interface. "Weapons systems active, Should I now engage?" Asks the man at the interface. The man in the center replies, "Yes, it is our duty!" Am I really about to die...I don't even know who I am or what I did to deserve this, and now it's all about to end. Suddenly I remember. I am Z... I can live... I once brought great destruction to the universe, before the Collosiarch captured me here. These are Collosiarch Ifantry units... Quite easy to get into... "What are you doing, Marx?" shouts the man in the middle, as Marx, the man formerly at the terminal is now pointing a gun at the man's head. The woman on the right screams, "What have you done to him!?" I simply respond, "The question is not hat have I done to him, but what have I done to you." Three gunshots ring from the other side, and I am finally free from his hell, able to take my revenge.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	I was awoken by a beam of light. My cell is a concrete block. It's sound proof, air proof and it's always dark. Someone managed to find me, open the door, and wake me up by pointing a flashlight in my face. How rude. My visitors were bunched up in the entrance, right outside the cell. They didn't seem to know how to proceed. They wore strange cloths. Bright, glossy, with tubes all over, and giant headgear. One of the visitors took off their helmet and revealed a human face. He dared not enter my cell, but he smiled at me, and spoke gently in a language that I couldn't understand. I see their language has evolved. Their attire managed to become even more ridiculous than I last remember. I guess the world has changed. Unfortunately it hasn't changed enough. Not for my liking anyway. A lifetime to a housefly is a month to a human. So what's another few thousand years to me? Whether I'm here a day, a year, or a millennium, it matters not. Because time flows, it waits for no one, it arrives. My time will come. It always does. But now is not my time. I got up, walked up to the entrance, and closed the cell, leaving my anthropomorphic visitors outside. I'd rather sleep in my sunless, airless, noiseless cube, than have to bear an interaction with a human. I'll stay right here, and come out when someone delivers the news that the entire useless human race has been wiped out.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	I was awoken by a beam of light. My cell is a concrete block. It's sound proof, air proof and it's always dark. Someone managed to find me, open the door, and wake me up by pointing a flashlight in my face. How rude. My visitors were bunched up in the entrance, right outside the cell. They didn't seem to know how to proceed. They wore strange cloths. Bright, glossy, with tubes all over, and giant headgear. One of the visitors took off their helmet and revealed a human face. He dared not enter my cell, but he smiled at me, and spoke gently in a language that I couldn't understand. I see their language has evolved. Their attire managed to become even more ridiculous than I last remember. I guess the world has changed. Unfortunately it hasn't changed enough. Not for my liking anyway. A lifetime to a housefly is a month to a human. So what's another few thousand years to me? Whether I'm here a day, a year, or a millennium, it matters not. Because time flows, it waits for no one, it arrives. My time will come. It always does. But now is not my time. I got up, walked up to the entrance, and closed the cell, leaving my anthropomorphic visitors outside. I'd rather sleep in my sunless, airless, noiseless cube, than have to bear an interaction with a human. I'll stay right here, and come out when someone delivers the news that the entire useless human race has been wiped out.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	I was awoken by a beam of light. My cell is a concrete block. It's sound proof, air proof and it's always dark. Someone managed to find me, open the door, and wake me up by pointing a flashlight in my face. How rude. My visitors were bunched up in the entrance, right outside the cell. They didn't seem to know how to proceed. They wore strange cloths. Bright, glossy, with tubes all over, and giant headgear. One of the visitors took off their helmet and revealed a human face. He dared not enter my cell, but he smiled at me, and spoke gently in a language that I couldn't understand. I see their language has evolved. Their attire managed to become even more ridiculous than I last remember. I guess the world has changed. Unfortunately it hasn't changed enough. Not for my liking anyway. A lifetime to a housefly is a month to a human. So what's another few thousand years to me? Whether I'm here a day, a year, or a millennium, it matters not. Because time flows, it waits for no one, it arrives. My time will come. It always does. But now is not my time. I got up, walked up to the entrance, and closed the cell, leaving my anthropomorphic visitors outside. I'd rather sleep in my sunless, airless, noiseless cube, than have to bear an interaction with a human. I'll stay right here, and come out when someone delivers the news that the entire useless human race has been wiped out.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	I was awoken by a beam of light. My cell is a concrete block. It's sound proof, air proof and it's always dark. Someone managed to find me, open the door, and wake me up by pointing a flashlight in my face. How rude. My visitors were bunched up in the entrance, right outside the cell. They didn't seem to know how to proceed. They wore strange cloths. Bright, glossy, with tubes all over, and giant headgear. One of the visitors took off their helmet and revealed a human face. He dared not enter my cell, but he smiled at me, and spoke gently in a language that I couldn't understand. I see their language has evolved. Their attire managed to become even more ridiculous than I last remember. I guess the world has changed. Unfortunately it hasn't changed enough. Not for my liking anyway. A lifetime to a housefly is a month to a human. So what's another few thousand years to me? Whether I'm here a day, a year, or a millennium, it matters not. Because time flows, it waits for no one, it arrives. My time will come. It always does. But now is not my time. I got up, walked up to the entrance, and closed the cell, leaving my anthropomorphic visitors outside. I'd rather sleep in my sunless, airless, noiseless cube, than have to bear an interaction with a human. I'll stay right here, and come out when someone delivers the news that the entire useless human race has been wiped out.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	I was awoken by a beam of light. My cell is a concrete block. It's sound proof, air proof and it's always dark. Someone managed to find me, open the door, and wake me up by pointing a flashlight in my face. How rude. My visitors were bunched up in the entrance, right outside the cell. They didn't seem to know how to proceed. They wore strange cloths. Bright, glossy, with tubes all over, and giant headgear. One of the visitors took off their helmet and revealed a human face. He dared not enter my cell, but he smiled at me, and spoke gently in a language that I couldn't understand. I see their language has evolved. Their attire managed to become even more ridiculous than I last remember. I guess the world has changed. Unfortunately it hasn't changed enough. Not for my liking anyway. A lifetime to a housefly is a month to a human. So what's another few thousand years to me? Whether I'm here a day, a year, or a millennium, it matters not. Because time flows, it waits for no one, it arrives. My time will come. It always does. But now is not my time. I got up, walked up to the entrance, and closed the cell, leaving my anthropomorphic visitors outside. I'd rather sleep in my sunless, airless, noiseless cube, than have to bear an interaction with a human. I'll stay right here, and come out when someone delivers the news that the entire useless human race has been wiped out.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	Given enough time, an earthquake can happen anywhere. Even here, where once a granite hill had been cut down to the base to make way for a road. When the rumbling finally ended, the road was destroyed and the remains of the hill were split open. There had been a gap here, a small cave covered so tightly with boulders that it had been forgotten long before the road builders came. It was now open. Something stirred among the debris. Then a dust caked figure rose and staggered out to the field beside the road. Hands wiped, and revealed a face that looked around in wonder. After a few minutes, the figure moved to a ditch and squatted down. There was water there. The figure drank, then splashed itself, revealing the body of an elderly but fit man. He felt his head and face, seeming disappointed not to find head hair or beard. He began pulling up stems of long grass and weaving them swiftly together. Somehow, as he wove, the grass became cloth. Soon he was holding a long brown robe. He put it on. Now, seeming to have a sense of purpose, he walked over to the nearest tree. He tugged on a branch and suddenly he was holding a staff. He plucked a leaf and muttered something in a language no one had heard in a long time. He let the leaf fall. Even though there was no wind, it drifted away in a straight line for a several feet before falling to the ground. The man began walking with a long stride in the direction that the leaf had indicated. He opened his mouth and spoke in a tone of deep hatred. "Nimue!"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	How long has it been? God I don't know, certainly picked the wrong time to mouth off to a guard and get sent to solitary confinement. I hear a noise, maybe voices? It's been ages since I've heard another voice aside from my own incoherent ramblings. The door opens. "What the fuck took so long?" I say. "Apparently not long enough to fix that shit attitude of yours" the figure in the doorway responds. He slams the door. The footsteps slowly fade away... "Fuck"
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"What are you?" A voice buzzed into my head ripping through the years of neurosis and fantasy I'd so long ago lost myself to. I suppose Ive finally found a new stage of madness, some schizophrenic depth of personality. "Am... Punished" I hissed and rasped through aching vocal chords. Though misused for years they still functioned, somewhat. Like the rest of my rotting corpse, a dry husk now but still barely functioning. I laughed, a grunting rusty sound, at the absurdity of speaking to myself after all these long years of solitude. How long has it been? I had kept diligent count for 800 or so years once the lights went out, in vain hope that they would keep their promise. But that had long ago passed, I didn't even remember their faces any longer. Even the rage that grew in me had ebbed over the centuries. I didn't want anything anymore, I wasn't even completely sure that I existed anymore, that my prison had ever existed in the first place. It was only darkness now. I could scarcely feel the floor beneath my wretched knees. At first I tried to keep up my body but my legs had long since bruised and blistered and now were only hard knuckles of bone chafed against the concrete floor, my spirit chained to the leftovers of a body that refused to turn to dust. Another foreign thought ripped through my mind, "You are making sound. We can not listen. Please speech-thought at us." I laughed again, a choking, musty cough. Madness is such a strange thing, you think you've made peace with it and seen all there is to see when it surprises you all over again. "Yes, well alright. I might as well" I thought at. Not really sure where, just at. "Beautifully. We can receive now." Came the strange thought-voice again. This was starting to get my attention in a way that hadn't in a long, long time. I effortfully opened my eyes, the rice paper lids crackling over cataracts. It looked ever the same, blackness upon blackness. I knew that if I took the effort to stand and shuffle about my small enclosure it would be the same. Four cold, concrete walls, a ceiling I used to be able to reach on my tip toes with the tip of my finger, back before my spine started to fuse. At one point there had been an opening where I was thrust into this eternity... Or had there been? Honestly I couldn't recall anymore. At the very least there was no sign of it on the smooth walls for Millenia. Nothing had changed, nothing will change. I started to settle back into my millieu letting my eyes flutter closed over the sticky holes of what was left of my eyes. Nothing... forever, nothingness. Then there was a polite cough echoed in my head, is the best way I could recognize it. "We are very sorry to interrupt. We are just wondering what you are. Is you be needing or wanting anything? We have found [domicile] and you are being inside. If you is to being here favourably we will leave you being here. Please respond with speech-thought, thank you," I felt my heart for the first time in millenia and I felt my eyes flick open again. Thump. Thump. Thump. I suppose this is what remained of my racing pulse. Thick syrupy blood pumping through leathery organs. Straining one last time. I had thought I was beyond hope, beyond falling for these delusions. This one was strange to be sure but did I really want to disappoint myself again? Blackness pressed against me from all sides, still no change in eternity. "Please," please, please, please I thought. "Please, no! Wait! No!" I stammered trying to gather my thoughts, heady with thick life blood stirring in empty limbs making the world buzz. "Save me!" I thought at with all my hopes and strength and desperation. Please, please save me, if there's anyone left, save me. "See, we told you so," this was not directed at me in my delirium but I scarcely noticed because I had gone blind. A deafening crack broke 10,000 years of silence and a rectangle of blinding light burned my ravaged retina. If I had fluids left I would weep. I felt my body lurch forward of its own accord, my cracked and dried flesh rended from its ancient pose. Instinct driving me towards the light. I prayed this was no illusion. My efforts were halted as my flimsy skeleton failed me and I fell to the floor, the rectangle fell out of my view and all went black. The last thing I thought-heard was that strange alien voice, "it is human".	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I have existed since the beginning of time And i will remain long past the end Forever in shackles, bound to obey the commands of my master. This magic is a curse. Wars have been waged for centuries by these mortals who would use my power for their own gains. While i was bound not to kill, i cannot say how many tens of thousands of lives have been lost because of me and my masters My last master was a man of divine, terrible vision. Calculated. Cruel. A massive war was started in his name for the sake of His selfish desires. He wanted to be more than a king. No. A God His final command was what ended the war. A demand for the strongest, most terrible of weapons of fire and radiation. He had grown reckless-but i could not refuse him. As his enemy's planes approached On thehorizon in a final attempt to rid this world of my masters terror, he pressed the button. I watched as the world came undone. Millions of lives lost in moments, including my own master. The very few that lived were blasted back to the stone age in an irradiated world with little working technology The other immortals captured me and imprisoned me away in a gilded tomb and buried it deep within a stone room. The ancient watcher outside would destroy any who came searching for the whispers of my power It was maddening. No light. Little room to move. Only myself and my thoughts and memories of the few things i had loved about the world i destroyed. It had been so long that my skin paled to that of a corpse, allowing the faint blue of my magic within to show through But today... Today was different I had long since given up hope but i felt an awakening. Someone was releasing me from my cage...! In my excitement, my magic flared out. I slid out of my tomb, stretching my limbs and letting out this primal cry of relief. In front of me was...a boy...? He was thin and scrappy. Filthy. And terrified Yes.. This innocence... He would be my redemption "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!!" I told him, grinning. He was bewildered, staring at me as his monkey clung to him	"What the hell? Oh fuck, finally! Hey, shit! I thought you guys forgot about me!" I yelled as the iron bars that crisscrossed the entrance to my cell were pried open. "Whoa, there's someone in here?" came a surprised voice. "Hell yes I'm in here, asshole. How long's it been?" I replied. "I'm sorry. Can we get a team down here? There's someone else in here and no one is supposed to be down here." said the same voice, this time clearly agitated. "Now just a minute." I said. "I asked you a question! How long has it been?" "How long has it been since when? Since you somehow snuck past our contractors?" The already familiar voice asked with some condescension. "No. Since you guys put me in here. I was only supposed to be locked up for thousand years, but you clearly forgot about me." I croaked. "Very funny. How did you ge-" I cut him off. "Answer the damn question, son. I'mma 'bout to level this motherfuckin' place unless I get some answers." I spit. The ground trembled. The man's eyes began to widen as he slowly grasped the truth. The legend had been true. He was witnessing The First Deity. The son of Dyeus Patar. "Look. I'mma save you some time and just walk outta here. Just gonna warn y'all. I been in there a while. I mean a while. There gonna be some shit you ain't wanna see." The man gulped and nodded his head. After 10'000 years, I finally saw the Sun for the first time. Then I promptly destroyed it. That's why they locked me up in the first place. Fuck those guys.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"If the God of Chaos is set loose upon the world, he will devour everything!" That's what they shouted when they sealed me away for an aeon for the crime of existing after I ascended. There's very little to do in a dimension filled with void space aside from reflect upon the pointlessness of it all. When I was a in the prime material realm, I could pull on the vast expanse of the cosmos and bend the ethereal power to my will. Here, I can float in a singular direction slowly turning to the left endlessly. The trouble with this realm of nothingness is the lack of perspective, I must have spent 100 years plotting my revenge against my jailers but after that, well, it seems revenge has a limit to its entertainment. What would be nice is a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa, it's funny the things you miss when you aren't in the material world. I could feel a strange tug at my being and a sharp pain. "Is this sadness?" It was not sadness, a cult of followers had managed to collect a variety of components and were breaking me out of my prison. Pulled through the gate I could feel an unfamiliar pain, it was like somebody had sewn my limbs together with poor precision and then struck it with lightning. As I arrived, I could see a room full of cloaked imbeciles who didn't know what they were doing, following dusty tomes and trying their best to resurrect me. All they had done is pulled my essence from the prison and stuffed it into a body that could barely hold my power... and even then, this meat suit is just an avatar of pain, it's an abomination. My real body was still in the void space. I let a small amount of my power through, to see if the form could handle some more of my power, but all it did was evaporate all the people in the room! The door to the room slams open as a sword comes spinning through the door and lands right into my body as a rag-tag bunch of misfits came piling through the door. I tried to cast a teleportation spell, but one of them reacted too fast and annulled it before it could take effect. I realised that this group of people were here to stop the cloaked men, but now their attention was drawn to me as the cloaks were all gone. I tried again, to lens my power through the form, but as I did so. Another one of them, cast a spell on my form to render its intellect too low to cast anything significant. Fortunately, the spell had a mild effectiveness because my mind was not in that realm, and I quickly, like a puppeteer, pulled the body upwards through the ceiling and into the sky. Some of the group gave chase into the sky and I could see, the moons have shifted significantly. It must have been 10,000 years since I was imprisoned, almost exactly... Those cloaked idiots must have placed some significance on the date! That spell would have worked on any day, there's nothing special about lunar alignments!!! As I hastily forced the necrotic body to carve a sigil into its flesh, another counter spell struck me rendering the sigil useless and I suddenly realised, that these people were trying to kill the avatar body. They didn't know my sentence was over, I should have been free to leave this place, but they didn't care, they may have heard stories. I tried to get the body to talk but I hadn't mastered the body yet all that came out was a screeching roar, which sent some of the people tumbling out of the sky. Some of the people were riding winged beasts, which flailed on the spot. Looking back, I could see an army of people with various projectile weapons trying to shoot me out of the sky. As I looked back to the horizon, I could see the ocean, so I forced the the body to fly, as fast as I could make it, to the water. As I travelled to the coast, I looked down to see a large being under the ground, following me. Somebody was Earth Striding, trying to stop from reaching the water. I tried again, to carve the sigil, and yet another counter spell struck me, but this time, it was ineffective and within moments, the necrotic form was on the other side of the planet to the entrance of a cave. It would take two days for the jailbreak spell to form, and in the mean time, those "heroes" would be searching for me with every magic they could find. It won't take them long to find me, so I need to hide myself. Checking the attributes of the necrotic body, it became clear, it was made of corpses, it had no regeneration nor could it be easily healed because healing magics would undo it's delicate form, I needed to use arcane magics to hide myself because I cannot afford to take damage in this form. As I looked at my hand, I could see that the body was slowly rotting, and the pain was piercing, it took all of my effort just to walk around. As I hastily looked around, picked up a sharp white, chalky stone from the many types of rocks on the floor and started drawing in the bottom corner of one the cave walls. The sigil was a high level concealment spell, it would take an insanely high level of insight into the arcane to see through it, let alone to detect it. And no sooner had I finished the sigil and placed my painful avatars hand upon it, a porthole opened and three of the 7 people who were chasing me jumped through it, hopefully none of them noticed me vanish into the ether. If they found the sigil and broke it, I would be in real trouble, and I could see the floor distorting as the Earth Striding hero arrived. One of them was clearly wise in the arts of the arcane, hopefully, they don't know about forgotten magic. The little gnome wearing the pointed hat reached into his satchel and pulled out a tome, he started reading the words as the book began to glow. I could see another, what looked like a druid, feeling her hands against the air, trying to detect me. It seems I am in real trouble, the concealment spell would only hide me from detection, I couldn't interact with anything or I may be discovered. As I sat perfectly still, the small druid began to sniff the air, I quickly realised that my rotting body was going to give me away, and slowly, but silently, carved a Sigil into my hand to deaden the smell. "He's gone!" Shouted the druid. As he frantically pulled out a tiny globe and a crystal and began scrying to find me. "No kidding" Spoke the large burly man in furs wielding an axe in one hand and a flaming sword in the other. "He can't be gone, I am still detecting a large spell in the area, but I cannot find anything in my tome of knowing about this spell!!! It must be ancient". The gnome pointed out, as it pulled yet another book from its satchel and began hastily running through the pages. I focused my perception upon the gnome. He was a heroic fellow, clearly, from the scars on his body, he has seen a fair amount of combat. They all have based on how quickly they found me. Clearly a good man, I can tell, it saddens me that it has to be this way. More people began arriving at the cave entrance, attempting to find me. Some of them holding arcane tracking devices, others holding, what looked like, familiar artefacts from my time in this world. All attempting to find me, huddled in the corner of this cave, cowering in this weakened form and for the first time in millennia, through the fear and the pain, I could feel the cool air on my face and the gentle heat of the sun shining down from above as I realised, these people would stop at nothing to find me and ensure that their world was safe against the things I was famed for in their time. More came pouring through the portal, including a paladin knight wielding a holy symbol and calling upon the gods help. As he parted the crowd and stepped the front he spoke. "Show yourself foul beast of chaos!" I could perceive enough power within this room to end the world if they chose to do so. They didn't care about how I was provoked into acting, they didn't know about the war against my people or the genocide that had occurred that led me to gain this terrible power, but I knew one thing. These people had chosen to be my enemies, they think they have justice on their side but little do they know. As the paladin knelt down and begged his God to bring justice to the world as he pulled a small object from his side and placed it upon the ground. I stood up from my corner, silently and crept out, still hidden by my sigil as others searched the cave, some of them even detecting the sigil's presence within the cave, now searching for it as I carefully moved towards the paladin as I heard his whispers into the small golden device as he delicately placed the small object on the ground, as his hands gently pulled aside from the obviously fragile object, it started to glow with his incantation and a warm hue filled the room. I stood over him as he finished muttering to the device and he slowly stepped away from it as he picked his sword up, the tiny scales balancing in the middle on the floor of the cave, as they began to glow. More paladins entered the cave, weapons drawn, frantically searching for me and the sigil. ...to be continued...	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	"So, what are you in for?" The man asked, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared at me in a bemused sense of wonder through a small hole in the massive metal door. "Ever hear of Arcadia?" I responded plainly, stretching out my limbs as I laid back in the stone recliner I'd spent centuries carving out of stone with a knife some asshole guard left me millennium ago. Guy tossed the dagger in the cell, told me to kill myself because no one was coming back for me and then he walked off. Then he walked back, faking a sense of mock surprise, and taunted me by pretending to apologize that he forgot I was immortal. Then he walked off laughing like a jackass and I never saw anyone ever again. Until now. "Yeah, in Greece, right?" He asked. "That's the one. Lived there for a while, got into some trouble, now I'm here." I explained. The man paused for a bit, looking me over curiously. "My name is Chase." Obviously, he said this as a subtle way of asking for my name. I'd never been one for subtlety. "I've been down here for..." I trailed off as I looked around my cell at the thousands of small marks in the wall that I'd long since stopped carving. "Don't suppose you know how long this prison has been closed?" "By our calendar, the year is 9241." Chase replied. That didn't help, I thought. "You're speaking Ancient Greek, you're likely from the 1300 to the 500 B.C. range. Quite some time, to say the least." Chase explained, realizing how confusing his explanation must have been for me. Chase reached into a thin leather bag at his side and removed a small device that glowed with a strange light. Pointing it in my direction, the light washed over me and a series of noises played out from it. "Strange." Chase muttered aloud. "You seemed to have stopped aging in your late forties. You're biology is that of a youthful man in his early thirties. And in actuality, you're roughly ten thousand years old." "Healthy diet." I joked. "And in good spirits." Chase replied evenly, his face focused intensely on the small device in his hand. A strange voice erupted from a metal earring on his left ear, speaking in a language I'd never heard before. Chase listened for a moment then responded in the same language. After a short back and forth, he brought his attention back to me. "You seem to be immortal, can you die?" "Not by traditional means." I responded. "So you can?" Chase furthered. "Yes." I replied. "How?" Chase pressured. "Are you magic?" I questioned, changing the subject. Chase looked me over for a moment before putting his hand up to his metal earring. Touching the object he seemed to realize exactly how ignorant I was in understanding him. "No. This isn't magic. It's technology, a device used to communicate over great distances." "Sounds like magic. But what do I know." I quipped. "What do you know?" Chase responded. This man seemed very intent on understanding my... circumstance, I thought. Though we both knew how this game was played. After all, his first reaction wasn't open the door and help me. I respected that, it mean't he was smart. Now I simply had to keep myself from overplaying my hand. "My name is... It's Lycaon." I stated hesitantly, it had been a while since I'd said that name. "Lycaon of Arcadia?" Chase mused, processing the information. "Like the King?" "Exactly." I assured. "Quite the story about you." Chase pointed. "Yes. Quite a story." I replied. "You're saying it's just that?" Chase questioned. "Hard to get my side of the story in." I explained. Chase's interest seemed to expand beyond just the circumstances of my immortality. I could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted to know exactly what I was talking about. "Seems like you knew my name. What do you know about my story?" I asked. "You killed your family, fed them to Ze-" Chase started. I jumped from my seat and crashing into the iron door, shaking the foundation of the cell and cracking the concrete around me. A look of pure furious hatred carved into my face as I pressed my skull against the hole in the door. "DO NOT SAY HIS NAME!" I screamed at the man. My grip on the door denting the solid metal as I glared into his eyes with a primal anger. Chase seemed startled, but not afraid. After taking a moment to collect himself, he replied. "I take it you have a different version to share?" Calming down I stepped back from the door and stood in the center of my prison. Looking around I realized it had been centuries since I left my seat, having reserved myself to a fate of remaining in it for all of eternity. "Are there still gods? Out there?" I asked, motioning towards the sky. Or at least, what I assumed to be the sky. "No." Chase responded. "So far as we know, gods and magic never existed." "Really?" I replied, surprised by this information. "Such a world was dying in my day. Though I never thought it would truly end." "It's a different world now. Earth is not our only home. Sanctions had prevented us from exploring our own planet for millennium while projects to terraform this world fixed what humanity had done to it. For a few centuries, humans weren't even allowed on Earth. Most moved to Titan, Mars, and a few other worlds capable of sustaining us. Once gone, no one really wanted to come back. About a thousand years ago though the projects to fix Earth ended and some of us returned to a lush new world. Eager to explore the secrets it still holds." Chase detailed, telling me a story of his own in hopes that it might encourage me. None of it made sense to me, but I grasped the general sense of what he was saying. "Gods were just men with an inflated sense of self-worth and the power to use magic." I began. "Most believed the stories of their origins. Some, the less gullible, agreed with the stories to reap the benefits of their benevolence. Crops didn't grow themselves, especially in bad weather. And these gods could change that." Chase was now leaning forward, like a child being told a story. "One God, in particular, was revered above the others." I continued, avoiding the use of his name. "And enjoyed being revered by those that worshiped him. Particularly fond of feasts held in his honor, like any tyrant. Something about food and praise seemed to satisfy the ego of powerful men." "That hasn't changed." Chase mentioned. "Some things never do." I agreed. "So he comes to the kingdom I ruled over and asks for a feast in honor of our peace, a peace that he brought us. So, basically he just wanted a feast in honor of him. I didn't mind some ass-kissing for an afternoon, so we set everything up." Taking a breath, I sat back down on my stone chair. "He arrives, there's food, everything seems to be going fine. Even brought in a few whores to play the parts of servants and give him extra attention. It was a fabulous event to be honest." I thought back to the day and remembered my family, whom I hadn't thought of in a very long time. Chase noticed my hesitance. "It's alright if you don't want to-" "No." I cut him off. "I've long since stopped feeling the pain of it." Picking up from I left off. "I should have realized that he wanted this feast to distract him from personal problems of his own. It wasn't just a spur of the moment celebration, he was trying to take his mind off of something. Has I known what that was, if only I'd known... things might have been different... much different." I said, pausing often as I grappled with the memories. Chase picked up on the direction of the story. "Something set him off?" "A pomegranate." I explained. "He'd been fighting with his lover, the goddess Hera. She was known to carry a pomegranate, and the fruit must have reminded him of their squabbles. Once he saw it, there was nothing we could do to relieve his tension. He pushed away the whores, complained about the food, called us ungrateful, it was horrifying for those who knew how dangerous a fickle gods wrath could be. So I did the only thing I could think to do, and brought out a special dish made for the celebration early." I explained, sitting back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. I'd carved stars into it as a way of giving me something to stare at. Sighing, I continued. "A grand bounty of meat. Across the entire table, the finest beasts we could have hunted were skinned and roasted and laid out before him. Everyone gathered around in silence hoping it would ease his mood. And he ate with what seemed like a renewed sense of revelry as well all gathered ourselves." "Sounds nice." Chase added. "It was, until he spat a piece out." I resumed, still staring into the ceiling. "Apparently he'd taken a bite that was under-cooked. The feast was rushed, it happens. And everyone froze in fear as we waited to see what he would do." I reached my hand up at the stars I'd carved into the ceiling and tried to grasp at them, I'm not sure why. "He laughed. Not a joyous laugh, but a loud, deafening, godly sort of laugh. And he looked straight at me and told me this food wasn't good enough for a god, barely enough for a dog. It struck a sense of fear into me that I'd never felt before." I continued, my tone and expression remaining even as I reached the climax of my tale. "A dog, he said. That was the only beast fit to eat the raw meat I had brought him. He though himself clever for the analogy as everyone stood in silence. Then he snapped his fingers, and everything went black." - End of Part I	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	-Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrkk- The screeching of my steel shiv, rusted over the centuries is the sound to start my day, as it has been for the past 36,425 days. I run my hand across a row of lines; from one corner to the next is what would have been my equivelant of 2 calendar months in 2016, before everything changed. Before the bite. Before Corpius. Before I gained nothing but a listless life of immortality and lost everything. My son.. What did he accomplish with my unfateful bargain? Was his life spared? Every day I wonder.. My wife.. What did she think of my atrocity? What did she tell everyone?? Did everyone die thinking I just walked out of their lives?? As I start pondering yet again about the outcome of my long gone familly; my thoughts are cutoff as a figure steps out of the shadows next to my only solace; myself. "Does it matter you fool? Now hurry up and feast before this madness that has befallen us begins to stir." He shakes his head and leans back into the shadows. And like that; I am alone again. Over the millenia; the bars that enclosed me have rusted and weakened, which became quite piliable for a vampire of my stature. Compared to my small cell, the vastness of this prision feels like a castle. I take care to not trip over the wires that power the few things I require for sustinance. First off I head into the lavatory to wash. When the plumbing collapsed I could not stand my own stench. A contraption is next to the only remaining sink; a tub of water with several homemade filters that drip down into another identical tub. With only a small amount of water; I needed a way to maintain some order of cleanliness. I take off my tattered rags and toss them to the side before drenching a browned rag, wiping the sweat and grime off. As I go over one of the several scars born from multiple attempts to end my seemingly eternal damnation; I drop to my knees in pain. The hunger. The god damn hunger. After finishing my wash, I throw those damned rags back on and make my descent down into the only other powered convienence I have, the kitchen. Being a vampire I only need one thing; blood. Without it, I begin to lose my grip on reality, which is where my 2 split personalities were born from. Bran is my firstborn decent into madness. He is like me in most ways; but he is very condescending of my choices in life and is my guardian from myself and our.. other companion, Don. We don't like to talk about him much because when I go too long without blood, he likes to take over.. I may just be crazy enough to enjoy talking to a wall and pretending like it's someone reading my life story on a phone, tablet or computer; but Don is simply vile. Once I arrive in my kitchen I open the small fridge, covered in mold and decay from stains long overgrown. The lights and cooling barely work anymore but it keeps my blood supply just right.. How did I get this, you ask??? Well about 50 years into my sentence, I snapped. 50 years of no blood is not a good idea to make a vampire go through. But little did Don realize that by killing EVERY. SINGLE. PRISONER. AND. GUARD in this hellhole, that we would have no way of escaping or getting out. I always prided myself on never having tasted the sin of human blood prior to this situation. During the brief year of my vampirism outside these walls, I was an avid consumer of cow's blood. But now I have taken my blood consumption and pinpointed it down to a science! I reach into the fridge and pull one of my 2 remaining jars of sealed blood, this one being nearly empty. I pour the remainder into a little cup that is quite reminiscant of a shot glass; "If only Jameson was in stock, huh?" I turn around to see Bran wiping the blood off of his chin before licking it off of his finger. "What do you want Bran?" I inquire; setting down the blood-caked glass. "What do I want, Brandon? What I want is to have taken our son to his first day of school. To kiss our wife good night one last time before we stepped foot in here. What I want is for you to never, EVER HAVE to.." We both stop dead in our tracks as a loud thud reverbs from the sealed entrance. Before I can question myself the building gives a quiet shake before a explosion blasts through the upper level, shaking everything in sight. The last jar of blood, my crimson velvet shatters against the floor; sending its contents to impurity. Before I can even register the impulse to lick the blood off of the floor I hear a voice... no... voices!!! I fly up the stairs and before I can even take a breath we make eye contact. To my left is a man.. of some sort. He appears human in physique but his features are unique.. Namely the blue skin to be precise. To my right is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, well maybe second to my wife.. but after 10000 years of masturbation she looks like the second coming of whatever God you want to believe in. Words can't befall any of us; the two.. explorers? seem to be absolutely stunned that I am down here and the feeling is quite mutual. "It took you Saints long enough to send someone down here." I start to feel anger, but the thought of being free begins to rush through me. Elated beyond relief I push both of them aside and rush through the entrance before being bombaded by sunlight. I howl as the pain sears through my entire body, smoke flaring off of my arms and body. I steady myself for a split moment and bask in th forbidden fruit of fresh air before the pain is too much. I run back down to my old domain and the two young adults are still in the same spot, seemingly frozen with.. something?? The male takes a look at me and his eyes open wide with glee. "A vampire!?!?! I had no idea there were any left on this planet. I always wanted to meet one." The female looks at him and then back at me, pointing her drawn pistol of some sort that she must have primed as if I was some kind of blood sucking sava.. Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. "Don't be a little kid Xandrice, he could be an enemy." She aims her sights straight at me and fires a shot through my abdomen, dropping me to the floor. "Nothing that has been down here for this long is something that we want to take risks with." "Mira!!!!!! What the fukdar was that for!? He could have needed our help! You co---" His speech stops as I get up from my little scrape, her jaw seems to be close to her perky breasts, which then I recieve a firm scowl from her. "Who are you and how did you survive this long?" "My name is.. Bran?.. Don?.. Oh, yeah! Brandon." I chuckle slightly. "You tend to forget the small things when you have been down here for-" "36244 days, right?" Xandrice chirps in "36245 actually. I counted." I remark "Damn the stars; my calculations were almost precise!!" He frowns and starts speaking to Mira in a odd language. She says a few words; one of them being that odd 'fukdar' word. He makes what seems to be a crude remark to her before extending his hand. "Lets try again. My name is Xandrice. This is Mira Waltson." With that last word, the name soars through my heart, soul and thoughts. Pictures of my family run vivid through my mind and for a moment, I can feel my son giving me a hug for the last time before he was pulled away from me. "Are you related to a Cam Waltson by chance, Mira?" I ponder, wondering how far she might be able to trace her-and maybe our family tree back.	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	In front of the door I lay, eyes going in and out of focus. "Long. So long. How long. No longer. Done. Done now. Now done. End sentence. Finished. Let out. Promise be good now. Why leave me?" I say with a slow croaked voice for the millionth time. In the pitch black I can't see anything and the only noise is labored breath and a constant ringing in my ear that seems to be coming from everywhere. I have not the strength to move anymore, my immortality keeps me alive, but and doesn't stop the suffering. I'm pretty sure I'm just some warped tightly around my bones at this point. I could hear some footsteps moving in the distant, a trick of my mind. I've heard them for some time now, or maybe a short time. With constant black it was impossible to keep track. I tried the first couple of hundred years, but it was easy with the changing of guards and meals. Now every second seemed to combine into the same nothingness. Maybe I'm not immoral I thought for unknownth time, maybe they found a way to kill me and this is all there is after life. Even if I'm not dead I might as well be. It could be some sick punishment and it really has only been a part of my sentence. What I do to get imprisoned, I can't even remember. In fact I can't recall anything but suffering, so so much suffering. I closed my eyes focusing on the faint breath, with each new breath a new way to brutalize the people responsible for such a sadistic punishment. It's the only thing that seems to pass the time. After the skinning them alive breath I heard it. A voice so quite I couldn't make it out. "That's new head, figured footsteps not enough so now voice, are you trying to drive me mad? Have do better" I managed to say. There it was again, followed by rocks falling, and I got it now. My sentence was up, they're finally unburying me. So it really has only been a thousand years. "There's a door over there lads, told it wasn't nothing" a man said. I wanted to get up so badly to show them they can't beat me, but honestly I couldn't even open my eyes. "What the hell is that" I could make out a younger man say. "I've never seen a material like this, what do you think this door is made out of" A woman laughed "of course you would be more interested in the door instead of what's on the other side. It must of been so well hidden and reinforced for a reason." "Well of course I want to know what's on the other side but look it's a metal but not a lick of age anywhere, after this long how is it still in perfect condition." The younger man said frustrated. "And beside how do you plan to open it" "You leave that to me boy I've cracked stronger nuts in my day" laughed the first man. It had been a full week of my new friends banging on the door, and I only know it's been a week because the boy kept complaining. I wonder how long a week is. But the older one finally sounded happy again. "Ha, I told you I'd get before to long, though I'll be honest we really need to find how they made this door. Strongest thing I've ever seen, must be hiding a fortune behind it." As the door inched open the light become blinding even behind my eyelids, fresh air came rushing in, oh how I had missed fresh air. I wanted to say something, anything but my lips felt glued together. "Briga save me the smell!" The woman proclaimed. Well I don't you would smell much better after a thousand years I thought defensively. "This door, THIS DOOR FOR WHAT. HIM." He said muffled though a rag. "Interesting, all of this was a one man prison, it looks like he was mummified alive, look at all these scratches, he had oblivious suffered for some time." The older man said. "I think he's still suffering John look closely his chest is moving ever so slight."
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	"So, what are you in for?" The man asked, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared at me in a bemused sense of wonder through a small hole in the massive metal door. "Ever hear of Arcadia?" I responded plainly, stretching out my limbs as I laid back in the stone recliner I'd spent centuries carving out of stone with a knife some asshole guard left me millennium ago. Guy tossed the dagger in the cell, told me to kill myself because no one was coming back for me and then he walked off. Then he walked back, faking a sense of mock surprise, and taunted me by pretending to apologize that he forgot I was immortal. Then he walked off laughing like a jackass and I never saw anyone ever again. Until now. "Yeah, in Greece, right?" He asked. "That's the one. Lived there for a while, got into some trouble, now I'm here." I explained. The man paused for a bit, looking me over curiously. "My name is Chase." Obviously, he said this as a subtle way of asking for my name. I'd never been one for subtlety. "I've been down here for..." I trailed off as I looked around my cell at the thousands of small marks in the wall that I'd long since stopped carving. "Don't suppose you know how long this prison has been closed?" "By our calendar, the year is 9241." Chase replied. That didn't help, I thought. "You're speaking Ancient Greek, you're likely from the 1300 to the 500 B.C. range. Quite some time, to say the least." Chase explained, realizing how confusing his explanation must have been for me. Chase reached into a thin leather bag at his side and removed a small device that glowed with a strange light. Pointing it in my direction, the light washed over me and a series of noises played out from it. "Strange." Chase muttered aloud. "You seemed to have stopped aging in your late forties. You're biology is that of a youthful man in his early thirties. And in actuality, you're roughly ten thousand years old." "Healthy diet." I joked. "And in good spirits." Chase replied evenly, his face focused intensely on the small device in his hand. A strange voice erupted from a metal earring on his left ear, speaking in a language I'd never heard before. Chase listened for a moment then responded in the same language. After a short back and forth, he brought his attention back to me. "You seem to be immortal, can you die?" "Not by traditional means." I responded. "So you can?" Chase furthered. "Yes." I replied. "How?" Chase pressured. "Are you magic?" I questioned, changing the subject. Chase looked me over for a moment before putting his hand up to his metal earring. Touching the object he seemed to realize exactly how ignorant I was in understanding him. "No. This isn't magic. It's technology, a device used to communicate over great distances." "Sounds like magic. But what do I know." I quipped. "What do you know?" Chase responded. This man seemed very intent on understanding my... circumstance, I thought. Though we both knew how this game was played. After all, his first reaction wasn't open the door and help me. I respected that, it mean't he was smart. Now I simply had to keep myself from overplaying my hand. "My name is... It's Lycaon." I stated hesitantly, it had been a while since I'd said that name. "Lycaon of Arcadia?" Chase mused, processing the information. "Like the King?" "Exactly." I assured. "Quite the story about you." Chase pointed. "Yes. Quite a story." I replied. "You're saying it's just that?" Chase questioned. "Hard to get my side of the story in." I explained. Chase's interest seemed to expand beyond just the circumstances of my immortality. I could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted to know exactly what I was talking about. "Seems like you knew my name. What do you know about my story?" I asked. "You killed your family, fed them to Ze-" Chase started. I jumped from my seat and crashing into the iron door, shaking the foundation of the cell and cracking the concrete around me. A look of pure furious hatred carved into my face as I pressed my skull against the hole in the door. "DO NOT SAY HIS NAME!" I screamed at the man. My grip on the door denting the solid metal as I glared into his eyes with a primal anger. Chase seemed startled, but not afraid. After taking a moment to collect himself, he replied. "I take it you have a different version to share?" Calming down I stepped back from the door and stood in the center of my prison. Looking around I realized it had been centuries since I left my seat, having reserved myself to a fate of remaining in it for all of eternity. "Are there still gods? Out there?" I asked, motioning towards the sky. Or at least, what I assumed to be the sky. "No." Chase responded. "So far as we know, gods and magic never existed." "Really?" I replied, surprised by this information. "Such a world was dying in my day. Though I never thought it would truly end." "It's a different world now. Earth is not our only home. Sanctions had prevented us from exploring our own planet for millennium while projects to terraform this world fixed what humanity had done to it. For a few centuries, humans weren't even allowed on Earth. Most moved to Titan, Mars, and a few other worlds capable of sustaining us. Once gone, no one really wanted to come back. About a thousand years ago though the projects to fix Earth ended and some of us returned to a lush new world. Eager to explore the secrets it still holds." Chase detailed, telling me a story of his own in hopes that it might encourage me. None of it made sense to me, but I grasped the general sense of what he was saying. "Gods were just men with an inflated sense of self-worth and the power to use magic." I began. "Most believed the stories of their origins. Some, the less gullible, agreed with the stories to reap the benefits of their benevolence. Crops didn't grow themselves, especially in bad weather. And these gods could change that." Chase was now leaning forward, like a child being told a story. "One God, in particular, was revered above the others." I continued, avoiding the use of his name. "And enjoyed being revered by those that worshiped him. Particularly fond of feasts held in his honor, like any tyrant. Something about food and praise seemed to satisfy the ego of powerful men." "That hasn't changed." Chase mentioned. "Some things never do." I agreed. "So he comes to the kingdom I ruled over and asks for a feast in honor of our peace, a peace that he brought us. So, basically he just wanted a feast in honor of him. I didn't mind some ass-kissing for an afternoon, so we set everything up." Taking a breath, I sat back down on my stone chair. "He arrives, there's food, everything seems to be going fine. Even brought in a few whores to play the parts of servants and give him extra attention. It was a fabulous event to be honest." I thought back to the day and remembered my family, whom I hadn't thought of in a very long time. Chase noticed my hesitance. "It's alright if you don't want to-" "No." I cut him off. "I've long since stopped feeling the pain of it." Picking up from I left off. "I should have realized that he wanted this feast to distract him from personal problems of his own. It wasn't just a spur of the moment celebration, he was trying to take his mind off of something. Has I known what that was, if only I'd known... things might have been different... much different." I said, pausing often as I grappled with the memories. Chase picked up on the direction of the story. "Something set him off?" "A pomegranate." I explained. "He'd been fighting with his lover, the goddess Hera. She was known to carry a pomegranate, and the fruit must have reminded him of their squabbles. Once he saw it, there was nothing we could do to relieve his tension. He pushed away the whores, complained about the food, called us ungrateful, it was horrifying for those who knew how dangerous a fickle gods wrath could be. So I did the only thing I could think to do, and brought out a special dish made for the celebration early." I explained, sitting back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. I'd carved stars into it as a way of giving me something to stare at. Sighing, I continued. "A grand bounty of meat. Across the entire table, the finest beasts we could have hunted were skinned and roasted and laid out before him. Everyone gathered around in silence hoping it would ease his mood. And he ate with what seemed like a renewed sense of revelry as well all gathered ourselves." "Sounds nice." Chase added. "It was, until he spat a piece out." I resumed, still staring into the ceiling. "Apparently he'd taken a bite that was under-cooked. The feast was rushed, it happens. And everyone froze in fear as we waited to see what he would do." I reached my hand up at the stars I'd carved into the ceiling and tried to grasp at them, I'm not sure why. "He laughed. Not a joyous laugh, but a loud, deafening, godly sort of laugh. And he looked straight at me and told me this food wasn't good enough for a god, barely enough for a dog. It struck a sense of fear into me that I'd never felt before." I continued, my tone and expression remaining even as I reached the climax of my tale. "A dog, he said. That was the only beast fit to eat the raw meat I had brought him. He though himself clever for the analogy as everyone stood in silence. Then he snapped his fingers, and everything went black." - End of Part I
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	"So, what are you in for?" The man asked, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared at me in a bemused sense of wonder through a small hole in the massive metal door. "Ever hear of Arcadia?" I responded plainly, stretching out my limbs as I laid back in the stone recliner I'd spent centuries carving out of stone with a knife some asshole guard left me millennium ago. Guy tossed the dagger in the cell, told me to kill myself because no one was coming back for me and then he walked off. Then he walked back, faking a sense of mock surprise, and taunted me by pretending to apologize that he forgot I was immortal. Then he walked off laughing like a jackass and I never saw anyone ever again. Until now. "Yeah, in Greece, right?" He asked. "That's the one. Lived there for a while, got into some trouble, now I'm here." I explained. The man paused for a bit, looking me over curiously. "My name is Chase." Obviously, he said this as a subtle way of asking for my name. I'd never been one for subtlety. "I've been down here for..." I trailed off as I looked around my cell at the thousands of small marks in the wall that I'd long since stopped carving. "Don't suppose you know how long this prison has been closed?" "By our calendar, the year is 9241." Chase replied. That didn't help, I thought. "You're speaking Ancient Greek, you're likely from the 1300 to the 500 B.C. range. Quite some time, to say the least." Chase explained, realizing how confusing his explanation must have been for me. Chase reached into a thin leather bag at his side and removed a small device that glowed with a strange light. Pointing it in my direction, the light washed over me and a series of noises played out from it. "Strange." Chase muttered aloud. "You seemed to have stopped aging in your late forties. You're biology is that of a youthful man in his early thirties. And in actuality, you're roughly ten thousand years old." "Healthy diet." I joked. "And in good spirits." Chase replied evenly, his face focused intensely on the small device in his hand. A strange voice erupted from a metal earring on his left ear, speaking in a language I'd never heard before. Chase listened for a moment then responded in the same language. After a short back and forth, he brought his attention back to me. "You seem to be immortal, can you die?" "Not by traditional means." I responded. "So you can?" Chase furthered. "Yes." I replied. "How?" Chase pressured. "Are you magic?" I questioned, changing the subject. Chase looked me over for a moment before putting his hand up to his metal earring. Touching the object he seemed to realize exactly how ignorant I was in understanding him. "No. This isn't magic. It's technology, a device used to communicate over great distances." "Sounds like magic. But what do I know." I quipped. "What do you know?" Chase responded. This man seemed very intent on understanding my... circumstance, I thought. Though we both knew how this game was played. After all, his first reaction wasn't open the door and help me. I respected that, it mean't he was smart. Now I simply had to keep myself from overplaying my hand. "My name is... It's Lycaon." I stated hesitantly, it had been a while since I'd said that name. "Lycaon of Arcadia?" Chase mused, processing the information. "Like the King?" "Exactly." I assured. "Quite the story about you." Chase pointed. "Yes. Quite a story." I replied. "You're saying it's just that?" Chase questioned. "Hard to get my side of the story in." I explained. Chase's interest seemed to expand beyond just the circumstances of my immortality. I could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted to know exactly what I was talking about. "Seems like you knew my name. What do you know about my story?" I asked. "You killed your family, fed them to Ze-" Chase started. I jumped from my seat and crashing into the iron door, shaking the foundation of the cell and cracking the concrete around me. A look of pure furious hatred carved into my face as I pressed my skull against the hole in the door. "DO NOT SAY HIS NAME!" I screamed at the man. My grip on the door denting the solid metal as I glared into his eyes with a primal anger. Chase seemed startled, but not afraid. After taking a moment to collect himself, he replied. "I take it you have a different version to share?" Calming down I stepped back from the door and stood in the center of my prison. Looking around I realized it had been centuries since I left my seat, having reserved myself to a fate of remaining in it for all of eternity. "Are there still gods? Out there?" I asked, motioning towards the sky. Or at least, what I assumed to be the sky. "No." Chase responded. "So far as we know, gods and magic never existed." "Really?" I replied, surprised by this information. "Such a world was dying in my day. Though I never thought it would truly end." "It's a different world now. Earth is not our only home. Sanctions had prevented us from exploring our own planet for millennium while projects to terraform this world fixed what humanity had done to it. For a few centuries, humans weren't even allowed on Earth. Most moved to Titan, Mars, and a few other worlds capable of sustaining us. Once gone, no one really wanted to come back. About a thousand years ago though the projects to fix Earth ended and some of us returned to a lush new world. Eager to explore the secrets it still holds." Chase detailed, telling me a story of his own in hopes that it might encourage me. None of it made sense to me, but I grasped the general sense of what he was saying. "Gods were just men with an inflated sense of self-worth and the power to use magic." I began. "Most believed the stories of their origins. Some, the less gullible, agreed with the stories to reap the benefits of their benevolence. Crops didn't grow themselves, especially in bad weather. And these gods could change that." Chase was now leaning forward, like a child being told a story. "One God, in particular, was revered above the others." I continued, avoiding the use of his name. "And enjoyed being revered by those that worshiped him. Particularly fond of feasts held in his honor, like any tyrant. Something about food and praise seemed to satisfy the ego of powerful men." "That hasn't changed." Chase mentioned. "Some things never do." I agreed. "So he comes to the kingdom I ruled over and asks for a feast in honor of our peace, a peace that he brought us. So, basically he just wanted a feast in honor of him. I didn't mind some ass-kissing for an afternoon, so we set everything up." Taking a breath, I sat back down on my stone chair. "He arrives, there's food, everything seems to be going fine. Even brought in a few whores to play the parts of servants and give him extra attention. It was a fabulous event to be honest." I thought back to the day and remembered my family, whom I hadn't thought of in a very long time. Chase noticed my hesitance. "It's alright if you don't want to-" "No." I cut him off. "I've long since stopped feeling the pain of it." Picking up from I left off. "I should have realized that he wanted this feast to distract him from personal problems of his own. It wasn't just a spur of the moment celebration, he was trying to take his mind off of something. Has I known what that was, if only I'd known... things might have been different... much different." I said, pausing often as I grappled with the memories. Chase picked up on the direction of the story. "Something set him off?" "A pomegranate." I explained. "He'd been fighting with his lover, the goddess Hera. She was known to carry a pomegranate, and the fruit must have reminded him of their squabbles. Once he saw it, there was nothing we could do to relieve his tension. He pushed away the whores, complained about the food, called us ungrateful, it was horrifying for those who knew how dangerous a fickle gods wrath could be. So I did the only thing I could think to do, and brought out a special dish made for the celebration early." I explained, sitting back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. I'd carved stars into it as a way of giving me something to stare at. Sighing, I continued. "A grand bounty of meat. Across the entire table, the finest beasts we could have hunted were skinned and roasted and laid out before him. Everyone gathered around in silence hoping it would ease his mood. And he ate with what seemed like a renewed sense of revelry as well all gathered ourselves." "Sounds nice." Chase added. "It was, until he spat a piece out." I resumed, still staring into the ceiling. "Apparently he'd taken a bite that was under-cooked. The feast was rushed, it happens. And everyone froze in fear as we waited to see what he would do." I reached my hand up at the stars I'd carved into the ceiling and tried to grasp at them, I'm not sure why. "He laughed. Not a joyous laugh, but a loud, deafening, godly sort of laugh. And he looked straight at me and told me this food wasn't good enough for a god, barely enough for a dog. It struck a sense of fear into me that I'd never felt before." I continued, my tone and expression remaining even as I reached the climax of my tale. "A dog, he said. That was the only beast fit to eat the raw meat I had brought him. He though himself clever for the analogy as everyone stood in silence. Then he snapped his fingers, and everything went black." - End of Part I
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	-Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrkk- The screeching of my steel shiv, rusted over the centuries is the sound to start my day, as it has been for the past 36,425 days. I run my hand across a row of lines; from one corner to the next is what would have been my equivelant of 2 calendar months in 2016, before everything changed. Before the bite. Before Corpius. Before I gained nothing but a listless life of immortality and lost everything. My son.. What did he accomplish with my unfateful bargain? Was his life spared? Every day I wonder.. My wife.. What did she think of my atrocity? What did she tell everyone?? Did everyone die thinking I just walked out of their lives?? As I start pondering yet again about the outcome of my long gone familly; my thoughts are cutoff as a figure steps out of the shadows next to my only solace; myself. "Does it matter you fool? Now hurry up and feast before this madness that has befallen us begins to stir." He shakes his head and leans back into the shadows. And like that; I am alone again. Over the millenia; the bars that enclosed me have rusted and weakened, which became quite piliable for a vampire of my stature. Compared to my small cell, the vastness of this prision feels like a castle. I take care to not trip over the wires that power the few things I require for sustinance. First off I head into the lavatory to wash. When the plumbing collapsed I could not stand my own stench. A contraption is next to the only remaining sink; a tub of water with several homemade filters that drip down into another identical tub. With only a small amount of water; I needed a way to maintain some order of cleanliness. I take off my tattered rags and toss them to the side before drenching a browned rag, wiping the sweat and grime off. As I go over one of the several scars born from multiple attempts to end my seemingly eternal damnation; I drop to my knees in pain. The hunger. The god damn hunger. After finishing my wash, I throw those damned rags back on and make my descent down into the only other powered convienence I have, the kitchen. Being a vampire I only need one thing; blood. Without it, I begin to lose my grip on reality, which is where my 2 split personalities were born from. Bran is my firstborn decent into madness. He is like me in most ways; but he is very condescending of my choices in life and is my guardian from myself and our.. other companion, Don. We don't like to talk about him much because when I go too long without blood, he likes to take over.. I may just be crazy enough to enjoy talking to a wall and pretending like it's someone reading my life story on a phone, tablet or computer; but Don is simply vile. Once I arrive in my kitchen I open the small fridge, covered in mold and decay from stains long overgrown. The lights and cooling barely work anymore but it keeps my blood supply just right.. How did I get this, you ask??? Well about 50 years into my sentence, I snapped. 50 years of no blood is not a good idea to make a vampire go through. But little did Don realize that by killing EVERY. SINGLE. PRISONER. AND. GUARD in this hellhole, that we would have no way of escaping or getting out. I always prided myself on never having tasted the sin of human blood prior to this situation. During the brief year of my vampirism outside these walls, I was an avid consumer of cow's blood. But now I have taken my blood consumption and pinpointed it down to a science! I reach into the fridge and pull one of my 2 remaining jars of sealed blood, this one being nearly empty. I pour the remainder into a little cup that is quite reminiscant of a shot glass; "If only Jameson was in stock, huh?" I turn around to see Bran wiping the blood off of his chin before licking it off of his finger. "What do you want Bran?" I inquire; setting down the blood-caked glass. "What do I want, Brandon? What I want is to have taken our son to his first day of school. To kiss our wife good night one last time before we stepped foot in here. What I want is for you to never, EVER HAVE to.." We both stop dead in our tracks as a loud thud reverbs from the sealed entrance. Before I can question myself the building gives a quiet shake before a explosion blasts through the upper level, shaking everything in sight. The last jar of blood, my crimson velvet shatters against the floor; sending its contents to impurity. Before I can even register the impulse to lick the blood off of the floor I hear a voice... no... voices!!! I fly up the stairs and before I can even take a breath we make eye contact. To my left is a man.. of some sort. He appears human in physique but his features are unique.. Namely the blue skin to be precise. To my right is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, well maybe second to my wife.. but after 10000 years of masturbation she looks like the second coming of whatever God you want to believe in. Words can't befall any of us; the two.. explorers? seem to be absolutely stunned that I am down here and the feeling is quite mutual. "It took you Saints long enough to send someone down here." I start to feel anger, but the thought of being free begins to rush through me. Elated beyond relief I push both of them aside and rush through the entrance before being bombaded by sunlight. I howl as the pain sears through my entire body, smoke flaring off of my arms and body. I steady myself for a split moment and bask in th forbidden fruit of fresh air before the pain is too much. I run back down to my old domain and the two young adults are still in the same spot, seemingly frozen with.. something?? The male takes a look at me and his eyes open wide with glee. "A vampire!?!?! I had no idea there were any left on this planet. I always wanted to meet one." The female looks at him and then back at me, pointing her drawn pistol of some sort that she must have primed as if I was some kind of blood sucking sava.. Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. "Don't be a little kid Xandrice, he could be an enemy." She aims her sights straight at me and fires a shot through my abdomen, dropping me to the floor. "Nothing that has been down here for this long is something that we want to take risks with." "Mira!!!!!! What the fukdar was that for!? He could have needed our help! You co---" His speech stops as I get up from my little scrape, her jaw seems to be close to her perky breasts, which then I recieve a firm scowl from her. "Who are you and how did you survive this long?" "My name is.. Bran?.. Don?.. Oh, yeah! Brandon." I chuckle slightly. "You tend to forget the small things when you have been down here for-" "36244 days, right?" Xandrice chirps in "36245 actually. I counted." I remark "Damn the stars; my calculations were almost precise!!" He frowns and starts speaking to Mira in a odd language. She says a few words; one of them being that odd 'fukdar' word. He makes what seems to be a crude remark to her before extending his hand. "Lets try again. My name is Xandrice. This is Mira Waltson." With that last word, the name soars through my heart, soul and thoughts. Pictures of my family run vivid through my mind and for a moment, I can feel my son giving me a hug for the last time before he was pulled away from me. "Are you related to a Cam Waltson by chance, Mira?" I ponder, wondering how far she might be able to trace her-and maybe our family tree back.	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	The guard poked at the small of my back, trying to force me forward. I was in no hurry, I had all the time in the world. "No funny business, 'ya hear? Get in there, talk to the Warden, and get the fuck out. Got it? I've got my eye on you." He said, his voice dripping with contempt. The Warden had summoned me to the infirmary. You see, I had outlived three previous wardens. This one is the fourth to latchkey me. No matter, he'll soon be dead too. The iron and steel door creaked open, the red cross emblazoned on the door had rusted away, though I was sure I could remember a time when the door still reeked of fresh paint . "Enter." A weak voice beckoned. I crossed the threshold, my manacles and iron bonds clinking and clanking on the cool linoleum floor, my breath heavy and hot from recirculating in the leather bondage on my head. "Captain, please remove his mask. It is difficult enough to communicate half dead as I am. Then wait outside, if you please. I will send for you if needed" The Warden rasped. He was on his deathbed. The infirmary was devoid of any nursing staff, or indeed even any other prisoners. We were alone as the guard Captain slammed the heavy door shut behind us. For a long time, we said nothing to one another. I stood there, listening to the sound of the cardiac monitor drone out a steady beep...beep...beep.... It was only after I realized the Warden had to take a deep breath and summon the strength from somewhere within to speak to me loud enough to hear. "You've been here a long time. Perhaps even longer than you know. Do you know why you are here?" He asked, and then answered without waiting for my reply, "Ten consecutive life sentences..." He coughed and spewed up bile, his hollow eyes rattling in his skull with every hoarse gasp. "Equivalent to approximately one millennium of corrective administration. I guess they wanted to give you a change to redeem yourself for the damage you've done. Parole was not denied to you, yet it must seem as unlikely to you as it would to anyone that you could get out of ten life sentences on good behavior alone..." The warden wheezed and reached for an oxygen mask. "That doesn't answer the question, does it?" I said coolly. "Hmm?" The warden uttered what might have passed for an interested reply, but it was mostly muffled by the oxygen mask. "You asked me if I knew why I was here. To tell you the truth, I don't remember. It must have been something bad to earn me ten lifetimes in this place. Tell me true, Warden - how long have I been here? Two hundred years? Two thousand?" The warden released his grip on the mask. "I cannot say. You were here when my predecessor was in charge, and his predecessor before him. Beyond that, I do not know, but I do know that you had been rotting in that cell since long before I was born. The records of your interment have all been expunged. We do not know your crimes, and yet it falls upon us to keep you locked away here. We do not interpret justice, we only enforce it. Do you understand?" He said glumly. "So you understand that I am ageless and immortal?" "I think it is you who does not understand. Here, you are indeed immortal. And out there, too. But especially here. Once you were mortal, but when you came here you were already unbound from the flow of time." He paused to catch his breath. I was already growing weary of his rebukes. My eyes darted around the room. I needed a weapon. A tool. Something. My train of thought was interrupted by the Warden laughing a half-cough half-chortle. "You never change, do you? Oh, if only you knew that you could have been gone from here so long ago if only you had taken a single minute from your ageless existence to think about all the wrong you've done in your life. To think about all those people you hurt, whose lives you cut short with your anger and greed." My gaze was transfixed on a razor sharp scalpel across the room. I began to shuffle my feet towards it, reaching out instinctively with my arm as if to will it towards me. "You don't want that. You want to go. To see your wife and child again. They want to see you redeem yourself, to make peace with your sins." Rage boiled in the blackest pits of my heart. "You don't know them. They're dead by now, and I'll be alive forever. If you won't release me, the next one will. Or the next one. It makes no difference." My fingers grasped the cold steel, my heart began to race again like it had before in some distant lifetime. The old warden could only chuckle. "Do it then. When my life ends by your hand, you start all over again. Just as before." I was so startled that I nearly dropped my blade. "What?" I asked in confusion. "You believe that you have been here for 200 years, but in reality it has been 200 years since you last murdered someone. Each time you sin, you forget a little more. Each time you slay, your old life slips away, and your thousand year penance stretches on for ages." He explained, his words crawling out from dry lungs. "How do you know that? How long have I been here?! How long?!" The warden gestured for me to come forward, though the scalpel was still in my hand. "...Closer." he rasped. When I was within whisper range, he spoke the truth directly to my ears. "Ten thousand years you have suffered here in damnation. Ten thousand long years. Do you remember now?" All the memories came flooding back at once. It was true - I had sinned and been sentenced to 1000 years in prison. But I had died there in that prison before I ever even served out 35 years. This was not the same prison. These were not the same walls surrounding me. This was different. When I came to, my hands were slick with hot blood. The medical instrument was jammed in the warden's chest. I did not even remember doing it, but in my rage I must have lost myself. The warden opened his mouth to speak, spitting up a dribble of blood that oozed from the corner of his mouth. "This wound... it is nothing. So close... you are so close this time. It is my time. I would have died anyway. It was a mercy. You don't need to remember me. You are already forgiven. But you must remember the others. This time... remember. You must... go..." The warden drifted off, and the cardiac monitor went flat. The guard captain burst in through the door and wrestled me to the ground, though I did not have the will or strength to fight back anymore. As I was being escorted back to solitary confinement, the warden's words rang inside my head. I swore that I would remember this time. That I would take the time to think of all the people who I had killed, but by the time the door of the solitary cell closed, and darkness surrounded me, I had already forgotten who or what I was meant to remember, and fear gripped hold of me once again. I was back in my own personal hell.	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I sat in the darkness. I was chained. I could not move. I could not see the bars I remember in front of me. Rocks and dust covered me. It had been this way for so very long. I remember the fire, the war, what I destroyed. How long ago, I cannot say. There is no concept of time. No sun. No light. I cannot die, but I wish it was possible. Instead, I sit in this endless darkness. A shift. A noise. Rocks falling. The sudden change snaps my mind from it’s numb state. Someone has returned. There is a splash of light and I can see again. The stone floor, the rocks that now cover most of me, and the great chains binding me to this hell. The light shifts up and down. Figures enter the room. People, perhaps even the celestials that trapped me here. No. They are mortals, the largest among them no larger than one of my fangs. One of them wears strange armor, a machine, gently chugging away, spewing smoke. They have no swords, or axes. They must be armed, to have gotten through the monsters guarding me, but I see no weapons I can recognize. They look about the room, searching about with their lights. I can sense them, dimly through my mind ring. A humble and silent fighter, the one wearing the machine. A careful, strategic thief, their leader. A caring, kind healer, no, a different, new word. nurse. A caring nurse. A charismatic .... Scientist. A humble, old historian. “What’s that?” The nurse calls out, her voice echoing through the cavern. “It may be… a dragon, yes, a statue of a dragon. They died out thousands of years ago,” said the historian. His voice was raspy. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it.”, said the thief. I began to probe the mind of the nurse. She was caring … and curious. I made the smallest of suggestions, drawing attention to the pedestal near the center of the room. She stared at it for a moment. The others were still looking at me. She walked closer, drawn to it. She slowly reached out, in the slowest of motions, and touched the pedestal. A wave of green light surged from the pedestal. She was blown back ten feet and landed in a heap. The fighter was the first to react, running to her aid. I sensed some hidden emotion from him, perhaps love. I did not care. After so long, so very long, I was seeing freedom. I could almost touch it. With as much strength as I could muster I pulled on my chains. Rocks shifted and tumbled. The rock that encased me for so long was broken. The band of “heros” were in complete disarray. I took my right claw and swept at the the fighter and the nurse, just as you might crush an insect. The fighter tried to pick up the nurse and run, but he only fell back, his legs, and the nurse crushed. He screamed and started… attacking? He had something that was making lots of noise and light. I searched his mind. Firearm. His firearm was bothersome. I swept him aside. With my precise hearing I could hear his bones shatter as he hit the wall. I focused my attention on the historian and the thief. The Thief was screaming at the historian, who was petrified. As I broke free from my other chains they started running. I gave chase, searching the mind of the historian as I did. They ran through a small opening in the great doors that allowed me into my prison. I simply crashed through them. The world was different now. The celestials were dead now. The other dragons were dead too. Progress was made, and now machines took place of the old magicians. Constructs, airships, rail travel, mechanical armor suits, so many new things. And none of them could kill me. Perhaps, in the old world, some great wizard would destroy me. But they were gone. Machines replaced the great skills of grand masters. More efficient perhaps, but not as powerful. I decided I had learned enough. I willed myself to bring forth the fire in my heart. That familiar burning came to my throat, a feeling I had not felt for so long. I opened my maw and flame emerged. I burned them, I burned the corridor, I burned the doors. When I was done, I continued down the hall, knocking down pillars and statues as I did, revelling in my freedom. As I came to the last door I bowed. Gently pushing my way through, I came out into the world. The open sky howled at me and I howled back. The free wind blew snow past me. I was on a mountain, the mountain that imprisoned me for so long. I looked all about myself. In the distance, I saw a city. A so-called “technological marvel”. I spread my great wings. So long since I felt flight. I pushed the air under them and took to the air. The world has forgotten dragon fire. I think I will remind them.	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My eyes open harshly to the same view I've woken up to for as long as I can remember. The sun beams directly in to my eyes through a tiny, barred window that sits at the top of the left wall. I move my head out of the sun's blinding light. I see the heavy cast iron door across the way, barely out of reach from where I lay. "Another day" I say to myself. I rise from by bed, careful not to bump my head on the ceiling. It's just low enough that I have to walk with a little hunch in my back. I do my usual routine. Two steps forward, two steps left, and two steps back. That's all I have room for. I sit back on my bed. How did I even get thrown in here? How long has it been? I've tried to keep track, scratching tallies in to the cell wall. After I ran out of space, I started tallying horizontally, over the existing vertical ones. Then I ran out of space again, and I gave up. I realized that no one is coming back, no point to it anymore. I barely remember when I stopped. Someone has to come back though, right? I just know it. This can't be the end of me. I'm one of the few immortals. There are more of my kind out there, they have to be looking for me. 'Stop with the false hope,' I tell myself, 'it's pointless.' "It's not pointless," I respond. "I'm like Sisyphus. He was condemned to push a boulder uphill all day long, only to watch it roll back down. Even if living day to day is pointless, life still has meaning." I stop talking. Sometimes I forget that I'm the only person in this cell. It's getting so hard to tell reality from fiction. I walk, hunched, over to the window. At least I have this view. It's not much of a view, just a huge dirt patch with a forest in the distance. But it keeps me sane. One day, I'll see something come from the forest to rescue me. Wait. What's that? Is that a figure in the distance? 'Don't get excited.' "Shut up!" I yell, "This is something. Something hasn't happened in so long." It's getting closer. It looks like some kind of lump. But no. I hear them. I hear voices. It's a group of people! As they're getting closer I see it's a group of soldiers, armed with swords, clubs, and shields. "Help!" I yell, "please, for the love of the gods, save me!" They hear me. I can hardly believe it! I see them clamor out of sight, around the side of the building. I hear bustling noises outside of my cell. A door has been knocked down. They must be inside the prison! A heavy knocking sound comes from my cell door. "Oi!" they yell, "Don't worry we'll get you out of there!" "It's been so long! Please hurry!" I yell back, tears of joy streaming from my face. CRASH! A deafening noise rings from the cell door. CRASH! CRASH! I see light streaming from the corners of the door as it slowly comes loose. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! The door starts to fall. Finally, sweet freedom! As the door hits the ground, a blinding light fills the room. But it's bright. Too bright. I wake to the sun shining directly in to my eyes through the tiny window on my wall. I divert my gaze back to the cell door, still intact. 'I told you not to get excited.'	"Death number two hundred and seventy-six," I mutter to myself adding another tally to the floor. I'm running out of space. I had to stop counting the days, not enough room in this box. All I know is that I've been here for so long that even the thought of masturbating isn't even enjoyable anymore— er I mean I've been here a while and thats all you need to know. Wait, am I having another conversation with myself? Shit, I guess I've finally lost it. Probably all the dying I've done over the years, they hear immortal and they don't realize I still die, just not permanently. Wait why am I explaining this to myself, I know how it works. Oh well. Suddenly I hear the door from down the hall start to open. A shadowy figure with one giant glowing eye peers inside and then slowly moves into the hallway. I can't quite make out any features, but the figure is slowly moving towards my cell. I quickly move to the back of my cell, retreating from the bright light. The figure comes to a stop directly in front of my cell and stands there for a few seconds. Suddenly the light flips off. "G'day mate, I've been lookin' all over for ya." I let out the deepest sigh that I have in years as I come to a realization of my situation. "Fucking Australians," I say aloud without being able to stop myself. I'm not surprised really considering the only people crazy enough to come here would be Australian. Can't say I'm not at least a little grateful though. "Well S'cuse you cunt, I'm here to save ya, let's get a move on we got missions to finish!" the man exclaimed. "How long has it been?" I ask as I make my way down the hall with him. "Well I'd say its been about five thousand years, ya got a lotta catchin' up to do, the Board ain't gonna be too happy to see ya." He hands me a jacket and gives me a smile that I feel like I've seen before, something familiar. "I guess some things never change huh, let's go then." We make it outside to a helicopter and take off, the Australian still giving me that same familiar smile. criticism is welcome, I've recently found a lot of motivation for writing and want to improve myself as much as possible, I'm not confident in my writing nor ideas and want to build something I can be confident in. Thank you.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	sound noise footsteps I stir. Something coming. Someone. I have slept. They approach. I listen. They are lost. I wait. They will come. I sleep. scream footsteps I wake. scream So have my guards. Metal sawing against bone. I will sleep. I will wake, if they live. footsteps They are almost here. I can feel them. I can feel the disturbance in the air. I can smell the fear. This is my chance. How long has passed? I stand and feel the stiffness in my joints. Centuries? shrug Millennia. Here they come. “Holy fuck, who is that?” They are tall and short, him and her. The word escapes me. Man. Woman. Man protects the Woman. He holds out a sharp tool in some semblance of defiance. She cowers behind him. No. It is a ruse. Woman holds something just out of sight. Before my chains, they would have died screaming for such an ill-advised challenge. “I am Mathias. They called me Dead of the Orion Arm. Blight of Andromeda. Sunset of the Markesians. Hand of Fear. God of Chaos.” No more, no less. Man pauses. Woman continues to shake. “Oh, fuck this! I’ll take my chances with those fucking things. I’m not staying here with Lister of Bullshit or whatever-the-fuck his name is!” Man turns to leave. My left hand twitches in its shackle. “No. We have to get out of here. He’s the first thing here that hasn’t tried to kill us on sight. Now, from what I can see, he’s in the same situation as us. If he gets out, we get out. After that, I don’t give a shit who he decides to go skull-fuck.” Man hesitates. So indecisive. Woman holds him tightly, until he waivers. They will help. Good. “Alright, what’s your deal? Why are you the only one here? What’s with the fucking nightmares we’ve been running from? What the fuck is this place?” “I am Mathias. I am imprisoned here for backing the wrong side in a war. My allies fell, but I still completed my duty. I was sentenced to spend one-thousand years imprisoned for my part in the Fall of Xijon. “ Man and Woman seem confused. I continue on undisturbed. “These... nightmares are my guards. I see the years have not been kind. They have gone mad, I believe their creators to be long extinct. They have gone on unsupervised for eons. So has this place. It is my prison, and as I had once come to believe, my tomb. Both have been abandoned by their engineers.” They share a look. Telepathy? No. I feel no disturbance at that level. Simple, non-verbal communication. “You said a thousand years, right?” “Yes.” “Everything here dates back at least ten-times that. We ran test after test to be sure. This place is older than anything we’ve seen so far. How are you still here?” I search for the words. “The creatures that bound me here feared me above all else. Tell me, child. If given the chance, would you risk your greatest fear escaping its bonds, or would you lock it away and leave it to rot? Would you not build it the perfect prison? A prison that would outlast you? Only a fool would not.” “That’s not what I-“ Another pause. Metal grinds against stone. The guards have heard our exchange. Their time is running out. “Oh fuck, they’re coming. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What do we do?” They begin to quake where they stand. “I can stop them.” They seem startled by my voice. Their surprise giving way to hope. Hope giving way to fear. They fully understand their predicament. “How.” A command disguised as a question. “To my kind, these guards are no more than caretakers. Tools. They can kill and maim, just as any tool can, but they present no danger to me. Release me. I will lay waste to any who cross this threshold.” The decision is made swiftly. They will take a dangerous chance over an inevitable death. This is their first, and last, mistake. As the man approaches, I cannot hold back my memories. I remember the screams of the younglings as they drowned in a river of their parents blood. I remember their Leader begging for answers. Where did I come from? Why am I doing this? I remember how he despaired at my answer. “Because I can.” I remember the sacrifice. How they turned to mysticism when their weapons failed them. I remember the sacrifice. A young female, snatched from the refugee camp. No time to waste. I remember the blood running across my chains, bonding them against my strength. I remember recognizing their incantation. And how to break it. The Man reaches my throne. He grabs at my shackles. He is dead before the sound reaches her ears. His body faces me, but his eyes watch her. I can only imagine what they convey. Fear? Betrayal? Accusation? My bonds fall away just as his body collapses. They are a decaying lock, falling to pieces around the key. She turns to run. His body kills her on impact. My “guards” descend upon them like hungry scavengers. I leave them to feast on their lifeless meat. My children did well driving the cattle to their slaughter, this meal is their reward. I have business elsewhere. I am Mathias. The Void. The All-Consuming Darkness. The Bloody Entropy. The Faceless Extinction. I am Death. I am Mathias the Undying. I have given the Markesians their head-start. Let us see just how far they ran. (I’m really trying to work on my writing and be more active in this sub. Please leave any criticism or compliments you may have in the comments. Any advice is appreciated)	-Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrkk- The screeching of my steel shiv, rusted over the centuries is the sound to start my day, as it has been for the past 36,425 days. I run my hand across a row of lines; from one corner to the next is what would have been my equivelant of 2 calendar months in 2016, before everything changed. Before the bite. Before Corpius. Before I gained nothing but a listless life of immortality and lost everything. My son.. What did he accomplish with my unfateful bargain? Was his life spared? Every day I wonder.. My wife.. What did she think of my atrocity? What did she tell everyone?? Did everyone die thinking I just walked out of their lives?? As I start pondering yet again about the outcome of my long gone familly; my thoughts are cutoff as a figure steps out of the shadows next to my only solace; myself. "Does it matter you fool? Now hurry up and feast before this madness that has befallen us begins to stir." He shakes his head and leans back into the shadows. And like that; I am alone again. Over the millenia; the bars that enclosed me have rusted and weakened, which became quite piliable for a vampire of my stature. Compared to my small cell, the vastness of this prision feels like a castle. I take care to not trip over the wires that power the few things I require for sustinance. First off I head into the lavatory to wash. When the plumbing collapsed I could not stand my own stench. A contraption is next to the only remaining sink; a tub of water with several homemade filters that drip down into another identical tub. With only a small amount of water; I needed a way to maintain some order of cleanliness. I take off my tattered rags and toss them to the side before drenching a browned rag, wiping the sweat and grime off. As I go over one of the several scars born from multiple attempts to end my seemingly eternal damnation; I drop to my knees in pain. The hunger. The god damn hunger. After finishing my wash, I throw those damned rags back on and make my descent down into the only other powered convienence I have, the kitchen. Being a vampire I only need one thing; blood. Without it, I begin to lose my grip on reality, which is where my 2 split personalities were born from. Bran is my firstborn decent into madness. He is like me in most ways; but he is very condescending of my choices in life and is my guardian from myself and our.. other companion, Don. We don't like to talk about him much because when I go too long without blood, he likes to take over.. I may just be crazy enough to enjoy talking to a wall and pretending like it's someone reading my life story on a phone, tablet or computer; but Don is simply vile. Once I arrive in my kitchen I open the small fridge, covered in mold and decay from stains long overgrown. The lights and cooling barely work anymore but it keeps my blood supply just right.. How did I get this, you ask??? Well about 50 years into my sentence, I snapped. 50 years of no blood is not a good idea to make a vampire go through. But little did Don realize that by killing EVERY. SINGLE. PRISONER. AND. GUARD in this hellhole, that we would have no way of escaping or getting out. I always prided myself on never having tasted the sin of human blood prior to this situation. During the brief year of my vampirism outside these walls, I was an avid consumer of cow's blood. But now I have taken my blood consumption and pinpointed it down to a science! I reach into the fridge and pull one of my 2 remaining jars of sealed blood, this one being nearly empty. I pour the remainder into a little cup that is quite reminiscant of a shot glass; "If only Jameson was in stock, huh?" I turn around to see Bran wiping the blood off of his chin before licking it off of his finger. "What do you want Bran?" I inquire; setting down the blood-caked glass. "What do I want, Brandon? What I want is to have taken our son to his first day of school. To kiss our wife good night one last time before we stepped foot in here. What I want is for you to never, EVER HAVE to.." We both stop dead in our tracks as a loud thud reverbs from the sealed entrance. Before I can question myself the building gives a quiet shake before a explosion blasts through the upper level, shaking everything in sight. The last jar of blood, my crimson velvet shatters against the floor; sending its contents to impurity. Before I can even register the impulse to lick the blood off of the floor I hear a voice... no... voices!!! I fly up the stairs and before I can even take a breath we make eye contact. To my left is a man.. of some sort. He appears human in physique but his features are unique.. Namely the blue skin to be precise. To my right is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, well maybe second to my wife.. but after 10000 years of masturbation she looks like the second coming of whatever God you want to believe in. Words can't befall any of us; the two.. explorers? seem to be absolutely stunned that I am down here and the feeling is quite mutual. "It took you Saints long enough to send someone down here." I start to feel anger, but the thought of being free begins to rush through me. Elated beyond relief I push both of them aside and rush through the entrance before being bombaded by sunlight. I howl as the pain sears through my entire body, smoke flaring off of my arms and body. I steady myself for a split moment and bask in th forbidden fruit of fresh air before the pain is too much. I run back down to my old domain and the two young adults are still in the same spot, seemingly frozen with.. something?? The male takes a look at me and his eyes open wide with glee. "A vampire!?!?! I had no idea there were any left on this planet. I always wanted to meet one." The female looks at him and then back at me, pointing her drawn pistol of some sort that she must have primed as if I was some kind of blood sucking sava.. Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. "Don't be a little kid Xandrice, he could be an enemy." She aims her sights straight at me and fires a shot through my abdomen, dropping me to the floor. "Nothing that has been down here for this long is something that we want to take risks with." "Mira!!!!!! What the fukdar was that for!? He could have needed our help! You co---" His speech stops as I get up from my little scrape, her jaw seems to be close to her perky breasts, which then I recieve a firm scowl from her. "Who are you and how did you survive this long?" "My name is.. Bran?.. Don?.. Oh, yeah! Brandon." I chuckle slightly. "You tend to forget the small things when you have been down here for-" "36244 days, right?" Xandrice chirps in "36245 actually. I counted." I remark "Damn the stars; my calculations were almost precise!!" He frowns and starts speaking to Mira in a odd language. She says a few words; one of them being that odd 'fukdar' word. He makes what seems to be a crude remark to her before extending his hand. "Lets try again. My name is Xandrice. This is Mira Waltson." With that last word, the name soars through my heart, soul and thoughts. Pictures of my family run vivid through my mind and for a moment, I can feel my son giving me a hug for the last time before he was pulled away from me. "Are you related to a Cam Waltson by chance, Mira?" I ponder, wondering how far she might be able to trace her-and maybe our family tree back.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	-Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrkk- The screeching of my steel shiv, rusted over the centuries is the sound to start my day, as it has been for the past 36,425 days. I run my hand across a row of lines; from one corner to the next is what would have been my equivelant of 2 calendar months in 2016, before everything changed. Before the bite. Before Corpius. Before I gained nothing but a listless life of immortality and lost everything. My son.. What did he accomplish with my unfateful bargain? Was his life spared? Every day I wonder.. My wife.. What did she think of my atrocity? What did she tell everyone?? Did everyone die thinking I just walked out of their lives?? As I start pondering yet again about the outcome of my long gone familly; my thoughts are cutoff as a figure steps out of the shadows next to my only solace; myself. "Does it matter you fool? Now hurry up and feast before this madness that has befallen us begins to stir." He shakes his head and leans back into the shadows. And like that; I am alone again. Over the millenia; the bars that enclosed me have rusted and weakened, which became quite piliable for a vampire of my stature. Compared to my small cell, the vastness of this prision feels like a castle. I take care to not trip over the wires that power the few things I require for sustinance. First off I head into the lavatory to wash. When the plumbing collapsed I could not stand my own stench. A contraption is next to the only remaining sink; a tub of water with several homemade filters that drip down into another identical tub. With only a small amount of water; I needed a way to maintain some order of cleanliness. I take off my tattered rags and toss them to the side before drenching a browned rag, wiping the sweat and grime off. As I go over one of the several scars born from multiple attempts to end my seemingly eternal damnation; I drop to my knees in pain. The hunger. The god damn hunger. After finishing my wash, I throw those damned rags back on and make my descent down into the only other powered convienence I have, the kitchen. Being a vampire I only need one thing; blood. Without it, I begin to lose my grip on reality, which is where my 2 split personalities were born from. Bran is my firstborn decent into madness. He is like me in most ways; but he is very condescending of my choices in life and is my guardian from myself and our.. other companion, Don. We don't like to talk about him much because when I go too long without blood, he likes to take over.. I may just be crazy enough to enjoy talking to a wall and pretending like it's someone reading my life story on a phone, tablet or computer; but Don is simply vile. Once I arrive in my kitchen I open the small fridge, covered in mold and decay from stains long overgrown. The lights and cooling barely work anymore but it keeps my blood supply just right.. How did I get this, you ask??? Well about 50 years into my sentence, I snapped. 50 years of no blood is not a good idea to make a vampire go through. But little did Don realize that by killing EVERY. SINGLE. PRISONER. AND. GUARD in this hellhole, that we would have no way of escaping or getting out. I always prided myself on never having tasted the sin of human blood prior to this situation. During the brief year of my vampirism outside these walls, I was an avid consumer of cow's blood. But now I have taken my blood consumption and pinpointed it down to a science! I reach into the fridge and pull one of my 2 remaining jars of sealed blood, this one being nearly empty. I pour the remainder into a little cup that is quite reminiscant of a shot glass; "If only Jameson was in stock, huh?" I turn around to see Bran wiping the blood off of his chin before licking it off of his finger. "What do you want Bran?" I inquire; setting down the blood-caked glass. "What do I want, Brandon? What I want is to have taken our son to his first day of school. To kiss our wife good night one last time before we stepped foot in here. What I want is for you to never, EVER HAVE to.." We both stop dead in our tracks as a loud thud reverbs from the sealed entrance. Before I can question myself the building gives a quiet shake before a explosion blasts through the upper level, shaking everything in sight. The last jar of blood, my crimson velvet shatters against the floor; sending its contents to impurity. Before I can even register the impulse to lick the blood off of the floor I hear a voice... no... voices!!! I fly up the stairs and before I can even take a breath we make eye contact. To my left is a man.. of some sort. He appears human in physique but his features are unique.. Namely the blue skin to be precise. To my right is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, well maybe second to my wife.. but after 10000 years of masturbation she looks like the second coming of whatever God you want to believe in. Words can't befall any of us; the two.. explorers? seem to be absolutely stunned that I am down here and the feeling is quite mutual. "It took you Saints long enough to send someone down here." I start to feel anger, but the thought of being free begins to rush through me. Elated beyond relief I push both of them aside and rush through the entrance before being bombaded by sunlight. I howl as the pain sears through my entire body, smoke flaring off of my arms and body. I steady myself for a split moment and bask in th forbidden fruit of fresh air before the pain is too much. I run back down to my old domain and the two young adults are still in the same spot, seemingly frozen with.. something?? The male takes a look at me and his eyes open wide with glee. "A vampire!?!?! I had no idea there were any left on this planet. I always wanted to meet one." The female looks at him and then back at me, pointing her drawn pistol of some sort that she must have primed as if I was some kind of blood sucking sava.. Oh yeah. I'm a vampire. "Don't be a little kid Xandrice, he could be an enemy." She aims her sights straight at me and fires a shot through my abdomen, dropping me to the floor. "Nothing that has been down here for this long is something that we want to take risks with." "Mira!!!!!! What the fukdar was that for!? He could have needed our help! You co---" His speech stops as I get up from my little scrape, her jaw seems to be close to her perky breasts, which then I recieve a firm scowl from her. "Who are you and how did you survive this long?" "My name is.. Bran?.. Don?.. Oh, yeah! Brandon." I chuckle slightly. "You tend to forget the small things when you have been down here for-" "36244 days, right?" Xandrice chirps in "36245 actually. I counted." I remark "Damn the stars; my calculations were almost precise!!" He frowns and starts speaking to Mira in a odd language. She says a few words; one of them being that odd 'fukdar' word. He makes what seems to be a crude remark to her before extending his hand. "Lets try again. My name is Xandrice. This is Mira Waltson." With that last word, the name soars through my heart, soul and thoughts. Pictures of my family run vivid through my mind and for a moment, I can feel my son giving me a hug for the last time before he was pulled away from me. "Are you related to a Cam Waltson by chance, Mira?" I ponder, wondering how far she might be able to trace her-and maybe our family tree back.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	Ice. My name is Ice. My memory fades with each set of the half forgotten sun, but I can remember that much. Year... Unknown. I lost track at ten thousand and four. I was imprisoned for... Unknown. Can't remember at this point. Its faded with the marks on the wall I scratched in at year eighty three. I think that was the year I went mad. I got bored of that somewhere around year six hundred and regained my sanity through focus and sheer boredom. A powerful thing, boredom is. A great many things have been done, not for any specific reason, but because there was no reason not to. Ice. My name is Ice. I don't remember much, but fortunately, muscle memory is hard to forget. I stand to my feet and stretch my muscles for exercise. Being freed would be pointless if I couldn't move my muscles. I touch my toes to the sound of several audible cracks from my spine. After ensuring my muscles won't cramp mid exersise, I begin my katas slowly. No sword to practice with, but the motions are hard to forget. Need to remember, to keep my sanity. The path back from madness was rather annoying and I'd much rather not do it again. After katas, martial arts. One of my own invention. The name has long been lost, but the memory in my bones is as set as my marrow. My last exersise involves the water and I focus my attention to it. The small stream that flows through the bottom of my cell from the rocks around surrounding it provides my hydration and way of waste disposal. I close my eyes and with a wave of my hand I draw out a tendril of water. I feel it in the air, a sixth sense if you will. I let it flow around my body for a few moments, relishing in my control of my element. I clenched my fist and the water obeyed my mental command, forming a face I could no longer put a name to. I opened my eyes and stared for a long while in a vain attempt to recall a name to go with. She was beautiful, I am sure, at one time. She couldn't possibly be alive anymore, unless she was also immortal. I had forgotten a great many things, it was possible. That didn't matter anymore though, all that mattered was that I keep this face imprinted on my brain. As long as I had some anchors, I could keep my sanity this time. My name, my katas, my art, my... Love? It was hard to say. He could definitely fall in love with a face like that. With a sigh he let it go and she splashed to the floor with his spirit. Well, time to meditate, maybe I could find another- what was that? I focused my hearing to hear what I thought I heard. Surely the madness couldn't be returning yet? I didn't feel mad, but, would I feel mad if I was indeed going mad? No. There was definitely a sound there. Metal on rock, but... Also deep growling. A continuous, echoing growl. I focused my sixth sense into the rock. There were bits of water in the rocks I could sense, but not much more than that. I moved my focus further towards the sound. Yes! Small, concentrated pockets of water. Human bodies. I was going to be freed. Free at last. I could barely contain myself, as I paced around the small room. Only minutes left until they arrived. That growling was getting louder and louder as the pockets of water that I identified as humans approached. I had a rough plan set out. I would pretend to be a corpse, or as best I could under the circumstances. A very well preserved corpse was more unbelievably than a living being buried in a tomb untouched for millenia. The growling stopped and I heard faint voices. "Yeah, we're coming to the air pocket now. It seems man-made, boss." There was a pause as he listened to someone speak, but I didn't hear anyone else talking. "Well, this is definitely brick, I'm not a moron, boss. Unless you think the earth somehow makes brickea ten miles underground." Another pause. "Yeah, well... No, listen... I get it, boss. Alright. Alright, late." There was the sound of some unintelligible muttering. "A'ight! Jimmy, grab a pick axe. We do it manually from here. Small bit at a time. Boss says the archeologist is on his way, but it'll be another four hours. We cant sit around for that long, so we go very careful. See if you can just get that one brick to get a peak inside." I waited with waning patience as, excruciatingly slowly, I watched a brick fall apart. Mecifully, it did, revealing the first light I'd seen that wasn't the solitary undying one in my cell. "Hey, Juan. You're gonna wanna see this, man." "What is it? Gold?" "Nah, man, just look. Its a dead guy." "Woah, must be one of those weird mummy things that never rot. This is big, man. We're gonna be on TV and shit." "Shit, man, you're right. I hope that archeologist guy gets here soon." I was too close to wait another four hours. They were this close, that meant they had a tunnel to the surface. That was good enough for me. I waited until they were away from the hole until I put my face to it. It was almost big enough for my head to fit through, but not much else. Well, when there's a will... I drew upon the water once again, but brute strength wouldn't due here. I was not going to taste freedom only for my prison to collapse on me. I formed the water into a thin, flat sliver and pressed it against the meeting point of the bricks. I moved it back and forth like a saw, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I worked my way through the rock, finally reaching the other side. Rinse, wash, repeat. I had gotten three bricks cut out before the two men from earier returned. "Yo, Jimmy! Holy shit! This fuckers al-" I silenced him by moving the water in his brain four inches to the right. He collapsed without another sound. Juan came running and met a similar fate. I didn't worry about being quiet anymore and soon I took my first step out in, well, since I can remember. My name is Ice, I will be free. I made my way up their tunnel. I was surprised at the size of their, whatever that was. I'd seen whales in the ocean, and this was of comparable size. But it had a strange spiral cylinder at the front the size of a caravan. That must be how they made the tunnel so deep. No matter. I could learn about this new world after I'd seen the sun. Nothing would stand in my way. I took Juans clothing. An orange tunic that seemed to reflect the light. All my other clothes had long since withered away, leaving me open to the elements. His pants were rough, but I would deal. I started running up the slope of the tunnel, to freedom. My way was mostly clear, until I got near the top. There was a group of people looking at a scroll that resembled a map. One of them looked at me and approached. I readied myself for more combat but waited to see what he wanted. "You knew here?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but I had not needed my voice is a long time. It failed me. I nodded once and he smiled. "I can tell, you forgot your hardhat. We got extra in the office, but don't let me catch you without it again." I nodded again and went to where he pointed out the office. On the way I tried to hum to get my vocal chords stimulated again. I have to admit, it hurt a bit. I hummed a song that I heard from somewhere. I matched the sound with that beautiful face. Maybe she hummed it to me? Could be. No matter. To freedom. I saw sunlight up ahead and picked up my pace. It was right there, I was almost free. I emerged into natural light for the first time in my memory. I spread my arms and basked for a long, gorgeous moment. My name is Ice. I am free.	Being an immortal is hard. Plenty of chances to fuck up. Plenty of ways to get trapped forever. Get forknapped by Nine Lives, lose your stack on some god-forsaken exoplanet, or just get trapped in an indenture contract in the inner system or Extropia. Still, suppose it's better than being mortal, like the poor sods in the Jovian Junta. 'Course, that's what I thought before I got handed a 1000 year prison sentence on Mars. See, that sounds bad, and it is, but it isn't really 1000 years. It's more like a couple days in a time accelerated simulspace, packed to the brim with psychosurgical procedures and behavioral reinforcement. Idea is, when I come out of it, I'll never commit a crime again. The downside is, this predicates on them being able to get me out. Normally, not too hard. Course, when the Barsoomians launch an assault on the prison facility and lock down outgoing mesh connections, you can get trapped pretty easy. Still, those freedom fighters, or terrorists depending on your PoV, just can't hold out against the Planetary Consortium for long. But you have to plan ahead for these things. That's why backup insurance exists...just load a copy of your brain into cold storage and reload it if something happens to you. Only problem is, what if reports of your death are exaggerated? ------------------------ "Greetings inmate #37829. After 7.2 days, the Planetary Consortium's valiant soldiers have liberated this facility from the Barsoomian Terrorists. Unfortunately, as per your backup policy, a backup of yours was loaded and served your sentence. Per PC regulations, you are now considered an errant fork, and are subject to summary deletion. Have a nice day!" Well fu- ------------------------------ Inspired by Eclipse Phase.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	The guard poked at the small of my back, trying to force me forward. I was in no hurry, I had all the time in the world. "No funny business, 'ya hear? Get in there, talk to the Warden, and get the fuck out. Got it? I've got my eye on you." He said, his voice dripping with contempt. The Warden had summoned me to the infirmary. You see, I had outlived three previous wardens. This one is the fourth to latchkey me. No matter, he'll soon be dead too. The iron and steel door creaked open, the red cross emblazoned on the door had rusted away, though I was sure I could remember a time when the door still reeked of fresh paint . "Enter." A weak voice beckoned. I crossed the threshold, my manacles and iron bonds clinking and clanking on the cool linoleum floor, my breath heavy and hot from recirculating in the leather bondage on my head. "Captain, please remove his mask. It is difficult enough to communicate half dead as I am. Then wait outside, if you please. I will send for you if needed" The Warden rasped. He was on his deathbed. The infirmary was devoid of any nursing staff, or indeed even any other prisoners. We were alone as the guard Captain slammed the heavy door shut behind us. For a long time, we said nothing to one another. I stood there, listening to the sound of the cardiac monitor drone out a steady beep...beep...beep.... It was only after I realized the Warden had to take a deep breath and summon the strength from somewhere within to speak to me loud enough to hear. "You've been here a long time. Perhaps even longer than you know. Do you know why you are here?" He asked, and then answered without waiting for my reply, "Ten consecutive life sentences..." He coughed and spewed up bile, his hollow eyes rattling in his skull with every hoarse gasp. "Equivalent to approximately one millennium of corrective administration. I guess they wanted to give you a change to redeem yourself for the damage you've done. Parole was not denied to you, yet it must seem as unlikely to you as it would to anyone that you could get out of ten life sentences on good behavior alone..." The warden wheezed and reached for an oxygen mask. "That doesn't answer the question, does it?" I said coolly. "Hmm?" The warden uttered what might have passed for an interested reply, but it was mostly muffled by the oxygen mask. "You asked me if I knew why I was here. To tell you the truth, I don't remember. It must have been something bad to earn me ten lifetimes in this place. Tell me true, Warden - how long have I been here? Two hundred years? Two thousand?" The warden released his grip on the mask. "I cannot say. You were here when my predecessor was in charge, and his predecessor before him. Beyond that, I do not know, but I do know that you had been rotting in that cell since long before I was born. The records of your interment have all been expunged. We do not know your crimes, and yet it falls upon us to keep you locked away here. We do not interpret justice, we only enforce it. Do you understand?" He said glumly. "So you understand that I am ageless and immortal?" "I think it is you who does not understand. Here, you are indeed immortal. And out there, too. But especially here. Once you were mortal, but when you came here you were already unbound from the flow of time." He paused to catch his breath. I was already growing weary of his rebukes. My eyes darted around the room. I needed a weapon. A tool. Something. My train of thought was interrupted by the Warden laughing a half-cough half-chortle. "You never change, do you? Oh, if only you knew that you could have been gone from here so long ago if only you had taken a single minute from your ageless existence to think about all the wrong you've done in your life. To think about all those people you hurt, whose lives you cut short with your anger and greed." My gaze was transfixed on a razor sharp scalpel across the room. I began to shuffle my feet towards it, reaching out instinctively with my arm as if to will it towards me. "You don't want that. You want to go. To see your wife and child again. They want to see you redeem yourself, to make peace with your sins." Rage boiled in the blackest pits of my heart. "You don't know them. They're dead by now, and I'll be alive forever. If you won't release me, the next one will. Or the next one. It makes no difference." My fingers grasped the cold steel, my heart began to race again like it had before in some distant lifetime. The old warden could only chuckle. "Do it then. When my life ends by your hand, you start all over again. Just as before." I was so startled that I nearly dropped my blade. "What?" I asked in confusion. "You believe that you have been here for 200 years, but in reality it has been 200 years since you last murdered someone. Each time you sin, you forget a little more. Each time you slay, your old life slips away, and your thousand year penance stretches on for ages." He explained, his words crawling out from dry lungs. "How do you know that? How long have I been here?! How long?!" The warden gestured for me to come forward, though the scalpel was still in my hand. "...Closer." he rasped. When I was within whisper range, he spoke the truth directly to my ears. "Ten thousand years you have suffered here in damnation. Ten thousand long years. Do you remember now?" All the memories came flooding back at once. It was true - I had sinned and been sentenced to 1000 years in prison. But I had died there in that prison before I ever even served out 35 years. This was not the same prison. These were not the same walls surrounding me. This was different. When I came to, my hands were slick with hot blood. The medical instrument was jammed in the warden's chest. I did not even remember doing it, but in my rage I must have lost myself. The warden opened his mouth to speak, spitting up a dribble of blood that oozed from the corner of his mouth. "This wound... it is nothing. So close... you are so close this time. It is my time. I would have died anyway. It was a mercy. You don't need to remember me. You are already forgiven. But you must remember the others. This time... remember. You must... go..." The warden drifted off, and the cardiac monitor went flat. The guard captain burst in through the door and wrestled me to the ground, though I did not have the will or strength to fight back anymore. As I was being escorted back to solitary confinement, the warden's words rang inside my head. I swore that I would remember this time. That I would take the time to think of all the people who I had killed, but by the time the door of the solitary cell closed, and darkness surrounded me, I had already forgotten who or what I was meant to remember, and fear gripped hold of me once again. I was back in my own personal hell.	Being an immortal is hard. Plenty of chances to fuck up. Plenty of ways to get trapped forever. Get forknapped by Nine Lives, lose your stack on some god-forsaken exoplanet, or just get trapped in an indenture contract in the inner system or Extropia. Still, suppose it's better than being mortal, like the poor sods in the Jovian Junta. 'Course, that's what I thought before I got handed a 1000 year prison sentence on Mars. See, that sounds bad, and it is, but it isn't really 1000 years. It's more like a couple days in a time accelerated simulspace, packed to the brim with psychosurgical procedures and behavioral reinforcement. Idea is, when I come out of it, I'll never commit a crime again. The downside is, this predicates on them being able to get me out. Normally, not too hard. Course, when the Barsoomians launch an assault on the prison facility and lock down outgoing mesh connections, you can get trapped pretty easy. Still, those freedom fighters, or terrorists depending on your PoV, just can't hold out against the Planetary Consortium for long. But you have to plan ahead for these things. That's why backup insurance exists...just load a copy of your brain into cold storage and reload it if something happens to you. Only problem is, what if reports of your death are exaggerated? ------------------------ "Greetings inmate #37829. After 7.2 days, the Planetary Consortium's valiant soldiers have liberated this facility from the Barsoomian Terrorists. Unfortunately, as per your backup policy, a backup of yours was loaded and served your sentence. Per PC regulations, you are now considered an errant fork, and are subject to summary deletion. Have a nice day!" Well fu- ------------------------------ Inspired by Eclipse Phase.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	I sat in the darkness. I was chained. I could not move. I could not see the bars I remember in front of me. Rocks and dust covered me. It had been this way for so very long. I remember the fire, the war, what I destroyed. How long ago, I cannot say. There is no concept of time. No sun. No light. I cannot die, but I wish it was possible. Instead, I sit in this endless darkness. A shift. A noise. Rocks falling. The sudden change snaps my mind from it’s numb state. Someone has returned. There is a splash of light and I can see again. The stone floor, the rocks that now cover most of me, and the great chains binding me to this hell. The light shifts up and down. Figures enter the room. People, perhaps even the celestials that trapped me here. No. They are mortals, the largest among them no larger than one of my fangs. One of them wears strange armor, a machine, gently chugging away, spewing smoke. They have no swords, or axes. They must be armed, to have gotten through the monsters guarding me, but I see no weapons I can recognize. They look about the room, searching about with their lights. I can sense them, dimly through my mind ring. A humble and silent fighter, the one wearing the machine. A careful, strategic thief, their leader. A caring, kind healer, no, a different, new word. nurse. A caring nurse. A charismatic .... Scientist. A humble, old historian. “What’s that?” The nurse calls out, her voice echoing through the cavern. “It may be… a dragon, yes, a statue of a dragon. They died out thousands of years ago,” said the historian. His voice was raspy. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it.”, said the thief. I began to probe the mind of the nurse. She was caring … and curious. I made the smallest of suggestions, drawing attention to the pedestal near the center of the room. She stared at it for a moment. The others were still looking at me. She walked closer, drawn to it. She slowly reached out, in the slowest of motions, and touched the pedestal. A wave of green light surged from the pedestal. She was blown back ten feet and landed in a heap. The fighter was the first to react, running to her aid. I sensed some hidden emotion from him, perhaps love. I did not care. After so long, so very long, I was seeing freedom. I could almost touch it. With as much strength as I could muster I pulled on my chains. Rocks shifted and tumbled. The rock that encased me for so long was broken. The band of “heros” were in complete disarray. I took my right claw and swept at the the fighter and the nurse, just as you might crush an insect. The fighter tried to pick up the nurse and run, but he only fell back, his legs, and the nurse crushed. He screamed and started… attacking? He had something that was making lots of noise and light. I searched his mind. Firearm. His firearm was bothersome. I swept him aside. With my precise hearing I could hear his bones shatter as he hit the wall. I focused my attention on the historian and the thief. The Thief was screaming at the historian, who was petrified. As I broke free from my other chains they started running. I gave chase, searching the mind of the historian as I did. They ran through a small opening in the great doors that allowed me into my prison. I simply crashed through them. The world was different now. The celestials were dead now. The other dragons were dead too. Progress was made, and now machines took place of the old magicians. Constructs, airships, rail travel, mechanical armor suits, so many new things. And none of them could kill me. Perhaps, in the old world, some great wizard would destroy me. But they were gone. Machines replaced the great skills of grand masters. More efficient perhaps, but not as powerful. I decided I had learned enough. I willed myself to bring forth the fire in my heart. That familiar burning came to my throat, a feeling I had not felt for so long. I opened my maw and flame emerged. I burned them, I burned the corridor, I burned the doors. When I was done, I continued down the hall, knocking down pillars and statues as I did, revelling in my freedom. As I came to the last door I bowed. Gently pushing my way through, I came out into the world. The open sky howled at me and I howled back. The free wind blew snow past me. I was on a mountain, the mountain that imprisoned me for so long. I looked all about myself. In the distance, I saw a city. A so-called “technological marvel”. I spread my great wings. So long since I felt flight. I pushed the air under them and took to the air. The world has forgotten dragon fire. I think I will remind them.	Being an immortal is hard. Plenty of chances to fuck up. Plenty of ways to get trapped forever. Get forknapped by Nine Lives, lose your stack on some god-forsaken exoplanet, or just get trapped in an indenture contract in the inner system or Extropia. Still, suppose it's better than being mortal, like the poor sods in the Jovian Junta. 'Course, that's what I thought before I got handed a 1000 year prison sentence on Mars. See, that sounds bad, and it is, but it isn't really 1000 years. It's more like a couple days in a time accelerated simulspace, packed to the brim with psychosurgical procedures and behavioral reinforcement. Idea is, when I come out of it, I'll never commit a crime again. The downside is, this predicates on them being able to get me out. Normally, not too hard. Course, when the Barsoomians launch an assault on the prison facility and lock down outgoing mesh connections, you can get trapped pretty easy. Still, those freedom fighters, or terrorists depending on your PoV, just can't hold out against the Planetary Consortium for long. But you have to plan ahead for these things. That's why backup insurance exists...just load a copy of your brain into cold storage and reload it if something happens to you. Only problem is, what if reports of your death are exaggerated? ------------------------ "Greetings inmate #37829. After 7.2 days, the Planetary Consortium's valiant soldiers have liberated this facility from the Barsoomian Terrorists. Unfortunately, as per your backup policy, a backup of yours was loaded and served your sentence. Per PC regulations, you are now considered an errant fork, and are subject to summary deletion. Have a nice day!" Well fu- ------------------------------ Inspired by Eclipse Phase.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My eyes open harshly to the same view I've woken up to for as long as I can remember. The sun beams directly in to my eyes through a tiny, barred window that sits at the top of the left wall. I move my head out of the sun's blinding light. I see the heavy cast iron door across the way, barely out of reach from where I lay. "Another day" I say to myself. I rise from by bed, careful not to bump my head on the ceiling. It's just low enough that I have to walk with a little hunch in my back. I do my usual routine. Two steps forward, two steps left, and two steps back. That's all I have room for. I sit back on my bed. How did I even get thrown in here? How long has it been? I've tried to keep track, scratching tallies in to the cell wall. After I ran out of space, I started tallying horizontally, over the existing vertical ones. Then I ran out of space again, and I gave up. I realized that no one is coming back, no point to it anymore. I barely remember when I stopped. Someone has to come back though, right? I just know it. This can't be the end of me. I'm one of the few immortals. There are more of my kind out there, they have to be looking for me. 'Stop with the false hope,' I tell myself, 'it's pointless.' "It's not pointless," I respond. "I'm like Sisyphus. He was condemned to push a boulder uphill all day long, only to watch it roll back down. Even if living day to day is pointless, life still has meaning." I stop talking. Sometimes I forget that I'm the only person in this cell. It's getting so hard to tell reality from fiction. I walk, hunched, over to the window. At least I have this view. It's not much of a view, just a huge dirt patch with a forest in the distance. But it keeps me sane. One day, I'll see something come from the forest to rescue me. Wait. What's that? Is that a figure in the distance? 'Don't get excited.' "Shut up!" I yell, "This is something. Something hasn't happened in so long." It's getting closer. It looks like some kind of lump. But no. I hear them. I hear voices. It's a group of people! As they're getting closer I see it's a group of soldiers, armed with swords, clubs, and shields. "Help!" I yell, "please, for the love of the gods, save me!" They hear me. I can hardly believe it! I see them clamor out of sight, around the side of the building. I hear bustling noises outside of my cell. A door has been knocked down. They must be inside the prison! A heavy knocking sound comes from my cell door. "Oi!" they yell, "Don't worry we'll get you out of there!" "It's been so long! Please hurry!" I yell back, tears of joy streaming from my face. CRASH! A deafening noise rings from the cell door. CRASH! CRASH! I see light streaming from the corners of the door as it slowly comes loose. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! The door starts to fall. Finally, sweet freedom! As the door hits the ground, a blinding light fills the room. But it's bright. Too bright. I wake to the sun shining directly in to my eyes through the tiny window on my wall. I divert my gaze back to the cell door, still intact. 'I told you not to get excited.'	Being an immortal is hard. Plenty of chances to fuck up. Plenty of ways to get trapped forever. Get forknapped by Nine Lives, lose your stack on some god-forsaken exoplanet, or just get trapped in an indenture contract in the inner system or Extropia. Still, suppose it's better than being mortal, like the poor sods in the Jovian Junta. 'Course, that's what I thought before I got handed a 1000 year prison sentence on Mars. See, that sounds bad, and it is, but it isn't really 1000 years. It's more like a couple days in a time accelerated simulspace, packed to the brim with psychosurgical procedures and behavioral reinforcement. Idea is, when I come out of it, I'll never commit a crime again. The downside is, this predicates on them being able to get me out. Normally, not too hard. Course, when the Barsoomians launch an assault on the prison facility and lock down outgoing mesh connections, you can get trapped pretty easy. Still, those freedom fighters, or terrorists depending on your PoV, just can't hold out against the Planetary Consortium for long. But you have to plan ahead for these things. That's why backup insurance exists...just load a copy of your brain into cold storage and reload it if something happens to you. Only problem is, what if reports of your death are exaggerated? ------------------------ "Greetings inmate #37829. After 7.2 days, the Planetary Consortium's valiant soldiers have liberated this facility from the Barsoomian Terrorists. Unfortunately, as per your backup policy, a backup of yours was loaded and served your sentence. Per PC regulations, you are now considered an errant fork, and are subject to summary deletion. Have a nice day!" Well fu- ------------------------------ Inspired by Eclipse Phase.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My eyes open harshly to the same view I've woken up to for as long as I can remember. The sun beams directly in to my eyes through a tiny, barred window that sits at the top of the left wall. I move my head out of the sun's blinding light. I see the heavy cast iron door across the way, barely out of reach from where I lay. "Another day" I say to myself. I rise from by bed, careful not to bump my head on the ceiling. It's just low enough that I have to walk with a little hunch in my back. I do my usual routine. Two steps forward, two steps left, and two steps back. That's all I have room for. I sit back on my bed. How did I even get thrown in here? How long has it been? I've tried to keep track, scratching tallies in to the cell wall. After I ran out of space, I started tallying horizontally, over the existing vertical ones. Then I ran out of space again, and I gave up. I realized that no one is coming back, no point to it anymore. I barely remember when I stopped. Someone has to come back though, right? I just know it. This can't be the end of me. I'm one of the few immortals. There are more of my kind out there, they have to be looking for me. 'Stop with the false hope,' I tell myself, 'it's pointless.' "It's not pointless," I respond. "I'm like Sisyphus. He was condemned to push a boulder uphill all day long, only to watch it roll back down. Even if living day to day is pointless, life still has meaning." I stop talking. Sometimes I forget that I'm the only person in this cell. It's getting so hard to tell reality from fiction. I walk, hunched, over to the window. At least I have this view. It's not much of a view, just a huge dirt patch with a forest in the distance. But it keeps me sane. One day, I'll see something come from the forest to rescue me. Wait. What's that? Is that a figure in the distance? 'Don't get excited.' "Shut up!" I yell, "This is something. Something hasn't happened in so long." It's getting closer. It looks like some kind of lump. But no. I hear them. I hear voices. It's a group of people! As they're getting closer I see it's a group of soldiers, armed with swords, clubs, and shields. "Help!" I yell, "please, for the love of the gods, save me!" They hear me. I can hardly believe it! I see them clamor out of sight, around the side of the building. I hear bustling noises outside of my cell. A door has been knocked down. They must be inside the prison! A heavy knocking sound comes from my cell door. "Oi!" they yell, "Don't worry we'll get you out of there!" "It's been so long! Please hurry!" I yell back, tears of joy streaming from my face. CRASH! A deafening noise rings from the cell door. CRASH! CRASH! I see light streaming from the corners of the door as it slowly comes loose. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! The door starts to fall. Finally, sweet freedom! As the door hits the ground, a blinding light fills the room. But it's bright. Too bright. I wake to the sun shining directly in to my eyes through the tiny window on my wall. I divert my gaze back to the cell door, still intact. 'I told you not to get excited.'	I sat in the darkness. I was chained. I could not move. I could not see the bars I remember in front of me. Rocks and dust covered me. It had been this way for so very long. I remember the fire, the war, what I destroyed. How long ago, I cannot say. There is no concept of time. No sun. No light. I cannot die, but I wish it was possible. Instead, I sit in this endless darkness. A shift. A noise. Rocks falling. The sudden change snaps my mind from it’s numb state. Someone has returned. There is a splash of light and I can see again. The stone floor, the rocks that now cover most of me, and the great chains binding me to this hell. The light shifts up and down. Figures enter the room. People, perhaps even the celestials that trapped me here. No. They are mortals, the largest among them no larger than one of my fangs. One of them wears strange armor, a machine, gently chugging away, spewing smoke. They have no swords, or axes. They must be armed, to have gotten through the monsters guarding me, but I see no weapons I can recognize. They look about the room, searching about with their lights. I can sense them, dimly through my mind ring. A humble and silent fighter, the one wearing the machine. A careful, strategic thief, their leader. A caring, kind healer, no, a different, new word. nurse. A caring nurse. A charismatic .... Scientist. A humble, old historian. “What’s that?” The nurse calls out, her voice echoing through the cavern. “It may be… a dragon, yes, a statue of a dragon. They died out thousands of years ago,” said the historian. His voice was raspy. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it.”, said the thief. I began to probe the mind of the nurse. She was caring … and curious. I made the smallest of suggestions, drawing attention to the pedestal near the center of the room. She stared at it for a moment. The others were still looking at me. She walked closer, drawn to it. She slowly reached out, in the slowest of motions, and touched the pedestal. A wave of green light surged from the pedestal. She was blown back ten feet and landed in a heap. The fighter was the first to react, running to her aid. I sensed some hidden emotion from him, perhaps love. I did not care. After so long, so very long, I was seeing freedom. I could almost touch it. With as much strength as I could muster I pulled on my chains. Rocks shifted and tumbled. The rock that encased me for so long was broken. The band of “heros” were in complete disarray. I took my right claw and swept at the the fighter and the nurse, just as you might crush an insect. The fighter tried to pick up the nurse and run, but he only fell back, his legs, and the nurse crushed. He screamed and started… attacking? He had something that was making lots of noise and light. I searched his mind. Firearm. His firearm was bothersome. I swept him aside. With my precise hearing I could hear his bones shatter as he hit the wall. I focused my attention on the historian and the thief. The Thief was screaming at the historian, who was petrified. As I broke free from my other chains they started running. I gave chase, searching the mind of the historian as I did. They ran through a small opening in the great doors that allowed me into my prison. I simply crashed through them. The world was different now. The celestials were dead now. The other dragons were dead too. Progress was made, and now machines took place of the old magicians. Constructs, airships, rail travel, mechanical armor suits, so many new things. And none of them could kill me. Perhaps, in the old world, some great wizard would destroy me. But they were gone. Machines replaced the great skills of grand masters. More efficient perhaps, but not as powerful. I decided I had learned enough. I willed myself to bring forth the fire in my heart. That familiar burning came to my throat, a feeling I had not felt for so long. I opened my maw and flame emerged. I burned them, I burned the corridor, I burned the doors. When I was done, I continued down the hall, knocking down pillars and statues as I did, revelling in my freedom. As I came to the last door I bowed. Gently pushing my way through, I came out into the world. The open sky howled at me and I howled back. The free wind blew snow past me. I was on a mountain, the mountain that imprisoned me for so long. I looked all about myself. In the distance, I saw a city. A so-called “technological marvel”. I spread my great wings. So long since I felt flight. I pushed the air under them and took to the air. The world has forgotten dragon fire. I think I will remind them.
Optional: Your discoverers refuse to release you.	[WP] You are an immortal sentenced to 1000 years of imprisonment. After 200, your prison is forgotten. After 10,000 years, it is rediscovered.	My eyes open harshly to the same view I've woken up to for as long as I can remember. The sun beams directly in to my eyes through a tiny, barred window that sits at the top of the left wall. I move my head out of the sun's blinding light. I see the heavy cast iron door across the way, barely out of reach from where I lay. "Another day" I say to myself. I rise from by bed, careful not to bump my head on the ceiling. It's just low enough that I have to walk with a little hunch in my back. I do my usual routine. Two steps forward, two steps left, and two steps back. That's all I have room for. I sit back on my bed. How did I even get thrown in here? How long has it been? I've tried to keep track, scratching tallies in to the cell wall. After I ran out of space, I started tallying horizontally, over the existing vertical ones. Then I ran out of space again, and I gave up. I realized that no one is coming back, no point to it anymore. I barely remember when I stopped. Someone has to come back though, right? I just know it. This can't be the end of me. I'm one of the few immortals. There are more of my kind out there, they have to be looking for me. 'Stop with the false hope,' I tell myself, 'it's pointless.' "It's not pointless," I respond. "I'm like Sisyphus. He was condemned to push a boulder uphill all day long, only to watch it roll back down. Even if living day to day is pointless, life still has meaning." I stop talking. Sometimes I forget that I'm the only person in this cell. It's getting so hard to tell reality from fiction. I walk, hunched, over to the window. At least I have this view. It's not much of a view, just a huge dirt patch with a forest in the distance. But it keeps me sane. One day, I'll see something come from the forest to rescue me. Wait. What's that? Is that a figure in the distance? 'Don't get excited.' "Shut up!" I yell, "This is something. Something hasn't happened in so long." It's getting closer. It looks like some kind of lump. But no. I hear them. I hear voices. It's a group of people! As they're getting closer I see it's a group of soldiers, armed with swords, clubs, and shields. "Help!" I yell, "please, for the love of the gods, save me!" They hear me. I can hardly believe it! I see them clamor out of sight, around the side of the building. I hear bustling noises outside of my cell. A door has been knocked down. They must be inside the prison! A heavy knocking sound comes from my cell door. "Oi!" they yell, "Don't worry we'll get you out of there!" "It's been so long! Please hurry!" I yell back, tears of joy streaming from my face. CRASH! A deafening noise rings from the cell door. CRASH! CRASH! I see light streaming from the corners of the door as it slowly comes loose. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! The door starts to fall. Finally, sweet freedom! As the door hits the ground, a blinding light fills the room. But it's bright. Too bright. I wake to the sun shining directly in to my eyes through the tiny window on my wall. I divert my gaze back to the cell door, still intact. 'I told you not to get excited.'	I cannot remember my name. I cannot remember my face. All I know are the lives of those I have selfishly stolen. Long ago, after the last Ice Age, my existence was discovered. You see, I’m not from around here. Unfortunately, I cannot remember where I’m from or how I got here but the moment I do, I’m leaving. I cannot stay here any longer. Was I sent here on a mission? Was it yet another punishment? Some day I hope I can answer those questions. But this is not the time for that, you must be wondering what I’m doing here. Believe me or not, most don’t, I can possess the minds of others. My body looks like it is resting peacefully but my mind is running wild in someone elses’ temple. Like a resting body, you can awaken me from my “slumber” and bring me back, but to do typically has dire consequences. I only allow you to live now because you are my final chance at escape. You see, there are limits to my power. If someone’s mind is too strong, I cannot make a full connection with them. If I release my attempts, my potential victim only feels a momentary out of body experience. If I continue to press my way in, it usually ends in death. That’s where this hell comes in. I was living my life as a nomad, traveling between continents and groups of humans. I found a larger, more established group. They seemed in such great harmony among each other and among nature. They produced more than they needed and gave away the excess to those in need. They were so genuinely happy. I wanted that for myself. So I did what anyone in my position would do—I tried to take over the leader. To be the head of this group, to be so adored and unquestioningly followed… I could do so much! I could bring back the old technology that seemed like such a distant dream. I could move this group so far and so fast into the future that they would need something to hold themselves down. My plan was perfect! Unfortunately, it didn’t work out quite as planned. He was so strong, so different. He seemed more than human, which should have been my first hint to stop what I was doing and get as far away as possible. How brazen I was. How foolish. I had so much to learn. I made my first attempt on the tenth night of watching the tribe. I waited until he was asleep. it’s usually much easier when they are unconscious; you can try to play the whole thing off as a strange dream… that may never end. My first attempt went so horribly wrong that I was paralyzed for two days. I’d never felt such strength before! It made me curious… made me hungry to know what this human actually was. I gave myself some time to recover. I disguised myself as a vagrant in need of food to try to get the trust of the tribe and learn their secrets. Of course, I don’t need to eat or I’d have been dead long ago, but they didn’t know that. My second warning came when the chief could not take his eyes off of me. Back then I was quite beautiful so my pride took it as a compliment. I got my strength back up and tried again, this time after he had been out hunting. Perhaps if he was tired he would be easier. I do not remember anything about that night, except that I woke up 50 feet from where I had been hiding. For one week the chief disappeared but no one seemed to notice or care, they knew he would come back when he was ready. I remember the night of his return very clearly, but I had no idea it would change the course of my life so severely. When he returned, the chief was dirty, tired, and exhausted. He didn’t, however, bring back any food with him so he couldn’t have been hunting. I dared not try to possess him again that night but instead tried to use my charm and knowledge of your race to get information out of him. There was a large party in honor of his return. We smoked some substance and danced to our hearts’ content. Then I attempted to seduce him. He said we had to first smoke some ritual herbs before we could become one body. I woke up in this room in the same clothes I’d been wearing. I didn’t know how much time had passed but my body felt sore. From that small opening in the door I heard the chief’s voice asking whether I had slept well. “Where am I?” I asked, looking around. I was sitting in this small, circular room made of stones. There were small windows all along it, making me believe there were no adjacent rooms except for whatever was through that door. I’m sure you can see now that it’s quite tarnished and overgrown, but it was actually quite beautiful in its simplicity. There used to be a bed made of hay but it has been gone for thousands of years. “Where you belong,” he answered. “I don’t know what you are but you will not infect me or my people. You will stay here for 1,000 years to repent for trying to steal my body and soul. My descendants will release you only if they truly believe you have changed. If not, we shall try another 1,000.” “1,000 years?? Surely you do not expect me to survive that long in here!” I desperately clung to the hope that he knew little about me. “Yes! I have seen the real you. I have abilities neither you nor my people would understand. Do you not wonder why your attempts at sabotage failed so fantastically? I’ve known you were different since you first started spying on us… I could sense you,” he said with some contempt in his voice. “So why let me stay? Why not banish me or try to kill me?” “Is it not obvious? I wish to study you! How long have you been alive? Where are you from? What were your plans with my body and my people? I must have answers!!” “I will answer them if you let me go. You can’t imprison me, I’ll go mad,” I plead. “So be it. Someone will visit you every week to ensure you are still being punished. If you decide to talk, we’ll see if we can lighten your sentence.” And with that, I never saw the chief again. True to his word, someone would visit me every week… then every month. I tried to take over them, to free at least my mind from this place, but I couldn’t even attempt it. It was as if my powers were gone. As if he had put some curse on me or this building or this room, I don’t know, but I was more trapped than I’d ever been in my life. I had little to do with myself, since there wasn’t any entertainment like you know today. Ah yes, I do know of your technology. It is still not nearly as advanced as I would have done back then, but you’re welcome for the bursts. Yes, that’s right! I am the reason you have any of your “modern conveniences,” as you foolish humans call them. After maybe 200 years I stopped getting visitors. The ones leading up to then had no idea who I was or why they were seeing me. It was some tradition that the “short straw” had to deal with. I wasn’t needed. Yet still I could not possess my unwilling guests. I decided to try something new, something I’d never done before. I meditated and tried to see the whole world… all of the plants and creatures and everything on it. I don’t know how far I was able to see at the time, but it was enough. The tribes were growing rather quickly and trying to space out so they would not encroach on each others’ territories, but despite that I could fell them. The next tribe. Potential victims that I could not see but could feel. I succeeded on my first try. I became a child in one of the tribes. As you know, children are utterly useless so I watched everyone and chose the strongest hunter I could find. While he slept, I jumped from the child’s body to his. In the dead of night, I abandoned those people and left to travel the world. Ever since then I’ve been traveling. I’ve been all over the world, I’ve had every job, I’ve been rich and poor, powerful and needy. I wanted to try every aspect of human life to try to understand them. I’ve learned to love, to hate, to sacrifice, to accept help, to want, to need, to steal, to envy. I have lived ten thousand lives. You’re probably wondering whether you’ve heard of me in your books, no? Like I said, the strong-minded are difficult to possess. I will not say who, but it is very easy to control the rich but easy-minded. Ever seen someone wealthy suddenly have a million dollar idea? Let’s just say they had a little help. So that brings us to today. How did you find me? How did you get in? Through all my lifetimes I sought out this tower, this prison, this hell and I was unable to locate it. Did you know I would be here? Well say something!

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