Post by agaku on Dec 20, 2014 9:53:40 GMT -6
I'm not a very good writer but I decided I'd give it a try, tell me what you think.
There once was a man, an ordinary man, who felt he was wronged. Not once but countless times he had experienced some unfortunate event at the hands of another in his life. He wanted some peace from the memories of being wronged, his thirst for revenge to finally be quenched. On one fateful night, in a drunken fit of anger and madness he called the name of the masked god. The god heard his plea and appeared before the man. He appeared as a lordly figure draped in black robes wearing a metallic mask bearing a sinister grin under his darkened hood. "You asked for me?" The god spoke with a hollow hoarse voice. The man nodded, "I am tired of being at the mercy of others, being the object of their wickedness and their selfish behavior. I want you to kill them for me, it is the only way I can find any peace!" The dark god bowed to the man and disappeared. Later that night the man fell into a deep slumber. Horrific images rushed through his mind, images of men and women being slaughtered mercilessly by his hand. The dreams seemed to last forever but finally the man woke. When the man woke, he found himself in a strange environment, a white room. He tried to move his arms but couldn't, he was restrained in a straight jacket. Screams of anguish could be heard from down the hallways, the smell of decay and madness clung heavily to the air. With every bit of strength he had in his body the man hoisted himself up and searched for an opening. There was none, only a large crack beneath the heavy door of his room. He bent down on his knees and tried to see the outside, only the base of the door across from his. "Pst! PSSST!!" The man heard a noise from under the doorway across from his, "Hey there bud, not looking too good are ya?" It was the eery voice of a stranger called from the small crack. "Where am I, why am I hear." The voice laughed in a sinister twisted way, "you're in Hell now buddy!!! Just like the rest of them! No one ever gets out, you'll be stuck in here with them forever!! But not me, not I!! I am free! There's no one to stop me!!" Maniacal laughter followed by loud crashes came from behind the door. The man could hear the heavy footsteps of people approaching from down the hallway. A group of men dressed in white garments entered the room. A horrible wailing, like an animal being torn to bits, sounded from the room followed by an eery silence seconds later. The man sat upright slamming the back his head against the wall, "I am in Hell! How has this happened?" The man called for the masked god once more. The god appeared to him in his usual garments, his face hidden behind the same sinister mask. "You asked for me?" The god said in his eery voice. "Did you kill them?" The man asked. "I did, it was absolute torture for them. They will never see another dawn." The god bowed his head. "Then why am I here?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The man sobbed uncontrollably. The masked god approached the man and knelt in front of him. "I carried out your will, just as you asked me to, but I didn't perform the deed alone. I need flesh to wear in order to carry out the tasks I am ordered." The man sunk under the weight of his now heavy heart, "wh-what do you mean? What are you saying?!!" The god placed his gloved hand over his mask and removed it, the man screamed horrified. Underneath the god's mask the man saw his own face, covered in the blood of his victims. "Ahh, now you see it clearly." The god smiled, his teeth yellowed with bits of dried blood caught between them. "But why? Why would you do this to me?!" The man's eyes burned heavy with salty tears. "Because you wished it," the god smirked, "are you not satisfied?" The man shook his head, "no, I take it back! Undo what I did please!!" The god placed the mask over his face and stood. Gazing down at the man he asked, "are you certain this is what you desire?" The man nodded, "yes, just do it!" The god clapped his hands together, "it is done." The man felt drowsy and blacked out. He woke from his slumber gasping. He found himself in his room with an empty whiskey bottle at the edge of his table. "It was all just a dream?" The man got up and took a warm shower. He got dressed and headed outside for a walk. The day couldn't have been any finer, all was going well for him. He stopped at a crosswalk and waited to be signaled across. When the light changed he proceeded to the other side of the street. Half way he caught sight of a dark figure on the opposite side of the street, staring at him. It was the masked god, waiting for him. The man stopped for a second, then started to turn around but a car, with its horns blaring, struck the man. He was knocked four yards from the cross walk, and fell hard against the pavement spraying blood everywhere. The man was still facing the side of the street where the masked god was standing, the image of his smirking mask still burned in the man's mind. People ran over to the man to help, but his vision began to fade, slowly turning to blackness. The man woke again gasping, in the same room in the same position with the same whiskey bottle on the edge of the table. The man got up from his bed, took another shower then headed outside dressed. He came to the same crosswalk as before, only he crossed the entire way this time. He didn't find the masked god waiting for him on the other side. He instead decided to walk down the side walk for a while. He came to a strange and abandoned building. The place had broken windows and charred sides that reeked of rat's filth and mildew. A rope creaked above the man's head, like something heavy was dangling from it. The man looked up and saw an old pulley with a bucket sand attached. The rope snapped and in the blink of an eye the bucket fell and landed on the man's head crushing it. The man woke once again in the same position, he got up and took another shower, went outside and was killed by an explosion from his building. The process continued for what seemed like twenty days, until finally when the man woke on the 21st day he called for the masked god one last time. "You asked for me?" The god spoke. "Yes, please this is madness!" The man groveled on his hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "No," the masked god began, "this is life, it is a nightmare. An endless spiral of suffering that you humans wander aimlessly on. Madness is a bliss that we all yearn for. To escape this empty world and into the abyss forever, never having to repeat the same old mistakes again. In madness you are free." The Masked god knelt down and faced the man again, "what would you have me do?" The man choked in his throat, "I want to be free. I want to leave this world behind. I embrace the madness." The mad god rose to his feet, "so be it." The masked god clapped his hands together, and the man found himself in the white room in the same white straight jacket. He rested his head against the walls and he heard a noise from the other side of the hallway. He crawled over to the door and to the crack, "Pst! Pssst!!" he called over to the other side, "hey there bud, not looking too good are ya?" There came a whimpering voice from the other door, "where am I? Why am I here?" The man laughed, "you're in hell buddy!!! Just like the rest of them!! No one gets out, you'll be stuck in here with them forever!! But not me, not I!! I am free!! No one can stop me!!" The man started to laugh maniacally as medical personnel dressed in white garments entered the room The grabbed the man but he thrashed and screamed in protest. Shoving one in to the wall the others overpowered him. They injected him with a liquid, his fit started to subside and once more he fell back to a deep slumber.
There once was a man, an ordinary man, who felt he was wronged. Not once but countless times he had experienced some unfortunate event at the hands of another in his life. He wanted some peace from the memories of being wronged, his thirst for revenge to finally be quenched. On one fateful night, in a drunken fit of anger and madness he called the name of the masked god. The god heard his plea and appeared before the man. He appeared as a lordly figure draped in black robes wearing a metallic mask bearing a sinister grin under his darkened hood. "You asked for me?" The god spoke with a hollow hoarse voice. The man nodded, "I am tired of being at the mercy of others, being the object of their wickedness and their selfish behavior. I want you to kill them for me, it is the only way I can find any peace!" The dark god bowed to the man and disappeared. Later that night the man fell into a deep slumber. Horrific images rushed through his mind, images of men and women being slaughtered mercilessly by his hand. The dreams seemed to last forever but finally the man woke. When the man woke, he found himself in a strange environment, a white room. He tried to move his arms but couldn't, he was restrained in a straight jacket. Screams of anguish could be heard from down the hallways, the smell of decay and madness clung heavily to the air. With every bit of strength he had in his body the man hoisted himself up and searched for an opening. There was none, only a large crack beneath the heavy door of his room. He bent down on his knees and tried to see the outside, only the base of the door across from his. "Pst! PSSST!!" The man heard a noise from under the doorway across from his, "Hey there bud, not looking too good are ya?" It was the eery voice of a stranger called from the small crack. "Where am I, why am I hear." The voice laughed in a sinister twisted way, "you're in Hell now buddy!!! Just like the rest of them! No one ever gets out, you'll be stuck in here with them forever!! But not me, not I!! I am free! There's no one to stop me!!" Maniacal laughter followed by loud crashes came from behind the door. The man could hear the heavy footsteps of people approaching from down the hallway. A group of men dressed in white garments entered the room. A horrible wailing, like an animal being torn to bits, sounded from the room followed by an eery silence seconds later. The man sat upright slamming the back his head against the wall, "I am in Hell! How has this happened?" The man called for the masked god once more. The god appeared to him in his usual garments, his face hidden behind the same sinister mask. "You asked for me?" The god said in his eery voice. "Did you kill them?" The man asked. "I did, it was absolute torture for them. They will never see another dawn." The god bowed his head. "Then why am I here?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The man sobbed uncontrollably. The masked god approached the man and knelt in front of him. "I carried out your will, just as you asked me to, but I didn't perform the deed alone. I need flesh to wear in order to carry out the tasks I am ordered." The man sunk under the weight of his now heavy heart, "wh-what do you mean? What are you saying?!!" The god placed his gloved hand over his mask and removed it, the man screamed horrified. Underneath the god's mask the man saw his own face, covered in the blood of his victims. "Ahh, now you see it clearly." The god smiled, his teeth yellowed with bits of dried blood caught between them. "But why? Why would you do this to me?!" The man's eyes burned heavy with salty tears. "Because you wished it," the god smirked, "are you not satisfied?" The man shook his head, "no, I take it back! Undo what I did please!!" The god placed the mask over his face and stood. Gazing down at the man he asked, "are you certain this is what you desire?" The man nodded, "yes, just do it!" The god clapped his hands together, "it is done." The man felt drowsy and blacked out. He woke from his slumber gasping. He found himself in his room with an empty whiskey bottle at the edge of his table. "It was all just a dream?" The man got up and took a warm shower. He got dressed and headed outside for a walk. The day couldn't have been any finer, all was going well for him. He stopped at a crosswalk and waited to be signaled across. When the light changed he proceeded to the other side of the street. Half way he caught sight of a dark figure on the opposite side of the street, staring at him. It was the masked god, waiting for him. The man stopped for a second, then started to turn around but a car, with its horns blaring, struck the man. He was knocked four yards from the cross walk, and fell hard against the pavement spraying blood everywhere. The man was still facing the side of the street where the masked god was standing, the image of his smirking mask still burned in the man's mind. People ran over to the man to help, but his vision began to fade, slowly turning to blackness. The man woke again gasping, in the same room in the same position with the same whiskey bottle on the edge of the table. The man got up from his bed, took another shower then headed outside dressed. He came to the same crosswalk as before, only he crossed the entire way this time. He didn't find the masked god waiting for him on the other side. He instead decided to walk down the side walk for a while. He came to a strange and abandoned building. The place had broken windows and charred sides that reeked of rat's filth and mildew. A rope creaked above the man's head, like something heavy was dangling from it. The man looked up and saw an old pulley with a bucket sand attached. The rope snapped and in the blink of an eye the bucket fell and landed on the man's head crushing it. The man woke once again in the same position, he got up and took another shower, went outside and was killed by an explosion from his building. The process continued for what seemed like twenty days, until finally when the man woke on the 21st day he called for the masked god one last time. "You asked for me?" The god spoke. "Yes, please this is madness!" The man groveled on his hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "No," the masked god began, "this is life, it is a nightmare. An endless spiral of suffering that you humans wander aimlessly on. Madness is a bliss that we all yearn for. To escape this empty world and into the abyss forever, never having to repeat the same old mistakes again. In madness you are free." The Masked god knelt down and faced the man again, "what would you have me do?" The man choked in his throat, "I want to be free. I want to leave this world behind. I embrace the madness." The mad god rose to his feet, "so be it." The masked god clapped his hands together, and the man found himself in the white room in the same white straight jacket. He rested his head against the walls and he heard a noise from the other side of the hallway. He crawled over to the door and to the crack, "Pst! Pssst!!" he called over to the other side, "hey there bud, not looking too good are ya?" There came a whimpering voice from the other door, "where am I? Why am I here?" The man laughed, "you're in hell buddy!!! Just like the rest of them!! No one gets out, you'll be stuck in here with them forever!! But not me, not I!! I am free!! No one can stop me!!" The man started to laugh maniacally as medical personnel dressed in white garments entered the room The grabbed the man but he thrashed and screamed in protest. Shoving one in to the wall the others overpowered him. They injected him with a liquid, his fit started to subside and once more he fell back to a deep slumber.