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Post by Oblivion on Jan 12, 2012 2:13:12 GMT -5
Darkness surrounds you. You can only hear what is around you. The horror stalks you. Clicks, moans, hisses and groans echo in the dark. You hear giggles. The hairs, on your arms, stand up. You're in deep sh*t! Warm breath brushes against your skin. Your heart pounds. Your hands shake. You flick your lighter. Nothing. You briefly see the horrors that surrounds you. You try to run, but can't. Fear. The Children sniff you. The dark slowly disappears. They stop to look. Time stops. The Children kneel down. Cold deathly air creeps in. The Children whispers.
The Children: IT arrives.
The Vixen grabs at Oblivion. The Monster walks past. IT walks towards you and kneels. IT speaks.
Oblivion: Rider, Purse and NvL are disposable waste. They have no idea what's in store for them. Black, FPV and Oblivion are warriors!The newbies? Sitting ducks! Easy prey. Choices. Talk sh*t. DIE. Resist. DIE. You 3 are over your heads. Black and FVP knows. Oblivion doesn't play games. The hunt begins.
IT looks at you. Scene fades out.
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