T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[Yowza Wowza]

The flash of movement in and of itself was enough to cause a massive spike in Aros's anxiousness, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest, and his mouth curling into a snarl as he threw himself backwards-- Hoping the angry gremlin-cat person wouldn't notice that, if he hadn't fell back, they would've simply phased directly through his aberration.
Based on the fact they, due to their sudden wrath, couldn't seem to acknowledge the fact that their feet weren't on his chest, but instead clipping through him, probably confirmed that they hadn't noticed his non-corporeal status.
He really didn't care about their spiteful look or snappish tone, and he decided he would go ahead and respect their wishes to not be called 'man' again, but as he felt a fiery anger filling him up, and becoming rather evident on his twisted face, he had to bite his tongue in order to not verbally rip into them, yet, for pouncing on him.
That didn't mean he wasn't internally punching them.
"Wasn't trying to assume anything, just didn't know your name, Abomination of Desolation. Now, please, do us both a solid and get off me." He quipped, squinting up at them in annoyance.
He stared at them dumbly for a few moments after they started grinning, before rolling his eyes lightheartedly. He couldn't exactly read Tem, but he sighed in relief as they jumped off of him.
He glanced at them as they offered their hand to him, but knowing he'd just glitch through it, and he wasn't exactly sure he was ready to revert back to a body that could be hurt by them, so he pushed himself up on his own-- Watching them distrustfully, noticing that he towered over them now by at least a foot and a half, making Tem look like a dwarf beside him. "Yeah, your welcome. Thanks so much for assaulting my ribcage." He murmured, taking a step back from them, making himself stand still after that and not fidget with nervous energy. "Do you know where this place is?" He inquired, cutting to the chase.
Usually, he'd have either shoved them back and ran off by now, but the rather perplexing experience of waking up in the middle of nowhere and the fact that it was just his allusion facing them had him subdued currently, instead deciding to cautiously stay where he was-- If they knew anything, he needed to know it too.

Tem was truly in their own little world when it came to the little things. Or maybe big things in noticing the fact the Aros in front of them was an allusion and they never once made physical contact with him. They paid less attention to the fact that their offer of a hand wasn’t taken, and more to the obvious height difference they both shared. It was so drastic that they had to crane their neck up to look at the raven black haired guy.

This dude is even taller than dad.

In attempt to maybe gain an inch, they stood on the balls of their feet, which would appear quite humorous to those watching Tem attempting to look tall with one flip flop on their foot.

“Nope. Not a clue, this place is nothing like where I’ve ever been before. I woke up here a little while ago before being chased down by those coyote dog things... I figured it was a dream or something at first, but.. this is way too real for me.” Tem answered honestly, looking about their surroundings but always keeping Aros in their sight. With their feet growing tired from being propped up, they returned to their original height and threw their arms behind their head. “What about you?”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“This is by I hate the outdoors” she muttered pulling herself up before gripping onto the branch above for dear life while the tree shook from the charging Rhino/Camel

Evan managed to crack a smile from the girls comment, even in the predicament they were faced with. After that she secured her footing and grasp onto a branch, he led her first into the trees hollow before following closely after.

The space was incredibly cramped, but he strictly stuck to one side in order to avoid accidentally nudging or kicking her. Although being in this space was far better than being outside holding onto the tree for dear life. Even if the rhinos charging didn’t cease and the tree continued to shake, he had to give the girl credit for picking one heck of a sturdy tree.

Hugging onto his baseball bat, Evan squeezed his eyes shut, desperately begging in his thoughts for the rhinoceros to move on and be on its way.

After a couple minutes, all went still and became frighteningly quiet.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Evan managed to crack a smile from the girls comment, even in the predicament they were faced with. After that she secured her footing and grasp onto a branch, he led her first into the trees hollow before following closely after.

The space was incredibly cramped, but he strictly stuck to one side in order to avoid accidentally nudging or kicking her. Although being in this space was far better than being outside holding onto the tree for dear life. Even if the rhinos charging didn’t cease and the tree continued to shake, he had to give the girl credit for picking one heck of a sturdy tree.

Hugging onto his baseball bat, Evan squeezed his eyes shut, desperately begging in his thoughts for the rhinoceros to move on and be on its way.

After a couple minutes, all went still and became frighteningly quiet.

She poked her head out and looked for the rhino, she couldn’t see. “Do you think it’s gone?” She whispered glancing outside, “I can’t see, can you?”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

She poked her head out and looked for the rhino, she couldn’t see. “Do you think it’s gone?” She whispered glancing outside, “I can’t see, can you?”

Evan slowly fluttered his eyes back open, and as much as he hated the idea of him being the one to check, he had to swallow his fear and take a quick peak. He could start to feel a deep pit form in his stomach as he edged his face closer and closer to the opening of tree hole.

Please don’t be there... please don’t be there..

But what Evan wasn’t expecting to see is that they were no longer in the forest being tormented by a ravaging rhinoceros, but now themselves and the tree had been thrown out in the middle of a dry, seamless desert.

Evans jaw dropped at the sight, his eyes as wide as could be while being unable to utter a single word as he returned his gaze back to the girl.

“I-I-... U-Uhhh..”

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Evan slowly fluttered his eyes back open, and as much as he hated the idea of him being the one to check, he had to swallow his fear and take a quick peak. He could start to feel a deep pit form in his stomach as he edged his face closer and closer to the opening of tree hole.

Please don’t be there... please don’t be there..

But what Evan wasn’t expecting to see is that they were no longer in the forest being tormented by a ravaging rhinoceros, but now themselves and the tree had been thrown out in the middle of a dry, seamless desert.

Evans jaw dropped at the sight, his eyes as wide as could be while being unable to utter a single word as he returned his gaze back to the girl.

“I-I-... U-Uhhh..”

“What?” She turned and peered out. “Oh. My. God.” She hopped out and balanced on the tree branch staring into the desert around them “what are we going to do?!”

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Cassie walked, her lips were dry and cracked, she opened her water bottle and sipped a bit but not too much. She spotted some trees, the desert must be coming to the end. Cassie walked faster and grinned, it was her chance to get out of the sun and into the shade before she was a total crisp. She sat in she shade and gulped some more water, she cradled her bow and arrow in her lap. The forest was calm, a little too calm and it was freaking her out, she looked around nervously for anyone. Anyone at all, anything that could harm her.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

She would’ve ea- attacked me by now if that was her goal. Jack convinced himself, relaxing a bit.
“There was this..” He gestured with his hands, trying to figure out how to describe it. “Like, a shadow.. but also a person. Wearing a bathro- nope, just a robe.” Jack felt like he couldn’t think completely clearly, though that was honestly normal for him. “It sort of sucked out my energy.” He almost added ‘like my 9th grade math teacher’ but he was too freaked out to attempt humor at the moment.
“Hey, by the way, any idea where we freaking are?”

Phaedra stared in confusion as he described what he had seen, staying silent for several moments. "I... have no clue, I was going to ask you the same question."
She readjusted her pack and grabbed the sword as she inspected their surroundings. "I'm Phaedra, by the way. Most people call me Faye, though. And you are..?"

 

[TamingMaster]

(Forgive me, I haven't written anything in ages.)

Leita stirred in her sleep, one hand going straight to her yawning mouth as she sat up, her eyes still unopened. "Dad, you have to get up, or you'll be late fo-" She was interrupted by a strange sensation as she put her hand back down to her side, after her morning stretch. It wasn't like the sheets of her bed, or even like the soft cotton of their couch, it was slightly... rougher.
She peeked through her eyelids, only for them to be shot fully open a second later. The world around her was dark, lit only by faint turquoise glowing coming from slithering vines and large, scattered toadstools, which were growing precariously on the black slate ground that filled the chasm she stood in. Underneath her was a large patch of moss, it glowed a vibrant, pulsing blue, and crept down the chasm walls, inhabiting the shelves as it went.
Despite the seemingly damp cave environment, it was warm. A gentle breeze carefully swept through the chasm every few minutes, blowing up to the shelves where the foliage, and Leita, stood. However the warm air seemed to carry a heavy pressure with it, the type Leita had only felt when she had been diving in deep water. And, with every breath she took, it left a menthol-like feeling in her throat, something she wanted to be rid of as soon as possible. "Well," Leita started, standing up slowly, taking another hesitant breath, "I'm definitely somewhere out of state."
She took a step closer to the edge, clinging tightly to a vine that dangled sporadically from the low roof, and peered over the edge. It was void of any light, even with the various plants that she could make out, near to what she assumed was the bottom of the chasm.
She scooped up a tiny shard of the slate, that had been chipped from the wall beside her, and dropped it down the abyss before her. She waited patiently for a ding, or a clack, but nothing happened. The shard just kept falling. That was until, it hit something at the very bottom. It echoed back, then fell silent for a few moments, before a low growl rumbled through the caves. The fungus around her started humming, glowing brighter, and the ground shook slightly. Then, everything fell completely, and eerily, silent.
Leita carefully stepped back from the edge, trying to be as quiet as possible. Whatever that was, she didn't want anything to do with it. But, in her cautious haste, she didn't see the bag sitting behind her, and ended up tripping backwards, knocking her back on a slimy wall fungus. She paused for a moment, hoping whatever creature lurked in the depths hadn't heard her. A minute passed, or maybe ten, before she felt safe enough to continue on.
"Ugh," she quietly exclaimed, her face scrunching in disgust as she watched the slime drip off her arms, onto the floor beside her. She didn't even want to think about the slime dripping down the back of her shirt. Instead, she set about wiping her arms on the moss. It wasn't long before the bag she had tripped on finally caught her eye.
When she was confident enough that she had removed enough slime from her arms, she shuffled forward and lifted the bag off the ground. Unbuckling it proved to be more difficult than necessary due to the sticky residue leftover from the fungus. But, once it was open, Leita reached inside and carefully took the contents out, one by one. Some kind of protein bar, a bottle of water, and a tin with a weird screw cap. She tried to open it, but the slime was, once again, making it difficult. Oh well, she thought nonchalantly, I can always try again later, when I find something to clean this gunk off with.
Each item fit back into the bag perfectly, though now coated in a sickening substance, and Leita flung it over her shoulder. She glanced back at the empty chasm once more, before setting off down the only path she could have, straight ahead.
After a few minutes, the foliage became sparce, the air started to cool, and the low-pressure, menthol air had almost completely gone. While it was harder to navigate in the dark, Leita was glad she could finally breathe well.
Even though she wanted to call out, to see if her dad was nearby, she was adamant about staying quiet until she was a safe distance away from the monster from the depths. Luckily, her trail of thought, or lack thereof, was interrupted by the sound of her foot hitting something, followed by metal being scraped across the stone flooring. She bent down, tapping the ground around her, searching in the darkness for the object. As her hand came into contact with the cold metallic surface, she flinched back a little, before confidently reaching forward and picking it up. The sharp edge snagged her palm a little, causing her to wince. Thankfully, her other arm, which had a hold of the handle, was just strong enough to stop it from thundering to the ground. "Is this... a sword?"

Next to where the slightly rusted sword had been, sat the sheath, made of dulled, imprinted leather. The sword itself fit perfectly into it, and it fastened well to Leita's torso.

She continued on through the black slate cave, the dripping walls threatening a noxious smell at worst, and a slip hazard at best.
She couldn't see the liquid itself, or even feel it as her outstretched arm infrequently bumped into the cold walls. But, she could hear the small droplets tumbling to the ground, splashing onto the meticulous flooring below, creating small pools in the rock.
Occasionally, she would tread in such pools, and they would soak through her crocs, leaving a sticky film throughout the rubber. Gross, she thought, as she trunged through another puddle, I can't wait to get out of here.

Eventually, she came towards the end of the seemingly endless, one way, tunnel. Light started to glitter across the walls, touching the surface of the rocks delicately, bringing out a deep purple that was hidden beneath.

"Wow," Leita breathed loudly, her arm slowly retreating towards her body, to join her other hand clutching the bag's strap, as she could now make out the shapes surrounding her. It reminded her of being inside an ocean wave at dusk, the way it sparkled with each step.

A small gasp drew her attention to a more important subject. "Dad!" She exclaimed loudly, running towards the light that grew brighter and brighter. "I found a really cool sword in h-"

Her sentence was cut short as she ran out into the blinding sun, onto an insanely narrow ledge. Her leg shot over, causing her to stumble back, falling into a sitting position. She breathed heavy breaths, shuffling back into the relative safety of the cave opening. That was close...

A sharp, shooting pain spread up the back of Leita's calf, causing her to wince. "Haah, that hurts a lot more than a jellyfish sting."

The wound wasn't deep, but it did start to bleed heavily. It trickled down her leg and ankle, into her shoe, mixing with the goop that had already filled it.

"Maybe this has something I can use," she said, sliding the bag into her lap and opening it to explore the contents. She, unbeknownst to her, had the same contents as everyone else; one bar, one bottle, one tin of balm.

Unscrewing the tin unleashed a scent that contradicted her environment. It smelled almost like... "Disinfectant?"
She dipped two fingers in, rubbing the balm between her fingers, close to her nose. It definitely smelled medical, and she didn't see and reason not to use it. As she pulled her fingers away, she noticed two numbers apparently tattooed on her palm - 69.

"Ah?" Leita questioned, hastily dropped the tin to her side, rubbing her palm with her other hand. "I don't remember getting this tattoo..."

A sharp, and very painful, throb came from her leg, distracting her from her previous thoughts. She had something more important to deal with right now.
She took her shirt off, revealing the top half of a one piece swimsuit, decorated with a turtle motif, and her original tattoos.

After gently placing the shirt her lap, she set about rinsing the stinging wound with the water in the bag, after giving it a quick sniff and a little sip, just to be sure it wasn't anything else. Then, she slathered the balm over it, quickly tying her shirt around it tightly.

She used a small amount of the water to swish the slime and blood from her shoe, before putting it back on her foot. She tucked the rest of her supplies back in her bag and stood up, setting about making her way down the side of what appeared to be a mountain.

There wasn't any kind of path, except for one at the very bottom of the mountain. However, she wasn't as high up as she had previously thought, there was a good chance she could climb down, especially now her leg was feeling slightly better.

 

[TamingMaster]

(Trying out what I prefer. Lmk which reads better!)

Tingling. Why is my body tingling? Fabian wondered, barely able to conjure a single conscious thought as they started to wake. Their head was pounding, causing them to reach a hand up to their forehead. They let out a long sigh, trying to remember what exactly happened yesterday, before reiterating their previous question to themselves. Seriously, why is my body tingling?

They lazily opened their eyes to check, but the blinding light forced their pupils to dilate painfully, and their eyelids slammed shut in return. They didn't understand how their room was so bright at this time in the morning. Unless one of their moms had opened the blinds? Surely it was too early for that already? They couldn't really focus due to the pounding in their head and the tapping across their skin.

Fabian braved another glimpse, squinting to keep out as much light as possible, this time hoping to figure out what was causing the odd sensation once and for all. As soon as they looked down at themself and saw the thousands of dark grey blobs covering their body, they let out a blood-curdling scream, sat bolt upright, and frantically stumbled to their feet. They backed away, brushing the tiny creatures off violently, their entire body jittering uncontrollably. "BUGS," they yelled, desperately trying to shake them out of trouser legs and sleeves. "VILE LITTLE YUCKIES."

After Fabian had calmed down, and backed far, far away, they realised that the things that had been crawling on them weren't actually bugs; they were just little tiny rats. This prompted them to take a step or two closer, to get a better look at the strange creatures. They shrugged, Must be an exotic breed...

They looked up, then around, only just realising that they weren't at home, in their warm bed, in their cosy house, with the world's best parents, and that they were actually in the middle of nowhere. A quick 360-degree turn solidified that assumption in their mind.

All around them stood a huge bamboo forest, taller than they ever thought possible. It swayed gently, clacking together every so often, as the leaves rustled over head. Fabian couldn't feel any wind, only still air, so it must've sat at a higher altitude, brushing the tops of the giant, vibrant, green stalks.
The sun shone through the lush leaves, leaving golden green patterns shimmering across the entire forest floor.
The earth below was soft and mulchy, perfect for miniature rat colonies, but terrible for a full-grown adult who continued to be pulled into the ground with every pause in movement.
It wasn't as bad when they were laying down, as their weight was evenly distributed. But, now, all their weight was placed on two spindly legs, and they found themselves sinking more rapidly with each step.

All the movement above, from Fabian trying to keep his footing, started to stir up the rat colonies below. Their chittering started to grow louder, and the ground was flooded with the sound of their retaliatory footsteps as they made their way to the main entrance.
As they flooded out, Fabian decided that it was time to leave.
They quickly flicked their head around again, picked a direction, then began to run as fast as those spindly legs would carry them. The rats, of course, followed closely after, screeching and clawing at their heels.

A few obscenities and what felt like a million miles later, the rats seemed to dissipate fairly quickly as he reached the edge of the forest. The few that still straggled behind behaved weirdly as he stumbled across the biome lines. Almost like they weren't allowed to cross, or wouldn't dare to.
"Yeah... take that... you pesky... vermin," Fabian mocked, short of breath, but not of gloating.

They were glad to catch their breath, finally. Their hands grasped their knees as they breathed heavily, taking in the new scenery as their heart settled; a vast desert, filled with just sand, disguising the occasional seared plant or undergrown cacti. A plain, undoubtedly hot, landscape.
They knew they had to chose potential dehydration versus the rats again.

Out of the corner of their eye, they spotted a pack dangling by its torn strap, from the branch of a rotten, bare tree. It's bark peeled away, splitting up the trunk, baring the hollowed insides. Next to the tree, leaning against it slightly, was the handle of something. They swore that neither were there the first time they looked, but put it down to exhaustion.
Fabian curiously crept towards them, "Hello? Who does this belong to?"

The only noise was a loud gust of humid air, brushing across the surface of the sands. It churned the sand slightly before disappearing, leaving the sand to blanket whatever lie beneath it.
"Anyone?" Fabian called out once more, almost in arm's reach of the bag. "If you don't answer, I'm taking it."

Silence.

They pulled the bag down, causing a few of the smaller, and inevitably weaker, branches to split away and ping off in odd directions. One, however, ended up scraping the back of Fabian's hand. They barely flinched, but were annoyed by the minor inconvenience. Tch.
Sighing it off, they flipped the bag open, raising an eyebrow as they examined the contents. The food and water obviously spoke for themselves, but Fabian was curious to know what was in the little tin.

They placed the bag into the sand beside them, plucking the tin from the bag and unscrewing it promptly. Only to be hit by an incredibly strong medical scent that would've been a shock to anyone's nose. But, apparently not Fabian.

It was quite the opposite for them - they actually enjoyed the smell of it, and immediately took a small glob out of the tin and rubbed it into their wound.
They expected it to help, but not as fast as it had, or as well.

Still gripping the tin, they brushed over where the graze should've been, but there wasn't even a bump. They sat in shock for a few seconds, before cautiously screwing the cap back on and tucking it safely in the bag. They didn't want to waste their miracle gel on minor scratches or accidental spillage.

Fabian stepped away from the bag for a minute, to focus their attention on the weapon hidden by a mound of sand. All they could really see was the long handle, decorated with intricate engravings and a leather handle. They tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge.
They'd have to dig the rest out with their bare hands, if they wanted a better look at it.

They started digging slowly at the sand, the sharp grains barely seemed to move at all. By the time they'd scooped some out, it was like it had already flowed straight back in to the hole.
It wasn't long before Fabian had started to get frustrated by it, and resorted to a more violent method of removal: a sturdy kick.
The vibrations from the kick spread out throughout the sand, tempting the large predators that hid below.

The desert beneath Fabian's feet began to shake and rattle, much like it had with the army of rats, but this time it was something so much bigger.
In front of them, a large pile of sand started to rise out of itself, some racing down the edges of the form emerging before them. As the sand started to thin, the colours underneath showed through and gradually became more visible. Bright red body, six pale legs, two beady, black eyes, and claws at least double the size of Fabian's entire body.

They stared open-mouthed, before considering their best exit strategy: Grab the bag and run.
Unfortunately, the bag had gotten hooked on one of gigantic crab's claws, and the crab wasn't in a friendly sort of mood. If they wanted it back, they'd have to fight for it. Which meant digging the weapon out before they got snipped.

Fabian started desperately digging, their teeth gritted and focus entirely set on getting the weapon.

A giant scarlet claw punctured the pale sand beside Fabian, rattling the ground. As the crab lifted it out, it left an empty scar in its wake. The sand crept back in slowly as it poured off the exoskeleton.

Fabian dug frantically, motivated even more so by the ginormous sense of impending death. Their fingertips finally met with the chilled metal that lie underneath a thin layer of sand.
With enough hope, strength, and prayers to the Lord above, they could potentially pull it out and, provided it was weapon, they could use it to save their life.

So, that's what they did. They grasped the handle with both hands and pulled with all their strength. Out of the sand came a giant, two-handed hammer, which Fabian wielded confidently, grinning despite the danger.

 

[TamingMaster]

He'd been shivering for a few minutes, but Damir had only just bothered to open his eyes. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself on a smooth, tiled floor, surrounded by old furniture that had started to ripple. Including a musty, torn mattress, atop a dented metal bed frame.

The room he had been asleep in was dark, but not pitch black, as there was a dim desk light tucked into the corner, and some yellowed light poured in from the hallway, through the broken door. That allowed just enough light to reflect off a majority of the surfaces, illuminating the room.

The corners of the dingy, little room were covered in spider's webs which, in turn, were covered in dust and debris, undoubtedly from the room's previous occupant. The way the light trinkled off them was about the only pretty thing in the room.

The smell of the room was much worse than just the sight alone; damp, moldy, and a lingering stench of something slowly rotting away in one of the many other abandoned rooms. Fire, or maybe just faulty electrics, left every breath with a brash aftertaste.

Damir pulled his shirt up, over his nose, pinching it tightly at the bridge, trying to reduce the smell, or at least calm his urge to retch every five seconds. But, it didn't seem to filter it at all.

He slowly got to his feet, wobbling a little as he stood, the homemade metal prosthetic twisting back into a more comfortable position. It made a soft click as it outstretched. That was a normal daily occurrence with his metal leg, but somehow it felt different today. He shrugged it off as him being too paranoid. After all, he had bigger issues to deal with.

He made his way over the the broken door, lifting it off to the side, making the gap large enough for him to slip out into the hallway. The lights flickered, the old bulbs worn and poorly wired, their cables dangling from the ceiling.

He made his way left, down the hall, not daring to open any of the doors along the way, for fear of unleashing a worse smell. Eventually he came to a dead end, brightly lit with a fluorescent lamp that stung his eyes, hung from the ceiling. It pointed straight down to a rough, but well-kept, chair. On the chair sat a satchel and, placed to the side of it, a small, rectangular tin. No weapon, just a tin.

Although apprehensive, he gladly took hold of the bag, and eventually the tin. He wasn't really curious as to what was in the bag, as the slosh of liquid and the crumple of a food wrapper could be heard well enough in the deafening silence. He was, however, interested in the contents of the tin...

He carefully opened it under the light and began to inspect the contents: a double ended screwdriver, an adjustable wrench, some bolts, spare parts, a tape for measuring, and some other things that might come in handy at some point.
They weren't very high quality, and they were smaller than your conventional tools, but he was happy to have something useful on-hand.

After the lid was closed, and taped shut with the cheap electrical tape it had been wrapped in previously, he tucked it safely into his trouser pocket. He put the bag loosely across his chest, and turned around to head in the opposite direction, hopefully to find some kind of exit.

Unknown to him, by taking the bag - and the scroll inside - from the chair, Damir had started some kind of quest, an escape trial. The goal was simple: Get out, before they get you.

The howls of screaming men and women suddenly started to grow louder and louder, filling the previously empty space. The shrieking almost becoming loud enough to shatter the windows.
Damir reached up, cupping both his ears with his palms. He crouched down, shaking from the sheer shock of it all.

Apparitions started whizzing through the walls, down through the ceiling, and up through the ground. Lights flickered rapidly. Doors started opening wide, only to slam shut seconds later.

Damir, fighting through his fear, started running, weaving between ghosts and ghouls. He bounded down a broken staircase, each other footstep punching through the weakened wood below, until he clattered down to the very bottom. By the end, he was covered in scrapes, scratches, and splinters.
There was very little time to rest, as he wasn't in the clear yet. He had to find an exit, and fast.

His eyes frantically searched the ground floor for some sign of an exit, or at least a window to crawl through. There must be some way out. He thought, going in whatever direction his legs seemed to take him, until he hit a pair of glowing doors.
A glance back showed multiple spirits floating towards him, he turned back to the door and decided to take a chance. Between ghosts and glowing doors, he'd much rather the doors.

He leapt through, the screaming fading behind him as the doors settled shut. The sun crashed down on his skin.He was outside, and he was safe.


(Hopefully that's the right idea for quests? XD)

(Reminding myself to write something for this.)