*a room with a man trapped in it fades into view*
I can't take it any longer.... the room is spinning and the door is pulsing.... they hunt me.... they haunt me...... they wont let me sleep. For thee years Ive run..... never looking to the past..... everywhere is a trap.... the door it beats with their fists....
The room is closed..... it spins it flips........ the windows are locked..... the light is blue...... I have my gun.... how it rests in my hand..... the moonlight.... its white presence seems to glow.... an aura of sanity in a world i dont know.....
The door.... it splinters....... the walls..... they bleed...... the daylight floods the space with warmth...... my corner is dark...... mt gun is here......
The door it budges.... light of green and gold..... figures shrounded in dark..... is all I can behold..... friends of the past.... enemies of the future.... faces of the present..... noone to trust.... save my gun......
The door it opens.... the bodies flood in..... the window is barred with steel..... vemon drips like rain.... Mt guardian is there for me.... turning to this threat.... it slays each and every one..... with one blow in death.....
The figures have awakened..... the room begins to crawl.... the light is crimson red now.... its time to end it all.... my redemption has been given to me.... only by my hand can it work.... i have one chance to set my self free.... with one move i can escape....
BREAKING NEWS
Late last night a disturbence was called to an apartment complex. a man by the name of William F. Berckinson locked himself in a storage room with a stolen Colt Revolver. Other residents of the apartment tried to help Mr. Berckinson from the room, since he was extremely claustrophobic. How he was lock in is any ones guess, but when the door was finally opened by the local fire department, Mr. Berckinson was in some sort of hysteria. "He just yelled nonsense," said Patricia L. Merick, William's next door neighboor, "Waiving that gun in the air... it was horrible." When the firemen tried to approach the disgruntle man he opened fire, killing three firemen and one near by child. After commiting the act William tried to claw his way through a wall before shooting himself in the head.
No one knows what exactlly went through Berckinson's mind, but one thing is clear... this man was going through a sevear case of hysteria and depression. More information on page 6.
*Far away*
The figure looked out his window and the bustling metropolis.... the newspaper lay scattered on his desk, the events at the apartment highlighted and clipped. The figure sighed and turned to his dark room. "It begins again."
*Everything fades to black*
Instability: Hysteria
I can't take it any longer.... the room is spinning and the door is pulsing.... they hunt me.... they haunt me...... they wont let me sleep. For thee years Ive run..... never looking to the past..... everywhere is a trap.... the door it beats with their fists....
The room is closed..... it spins it flips........ the windows are locked..... the light is blue...... I have my gun.... how it rests in my hand..... the moonlight.... its white presence seems to glow.... an aura of sanity in a world i dont know.....
The door.... it splinters....... the walls..... they bleed...... the daylight floods the space with warmth...... my corner is dark...... mt gun is here......
The door it budges.... light of green and gold..... figures shrounded in dark..... is all I can behold..... friends of the past.... enemies of the future.... faces of the present..... noone to trust.... save my gun......
The door it opens.... the bodies flood in..... the window is barred with steel..... vemon drips like rain.... Mt guardian is there for me.... turning to this threat.... it slays each and every one..... with one blow in death.....
The figures have awakened..... the room begins to crawl.... the light is crimson red now.... its time to end it all.... my redemption has been given to me.... only by my hand can it work.... i have one chance to set my self free.... with one move i can escape....
BREAKING NEWS
Late last night a disturbence was called to an apartment complex. a man by the name of William F. Berckinson locked himself in a storage room with a stolen Colt Revolver. Other residents of the apartment tried to help Mr. Berckinson from the room, since he was extremely claustrophobic. How he was lock in is any ones guess, but when the door was finally opened by the local fire department, Mr. Berckinson was in some sort of hysteria. "He just yelled nonsense," said Patricia L. Merick, William's next door neighboor, "Waiving that gun in the air... it was horrible." When the firemen tried to approach the disgruntle man he opened fire, killing three firemen and one near by child. After commiting the act William tried to claw his way through a wall before shooting himself in the head.
No one knows what exactlly went through Berckinson's mind, but one thing is clear... this man was going through a sevear case of hysteria and depression. More information on page 6.
*Far away*
The figure looked out his window and the bustling metropolis.... the newspaper lay scattered on his desk, the events at the apartment highlighted and clipped. The figure sighed and turned to his dark room. "It begins again."
*Everything fades to black*
Instability: Hysteria
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