Laddy
10-31-2009, 05:29 AM
Well, it's Halloween, I'm bored, and I guess we'll play a little game.
I will start off a horror story. Each time I finish my section the other players (you) will add their own turns onto the story until a member reaches a "satisfying" conclusion.
Rules
1. You must go through a cycle of five people before you can post again.
2. You must remain serious. If you fuck up the story, I will be angry and cast a curse on you.
3. You may use resources, such as images or videos. However the resources can not be unoriginal and can not feature beyond minor blood and/or gore, I do not wanna panic attack.
So, I'll start. It starts off cheesy, but I imagine you can do better.
I'm stuck in this closet. I have a large gash in my arm and a demonic arm pulling me, leading me into what I can only guess is my damnation. My heels are keeping the door shut closed, I fear for what may be waiting for me outside. I brought others, but they either missing or dead. I have a pen and a journal, my occupation requires me to have one in my posession at all times. I am Allison Ellis. And I am most likely dead.
I suspect no one to read this. A soliliquoy tends to no audiences. Yet I feel starting a story with no introduction is unforgivable. Let me introduce the series of these preceding events, and hope this fable's moral shall be read...
I will start off a horror story. Each time I finish my section the other players (you) will add their own turns onto the story until a member reaches a "satisfying" conclusion.
Rules
1. You must go through a cycle of five people before you can post again.
2. You must remain serious. If you fuck up the story, I will be angry and cast a curse on you.
3. You may use resources, such as images or videos. However the resources can not be unoriginal and can not feature beyond minor blood and/or gore, I do not wanna panic attack.
So, I'll start. It starts off cheesy, but I imagine you can do better.
I'm stuck in this closet. I have a large gash in my arm and a demonic arm pulling me, leading me into what I can only guess is my damnation. My heels are keeping the door shut closed, I fear for what may be waiting for me outside. I brought others, but they either missing or dead. I have a pen and a journal, my occupation requires me to have one in my posession at all times. I am Allison Ellis. And I am most likely dead.
I suspect no one to read this. A soliliquoy tends to no audiences. Yet I feel starting a story with no introduction is unforgivable. Let me introduce the series of these preceding events, and hope this fable's moral shall be read...