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Hezago stuck his top-hatted head out of the cab window as the train sped down the countryside. Although he would usually just watch things happen, he had had enough. These rebels had gone too far. The village of which they mauled did not deserve its fate. They were against his laws like darkness is to light, and broke just about every moral known to existence. They thought of him as their creator, and, well, as their creator, it was simply his... 'duty' to punish them accordingly.
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8/16/72, Endless Time System
Vouisol Base, Mt. Vicassida
Voudin, Borealia.
"Sir, Sir!" The man said, rushing toward his boss. "What seems to be the problem?" "There's an object approaching the gate! It doesn't seem to be stopping!" "Hmmm..." The Bossman said, thinking quickly. "Well then, tell the guards to open fire on it once in range. That should take care of it." "Oh- Alright Sir."
Alas, however, it wouldn't. Bullets and the Borearcis do not mix well.
...
Same time and place.
Just outside the Vouisol Base gate.
A distant train horn echoed through the air,like an alarm waking somebody up from a nap. The guards at the gate, though sluggish they were, shuffled into a semblance of formation as they watched the engine, pulling only two cars, chugging steadily forward, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around it.
It then picked up speed.
The guards stood still, confused. Their hesitation proved deathly, as the train chugged forward faster and faster, showing no signs of stopping. Then a crash, a deafening one, at that, of which searchlights flickered to life thereafter. They scanned the scene, and revealed twisted metal and oddly mangled bodies. The chugging resumed, a steady beat against the backdrop of silence, and the train emerged from the wreckage, seemingly unharmed, and then proceeded to vanish, distant wind chimes clinging thereafter.
Anyways, the survivors, stunned, stumbled towards the mangled remains of the gate, their disbelief palpable. A wave of horrified gasps swept through the group as they realised the true cost of their late realisation. Muffled sobs replaced the initial shock—a sound of sorrow for all.
But then came screams—agony, sorrow, and unexpectedly, remorse. The terror solidified as they beheld what they called their god. A golden being bathed in the rising sun, its head surrounded by ten rings, of which oscillated there, phasing through its neck as if it weren't present. A simple smile was upon its face, radiating its pity. An eye pierced their souls while it held its hands folded behind its back, humanoid in nature. But then it changed.
It was now a dark thing, empty and pearly white eyes, absorbing all light that touched it. A smile, not at all unlike the previous's, was upon its face, coloured white, ever present. Squirming tentacles lengthened from its back, squirmy and seemingly wet in nature, a distraction as others, of which came out of the ground, creeped toward the survivors, slithering sneakily upon the ground.
Bodies lay scattered around its feet, a result of their doings, but the survivors, being the delusional fools they were, sank to their knees, whimpering pleas for salvation, eyes locked on their god's smile. Their reward, however, was a sickeningly wet snap as unseen forces crushed them. There was no time for prayers, and most definitely no mercy offered.
Fear tore through the remaining guards, their screams echoing in the chaos. They scrambled to their stations, fingers tightening on triggers in a futile display of defiance. Bullets rained upon the entity, yet it didn't flinch. With inhuman speed the ground erupted tentacles severed heads, spray painting the lawn- not the lawn- a grotesque red.
The screams continued, a horrifying choir, yet splendiferously harmonious. The monstrous entity stalked through the wreckage, not at all unchanged.
A hush fell over the destruction, the remaining survivors holding their breath in an act of fear. It turned its head, a movement both fluid and unnatural. The white smile on its featureless head seemed to widen, radiating a cold, vicious, joy.
Screams erupted once more as the last surviving sixteen people were seized by the tentacles and hurled into the castle behind it. The entity, its face now a complete void, entered the building, its victims huddled in a corner, terrified for their lives. They looked up at their 'creator,' the only facial features visible being its flickering silver eyes as it scanned them.
Then, abruptly, the room brightened—as if it were a... gameshow? Odd.
The entity stood before a table, its head tilted in amusement. Then, the voice spoke in a smooth, professional tone that sent shivers down the survivors' spines. "Welcome," it boomed, the voice echoing eerily within the sterile chamber. "Congratulations, you've survived... for now. But tell me, do you feel... regret?"
The entity's grin widened further, the white slash seeming to split its head in two. "Well, fear not! For you'll finally find the results of your actions." Its voice dropped, the amusement gone, replaced by a chilling emptiness. "A purpose far more entertaining than your lives ever offered! Isn't that wonderful!?"
The entity's grin stretched wider, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth. It gripped the now apparent gleaming table, its steel groaning under the pressure. "The nation," it continued, the voice silky sweet like the joy of a child having a lollipop, "The world, even, will be most splendiferously entertained!"
"Today," it said, its voice echoing off the walls, "your ends get a SPECTACLE!" It said, its voice booming.
A monstrous contraption then proceeded to materialise from the floor, a game show wheel, but awfully oversized, its slots filled with long descriptions of death. Each described a horrifying demise – a man being devoured by insects, another impaled on a mountain of rusty spikes, a woman dissolving in a vat of acid.
Very unpleasant.
The scene was then made worse furthermore by its continuous changing, as if it couldn't decide which death was most fitting. Then, diverting everyone's attention, their god then spoke. "Now, let the games begin! You first!" It pointed at one of the sixteen survivors, now contestants, of this game. The entity's shiny grin seemed to widen as a spotlight flared to life, bathing one terrified survivor in its harsh white glare. The wheel continued its relentless spin, a blur of colour and text.
As if yanked by an unseen force, the chosen contestant stumbled forward, their legs trembling. The ground seemed to ripple beneath their feet, effortlessly guiding them towards the fate that awaited them. A metallic whirring filled the air as another contraption materialised from the floor beside them. It was an elaborate chair, ornately carved with odd looking designs.
Restraints, razor-sharp and glinting, snaked out from the armrests, each one tipped with a barb. The man backed away, his breaths echoing in the silence. But there was nowhere to go. The ground pulsed faintly beneath his feet, a beckoning toward his death.
Then, with a sickening click and hiss, the restraints sprang to life. They shot out with inhuman speed, wrapping around the person's limbs. The person's screams, raw and desperate, filled the chamber as barbs pierced their flesh, drawing a bead of crimson that snaked down their arm.
The entity's smile stretched wider, a pleasured look that devoured the person's remaining hope. It watched, as if waiting for his last strains of life to fray.
And it happened with a pop as a barbed spike shot through the person's chest, their heart flying out thereafter. Very grotesque.
The entity then turned toward the remaining whimpering individuals as the stabbed individual's body fell to the ground, the chair it was strapped to disappearing with an ominous hum, only leaving a pool of blood behind. A slimy black tentacle rose out of the ground, dragging the body outside the castle to let maggots consume the flesh.
"Next~!" The entity sang, its voice amused. Another of the now fifteen contestants was dragged into the spotlight. A pulsating, iridescent light emanated from – well, somewhere – bathing the room in an otherworldly glow.
The man whimpered, instinctively backing away from the podium. But the light clung to him, seeping into his skin, igniting a burning sensation that spread like wildfire. He screamed, a primal shriek of pain and terror, but the sound seemed weirdly distorted, warped by the changes coursing through his body.
His limbs twisted at unnatural angles, bones contorting and reshaping. Flesh bubbled and peeled back (DISGUSTING), replaced by a network of glistening membranes and chitinous plates. The man was no more; a monstrous insect, its compound eyes gleaming with a feral intelligence, twitched its antennae and let out a horrifying chirp. Once again, disgusting.
Very abruptly, the former human was set aflame. It screeched, its alarm a horrifying shriek that shocked the remaining survivors back into the brutal reality of their situation. As the flames consumed the insect, a chilling silence descended upon the chamber, broken with the speaking of the entity.
"Next!" said the entity's voice, shattering the silence. The 'spotlight',t\ wherever it was. swivelled, its harsh glare landing on another contestant. A man, his face pale and drawn with terror, stood there, legs trembling like jelly, as if the very air itself recoiled from him. The ground pulsed faintly beneath his feet, a silent, malevolent force guiding him towards his end.
The monstrous wheel began to spin again, and with a screech that chilled everyone to the bone, it wheel finally stopped. The description that locked into place sent a fresh wave of terror crashing down on the man. It depicted a man, his face contorted in a silent scream, trapped within a vast, swirling vortex. Black tendrils, barbed and dripping with an acidic ichor, snaked through the vortex, reaching out to devour him. The man's blood ran cold.
Choking on a sob, his eyes plead with the entity for mercy. But the entity's smile remained unchanged, a cruel parody of amusement. "Ah, splendid," it said, its voice an echo that weakened their sanity. "A fitting end for such a... bloodthirsty contestant!"
Not a very nice choice of words.
The floor beneath the man dissolved, replaced by a swirling portal of inky blackness. The tendrils from the wheel's description materialised from the portal, whipping around the man with vigour and speed. They were hot, hotter than boiling water, and the acidic ichor that dripped from them sizzled as it touched his skin. A horrifying scream escaped the man's throat as the tendrils began to drag him towards the portal. He proceeded to claw at the air, but his resistance was futile, as inch by agonising inch, he was pulled closer, and then into, the swirling mass of darkness.
Then, with a lovely snap, the portal snapped shut around him. The man's screams abruptly cut off, replaced by an unsettling silence. A jolly chuckling filled the air, a sound that sent shivers down the remaining survivors' spines. They held their breath, eyes glued to the spot where their comrade had vanished.
A moment later, a horrifying gurgling sound emanated from the portal. It was a sound of unimaginable pain, a sound that spoke of flesh being dissolved, bones being crushed. The survivors watched in numb terror as the portal pulsed with a sickly red light, a faint echo of the horrors transpiring within. The gurgling sounds continued for what felt like an eternity. Then, with a final, sickening pop, the portal sputtered and, well, died.
"Next~!" The entity sang, its voice dripping with a sickening amusement. Another being was drawn forward from the now fourteen. Two, in fact – a burly man and a rather malnourished one. Their expressions mirrored each other.
Terror, obviously.
"Lovely," the entity's voice echoed, a whisper that seemed to emanate from all around them. "Now, witness your end!"
The spotlight roared back to life, bathing the two terrified figures in its harsh glare. The monstrous game show wheel spun with a sickening lurch, the macabre descriptions blurring into a terrifying kaleidoscope of suffering. Finally, with a screech of metal, it stopped. The words that locked into place were simple yet horrifying: a pair of hands desperately clawing at the edges of another bottomless pit (what is it with these bottomless pits?), silhouetted against an endless expanse of black.
The burly man let out a choked gasp, his mask crumbling. The floor beneath them dissolved with a vicious hiss. The two men screamed, flailing their arms wildly, but, as expected, it was too late. They plummeted downwards, their screams echoing through the vast emptiness.
Then, a sickening crunch resonated from the unseen depths. The sound reverberated through the chamber, a chilling reminder of the unforgiving ground that awaited them all. The entity's grin seemed to twist in amusement. The spotlight flickered once more, landing on a lone man huddled in the corner, his eyes wide with terror. "Once again, Let the games continue!" it said, its voice akin to that of a joyous boy, a horrifying juxtaposition to the content of its words.
The entity's white grin stretched wider as the monstrous game show wheel ground to a halt. The image that locked into place sent a shiver down the spines of the remaining survivors. It depicted a man, silhouetted against a blazing inferno, his figure contorted in a silent scream. "Ah, a classic!" boomed the entity, its voice echoing off the sterile walls. "Let's see how our remaining contestants fare against the ever-popular Burning at the Stake!"
The chamber floor shimmered and dissolved, revealing a section of the sterile white room had vanished. In its place, a desolate landscape stretched under a blood-red sky. A hulking wooden pyre loomed in the centre, its dry timber promising a fiery demise. Panic (as expected) erupted. Four of the survivors, chosen at random by the entity's unseen hand, were teleported outside. They stumbled and screamed, disoriented and terrified. Thick iron shackles materialised around their wrists, binding them to their assigned.
The entity's voice boomed again, dripping with sadistic glee. "Prepare your guest of honour for their fiery farewell! And remember, any... hesitation will be... duly punished."
A fifth survivor, a young man with haunted eyes, was shoved out onto the desolate landscape. His pleas for mercy were drowned out by the manic barking that erupted from the darkness. A pack of monstrous dogs, their eyes glowing red in the twilight, surged from the shadows, their slavering jaws dripping with anticipation.
Terror paralyzed the bound survivors. They watched in horrified slow motion as the dogs lunged for their flesh. Shrill screams pierced the air as the creatures tore into the first victim, their panicked struggles a mockery against the relentless onslaught. The remaining survivors, their faces contorted in a splendid mix of terror and despair, realised their struggle was futile. One by one, they were devoured by the inexplicably hungry beasts, their screams a grim symphony that echoed across the lawn.
The lawn still doesn't deserve this.
Inside the chamber, the man destined for the pyre watched in horrified silence, spirit broken.
The entity, still smiling, now turned to the remaining nine. "What's next? We'll see..." Another man was forced forward. With a screech of metal, the wheel stopped. The image that locked into place was simple yet horrifying: a dissolving figure, their body slowly being eaten away by a pool of bubbling acid. The man's face drained of colour, a sob escaping his throat.
The floor beneath him dissolved with a hiss, replaced by a shallow pool of the same viscous green liquid depicted on the wheel. It bubbled and hissed, sending off a noxious vapour that stung the survivor's nostrils. Fear turned to panic. He scrambled backwards, but the entity's unseen hand/tentacle seemed to restrain him.
A scream ripped from his throat as his foot touched the edge of the pool. The acid sizzled, the flesh on his foot dissolving instantly, leaving behind a raw, exposed bone that would have pleased the hounds that were now outside immensely. He screamed again, a sound that echoed through the chamber, desperation fueling him. He lunged for the edge of the chamber, clawing at the seemingly featureless white wall, but it was no use. He was trapped.
Slowly, and agonisingly, the acid crept up his legs. Each new contact brought a fresh wave of excruciating pain, his screams morphing into whimpers of agony. The remaining survivors huddled together, their faces pale and drawn, forced to witness the agonising spectacle.
The acid ate through with methodical cruelty, dissolving muscles, and bleaching boned. His screams subsided, replaced by a horrifying gurgling sound as his internal organs began to liquefy. And then, with a sickening squelch, the man's body collapsed entirely, the acid considering him a good meal.
Eight left. Eight to die. Eight more turns of fun.
"Ah, four more to perish. How lovely!" The 'spotlight' swivelled, bathing four unfortunate men in its harsh glare. Panic flickered across their faces as another monstrous metal contraption materialised from the floor. It resembled a giant helmet, its smooth, reflective surface devoid of any openings.
Cold dread washed over the men as four metallic tentacles snaked out, each tipped with a wicked barb. With inhuman speed, said tentacles shot forward, wrapping around the men's heads and burrowing the barbs deep into their flesh. Their screams, filled with terror and confusion, echoed through the chamber. But those screams were short-lived. As if on cue, the metal helmet hummed to life, glowing glyphs flickering across its surface, and a sickly green light emanating from within.
The men's bodies went rigid, their screams replaced by choked gasps. Their eyes, wide with a realisation, stared vacantly into the distance, while Inside the helmet, a sickening mental tug-of-war unfolded. Flashes of faces, places, and experiences flickered in the minds of the men, only to be ripped away just as quickly. Their identities, their sense of self, were being devoured by an unseen force, as moments stretched into an eternity. The glowing glyphs pulsed faster, the green light intensifying. The men's bodies twitched, their faces contorting in silent screams. Then, with a sickening pop, the green light vanished, and the helmet deactivated.
A few minutes passed, a horrifying parody of waiting, and the whimpering people's heads promptly exploded in a goreish manner. How... wonderful. The entity then turned toward the remaining four. The wheel spun with a malevolent glee, and as it came to a stop, the entity chuckled, a sound like nails scraping down a chalkboard. "And now for your ends! Let's begin."
Before the beharmed survivors could even comprehend the entity's pronouncement, the ground beneath them erupted in a blinding flash of white-hot light. The chamber floor dissolved, replaced by a bottomless pit of churning energy. A primal scream ripped from their throats, cut short the moment their bodies made contact with the energy field. There was no time for pain, no time for fear. In a single instant, the survivors disintegrated. Flesh, bone, and even the very essence of their existence were ripped apart, devoured by the energy field.
The chamber stood empty, a sterile tomb for the unfortunate souls who dared to defy the entity's cruel games.
The entity, satisfied and slightly disappointed – the thrill of the hunt was always better with more participants – walked out, footsteps resonating loudly in the oppressive silence. It flickered to its golden form, before turning into a teen, long blazing red hair, coattailed suit and tophat. He exited the castle, proceeded deeper into the unaffected Borearcis.
The wind howled around the structure, the only witness to the carnage within departing.
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Did you know?
Mt. Vicassida is the most deadly mountain known to the Galaxian Commonwealth of Borealia! The mountain occasionally collapses and then promptly rebuilds itself, which, as you can tell, caused chaos. It is believed that the mountain's instability is a result of the seismic activity triggered by the brutality of Borealis's civil war.
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