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| Believe In Him | | | Author: | | | IP: | 209-234-XXXX | | Date: | 03/30/03 12:03 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 4, Min: 4
Lifetime Rating for Gregory Hanson: 4.0000 |  | Gregory Hanson: I recieved this letter from my cousin, the great Wizard of the Wind. He is quite disturbed, as you can see, my lord.
"God bless you for the chance to ventilate and exchange ideas in this horrid realm; horrid, because that attacks continue and vary in intensity to the point where I have tacitly accepted all I've told you at the risk of denying everything about the mind and dreams I've ever learned description of haunting at night a large black shapeless mass turns out the lights while you are in the labyrinth of mazes hallways en route to storage rooms, in the back, and stands in your way laughing, evilly, there is a terror and a strong wave of hatred felt.
Trying to retrace your way in the darkness, back towards the elevator, hugging the walls, brings air blown onto the back of your neck, your name whispered in your ear and your clothing clutched and plucked at by unseen hands. The presence is large and blacker than the darkness surrounding it; you feel a sense of being watched and sense waves of intense hatred, which is undeniable. Flashlights fail and dim and blink out when one tries to outsmart its turning the lights out.
This building stands at the Wind Nebula. The psychic attacks continue, nonetheless; I am drowsing over the bathroom sink; half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, tired, still half asleep naked, when something brushes my face and loins, both just below the sink and just above my face, above the sink.
I open my bleary eyes and see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, hanging from the ceiling across the sink; a filigree chandelier of razor sharp connected fishhooks that I've stumbled onto, stark naked, now, with pinching sharp connections at my groin and lip and face that apprise me, quickly panicking now, that I've been deeply hooked in myriad places; into my genitals, pulling through my lip and my cheek and that to move backwards, in shock or panic flight is to deeply gaff myself further, inextricably and beyond help.
I am attached painfully and as I lift my right arm to gently work out the fishhook, razor thin, dozens of others fasten against and bite into my flesh scaring me further into desperation and deepening my angst as I awaken, quickly now, to a gathering sense of panic and helplessness and the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks, unseen, beneath the sink begin to bite deeper and more painfully into me, I am a marionette impaled from face to scrotum and have wandered unknowing into this macramé of razorblade like fishhooks some madman must have concocted over my sink in my bathroom.
The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I an stuck fast and in a nightmarish predicament I cannot solve as I am screaming, muted for help from my wife asleep in the other room. Opening my mouth to holler I feel the deeper bite of the hook into the deep muscles of my face and I can only growl and moan loudly, aware I wont likely be able to reach her ears with my low moaning and an becoming more entrapped with every movement.
Like a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks, I am trapped and my fear level climbs to near hysteria as I awaken, suddenly, in bed. Again I am aware of the imposed horror for ethereal feasting but dazzled at the raw power of the attack; the totality of sensory construction and the viciousness inherent in the scenario. I am beset with demons; negative thought entities who are malevolent and who know our minds much better than we do in projecting telepathic sustained attack. How can you fight something you can’t see?
Lord Bloodmane will have me killed. You must believe in him...or he will come!"
Executor: after reading it Yes, he does seem dark and disturbed, but this is one of many dark letters he has sent you, why do you give this one to me?
Gregory Hanson: Do you know who Lord Bloodmane is?
Executor: No, I am afraid I don't. His name stuck out near the end of his letter like a sore thumb, however.
Gregory Hanson: I agree. The Wizard of the Wind has been sending many letters to me but none of them so far has had a name in them...except this one.
Executor: Perhaps it is just something that popped into his head during one of his episodes.
Gregory Hanson: No, I truly believe it is a real person. The person who drove him mad, maybe?
Odd Pause
Gregory Hanson: I think we should set a course to him.
Executor: The wizard?
Gregory Hanson: Yes, I need to know who Lord Bloodmane is. His name seems somewhat familiar to me, I don't know why...but it does.
Executor: Have you gone crazy, too? The Wizard is not well, we cannot just ask him who Lord Bloodmane is. He will simply yammer on about some nonsense that doesn't relate to the question.
Gregory Hanson: I suppose you are right, but there is one way we can find out who this man is...
Executor: The more I say the name to myself, the more it sounds familiar. Lord Bloodmane...Lord Bloodmane...
Gregory Hanson: We can find out who he is by obtaining the Melody of Serenity found deep within the Forest Nebula.
Executor: Once again you suggest to find some mysterious melody that makes insane ones sane? I keep telling you, that melody is only a myth. No music has the power to do that!
Gregory Hanson: But, sir, if we set a course to the Nebula right now we can---
Executor: slams the table THAT is quite enough of this so-called "melody". Our course is set to Capital Planet, and it isn't changing. You are overworked. Get some sleep, why don't you?
Gregory Hanson: Fine. I shall see you in the morning. leaves the room
Executor looks around to make sure he's alone
Executor: I thought he would never leave. picks up the Wizard's letter ...Bloodmane...Bah, he is no one. Damn Wizard making up people.
Walks over to the liquor cabinet and gets a bottle of scotch
Executor: Damn, is that camera still on? I don't like being video taped in my Carrier!
walks over and shuts the camera off
Commander Margulous: That's all the stuff we got from the black box. Two guys chatting about some letter sent by Greg's cousin. And some guy named Bloodmane. Well, how's the rescue party coming?
Captain: Sorry sir, but we have found no one alive as of yet. The carrier crashed pretty damn good into Mount. Hirasho.
Commander Margulous: Damn it. We have lost some good warriors in this crash. Any sign on what caused it?
Captain: No, from what the engineers have told us, nothing was wrong with the Carrier. It was as if someone just crashed it into the mountain by accident.
Commander Margulous: There's no way the Executor could perform such a horrible landing. Something must've happened up there...
Captain: I think I hear my crew calling me, I'll be right back, sir.
Commander Margulous: Damn it, I know what happened. The foolish Executor probably got all caught up about the letter featuring some imaginary man who was the work of the mad Wizard that he drank himself stupid and crashed the plane! That has to be it.
Captain: Sir! Gregory is alive!
Commander Margulous: Good heavens, what a miracle! Let me see him.
Captain: No can do, he is barely alive right now, our helicopter is taking him to the nearby medical station right now.
Commander Margulous: Alright then, I want to speak with him as soon as he is better.
Captain: Yes, sir. leaves
Commander Margulous: What a day, I think I'll hit the hay a little early this evening.
Mysterious Voice: I don't think so.
Commander Margulous: What? Who said that? Where are you? draws his dagger
Mysterious Voice: That little dagger, you think it will stop me? The Executor's sword didn't stop be and he is twice the fighter you are.
Commander Margulous: What the hell? What are you talking about? Show yourself, NOW! Or I will call security!
Mysterious Voice: The Wizard isn't completely mad. He speaks some truth. Believe in me and you won't be killed. That's what he said in the letter.
Commander Margulous: How did you know about the letter? ...Bloodmane? Are you this Bloodmane that they spoke of?
Mysterious Voice: I'm glad you believe in me now, but it is too late. Don't try to run from my fury. It is too quick for you.
Commander Margulous: What the bloody hell is going on here? Answer me! ANSWER ME!
Huge gusts of wind overlap is voice
Captain: Sir! SIR! Its a twister! The whole base camp is right in the center of a cyclone! We need to --- Smacked and killed by a flying piece of metal
Commander Margulous: DAMN YOU BLOODMANE! DAMN YOU! runs vainly for his life
No one survived. Except, of course, for Gregory...again.
Believe in him
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