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01-22-2014, 11:01 PM
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Ah, the Secret Grove. It's the perfect spot for meeting a lover, isn't it? The soft, lulling sound of water in the background; the happy, yet distant bird song; the gently whispering willows cascading around you; all creating the most wonderful sense of privacy. Until, of course, the trees try to kill you. Who knows why you are in the Secret Grove today - perhaps you are meeting a lover, or perhaps you are meeting a memory of a lover, or perhaps you are just passing through. Ultimately, the why simply doesn't matter. What does matter is the way the long, trailing branches are wrapping around your body. One catches a leg; another your barrel. You struggle, to no avail, until finally, a branch wraps around your throat. And it begins to squeeze. And you begin to choke. And the world goes dark. And dim. And quiet. And you... are dead. Or maybe it's all just in your head. Maybe it's all an illusion. Maybe the world decided it would be fun to mess with your mind. Or maybe your life just sucks, and this is actually the end of the road for you. Who knows? THIS BOARD WILL CLOSE on January 29th, 1 week from now. All threads should either finish using this plot or you can request for them to be moved here! Welcome to Helovia's Darkest Hour. *Make sure to stop making new threads and pay attention. Consequences will not be good! |
