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01-15-2014, 10:38 PM
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Do you hear something? It's coming for you. It's coming for you now. Have you been running? Are you a refugee? Did you think you would be safe here? Well, aren't you quite the naive thing? There's nowhere to run. There's nowhere to hide. You aren't safe here. You aren't safe anywhere. Midnight - it is creeping up on you. You can't see it when you look over your shoulder. But it's there all the same. Waiting. Watching. Stalking. Hungry. And it wants you. The old, haggard mare smiles at you with crooked teeth. There are a few missing, and you regret not leaving her earlier. Well, actually, come to think of it, you did try to leave her, but she's a stubborn old witch and she managed to stick to your tail like a burr. She's creepy, though. And she keeps going on and on about the darkness. You're finally convinced that you just might be losing it, and then it happens: the darkness falls again. Panic takes hold, and you run, fleeing that which follows you from place to place, always taking over, leaving no survivors (that you know of). And the old mare's wild cackle follows you as you run away. THIS BOARD WILL CLOSE on January 21st, 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! |
