I will show you fear in a handfull of dust.
---
A hour seemed passing by slowly when in reality, the crash was only taking seconds. Kind of like bullet time. This guy learned to drive at the school of slow-mo, I thought. Yet he won't stop coming towards me, and I can't move at all. Another second and another inch moved the man who had a seizure at the driver's seat. It was going to slowly splinter and crush my car, and I would see every second of it, his front bumper careening towards my driver-side door.
The impact finally came, and I didn't feel it or see it. There was a brilliant light, then I saw my life before my eyes, just like they say you do in school.
In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have dropped out or started drinking. Man, screw flashbacks.
I'm back behind the wheel, but it isn't attached to anything, and it's transparent. I can see my fingers through it, and I can see the pavement throught my fingers. Everything around me and see-through, and in greyscale tone. No, sepia. My bad.
The thought is sort of projected into my mind; it's not my own, but yet I think all the same. I died There's my body in the car over there, all mangled and crap. Gnarly, my brother would have said. But somehow, all the shock and fear and terror I expected to come with dying was there, but suppressed like it was put in a pressure cooker. So I am compelled to do nothing until...
I feel a pull somewhere. Towards Red Lobster, of all places. Ghosts like seafood. Or expensive dining. Or both. But the door is outlined, and in the glass pane, I don't see Red Lobster, it kind of looks like a dentist's office. In fact, every door I see leads to the dentist's office. Wal-Mart, White Castle, Pizza Hut, JC Penny. It's the next life, my not-by-me thoughts say. You gotta go there.
So I do. And once inside the pressure cooker explodes.
---
They say those on top of the mountain didn't fall there. I tried to, but I missed.
---
Jonathan Kasra gasped for air as he fell to the ground of the office. "O-oh my God!" he cried, shocked from the sensation of dying and all the panic that came with it. "I don't want to die...!" he said, struggling to stand up and turn around.
"Sir, please be quiet, this is a public building."
Jon spun around. Wasn't he dead? What if he imagined the whole thing and just made an idiot of himself in the middle of Red Lobster?
The demon behind the counter reaffirmed the died-and-went-to-the-afterlife theory. It was a tall creature, human in shape, but strangely disfigured. It's skin was a dusty brownish tan, and bone structures jutted out in strange ways, such as it's ribcage which stood out a good six inches from it's waist. It's hands and feet were clawed and it's teeth were downright deadly-looking as it smiled to Jon.
"Don't kill me, please!" Jon said, backing against the wall.
"Sir, you already died. This is a waiting room. Think of it as the pearly gates for Hell."
"...This isn't Hell!"
"Yes it is. What did you expect, giant lava pits?"
"That's what supposed to be in H-"
A large, aggressive looking man wearing a bloody robe and a gargantuan pyramid-shaped helmet that covered much of it's upper body as well as it's head grabbed Jon and thrust him into a seat. "Shut up, already." The Pyramid-Head said. "How in Hell do I get stuck on noob-watch? I'm Pyramid Head, damn it!" As he was speaking, Jon sat in his seat, terrified.
"You're not aiming for employee of the month, are you?" said the Imp that Jon was talking to before.
Pyramid Head grumbled a bit before turning back to Jon. "Damn, son. I forgot how weak humans are. You'll be stuck like that for at least a week before you can head down to Demoning."
Jon was starting to get more confused than scared. What in God's name was going on?
---
Here's the lowdown. No profiles need. Any character from any "dimension" can join, meaing ANY character you make can play this, no questions asked. You die and go to Hell. You can't go to Heaven for reasons explained later. Point of the story is that it becomes a sort of semi-humorous but still seriously-taken escape RP from Hell, that ironically is run like a country or a business more than a plane of torment and despair. In fact, it isn't really a place of punishment, just a different form of afterlife. Oh, and noone can die - instant regeneration when you're in Hell.
Have hun with it.
What a way to end it all...
...Bloody chickens.
Link materialized on the floor, "GYAH! I'll get you for- wait. Where am I?" He looked around the room, noticing two demons, one behind a counter, and a person, looking scared and confused. The Demon Looked at the Green-tuniced Sword Weilder. "You're in hell, of course."
Then it hit him. He'd been killed by chickens. He ran screaming around the room, as any in his situation would. " Why am I here?! I mean, I was out to save the world!"
"Well, let's see... You killed half of everyone in that one village, killed all the members of 'Zombies Anounamous, and attacked a flock of chickens, who then proceded to kill you." Link Stammered in Protest, "But-but! I had no control over myself! It was as if some divine being was controling me... it was holding something with lots of buttons..."
OOC; If that's a little TOO out there, I'll edit it, but I thought this would be a great intro for Link. XD
Sonic looked around, defensively. "Damn SEGA! Why do they think that a level is nothing more than a series of platforms over a pit?! And...Where the hell am I?! I still had three lives left!"
Cloud hit the floor with a dull thud, his sword clanging noisily against the floor.
"Damn. Did I get killed by Ruby weapon again? I seriously need some KotR next time."
The demon at the reception desk turned around. "Hey Cloud."
"Hey Jim."
"Emerald again?"
"Nope. Ruby this time."
"Ouch."
"Yeah."
"Waiting to get revived?"
"Yup."
"Have a seat, why don't you?"
"Okay."
"Want some coffee while you wait to get phoenix down'd?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Just then, a screaming man smacked into the neatly-tiled floor of the office.
"Oh man, I just wanted to die. Where am I now?" He said, standing up and brushing himself off.
"You're in hell, sir. and please keep it down."
The man looked puzzled.
"Wait... shouldn't I be in heaven?"
"You killed yourself, didn't you?"
He considered this for a second, then said,
"Good point."
"Oh." Said Cloud, fading out of sight.
"What's happening to him?"
The newly-arrived man asked.
"One of his party members used a phoenix down."
"Can I do that?"
"No."
But not long after Cloud had left, he fell out of thin air again with a smack.
"What's it this time?" The man asked, getting more and more confused by the second.
"Tonberry."
"Oh."
"By the way, sir, you still haven't given me your name."
"My name? Uh... I genuinely can't remember. It was John, oh, John something. Just call me Smith."
"Smith, eh?" The demon muttered, writing it down in a massive tome.
With the sound of a beehive being ground through a meat grinder along with 3 pounds of hamburger, an entire company of armored Orcs coalesced out of thin air. As they adjusted to their surroundings, they all lined up at the reception desk, giving their names and occupations, and explaining that they had all been wiped out by a level 10 paladin and his company of Knights. One of these happened to pop into Hell at that very moment, and quickly ran off.
"Hell is very different from what I would have expected," John Smith said, taking a muffin off of a tray that a fire giant was pushing around. "Thank you, kind... sir?"
"... Chickens.", Link Muttered.
"where the Hell Am I? I Still had three lives left!"
Link noticed one of the Newcomers, A blue Hedgehog Materialize. "...As far as I can tell, You're in Hell, My friend.", Link said, poking a vase of Flowers. "What're you in for?"
"What the hell?" a musty, but yet somewhat young voice said as he examined the figures around him. "Where am I now? This doesn't look like Raccoon...." he muttered in a low voice. Kevin Ryman looked around and looked at the near receptionist's desk. He'd myswell figure some crap out in the process.
"Where am I?" he asked the receptionist.
"Your'e in hell, sir."
"Hell....." it took awhile for it to sink in, but even when it did he didn't scream in shock.
"Your name?"
"Huh?" Kevin mumbuled.
"You have a name, right?"
"Ryman, Kevin Ryman."
"Ah. Raccoon City." the receptionist said as he scribbiled it down.
"Where..where do I go now? The plains of despair?"
"Now, now- don't beleive everything you here from upstairs." the receptionist replied.
"I didn't do anything wrong....though." he muttered.
"Now thats a lie."
"...well, just because I didn't help my party from a incredibily hard zombie thing...."
"There ya' go."
Kevin just shrugged, slightly irrated and walked near the two other figures.
"...So, so what is this? What's going to happen?" Jon stammered.
"Well, this is were you probably are going to live the rest of eternity."
"I... eternity?"
"Yeah, did I stutter?" the demon said menacingly.
"N-no, sorry." Jon said. This was very unconfortable.
"Anyways, you're all here for a reason. You died. Actually, some of you might not have done anything bad. Luck would have it, Heaven is remodeling."
"What? Remodeling?! What kind of crap is that?"
"It happens. Heaven sucks, though. It's like going to an extremely strict church and getting locked up there, and the basically hate you if you aren't good enough for their standards. Think 'boarding school'. Anyways, you can pretty much do whatever you want until about a week from now. Then you need to come back here."
"What for?"
"Oh, nothing. Now get out of here." the demon pointed towards the door, and they shuffled away.
What they saw appaled them. It was...
New York City, with a red sky and black clouds, and a olden-style gotchic architecture on all the buildings. People weren't people; they were demons, some so-so, some horrifying, and yet they were there, doing normal things. Going to the movies. Renting videos from a Blockbuster store. Buying groceries. Some were crawling up walls in a completely unnaturaly way, laughing and having a good time.
"And this is Hell?" Jon said, questioning jsut about everything that ever was in his head at the moment.
"...d-d-demons?" , Link stutered with a vary apparent "._.;" on his face. Being from an encivilised culture, he wasn't used to this sort of city. "What do you call the manner of these places?", Link asked, noticing the tall buildings. "It's like a canyon made of... glass? glass and...Plaster? And this sickly black stuff where those ugly carts roll by! This place is truly horrible."
OOC: Link shares thoughts on our culture. ^_^
Jon could understand why someone such as Link would look down on all this, but he would look down on not having the technology and conveniencies of modern life. Link seemed to be from the past. And he had a sword, what good was that nowadays?
"It's called technology. It does have a dark side, but it's very useful." Jon said. "Hold on." Jon checked through his pockets and pulled out a small 9mm pistol he always kept with him since he got mugged.
"Okay, check this out," Jon said turning to a nearby brick wall and fired two rounds.
Sonic just followed Link, quiet. "Why am I in Hell? I'm a hero, damnit!"
"You are here for...Hmm...Oh! It's in this record. You are here out of one of SEGA's plotholes. Seems you stand for a company that wavers on the story quite often, Sonic."
"Tell me about it. That whole Heroes bit made me cry myself to sleep."
"... I can make flashes too.", Link said, producing a bomb. He lit it, and placed it by the wall, then backed up.
It exploded and the wall shattered. "Mine's better."
Sonic didn't even realize that Link and the other person were leaving him behind, as he turned to the demon that told him about the plotholes. "Heey! Wait for mee!"
This sounds freakin' awesome. I'm gonna join later. I see everyone has a videogame character, so I'll continue with Resident Evil. Please nobody take that beginning.
"Henshin a-go-go, baby!" Joe screamed as the V-watch glowed brightly. His clothes transformed at the sound of those words.
With a crimson spandex suit, red and white helmet with a V-emblem on it, and pink cape flowing out behind him, he said to Demon Alastor, "So... you wanna fight? Then watch out... 'cause your not dealing with plain old Joe... your dealing with Viewtiful Joe!"
"Hahahaha.... so Joe... how do you like it... WHEN I DESTROY THIS MOVIE WITH YOU IN IT?!"
"What?!"
Alastor the sliced through the air with his sword, causing a rift in the movie, which sucked up everything in it. Before Joe was sucked in, he destroyed the black film, which was possessing Alastor again, with his ultimate move, Viewtiful Forever, and Alastor was turned back to normal.
"Alastor!"
"Yeah?"
"Where does this go?"
"I dunno how to tell you this but... we're gonna-"
Alastor was cut off as they were both sucked into the void.
------------------------------------------------------------
In Hell
They were both dumped down in a strange room with demonic things everywhere.
"Are we in Night of the Living Dead?!" Joe asked, frightened.
"Nah. We're in Hell. I barely got out of this place..." Alastor said.
They walked up to the front desk and the demon there gave Joe and Alastor a look of contempt.
"Hmph. Alastor... I know you escaped, but next time, the Devil won't be as merciful... don't even think about getting out of here..."
"Uhhhm... Sir? Why are we down here?" Joe asked.
"Alastor is down here for being evil... and Joe, your down here for idolizong Captain Blue, who is King Blue, who is EVIL" he said happily.
"But-but-" Joe stammered as they went out into the city.
Sonic walked up to him. "I don't believe I know you. I'm Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. I'm here because SEGA has plothole problems. You?"
Pyramid Head grabbed Sonic and Joe off the ground and lifted them into the air.
"No time for chit-chat, ladies. Things need to be done. We can't demon you in an instant, there are some important prere... prere..."
"Prerequisites." the Imp said while flipping through an EGM.
"Whatever, smartass. Prerequisites. I got just the thing for you guys." Pyramid Head pulled out what was apparently a demonic TV remote with two buttons, and up arrow and a down arrow. He did this while holding up Sonic and Joe at the same time in one hand. He used said hand to throw them through the open door, where they landed in the midst of the others.
Pyramid Head followed. "Alright, wusses. Listen. Y'all are weak, and greatly so. I'll be in charge of fixing you wastes of space up, but regulations say I have to do it steadily. So here's your gift of the day, and it's unique to each of you. It'll be pretty minor, but oh-well. Enjoy!" and with that, he pressed up.
Everyone dropped to their knees. Jon, in particular, had his eyes explode, just like that. Pop, like smashing a grape with a sledgehammer. He yelled out loud and clutched his face, which had blood on it in some spots because of the wound he was just dealt.
Yet, gone as they felt, they weren't entirely. Bit by bit, he could feel them again; they were coming back, apparently... but he didn't see the same. Crystal clear and amazingly powerful. He saw that it was about 5:38 PM on someone's watch. The man was standing on a a few stories up and down the street. Crazy, Jon thought.
It didn't stop there. Jon say more than that. He saw above him, behind him, to his sides, without shifting his view at all. He could see himself! His own face. That's not even possible. His eyes looked like red and yellow mist swirling around in a globe. In the midst of the fog was a tiny black dot.
He turned to Pyramid Head. "What the hell did you do to me, you sick freak!" He screamed.
"Shut up. Your friends might need help. Gifts are entirely random, you see, and someone might get a particularly nasty one." and then, he simply fell through the ground, not to be seen again.
"God damnit," Jon muttered and turned to the others. "Are you guys alright?"
Sonic was clutching his head. "Ow, damnit!!! Oww! stop shouting, I have a headache!!! Okay, I'm fine...The hell jsut happened?!"
EDIT: I guess I shouldn't RP more than once at a time with so many different characters. Heh. Ah well.
OOC: I thought you were Sonic, not yourself. I'll go on the assumption you're playing yourself now, however...
"I don't know... my eyes! Oh my God..." Jon was completely dumbfounded, unable to think as fast as he could see. He leaned agaisnt the wall and shut them; he didn't want anyone to see what the looked like.
"Quit your crying. It's a blessing, not a curse." the Pyramid-Head growled. "Besides, we got more stuff to do with you tomorrow." He walked back inside and sat on a waiting room chair and yelled back to the group. "You can go do whatever you want, now. Oh, and stick together! You can't be killed, but you can still get smacked around."
Jon sank down to the ground, beaten. "...Hey, blue spiky-thing. What did he do to you...?"
OOC: I think SX IS playing Sonic, but ut SX there while not thinking. >_>;;
IC:
"AAAUUUGH! MY ARM! MY SWORD! MY ARM-SWORD!", Link yelled, running around with his sword fused to his hand. IT actaully didn't look that bad, but it was still freaky. He stopped, what just happened sunk in, and he fainted.
Sonic stood. "Oww...My head...Hearing, I guess..." The demon laughed. "The hearing will be too powerful for a while...It will become perfect, Sonic..."
Sonic sighed. "Better than having a sword for an arm."
Link, at this time, was asleep. His subcontious was screaming at him. You have a sword for an arm!
So?
You have a SWORD for an ARM!
Your point?
YOU HAVE A SWORD FOR AN ARM!!
Oh.
He awoke, and Screamed. Much to Sonic's discomfort.
OOC: Had to bumb this some way or another.
Sonic thwacked Link. "Damnit, don't do that again!"
Link flinched. "Ow...Don't hit me!"
Sonic sighed. "Don't do that, then!"
