「Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.」
He was reborn, awoken once again. In a pitch dark room he stood, inspecting himself, making sure everything he needed was there. He was that kind of man, he did not care how he was 'alive' but rather how he would keep it that way. The last thing he remembers was lightning piercing through him with authority. It all turned black at that point, he faded into unconsciousness, presumably dead.
But now, he awoke, he was 'alive' or at least to a certain extent, was it his soul that was inspecting itself? Probably. The man confirmed that his attire was present, a simple sword, ninja pouch, and a whip that was all he needed, all he ever needed. Maybe that should change, that is when he figures out what to do next. The man moved gingerly around, the darkness, his previous playground, was no longer as welcoming as before. It enlisted fear into the man, even if it was just an ounce, it was still present.
“Where the **** am I!?” he finally asked after growing tired of walking around in the darkness. His voice resonated around the area, it had a eerie echo to it. A small yet spine chilling laugh was heard in the far edges of the room. “Show yourself!”
Some RP before we start, you can be the one that was laughing - the keeper of hell, the one I must defeat in order to be reborn, or another defeated soul that wishes to rise once again, or anything else kewl o-o. For the terrain, we like go out from a cave or something creative. We can go in a different approach if you want as well.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.」
He was reborn, awoken once again. In a pitch dark room he stood, inspecting himself, making sure everything he needed was there. He was that kind of man, he did not care how he was 'alive' but rather how he would keep it that way. The last thing he remembers was lightning piercing through him with authority. It all turned black at that point, he faded into unconsciousness, presumably dead.
But now, he awoke, he was 'alive' or at least to a certain extent, was it his soul that was inspecting itself? Probably. The man confirmed that his attire was present, a simple sword, ninja pouch, and a whip that was all he needed, all he ever needed. Maybe that should change, that is when he figures out what to do next. The man moved gingerly around, the darkness, his previous playground, was no longer as welcoming as before. It enlisted fear into the man, even if it was just an ounce, it was still present.
“Where the **** am I!?” he finally asked after growing tired of walking around in the darkness. His voice resonated around the area, it had a eerie echo to it. A small yet spine chilling laugh was heard in the far edges of the room. “Show yourself!”
Some RP before we start, you can be the one that was laughing - the keeper of hell, the one I must defeat in order to be reborn, or another defeated soul that wishes to rise once again, or anything else kewl o-o. For the terrain, we like go out from a cave or something creative. We can go in a different approach if you want as well.
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