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This is a short I wrote for my faction scary story contest in Oct 22. I wanted to post it here for more feedback and peoples reading pleasure! Sorry if my formatting is shit, Im not the best but Im learning!
The sound of the late model Crown Victoria's engine roared as officer Gary Schultz raced down the only highway through Roots County. He was headed towards the old Miller farm, though it wasn't used as much of a farm these days. Jeff Miller and his wife Beth, ran the farm after their folks passed a few years back but it was never the same. Now they barely kept any animals let alone crops. As he passed mile marker fifteen, officer Shultz picked up the dash mount radio transmitter and thumbed the button. His words were hasty as was his breathing,
"One one three, dispatch. Just hit marker fifteen, two minutes out." He released the button, but not the tension in his shoulders. Something about this call made the hair on his neck stand up. The call came in about ten minutes ago at quarter to eleven in the evening just as Gary had been about to finish his shift. Dispatch had sent him the call, and the only info anyone had gotten was fifteen seconds of screaming on the 911 line before it abruptly cut off. Now officer Schultz was slowing down, the entrance to the Miller farm was approaching on his right. He eased the car down to a safe speed and turned the wheel, the crunching of the gravel replaced the light hum of tarmac as he entered the driveway. The old two level home had a rustic appeal in the day time, but now in the glow of red and blue lights, the home looked more like a set piece in the latest horror franchise. Somewhere on the main floor a light was glowing, perhaps the kitchen. There was also another one upstairs, maybe a bedroom. If not for the call, you would suspect nothing of this quiet little home nestled just off the highway behind a rim of tall evergreens. As his cruiser got closer to the old farm house, he noticed another light. It was coming from the freshly renovated barn. The barn doors were swung wide open and an eerie magenta glow pierced the dark of night. Gary had never seen anything like it. His police car rolled to a stop with one last crunch and he killed the engine with the turn of his key. He radioed back to dispatch that he had arrived on scene and requested additional units. Stepping out of the cruiser, the night air felt cold on his face. He realized he was sweating. He had to check on the house first, but that glow emanating from the barn tried to hold his gaze. It beckoned to him. He shook off the feeling and approached the front porch. The aged stairs groaned under his weight and flecks of the once gleaming white paint now broke free and danced away into the night on the gentle breeze.
"Jeff, Beth?" Gary called out. "This is the County Police", he shouted. No answer. He opened the screen door and banged hard on the windowless main door repeating his last statement. Nothing. He tried the door. The handle turned and the door creaked open slowly. Gary's hairs were standing up again. The door swung open about a third of the way, then stopped against something. Drawing his Glock 17 duty pistol from its leather holster, Gary raised the weapon and turned on the under mount flash light. The beam of bright white LED light caused the dark to retreat. Gary hadn't known Jeff or Beth personally, but that did not make it any easier to see Jeff laying on the floor in a pool of bright crimson, the door pressed against his leg. In his hand was a crushed cell phone, his hand crushed with it, mangled and almost fusing the two together. He panned his gun up, the light slowly illuminating the rest of Jeff's body. The light passed over his head and Gary audibly gasped. The entire lower portion of Jeff's face and jaw had been ripped off. The jagged edges of flesh still dripping with blood having happened only minutes ago. There were other injuries as well. Injuries that made Gary think a black bear, or maybe a cougar had gotten into the house. He listened intently. The furnace was running. The refrigerator hummed happily in the kitchen. Nothing of concern to officer Schultz. No footsteps, no creaking. Thankfully, no growling. He moved away from Jeff Miller's torn corpse and began a sweep of the main floor. He moved as quietly as he could from room to room. From the barn, the ominous pink hue splashed against the walls as he checked each room, the living area, the laundry room, then finally the kitchen. The light was on in here proving his initial hunch correct. The yellowish glow of a lightbulb had never given Gary such relief. It would be short lived. Just behind the center island in the kitchen lay Beth. Or what Gary thought was Beth. He couldn't tell anymore. It looked as though her body had been eviscerated, her intestines sprawling from her stomach in all directions. Trying not to vomit, Gary turned around and launched out of the room, hunched over and grabbed his knees.
Suddenly, a loud crash thundered through the house originating from somewhere upstairs. The floor above shook and dust particles fell from the vibration. Another loud crash. Something big was upstairs. Gary swallowed hard as he stood up. He radioed dispatch and informed them of what he had found. He hadn't noticed that he had gotten no response after his last call out, but this time he did. The loud crash again. Cracks had formed on the ceiling above him. He wanted out of this place. He made his way to the front door and exited onto the porch but didn't stop there. He didn't realize how far he had gone or that he had been running until he was back at his cruiser. The red and blue lights still sporadically flashing. Gary turned around. He kept thinking how loud the sound had been. It sounded like someone had been knocking over heavy antique armoires. His gun was raised and he scanned the windows of the upstairs level. There was no movement. It was dark except for one light in the corner room on the left. Officer Schultz radioed again about the back up. He was still met with no response. Only static. He tried again. Nothing. Gary gave up on the radio. Something was not right about this place. He turned his attention over to the Barn. Still glowing, still inviting. He slowly walked towards the front doors, gun raised. The eerie light now fully in front of him. He could see that other than the mysterious light the barn seemed normal. Various tools and equipment lined the walls. A few stalls where horses could be kept were at the far end, though none were there now. A John Deere tractor in famous green and yellow sat in the middle. Just beyond the tractor, on the floor of the barn, a hatch door was propped up and open. The light seemed to be concentrated in that spot, as if it was spilling out from below like a gaseous cloud. Gary couldn't quite figure it out, he had never seen anything like it. Something inside him compelled him to go and look. He seemed less worried about his failing radio now, the red and blue of his squad car lights faded away as he was surrounded in the pinkish purple hue. Gary crept over to the hatch and peered inside. A ladder led down for what seemed like far to deep to be some kind of wine cellar. The shaft walls were dirt and reinforced with new wood beams.
"What the hell were you two doing up here" Gary mumbled. He placed his gun into the holster and prepared to step onto the ladder and head down, completely abandoning his sense of danger. Gary descended the ladder quickly, almost as if he was excited to see what lay at the bottom. At the bottom of the shaft he was met with a long corridor. He un-holstered his firearm again and pulled it up to his side. He glanced down the hallway. The lighting in the hallway was all rows of white lights that had been tinted pink by the color that he followed in here. The magenta light bathed the walls. Unlike the shaft walls, these walls were metal. The long hall led to a steel framed door, rivets lined its edges. A digital keypad was to the right. The grey cold steel looked quite sturdy, yet in places there were protruding lumps, as if it had been shot from the other side and barely contained the bullet. The door was no longer secure and Gary was able to swing it open with his hands. Keeping his pistol at the ready he entered this new room. Computers and electronic equipment were scattered over many tables and desks. Haphazard work stations is what they appeared to be. A few people lay motionless around the room. Gary did not feel compelled to check them, he knew they were dead. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was certain. Ahead of the computers was a recessed area, like a movie theater. Stairs led down to a platform that housed various machines that seemed other worldly to him. Gary was no mechanic, or engineer by any means but he recognized machines easily enough, but these were nothing like anything he had ever encountered. Even during his short time in the service deployed to the middle east he had not seen anything that appeared this advanced, this...weird. The magenta light was coming out of a central machine, pouring out like dry ice fog pours out during a magic show. Gary stepped towards the machine to get a better look, his pistol down at his side. Behind him there was a crash, distant but familiar. The same crashing, thundering loudness he had heard in the house. Turning to face the bullet damaged steel door, he could see shadows dancing on the walls in the hallway. It looked like it was getting closer. Snapping out of his semi daze, Gary raised his sidearm again. His voice cracked as he yelled, "Police!" instinctively, just as the heavy steel door flung open at full speed slamming into the wall and breaking off the hinges. Before him was something from a child's nightmare. He didn't know what it was, or how to perceive it. An amorphous blob, yet also a solid thing, some kind of creature. It had form but also none. Gary's mind was racked with a lack of understanding of this thing, this entity. He fired his weapon at it. The boom of the pistol was deafening in the closed space. The entity moved towards him, un-phased by the bits of subsonic metal. They landed on target with bright flashes of magenta light that quickly rippled over the surface of the thing, dissipated, then were gone. His clip was empty in the instant it took for the thing to reach Gary. As it was upon him he could see inside its translucent pinkish flesh, like looking through a window of purplish, pink water. Gary was surprised at how calm he felt and for a moment time seemed to linger. As he peered into the void thing, he saw his father. His father who had died mysteriously 10 years ago. He saw flashes of his memories, and of memories there were not his own. He saw Jeff riding a horse on the farm, he was laughing. There was Beth as well, but she was younger. Others too that he did not recognize. A man in a colonial times battle dress, a boy on a ship from what seemed like the 1500's. Were these real memories? Memories of people killed by the void thing? But some were so old. Maybe it has been around forever. He wondered about that. He wondered in slow motion as the void thing ripped his head from his body. Until he wondered no more. Surrounded by the others from the memories. Together, everyone. Surrounded in the pink glow.
The Void Thing
The sound of the late model Crown Victoria's engine roared as officer Gary Schultz raced down the only highway through Roots County. He was headed towards the old Miller farm, though it wasn't used as much of a farm these days. Jeff Miller and his wife Beth, ran the farm after their folks passed a few years back but it was never the same. Now they barely kept any animals let alone crops. As he passed mile marker fifteen, officer Shultz picked up the dash mount radio transmitter and thumbed the button. His words were hasty as was his breathing,
"One one three, dispatch. Just hit marker fifteen, two minutes out." He released the button, but not the tension in his shoulders. Something about this call made the hair on his neck stand up. The call came in about ten minutes ago at quarter to eleven in the evening just as Gary had been about to finish his shift. Dispatch had sent him the call, and the only info anyone had gotten was fifteen seconds of screaming on the 911 line before it abruptly cut off. Now officer Schultz was slowing down, the entrance to the Miller farm was approaching on his right. He eased the car down to a safe speed and turned the wheel, the crunching of the gravel replaced the light hum of tarmac as he entered the driveway. The old two level home had a rustic appeal in the day time, but now in the glow of red and blue lights, the home looked more like a set piece in the latest horror franchise. Somewhere on the main floor a light was glowing, perhaps the kitchen. There was also another one upstairs, maybe a bedroom. If not for the call, you would suspect nothing of this quiet little home nestled just off the highway behind a rim of tall evergreens. As his cruiser got closer to the old farm house, he noticed another light. It was coming from the freshly renovated barn. The barn doors were swung wide open and an eerie magenta glow pierced the dark of night. Gary had never seen anything like it. His police car rolled to a stop with one last crunch and he killed the engine with the turn of his key. He radioed back to dispatch that he had arrived on scene and requested additional units. Stepping out of the cruiser, the night air felt cold on his face. He realized he was sweating. He had to check on the house first, but that glow emanating from the barn tried to hold his gaze. It beckoned to him. He shook off the feeling and approached the front porch. The aged stairs groaned under his weight and flecks of the once gleaming white paint now broke free and danced away into the night on the gentle breeze.
"Jeff, Beth?" Gary called out. "This is the County Police", he shouted. No answer. He opened the screen door and banged hard on the windowless main door repeating his last statement. Nothing. He tried the door. The handle turned and the door creaked open slowly. Gary's hairs were standing up again. The door swung open about a third of the way, then stopped against something. Drawing his Glock 17 duty pistol from its leather holster, Gary raised the weapon and turned on the under mount flash light. The beam of bright white LED light caused the dark to retreat. Gary hadn't known Jeff or Beth personally, but that did not make it any easier to see Jeff laying on the floor in a pool of bright crimson, the door pressed against his leg. In his hand was a crushed cell phone, his hand crushed with it, mangled and almost fusing the two together. He panned his gun up, the light slowly illuminating the rest of Jeff's body. The light passed over his head and Gary audibly gasped. The entire lower portion of Jeff's face and jaw had been ripped off. The jagged edges of flesh still dripping with blood having happened only minutes ago. There were other injuries as well. Injuries that made Gary think a black bear, or maybe a cougar had gotten into the house. He listened intently. The furnace was running. The refrigerator hummed happily in the kitchen. Nothing of concern to officer Schultz. No footsteps, no creaking. Thankfully, no growling. He moved away from Jeff Miller's torn corpse and began a sweep of the main floor. He moved as quietly as he could from room to room. From the barn, the ominous pink hue splashed against the walls as he checked each room, the living area, the laundry room, then finally the kitchen. The light was on in here proving his initial hunch correct. The yellowish glow of a lightbulb had never given Gary such relief. It would be short lived. Just behind the center island in the kitchen lay Beth. Or what Gary thought was Beth. He couldn't tell anymore. It looked as though her body had been eviscerated, her intestines sprawling from her stomach in all directions. Trying not to vomit, Gary turned around and launched out of the room, hunched over and grabbed his knees.
Suddenly, a loud crash thundered through the house originating from somewhere upstairs. The floor above shook and dust particles fell from the vibration. Another loud crash. Something big was upstairs. Gary swallowed hard as he stood up. He radioed dispatch and informed them of what he had found. He hadn't noticed that he had gotten no response after his last call out, but this time he did. The loud crash again. Cracks had formed on the ceiling above him. He wanted out of this place. He made his way to the front door and exited onto the porch but didn't stop there. He didn't realize how far he had gone or that he had been running until he was back at his cruiser. The red and blue lights still sporadically flashing. Gary turned around. He kept thinking how loud the sound had been. It sounded like someone had been knocking over heavy antique armoires. His gun was raised and he scanned the windows of the upstairs level. There was no movement. It was dark except for one light in the corner room on the left. Officer Schultz radioed again about the back up. He was still met with no response. Only static. He tried again. Nothing. Gary gave up on the radio. Something was not right about this place. He turned his attention over to the Barn. Still glowing, still inviting. He slowly walked towards the front doors, gun raised. The eerie light now fully in front of him. He could see that other than the mysterious light the barn seemed normal. Various tools and equipment lined the walls. A few stalls where horses could be kept were at the far end, though none were there now. A John Deere tractor in famous green and yellow sat in the middle. Just beyond the tractor, on the floor of the barn, a hatch door was propped up and open. The light seemed to be concentrated in that spot, as if it was spilling out from below like a gaseous cloud. Gary couldn't quite figure it out, he had never seen anything like it. Something inside him compelled him to go and look. He seemed less worried about his failing radio now, the red and blue of his squad car lights faded away as he was surrounded in the pinkish purple hue. Gary crept over to the hatch and peered inside. A ladder led down for what seemed like far to deep to be some kind of wine cellar. The shaft walls were dirt and reinforced with new wood beams.
"What the hell were you two doing up here" Gary mumbled. He placed his gun into the holster and prepared to step onto the ladder and head down, completely abandoning his sense of danger. Gary descended the ladder quickly, almost as if he was excited to see what lay at the bottom. At the bottom of the shaft he was met with a long corridor. He un-holstered his firearm again and pulled it up to his side. He glanced down the hallway. The lighting in the hallway was all rows of white lights that had been tinted pink by the color that he followed in here. The magenta light bathed the walls. Unlike the shaft walls, these walls were metal. The long hall led to a steel framed door, rivets lined its edges. A digital keypad was to the right. The grey cold steel looked quite sturdy, yet in places there were protruding lumps, as if it had been shot from the other side and barely contained the bullet. The door was no longer secure and Gary was able to swing it open with his hands. Keeping his pistol at the ready he entered this new room. Computers and electronic equipment were scattered over many tables and desks. Haphazard work stations is what they appeared to be. A few people lay motionless around the room. Gary did not feel compelled to check them, he knew they were dead. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was certain. Ahead of the computers was a recessed area, like a movie theater. Stairs led down to a platform that housed various machines that seemed other worldly to him. Gary was no mechanic, or engineer by any means but he recognized machines easily enough, but these were nothing like anything he had ever encountered. Even during his short time in the service deployed to the middle east he had not seen anything that appeared this advanced, this...weird. The magenta light was coming out of a central machine, pouring out like dry ice fog pours out during a magic show. Gary stepped towards the machine to get a better look, his pistol down at his side. Behind him there was a crash, distant but familiar. The same crashing, thundering loudness he had heard in the house. Turning to face the bullet damaged steel door, he could see shadows dancing on the walls in the hallway. It looked like it was getting closer. Snapping out of his semi daze, Gary raised his sidearm again. His voice cracked as he yelled, "Police!" instinctively, just as the heavy steel door flung open at full speed slamming into the wall and breaking off the hinges. Before him was something from a child's nightmare. He didn't know what it was, or how to perceive it. An amorphous blob, yet also a solid thing, some kind of creature. It had form but also none. Gary's mind was racked with a lack of understanding of this thing, this entity. He fired his weapon at it. The boom of the pistol was deafening in the closed space. The entity moved towards him, un-phased by the bits of subsonic metal. They landed on target with bright flashes of magenta light that quickly rippled over the surface of the thing, dissipated, then were gone. His clip was empty in the instant it took for the thing to reach Gary. As it was upon him he could see inside its translucent pinkish flesh, like looking through a window of purplish, pink water. Gary was surprised at how calm he felt and for a moment time seemed to linger. As he peered into the void thing, he saw his father. His father who had died mysteriously 10 years ago. He saw flashes of his memories, and of memories there were not his own. He saw Jeff riding a horse on the farm, he was laughing. There was Beth as well, but she was younger. Others too that he did not recognize. A man in a colonial times battle dress, a boy on a ship from what seemed like the 1500's. Were these real memories? Memories of people killed by the void thing? But some were so old. Maybe it has been around forever. He wondered about that. He wondered in slow motion as the void thing ripped his head from his body. Until he wondered no more. Surrounded by the others from the memories. Together, everyone. Surrounded in the pink glow.
The Void Thing
Exactly what it sounds like, a simple pixel art, animation of a window and some scenery going by on loop, maybe 3 seconds of airplane engine noise on loop with casino style turn off sound button. Merit or two for looking out the window for certain time periods, maybe even a rare one for looking out window for an entire flight (of more than 2 hours) and an anti idle setting to at least force use of mouse jiggler to get the merit if you want to cheat :P
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Hey you. Yes you! Stop looking around, it's not those other guys reading, it's YOU. Thats right. I'm talking to you there. Hello friend! You've come here to see what we are all about? To see if you have the chops to roll with the best? To get your proverbial 'foot in the door' as they say? What do you get when you come under the beautiful wing of the butterfly? Protection? RW Money? Advice / Guides? Mentors? Sure. That all sounds great. But we know why you REALLY came. We know what you want. I'm here to tell you we have it. Lots of it. And you can have all that you can handle and then some. Those glorious, juicy, sweet, succulent, wonderful, warm, enchanting wiggles. World famous and once you get a taste.... Well you know the rest or you wouldn't be here. So come, and get your fill! Maybe make a friend or two. Hopefully I see you soon for some fun new friend! Ok you can stop leaning at the screen so close people are starting to think you are weird! Until then! *Wiggles*
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This is a short I wrote for my faction scary story contest in Oct 22. I wanted to post it here for more feedback and peoples reading pleasure! Sorry if my formatting is shit, Im not the best but Im learning!
The sound of the late model Crown Victoria's engine roared as officer Gary Schultz raced down the only highway through Roots County. He was headed towards the old Miller farm, though it wasn't used as much of a farm these days. Jeff Miller and his wife Beth, ran the farm after their folks passed a few years back but it was never the same. Now they barely kept any animals let alone crops. As he passed mile marker fifteen, officer Shultz picked up the dash mount radio transmitter and thumbed the button. His words were hasty as was his breathing,
"One one three, dispatch. Just hit marker fifteen, two minutes out." He released the button, but not the tension in his shoulders. Something about this call made the hair on his neck stand up. The call came in about ten minutes ago at quarter to eleven in the evening just as Gary had been about to finish his shift. Dispatch had sent him the call, and the only info anyone had gotten was fifteen seconds of screaming on the 911 line before it abruptly cut off. Now officer Schultz was slowing down, the entrance to the Miller farm was approaching on his right. He eased the car down to a safe speed and turned the wheel, the crunching of the gravel replaced the light hum of tarmac as he entered the driveway. The old two level home had a rustic appeal in the day time, but now in the glow of red and blue lights, the home looked more like a set piece in the latest horror franchise. Somewhere on the main floor a light was glowing, perhaps the kitchen. There was also another one upstairs, maybe a bedroom. If not for the call, you would suspect nothing of this quiet little home nestled just off the highway behind a rim of tall evergreens. As his cruiser got closer to the old farm house, he noticed another light. It was coming from the freshly renovated barn. The barn doors were swung wide open and an eerie magenta glow pierced the dark of night. Gary had never seen anything like it. His police car rolled to a stop with one last crunch and he killed the engine with the turn of his key. He radioed back to dispatch that he had arrived on scene and requested additional units. Stepping out of the cruiser, the night air felt cold on his face. He realized he was sweating. He had to check on the house first, but that glow emanating from the barn tried to hold his gaze. It beckoned to him. He shook off the feeling and approached the front porch. The aged stairs groaned under his weight and flecks of the once gleaming white paint now broke free and danced away into the night on the gentle breeze.
"Jeff, Beth?" Gary called out. "This is the County Police", he shouted. No answer. He opened the screen door and banged hard on the windowless main door repeating his last statement. Nothing. He tried the door. The handle turned and the door creaked open slowly. Gary's hairs were standing up again. The door swung open about a third of the way, then stopped against something. Drawing his Glock 17 duty pistol from its leather holster, Gary raised the weapon and turned on the under mount flash light. The beam of bright white LED light caused the dark to retreat. Gary hadn't known Jeff or Beth personally, but that did not make it any easier to see Jeff laying on the floor in a pool of bright crimson, the door pressed against his leg. In his hand was a crushed cell phone, his hand crushed with it, mangled and almost fusing the two together. He panned his gun up, the light slowly illuminating the rest of Jeff's body. The light passed over his head and Gary audibly gasped. The entire lower portion of Jeff's face and jaw had been ripped off. The jagged edges of flesh still dripping with blood having happened only minutes ago. There were other injuries as well. Injuries that made Gary think a black bear, or maybe a cougar had gotten into the house. He listened intently. The furnace was running. The refrigerator hummed happily in the kitchen. Nothing of concern to officer Schultz. No footsteps, no creaking. Thankfully, no growling. He moved away from Jeff Miller's torn corpse and began a sweep of the main floor. He moved as quietly as he could from room to room. From the barn, the ominous pink hue splashed against the walls as he checked each room, the living area, the laundry room, then finally the kitchen. The light was on in here proving his initial hunch correct. The yellowish glow of a lightbulb had never given Gary such relief. It would be short lived. Just behind the center island in the kitchen lay Beth. Or what Gary thought was Beth. He couldn't tell anymore. It looked as though her body had been eviscerated, her intestines sprawling from her stomach in all directions. Trying not to vomit, Gary turned around and launched out of the room, hunched over and grabbed his knees.
Suddenly, a loud crash thundered through the house originating from somewhere upstairs. The floor above shook and dust particles fell from the vibration. Another loud crash. Something big was upstairs. Gary swallowed hard as he stood up. He radioed dispatch and informed them of what he had found. He hadn't noticed that he had gotten no response after his last call out, but this time he did. The loud crash again. Cracks had formed on the ceiling above him. He wanted out of this place. He made his way to the front door and exited onto the porch but didn't stop there. He didn't realize how far he had gone or that he had been running until he was back at his cruiser. The red and blue lights still sporadically flashing. Gary turned around. He kept thinking how loud the sound had been. It sounded like someone had been knocking over heavy antique armoires. His gun was raised and he scanned the windows of the upstairs level. There was no movement. It was dark except for one light in the corner room on the left. Officer Schultz radioed again about the back up. He was still met with no response. Only static. He tried again. Nothing. Gary gave up on the radio. Something was not right about this place. He turned his attention over to the Barn. Still glowing, still inviting. He slowly walked towards the front doors, gun raised. The eerie light now fully in front of him. He could see that other than the mysterious light the barn seemed normal. Various tools and equipment lined the walls. A few stalls where horses could be kept were at the far end, though none were there now. A John Deere tractor in famous green and yellow sat in the middle. Just beyond the tractor, on the floor of the barn, a hatch door was propped up and open. The light seemed to be concentrated in that spot, as if it was spilling out from below like a gaseous cloud. Gary couldn't quite figure it out, he had never seen anything like it. Something inside him compelled him to go and look. He seemed less worried about his failing radio now, the red and blue of his squad car lights faded away as he was surrounded in the pinkish purple hue. Gary crept over to the hatch and peered inside. A ladder led down for what seemed like far to deep to be some kind of wine cellar. The shaft walls were dirt and reinforced with new wood beams.
"What the hell were you two doing up here" Gary mumbled. He placed his gun into the holster and prepared to step onto the ladder and head down, completely abandoning his sense of danger. Gary descended the ladder quickly, almost as if he was excited to see what lay at the bottom. At the bottom of the shaft he was met with a long corridor. He un-holstered his firearm again and pulled it up to his side. He glanced down the hallway. The lighting in the hallway was all rows of white lights that had been tinted pink by the color that he followed in here. The magenta light bathed the walls. Unlike the shaft walls, these walls were metal. The long hall led to a steel framed door, rivets lined its edges. A digital keypad was to the right. The grey cold steel looked quite sturdy, yet in places there were protruding lumps, as if it had been shot from the other side and barely contained the bullet. The door was no longer secure and Gary was able to swing it open with his hands. Keeping his pistol at the ready he entered this new room. Computers and electronic equipment were scattered over many tables and desks. Haphazard work stations is what they appeared to be. A few people lay motionless around the room. Gary did not feel compelled to check them, he knew they were dead. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was certain. Ahead of the computers was a recessed area, like a movie theater. Stairs led down to a platform that housed various machines that seemed other worldly to him. Gary was no mechanic, or engineer by any means but he recognized machines easily enough, but these were nothing like anything he had ever encountered. Even during his short time in the service deployed to the middle east he had not seen anything that appeared this advanced, this...weird. The magenta light was coming out of a central machine, pouring out like dry ice fog pours out during a magic show. Gary stepped towards the machine to get a better look, his pistol down at his side. Behind him there was a crash, distant but familiar. The same crashing, thundering loudness he had heard in the house. Turning to face the bullet damaged steel door, he could see shadows dancing on the walls in the hallway. It looked like it was getting closer. Snapping out of his semi daze, Gary raised his sidearm again. His voice cracked as he yelled, "Police!" instinctively, just as the heavy steel door flung open at full speed slamming into the wall and breaking off the hinges. Before him was something from a child's nightmare. He didn't know what it was, or how to perceive it. An amorphous blob, yet also a solid thing, some kind of creature. It had form but also none. Gary's mind was racked with a lack of understanding of this thing, this entity. He fired his weapon at it. The boom of the pistol was deafening in the closed space. The entity moved towards him, un-phased by the bits of subsonic metal. They landed on target with bright flashes of magenta light that quickly rippled over the surface of the thing, dissipated, then were gone. His clip was empty in the instant it took for the thing to reach Gary. As it was upon him he could see inside its translucent pinkish flesh, like looking through a window of purplish, pink water. Gary was surprised at how calm he felt and for a moment time seemed to linger. As he peered into the void thing, he saw his father. His father who had died mysteriously 10 years ago. He saw flashes of his memories, and of memories there were not his own. He saw Jeff riding a horse on the farm, he was laughing. There was Beth as well, but she was younger. Others too that he did not recognize. A man in a colonial times battle dress, a boy on a ship from what seemed like the 1500's. Were these real memories? Memories of people killed by the void thing? But some were so old. Maybe it has been around forever. He wondered about that. He wondered in slow motion as the void thing ripped his head from his body. Until he wondered no more. Surrounded by the others from the memories. Together, everyone. Surrounded in the pink glow.
The Void Thing
The sound of the late model Crown Victoria's engine roared as officer Gary Schultz raced down the only highway through Roots County. He was headed towards the old Miller farm, though it wasn't used as much of a farm these days. Jeff Miller and his wife Beth, ran the farm after their folks passed a few years back but it was never the same. Now they barely kept any animals let alone crops. As he passed mile marker fifteen, officer Shultz picked up the dash mount radio transmitter and thumbed the button. His words were hasty as was his breathing,
"One one three, dispatch. Just hit marker fifteen, two minutes out." He released the button, but not the tension in his shoulders. Something about this call made the hair on his neck stand up. The call came in about ten minutes ago at quarter to eleven in the evening just as Gary had been about to finish his shift. Dispatch had sent him the call, and the only info anyone had gotten was fifteen seconds of screaming on the 911 line before it abruptly cut off. Now officer Schultz was slowing down, the entrance to the Miller farm was approaching on his right. He eased the car down to a safe speed and turned the wheel, the crunching of the gravel replaced the light hum of tarmac as he entered the driveway. The old two level home had a rustic appeal in the day time, but now in the glow of red and blue lights, the home looked more like a set piece in the latest horror franchise. Somewhere on the main floor a light was glowing, perhaps the kitchen. There was also another one upstairs, maybe a bedroom. If not for the call, you would suspect nothing of this quiet little home nestled just off the highway behind a rim of tall evergreens. As his cruiser got closer to the old farm house, he noticed another light. It was coming from the freshly renovated barn. The barn doors were swung wide open and an eerie magenta glow pierced the dark of night. Gary had never seen anything like it. His police car rolled to a stop with one last crunch and he killed the engine with the turn of his key. He radioed back to dispatch that he had arrived on scene and requested additional units. Stepping out of the cruiser, the night air felt cold on his face. He realized he was sweating. He had to check on the house first, but that glow emanating from the barn tried to hold his gaze. It beckoned to him. He shook off the feeling and approached the front porch. The aged stairs groaned under his weight and flecks of the once gleaming white paint now broke free and danced away into the night on the gentle breeze.
"Jeff, Beth?" Gary called out. "This is the County Police", he shouted. No answer. He opened the screen door and banged hard on the windowless main door repeating his last statement. Nothing. He tried the door. The handle turned and the door creaked open slowly. Gary's hairs were standing up again. The door swung open about a third of the way, then stopped against something. Drawing his Glock 17 duty pistol from its leather holster, Gary raised the weapon and turned on the under mount flash light. The beam of bright white LED light caused the dark to retreat. Gary hadn't known Jeff or Beth personally, but that did not make it any easier to see Jeff laying on the floor in a pool of bright crimson, the door pressed against his leg. In his hand was a crushed cell phone, his hand crushed with it, mangled and almost fusing the two together. He panned his gun up, the light slowly illuminating the rest of Jeff's body. The light passed over his head and Gary audibly gasped. The entire lower portion of Jeff's face and jaw had been ripped off. The jagged edges of flesh still dripping with blood having happened only minutes ago. There were other injuries as well. Injuries that made Gary think a black bear, or maybe a cougar had gotten into the house. He listened intently. The furnace was running. The refrigerator hummed happily in the kitchen. Nothing of concern to officer Schultz. No footsteps, no creaking. Thankfully, no growling. He moved away from Jeff Miller's torn corpse and began a sweep of the main floor. He moved as quietly as he could from room to room. From the barn, the ominous pink hue splashed against the walls as he checked each room, the living area, the laundry room, then finally the kitchen. The light was on in here proving his initial hunch correct. The yellowish glow of a lightbulb had never given Gary such relief. It would be short lived. Just behind the center island in the kitchen lay Beth. Or what Gary thought was Beth. He couldn't tell anymore. It looked as though her body had been eviscerated, her intestines sprawling from her stomach in all directions. Trying not to vomit, Gary turned around and launched out of the room, hunched over and grabbed his knees.
Suddenly, a loud crash thundered through the house originating from somewhere upstairs. The floor above shook and dust particles fell from the vibration. Another loud crash. Something big was upstairs. Gary swallowed hard as he stood up. He radioed dispatch and informed them of what he had found. He hadn't noticed that he had gotten no response after his last call out, but this time he did. The loud crash again. Cracks had formed on the ceiling above him. He wanted out of this place. He made his way to the front door and exited onto the porch but didn't stop there. He didn't realize how far he had gone or that he had been running until he was back at his cruiser. The red and blue lights still sporadically flashing. Gary turned around. He kept thinking how loud the sound had been. It sounded like someone had been knocking over heavy antique armoires. His gun was raised and he scanned the windows of the upstairs level. There was no movement. It was dark except for one light in the corner room on the left. Officer Schultz radioed again about the back up. He was still met with no response. Only static. He tried again. Nothing. Gary gave up on the radio. Something was not right about this place. He turned his attention over to the Barn. Still glowing, still inviting. He slowly walked towards the front doors, gun raised. The eerie light now fully in front of him. He could see that other than the mysterious light the barn seemed normal. Various tools and equipment lined the walls. A few stalls where horses could be kept were at the far end, though none were there now. A John Deere tractor in famous green and yellow sat in the middle. Just beyond the tractor, on the floor of the barn, a hatch door was propped up and open. The light seemed to be concentrated in that spot, as if it was spilling out from below like a gaseous cloud. Gary couldn't quite figure it out, he had never seen anything like it. Something inside him compelled him to go and look. He seemed less worried about his failing radio now, the red and blue of his squad car lights faded away as he was surrounded in the pinkish purple hue. Gary crept over to the hatch and peered inside. A ladder led down for what seemed like far to deep to be some kind of wine cellar. The shaft walls were dirt and reinforced with new wood beams.
"What the hell were you two doing up here" Gary mumbled. He placed his gun into the holster and prepared to step onto the ladder and head down, completely abandoning his sense of danger. Gary descended the ladder quickly, almost as if he was excited to see what lay at the bottom. At the bottom of the shaft he was met with a long corridor. He un-holstered his firearm again and pulled it up to his side. He glanced down the hallway. The lighting in the hallway was all rows of white lights that had been tinted pink by the color that he followed in here. The magenta light bathed the walls. Unlike the shaft walls, these walls were metal. The long hall led to a steel framed door, rivets lined its edges. A digital keypad was to the right. The grey cold steel looked quite sturdy, yet in places there were protruding lumps, as if it had been shot from the other side and barely contained the bullet. The door was no longer secure and Gary was able to swing it open with his hands. Keeping his pistol at the ready he entered this new room. Computers and electronic equipment were scattered over many tables and desks. Haphazard work stations is what they appeared to be. A few people lay motionless around the room. Gary did not feel compelled to check them, he knew they were dead. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was certain. Ahead of the computers was a recessed area, like a movie theater. Stairs led down to a platform that housed various machines that seemed other worldly to him. Gary was no mechanic, or engineer by any means but he recognized machines easily enough, but these were nothing like anything he had ever encountered. Even during his short time in the service deployed to the middle east he had not seen anything that appeared this advanced, this...weird. The magenta light was coming out of a central machine, pouring out like dry ice fog pours out during a magic show. Gary stepped towards the machine to get a better look, his pistol down at his side. Behind him there was a crash, distant but familiar. The same crashing, thundering loudness he had heard in the house. Turning to face the bullet damaged steel door, he could see shadows dancing on the walls in the hallway. It looked like it was getting closer. Snapping out of his semi daze, Gary raised his sidearm again. His voice cracked as he yelled, "Police!" instinctively, just as the heavy steel door flung open at full speed slamming into the wall and breaking off the hinges. Before him was something from a child's nightmare. He didn't know what it was, or how to perceive it. An amorphous blob, yet also a solid thing, some kind of creature. It had form but also none. Gary's mind was racked with a lack of understanding of this thing, this entity. He fired his weapon at it. The boom of the pistol was deafening in the closed space. The entity moved towards him, un-phased by the bits of subsonic metal. They landed on target with bright flashes of magenta light that quickly rippled over the surface of the thing, dissipated, then were gone. His clip was empty in the instant it took for the thing to reach Gary. As it was upon him he could see inside its translucent pinkish flesh, like looking through a window of purplish, pink water. Gary was surprised at how calm he felt and for a moment time seemed to linger. As he peered into the void thing, he saw his father. His father who had died mysteriously 10 years ago. He saw flashes of his memories, and of memories there were not his own. He saw Jeff riding a horse on the farm, he was laughing. There was Beth as well, but she was younger. Others too that he did not recognize. A man in a colonial times battle dress, a boy on a ship from what seemed like the 1500's. Were these real memories? Memories of people killed by the void thing? But some were so old. Maybe it has been around forever. He wondered about that. He wondered in slow motion as the void thing ripped his head from his body. Until he wondered no more. Surrounded by the others from the memories. Together, everyone. Surrounded in the pink glow.
The Void Thing
A hesitant taste, phew, chocolate indeed.
Exactly what it sounds like, a simple pixel art, animation of a window and some scenery going by on loop, maybe 3 seconds of airplane engine noise on loop with casino style turn off sound button. Merit or two for looking out the window for certain time periods, maybe even a rare one for looking out window for an entire flight (of more than 2 hours) and an anti idle setting to at least force use of mouse jiggler to get the merit if you want to cheat :P
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The fact you took the time to write that entire post up is LAUGHABLE!!!!!!!!!! You have no idea whats coming to you either. The Royal Guard wont be able to help you either.
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