Your vision flashes back, slowly giving you sight over the situation again. You feel horrible, like your bones are torturing your flesh. You look around in a panic ,dazed as your vision gets less and less blurry. You're still in the treasure room, and your flashlight is laying on the ground, illuminating the place.
The throne is gone, and in its place there is a the giant man in a trenchcoat from before, and pieces of throne. His trenchcoat is covered in holes, burned in from the looks of it. Mainly his sleeves, so you can see glimpse of what lies behind it. It looks like metal armor or some sort, guessing from the glints of light.
Are you awake? Good.He turns to you, and as he steps closer to you, you notice two things. One, his hat is gone. Two, he's wearing some sort of gas-mask with glowing green eyes. You still can't see even an inch of flesh on this behemoth of a man. his presence seems to take up the whole room, and once again you feel intimidated.
Refrain from sitting on clearly trapped thrones in the future. I had to fight through an entire kingdom of your delusions. Though I suspect they lie closer to your crown then your mind. Still, a bit of wish fulfillment was evident. I kept seeing the same woman as your guard. Now, pick yourself up. We are taking this menace down together, then we will leave for a new destination.Alright, before we go anywhere, I want to know who you are.Somebody tasked with protecting the people, and getting you somewhere. Now move. There is a door at the end of hall. Don't touch the gold pieces, they burn. You threw quite a bit at me. Co-incidentally, you owe the government a Magi-tec Aid Kit.I de-concaved your chest.....alright. Let's just... get a move-on. Mister "Classified".Fine. Get to the door.You move to the "door" at the end of the room. It's more of a giant stone slab. You push with all your might, but the stupid thing won't budge. You need a clever approach for this... Ah!
You pick up a coin, which seems oddly warm, and hold it against the slab. The door starts melting like wax.
Slooooowwwlllyyyyyy. You sigh as you realise you're going to be here for a while. You drop the coin after a few moments, after which it burns a hole through your sleeve. You curse and bend down to pick the coin up, but Classified just pushes you aside as gently as a 9 foot tall man is capable of. He rears up his arm, and throws a massive metal fist forward. For a fleeting second, you see his entire arm is covered in metal and his fist has a large metal plate at the knuckles. Steam is erupting from some tubes as that plate goes in motion.
The slab explodes inward to this staggering show of force. You stand there, stunned, for a few seconds. Then you just point your flashlight in there.
Another large arena, looks like. This one is much smaller and square-shaped then the last one. The walls are covered in sharp bits of all kinds: nails, razors, hooks...
the ceiling is covered in hooks as well, and quite a few decomposing bodies hang upon them.
In the middle of the room, a corpulent figure is chopping meat apart. He suddenly looks up, and sees the both of you. He gives out a hearty burp and starts laughing. He's covered in stitches and rotting flesh. Like a twisted mockery of Frankenstein.
Ahh, fresh meat!He throws his table over, and throws a butcher's hook before you can even blink!
Health: Unharmed.
Energy: A bit tired.
Inventory:
Polished European Greatsword.
Ugly old Jumper(gore-covered)
Jeans(gore-splattered)
Flashlight
Thoughts: Oh bollocks..
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Topic: Brass and casinos: A detective game. (Read 9098 times)