You pull out your sword and rest it on your shoulder. You can't fight with both it and the flashlight, as it's two-handed and your wrists aren't quite made of steel. You put your shoulder to the door and open it. A blinding light emits from the passageway as you go in, and the door disappears behind you.
Looking around you see... a street. An ugly one at that. Gray shapes move along the sidewalks, but one figure seems to have more... definition? It's hard to describe. You take a closer look at the figure and...
It's your mother.
Holy hell are we really doing this clichéd crap?
She stumbles through the street and ends up in an alleyway. She pulls out a needle and-
You aren't having any of this shit. You put your flashlight away, and hold your sword. You take a step forward, bend your knee for some more force and chop your mother in two, vertically. The world around you seems start melting as you hear a grating, loud voice in your head yelling about why you did that.
For the ease of conversation, you just say your reason out loud rather than try to think-talk to... whatever is talking to you.
Because she was going to be a giant vagina-monster at the end of this educational trip through my subconscious hatred for my mother. Really, anybody who ever heard anything about Freud should figure that out..The voice in your head screams in frustration, and as he yells you get a splitting headache. The illusion around starts to dissipate completely and you can see the cave wall. As you look at the wall, you also realise where at least part of the flesh went. The walls are made of meat, but it looks reddened and pulsing. It's clear that it's alive, though every single inch of it seems to be covered in stitches.
You are in a tunnel, though, and there's a light coming from a sort of fleshly... passageway. You sigh and decide to just get it over with.
Pushing yourself through, you come into a giant circular room. in the middle of it is a small altar, and you hear a heavy sort of breathing. You can't quite pin it down, but it sure gives a nasty sense of foreboding.
Breathe in, breathe out. It's getting a bit annoying.
You go towards the altar, and see an egg on it. It wiggling a whole lot, but it doesn't quite move off its spot. The room if wel-lit, fortunately, so your flashlight can stay put in your pocket.
You can guess where this is going, right?
Health: Slightly wounded.
Energy: Normal.
Inventory:
Polished European Greatsword.
Ugly old Jumper(gore-covered)
Jeans(gore-splattered
Flashlight (in hand)
Thoughts:Weird shit central is about to get a sword to it's ugly face.