(I'll take it now. Also RAM, that's beautiful, kinda reminds me of one of those Mind's Eye videos.)
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> make another shield, forged from your righteous indignation at having a mess of people invading your privacy and making you do stuff.
Nothing surrounds you, nothing pervades you. A great and infinite emptiness...which speaks, 'who are
you?! Wh
ere are you?' You mind seems crushed, and slow, but...Nothing cannot speak...Nothing cannot weigh you down. No... 'Stop that! Stop
that!' The emptiness within and without you seems to move, lashing at something. 'This
one is
mine!'...Nothing cannot attack...Nothing cannot move on its own. So there must be something here, in yo▬ You feel struck! You are paralyzed!
>Phantom: "Crap! Alright, man you need some training for your will. That Daemon is playing with your mind, and I believe attacking or backing away is a bad idea. Brake the wire mesh with your sword, your tail, your hands, something. Burn your bed cloth, and throw at the shadows! llumination! Through light you'll ascend from the darkness! If that fails, attack. You had nothing left, no memories, no loved ones, no friends, at least do the world a favor by purging this daemon from the world."
You experience some noise, and the nothing is shaken somehow. For a moment, you feel again, and it feels slimy, infectious, and burning. You begin to think about that before it's all gone again. '
You will not have him‼' You feel a sharp pain, and erect shields in your flat state of mind. You are building them stronger and stronger, a dense, sealed barricade surrounds you in all directions you can think of. The world is just slightly less empty this way.
>Armok: "Oh ****"
Your are jolted with pain, and writhe in your home-made prison. You are now constantly focusing on defense; layering, hardening, exploring every vulnerability, every possible weakness. It seems like there isn't anything left for you to do, yet the pain continues.
> Resist! Fight back! Overcome! Escape! You can do this!
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_You feel your spine! In the most terrifying way possible! As the slightest afterthought, you feel the floor too. You are driven from shock back into your defensive efforts, like a smith to the forge after being electrocuted with his imbeded merchandise. Most of what you built up collapses, and the rest holds together by you have no idea what. By some incredible fluke, you spot
one hole that you could not see before, and jam a metaphorical brick through the protruding tentacle of crud.
You aren't unconscious, but that would be so much easier than this. You feel like your in two places at once; a large field of acidic ooze entombed in crumbling masonry, and a small room with a warm fire. You hug the floor, and drag yourself into what you hope dearly is reality. It might very well be, since the dark place fades easily, and you're shaking horribly. You hadn't wished for the second, but that's not great evidence. You take a moment to wonder about senses: there's what you feel, which is the stone floor, some of the rug, and very sick and tired; there's what you smell, which is smoke, dry soup, stone, caustic, and decay; there's what you hear, which is the crackling fire, your harsh breathing, and a nasty gurgling noise; and then there's what you see, which is a stone room with a cozy fire, some blankets, furniture, junk, and finally, a glistening black mess of **** all over the right doorside corner. Seeing this makes you thrash like a freaking punk rocker. You stare at the vague, quivering glob in the center, your mind grudgingly rolling into action... You're going to have to clean this up, aren't you?
>Phantom:
"Oh ****"
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"ARRRRRRRRRRMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
_You hear one of those monotone "quote from" things, followed by Armok using an expletive you can't possibly identify. Then there's one of those damnable symbol-noises, and the monotone begins repeating a some odd, "inspirational" mantra. It's annoying more than anything else, but you try ignoring it to think. Looking both at the- thing, and the fire simultaneously, there's the obvious idea to combine the two. But you still have no idea how to remove that grate, or just how the▬ Someone screams a war cry into your skull. Thought ends there, and you just pull the blanket over your abused head.
(Iknan spinal columns are longer.)
(Versions of the word "conscious" are probably one of the most common, common nouns in this thread. Oh, and I realized why these posts are so much longer than before; text editor. Notepad takes up almost the entire screen, so I can see a great deal more than while posting, paragraphs look smaller, and I'm less conscious of length while writing.
And thus there is a book. A poor book.)
(Instead of "stayed up till 2am last night", it's "stayed up till noon today". Good day.!.)
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