[Week 14, Day 1] The nightmare begins again
Who: EVERYONE
Status: OPEN, VERY VERY OPEN
Style: Anything; Action - Comment spamming okay; Multiple threads okay
Where: All villages. Sub-threads. FEEL FREE TO ADD SUB-THREADS/LOCATIONS WITH CHARACTER THREADS.
When: Weel 14, Day 1 -- all times of day.
Rating: Possible R, just in case. Violence.
[ It is with the ringing of the Hitomi that the new day begins.
Like a scream of pain, if machines were capable of such.
Soon, Himorogi dies; quietness, and the gusts of wind across a valley of ashes where green things once grew.
Within a few hours, food stores are gone and reduced to nothing but ruins, empty pots and sacks and baskets - gone. Everything you worked hard for, dutifully and with dedication -- they are no longer present.
There is a loud rasping noise, a distant and haunting howl. It is the sound of the damned, echoing across the plains and beyond, shifting, searching for something to quench the hunger that lingers, the need to fill what can never be filled.
They come in an army of many shapes. Spiders, lizards, what may have been a cat or a dog or a rat, deformed and white washed with a painted mask on their face, grotesque and skull like; some have their mouths open with a black void with in, some grinning and toothy like, mocking and jeering. Their eyes are as red as fire, piercing and heavy with nothing but the intent to feed.
Raisato and Mizusato remain partial defenses.
The shrines are quiet.
In Yomisato, the water turns a strange shade.
The celebration begins.
--
In drinking the strange water, some unfortunate people are starting to change. Transforming, mutating. Some become bloated with overlarge boils on them; there are those who grow massive muscles until they become nearly nine-foot, ape-like men; women whose hairs turn white and grow sharp claws while there are some who simply loose their lips and their cheeks altogether.
But then it becomes clear their bodies doesn’t just change either. Their minds have been distorted as well.
What remains of their humanity is completely wiped out, saved only their aggression. Their desire to kill, and infect others with their sickness with their scratches and bites so their victims can be one of them.
And those are the lucky ones.
Those who are truly unfortunate who drink the blood-red water will just simply die, but their bodies still be animated as the undead. These walking dead will shuffle around in stiff walks, seeking out living flesh to satisfy their endless hunger. One must be careful - one bite and you can become one of them as well.
So one must be careful of the other natives, or they might be infected as well . . .
Status: OPEN, VERY VERY OPEN
Style: Anything; Action - Comment spamming okay; Multiple threads okay
Where: All villages. Sub-threads. FEEL FREE TO ADD SUB-THREADS/LOCATIONS WITH CHARACTER THREADS.
When: Weel 14, Day 1 -- all times of day.
Rating: Possible R, just in case. Violence.
[ It is with the ringing of the Hitomi that the new day begins.
Like a scream of pain, if machines were capable of such.
Soon, Himorogi dies; quietness, and the gusts of wind across a valley of ashes where green things once grew.
Within a few hours, food stores are gone and reduced to nothing but ruins, empty pots and sacks and baskets - gone. Everything you worked hard for, dutifully and with dedication -- they are no longer present.
There is a loud rasping noise, a distant and haunting howl. It is the sound of the damned, echoing across the plains and beyond, shifting, searching for something to quench the hunger that lingers, the need to fill what can never be filled.
They come in an army of many shapes. Spiders, lizards, what may have been a cat or a dog or a rat, deformed and white washed with a painted mask on their face, grotesque and skull like; some have their mouths open with a black void with in, some grinning and toothy like, mocking and jeering. Their eyes are as red as fire, piercing and heavy with nothing but the intent to feed.
Raisato and Mizusato remain partial defenses.
The shrines are quiet.
In Yomisato, the water turns a strange shade.
The celebration begins.
--
In drinking the strange water, some unfortunate people are starting to change. Transforming, mutating. Some become bloated with overlarge boils on them; there are those who grow massive muscles until they become nearly nine-foot, ape-like men; women whose hairs turn white and grow sharp claws while there are some who simply loose their lips and their cheeks altogether.
But then it becomes clear their bodies doesn’t just change either. Their minds have been distorted as well.
What remains of their humanity is completely wiped out, saved only their aggression. Their desire to kill, and infect others with their sickness with their scratches and bites so their victims can be one of them.
And those are the lucky ones.
Those who are truly unfortunate who drink the blood-red water will just simply die, but their bodies still be animated as the undead. These walking dead will shuffle around in stiff walks, seeking out living flesh to satisfy their endless hunger. One must be careful - one bite and you can become one of them as well.
So one must be careful of the other natives, or they might be infected as well . . .