Xepheral
2012-04-15, 12:33 PM
The cold quickly flushes over you. The light dims from your eyes as you feel your heart slow down. The final thought running through your mind: "So this is death..."
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Your vision slowly begins to fade back again, and as your eyes spring open, you find yourself in the middle of what appears to be an old apartment. The plain beige walls surrounding you, with a large glass door to your right leading out to a patio that appears to over look the Washington Monument, and the cold, tan hardwood floors under your feet.
In the middle of the room is a large, pitch black ball standing about a four foot diameter. It's perfect gloss finish looks as clear as a mirror, reflecting everything in the room.
Huddled around the ball are four other people. The two men on the right, both wearing suits and appearing to be in their late thirty's, looked as confused as you do. The two on the left though, roughly late teens and dressed in tshirts, jeans, and leather jackets, look as calm as can be as they pass a cigarette back and forth, completely ignoring everyone around them.
Before you can spit a word out, a bright green laser shoots out of the black ball and stops beside you, slowly working its way down to the floor as if it was a computer scanner. As it slowly sweeps down, it extends as it follows the curves of a human. As it scans down, a body begins to take shape, starting at the crown and working to the feet. Once finished, their eyes open up in the same confusion as everyone else. It suddenly hits you, that you just arrived the same way.
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You all slowly arrive into this small apartment, starting with Cathrine Lawson, then Pase Briancino, followed by Riley Wilson, Brian Phillips, Andrzej Wiśniewski, Fletcher Barnes, and another girl, early twenties and in a hoodie and shorts ending the arrivals.
As the girl arrives behind you, the laser vanishes again, and one of the guys in the suits stands up to address you all. "So... You all just died too, right?"
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Your vision slowly begins to fade back again, and as your eyes spring open, you find yourself in the middle of what appears to be an old apartment. The plain beige walls surrounding you, with a large glass door to your right leading out to a patio that appears to over look the Washington Monument, and the cold, tan hardwood floors under your feet.
In the middle of the room is a large, pitch black ball standing about a four foot diameter. It's perfect gloss finish looks as clear as a mirror, reflecting everything in the room.
Huddled around the ball are four other people. The two men on the right, both wearing suits and appearing to be in their late thirty's, looked as confused as you do. The two on the left though, roughly late teens and dressed in tshirts, jeans, and leather jackets, look as calm as can be as they pass a cigarette back and forth, completely ignoring everyone around them.
Before you can spit a word out, a bright green laser shoots out of the black ball and stops beside you, slowly working its way down to the floor as if it was a computer scanner. As it slowly sweeps down, it extends as it follows the curves of a human. As it scans down, a body begins to take shape, starting at the crown and working to the feet. Once finished, their eyes open up in the same confusion as everyone else. It suddenly hits you, that you just arrived the same way.
************************************************** *****
You all slowly arrive into this small apartment, starting with Cathrine Lawson, then Pase Briancino, followed by Riley Wilson, Brian Phillips, Andrzej Wiśniewski, Fletcher Barnes, and another girl, early twenties and in a hoodie and shorts ending the arrivals.
As the girl arrives behind you, the laser vanishes again, and one of the guys in the suits stands up to address you all. "So... You all just died too, right?"