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- 1-3 posts per week
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- Often evenings between 5 to 11AM CET (central european time).
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- Male
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- Genres
- Sci-fi, fantasy, magic, slice of life, supernatural, steampunk
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A squeaking sound went through his ears and it felt like a very small laserbeam went through the head, it was painful, but not as painful as the stinging feeling when opening your eyes and a white light is shining right at your eyes, making you squint as the light disappeared. His vision was blurry and everything was dark, not knowing where he was or who he is. When his eyes got custom with the view he realized he was in some sort of huge cylinder filled with... water? No, it was something else, how else could he look without his eyes getting hurt. When the surrounding was more viewable the dark blue light shining up some of the checkered stone floor and some sort of huge pit that looked a bit old with rust and metal that have fallen off, it was hard to say how big it was since it was hard to move the head, it felt like something was grabbing your neck, preventing you from moving around freely. The blue light came from a window with atleast 16 small squares filled with glass and wood to hold everything up, it was hard to tell the right time but it was probably night. The liquid inside this huge cylinder didn't taste anything nor did it seem that he needed to breathe.
He tried to move his hands but as the same with the neck, something was preventing him from moving, it was strong and short since you only could move only an inch. This situation didn't seem dangerous but he still felt a bit nervous, something was not right and what was the voice just now? It was a mans voice, not a young one, but older, though it isn't someone you know, yet the voice still felt like you've heard it before and it was calming.
But now was not the time, he had to get out of there.
With enough force on the hands and arms he could make what was holding him back more softer on their grip and soon, like a click, they loosen their grip from the cylinder itself. Apparently, was was holding him back was some sort of small movable rubber tubes, now the arms was free but his legs was still not free yet but with the help of his hands it was easier to take it away but the space inside the cylinder made it still hard to move. After some struggle he finally pulled out the small tubes from his body and looked around inside the cylinder, nothing. This far and nothing? No, there had to be some way out of this little glass coffin. He poked the glass, wondering and thinking as he started to very carefully hit the glass, nothing hurt. Then a harder hit, still didn't hurt and then he tried to give it all as a small crack got visible, the liquids pressure was making a force towards the crack as he hit the glass once more and he made a hole and the liquid was flooding out, but it was still not enough. So with his hand he hit and took away glass so the hole would get bigger so he could get out, he was now free but with the price to have wounds on his hands and arms. He looked around and then saw that on the cylinder was a small tag with letters and numbers on. Nr. C2.14 it said. Was that his name? Suddenly another sound appeared as red light started to lit up the room, he had to get out of there, he didn't know why, but he felt that he had to.
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With only one eye, he looked at his "crew". A bunch of random people who have ran away from their fate as brainwashed by the LD company. First, the company started as something small, a helmet, to take you into the game world, then it out to be some sort of controlling device, fooling humans and do the dirsty work for the company. Then it turned out to a small chip and "disappearing" citizens. Now, everyone is brainwashed and the only ones left to turn this over was just this bunch.
-"As you know, the LD company have kidnapped almost all citizens, implanted this chip and turned them to controlling zombies. But... we need to stop them!" He called out and slammed his robot arm on the wooden table, almost chopped it into two. One of them in this group started to talk.
-"But how? There are us against a whole city? How are we even going to get in there? Will they not just capture us and turn us into... those things?"
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A squeaking sound went through his ears and it felt like a very small laserbeam went through the head, it was painful, but not as painful as the stinging feeling when opening your eyes and a white light is shining right at your eyes, making you squint as the light disappeared. His vision was blurry and everything was dark, not knowing where he was or who he is. When his eyes got custom with the view he realized he was in some sort of huge cylinder filled with... water? No, it was something else, how else could he look without his eyes getting hurt. When the surrounding was more viewable the dark blue light shining up some of the checkered stone floor and some sort of huge pit that looked a bit old with rust and metal that have fallen off, it was hard to say how big it was since it was hard to move the head, it felt like something was grabbing your neck, preventing you from moving around freely. The blue light came from a window with atleast 16 small squares filled with glass and wood to hold everything up, it was hard to tell the right time but it was probably night. The liquid inside this huge cylinder didn't taste anything nor did it seem that he needed to breathe.
He tried to move his hands but as the same with the neck, something was preventing him from moving, it was strong and short since you only could move only an inch. This situation didn't seem dangerous but he still felt a bit nervous, something was not right and what was the voice just now? It was a mans voice, not a young one, but older, though it isn't someone you know, yet the voice still felt like you've heard it before and it was calming.
But now was not the time, he had to get out of there.
With enough force on the hands and arms he could make what was holding him back more softer on their grip and soon, like a click, they loosen their grip from the cylinder itself. Apparently, was was holding him back was some sort of small movable rubber tubes, now the arms was free but his legs was still not free yet but with the help of his hands it was easier to take it away but the space inside the cylinder made it still hard to move. After some struggle he finally pulled out the small tubes from his body and looked around inside the cylinder, nothing. This far and nothing? No, there had to be some way out of this little glass coffin. He poked the glass, wondering and thinking as he started to very carefully hit the glass, nothing hurt. Then a harder hit, still didn't hurt and then he tried to give it all as a small crack got visible, the liquids pressure was making a force towards the crack as he hit the glass once more and he made a hole and the liquid was flooding out, but it was still not enough. So with his hand he hit and took away glass so the hole would get bigger so he could get out, he was now free but with the price to have wounds on his hands and arms. He looked around and then saw that on the cylinder was a small tag with letters and numbers on. Nr. C2.14 it said. Was that his name? Suddenly another sound appeared as red light started to lit up the room, he had to get out of there, he didn't know why, but he felt that he had to.
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With only one eye, he looked at his "crew". A bunch of random people who have ran away from their fate as brainwashed by the LD company. First, the company started as something small, a helmet, to take you into the game world, then it out to be some sort of controlling device, fooling humans and do the dirsty work for the company. Then it turned out to a small chip and "disappearing" citizens. Now, everyone is brainwashed and the only ones left to turn this over was just this bunch.
-"As you know, the LD company have kidnapped almost all citizens, implanted this chip and turned them to controlling zombies. But... we need to stop them!" He called out and slammed his robot arm on the wooden table, almost chopped it into two. One of them in this group started to talk.
-"But how? There are us against a whole city? How are we even going to get in there? Will they not just capture us and turn us into... those things?"