@dtcyborg He is a sadistic and predatory anomaly with which any attempts to placate, terminate, negotiate, or understand him have all failed.
That you should be scared is pretty much the only universally agreed upon thing about him.
The Foundation have attempted to decommission him more than once.
The Insurgency use him as a distraction, having sprung him from his containment more than once.
The Serpents? Well. Even they have to admit, he's no misunderstood victim of the Foundation.
Ignore anything you see or hear. Just pick a direction, and go. Sometimes he can get confused and you'll slip free. Or hell be distracted with his other playthings.
Your best hope of escape is to keep running.
You won't be able to hide. His eyesight isn't very good, but his hearing works fine. His nose works even better.
Doors, walls, ceilings, floors, guns, none of it stops him.
But he's old. Slow. He doesn't get tired, but he does
get bored.
If you make yourself difficult prey, eventually he'll move on to find something easier.
But he doesn't forget those who cheat his grasp. It's a very short list.
Even if he takes you to his personal hell, escape is still a remote possibility. Keep moving forward.
He likes to play with his food.
Oh he'll cripple you first. Grab your tendon or your calf and leave you whimpering and crawling along the ground.
But if you're lucky, it will be a long while before he gets bored and decides to bring you h o m e.
breath.
Was he... laughing?
He fell to the floor with a great wet smack. The sludge oozing from his blackened form sizzling against the ground like grease on a hot pan.
If the smell was bad before...
To some, pain is a horrific sensation. One to be avoided at all costs.
Others are merely saddened, or disgusted by its proximity. Even sympathetic.
Then there are those to whom pain is the sweetest of ambrosia. An irresistible lure. A decadent feast waiting for indulgement.
[ open starter ]
[ tw self mutilation ]
[ dying *hurts*. that's the one thought going through benreys mind as they sit on the floor, bleeding out through a stab wound to the stomach. It's self inflicted, done out of a mixture of curiosity and a certain enjoyment for the pain.-
horrific mockery of a sewer worker emerging from a manhole, the old man emerged. His face stretched into a rictus grin, and his cold beady eyes locked onto his target.
A hollow sort of gurgling could be heard, occasionally broken up by the staccato wheezing of his labored
His dimension is a labyrinth from which escape is exceedingly rare, but not impossible. However, escapees are hunted for the remainder of their days.
If you manage to survive that long. Out in the real world? He is a threat to be certain, but in there? He is a sadistic god.