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mindcrackloveJust a short little thing, that was inspired by Vechs and Aureylain playing Waking Up for the Extra Life. Marathon.
His laugh.
It was evil.
Truly evil.
Not flashlight below chin, scary story, campfire evil, but really, truly evil. When I respawned after falling into a carefully placed trap, or was attacked by one of his minions. It echoed on the walls for what seemed like hours, but may have only been seconds. I could no longer judge the passing of time, it was one of the things he took from me. Like my memories of what life was like outside of this map, or happiness. I didn't understand what it was anymore, I knew it was happiness but I didn't know what happiness was.
Sometimes I was doing well. I had just found an iron sword or wood, and the laugh came. It was like a warning, but I never understood for what. I would freeze and try not to move until I absolutely had to, but soon I would die again and respawn to the mocking laugh.
It wasn't always that way, his laugh was a childish giggle to begin with, but as he tasted more and more power, saw more and more death and destruction his laugh became twisted, It made me wonder why he did this. Trapped people is these death filled maps, what horrors went on in his life to make him feel like this. To make him do these things. To kill.
His laugh.
It was evil.
Truly evil.
Not flashlight below chin, scary story, campfire evil, but really, truly evil. When I respawned after falling into a carefully placed trap, or was attacked by one of his minions. It echoed on the walls for what seemed like hours, but may have only been seconds. I could no longer judge the passing of time, it was one of the things he took from me. Like my memories of what life was like outside of this map, or happiness. I didn't understand what it was anymore, I knew it was happiness but I didn't know what happiness was.
Sometimes I was doing well. I had just found an iron sword or wood, and the laugh came. It was like a warning, but I never understood for what. I would freeze and try not to move until I absolutely had to, but soon I would die again and respawn to the mocking laugh.
It wasn't always that way, his laugh was a childish giggle to begin with, but as he tasted more and more power, saw more and more death and destruction his laugh became twisted, It made me wonder why he did this. Trapped people is these death filled maps, what horrors went on in his life to make him feel like this. To make him do these things. To kill.
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Date: Friday, October 3rd, 2014 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, October 3rd, 2014 06:36 pm (UTC)