oh boi we bout to have a new hub boiz

I bet he dies at the end

Let's gather 'round the campfire and sing our campfire song

Everyone guess how he's gonna die

Oh boy I love 10am campfires

-NEXUS SET THREAD TIME TO 11:00 P.M.-

the house was alight with candles from the windows, people were awake. There was slight commotion inside. Dinner? Perhaps the traveler could have some scraps. Walking over and knocking on the fresh white door, a young woman dressed plainly opened the door, smile unbreaking. "Hello there, may I help ye?" She spoke informally. The traveler tipped the old hat he had and asked if he could have a warm place to sleep and perhaps some food. The woman paused, and smiled only the way a mother could. "Ah course, i got some bread thats fresh, ye can have it. There's a bedroom on the left at the end o the hall ye can have."

Is he wearing a fedora?

STOP RUINING THE ATMOSPHERE PLS

The traveler thanked the woman, and after a casual and unimportant conversation consisting of questions and nonchalant answers that amounted to nothing, the traveling man sat in his room....and waited for the woman to sleep. Slowly opening the door and procuring a blade from the kitchen that was perfect. Before a hard, iron object banged against the skull of the traveler, had she been up? Had she known his intentions? These were the final questions pondered as the traveler lost consciousness, seeing a smiling woman holding chains and a pan.

Oh shit he ded

damn. Mom's are tough huh?

Awakening to the smell of iron rich blood, the murderous traveler knew the smell well. Blood, and then decay, a rotting corpse....no.....many, sight returning to the would be killer, he saw the room, a cellar, sanded stone. Lit by candles and even torches. Something was moving in the corner.....a human shape.....the sound of eating....biting....chewing. And after realizing that the chains he remembered from being knocked out were around his arms, he looked about the room. The smell didn't lie, decaying bodies. Still.....bleeding. Where was the traveler, and what was in the corner?

oh I know ! it's resident evil ! he's stuck in resident evil !

Your stories have a dark medieval age feel to it.



I like it.

Have we entered the Junpei Zone?

@pixie

More like Stupei, Ace Defective.

the chewing sound stopped.....and the thing in the corner stood....it was curvy, and a familiar figure. The woman was the first thought in the travelers mind. And he was almost right. It was indeed a woman, pale as ice and covered in the crimson of bodily fluids. But this was no sane farm woman. In fact....the traveler looked at the corpses nearby again. They wore almost nothing, undergarments excluded. When something came to mind....the table was set as if there was 4 people. And there was 3 corpses next to the traveler, a woman, a man, what looked to be a teenage boy....and the traveler made a connection. That wasn't normal food in the corner. And as the blood covered woman crawled toward him with hungry eyes, the traveler accepted his fate. He'd done terrible things for as long as he could remember. As the woman came closer, he remembered what he left behind.....the one girl he forgot back in the now caved in mines.....

@IamThou *there is someone screaming "YEEAAAH!!!" At the top of their lungs in the distance*

-The End-

How was it?

Pretty good actually.

Good, I tried to craft something that was at least unsettling.

yeah I liked it boss !

@Boss

Tasty.

@IamThou

So...would you be hungry for more?

Sure... just for me not at this very second... got to get into a work Montage soon.

@Boss

Yes.

Nice one Boss.