Hall of Infinite Doors
Putting subtlety aside, you break out into an all-out sprint, tackling the fleshy walls. To your surprise, and delight, you find out that you bounce right off the springy material, not unlike a moonwalk. Lifting yourself off the ground, you jump up in the air, and discover that you can bounce on the ground just as well as you can on the walls.
You go nuts for about fifteen minutes, screaming in joy as you begin to ricochet off of all reachable surfaces. The ooze which seeps out of the flesh has soaked into your clothes by now, but you're having too much fun to care. Hitting all of these neurons doesn't seem to be activating any motor controls like you had hoped, but this is much more amusing anyway.
Panting for breath, you gaze around the brain again. You note that some of the formerly healthy grey flesh has become a sickly charcoal black, which oozes more liquid than the healthy flesh does. It looks like all of your jumping around has bruised Isaac's brain.
Still, what did you expect? You set out to ruin this guy's life. To be fair, this wasn't the exact method you were planning on, but it was certainly more enjoyable. You fall to the ground, letting the absorbant flesh take all of the shock from your landing.
You lay there for a few minutes, when suddenly you see another person walking toward you. He looks perfectly human, except he's pure white, with a blue tint surrounding him. Even his clothes are the same shade of white. If it weren't for shadows, this guy would look like a silhouette.
"What the hell did you just do!" he shrieks. "Do you have any idea what you've just done! I can't believe you!"
"Who are you?" you ask, ignoring his questions. The guy seems rather pushy.
"I'm a soul! I shouldn't have to deal with this!" he yells. He seems to be too worked up to pay attention to you. "I perform a bit of conscience work, help him sort out some moral dilemmas...never in all of my years have I had to deal with exorcisms!"
"Whoa, back up," you say, trying to calm this guy down. "I'm not a demon. I'm a human, who entered Isaac's brain from an infinite hallway." You point to the door, in an effort to prove your case- but it's not there.
"Do you know how much damage you've done!" he says frantically, once again oblivious to what you've actually said. "You attacked his cognitive thinking lobes! Within a matter of minutes, you've ruined all of his public education! He's dumber than a second grader! He can't add, he can barely count, I'll be surprised if he can tie his shoes! Congratulations, demon, you've just retarded a teenager! I'll have to fake a head-jarring accident just to make his new fate believable!"
You try to plead your case, but Isaac's soul isn't listening. You get the feeling that it just likes to monologue. You would, too, if you only had organs for company. Still, you don't think about the matter for very long.
It's hard to think once you've been obliviated in a blast of holy light.
You go nuts for about fifteen minutes, screaming in joy as you begin to ricochet off of all reachable surfaces. The ooze which seeps out of the flesh has soaked into your clothes by now, but you're having too much fun to care. Hitting all of these neurons doesn't seem to be activating any motor controls like you had hoped, but this is much more amusing anyway.
Panting for breath, you gaze around the brain again. You note that some of the formerly healthy grey flesh has become a sickly charcoal black, which oozes more liquid than the healthy flesh does. It looks like all of your jumping around has bruised Isaac's brain.
Still, what did you expect? You set out to ruin this guy's life. To be fair, this wasn't the exact method you were planning on, but it was certainly more enjoyable. You fall to the ground, letting the absorbant flesh take all of the shock from your landing.
You lay there for a few minutes, when suddenly you see another person walking toward you. He looks perfectly human, except he's pure white, with a blue tint surrounding him. Even his clothes are the same shade of white. If it weren't for shadows, this guy would look like a silhouette.
"What the hell did you just do!" he shrieks. "Do you have any idea what you've just done! I can't believe you!"
"Who are you?" you ask, ignoring his questions. The guy seems rather pushy.
"I'm a soul! I shouldn't have to deal with this!" he yells. He seems to be too worked up to pay attention to you. "I perform a bit of conscience work, help him sort out some moral dilemmas...never in all of my years have I had to deal with exorcisms!"
"Whoa, back up," you say, trying to calm this guy down. "I'm not a demon. I'm a human, who entered Isaac's brain from an infinite hallway." You point to the door, in an effort to prove your case- but it's not there.
"Do you know how much damage you've done!" he says frantically, once again oblivious to what you've actually said. "You attacked his cognitive thinking lobes! Within a matter of minutes, you've ruined all of his public education! He's dumber than a second grader! He can't add, he can barely count, I'll be surprised if he can tie his shoes! Congratulations, demon, you've just retarded a teenager! I'll have to fake a head-jarring accident just to make his new fate believable!"
You try to plead your case, but Isaac's soul isn't listening. You get the feeling that it just likes to monologue. You would, too, if you only had organs for company. Still, you don't think about the matter for very long.
It's hard to think once you've been obliviated in a blast of holy light.
