Hall of Infinite Doors
"Yarr! Yarr!" you scream at the top of your lungs. To your dismay, the kid's head won't spin, nor will he projectile vomit like the kid in the movies. Instead, you just spit a lot to make up for it.
"Yarr! Yarr! Yarr!" You make the kid stumble around like a diseased monkey in addition to the yelling and spitting you've already got him doing. This is fun! says the kid. You've got control over his body, so he speaks to you with his thoughts.
The man puts down his paper, and stares at you. "Are you possessing my son?"
"Yes! Yarr! Yarr!" you scream at him.
The man pulls a gun out from underneath his belt. "This won't hurt my son at all, but it will hurt you!"
The gun fires a beam of green light, which hits the kid squarely in the chest. Every particle that composes your being slowly dissolves. The last thing you hear before you fade into oblivion is Bye-bye Ghostie!
"Yarr! Yarr! Yarr!" You make the kid stumble around like a diseased monkey in addition to the yelling and spitting you've already got him doing. This is fun! says the kid. You've got control over his body, so he speaks to you with his thoughts.
The man puts down his paper, and stares at you. "Are you possessing my son?"
"Yes! Yarr! Yarr!" you scream at him.
The man pulls a gun out from underneath his belt. "This won't hurt my son at all, but it will hurt you!"
The gun fires a beam of green light, which hits the kid squarely in the chest. Every particle that composes your being slowly dissolves. The last thing you hear before you fade into oblivion is Bye-bye Ghostie!
