The Game Master
As you utter those words, the panel opens up and a red object is visable. It begins to slowly move in your direction. You figure that it's button a thump it as hard as you can. You manage to push in, but it abruptly shoots out at you. It's a boxing glove and it punches you in the nose. Blood begins to runs out of your nostrels at an alarming rate. This stresses you out and the shear impact together knocks you out.
Your eyes gradually open. Your surroundings are unfamiliar. The first thing that catches your attention is a cage in the corner. Your comrade, Titch is in there. Below him is a huge metal cylinder with several spinning blades inside. He is screaming out, in english along with his rodent squeals. He doesn't care about his form right now as long as he lives. The Master is stood beside the cage and he has his hands on a switch conected to the bottom of it. He then flips the switch and the base of the cage opens up. Titch clings to the side, holding the bars with all of his might. But, the Master pulls out a large silver cleaver and swings at Titch. It was a clean cutm and it slices straight through the digits. He falls to his doom.
You shout out but only a gurgling noise can be heard. Tears drip from you eyelashes as you start to sob. At the bottom of the machine a small tube can be seen. It leads to a glass. Red liquid pour out into it. You think the worst as the Master picks it up. He walks towards you.
He smiles and urges you to drink the mixture. You turn away, but he just gets angrier.
"Drink!" He yells showing you his green glowing finger. "Your friend ended like this and if you're not careful, so will you!" You think of the consequences and drink. It tastes like sick and rottom meat rolled in to one and liquidised. Water from your eyes trickle in and you just feel even more guilty. Once you are done, you barf. Your tormentor steps back and cackles.
"PIG! How could you eat your own ally." He holds a glowing hands above your head and then sends the light towards you.
As it hits, you feel like you need more of that gunk. You grunt and colapse. Then you gain weight and your limbs become short and stubby. Your hair falls out and your fingers shrivel away. You nail then spreads onto most of your hand and hardens. The same happens to your feet. As this is happening your hip locks, forceing you to walk on your hands and feet. Your face transforms next. Your ears grow and flop over and your nose and mouth turn into a snout. Your snout is flat and then a small tail appears on your rear. Little fur covers your body. You are a four-legged, flabby pig.
With Titch's demise going on, you didn't realise where you were. Your on a plank hanging over a large blender. With your new form the plank will tip without the Master on the other end. He waves and walks off. You fall onto sharp metal spikes. Before the Master leaves he presses a large button. It says 'pulse' on it. The apparatus activates and your body is history. You died in a horribler and gory manner. The nighmares live on inside you. You drank a mate and died as a repulsive pig.
Your eyes gradually open. Your surroundings are unfamiliar. The first thing that catches your attention is a cage in the corner. Your comrade, Titch is in there. Below him is a huge metal cylinder with several spinning blades inside. He is screaming out, in english along with his rodent squeals. He doesn't care about his form right now as long as he lives. The Master is stood beside the cage and he has his hands on a switch conected to the bottom of it. He then flips the switch and the base of the cage opens up. Titch clings to the side, holding the bars with all of his might. But, the Master pulls out a large silver cleaver and swings at Titch. It was a clean cutm and it slices straight through the digits. He falls to his doom.
You shout out but only a gurgling noise can be heard. Tears drip from you eyelashes as you start to sob. At the bottom of the machine a small tube can be seen. It leads to a glass. Red liquid pour out into it. You think the worst as the Master picks it up. He walks towards you.
He smiles and urges you to drink the mixture. You turn away, but he just gets angrier.
"Drink!" He yells showing you his green glowing finger. "Your friend ended like this and if you're not careful, so will you!" You think of the consequences and drink. It tastes like sick and rottom meat rolled in to one and liquidised. Water from your eyes trickle in and you just feel even more guilty. Once you are done, you barf. Your tormentor steps back and cackles.
"PIG! How could you eat your own ally." He holds a glowing hands above your head and then sends the light towards you.
As it hits, you feel like you need more of that gunk. You grunt and colapse. Then you gain weight and your limbs become short and stubby. Your hair falls out and your fingers shrivel away. You nail then spreads onto most of your hand and hardens. The same happens to your feet. As this is happening your hip locks, forceing you to walk on your hands and feet. Your face transforms next. Your ears grow and flop over and your nose and mouth turn into a snout. Your snout is flat and then a small tail appears on your rear. Little fur covers your body. You are a four-legged, flabby pig.
With Titch's demise going on, you didn't realise where you were. Your on a plank hanging over a large blender. With your new form the plank will tip without the Master on the other end. He waves and walks off. You fall onto sharp metal spikes. Before the Master leaves he presses a large button. It says 'pulse' on it. The apparatus activates and your body is history. You died in a horribler and gory manner. The nighmares live on inside you. You drank a mate and died as a repulsive pig.
