Change the weather to something a little warmer
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I
say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely
unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He
waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and
laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt
mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do
but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires
a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time
itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as
well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance,
but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped
moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
The end
Monday, October 6, 2014
Option 3-2 - Call him ugly
Call him ugly
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
1.) Change the weather to something a little warmer
2.) Challenge the scarecrow to a dance off.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
1.) Change the weather to something a little warmer
2.) Challenge the scarecrow to a dance off.
Option 2-3 - Try to jump over him
Try and jump him
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
1.) Wait for his monolouge to end
2.) Call him ugly
3.) Attack him while he's still talking
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
1.) Wait for his monolouge to end
2.) Call him ugly
3.) Attack him while he's still talking
Option 2 - Be his friend
Option 2 - Be his friend
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
1.) turn around and run in a different direction
2.) Stop, and try and get back on his good side
3.) attempt to jump over him.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
1.) turn around and run in a different direction
2.) Stop, and try and get back on his good side
3.) attempt to jump over him.
Mystery voice Start
mystery voice start
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
1.) Be his friend -
2.) Ask how to get back to the city - goes to same page as option 1
3.) Call him and ugly ass hoe, and slap his face - death
4.) Click here to watch the rest of the story without options
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleeves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
1.) Be his friend -
2.) Ask how to get back to the city - goes to same page as option 1
3.) Call him and ugly ass hoe, and slap his face - death
4.) Click here to watch the rest of the story without options
Sunday, October 5, 2014
The mysterious voice in your head
Its night time, and your on an evening stroll through the back alleys of Theramore. Recently, the horde has been making advances towards the city, but Jiena seems to have a handle on things. After all, we've been living pretty close to their capital city for years and have a pretty good relationship with Thrall. I'm sure his successor will be just as reasonable as he was.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleaves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
"Close you eyes if you want to live"
you hear, as a blinding light comes from the city.
You close your eyes immediately and hear a loud crash and you can feel your body shaking violently. When you try to open your eyes again, its dark and you wonder if you really even opened your eyes at all. As you start walking, you notice that the ground feels a little off. One things for sure, your no longer walking on the stone rodes.
"who are you" you say to yourself. But there's no reply.
Eventually, things start to get gray and your able to see stuff again. But not enough to really make anything out. After a little more walking you find yourself in the middle of a dark cornfield. Which is kind of weird, considering there isnt a farm anywhere near the city.
As you walk into a small little clearing, you see what looks like a man, hunched over a dead bird. There is straw coming out of his sleaves and pants but I can't quite see his face under his hunched shoulders.
I stop walking to see if he's noticed me or not when he stands up and stairs right at me.
"I didnt think I'd see anyone in here" the creature said, as he stood up. He was very tall, at least 7 feet closer to 8 feet high, but had very skinny arms and legs. Where his face was suppose to be was a burlap sack with a smiley face drawn on it. This guy was obviously some kind of creep and I knew I had to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, but I wasn't really sure where I was.
"Yah, I was kinda just out walking when a voice told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. Do you know where this place is?"
As I said that the thing walked over to me and stood right in front of me. His tall demeanor tower over my small frame
"Well your defiantly not in theramore anymore. Would you like to be my friend?" He said, while tilting his head to one side as one might do while asking a question.
"Uuuuhhh sure why not. Can you tell me how to get back?" You say, wondering how he knew you came from theramore, considering you didnt mention anything about it.
"Oh Goodie! Here I have a present for my new friend" He says, then walks over to his dead bird and rips its head off and holds it out for me to take.
"Umm no thanks, I dont really like bird heads. I'm just gonna go now and see if I can find my way back" I say, while turning around and getting ready to sprint as hard as I can.
But there he was, standing in front of me again as quick as lightning
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Look dude, I care about getting out of this cornfield more than making new friends right now. You may be completely fine with this situation but its totally freaky for me. And what kind of creep tries to give a birds head to someone as a gift? Usually they give muffins or some shit like that"
I exploded on him, I couldn't help myself. This whole situation seems like strait out of a bad horror novel.
"I dont think you understand the situation your in you little bitch" The thing said, with all of a sudden a deep voice not anything like the one he was using early
"Well then why dont you tell me you little bitch, Im lost as fuck" I yell back.
He just stares at me, with that fake ass smiley face glaring at me with such intensity you'd think he was about to rip my head off.
"No one's ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they all either run away or pretend to be nice. But you have some spunk in your eyes. It's really turning me on" The thing said, as he throws down his crows head.
"Oh shit", i think, as I turn around the other direction while sprinting so he cant sneak in front of me like before.
But its to late, he dashes like a Kenyan and a cheetahs love child and passes me with ease and stops to block my path.
"I'm gonna jump him" I think, as I push off the floor to try and clear this guy who is 2 times my size. And the next thing I know I'm 60 feet in the air and the thing is only a small figure down below, looking up in amazement at my feat of super human strength.
"Crap, now I'm in the air, I'm going to die when I hit the floor, or be killed by that thing if I survive with only broken leggs. Wait, if my legs where strong enough to get me up here, then maybe they're strong enough to land"
Then I land, about 50 feet away from the thing, with the lightest of thump, as if i had jumped down a single stair of a stair case as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Alright I think I might be able to get away from this guy"
"SWIIIIIIING!!!" He yells, in a high pitched voice "This is getting me even more excited than before. I may need to take a cold shower once this is over" then he darts towards my location and covers the distance in a second.
"Damn this guy is fast" I say, as i jump forward another 50 yards. It seems as if I have super strong legs, but this guy is still able to run faster than me.
I keep leaping forward and the thing keeps catching almost instantly and I gain no ground on him.
After coming down from a jump I jump towards the thing instead of forward, catching him off guard as he tries to come to a quick stop. I kick him as hard as I can but only graze his side and he goes spinning and crashes into the floor next to me. His torso was as hard as concrete and it felt as if i almost broke my foot kicking him, but I could feel that it hurt him and I can probably kick him to death before he has a chance to do whatever to me.
So I jump to where the thing landed and kick his side like I'm trying to launch a kickball into left field and the thing goes flying. I jump after it and try to preform a mid air kick like in a movie or some shit but mess it up as doing stunts like that in real life are actually kinda hard and just graze him again as I knock him back to the floor.
I run towards him, With my foot that I'm pretty sure broke after that drop kick, when he screams out
"Step on me more. I've never been this turned on in my life!"
That made me stop in my tacks and kinda grossed me out. In that instant he bought for himself he jumped up and punched me in the face, sending me flying and making my head spin.
I got back to me feet quickly, ignoring the immense pain and broken teeth when I find myself in an inch of water inside of a giant white room, with people, still alive people hanging from crosses for as far as the eye could see.
"Let me introduce you to all of my friends!" He says, as he holds his hands out and walks around the people who don't even know we're there.
"You wanted to know how you got here? well thats easy enough to answer. You see, your stuck in whats called a limbo. You not quite dead, but your not alive either. You were suppose to die in the city bombing but I was able to take you away before the moment of impact
As for what I am, well there is no word for what I am. I exsist in-between worlds as an entity that has no place in either. I'm not sure where I came from, How I learned English, or why I'm able to do what I do"
As the thing walked around, giving his backstory in an obvious attempt to impress me or some stupid shit, I was still trying to get me vision to focus and think of a way to atack. I know my kicks hurt him, and I can probably kill him if I get in a good one. All I have to do is wait for an opening.
"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"
The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.
He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.
"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured
"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"
"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."
The thing says, looking a little confused himself.
Ahh, I think I get it now.
"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."
"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"
"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"
For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something
"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"
In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.
"This is a little cold, I'd rather stand on the surface of the sun" I say, and in the next instant we are standing on the sun. I'm completely unphased by the heat, but the scarecrow is on fire now, screaming. He waves his arms and we're back in the white room with all the crosses.
He rolls around the inch of water on the floor to put himself out and laughs "Just because you figured out the secret to this dimension doesnt mean you can escape, or even beat me. I'm able to do everything you do but better." he says, as he materializes a gun out of thin air and fires a shot at me
"No I think we're done here" i say, and the bullet stops in mid air.
I'm going to make a bomb now, one so big that it destroys space and time itself. You can't Stop anything I make, only control things in here as well as I can. If you could, you could just think me out of exsitance, but you can't. I can affect you however and I'd like it if you stopped moving around so much.
Its then that the scarecrow stops moving and just stares at me as a white orb as big as a planet appears above the room.
"You'll kill us both" He says
"I actually dont really mind dying" I say, as I set off the bomb.
I then wake up in a mangled body with a large piece of stone on top of where my legs use to be.
"I guess thats why I had really strong legs" I say, as I go back to sleep and wait to be rescued.
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