- Joined
- Aug 5, 2010
When Wendell’s entity, thinking they would help make each of their reports, returned to find out what Chrisy’s entity was still doing, it got mad and tried to stop it. The root yank out and stared at her like it was slapped in the face. Chrisy’s yelled back, and the root then rammed hard into her. At this point the entities started what might as well be called a physical fist fight. This manifested in the world around the two human subjects breaking down.
The entire tree, including the root, shook and turned into dust. And then from that being the epic-center, the entire ground shook, large cracks started to grow, while steam and sulfur spew from the earth. The sky started to distort, a mix of clear blue sky, fluffy white clouds, dark night, and storming weather all mixed in, as though several layers of atmosphere crashing into each other. As the noise of a demi-plane in its death throes spread up into the higher dimensions, the higher ups started to react, separating the two feuding entities. Meanwhile the world continue to fall apart. The earth broke away into small islands floating in the sky, separating Chrisy and Wendell, who was now kneeling and gritting his teeth. A couple of tornadoes spawn in the horizon. It was raining hard for 5 seconds then came dry in an instant. The mix of skies was all around them.
Then the sky itself seem to be dispersing. There was even more behind the sky. At first is seem to be as though they were in a massive, huge room. And behind it was complex machines, composed of metal and wood. Sounds of chains at work. And an entire environment that seemed to be a cross of a factory, prison, or torture rooms. Sounds of industrial work was mixed with sounds of screaming pain and sexual orgies.
The geometry of the place seemed paradoxical. And it too was moving in constant flux. Entire platforms moving, bridges being built spontaneously and disappearing, the rules of gravity not applying, and chains moving as though they were alive. And one was heading right for here. The small islands of earth was themselves dispersing except for the ones she and Wendell was on, while below them was more of this strange place. She was still high up and jumping would be suicide.
Picking her up, the chain took Chrisy and Wendell in flight as they seen more. There were some humans here, all naked, either working or just walking without emotion. They saw no one screaming in pain and pleasure, though the sounds of them are both loud and everywhere. The chains caring them stopped, and four walls of metal grew from a metal floor. Loosing their grip, they both fell in, and a metal ceiling went over them. Three large holes from each side of the perfect square cell, allowing air in. The size of the box was barely large enough for Wendell to reach out his hands and touch opposite walls with his fingers.
Meanwhile, the testers were forced to take a leave of absence till a decision was to be made about them and the two plaything subjects. This would take several hours.
The entire tree, including the root, shook and turned into dust. And then from that being the epic-center, the entire ground shook, large cracks started to grow, while steam and sulfur spew from the earth. The sky started to distort, a mix of clear blue sky, fluffy white clouds, dark night, and storming weather all mixed in, as though several layers of atmosphere crashing into each other. As the noise of a demi-plane in its death throes spread up into the higher dimensions, the higher ups started to react, separating the two feuding entities. Meanwhile the world continue to fall apart. The earth broke away into small islands floating in the sky, separating Chrisy and Wendell, who was now kneeling and gritting his teeth. A couple of tornadoes spawn in the horizon. It was raining hard for 5 seconds then came dry in an instant. The mix of skies was all around them.
Then the sky itself seem to be dispersing. There was even more behind the sky. At first is seem to be as though they were in a massive, huge room. And behind it was complex machines, composed of metal and wood. Sounds of chains at work. And an entire environment that seemed to be a cross of a factory, prison, or torture rooms. Sounds of industrial work was mixed with sounds of screaming pain and sexual orgies.
The geometry of the place seemed paradoxical. And it too was moving in constant flux. Entire platforms moving, bridges being built spontaneously and disappearing, the rules of gravity not applying, and chains moving as though they were alive. And one was heading right for here. The small islands of earth was themselves dispersing except for the ones she and Wendell was on, while below them was more of this strange place. She was still high up and jumping would be suicide.
Picking her up, the chain took Chrisy and Wendell in flight as they seen more. There were some humans here, all naked, either working or just walking without emotion. They saw no one screaming in pain and pleasure, though the sounds of them are both loud and everywhere. The chains caring them stopped, and four walls of metal grew from a metal floor. Loosing their grip, they both fell in, and a metal ceiling went over them. Three large holes from each side of the perfect square cell, allowing air in. The size of the box was barely large enough for Wendell to reach out his hands and touch opposite walls with his fingers.
Meanwhile, the testers were forced to take a leave of absence till a decision was to be made about them and the two plaything subjects. This would take several hours.