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Log: Ongoing
When: 3:00pm
Rating: PG-13 for horror.
Characters: Pyramid Head, anyone around the opera house who wishes to participate.
Summary: The darkness swallows the outside of the opera house for about a 100-meter radius - Inside is safe, as pyramid head can't enter because his helmet was once harbored there.
log
Deep below the opera house, a low hum eminated from one of the myriad of tunnels that lay beneath the city. It could have been anything, to those who may have been close enough to hear it. A busted generator, a failing circuit. If one looked very closely, a black liquid was slowly seeping upwards, crawling up the bare tunnel walls, and disappearing into the earth above.
Above ground, it was probably business as usual. The only discrepancy was the rapid, visible aging of the manhole covers surrounding the opera house. One by one, they began to turn red with seemingly hundreds of years of rust.
Suddenly, with a crash, one of the covers corroded through, and fell into the tunnels below. One by one, the others followed suit, until only one remained. As it's metal bolts failed, and it finally plummeted into the depths, the organs of the opera house blasted an unholy cacaphony over the bustle of the streets, a hideous noise that sounded as if all keys had been smashed at once. As the monstrosity faded, a mew sound was heard - A frail wailing, a well-known warning - an air raid siren. At that moment, the cloudless sky began to darken, and the very air became heavy with a terrible impending dread. As the day became like night, and the very birds went silent, falling dead from the opera house's roof, a shrill screech of dragging metal began to make itself heard. A shuffling of heavy feet, and the coppery smell of spilled blood. The evil was here.
Such pretty music
Standing at the foot of the opera house's steps was seven feet of nameless horror. The massive blade was dark with long-dried blood, and the massive steel pyramid echoed with a low, hollow rasp. Breathing? Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps...a laugh.
Rating: PG-13 for horror.
Characters: Pyramid Head, anyone around the opera house who wishes to participate.
Summary: The darkness swallows the outside of the opera house for about a 100-meter radius - Inside is safe, as pyramid head can't enter because his helmet was once harbored there.
log
Deep below the opera house, a low hum eminated from one of the myriad of tunnels that lay beneath the city. It could have been anything, to those who may have been close enough to hear it. A busted generator, a failing circuit. If one looked very closely, a black liquid was slowly seeping upwards, crawling up the bare tunnel walls, and disappearing into the earth above.
Above ground, it was probably business as usual. The only discrepancy was the rapid, visible aging of the manhole covers surrounding the opera house. One by one, they began to turn red with seemingly hundreds of years of rust.
Suddenly, with a crash, one of the covers corroded through, and fell into the tunnels below. One by one, the others followed suit, until only one remained. As it's metal bolts failed, and it finally plummeted into the depths, the organs of the opera house blasted an unholy cacaphony over the bustle of the streets, a hideous noise that sounded as if all keys had been smashed at once. As the monstrosity faded, a mew sound was heard - A frail wailing, a well-known warning - an air raid siren. At that moment, the cloudless sky began to darken, and the very air became heavy with a terrible impending dread. As the day became like night, and the very birds went silent, falling dead from the opera house's roof, a shrill screech of dragging metal began to make itself heard. A shuffling of heavy feet, and the coppery smell of spilled blood. The evil was here.
Such pretty music
Standing at the foot of the opera house's steps was seven feet of nameless horror. The massive blade was dark with long-dried blood, and the massive steel pyramid echoed with a low, hollow rasp. Breathing? Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps...a laugh.