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Artsydaze
Full-Time Daydreamer
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05-20-2012, 06:56 PM
January 1919
You woke up in a dark cell surrounded by many other children, each seeming as lost and scared as you, yourself, felt. You did not remember much but a grotesque shadow suddenly appearing over your bed and a great blow followed by the blissful embrace of oblivion. It smells of rot, blood and fear in there, and as you start to look around you, a door you did not notice previously opens, letting in an horror you wish you would never have witnessed. The creature seems to be made of rotting flesh roughly stitched to bloodied metal frames, strange symbols covering it's humanoid figure in dark patterns. As it advances, more enter amidst the terror filled screams and cries of your companions of misfortune... maybe you are amongst them, a distant part of your mind notes, as you are too terrified to notice.
The first creature advances to a small desk hidden in a corner of the cell and place upon it an old typewriter filled with sturdy-looking paper while another one, to the astonishment of all, began to speak in a strangely multifaceted voice.
“Welcome to you chance of a new, more productive and lucrative life, my children. Here you will ether change for the better or die as the miserable wretches that you are. If you wish to live, use this typewriter to commune with our spirits and learn our ways, if you wish to stay the way you are, we will promptly dispose of you. Choose wisely,” it said, motioning to the writing tool in question.
The machine suddenly starts to type a message on the previously blank paper, terrifying you all even more than previously. Hopefully, you can read...
In your orphanage, the rate of literacy was 75%.
Do you know how to read?
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