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|  | Game 13 « Thread Started on Mar 12, 2009, 2:48pm » | |
Ive Finially made it, The Black Hills Forest. Cant wait to explore. I wonder if i shall meet any other explorers? "wow, it sure is silent"
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #1 on Mar 25, 2009, 2:07am » | |
It seemed the wind & trees replied:
"SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH....".
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #2 on Mar 25, 2009, 12:06pm » | |
i stood and listened to trees, i could feel an eerie presence, in these woods
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #3 on Mar 31, 2009, 2:27pm » | |
piercing screams cut the hair, coming from deeper in the woods. you find a dead child hanging from a tree upside down near the ruins of an old house
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #4 on Apr 3, 2009, 7:06pm » | |
The hanging kid has rather a creepy grind on his face.
The kid's eyes aren't shut, by the way. He sees you hanging from that branch in a morbid way, his eyes still sparkle.
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #5 on Apr 4, 2009, 4:05am » | |
you try desperately to untie him. he finially falls to the ground but makes no movement, he just stares at you then points to the house. you look at the house then look at the child, you see him sprinting away.
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #6 on Sept 11, 2009, 6:43pm » | |
A huge brown owl appears in a nearby tree. It turns its gaze to the group and seems to watch intently. After a few moments it screeches loudly and flies away in the general direction of the house.
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|  | Re: Game 13 « Reply #7 on Oct 4, 2009, 10:32am » | |
There is movement near the ruins. A shadow just beyond the light that seems to fade, grow darker, and then fade again. You can hear a whisper on the wind, behind the rustling of the leaves. A man's voice. The words cannot be made out. But the tone is fearful.
A warning...?
| Dread is the first and strongest kind of fear. It is that tension, that waiting that comes when you know there is something to fear but you have not yet identified what it is. The fear that comes when you first realize that a window you are sure you closed is now open, the curtains billowing, and you're alone in the house... |
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