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Jacob_Verd1yrReplied to AAsamuelburgessCh 1 (Day 1): Awakened- Jacob_Verd1yrCommented
this paragraph is like meth to me, I'm addicted and would sell my left nut and children for it
My eyes drift back into focus – the tingling dissipating – as my mind hones back in. A detailed plan formulates in my head; 'Run.' - Jacob_Verd1yrCommented
in my opinion those foes have nice toes
I shake my head to get myself focused again, and look around once more, studying the body language of those around me closely. Some of the other… 'contestants? Teammates? Friends; Foes?' Some of the other people look to be preparing themselves for a warzone. For a battle. For a culling; a slaughter. Readying themselves to sprint to the eagerly awaiting munitions laid before us. Others, like me, are glancing around tactically deciphering the situation. While a select few, are cowering on their platforms, or conversing with those on either side of them to little avail. - Jacob_Verd1yrCommented
very thought provoking
Bright white cracks of light begin to streak through my darkened vision, like bolts of bright lightning against the darkened canvas of the sky. The cracks spread through my vision, until all I can see is the piercingly bright light. - Jacob_Verd1yrCommented
what a sexy intro
The single word spoken seemingly no louder than a whisper, yet hits me like a sonic boom, echoing back and forth in my ears. My eyes eagerly snap open, yet my mind awakes with a more reluctant haze. Darkness envelopes every corner of my vision as the echoes begin to die down. A piercingly loud silence grasps me as my hearing is dampened by a powerful pressure. My skin flushes with goosebumps as my hair stands on end. - Jacob_Verd1yrCommented
interesting, very interesting
It is a beautifully sunlit day; no wind or breeze to be felt. but there is still a bitter chill in the air. The kind that makes your heart stop. The kind that makes your bones shatter. The kind that only human blood can quench. Pushing that to the back of my mind, I look to my right. The brown-haired girl standing there smiles at me, and the first thought I have is how stunning she is. She has long, brown, slightly wavy hair which flows across her shoulders and down her back, stopping just before the crook of her elbow. She has a beautiful, deep brown skin colour, resembling fresh wet mud. These features are accompanied with a pair of beautiful, dark blue eyes. Her face is angled slightly, resembling that of a cat. She tilts her head, and the hair by her neck parts slightly, revealing an otherwise hidden secret. The hashtag and number '#296' are printed in bold black ink there. 'Interesting…' I look back up at her eyes and realise that she is wearing an amused expression. I realise that I've been staring, so I awkwardly smile back – unsure how to respond – and then quickly look away, feeling hot blood rushing to my cheeks. I look over to my left, searching for something to distract me from her. 'I don't even know where I am, what I'm doing, or why I'm here – I may never see that girl again.' Despite the situation, I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at that realisation. I chastise myself for it. The girl on my left has short blonde hair, a pale skin tone. She snarls at me, revealing a fierce determination which lingers in her eyes. I know that she would kill me without second thought. A shiver radiates down my spine. 'It's almost as if she isn't human,' I think, my smile fading. On the right side of her neck is a line of smaller text printed in the same black ink as on the other girl's neck. They too look to be numbers, but I am unable to make out what it reads from this distance.