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[cheerupemoborg]

Who: Hank and you!
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Hank's head
Rating: R, cause nastiness

Carcinoma is derived from the Greek word καρκίνωμα, and is most often defined as "a cancerous ulcer."

It's an oddly fitting description of the place you now find yourself standing in: a pulsating, gargantuan mass of something, most likely human flesh, floating in an endless void. The ground, as it were, almost looks like sinuous tissues, clearly visible under a thin layer of what can only be skin. There's no gore or offal to speak of here, but the air is nonetheless thick with the smell of eternally fresh blood. Explore to your hearts content, but try not to vomit.

It's unsanitary, you know.


all sections: the dead | the light | the pit | the struggle

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the struggle

[cheerupemoborg]

Regardless of what you've done, your presence has not gone unnoticed by either parties. Hank's voice is the first that manages to reach your ears.

"You! Help me!"

It sounds more like a demand than a plea for help, but what you hear next drowns out Hank's shouting. A legion of voices touch your mind, offering you a rare gift: they are life, they claim, and so offer you the splendor of immortality. If you're keen enough, you'll notice the smaller tentacles slithering across the ground, stealthily approaching as best they can. Closer and closer, the writhing tendrils reach out to you.

"Fool!"

Who could turn down such an incredible offer? Surely you wouldn't. Not like him, he would give it all up. The voices grow louder.

Come, stay and linger, they cry. You need not know death, you need not fear it, they boast.

The tentacles get closer with each passing second.

Never die, they drone.

Stay, stay forever.

Stay.

Stay.

Transition from the Pit

[not_a_codfish]

[Hook struggles still as the tendrils curl around his feet and arms. The tentacles manage to wrest his sword from his grasp. Hook's writhing gets weaker and weaker. Even as his body tires, the voices wear away at his will. To live forever... He'd always feared death… But to avoid it forever? To deny himself that last great adventure? With one final effort, Hook plunges his hook into a tentacle wrapping around his left leg.]

No! I must fight it.

Must fight...

fight... it...

[cheerupemoborg]

[The tentacle around his leg jerks away when the hook hits and Hank roars when it seems like Hook may be giving in. He'd been hoping to use the pirate for bait and slip away...

Not that it matters. The voices are continuously drowning Hank out, telling of all the wondrous things eternal life could grant a person. You wouldn't be just immortal, you'd be unbeatable!]

[not_a_codfish]

[The immortal Captain Hook... He likes the sound of it. However, Hook is uneasy. This place, this whole macabre situation gives hook a sense of dread so profound he could have waxed his mustache with it. No. Whatever these voices promise, Hook would rather face his end as a gentleman, not cower from it in this Godforsaken place.

Hook has one more trick up his sleeve (literally!). With a flick of his wrist, he activates the spring-loaded mechanism that launches a dagger into his hand. Then, as the cacophony of voices in his head nearly overwhelms him, he tries to cut his way free of the tentacles.]

Not today, creature! You'll not get the Hook today!

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh good. This guy was useful after all, but even so a stray shot heat vision nearly takes Hook's head off as Hank returns his attention back to his own battle.

The voices are getting impatient now. Mocking him. You're too weak like this, too soft.

Would you really give up a chance at power?]