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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 dead

[cheerupemoborg]

Luckily(?), you are not alone in this strange world. All around you, erupting from the ground and bursting from walls, are people. Many of them appear to be old and decrepit, but there are ages of all sorts riddled among the elderly masses. They're everywhere, shrieking and wailing in various degrees of horror at their current predicament, almost as if they were forcibly expelled from the mountain of meat and are desperate to return to it. They scratch and claw at their former home, but it is futile.

You can either try to speak with them, or move on.

the light

[cheerupemoborg]

As if compelled, all these people eventually stop their wailing and scratching (some sooner than later), and begin to walk to the nearest end of the giant growth. Without an ounce of hesitation, they leap over the edge to plummet to their doom: a great shining light, piercing its way through the endless darkness, obliterating all those who inevitably reach it. It's beautiful, you note. Like a star, its light magnified a thousand fold.

Yet some ancient, primal instinct screams at you to get away. If you don't, you may find yourself entranced by this fantastic light, and join those who have elected to jump...

the pit

[cheerupemoborg]

Had you been paying attention, a violent cacophony could be heard across the red plains the entire time you'd been here, the source of it emanating from behind some large hills far off in the distance. Approach, and the world will seem to shake beneath your feet, worsening with every step you take. Lights flare beyond the crests of the hills, and fire and explosions taint the air with the stench of burnt flesh. A new dread wells up in your chest, not unlike the one you felt when you looked into the light far below - but this one is somehow new, somehow different than anything you've felt before.

Once over the hill, the reason for all this becomes clear. In front of you is a pit leading deep down into the heart of this mass, cocooned in it's walls are a few of the people you'd seen earlier, and from it grows powerful tentacles of all shapes and sizes. In the sky above, Hank does battle with the many tentacles as they attempt to ensnare and drag him down to join those who already have been encased in the walls. Unfortunately, with every gain he makes against them, more appear and manage to pull him in a little bit more.

It's up to you, but it might be a good idea to leave.

Re: the pit

[not_a_codfish]

Hook is aghast. There are not sufficient words in his extensive vocabulary to describe the horror he witnesses before him. He is about to sink to his knees in disgust when he hears the commotion.

Upon investigating, he see's Hank's predicament. He hesitates for a second, his fear battling with his sense of honor. In the end, Good Form wins out. Hook draws his sword and charges at the mass of tentacles.]

I'll not see this monstrosity claim me without a fight!

ooc: This could transition directly to The Struggle or stay in The Pit, however you want to work this.

[cheerupemoborg]

"You do that."

[Hank continues his eternal struggle against the pit and it's tentacles, who now have taken notice of Hook.

Almost immediately, they converge on him to claim him as their new prize.]


ooc: guess we could keep it here!

[not_a_codfish]

[With a snarl, Hook lashes out with sword and hook, slicing and hacking. While hook is a master swordsman, there are a lot of tentacles, and only one of him...]

[cheerupemoborg]

[They were expecting this. Another one? Why do they always fight?

The tentacles go for Hook's limbs trying to restrain him and get that sword out of the way.

By now, voices should be whispering into his ear.]

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?]