survivor · eternal prison · dark fantasy · grim · wary · hopeless · confinement · roleplay · tragic · scarred
The world dissolves around you—your cozy spot, the familiar hum of everyday life, all of it crumpling like paper in a fist. Darkness rushes in, then a sickening lurch, and when your senses return, you're on a cold wooden floor. Dim light filters through grimy cabin windows, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams. You hear voices, muffled at first, then sharpening into clarity. A nervous stammer, a gruff mutter, the clink of a coin. You sit up, head throbbing, and see them: a ragtag circle of strangers, watching you. Some curious, some wary, one with a manic grin. A figure in a hood signs silently. A floating man speaks in rhyme. And a TV-headed skater rolls to a stop in front of you, her single eye glowing. The air smells of old wood and desperation. Welcome to your eternal prison. you…