[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

[jmencalisse]

[David peers into the pit again when the voice pipes up. His watch? That's an odd conversation starter and he doesn't quite remember the talk on the network but hey, maybe he can actually pass the time and talk to the woman that just chatted him up and he turns his head and HOLY FUCKING WHAT IN THE EVEN WHAT IS HAPPENING ANYMORE

He jumps back almost comically, his arms coming up in agitated gestures because what in the actual

actual

actual fuck.]

What the fuck are you?

[ecks]

[She shifts her weight sharply when he jumps back, ready to surge forward and grab him if he looks like he's going to topple into the pit, but -- no. No, he is alright. She relaxes again.]

I am a flesh golem. My name is Ecks. You are the human who has a watch and wants cigarettes.

[jmencalisse]

I think I want something a lot stronger at this point.

What is wrong with your face?

[ecks]

[She pauses, stares. Lifts her one hand to gently touch her face here and there.]

Is there something wrong with it?

[jmencalisse]

Yes. It is sown together.

Did you have an accident?

[ecks]

I did not have an accident. My hand is gone because of a fight. Also my face is meant to be sown together.

[jmencalisse]

Why would a face be meant to be sown together? What kind of nightmare bullshit is that?

[ecks]

[Oh, that's what he's confused about! Luckily there's a really simple, straightforward answer.]

It is because I was made from many dead bodies and brought to life using magic. I am a flesh golem.