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[strangerpeople]

ŢHAT ̸H̵O̶WL͞IN̸G COĻD BLACKN͏ESS

[The last few weeks have been quiet here in the cold. Maka and Soul are gone, hopefully to their brighter and happier future. The survivors are also gone, hopefully to better places-if not home.

You, however, are still here. You are still dead, and the blackness at the edge of the island seems, for the past few days, to have become just that much darker. Winds seem to swirl around, and everything that is light becomes nothing in its wake. You hope it will never get closer.

Your hope, however, is misplaced. This place was never meant to hold out against what has taken it. This place was always ever a means to an end.

When it happens, it is sudden and without warning. The ticking, the rhythm, suddenly starts to hammer into your head. And for those of you who are outside, a sound akin to paper ripping starts to echo through the sky.

When you look up, you see why.

The sky is being ripped apart, and inky black has finally begun to seep into the area of the island itself. Long, snake-like tendrils clock forward with the ticking of the clock, swallowing up the sky, as the blackness on the water begins to coil forward with the same, static rhythm.

You need to get out of here, and fast. There is still water to escape on, so far but the skies are about to come down and grab-swallow-the island. If you don't find something to row away in, you will have to swim. And you get the feeling swimming in that black is the worst idea.

You still have some time to prepare. Use the ticking as a guide if you absolutely must. But hurry.

The island is not going to survive whatever this is.]

Comments

[bendwiththewind]

Did you happen to get their names?

[Her voice is strangely calm when she asks but she practically gives off the air of being in charge. Meanwhile, she looks to the redhead that was with her and shoved the clown in the trunk.]

[7_0_7]

[He casually leans against the trunk with an entire clown in it, looking back at her.]

Could be one of ours. [He's waiting to hear names too.]

[icanhearscreams]

Giriko and Mosquito, I'm pretty sure.

[bendwiththewind]

I don't recall those names. Have you heard of them before, Seven?

[7_0_7]

Uhhh.... mmm... [He clasps his hands together in a round shape, shaking them together] Magic 7 ball says! [peeking inside his hands. There is not and has never been anything inside of them, this is just what he chooses to be like]

Most likely....!! [but now he's fidgeting with his headphone cord. He might need a few more clues to jog his memory.] They sound familiar, anyway!

[icanhearscreams]

... Yeah. We all started to go insane there, but once we died we found some feathers that took the madness away. Which all sounds crazy, but it's what happened.

[bendwiththewind]

Crazy? 'Tis what some speak of a typical day. The exact term escapes me but believe me, it will be a feat to try and surprise us.

But these feathers are rather curious sounding. I have not heard of such items before.

[7_0_7]

.... Insane ... .mad.... but cures like a disease... Diseased world... oh... oh! Did you guys ever see anyone called Medusa? Little blonde kid, wears a hood, likes snakes?

[icanhearscreams]

I didn't see anyone like that. Anyone else?

[He looks around at the others, curiously.]