NationStates Jolt Archive

Anandan is sponsoring the first "Funhouse". The concept behind the funhouse is that anyone you hate based upon something evil they've done you banish them to the 'Funhouse' where they will exist until you free them. For however long they stay there they are subject to constant torture for the amusement of youreslf and others. For the beginning a group of 70 rapists and pedophiles have been banished to the "Funhouse".
Let the Games Begin. :twisted: :lol: :twisted:

*Dark*
That's the first impression the group of 70 get. Walking forward they see it gradually lightens to a dim twilight gray. Suddenly they heard footsteps and a figure in black appears. It is impossible to tell if the figure is female or male, concealed as it is in a black leather trenchcoat, fitted black pants and black combat boots. It's face is beautiful if sinister framed by a mane of dredlockes.

"Welcome, children you've entered the Funhouse." Oh such a sardonic voice balanced on the knife edge of cruel amusement. "Your purpose of being here is to suffer. You cannot escape not even in death. You will remain here for as long as your sponsor wishes. I am your host and master and will carry out your punishments. Any questions?"

One of the tougher creeps steps forward. "Nah, I ain't got a question, but I got something to say: F*ck you, you f*cking fag!" "For shame such a dirty mouth..." Suddenly the Dominus rushed foward and grabbed the thug. Leading in close to his ear he whispered, "Fool for this I will tear your soul about." All of a sudden the lights died, and then all that were heard were screams.
69 of 70 are left unharm, but for how much longer...

OCC:I'm senting Scott Peterson and G.W. Bush along with a group of child abusers and that chick who made a cover of the White Strips "Fell in love with a Girl". On with the show. Oh yeah and just to stay in character they'll have different names, but the same crimes.

IC: He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't complaining. It was nice with beautiful surroundings. Pip, pip, pip... However that sound was getting annoying. Where was it coming from? Here? The back bedroom... "F*ck!" The entire room was washed in blood and some kind of moster was standing in the middle grinning at him. "Hello father you don't seem glad to see me, but then you never have been happy in regards to me." "What are you talking about?', Petreyal had never been so scared, to be honest he'd never really felt anything excepted annoyed. "You murdered me and my mother, so now you'll gonna pay. Right mother?" *No, no. Anything, but this. Anything, but her.* Two cold slimy, decayed hands incircled his slid around him from behind. "Darling, it's time to play..."

Damn this sure weren't no part of Texan he'd ever seen. "Hello, where am I?" All this sand and wind was killing him, even more than the smell. "Hell-hello?" He was getting dehydrated he'd been walking for hours, occasionally running from strange sounds and gunfire. Besides which his fear was choking him. "Commander-in-Chief my ass." The surprise made Bushe spin around and fall. "Who are you?" Bushe wasn't sure wh he was scared afterall the soldier in front of him looked normal enough: brown hair, tan, fairly muscular. But he seemed so cold and heartless, besides he couldn't see his face. "Why are you standing in the sun? I can't see your face." Snicker, the soldier snickered. He bent down until the shadow left his face. Bushe gasphed. "You don't have to, cause your face is my own." He then raised his gun and aimed. "Don't beg, the damned have no right to weep. Nor do terrorist."

Chick hated been strung along liked she'd been the last hour. Unfortunately, she had no alternative, she wanted out and the only way seemed to be following the signs marked Exits. The doorway at the end of the hallway seemed brighter than the rest of the building. Maybe that was the exit? Running she entered a new chamber with no exits. Turning around she saw her entry point was gone too. Suddenly she was surrounded by a group of very pissed teenagers and twenty-somethings.
"You screwed up our favorite song, now you suffer."

Program completed. Restart? Y/N Y. Program rebooting.

OCC: I'm senting three subsentients each one representing a dark quality of Man: Hate, Violence, and Madness. With each I send a group of seven who beyond all others represent these qualities. No "real life" person is directly mentioned or presented...yet.

IC:
The portal closed leaving the crowd in near darkness, surrounded by the sound of a damp, dank underground. Tobias looked around curiously, sniffing all the while for a whiff of blood or fear. *Hunger. I hunger.*
"Quiet Man-child there are many tortured souls here.", The growled command came from the tallest of the gathering- Malebolge. "We shall feed well tonight."

Turning away from the dismal puppet of a child, Malebolge continued his conference with the other Leadi. "So, then this place we have been banished to; it is a Hell of human creation?" "Huh, every where a filthy human dwells is a hell of human creation." "True, but why sent us here? Surely there are better places?" "Yes, but there is a dual purpose here. We come to serve and to suffer, yes, but we also come to enjoy." "Why?"
"Because they know their guilt in creating us with their own diseased thoughts." "So what shall we do?"

"You shall follow me." The trio turned as one to see a shady figure dressed tastefully in black. His/her/it's eyes burned into them silver orbs bounded by a heaving sea of black. "Come, you have your work. Ah, leave the Children. They have another path to follow." Trading a single glance the trio stepped away from the others only just in time. Hands, claws, tentacles, and unidetifable things shot up from the ground to grab the entire congregation above it. Their panic screams were terrible, but nearly so much as the laughter some gave that echoed about becoming a damned cacopacy.

A smile apparent in his voice, the Domini turned upon his heel and began to walk away fading into the shifting shadows. The Leadi hestiated briefly before following. Their own movements covered the sobbing of one lost child. *Betrayal*

OOC: You guys are messed up. Awesome! Wanna move to my region?
Anyway, guess I'll sent a Catholic priest, some representives from the war in the middle east, and the idiots who think Pro-life means killing doctors and blowing up buildings.

IC:
"Hail Mary, full of Grace..." Father Lusful had been chanting 'hail Mary's
for the last three hours and it wasn't doing anything about the horror around him. Surrounding him on every side was a beautiful boy or girl, sitting directly behind them were beautiful horrificily mortified women nude and smiling. Father Lusful knew he couldn't move from his position, he couldn't touch the children, he couldn't stop his Litury or those women would tear him apart. But the children smiled and reached out to him and oh their flesh was tempting.

Only the gleam of the moster's claws that sat behind them kept him in his seat. That one, that boy who looked like Adonis he kept trying to caress him. So sweet, his eyes were filled with compassion and...lust. "Hail Mary fu-' "Don't you want me? I know you do so why do you deny yourself?" The Adonis spoke with a voice of dark honey. The sound was like a drug, but the monsters waited. "Please let us help you. Please I promise it will be estacy." The monsters. "Hail M-' "Daniel, have faith in me." Weak, he was so weak to fall for so paltry an snare. But he was only human. Oh the agony and the estacy!

They had been sitting there for hours. Staring at each other from across the room. At first they had spend their time searching for an exit any exit. Then they had cursed and insulted each other until they were hoarse now they just sat and stared.

They sat upon a hill and watch the coming mass of humanity. But this was humanity without the veneer, this was humanity as it was- automatron. The group watched with open eyes as they saw their stance for what it was. Pro-life was pro-abomination. The creatures coming to crush them under their bulk produced without thought or emotion. They opened their legs as soon as they slid from their mothers slimy and gross. And from them came more and so forth and so on. There were too many and yet they were not done coming. Their numbers surged up the hill and begin to hem in and crush the congregation atop it. As the Pro-lifers struggled to breath under the heaving mass of flesh hands reached through to pull them up.

Opening their eyes they beheld monsters shaped like men but burned beyond recognition. "I see so you need our help now. But as you so easily dimissed us, why should we care about you now? " Hands shot up from the disease below them grabbing ankles and legs, pulling them down.
"Please', the spokeman pleaded, " please, save us. We were wrong for what we did, but please." As the tugging increased the pleads of the group intensified. "Oh, I am sorry folks, but the Damned have no right to pray." And the dead let them go. They sat upon a hill and watched the coming mass of humanity.

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Thankyou fellow strangelings for posting. But I crave attention so... Bump!