conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chainsaw Hobbit: A Stand Against Evil   
  
  Your body is full of pain and your head in throbbing violently. You are lying in a prone position, you realise, with something below you that is in different places hard, soft, and stick. The smell of blood and sulphur is thick in the air.
  
  Your force your eyes to open. At first, you are greeted by a blur of darkness punctured only be a few painfully bright lights of an indeterminate nature. As your eyes adjust, you see that you are in a place that is dark, vast, and lit dimly by specks of light that hang in the air like spectral lanterns, bobbing slowly up and down.
  
  As you struggle to your numb, aching feet, you see that the ground below you is a mass of fresh corpses, all mutilated in different ways. Your ears ring from the silence. All around you, other shapes rise up from the ground. They look as pained and disoriented as you feel.
  
     
   
   Spoiler 
  The OOC thread can be found   here  .
  
  Also, you all considered sickened until further notice.
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Starbuck_II: Poler felt very disoriented and sick. This was the wirst hangover he's ever had, he joked to himself.
   Hello, who are you people...? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lord Hakura: Uhhg, my head... 
  Matthias stands, wobbling slightly as he does so.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: razorback: Spoiler 
  That's weird, I'm I posted the other day...
   
  
  
  The dim roar begins to subside as Ling starts to come to his senses.  He opens his eyes, and quickly closes them, the pain searing straight into his brain.  After a time, he rolls on his belly, trying to push himself up.  His hand slides on something sticky and wet, his face landing in the same wet mess.  He slowly opens his eyes and realizes that it is a bit of hand his face is sitting on... a woman's hand.  Standing up, and almost regretting it, he looks around at the carnage around him.  Bit of bodies litter the landscape everywhere he looks.  He realized him must look like some crazed madman covered in blood and gore.  Ling stands there, flabbergasted, as his senses try to make sense of what lies around him.
  That's when he hears a voice call out a short distance away
  
   Hello, who are you people...? 
  
   I am Ling  he says in a croak as he hobbles towards the voice.   What happened?  How did we end up here?  hoping the nightmare landscape would receed but realizing it wasn't going to.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: razorback: Ling looks around, wondering if he just imagined the voices
  
   Hello? 