text: [Themes: horror, zombie, RPG]
  
  "Wa-what do you mean?" The man asks with a slight stutter. "Everything is fine here. Say you look n-new around here." The man continued. He wore business clothing and carried a briefcase, his hair was slicked back, but you knew something was wrong. These types of guys were either arrogant or busy and this one looked neither.
  
  "You should go to the H-hotel." The man said. He leaned in closely and whispers in your ear. "Leave now, before it is too late..." The man laughs nervously as he pulls away and walks on his merry way. Do you...
  
  > go to the Hotel.
  As you enter the Nice hotel your nostrils are assaulted with more flowery smells, you begin to feel sick of this intense flowery Perfume parade, but trudge up to the counter. A woman sits there, sitting straight up in a high back chair and seems to be staring at the Entrance. A small bell is on the desk in front of her. Even as people enter the Hotel she does not seem to notice, just constantly staring into nothingness.
  
  You are tempted to smack her to gain her attention but you hold back. Instead you...
  
  > ring the small bell
  As soon as the Ting of the bell sounds the woman snaps to life. "Ah yes, you would like a room that would be 20 Dollars a night." She said quickly. It sounded almost like a recording the way she said it. You look at her eyes and see a sort of hollowness, as if only the body were alive but not the soul. You get out twenty dollars from your pocket and hand it to her. She takes the money and gives you a key. "Room 29." She said simply before slipping back to her constant stare at the entrance.
  
  You make your way to your room and open the door to a nicely furnished room, luckily for you there are no flowers in here to sicken the air with their powerful aroma. You quickly close the door and get settled in.
  
  It is getting dark outside and you turn on a few lights. As you sit on the comfy bed you...
  
  > read the Letter you received a few months earlier
  As soon as the Ting of the bell sounds the woman snaps to life. "Ah yes, you would like a room that would be 20 Dollars a night." She said quickly. It sounded almost like a recording the way she said it. You look at her eyes and see a sort of hollowness, as if only the body were alive but not the soul. You get out twenty dollars from your pocket and hand it to her. She takes the money and gives you a key. "Room 29." She said simply before slipping back to her constant stare at the entrance.
  
  You make your way to your room and open the door to a nicely furnished room, luckily for you there are no flowers in here to sicken the air with their powerful aroma. You quickly close the door and get settled in.
  
  It is getting dark outside and you turn on a few lights. As you sit on the comfy bed you...
  
  Get out the note and decide to read it over...
  
  Greetings from Flowerfield.
  
  I invite you to a wonderful time at Flowerfield town, one of the most happiest places in the world! If you've had enough of smoky and smog filled city life come to Flowerfield where every breath is a breath of fresh air. We hope you will accept this invitation, Scarbearer and visit our lovely town! Maybe those scars on your back may heal in our pleasant little town!
  
  Mr. Mikael Racova
  
  You purse your lips as you read this. Who was this Mr. Mikael, and how did he know you had those scars on your back?
  
  > go to sleep...
  You turn off the light and your eyes close almost immediately, shortly after you drift and fall asleep...
  
  Ahahahahhaaha....Laughing, hideous laughing, assaults your ears. You know you are dreaming, but you can't wake. A light appears, a flash of red... You are running through a dark alley, pursuing a small running figure. You run on all fours and feel great. Energy and Adrenaline is pumping in your veins. You gouge deep grooves in the ground with your claws....'wait claws?' you think to yourself, but shrug it off as your quarry draws nearer to you. You swipe at it, tearing open its back with your claws. You set upon your prey, tearing it limb from limb. You throw the corpse against the wall as you finish and then your blood runs cold. You look at the face of the corpse and realize......its you......
  
  You wake with a jolt and come face to face with a giant mouthful of fangs, dripping blood and gore. You blink in fright and it disappears. 'Jus-just a trick of the mind....from the nightmare.' you try to reason with yourself as you look around your room, not moving from the bed.
  
  > finally get up out of bed...
  After reassuring yourself that what you had seen had just been a twist of your imagination and nightmare. You get up from your soft bed and pace around your room. Everything seemed dark but as you turned toward your bed you noticed a clock. It read 8:00 AM.
  
  To the far side of the room is a window and to your left is a door You...
  
  > look out the window.
  After reassuring yourself that what you had seen had just been a twist of your imagination and nightmare. You get up from your soft bed and pace around your room. Everything seemed dark but as you turned toward your bed you noticed a clock. It read 8:00 AM.
  
  To the far side of the room is a window and to your left is a door You...
  
  Look out the window. The streets seem deserted and the sky while clear is dark. You see the sun hovering high in the sky but it doesn't seem to be giving off any light. A dark red fog seems to creep through the streets, even though you can still see outside it seems as the edges of your vision have started to turn red. The flowers seem cold and lifeless and faded of all color. You...
  
  > open the window.
  You gingerly open the window but nevertheless it makes a creaking noise as you slide it open. The air seems stale and has a coppery smell to it and you notice the small balcony by the window, strange it seems to have a balcony here when the only way through it is via this window... You think you hear a faint scrape against the top of the roof just above your window but dismiss it as fantasy. You aren't sure if this coppery smelling fog is better or worse then the flowery parade of scents. As you hover by the window you believe you hear that noise again and look up. You see nothing but more of the lifeless flowers. Before they had been so full of life and vibrant colors now they all looked grey and dead.
  
  You pull your head back into your room, closing the window before deciding to...
  
  > open the window and climb onto the balcony to get a better look outside.
  As you open the window again you hear that faint scraping noise but dismiss it for a third time, you fool. You climb up onto the Balcony and the air seems to become more coppery smelling. The Dark red fog closes in around you in a sort of bubble and a chill grips your spine. You hear moaning and groaning and a constant female scream. You turn around and look at the roof and perched there is a nightmarish creature.
  
  It stands 8 feet tall, and looks in all forms like a skinned werewolf. Glistening red flesh with what looks to be black blood oozing from the muscles and tendons drip to the ground, while red blood seems to spread outwards from its feet. You look at its face and see hollow eye sockets with a faint reddish glow about them. Gore and flesh and red blood drip from the great fangs of this skinned werewolf.
  
  You gulp as it springs on top of you. As it pins you to the ground you think to yourself 'this is going to hurt...' then it mauls you. You live through every second as it rips you to shreds, your organs are spread out across the balcony, your skin flayed from your body, and your head rolling off the balcony to smash on the pavement below. You have been claimed, by the curse, of the De'meir...Perhaps there was a better way...