<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/08c4f84344936f40589c900592af1870.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Charlie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Subway tunnel<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>First, Charlie was going to a wedding - his wedding - but now? Now he was nowhere. Standing with nothing on but a long-sleeve cobalt gray shirt on, dick out and rock hard, shivering soaked wet. Quickly, he tore off his drenched sheer shirt to barely conceal his bulging crotch. His round ass was much more exposed but he was not worried about it. His ashen diamond eyes glanced at his brazen nudity with shock, especially being in some unrecognizable subway tunnel. Though he was sure no one was around and there were no car in sight, there were ghouls, a startling amount of them, at the corner of his eyes, sometimes passing in front of him leaving a trail of mist or smoke. For something faceless, they gave off a lecherous vibe. This made Charlie hold his naked body more.<br/><br/><strong>Writing began to appear on the walls of the tunnel dictating the rules of the game.</strong><br/><em> Welcome to Limbo.</em><br/><br/>Shocking, provocative words jumped at him like: "six of your total"; "get them to submit sexually"; "force them to finish"; "cumming without being penetrated"; "items that can help"; "losing three times"; "the spirits"; "simply there to watch". His mouth dropped to feign some naive horror, letting out a weak whimper, but his body screamed at this newfound permission and sexual conquest and wanted every savage part in it. After all, he was dead. And he could live. His whimper turned into a lustful moan. It's better to dominate than be dominated, was his reasoning.<br/><br/><em>Have fun. And remember, Charlie. Aside from what we listed, there are no rules.</em><br/><br/>Charlie still clung to the modesty of his old life, hiding his crotch with the useless shirt, as he ran lightly on barefoot. He looked up the stairs that led out to the city. More ghouls there, anticipating his every move. Ogling his chiseled flesh. The gray overcast sky was creepy enough so he dared not surface out in the open just yet. The rules said something about items. He wanted his hands on one first, on anything that gave him an advantage.<br/><br/>His only other way out was a flickering tunnel.<br/><br/>This was a good sneaky way to get around. Underneath this godforsaken "city". Charlie was sure of it.<br/><br/>He hopped down from the platform, often checking over his shoulder. No oncoming trains. Just overcrowding of ghostly silhouettes. He looked forward, hoping he wasn't molested in the dark, and ran faster towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe something useful was there, maybe even better, a reasonable man who can explain everything. Maybe...<br/>