Post by YUMII on Jul 23, 2010 18:28:38 GMT -5
"What, you think I want this?
I didn't choose to be a freak.
You shouldn't laugh. I'm only a replica of you in the future."
What? Where am I? Who are you?
You've woken up in a room with little more space than a box, with someone sitting in front of you on a crate. They look different from you - a lot taller, maybe beautiful, prehaps even got some horns on their head, wings on thier back, a halo over their head. Looks like a christian angel, a fallen angel, maybe?
You'd better have an explination.
Welcome to the series of islands known as Carldenburg. Not reconise the name? That's good, you're going to live through this. So small, they're not reconisable on any maps, Carldenburg is known to The Masters, the people that run it, as 'Soliditary Confinement'. The people that live on the islands however, they call it 'The Freak's Asylum'. And this is where you're going to spend the rest of your life. Lucky you.
You got taken here, imported from where-ever you used to live. Imported? Makes you seem like an animal at a zoo. That's what they see you as. Why? Because now you're one of them. You're changing. You can feel it. You're one of the following, werewolf, vampire (you'd have gotten imported during the two days of changing), faerie, demon, angel, or fallen angel. Well done. You're never going to see your family again, and there's no point in trying. They've forgotten you. Been mindwiped.
"Sir? There's a problem."
That's true, there is a problem with Carldenburg. Some humans accidentially got imported. They tried to send them back, but the freak's, the animals, as they're viewed as, got sent there instead. Everything's changing now. They can't locate them, and therefore, can't bring them back. They're lose with humans. Who knows what's going to happen?
"What are you going to do about it?
Try to escape? Listen, kid, here,
YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FATE."
I didn't choose to be a freak.
You shouldn't laugh. I'm only a replica of you in the future."
What? Where am I? Who are you?
You've woken up in a room with little more space than a box, with someone sitting in front of you on a crate. They look different from you - a lot taller, maybe beautiful, prehaps even got some horns on their head, wings on thier back, a halo over their head. Looks like a christian angel, a fallen angel, maybe?
You'd better have an explination.
Welcome to the series of islands known as Carldenburg. Not reconise the name? That's good, you're going to live through this. So small, they're not reconisable on any maps, Carldenburg is known to The Masters, the people that run it, as 'Soliditary Confinement'. The people that live on the islands however, they call it 'The Freak's Asylum'. And this is where you're going to spend the rest of your life. Lucky you.
You got taken here, imported from where-ever you used to live. Imported? Makes you seem like an animal at a zoo. That's what they see you as. Why? Because now you're one of them. You're changing. You can feel it. You're one of the following, werewolf, vampire (you'd have gotten imported during the two days of changing), faerie, demon, angel, or fallen angel. Well done. You're never going to see your family again, and there's no point in trying. They've forgotten you. Been mindwiped.
"Sir? There's a problem."
That's true, there is a problem with Carldenburg. Some humans accidentially got imported. They tried to send them back, but the freak's, the animals, as they're viewed as, got sent there instead. Everything's changing now. They can't locate them, and therefore, can't bring them back. They're lose with humans. Who knows what's going to happen?
"What are you going to do about it?
Try to escape? Listen, kid, here,
YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FATE."