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discedo_logs2008-08-16 08:13 pm
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[ACTIVE - CLOSED]
Who: Eileen Galvin, Walter Sullivan, Zelda
Where: Basement of Latimir St. Apartments
When: August 18th, towards the evening.
Rating: R, for Silent Hill
Summary: MOTHER REBORN. RECEIVER OF WISDOM. The finale takes place. Walk through my kingdom and approach my stage. Here is our setting. Here is our end.
the log:
The interior is much larger than it should be for the basement. Enormous, really; wide and circular, with apparently what appears to be a giant meat grinder in the middle of it all. The walls are strewn in appropriate decor, of what seem to be flesh-like cords.
Echoing in the room is a half-groan of a man, and a sob of a boy. The screams of newborns.
Walter, however.
He's simply there, sitting in a wheelchair, turning the old shabby doll in his bloodied hands, looking it over. There's the torment inside of him; the him that isn't him fighting the him that is him. The humanity twisting against the devil inside.
Emotions revolt against this. He never wanted death.
Logically, he always wanted this. People deserved pain. Humans are hideous.
But he has friends. He has people. He has never had these things. He's never been loved or cared for. No one has ever wanted to save him before. No one has ever been kind, except for Ms. Galvin. Conflicted. Confused. What to do.
Call Mother the thing that isn't him whispers inside, shuddering like a chill.
Kill her, his tormented child demands.
Stop this he woes.
Time to finish.
Walter closes his eyes, and quietly calls for Zelda and Eileen.
Where: Basement of Latimir St. Apartments
When: August 18th, towards the evening.
Rating: R, for Silent Hill
Summary: MOTHER REBORN. RECEIVER OF WISDOM. The finale takes place. Walk through my kingdom and approach my stage. Here is our setting. Here is our end.
the log:
The interior is much larger than it should be for the basement. Enormous, really; wide and circular, with apparently what appears to be a giant meat grinder in the middle of it all. The walls are strewn in appropriate decor, of what seem to be flesh-like cords.
Echoing in the room is a half-groan of a man, and a sob of a boy. The screams of newborns.
Walter, however.
He's simply there, sitting in a wheelchair, turning the old shabby doll in his bloodied hands, looking it over. There's the torment inside of him; the him that isn't him fighting the him that is him. The humanity twisting against the devil inside.
Emotions revolt against this. He never wanted death.
Logically, he always wanted this. People deserved pain. Humans are hideous.
But he has friends. He has people. He has never had these things. He's never been loved or cared for. No one has ever wanted to save him before. No one has ever been kind, except for Ms. Galvin. Conflicted. Confused. What to do.
Call Mother the thing that isn't him whispers inside, shuddering like a chill.
Kill her, his tormented child demands.
Time to finish.
Walter closes his eyes, and quietly calls for Zelda and Eileen.