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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 31, 2010 23:59:05 GMT -4
Suddenly the face disappeared and the white noise grew brighter..then you noticed that it was spilling out of the screen, as if it were water.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 1, 2010 0:07:12 GMT -4
His eyes widened in surprise, trying frantically to pull himself out of the chair now, though as the odd substance got closer, he tried to pull his feet up off the floor instead "Wh-what the hell?!?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 1, 2010 1:14:59 GMT -4
Two arms made of the substance reached out of the puddle on the floor and grabbed you but the ankles.
"You have made your choice..." said the voice, sounding far more...dark.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 1, 2010 1:17:59 GMT -4
Gasping, he kicked wildly at the substance, trying to pull free "I... wait a minute, look... I... I'll leave the TV, ok, just make it let go!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 1, 2010 18:18:36 GMT -4
"Too late for that..." it said as it began to pull you toward the screen.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 1, 2010 18:26:50 GMT -4
He claws frantically at the chair, the floor, knocking the remote against the wall as he flails in a panic, trying to grab onto anything to keep him from being pulled in.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 1, 2010 18:35:13 GMT -4
Nothing seemed to work as it continued to pull you in, and now you were waist-deep in a TV.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 1, 2010 18:44:35 GMT -4
Unable to even see his legs anymore, he kicks wildly with them, his hands gripping the edge of the TV stand for dear life, though he still feels himself being drawn in slowly "Dammit... l-let... let me go!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2010 5:44:42 GMT -4
and with one last giant pull, you entered the portal that was the television screen, and in a flash of light, you found yourself sitting in what seemed to be a vast room, seemingly endless with no window or door, colored bright white.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 2, 2010 8:32:38 GMT -4
He gets to his feet, looking around in disbelief at first, taking a moment to find something to say "What in the world.... hey... hello?!? Is anyone here?!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2010 8:42:41 GMT -4
"Oh yes" said a tall thin old man. "Welcome to my TV. I usually invite guests in before I do that, but in your case, I decided to forgo that nicety."
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Post by Matthew on Feb 2, 2010 14:43:05 GMT -4
He gasps at the voice, spinning to face the old man "Welcome to your.... look, I don't know what this place is, but... just because I was trying to take that thing doesn't give you the right to stick me.. wherever this is..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2010 15:14:50 GMT -4
"Oh but it does. The Mansion gives people what they deserve...if they are good, they get good...if they aren't...well..." He smiled.
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Post by Matthew on Feb 2, 2010 16:10:35 GMT -4
He glares at the old man, glancing around nervously "Hey, look, I... I just do what I gotta, I... said I'd leave the TV, ok?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2010 16:36:06 GMT -4
"You chose the channel..." he said as suddenly a flash happened, and you were lying on a beach on a tropical island...
"Stay tuned my friend...enjoy the show"
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