Fragile glass, in which I break,
The hope of your heart, I take and take,
That in which you call love, I convert into hate
Every breath you draw, will shake and shake,
Until you no longer recognize what is real or fake.

The scars of your skin, I introduce as open wounds,
Reason will become pale, just as the light of a settling moon.
Through the present, I will bring the past
And your present will become your doom,
Conflict conflict conflict,
Is what I inflict, onto you.

I will cause your spirit to at first falter,
You will be greeted with what you call pain,
Pain that you've felt once before,
And now again, it will rain.
Suffering, denile. Despair,...I will bring.


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Plot/The Beginning:
You wake up in a isolated area, a room of a sort, surrounded by a bone chilling fog. You have no memories of who you are, or where you are. The silence of said area will last a full five minutes before the foundation beneath your feet will become very warm, but not quite hot. Seconds later, you will experience a sharp pain within your head unlike any form of headache you ever have come to know and with it, a name. Your name. Shortly after this, it will feel as if the entire space that you occupy has heated. You will realize undoubtedly that it would be your body temperature rising in actuality. Through the silence, a twisted and broken melody will meet your ears before your body ignites with excruciating pain. Your skull will feel as if it has began to shatter. Your skin will feel as if it were set ablaze. But small pieces of who you are will come to you. This pain will continue until you almost reach a state of unconsciousness before it ceases. And then you will be regreeted with a softer sound, and the pain will numb itself. Before your eyes, one of the walls will open like a gate to reveal what would seem to be the trees of Fall. The ground will be littered with colorless dead leaves. Outside the walls of your room, you will find a bag with a few of your belongings and close possessions along with a note with the words "GET TO THE EDGE" written on it in a large dismal font. Ahead of you is a path of dirt and greyish dying grass that will lead you to an open area where others like yourself will surely be...But as you walk this path, it will surely become nonexistent behind your footsteps.
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**RULES**

1. No god modding: I would prefer a person's character to not be invincible and or untouchable. It makes things rather bland.

2. Cooperation: I enjoy building a good and interesting story with people, and from experience I can say that no one likes to be left hanging. SO, to prevent that, cooperation is always needed. Discussions involving with certain parts of the plot will be included.

3. Character Death: Death is something to be expected of course. You don't go to a horror movie and expect no one to die do you? Further more, its an everyday thing, so I'd advise having more than one character to commit to plot. And no, no one may kill off anyone else's character without permission or discussion first.

4. Content: For progression's sake, I don't exactly encourage one sentence, or "one liners" unless it's absolutely, positively inevitable because I...write alot. So atleast three sentences minimum.
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