~ This little monster grew out of my TSW-AO crossover invite thread, and I felt it warranted it's own thread for entertainment. Also, though I know we're not really RP oriented, I kinda miss the Crossroads Tavern rp thread from Warcraft, and found a perfect excuse to make something similar that fit in to GSP~
<A golden light blinds you accompanied by the faint buzzing of bees. As your vision returns, you find yourself in a forest not far from a lonely, country road. The sun is has almost completely set, and you can hear muffled sounds in the distance.
Someone takes off down the road towards the sound. You try to shout to get their attention, many questions racing through your mind, but your throat catches and they're already too far away. Something is not right; several somethings are not right, but you want answers so you race to catch up.
As you get closer, the sounds come in to focus and you can see lights up ahead in the trees just off the road. You hear music and fireworks, and silhouetted against the lights you see people moving towards what must be a party. Nearby, you see someone and begin to shout "Hey! What's.." but your throat catches again. As the person turns towards you, that feeling of wrongness returns as light shines on dead eyes.
Not a person, not anymore. The thing moves towards you and then there's the loud bark of a gun. It jerks to the side and collapses into the dirt as a grim man who looked like a cowboy shoulders a rifle. "You're late. C'mon, the party's just getting good."
His voice is like gravel, and he doesn't stay for pleasantries. Already he's walking towards the light and music. Your gaze shifts from his back to the lump on the ground. You can only stare in horror as your heart pounds in your chest. What is going on here?! Over his shoulder the cowboy says "You'd better hurry, there's more where that came from."It takes little effort to make your legs move with those words and you hurry to catch up.
A venue in the woods. Music blaring from generator-powered speakers. People dancing around several bonfires, many of them armed. Shadows writhe at the edge of firelight and some break off, daring to enter the clearing. Sparse gunshots ring out and some of the shadows drop. A person comes running in with several of the dead things chasing him. His face is alight with mischief as he does a baseball slide at the feet of a group of people who are waiting with guns drawn. They open fire with shotguns, pistols, machine guns. The things drop, the people laugh merrily.
This place is mad. These people are crazy.
You look back, but there is only darkness and you begin to wonder what you've gotten in to. Someone wearing shades despite the darkness and wearing a shirt with 'Here there be monsters' sprayed onto it hands you a can. "Welcome to the party. You're going to love it here." >