theodeon | Test Drive Meme #1

A Choice to Make

In the midst of your mundane existence, amidst a meal's consumption or perhaps amidst a desperate struggle for survival, you find yourself teetering on the precipice between consciousness and oblivion. Whether it's the mundanity of everyday life or the shock of an unforeseen revelation, the next chapter in your tale is etched in the unfathomable tapestry of destiny. Abruptly, a shimmering azure tear in reality wrenches you from your reality, hurling you into the depths of a foreboding cavern. Within its shadows, two sinister whispers assail your senses, each vying for control over the path you must tread. One beckons from the left, promising dominion and power under the aegis of an enigmatic ruler, while the other lures from the right, pledging a noble crusade for justice and salvation. With each step, the choice you make echoes with the weight of eternity, determining the very fabric of your existence

As you stand at the crossroads of fate, the air thickens with anticipation, suffused with a palpable sense of ominous uncertainty. The leftward passage glimmers with an otherworldly allure, hinting at the seductive allure of authority and supremacy. Yet, the rightward path beckons with an ethereal glow, resonating with the righteous fervor of a hero's quest to vanquish darkness. Each voice, a siren's call to divergent destinies, casts its spell upon your soul, weaving a labyrinth of moral ambiguity. For in this twilight realm where the veil between worlds grows thin, your decision is not merely a choice but a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whichever path you elect to traverse, know that the consequences shall echo through eternity, shaping the very essence of your being in ways unfathomable to mortal minds.

Evil

Emerging from the left tunnel, you step into a labyrinthine city carved from the very bones of the earth, illuminated by flickering torchlight that casts eerie shadows upon the twisted visages of its denizens. Monsters, grotesque and malformed, roam the streets with a purpose that sends shivers down your spine. It becomes chillingly apparent that within this infernal metropolis, your destiny lies entwined with a bid for power at the side of a shadowy sovereign. Amidst the clamor of preparation, the temple to the enigmatic entity known as the First Evil looms ominously, its dark allure drawing in supplicants like moths to a flame. Should your throat grow parched from the fervent chants of devotion, the Cantina offers solace in its crude embrace, a sanctuary that exudes an aura of ancient malevolence amidst its clay and stone walls.

Yet, amidst the sinister ambiance, whispers of knowledge beckon, promising insight into the machinations of this unholy realm. Seekers of truth may find guidance from well-intentioned demons or delve into the esoteric depths of the Stacks, where secrets lie entombed within dusty tomes of forgotten lore. As curiosity compels you to explore further, the Bringers, sinister heralds of the impending darkness, stand ready to lead you to your abode, a cold stone sanctuary where dreams are haunted by the specter of impending conflict. And for those who prefer the solace of steel and the embrace of weaponry, the armory awaits, a chamber resonant with the echoes of impending strife, offering a grim reminder that in this realm, even sleep is fraught with the specter of violence.

2. Good

Venturing through the right-hand tunnel was a pact, a commitment to a harrowing struggle that now unfolds before you. Emerging into the realm beyond, you are met by a spectral figure, a girl whose countenance shifts with each passing moment, a testament to the legion of vampire slayers that populate this accursed domain. She, like her brethren, is both warrior and guide, leading you through the labyrinthine streets with a cryptic explanation that betrays the gravity of the task ahead. Together, you traverse the shadowed avenues, passing landmarks cloaked in enigma, such as The Odeon, a den of debauchery where the echoes of revelry mingle with the cries of the damned. With a sardonic grin, she points towards the gym, a crucible where the art of combat is honed amidst the backdrop of impending doom.

As you journey further into the heart of darkness, the Resurrection Cemetery looms ominously, a sepulchral sentinel guarding the threshold of a towering edifice—the colossal teaching hospital that casts a pall of dread over the surrounding streets. Amidst a labyrinth of silence and apprehension, you arrive at your destination, standing before the facade of the Doubletree Hotel, its ostentatious glamour a stark juxtaposition against the encroaching shadows of desolation. Yet, even as the hotel's opulence beckons, a lingering sense of foreboding whispers tales of recent upheaval, hinting at secrets buried beneath layers of opulent facade.

A Grave to Dig – Resurrection Cemetery

Patrol, it's the nightly routine for slayers, a dance with darkness amidst the tombstones, where the soulless minions of evil lurk in the shadows, ever loyal to the malevolent machinations of The First Evil. A cemetery of this magnitude, its layout intricate and labyrinthine, serves as the perfect battleground for the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. But it is patrol, right? Surely you're not taking a detour to The Odeon without your trusty stake and crossbow. Strange choices in these perilous times, indeed.

This graveyard pulses with the heartbeat of vampiric activity tonight, more undead rising from their graves than ever before. Will you recruit them into the fold of darkness, their loyalty pledged to The First? Or will you stand as their nemesis, driving a stake through their unbeating hearts? The choice looms before you, a decision that could tip the scales of this eternal conflict, determining whether you become their savior or their midnight snack.

A Party to Crash – The Odeon

Amidst the haunting melodies of an otherworldly band, The Odeon pulsates with the feverish energy of revelers seeking solace in food, drink, and a hell of a time. At the jumpstart of the bash, there’s no doubt you'll get to soak up some of that vibe. But lurking amidst the revelry, there's more than just party plans brewing.

If you've been getting those Slayer senses tinglin' 'bout the graveyard gig, hold onto your stakes 'cause The Odeon's gonna be jumpin' too. Within the shadowed halls of The Odeon, a palpable tension lingers, as The First Evil's malevolent design looms ominously over the unsuspecting patrons. In this twilight realm where the line between good and evil blurs, the clash between opposing forces is inevitable, and it's here, amidst the haunting melodies and whispered secrets, that the true test of one's training and arcane talents shall unfold.

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"Absolutely no idea," Jack answers, looking a little bit like all the noise and crowding in the nightclub is giving him a headache, but he's sticking it out gamely for the moment, perched on a nearby barstool. "Someone local I think? Definitely a cover band, though. I recognized two songs earlier."

"They don't suck." Ash says with a smirk. His eyes drift from the band to the stranger at his side. Shifting on the stool he turns so he can better see who spoke to him. If he doesn't know who the band is maybe he is also new here, he thinks. Or this just isn't his scene. "Come here often?"

Bit of both, frankly, but Jack is giving it his best shot. Finding out what this little city is about seems important for potentially protecting it. "This is my first time here," he admits. "I am, er, new in town. Just moved, still exploring. This seemed like a very popular place."

Ashley can't help but to snort out a laugh. "Popular or just not as creepy as some of the other places?" Walking around he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that something was very strange about this place. "I'm Ash. Also new to town. Staying at the hotel."

"I'm not sure if this qualifies as not as creepy as the hotel," Jack admits with a sheepish sort of grin. "Which is where I'm at, too." He look around, then adds, "Not as creepy as the graveyard, though, I will give it that."

"That cemetery has bad vibes, man." He shakes his head with a laugh. "But, I was waiting for those twins from the Shining to pop up behind the front desk of the hotel. I'm still a little worried that I died."

"No, I do not think we died," Jack says, shaking his head a little. "Ghosts do not interact with the world the same way. I did meet a ghost at the hotel, though."

He pauses. "What is the Shining?" Look, he knows some pop culture references from some cultures, but he missed that particular one.

"How do ghosts interact with the world?" The way he said that gave him the impression that ghosts weren't new or shocking. That he had experience. "No shit? At the hotel?"

Ash smirks. "Stephen King book turned movie. There is a creepy pair of twins."

"Oh, I do know Steven King. Horror writer mostly, no?" He doesn't really enjoy horror. He has enough of that in his real life. "Anyway, ghosts mostly cannot be seen by people, only sometimes, if the person is supernatural somehow or the ghost is really upset or really close to them? And they cannot touch things most of the time. Again, unless it's important to them or they're upset. That is how you get-- you get-- poltrygeists, yes?" That's the word in English, he's pretty sure.

He is not quite right, sadly.

"Yep, that's the guy. Never actually read any of his books though." Being a horror movie monster himself he finds horror movies and shows funny. The stuff they get right and wrong. It's comical most of the time. "So they have to be really pissed to be seen or touch the world? They are just trapped here?"

Yeah, Jack doesn't find it as funny, unfortunately. More like wearying. He considers the question about ghosts. "Upset is not always angry. I suppose any other strong emotion would do it, though," he muses. "I have only met a few ghosts, and most of them were very angry or very sad at the time. Except the one in the hotel. She was quite nice. We joked about tea and offering the forces of evil therapy."

"Good point." Upset could be a lot of things. He agreed with that. Anger is just the first thing he thinks. He would be pissed if he were a ghost. Stuck and unable to really affect the world. "The forces of evil could use therapy. Think we could round up a therapist?"

"We are in Cleveland, supposedly," Jack says. "I don't see why we couldn't find a therapist. I was mostly just thinking about trying to be a good listener, myself, but someone trained at it would probably be better," he muses. "Mostly I was trying to think of how I could protect anyone when I can't really fight."

"Don't need to fight to be useful. You know your way around ghosts. How did you come by that knowledge?" Ash thinks intelligence is just as important as brawn, even in a fight. The right preparation and research ahead of time could tip the scales in a fight that wasn't evenly matched.

"I tend to, er, follow a lot of rumors about supernatural things," Jack admits, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the door, meaning the general outside world. "A lot of them turn out to be nothing, or just something normal, but sometimes it is something else. Sometimes I can help. Sometimes not, but I cannot know that until I find out what the problem is."

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have another werewolf, friend

i will collect all of the puppies

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so sorry for the delay!!

no worries! i was out of town this weekend anyway. :)

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