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Created on 2014-08-22 10:41:58 (#2306241), last updated 2014-08-23 (600 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Terminus Mods |
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The thing people always say about death is that they see a blinding white light. A tunnel of it, inviting, warm… blinding. If you could move, you may just move towards it, as if you were waking from a dream. The problem is, you know you are very much alive. You feel the blood beating in your ears, your lungs screaming for air. You thrash, opening your mouth to breathe air, but nothing reaches you. But that feeling lasts only a moment. The light vanishes, leaving nothing in it’s wake. In the pitch black darkness, you can’t tell anything: which way is up or down, if there is anything beneath your feet or if you are suspended in air. The darkness seems to stretch on for an eternity, and with no stimulus, you can’t tell how much time has passed. A few seconds, a few hours, a year? Your mind screams out for something to look at, to feel, your heart races, but the darkness holds no answers for you. Yet, after an eternity, and without blinking, suddenly there is a woman standing there before you, hair and eyes as black as the void around you. “You have been brought here against your will. Your presence will not be welcomed.” You may open your voice to speak, but your voice and body is suddenly apart from you. Her mouth does not move as she speaks. “Find those like you and form a union.” She moves without moving. One moment close, the next far. You assume it must be you, not her, because her body remains as still as the grave. Her eyes never leave yours, but you can’t look away. “I am what the living calls Death, and this city has been plagued.” Her hair falls in front of her face, and she fades back into the black, voice lowering to a whisper. You struggle to move towards her, to listen closer, fighting against the nothingness around you, but it is hopeless. “Find the source of this curse if you wish to return home. They are here. They will not stop--” You jerk awake on the cold ground of a town that is not familiar to you, gasping for breath. Passers by whisper and clutch each other, glaring at you with anger and disgust. A man spits at you as you push yourself to your feet, looking around at the people around you for answers. “God must be punishing us,” an old woman despairs, folding her hands in prayer. “Goddamn light is at it again,” curses an older gentleman, shuffling his children away from you, “Get out of here!” If you approach others for help, most of them shove you off, or ignore your pleas. The only choice then, seems to be to heed death’s advice: find other’s like you. Survive, and seek out your answers. Terminus is a panfandom, psychological horror game with elements of survival. It's a nonlinear plot-driven story that's focused and directed by character related actions. Your character will be challenged psychologically on the perception of themselves and those around them. It's their job to uncover the secrets of this city and bring the truth to light, and stop the evil that lurks in the shadows. | ||||||||
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