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| NO ITEMS FOX ONLY FINAL DESTINATION; A novel of the critically acclaimed game | |
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| Trippy Skippin Tomato | Mar 17 2008, 09:47 AM Post #1 |
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TOTALLY SEXY GAMER DEMON GOLFER
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I don’t know where I am. My eyes refuse to open right away, as if I’m first waking up from a long sleep. I can tell that I’m lying flat on my back, and the surface behind me is hard and perfectly flat. I can’t smell anything, but as I breathe in I can taste the faintest touch of…purple? Is that strange, to taste a color? It doesn’t taste like anything else I’ve ever tasted before, and purple is really the only way I know to put it into words. My hands and arms can move, although I feel too weak at first to sit up. I grope around on the floor around me, it feels metallic or possibly like a smooth stone. Marble, maybe? I can’t really tell. I’m waking up more fully now. My eyes are feeling less heavy, and I decide to risk opening them. I open them slowly, in case the room I’m in is too bright or something. Mother always said to be careful about my eyes; I haven’t got the best eyesight in the world. At first glance, everything is fuzzy, and the first thing I notice is that…everything is purple. Sort of a neon, gaudy, glowing purple. I see black too. Purple and black, what a sight to wake up to. As my eyes adjust to the light more fully, I manage to prop myself up on one elbow to look around. “Where the hell am I?” I wonder aloud as I begin to really take in my surroundings. No wonder the air tastes like a color; I’m completely surrounded by it! I appear to be on some kind of mountain top, except the entire surface is perfectly flat and the most sickeningly saccharine shade of violet man may ever have conceived. I’ve never seen such a nauseating color in my entire life. I also notice that the sky is pitch black. It’s not night time, because there would be stars out. And it’s certainly not a roof of any kind, it’s far too hollow. I shout into the blackness, and hear no echoes; my voice is completely swallowed by the darkness. This is really, really creepy. I can feel the strength quickly returning to my body, and I begin to get to my feet. I feel around myself to make sure I’m all right. Nose, mouth, eyes, ears, all ten fingers all accounted for. I’m wearing a pair of stiff denim overalls and a bright red shirt; I don’t remember owning these clothes but whatever. At least I’ve got them. I more fully take in my surroundings. The surface I’m on is long and rectangular. I’m no architect, but I’d guess it’s about 30 feet long and maybe 10 feet wide. I walk over to the edge to see to possibly getting out from this horribly tacky place. I almost immediately collapse on my ass as I look over the edge. There’s maybe 10 feet to the bottom of the platform, but after that, there’s nothing but spiraling darkness. A piercing ebony emptiness that eats away at the mind. If you can imagine the deepest, darkest hole you’ve ever seen in your life, and multiply that times a billion, you still wouldn’t really have any idea of what I saw looking down that chasm. I believe that I looked very briefly at infinity. Trying to push the thought of that horrible sight out of my mind, and finding the logical fallacy of a floating platform easy to dismiss as some kind of prank or trick, I notice that I am not particularly hungry. I’m always hungry when I wake up, breakfast is the most important meal of the day after all. But I don’t feel a thing, not a single twinge of hunger or a modicum of desire for food whatsoever. But of course, this brings to mind another question. What happens when I do get hungry? I’m here, floating in a infinte emptiness, with no food. No food, no water, no nothing. And what about entertainment? That’s another problem. If I’m to be trapped on this floating platform in the middle of nothingness, won’t I get bored? I’m too anxious to be bored at the moment, but am I now to be doomed to a life without television, books, magazines or any items of daily life whatsoever? The thought genuinely scares me shitless. In my despair, I hear a noise behind me. I turn, eager to see anything other than hideous purple and mind-engulfing blackness. On the far end of the platform sits a small, red dog. No wait, it’s too fuzzy to be a dog, it’s got to be a fox. I remember seeing pictures of foxes on TV and in books, and this is definitely a fox. But where did it come from? There wasn’t anything there a second ago and there’s nothing above me or below me. Unless there’s something on that side only? I begin to cross the platform to investigate this new development, when the fox begins to bound towards me. I say bound like it was a big heavy thing, but it seemed to be sliding in a kind of funny and cute way. I almost laugh at how silly the thing’s movement is, happy to enjoy something in this vast emptiness. As it gets closer, I crouch down to look at it more closely. I’m not afraid of it biting or anything, anything that moves like that had to have been trained to do it, so it’s probably completely tame. It bounds straight up to me, and sits on it’s haunches, regarding my with a curious look. “Hey there, little fella. Do you know where we are?” I ask the fox futilely. It’s something I’ve always done, talking to pets like they were people. I know they can’t answer but it tends to make a connection with them anyway. I reach out my hand to pat him on the head, I’d give him a treat but I don’t have anything to give him. He stares at my incoming hand for a moment before ducking his head and rolling onto his belly and away from me. I guess he doesn’t want to be petted. Oh well, so much for that. I get up to go investigate the other side of the platform. But as I stand up straight and begin to walk away, leaving the fox behind me, I hear a small, almost whispering voice. “Fox only.” Before I can respond to this strange message, I feel a sudden force slam into my back, and I am suddenly sent hurtling into the pitch darkness above the platform. I turn around in the air to see the platform below me quickly fade into nothing, the little red fox still sitting, it’s tail wagging, in stark contrast to the gaudy purple platform. As the platform fades into a speck and then into nothing, I close my eyes again. I begin a silent prayer that I might finally reach a place where sanity and reality once again rule. I begin to wonder if this whole episode has been nothing more than a strange dream. As I fade into unconsciousness, I begin to hope that this wasn’t my final destination. |
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