Rinzler's Dream|Nightmare for Hell Pointe
> You're in your dark sleekly designed workplace: the [ARENA] but you are [ALONE].
> This is fine.
> This is normal.
>
> ERROR: LINE 4
> [REDACTED]
> You are comfortable waiting for someone to interact with.
> There is [BLOOD] dripping down the walls of your perfect space.
> You step away but your heel sinks into something.
> There is [BLOOD] pooling on the floor.
>
>
> ERROR: LINE 11, LINE 12
> [REDACTED]
> There is [BLOOD] around your knees now. And something else. It's:
> ERROR: LINE 14
> You don't know what it is.
> ERROR: LINE 16; STATEMENT: FALSE
> It is what you find inside humans. Things that are slippery, ugly, imperfect. Things that shouldn't be there and are sick coloured and smell badly and fall out of your hands wetly, leaving dirty residue and stickiness.
> You know you are filled with better things.
> The [BLOOD] is up to your chest now.
> You recognize something from among the floating shapes.
> A giant: [OPTIC SPHERE] surfaces and a pupil rolls around to stare at you.
> Something: [wet, warm, textured] laps up against your back before slipping out of view.
> You recognize it too: a large [TONGUE]
> You're forced to [SWIM] now and it doesn't matter that you've never executed this action before.
> Someone offers you a hand and you accept it gratefully. The hand belongs to your: FATHER_BEST_FRIEND_BOSS and they're all sharing a face.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”Hey man, relax.”
> You do.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”I'll take care of you.”
> They will.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”Let's just have a look at your [(SOUL|WEAPON|MOST IMPORTANT POSSESSION)] and I'll fix you right up.”
> They are holding out their hand for your [(...)] and you are [REQUIRED] to hand it over. They are correct because what is happening: the [BLOOD] is incorrect and you need to be fixed because you are seeing things that are wrong.
> You are broken.
> You can be restored.
> But you don't want to be REDACTED.
> You like being: [REDACTED]
> You like being: [YOU].
> You don't want to be: fixed.
> But now your FATHER_BEST_FRIEND_BOSS has your [(...)] and no one ever asks what you want.
> You never get a choice.
>
> ERROR: LINE 42
> That is fine.
> You're just doing your job.
> What more could you want?
>>> Nothing.
> You watch [REDACTED] [IMPASSIONATELY] as your [(...)] is handled and then someone new is offering you their hand, and you realize now, the first One is a liar and a betrayer and they were only going to hurt you.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”Hey man, relax.”
> You do. But it's harder this time.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”I'll take care of you.”
> They should. Because you trust this one more.
>>>>>>>>>>>>”Let's just have a look at your [(...)] and I'll fix you right up.”
> And now they have a [[(...)].copy] and the two people who look the same but are not the same are working and you can tell they are breaking your [[(...)].copy].
> You want to tell one of them, both of them, all of them to stop but your mouth is full of: [THREAT: BUGS] and you can't speak past their buzzing.
> You will need to break their arms then.
> But the [BLOOD] is up to your neck now and closing over your vision and the only thing you can do is [REDACTED]