Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20180627021638/@comment-27550231-20180918013305

The word shifted rapidly beyond comprehension, one moment I was seated in the dark and in chains and garbed in  orange. The next I was in a dimly lit white hallway, a fist full of dog tags in hand. A feeling of overwhelming guilt and remorse washing over me as the shining aluminun tags clattered silently in the seemingly empty halls. Then the guilt began to morph and change into desperation and fear as the tags twisted into a round wheel like shape and the silent halls began to roar and screech. I felt as if the reaper its self was soaring behind me... I would not dare look back lest it take me with it. I was driving... my host was driving what appeared to be a... How do I know this? I don't want to be here!

The world split and shifted again and again. Ever faster and faster the memories shifted until I could no longer make sense of what I saw, felt and heard. It was all a power full blur that left what I assumed was my body shaking. Was this... a seziure? Was I seizing? I saw what I assumed was me standing there in the dark. My entire body twitched and spasmed violently and eyes rolled back. Had I died? Had this been my end? The ghost? The Graveyard... Was this it's doing?