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Warning: Violence and gore and stuff
I was somewhere, I knew not where I was, nor what I was, I had no physical form, and no control over my movements, all I could do was observe. I saw a mansion, a massive and extravagant building, sitting on the slope of a hill, and surrounded by forest. There seemed to be a party, and the house was full of guests, yet the party seemed to have no host, nor any discernible purpose, at least none that I could easily discern. And then it began, and I watched, helpless, as the horror began, as the house became a grave. A couple, swimming together at the bottom of the pool, was crushed to a pulp by massive cylindrical lead weights, lowered by chains to cover the entire surface area of the pool. Others died as well from that event, and many other deaths happened from various other contraptions killed many more, yet that one moment seems clearest. Oddly enough though, nobody seemed to care, everyone walked about, wading through pools of blood and gore, swimming in a soup of dismembered limbs and crushed bones, as if nothing was happening. Nobody ran, yet those who walked too far outside were shot or blown to bits. As the carnage continued, the deaths and deadly devices became too many to count, and at the end, the mansion was on fire, yet the fire seemed not to harm the mansion, and the survivors were set upon by savage humanoid beasts, seemingly eye-less creatures with ashen and tough skin, who were extraordinary strong, with sharp teeth as well. They tore apart the survivors limb from limb, and then ate them, even if they still lived. And the the victims simply acted as if they were still party guests, they seemed completely unaware of reality, even to their dying breath.
I was somewhere, I knew not where I was, nor what I was, I had no physical form, and no control over my movements, all I could do was observe. I saw a mansion, a massive and extravagant building, sitting on the slope of a hill, and surrounded by forest. There seemed to be a party, and the house was full of guests, yet the party seemed to have no host, nor any discernible purpose, at least none that I could easily discern. And then it began, and I watched, helpless, as the horror began, as the house became a grave. A couple, swimming together at the bottom of the pool, was crushed to a pulp by massive cylindrical lead weights, lowered by chains to cover the entire surface area of the pool. Others died as well from that event, and many other deaths happened from various other contraptions killed many more, yet that one moment seems clearest. Oddly enough though, nobody seemed to care, everyone walked about, wading through pools of blood and gore, swimming in a soup of dismembered limbs and crushed bones, as if nothing was happening. Nobody ran, yet those who walked too far outside were shot or blown to bits. As the carnage continued, the deaths and deadly devices became too many to count, and at the end, the mansion was on fire, yet the fire seemed not to harm the mansion, and the survivors were set upon by savage humanoid beasts, seemingly eye-less creatures with ashen and tough skin, who were extraordinary strong, with sharp teeth as well. They tore apart the survivors limb from limb, and then ate them, even if they still lived. And the the victims simply acted as if they were still party guests, they seemed completely unaware of reality, even to their dying breath.
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I like this.
10/10 would dream it again, very interesting experience.