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UNHOLY DISORDER
[Something is wrong with the room you are in.
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
[Forte]
Your world explodes into bursts of white and black.
The others in the room will see you stagger and collapse to the floor, but your memory ends in one burst of white and begins again with your face in the odd, terrible carpet.
It isn't getting better fast enough. And something IN you has begun to change. Your ribs crackle and ripple under your skin, and your clothes begin to soak with blood from your chest.
Your joints are stiff and becoming more so with every moment.
You are feeling more EMPTY than usual.]