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RPG by - OhKey_WeeHow


Intro:

You stand outdoors on this, a gray day as the overcast threatens to unload drop after icy drop of late autumn rain. The breeze carries with it a dreary chill and the last thing you need is rain and so you head into the building looking equally dismal and bleak as the day around you. The same building that you've been standing outside of for the last hour telling yourself that "you can't judge a book by it's cover". As far as the saying goes about books, it's probably true but doesn't even touch on old shady building. The inside is almost worse then the outside, dimly lit tables clutters the floor and the windows are greased with years of dirt, filtering even more the light that would dare brighten the dark lobby and eatery of this shabby establishment. The clattering of the closing door behind you silences the murmer of the building's huddled benefactors and you instantly know that you neither belong nor are welcomed there.

In one fashion or another you are ushered into one of many private booths in the back of the building where you sit across from the one man you are told could possible help you understand This.
" Be silent you fool, to utter that name here is to utter your last breath....I know why you have sought me out but...why do you seek It out?" Your business is your own and you feel no need to share it with him "Alright alright, be secretive, it is not a bad quality concerning your interest........"

" The Doom Song is taken from the last breaths of the dying, it is the collective crys of unbearable sarrow and impossible despaire, the screams of paralyzing fear and unthinkable pain. Stolen bits of the souls of every victim of an unforgivable deed committed in this world and gathered together, placed in a box...the childed of Pandora's Box or rather, childed but every misery and ill held within Pandora's box.
" I know of the many horrors that lay within Pandora's cursed box; diseases, sorrows, vices, and crimes that afflict humanity. but what is held within the Doom Song...I can not imagine...It is a horror equal and unlike that of Pandora's own and.....and I can tell you no more..."

The man across from you looks tired inside and out, as if every word of which he ws told you was cut from his own being, leaving him less then what he was only meer minutes ago. "now go...leave me, GO...." the man pants in shallow breaths and you are taken, and roughly removed from the gray and dismal building; what little welcome you started with, warn out.

You pull your jacket closer to you in hopes to fend against the biting wind, it's picked up since you entered that regretable shamble of stone and plywood. You turn away and start down the road you came from, looking forward to a more hospitable welcoming served with say, a hot steaming cup of brew. the corners of your lips curl into a smile at the thought of it and thats when you notice him, standing there at the mouth of the ally way watching you, you've seen him before and you get the distinct feeling that he's been following you since you left your hotel room several hours ago "Hey! Yeah you, who do you think--HEY!" He runs and you follow muttering curses under your breath. The ally is narrow and crowded with trash bins and cardboard boxes and you find that you struggle to keep up to the the retreating back of your stalker "I just want to talk to you! Stop!" But of course he will not and you are forced to follow deeper into the back allies of this unfamilar city, weaving in between oddities as you round corner after corner until you catch your stalker turned prey at a dead end. He stops, facing a brick wall just as out of breath as you are and he turns and you notice something that you hadn't before. He's young, probably no older then seventeen at the most, his hair a dirty blond and cut short, the green hooded jacket he wears dirty and mud crusted but his ears are clear and older then you would expect "H-hey..." you start but he cuts you off "Go home" he says, with a strange determination in his voice, and you don't get the feeling that he's at all the prey "Go home and forget the day you ever stumbled across It."

" what?" your unsure and stare at him, trying to see through him and his game. "It won't help you, It can't help anybody, so forget it...put it out of your mind and leave, trust me." 'trust me', you can't help but feel that he's reliving some haunted past with those words. He paused for a short minute, giving you little time to form even the most basic of questions before he starts again "I've lost the scum that was following you so be grateful for another day and leave this place" your hit with something cold and wet just below your eye, causing you to flinch slightly, it's started to rain "you were lead there, set up. That man had no intention of letting you get withing two blocks of anywhere alive" your eyes widen as you get what he's talking about, and no, he's not playing games. "You know about the Doom Song?! Tell me!" theres a sudden clattering of metal and you jump, spinning around in time to catch the tail end of a dog disappear behind the ally wall, trash cans slowly rolling to a hault, now scattered a bout the wet ally "The names Elman and I know far more then either of us want to know about that Song...." you turn back to face the guy but he's gone, how you don't know, your standing at a dead end alone on this, a gray day drenched in icy rain. Elman he said his name was.

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Whoa eek whee I finished it! what cha think? biggrin The hunt for the mysterious Doom Song! oooOOOooo eek whee