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artificialloneliness replied to this post: Hashima Island always reminds me of a horror game
I wanted to do one based on that island but it wasn't much of a mystery. So far i have 4 ideas, one based on rumors about a famous cemetery, one on a prision that specialized in isolation, a haunted zoo thats actually near where i live, and a hospital involving demons
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Adrenaline coursed through you, but it was the protective urge deep in your core that truly fueled you. But each step brought you closer to your goal, because it had to, and you would accept no less. That sweetling depended on it, and so you could only will it to be true. Aside from narrowing down her location the best you could, and frantically calling up any useful contacts that you could think of, it was the only thing you could do. So with what little information you gathered and silent prayers for luck, you were given a direction, and you ran. You tried to refrain from charging full speed, wanting to conserve at least some energy in case it was needed. But the same force that pulled at you to help the poor thing was also shrieking in tandem for you to kick it to the highest gear and keep it there. So you did.
The air around you went from pleasantly cool to a steadily harsher onslaught of freezing winds. It was partially due to the speed at which you were running, which was not exactly unimpressive, that much you knew, but also because of the natural climate of the area, which lifted your sprits somewhat. She did say that it was snowing, and already (though too slowly for your liking) flecks of snow were pelting at your skin. But such an insignificant thing, you could not feel it. You do not imagine it would be the same for the troll waiting for you.
A hint of trees eventually graced your vision, and managed to slow yourself down enough not to ram straight into any of them, though your skid marks certainly wasn’t going to do any favors to the icy ground.
“315?!”, you called out, almost immediately feeling awkward just by saying the numbers aloud. You really would have to get her a proper name.
“Sweetling, are you here?”
