#dart asks

==> The lightning and storm around you roils around you, as you give yourself time to think: Theres no way out down, but you think you saw more stairs leading upward past the second floor. You also remember the objects on the floor downstairs. Your second match is almost out, as you decide to hunker down in the first floor, piling together some of the broken wood, and making a fire with another match. You curl down beside it and pass out instantly. (We can continue later then, night darttsy~)

==> You try and vomit but you find you cannot, only spittle and water exiting your mouth, as you pant awkwardly for several seconds, and run up the stairs. You are back in the first room, the wreckage looks the same, nothing out of place. The wind pushes against the door, the groaning wood protests against the cold wind, and the force of it. The smell of salt in the air is all you have come to smell in the entire lighthouse, and you have yet to see the eyes again.

==> You head down the metal stairs, the scrap metal walls slowly turn to brick, as half of the walls of the circular room have brick, half have a mishmash of metals. You see what looks to be an old kitchen, sinks ripped out of their sockets, a destroyed icebox, several cabinets ripped off of the wall, and arbitrary boxes of food products (You think) scattered about the wreckage You see no other way down, but there is no blood here. The room is very dark, with no light.

==> The waves crash against the rocks as the lightning seems all but gone. You push against the door, the door itself quite heavy, as you easily push it back open, the dark sea and sky greeting you with a large crack of lightning that blinds you for several seconds. You stumble backwards, the bright light too much to handle, as you hear a terrible shriek of something close to nails on a chalkboard coming from outside, as the doors slam shut once more, the wind making them rustle. (We'll see.)

==> You run back down the stairs to the first floor, your match went out as you flee for protection, only to hear the door slams violently shut at your decent, several lightning strikes happening all at once, the rolling thunder shakes the ground, and the structure, a reverberating "THRUM" echoing through the building for several seconds before it dies down. The sound of the rain and wind starts to flood back into audibility, as the room grows 'silent'.

What's your name?

==> The strange claw marks don't seem to go deep, but the marks are smooth as silk, the edges cutting your finger slightly as you accidently hit it while rubbing it. You find several matches, almost ten, but the one you have is running out fast. You hear nothing but the wind, rain, and thunder from outside. The doors creak ominously, as the slowly start to shut, then flow back, the creaking noise only rarely. You notice two flights of stairs by the doors One flight going up, one going down.

will you ever update your south park ask blog?? omfg