None of us are going.
In other news, I love reading this stuph.
[collapse=Mankind is the real animal.]I took a moment to peek around in my closet, looking for a nice shirt to wear for the day. My sight set upon one that was completely white... basically, it really was only a white tee-shirt. Reaching my hand out to grab, it suddenly pulled back into all the rest of the clothes hanging up. I let out a grunt and dove my hand further into the closet, feeling around blindly for that particular shirt that I would not have seen otherwise. When I was confident enough that it was in my grasp, I pulled hard. Unfortunately, it somehow pulled back, throwing my body into the rest of the clothes. I managed to let myself out with the shirt still in my hand, and I only pulled again.
Whatever had the shirt on the other end used all its strength and nearly broke my arm, bringing it back into the depths of the closet. This time I lost my balance and fell forward, but I still held on to that shirt. I no longer tried pulling back, as I suddenly felt an immense amount of pain shoot up my arm. Writhing for a bit in agony, I finally got thrown back and away from the closet. That white tee-shirt shot out and the door slammed shut a second after. I lied there on the ground with the shirt over my face. It smelled rather metallic... and I took it off only to notice blood soaking the thing. I then also realized that the arm I retrieved it with was removed of skin, leaving bare muscle sleeked with traces of leftover blood and mucous.
"Oh, so that's what I felt."[/collapse]
In other news, I love reading this stuph.
[collapse=Mankind is the real animal.]I took a moment to peek around in my closet, looking for a nice shirt to wear for the day. My sight set upon one that was completely white... basically, it really was only a white tee-shirt. Reaching my hand out to grab, it suddenly pulled back into all the rest of the clothes hanging up. I let out a grunt and dove my hand further into the closet, feeling around blindly for that particular shirt that I would not have seen otherwise. When I was confident enough that it was in my grasp, I pulled hard. Unfortunately, it somehow pulled back, throwing my body into the rest of the clothes. I managed to let myself out with the shirt still in my hand, and I only pulled again.
Whatever had the shirt on the other end used all its strength and nearly broke my arm, bringing it back into the depths of the closet. This time I lost my balance and fell forward, but I still held on to that shirt. I no longer tried pulling back, as I suddenly felt an immense amount of pain shoot up my arm. Writhing for a bit in agony, I finally got thrown back and away from the closet. That white tee-shirt shot out and the door slammed shut a second after. I lied there on the ground with the shirt over my face. It smelled rather metallic... and I took it off only to notice blood soaking the thing. I then also realized that the arm I retrieved it with was removed of skin, leaving bare muscle sleeked with traces of leftover blood and mucous.
"Oh, so that's what I felt."[/collapse]
