| Bearman |
As a GM, this entry grabs me in the way that I love to be grabbed. By my mind. (shame on you you dirty minded people). I can see so many places for the story to go as I run this with a group of sufficiently evil-minded players...
The whole entry just warps my fragile mind. Can you imagine such a place of fear, the smell of death and decay, the sound of madness in singing, the very air caressing your sanity like rasping rusted barbed wire in your brain, the desperation of all that is down there...
And I can totally see how this journey into insanity happened... killing her in front of him unhinged his mind, he wanted his sister back. Angry and bitter at his father for taking her away. Her not wanting to come back only fed his unhinged tendencies. (Cue start of evil muttering and laughter). Depraved insanity beckons, and he responds by building her. Is now happy to have her there. Drinks tea with her. Calls her pet names. Tries to teach her to sing lullabies. Has her watch over him as he sleeps. Gets dressmakers to make her dresses, kills them afterwards because no one else is allowed that close to her and live. Actually dresses her every day. Buys her trinkets. Tries to dance with her. Gets irritated when he suddenly feels something just isn't RIGHT about a part, searches, kills someone new, replaces part. Writes in his journal that he is considering fusing his own body with hers so they can always be together.
Damn. Freaky. Ok. I'll stop with the random thoughts now, I guess I should be getting back to work anyway...
You SO have my vote! Crusade forward, oh African writer!