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August 9, 2011, 5:54 am

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The Box


The Box is a Hell of isolation, claustrophobia and imprisonment. Where you will find many who fear tight spaces.

The Box - The Barred Gate - The Tormented's Closet

Welcome to Hell...

As you arrive, you find yourself feeling as a guest. There is a lavish suite designed to suit your needs and ideals of comfort. There is some elaborate furnishings such as twisted glas and metal storm lanters lining the walls, some overstuffed chairs that you could lose yourself in for hours, and even a bowl of rare fruits and exotic desserts.

Then you notice The Window... Covered by a fancy red velvet curtain with gold threaded drawstring, is a horrific view. Your room overlooks a seemingly endless array of suffering people. They are all standing or crouching, sweating, panicked, and all around frightened. None of them more from their position besides the shaking and the occasional eerie spasm, though no chains bind them to their respective spots.

Looking up, above the columns of the invisibly tortured, is a great dome of pulsing light, strange reddish-pink and full of warmth and possible some sort of vile fluids. You're somehow sure this is the source of their suffering, yet you can only imagine what they could possibly be feeling.

The Imprisoned's Point of View:

This varies greatly for each mentally shackled individual. Each of them experiences some sort of bonded or trapped scenario, with no imaginable hope of escape. They are locked in their own fear-soaked minds. One may be trapped in the belly of a gigantic beast, feeling the pulsing flesh on all sides and the acidic stomach juices slowly digesting them. Another may be locked in a narrow, locker-like, cell with an unreachable view of the night sky above. Some more may be screaming as they are crushed by a stone block for all eternity.

The overall mood of one incarcerated here is that of despair, with hints of fear, and they all slowly succumb to mania. Their thoughts, even if somehow roused and freed, will believe there is forever a pit around the corner or giant snake waiting to eat them. One you die and go to The Box, you're in The Box forever.


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Voted PoisonAlchemist
August 9, 2011, 12:49

I think this is an okay idea, but it needs a lot of expanding on.

What did the people do to deserve that hell? How did you arrive as a guest? How is it possible to leave? Can you leave if you are a guest? Why is it even possible for there to be guests? What is that thing in the sky? Why does it generate the dreams of being trapped? 

Voted Ancient Gamer
August 11, 2011, 18:31

What PA said! 

A fine start, and needs a little more work. 

Voted Cheka Man
August 16, 2011, 13:40

3/5 and I like the idea.

August 18, 2011, 4:25

A little limited, needs to be expanded methinks. Also: add room for adventure, lest it is but a piece of color.

Voted Dossta
August 20, 2011, 17:17

I'd love to hear a little more about the philosophy behind this place.  Is it one of many hells, each dealing with a different phobia?  Or is it unique, created for some special purpose or by some twisted god?  (I would love to see the Hell created by and for your Occular deities, by the way).  Why the box concept?  Is there some special cultural significance or horror to the idea of being trapped this way?

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Hooper McFin's Two Shot Portal

       By: dudeington

Now, this ol' ramblin fellow tends to walk his talk a bit too far down the train sometimes.. So I'll be brief in my recantin' of how it was my Tavern "came to bein'" on the multiverse as a weave of it's own spell.. And how I'm even alive to tell the story!

You see it's simple really, trust me.. that's my specialty, keepin it elementary. And you can trust this old Bard.

Anyway, this one night these wizards get a ramblin' on about the temporal exististance of space and time and how it could be manifested in a weave of super dimensional space. whereupon the folded space would give rise to an infinite number of entrances and exits to one or many spaces. Now, seein' how my talkin' sometimes get's locked into the way us folks used to talk back in the ol' west. These wizards didn't know I was a master of the word. and I had heard everything they said. They were also a bit over the wagon, while I was steerin' the show.

So that's how it came to pass, I struck a bargain with the wizards. They come to me in the morning and conjure up their idea into reality and I'd pledge them my life, my existance.. in essence my soul. but in a much nicer sense of the word. So they came by in the morning a half remembering our talks the prior evenin'. And I recanted their words verbatum, and that's how it came to be. The spell was complete that afternoon. My tavern would be the super dimensional cube that would exist in this weave of space and time, folks could come and go as they please, knowin in mind some of the rules and limitations set forth.

A few of 'em as follows.

No feller can be causin a ruckus inside any of my fine establishments, as always rule number one god damnit.

n' second the portal works kinda tricky. When ya outside ya cast the spell and lend your will to luck a bit and regardless the doors to the bar will appear, the windows a luminescent amber.. you can hear the chattee but ya can't see in. And the catch is the door might be locked, in which case you chalk it up to lady luck and go walk off and try again in an hour. Now most times the door pops right open and from the outside you always come in the front door, immediately greeted by myself or one of our many fine patrons of Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.

Now when ya cast the spell from inside the Tavern, another catch comes up. The back door is mainly a secret for the non-initiated staff and the regulars but for sake of the prose let's assume we all know there's a secret door in the back with a portal there. Now when you go on through this one, you got two scenario's you oughta be aware of. One is ya pop outside relative to the same spot you came out. The other is, you walk back on into this one or another of our many Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.

so it's a clever quantum railroad I got my tavern and my people's caught on. But, Hey the show's sure as always goin. ohhh' rutin tootin skidoodle -

** And that's it.. that's the only notes I found on the spell, apparently out there somewhere is a Tavern caught on the mighty ebb and flow of the multiverse. Well. at least I can put to rest my torment as to the condition now referred to as "Hooper McFin's Teleportation Paranoia".

Dr. Clarke T. Mulligan - Professional researcher of Time & Space.

Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse

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