Conscience > Ah, there you are.
Patient > Where am I?
Conscience > Don’t fret, I’ll tell you all about it soon enough, here take this bag.
Patient > What for?
Conscience > In case you vomit, here’s the thing, your dead.
Patient > Dead?
Conscience > Yes, you died in your sleep, you’re going to a special place now.
Patient > Heaven?
Conscience > You’ll see.
| Weevil | |
| (http://i.imgur.com/ZFeC4.png) | I died 3 years ago and have since not had a moment of peace, it seems there's three constants in Purgatory, or at least I think that's where I am. Myself, I've been stuck like this a god awful while, a lumbering insect, I think I must have been a thief in a past life to deserve it. Second of all is my companion Puss, not once has he left my side, he told me once that me he was to be my guardian and mouthpiece with which to communicate. The third thing is trains, seriously, flying trains, trains fit for a king, trains that couldn't possibly seem to work, once I even saw the dismembered jaw of a snake used as a carriage. Everything else is a forsaken mess of paradoxes and riddes I can make neither heads or tails of. Me and Puss get by though, mercenaries, thieves, labourers, whatever it takes to survive, might be a while before I reach heaven. |
| Al | |
| (http://i.imgur.com/HUNtM.png) | Separated from his mother at birth Al has never been entirely sure of himself or his surroundings, he has spent all his life thus far on the desolate world known as Ouroboros, encompassed by a megalithic structure built from white sandstone the place has always had an eeriness to it. Had Al known the word dystopian that would be the one he'd pick to describe his home. One could not help but be in a dreamlike stance as they wandered through the gargantuan halls and long corridors which seemed to stretch to infinity. The soundscape of Ouroboros had a thickness to it, almost like fog, every sound that travelled across the surface sounded deep and tangible, almost as though one could stroke the sound as it flowed like a river. Al wandered, sometimes with others, sometimes besides himself but when he had company his companions were different to him, alien looking, they were taller with small heads upon which small eyes were set deeply into, they had small hands and small bellies but stood almost twice as tall as Al, they were lithe, not cumbersome like him and talked very fast in a high pitched voice without making a great amount of sense if any. But he got along with them, they would come and go and so would he. |