Masquerage 2008
Outside there are strange figures flitting about; a tall shadowy black thing that it's better not to look at directly, a bony man with a hat and cloak, other things, indistinct....don't look. Keep moving
Walk into the courtyard. You feel little strands of material whispering against your face. Try to ignore the elegantly dressed ladies standing about, watching you. God only knows what hides under their masks.
Start down the long stone hallway, try not to listen to the hissing, whispering voices. Go through the stony corridors, plunging deeper into the darkness although you don't know why. What are those holding torches? Arms? Did one just move? You're distracted as you cover your head; a rain of cockroaches and worms is coming down. Don't look. Keep moving.
Keep walking. You're almost to the inside, although who knows what you'll find in there. Keep walking....that's right. Mist swirls up around your ankles. There are indistinct, shadowy figures hiding behind the pillars, waiting around every corner. Watching you.
Up ahead a huge man waits, waving you in through the curtains. He has a green striped coat and a strange mask with a smiling face on it. Ready to join the party? You'd better go on in before the box opens and those who have already experienced it come out after you.
And now you're inside. Don't look. Keep moving.
A dinner table, spread with delightful treats; a head, an arm, a goblet of blood. The dinner host is polite to those he likes, but to those he doesn't he'll drop bloody heads of those who've come before on.
Be careful walking through these hallways. A dead man lies in a chair, eyes staring vacantly at the red print on the wall. Did something just peer out of the wall? You catch a glimpse of a man with a black trench coat. Was his head a head? Or a skull? Your attention is distracted by a dark, cloaked figure with a bird-like face. He's been waiting for you. He'll send you down the hall. Don't look. Keep moving.
Coming around the corner, you see the wall of faces, arms, bodies, al reduced to a disgusting pink paste. There's something there, in the corner. Best not to look at it. Best to keep moving.
Something lunges out of the wall, screaming. Don't look. Keep moving.
An emaciated man with long, tangled hair is hanging from the wall, screaming. The dungeon master slams a bone into the man's stomach. The man gurgles and subsides.
Walk, now, through the winding labyrinth of dungeons. Try to avoid the grasping hands of the dirty, ragged, desparate prisoners. They're being held for later entertainments. Don't let them out; they're desparate enough to do anything.
Don't look. Keep moving.
And this is where they'll come, when it's their time. See the man in the black coat with the iron mask? He's in charge of all this. A woman strapped to a table twitches and howls. Bodies are everywhere, prisoners who have been tortured to death at the mad whim of those who inhabit this place. Just a little fun. Bloody-faced minions scamper about, trying to avoid getting the attention of the torture master. They won't notice you. Will they?
(But he might.)
Don't look. Keep moving.
And now you've gone around the corner, trying not to glance at the bodies that twitch and groan everywhere. A girl with horrible burns sits in one corner, singing to a dead body.
Now you're out in the open. You're safe. Or are you? No, not yet. One more length to go. Plunge into the tunnel. You can see here. Or can you? It's hard to tell. Push your way through the black cloaked figures. Most of them seem to be sleeping...but there are a few that aren't. Pray you don't find those.
And finally, finally, you're out in the open, sweat running down your face, heart pounding. You've survived.
Fancy another go through?
***Please note this was NOT written by me, it was written by a dear frined and fellow Masquerager Christopher Bauer...please enjoy your trip thru our maze!!!!**
Walk into the courtyard. You feel little strands of material whispering against your face. Try to ignore the elegantly dressed ladies standing about, watching you. God only knows what hides under their masks.
Start down the long stone hallway, try not to listen to the hissing, whispering voices. Go through the stony corridors, plunging deeper into the darkness although you don't know why. What are those holding torches? Arms? Did one just move? You're distracted as you cover your head; a rain of cockroaches and worms is coming down. Don't look. Keep moving.
Keep walking. You're almost to the inside, although who knows what you'll find in there. Keep walking....that's right. Mist swirls up around your ankles. There are indistinct, shadowy figures hiding behind the pillars, waiting around every corner. Watching you.
Up ahead a huge man waits, waving you in through the curtains. He has a green striped coat and a strange mask with a smiling face on it. Ready to join the party? You'd better go on in before the box opens and those who have already experienced it come out after you.
And now you're inside. Don't look. Keep moving.
A dinner table, spread with delightful treats; a head, an arm, a goblet of blood. The dinner host is polite to those he likes, but to those he doesn't he'll drop bloody heads of those who've come before on.
Be careful walking through these hallways. A dead man lies in a chair, eyes staring vacantly at the red print on the wall. Did something just peer out of the wall? You catch a glimpse of a man with a black trench coat. Was his head a head? Or a skull? Your attention is distracted by a dark, cloaked figure with a bird-like face. He's been waiting for you. He'll send you down the hall. Don't look. Keep moving.
Coming around the corner, you see the wall of faces, arms, bodies, al reduced to a disgusting pink paste. There's something there, in the corner. Best not to look at it. Best to keep moving.
Something lunges out of the wall, screaming. Don't look. Keep moving.
An emaciated man with long, tangled hair is hanging from the wall, screaming. The dungeon master slams a bone into the man's stomach. The man gurgles and subsides.
Walk, now, through the winding labyrinth of dungeons. Try to avoid the grasping hands of the dirty, ragged, desparate prisoners. They're being held for later entertainments. Don't let them out; they're desparate enough to do anything.
Don't look. Keep moving.
And this is where they'll come, when it's their time. See the man in the black coat with the iron mask? He's in charge of all this. A woman strapped to a table twitches and howls. Bodies are everywhere, prisoners who have been tortured to death at the mad whim of those who inhabit this place. Just a little fun. Bloody-faced minions scamper about, trying to avoid getting the attention of the torture master. They won't notice you. Will they?
(But he might.)
Don't look. Keep moving.
And now you've gone around the corner, trying not to glance at the bodies that twitch and groan everywhere. A girl with horrible burns sits in one corner, singing to a dead body.
Now you're out in the open. You're safe. Or are you? No, not yet. One more length to go. Plunge into the tunnel. You can see here. Or can you? It's hard to tell. Push your way through the black cloaked figures. Most of them seem to be sleeping...but there are a few that aren't. Pray you don't find those.
And finally, finally, you're out in the open, sweat running down your face, heart pounding. You've survived.
Fancy another go through?
***Please note this was NOT written by me, it was written by a dear frined and fellow Masquerager Christopher Bauer...please enjoy your trip thru our maze!!!!**