Post by Cobane Sythus on Jun 28, 2018 10:58:55 GMT -6
Hell and All That Inhabit It
Cobane Sythus - 24,638 PL
Base Form (x1)
Hell was nothing like the stories. People theorized it’d be pure agony. Burning pits, torture chambers, murder sprees, different rings with different sins in which you suffered in… That’s why it caught Cobane off guard when he fell through that trapdoor and into the strange, purple, mountainy like plains of HFIL. In his first twelve minutes of being there, he saw people… smiling. Ogres were out and about, smiling and helping people out, direction them to restaurants, theme parks, even a massage parlor developed down here! It truly was a strange reality, and yet it all felt so nice compared to what Cobane thought he deserved.
Scratching his neck, the Ex-Assassin walked down the rocky paths, eyeing around. It seemed that nobody was really upset here, though maybe that was because all the truly evil faces had been locked away. After about another five minutes, Cobane found grass, trees, and even a lake, though it was blood red. Maybe this world wasn’t so odd. It was definitely bearable, but it was still hell, the place for all wicked souls to go. Examining the lake, the boy couldn’t help but sigh. Getting comfortable here would be a bit of a challenge with this feeling of self hatred in the back of his mind. henlo, yes, is shitty post but for eal, i didnt know how else to start this soooo
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2018 10:59:25 GMT -6 by Cobane Sythus: added the open tag
Yanwang walked through the vast scape of hell his hands behind his back. He was bored out of his mind. There was nothing to do in this area. No one was there. Hell was supposed to a vile place with vile people he'd find only one person. That person was a lame person. He walked about finding the old blood lake. He'd peered down seeing some sort of humanoid nearby. The blood lake was sorta of a good hang out spot. One of the first places any lost soul would stumble upon. Course it was not made of real blood. At least he hoped it was not. That would be quite scary, like where would the blood come from? The ghosts? He shivered at the thought as he climbed down the hill.
He climbed out slowly walking towards Cobane. He needed something to do and this seemed to be a person far more chill then that other dude. Maybe he'd not prank this one. If he did he may run off and he'd be bored again. That what he did last time and it didn't even very well. Yanwang walked over his hands at his sides. He needed to look cool to show he was still the kingpin around here. Even if he got beat a couple of times he still had to have that fire in his soul to be the best and not be stopped by anyone. Words or fists would not stop him, only his own faltering courage could if he had any of course. "Yo whats up. I'm Yanwang you must be a new soul around here. Welcome, don't worry not hear to like throw you out somewhere. You already met the Boss. Yemma prob sent you right down here for being a naughty child. So what you do to get down here."
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2018 11:38:28 GMT -6 by Yanwang: color coat
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