Burning your way out of a boiling pot [Escape]
Tue Sep 06, 2022 10:08 pm
The location was obviously dreary. Filled with smog, ash and the sounds of suffering that were inevitably drowned out by the sounds of the actual volcano beneath them. It was designed to cause the most mental and physical anguish possible to those held within, but it was just a daunting environment for those who kept them there as well. No man was built to withstand the constant choking atmosphere and boiling air for long periods of time.
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Tue Sep 06, 2022 10:08 pm
This was the world that the ‘guard’ patrolled. A burning hellscape that was so unbearably hot that the rubber on his shoes was beginning to melt off and stick to the metal floor. The man would wipe his grimy brow, the heavy metal bludgeon in his hand that had previously been used to rattle the cages so to speak, now resting within the crook of his arm. The man frowned as he looked about the lower level of the prison, the grungy nature of his uniform giving credence to the fact the environment itself was so dingy. However there was an unmistakable feeling that was slowly creeping up his spine.
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Tue Sep 06, 2022 10:08 pm
The air pressure increased slowly, rhythmically, as if it were in time with someone’s breathing. Each deep inhalation was followed by an even more massive exhalation of heat and pressure that buffeted the guard and threatened to drop him to the superheated floor on his hands and knees. The guard took one shaky step back, already reaching for his one line of communication, a single lacrima two way communicator. They were standard issue, especially for the guards of the lower floors as their voices couldn’t carry nearly as far across the rather loud hellscape.
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Tue Sep 06, 2022 10:12 pm
There was a significant amount of fear now filling the man’s body as shouts of alarm filled the air from the two cells directly adjacent to the offending one. Looking around for another guard to call for help, he could only watch on in slow realization that he was all alone on the lowest floor of the prison with no communicator.
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Thu Sep 15, 2022 5:50 pm
Looking down, he could make out thick bands of inky smoke, obviously magical in creation as they banded their way around his body to lock him in place. It started to get harder to breathe. As if the air grew several atmospheres thicker in a short time. He couldn’t see one of the bands restricting itself around his chest tightly like a boa constrictor as he panicked silently to himself.
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