Post by Harpie Lady 1 on Oct 30, 2007 5:56:47 GMT -5
There was no way out; in the chilling darkness Seto Kiaba cursed himself for installing the blast doors into the lavish office he now sat in, his breath fogging the icy air with clouds of his last breathes. The blast doors were made of titanium alloy, and almost impregnable- and thats what was going to kill him. He could feel the scared breathing of the five other emplyee's that had survived as they huddled up around each other for warmth. The girl beside him was saying the rosary, her words coming out in quick gasps and whimpers as she fought to control to fear that rose within her chest, blocking her breathing. Pray to whatever god you like, it wont save you. The CEO thought as he closed his eyes, waiting for death.It was moving closer now, in the walls, in the air, under their skin. Another employee cried, a great shuddering gasp before curling up in the fetal position, shaking violently. 'I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry- I should have saved you. IM SORRY!!! IM SORRY!!' His voice had descended to high-piched screams as he rocked back and forth on the cold floor, sobbing and begging to an unseen foe. Seto turned away, unable to stand the sight.It was coming even closer, and once again he cursed the existance of Duel Monsters. This was his fault, if only he had tested those chemicals beforehand instead of applying them to the cards. They were supposed to make 3-D holograms over the cards without the use of duel-disks. He thought, closing his eyes as the sweat froze to his forehead in the extreme temperatures. But the monsters are alive. . my own blue-eyes. . betrayed. . . me . . His mind was going numb and he could no longer think, save to pull himself up of the floor and stagger down the corridor, leaning on the walls for support. If he was going to die, it wasnt going to be on the ground like a dog.Welcome to KiabaCorp- the RP is based in the extending chambers and high-tech laboratories of the multi-million dollar company. It starts off with Mr.Kiaba trying once more to further his gaming progress using certain chemicals what would bond to the cards and help create a plasma 3-D version of the duel monsters, for chilrden or people that could afford duel-disks. However, the chemicals had been tampered with and the chemicals leaked into the ventilation systems, causing mass panic, hysteria and building lockdown. Few employee's survived the fear-inducing gas and are trapped within the building with what seems to be the duel monsters in the tampered cards themselves after them.Its a bit of a horror-fic. But I want to see where this will go. It's Canon-RPing, btw. So, any takers?