Post by Michael du Marianne on Mar 28, 2009 3:09:48 GMT -5
Your life seemed pretty ordinary. Every day spent going to work or to college or school. Same mundane trek to and from in car, on buses, trains or even on foot. Yet one thing always seemed to break the journey up. Them. 5 Houses.
You first noticed them a year ago. The first one was in your neighbourhood, then you saw another one. This one was near your church. After that you started to look out for them. Sure enough there were more. One near your school or place of work, one just beyond the shops. The last one was just behind your house, up on a hill seemingly commanding everywhere around it.
You thought you were the only one. But you knew that none of them had been there before. Baffled and confused you chose to link up onto the internet. That was when you got the shock of your life. It wasn't just you seeing them. They were everywhere. Rumours were spreading fast among those who knew of them. It said that some people had decided to go in.
Of course they had left contact details behind. To the person they trusted most. People tried to get in contact with them only to recieve a blank buzz. Nothing. Confused and afraid you tried to put them out of your mind. But it didn't work. At times it felt like the only thing that was real was the houses. Like the world was a virtual reality. You were almost lured to investigate them. In particular one.
The one behind you. One day during summer, when you were no longer tied to your commitments you chose to investigate. Just to the gates you told yourself as you walked towards the house behind all of your houses. No further then the gates you tried not to run knowing you would chicken out otherwise and run.
As you arrived at the gates you noticed there were two plaques. You are distracted though by a weathered note lying on the ground pinned under a stone. Slowly you bend down to pick it up starting to read it. As you do the text becomes clear and crisp as if it was just written Vestri fatum quod Fortuna lies ultra illa porta. Prodeo vel flee is est vestri permaneo chance. unus quisnam dallies hic porro mos penetro intus vacuus suus choice res no quod illic exsisto irretitus pro infinitio. Is quisnam penetro volutarie mos contingo utopia. Confused you frown at the Latin, you cannot speak such a language after all.
That is when it suddenly switches the ink flowing liquidly even as the gates groan open. Once the gates are opened the text is now in English Your destiny and Fate lies beyond these gates. Go forth or flee this is your last chance. The one who dallies here longest will enter within without his choice being made and there be trapped for eternity. He who enters willingly will meet with utopia. It is then as you feel a powerful tug that you realise that you have dallied around too long and the decision has been made for you.
You will never see your friends and family again and you are trapped...where ever your going to. It all fades to black. When you wake up your last thought is I wonder what this new life I'm trapped in will be like...
You first noticed them a year ago. The first one was in your neighbourhood, then you saw another one. This one was near your church. After that you started to look out for them. Sure enough there were more. One near your school or place of work, one just beyond the shops. The last one was just behind your house, up on a hill seemingly commanding everywhere around it.
You thought you were the only one. But you knew that none of them had been there before. Baffled and confused you chose to link up onto the internet. That was when you got the shock of your life. It wasn't just you seeing them. They were everywhere. Rumours were spreading fast among those who knew of them. It said that some people had decided to go in.
Of course they had left contact details behind. To the person they trusted most. People tried to get in contact with them only to recieve a blank buzz. Nothing. Confused and afraid you tried to put them out of your mind. But it didn't work. At times it felt like the only thing that was real was the houses. Like the world was a virtual reality. You were almost lured to investigate them. In particular one.
The one behind you. One day during summer, when you were no longer tied to your commitments you chose to investigate. Just to the gates you told yourself as you walked towards the house behind all of your houses. No further then the gates you tried not to run knowing you would chicken out otherwise and run.
As you arrived at the gates you noticed there were two plaques. You are distracted though by a weathered note lying on the ground pinned under a stone. Slowly you bend down to pick it up starting to read it. As you do the text becomes clear and crisp as if it was just written Vestri fatum quod Fortuna lies ultra illa porta. Prodeo vel flee is est vestri permaneo chance. unus quisnam dallies hic porro mos penetro intus vacuus suus choice res no quod illic exsisto irretitus pro infinitio. Is quisnam penetro volutarie mos contingo utopia. Confused you frown at the Latin, you cannot speak such a language after all.
That is when it suddenly switches the ink flowing liquidly even as the gates groan open. Once the gates are opened the text is now in English Your destiny and Fate lies beyond these gates. Go forth or flee this is your last chance. The one who dallies here longest will enter within without his choice being made and there be trapped for eternity. He who enters willingly will meet with utopia. It is then as you feel a powerful tug that you realise that you have dallied around too long and the decision has been made for you.
You will never see your friends and family again and you are trapped...where ever your going to. It all fades to black. When you wake up your last thought is I wonder what this new life I'm trapped in will be like...