NIGHT ONE

As the evening wore on and darkness encroached, a thick mist descended over the forest of Limbo. Usually this gave the children of the Lost Tribe an extra sense of enclosure and veiled protection from the eyes of predators, but after what had happened to Arjos, it was decided that no chances should be taken and the patrols were doubled with strict instructions that no child should patrol alone.

From one of the platforms above the main gate, classical_hero peered into the murk. The mist seemed to wrap itself around everything - even the timbers of the gatehouse appeared to be shrouded in a grey blur. He waved his hand in front of his face and watched the coils of mist displace. So much for the watchtower - you could barely see the end of your own nose, let alone any approaching threat.

Classical_hero shivered as he recalled the events of the day. He had been able to see the horror on Landlubbers face as the boy's tongue had been cut out, and a sensation of dread so consumed him at the memory that he almost didn't hear his fellow watchman shouting up from the gloom below:

' Oy! 'Ero! I've set the first trap, but I can't reach the rope for the second! Come and give us a hand up!'

Wondering vaguely how someone as small as himself would be able to help set the trap, classical_hero carefully skinnied down the rope from the platform - the ground invisble through the thick fog until the second before his feet reached it.

The mantraps suspended on ropes from the structure of the gate were triggered by the thin lines of twine that criss-crossed the path in front of the Tribe's camp and classical_hero made his way forward cautiously so as not to upset the first trap his companion had set.

'Where are you?' he called into the soupy darkness

'Just here!' the voice called back, 'just step toward my voice! - you should be able to see me now?! - maybe a few more paces?'.

As classical_hero stepped forward, he was vaguely aware of a brief resistance against his shin, but the realisation that the second trap had already been set, and that he himself had activated it, didn't hit him until the soft 'whoomp' of the open man-trap swinging toward him through the fog reached his ears.

A split second after that; the mantrap itself hit classical_hero, it's sprung steel jaws cutting the boy in two as it swung out of the dark and plucked him from the ground.


Ishmael jogged along the perimeter track as it curved downhill toward the caves from the West, when a shout from the bushes close behind caused him to jump with shock.

'Oy you! Come 'ere! You know you're not supposed to be out 'ere on yer own!'

Ishamel's legs followed their natural instincts and began to sprint away from the direction of the voice as quickly as they could.

'OY!' the voice behind him shouted once more and Ishmael could hear whoever it was break in to a run behind him. The track at this point was bordered on each side by high dense prickly bushes which brushed against Ishmaels arms if he strayed from his course, and so he was able to maintain a fair speed as he attempted to evade his pursuer... But the sound of the footsteps did not fade - if anything they seemed to be gaining. Ishmael ran on - vaguely aware that the path he was heading down would soon reach the caves where -unless he could quickly backtrack - he would be cornered. He could hear the sound of his pursuers ragged breathing, as he reached the entrance to the cave that led to the underground lake, but then the sound of the footsteps behind him coming to an abrupt halt. Momentum carried him on and suddenly he flinched and dropped to his knees as something landed on his head.

Immediately Ishmael felt the Brainworm burrow its' tiny tendrils into his scalp. His vision leapt and pulsed and he felt himself lurch from left to right as if on a boat, as the parasite took control of his nervous system.

Unbidden, Ishmaels' legs began to move, carrying him further into the caves. A luminous moss growing on the walls of the cave emitted an eerie light and though Ishmael was dimly aware of the sound of his pursuer slowly following him, as he lurched ever downward, he could not turn his head to see who it was.

Ishmael's eyes widened in horror as his legs spasmodically carried him down to the underground lake. Ishamel tried to stop, but he merely succeeded in slowling down as the Brainworm forced him onward, splashing into the shallows. Numbly, he felt the cold water rise steadily up his body, but was powerless to resist, and finally he pitched forward into the cold blackness of the water.

At the side of the lake, observing Ishamels' corpse bob to the surface, the figure that had pursued him giggled quietly to himself.

DAY TWO has begun and shall end in approximately 24 hours.


ALIVE

Visorslash
Jarema
Subotan
Neri
Montmorency
BSmith
DaveShack
Chaotix
Seon
Scottishranger
Atheotes
Zack
Askthepizzaguy

DEAD
Arjos (Killed Night Zero)
landlubber (Lynched Day One)
Classical Hero (Killed Night One)
Ishmael (Killed Night One)