So, this is a little horror story I felt like writing. I'm actually planning on making an RPG maker horror game, and I thought writing out a story of it first would help me out a little. Obviously this isn't how the story starts, it's from about a quarter into the game. Anyways here it is! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next thing I know, I'm in a basement. On a damp wooden table, restraints holding my arms, legs, hands, feet, torso and head to it. Moving? That was terribly out of the question. My vision is peppered with blue and black specks as I observe my surroundings. First thing I notice: the table I'm on. It's very damp... And whatever is on it soaks through my clothing. I move my fingertips around to feel it and it's... Slimy. My fingers now have a fine grease on the tips, whatever that grease may happen to be is beyond me. It's disgusting and gritty. The room has a retched smell, the smell of rotting blood mixed with urine and vomit. I almost puked upon smelling it. From the faint light in the room I can see shelves covered in horrifying things. An axe, knife, needle, garden shears, pliers, an electric screwdriver, all appearing to be caked in dried, crusty blood of the people they were most likely used on. As if that wasn't enough, on the adjacent shelf a whole new world of horror could be seen. Bottles upon bottles of guts and body parts. One I can see contains two eyeballs, another contains a stomach, and another an unidentifiable hunk of flesh, with blood clouding the formaldehyde that they are floating in. More can be seen, but I can't bear to look. Suddenly, a powerful headache racks my head with unbearable pain, throbbing with every heartbeat, making me jump against the restraints. A wave of nausea courses through my entire body. Creee-ee-eee-eak... A figure emerges from the doorway holding a pair of giant bloody clamps. He approaches me with an eager smile on his face. No... He's going to do something to me. He's going to pull my tongue out, rip my limbs off, cut me open! This can't be... I'm going to die. I'm going to die... No... No... NOOO!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you want me to put up more, be prepared to wait a week or even a month. I'm terrible with procrastinating and stuff... So yeah? Also if you're even wondering... This isn't going to be the actual title of the game, just something I came up with for this particular scenario But anyways, hope you like it and yell at me if I don't post more within a week! Also criticism is much appreciated
Sorry to sound a little mean, but this idea is much to used. You should think about giving a more unusual story that some may of never heard before. Still it sounds good.
I like the idea and the writing is really good.. We have seen this story before, however I can't say that it is over used so I think people will enjoy this story️
Don't worry, this isn't what the story is about There's a lot more stuff to it that you guys will find out, dontcha worry!
This is what I wrote down in my notes while I was brainstorming for the story some of it is painfully cliché, but I'll fix it. So this is what a brainstorming session with Marshmallow is like. It's barely comprehendable "Plot- people assigned to kill for orders from a greater being. Girl finds out her best friend is a killer and tries to find the identity of the being and end it? ahhhh kinks? girl is trapped in the room of a killer and finds a way out. Stuff happens and she tries to escape the mansion of the person trying to kill her. Then the person who tried to kill her stalks her for a bit, and her best friend kills him/her for the girl. Girl is shocked of what her friend did and runs away tries to avoid her yada yada... Teacher at school ends up being the being controlling everyone because he's obsessed with murder and wants body parts and stuff? Person who tried to kill her in the beginning ends up having a massive underground basement with a portal at the end taking her to the being/her teacher/whatever blah blah her best friend ends up having to die because she doesn't want the girl to die. Being doesn't care and says the girl will make a fine replacement for her friend. Girl struggles and finally manages to kill the being but realizes that the killers will keep killing even without orders. She then realizes that she likes killing and will start doing it. Since her friend is dead she finds a new friend at school who also happens to be a former killer"
Beautiful. When I get excited about a story during brainstorming, I put in about a hundred OMG's and a thousand exclamation points. It's fantastic.
Same here. I'll even put down stuff like "OMG this is so cliché but whatev" and "yada yada stuff happens"