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Your head feels heavy on one side as if someone was pulling hard on your hair, and the crick in your neck lets you know that you have been left in that position for long enough to stretch the muscles of your neck and leave you sore and bruised. Your right eye is gummed up and you cant force the lid open, half the light of the world is gone from your vision and the world seems flat and out of perspective. Confused, you try to raise your hands but they are so leaden and cold they feel as if they had been sunk in concrete. Scrabbling at your face your hand comes away with a thick membrane of gloop that sits plastered over one side of your face. it makes a soft popping noise as it sucks away from your face and you blink as the eye on that side comes alive again in a kaleadiscope of colours. A metallic disc about an inch thick is attached to your temple and though you didnt notice it before, it emits a gentle thrum that leaves your mind foggy and confused.
Casting your gaze about you see others in a similar state of waking, dazed looks on slack faces. It dawns on you suddenly that you no longer know your own name, and you have no recollection of how you got there. You fall more than raise yourself from the hover couch, stumbling over feet that seem conencted to some other body. Everyone seems dressed in a dull grey uniform, and you are no exception. Something though is in your mind, flowering in recognition and telling you that everything is as it should be. You feel a sudden sense of misplaced pleasure and gratitude for even being in this arena and then wonder at the word more than the emotion.
A sudden light in the gloom ahead, beginning as a vertical slash and growing quickly to become a vast portal of incandesant light that casts harsh shadows from those ahead. As a single entity you shuffle out into the light, stunned into wonder by the thousands of faces and cameras staring down at you beyond a glass window even as the window suddenly shifts into one giant panaromic mirror that hides the world from site. Below in the centre of the arena waits a triangular table top resting four feet from the floor. Suddenly you see a number blinking in the right corner of your eye and in the left a deck of cards floats before you. Waiting to be dealt, and a name drags itself from the depths of your mind, and you suddenly remember where you are and more importantly who you are.
Panic sets in, but you remain to the outside world as another of the lives, for you are a player of games and this one you recognise instantly. The only difference being its not usually your life on the line, but you know what they say about damage, it can get a guy killed.
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Horza was holding onto his form as best he could, but the mind numbing drugs and that constant throbbing from the device stitched into his skull made rational thought and control of his shapeshifting feel like wisps of cloud that his hands clawed into ribbons as he made last gasp reaches for them. Worse still he could no longer tell where kraiklyn was, something about the device in his head made everyone he looked at trigger some form of code name in his mind. He could still taste kraiklyn though on the tips of his fingertips, and knew if he got the chance he could place him physically, he just had to find the smug bastard, if he could find him and then kill him, he could win this game for himself and escape the stupid war and this doomed orbital before all hell broke loose.
This post has been edited by Hugin & Munin: 28 February 2011 - 11:32 AM
