Terrence Anathema Escape Room Post
Woke up, head splitting, in a room that I definitely didn't fall asleep in. Small enclosed space, blue-painted walls, no windows, a single light fixture on the ceiling. Regain my bearings: my name is Terrence Anathema. I've been off the grid for the last few years, in hiding from the higher-ups of the Fear Mythos Discord Server. I was an announcer for one of their tournaments. Archangard appeard during the third round I presided over, told me I would die when it ended, helped me escape that fate. Living Rael moment; Arkngard was me and I was Arkngard. Posted a vent post that got stolen for an advert during the tournament of the following year. The chase ensued. Looking around. Not alone. Demure lady with blue hair standing in far corner. It and her, but never she. Hands behind her back. Noticing a distinct taste of almost-water in my mouth. Think it drugged me and brought me here. "Hey, you. You're finally awake," it says. I look at her, attempt to reach for ...