/vr/ - Retro Games

>>3391728
A desire to unload your pain. A burning wish of hate and gushing anger filling your every pore and capilar. Agitation. Agitation compells you.

Your right hand. Red and flesh-ridden now stands at the very end of your wrist, no longer discernible from a hunk of mauled bones and decaying flesh. That spaghetti was hot alright.

Flesh chafing, your red shorts excruciatingly shoving through your veins and arterial joints in a bizarre competition of sorts to close in to your very femurs. Your shirt, seemingly no longer bound by the chains of reality, begin to follow suit shortly. Air escapes your blood hushed larynghe in the form of an acute, hearing damaging screech that resembles more that of a scared being than a suffering one. Fear. Despair. What's gonna be of you?

You wake up.

Pure, distilled anger nearer to your very own figure than that of a recognizable humanoid being, hand still shaking mad. You can't feel anything. You helplessly try to open your eyes and look around you, much to your shock, what were once helpful tools to your surrounding awareness are no longer there. You dip your digits inside the now empty cold, damp sockets in disbelief. This does not help. This does not help at all.

Your legs and arms begin to shuffle at violent random intervals all of a sudden. Forward, backwards. Forward, rinse and repeat. You no longer have a mind of your own, but you are perfectly well and aware of what must be done with the next living being that dares venture into your room.

mustering a deafening, perfectly audible sigh, you finally let it out.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA