mind_blown | THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

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THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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[Nero tries to pull out some clumps of flowers as they go]

...Be on the lookout for clowns. You might not remember him, but there's no one worse in Jason's mind.

The flowers immediately try to latch onto you as you touch them, and as they do, you feel your natural rage, your natural anger, your natural fire threaten to burn you out of control.

And you don't know what's next-- but with some quick thinking, or maybe instinct, dropping them seems to keep them from curling around you and making you one of theirs.

But your hand feels vaguely burned? You could check that out, except suddenly there is a flash of green, as roiling smoke fills the air, gathering like a storm cloud behind you.

It's coming from where you came. What do you do?

"Fuck--!" Nero drops the flowers immediately, his hands stinging - but he can't linger on that. The green smoke is infinitely more alarming.

"That's Joker gas! Talon, d'you have some kinda gas mask?!"

WE NEED TO LEAVE

[ He's darting back towards Griffin before he registers what's happening, gaze snapping between the flowers and gas. ]

I don't—he's trying to herd us!

[ But what choice to they have but to go further in? He yanks his shirt over his mouth, backing away from the smoke and looking for an exit furthest from the gas ]

As they move in further, their options get limited. The doors are locked-- or are open cells which seems... less than ideal for their current situation.

But, there is a stairway.

As they move, a memory flashes before their eyes, and for a moment they feel broken. Like a useless toy, the stinging regret of being worthless, so worthless that they'd managed to double back in to a manic rage to destroy everything.

There's no failure in destruction, there can't be.

"Do you want to talk about it? It's important to talk."

As they slam the door to the stairwell behind them, it stops the gas. But the flowers are everywhere. It's a treacherous path up, or down the stairs.

Nero is panting, either from panic or those invading emotions - maybe both? He looks at their options, up or down.

"Whatever happens, we can't breathe that in - or we're gonna end up killing each other instad."

We shouldn't breathe in any strange gasses here. There's not much in our memories that's going to be safe.

[ He frowns at the stairwell for a minute, looking up and down a few times before nodding down ]

The basement of a psychiatric prison seems like a good place to look for a mad clown to me.

Cool, I hate it.

[Downstairs it is.......]

Well, all men must die.

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