10-06-2015, 05:45 PM
Darkness. Darkness everywhere. It seemed to be all-consuming, like even a light couldn't extinguish it. Fire couldn't, not even from the wick, which is saying something in and of itself. Fire from wick could burn forever if one wanted it to, something about striking a wick against a hard surface, seeing it spark for a few moments, seeing the sparks fall against the snow. Then finally seeing the wick light up, feeling the warmth of the fire against your hand. Given a few seconds, he could probably remember the feeling of downright joy when he first felt the comfort of fire. It was back at Frozen Over, inside his house with his family. They were sitting next to the fireplace, reading over some kind of story. He couldn't remember the exact words, but they were evidently important to everyone else around him, as he could remember seeing his mother letting a few tears loose by the time it was over. An emotional moment, it must have been... too bad the darkness around him would probably crush his spirits no matter what positive thoughts ran across his mind.
That's when he realized his eyes were closed. Cursing himself silently for making such an idiot mistake on his part, he slowly opens them, only to be met with the exact same darkness. So dark, in fact, he thought that his eyes were still closed for a few seconds. It was then that he noticed a smiling figure somewhere off in the distance. He couldn't move at all, and that's when he realized the position he was in. He was lying on the ground, or what was supposed to be the ground, even though there wasn't any ground below him. That makes no damn sense whatsoever. How can one be lying on the ground without a ground to speak of? Just bouncing the question around in his head was just gonna give him a headache, so he resolved to just concentrate on the smiling silhouette.
At this time, the figure appeared to be talking, about what he didn't entirely understand. He mentioned something about the... Omniverse? He didn't remember anyone mentioning that... at any point.. What was it? Just then, a rainbow orb blasting colors all over appeared in front of him, causing a great pain in his eyes. The colors briefly illuminated the darkness, though it was just giving Ballad a good amount of discomfort. Damn his inability to close his eyes... or move.. pain..
It was then that he realized that his left arm, specifically the shoulder portion of it, was paining him greatly. Why, he couldn't recall. In fact, he couldn't remember ANYTHING from about a week in the past. The only thing he did know was that he invented a gun, used a pickaxe a lot, escaped a war, lived alone in a shack, and his arm hurt like hell. Oh, and he was stuck inside a pitch black void called the Omniverse. Go figure.
These thoughts ran through his head, almost forgetting the seizure orb flashing colors in his face before snapping back to reality, listening to the smiling figures explanations. It was apparently called... Omnillium. It can do anything, apparently... like the wick. Or at least a counterpart. The special wick established entire industries, and helped found one. Rather strange...
Continuing to stare at the orb, he grows a little bit tense inside his chest as the orb suddenly dashes towards him, impacting with his body. He doesn't move, and he feels no pain. Or at least no pain from the impact of the orb itself. Speaking of pain, one thing the smiling figure was telling him was that he basically couldn't die. He didn't really know how to feel about that. For starters, that essentially meant he could be tortured forever and feel eternal pain, and he would probably go completely fucking nut-bonkers if that happened. He decided not to think about that any longer than he should.
Suddenly, the smiling figure starts to disappear. At first, Ballad took this as a sign that he was basically going to be left alone forever and ever. Normally, he'd be perfectly okay with this, but he couldn't move AT ALL. What if he had to go to the bathroom? Would he be laying there with eternal constipation? What about food and drink? He'd be sitting there, slowly starving to death and silently begging for water. Only he couldn't starve "to death" or "dehydrate" because he COULDN'T DIE. This entire thing is some sort of weird torture session or something.
Just as he thought he couldn't lay still any longer, the darkness around him begins to fade. Just as quickly as it faded did Ballad become transported to a far different landscape. He was now laying down on a hard, white floor. It felt cold, though he hardly paid attention to it. He grew accustomed to it a long time ago. In front of him was a fountain, with his ears picking up the sound of flowing water from the fountain. He could feel his stomach start to feel a sense of desperation, realizing he hadn't even tried to take a breath. He slowly attempts to breathe, letting out the breath when he feels his stomach muscles move, taking in his breath. He then rolls his eyes down to his torso, seeing his left arm slumped against his left side, his left hand wrapped a little bit around his stomach. Okay, he can breathe, and he can move his eyes around. Time to try the next best thing: wiggling your finger. Slowly, he felt his left index finger wiggle about on his chest. Letting out a satisfied sigh, slowly sliding his hand down to the ground. He slowly pushes himself off of the ground, finding that his left arm doesn't hurt anymore. Groaning, he stands up, looking towards the fountain. He then moves his hands around his body, seeing he had clothes on. Winter clothing, to be exact. He had a red scarf around his mouth, muffling his voice slightly whenever he spoke. On his head was a green trapper hat, clipped around his chin, which explains why he didn't see it fall off when he stood up. He had a green winter coat on, made of what looked to be furs on it, with similarly green pants that were comparable in feeling to silk. His hands were covered in black, leather gloves, and his feet were covered in black winter boots. Those same boots also appeared to be covered in snow, which looked astoundingly similar to the white floor underneath him.
As his right hand slid down his hip, he felt a slightly bulge underneath his coat. Confused, he slowly parts the coat, revealing a belt with plenty of bags, as well as a leather holster. Opening up the leather holster, he pulled out a black, stainless steel revolver. Just then, he remembered. Oh yeah! I made this gun, among about.. hundreds, I think. Double-action... six shots.. hardly any recoil and no drop in accuracy. A true masterpiece. Chuckling to himself, he slides the gun back into its holster, opening up the bags, revealing a bunch of ammunition for the revolver. Continuing to pat himself over, he feels a sudden weight against his back. Annoyed, he turns his head, seeing two straps against his left arm. Connected to those straps was a two-handed pickaxe. Mining pickaxe, to be exact. He should know, considering he's worked with one all his life.
After taking a few minutes to inspect himself and his arsenal, he looks back up to see the fountain. It was about as white as literally everything else in the area, with the only color being the blue water that flowed from it. It had about three levels, each one getting smaller as it went upwards. The levels themselves were circular, with a bunch of ornate decorations to them. The sound of the water called to him, and he smacked his lips a bit underneath his scarf. His tongue felt dry, like he hadn't drank in a while. That's when a light bulb lit up in his head. Didn't that smiling guy mention that this... Omnillium could do pretty much anything? Let's start with making a canteen!
He slowly holds his left hand out into the air, palm facing the sky, or what was probably a sky, considering it was the exact color as literally everything else in that area. Ballad stares at his hand, closing his eyes, thinking of a canteen. Anything that can carry water. Anything. Holy shit, what is taking so long?! Ballad was getting pretty impatient by the time he opened his eyes, only to see the canteen was already in his hand. About three minutes had passed by this time, something Ballad hadn't realized. He was concentrating pretty damn hard.
Opening the canteen, he walks up to the fountain, canteen in his left hand. He then pulls back his scarf, having to tug rather hard due to how tight it was. He then gracefully glides the tip of the canteen against the water, filling the canteen. He then leans his head back, downing a few gulps of water before capping it back up, making a satisfied grunt. He then clips the canteen to his belt, turning away from the fountain. He looks off into the distance, the situation finally seeming to take hold of his mind. He was in a completely white area... with seemingly no way out.. with a fountain to give him water. And he can make literally anything in the world. After some thought, he could only say this:
"What is this place? Some kind of afterlife?"
That's when he realized his eyes were closed. Cursing himself silently for making such an idiot mistake on his part, he slowly opens them, only to be met with the exact same darkness. So dark, in fact, he thought that his eyes were still closed for a few seconds. It was then that he noticed a smiling figure somewhere off in the distance. He couldn't move at all, and that's when he realized the position he was in. He was lying on the ground, or what was supposed to be the ground, even though there wasn't any ground below him. That makes no damn sense whatsoever. How can one be lying on the ground without a ground to speak of? Just bouncing the question around in his head was just gonna give him a headache, so he resolved to just concentrate on the smiling silhouette.
At this time, the figure appeared to be talking, about what he didn't entirely understand. He mentioned something about the... Omniverse? He didn't remember anyone mentioning that... at any point.. What was it? Just then, a rainbow orb blasting colors all over appeared in front of him, causing a great pain in his eyes. The colors briefly illuminated the darkness, though it was just giving Ballad a good amount of discomfort. Damn his inability to close his eyes... or move.. pain..
It was then that he realized that his left arm, specifically the shoulder portion of it, was paining him greatly. Why, he couldn't recall. In fact, he couldn't remember ANYTHING from about a week in the past. The only thing he did know was that he invented a gun, used a pickaxe a lot, escaped a war, lived alone in a shack, and his arm hurt like hell. Oh, and he was stuck inside a pitch black void called the Omniverse. Go figure.
These thoughts ran through his head, almost forgetting the seizure orb flashing colors in his face before snapping back to reality, listening to the smiling figures explanations. It was apparently called... Omnillium. It can do anything, apparently... like the wick. Or at least a counterpart. The special wick established entire industries, and helped found one. Rather strange...
Continuing to stare at the orb, he grows a little bit tense inside his chest as the orb suddenly dashes towards him, impacting with his body. He doesn't move, and he feels no pain. Or at least no pain from the impact of the orb itself. Speaking of pain, one thing the smiling figure was telling him was that he basically couldn't die. He didn't really know how to feel about that. For starters, that essentially meant he could be tortured forever and feel eternal pain, and he would probably go completely fucking nut-bonkers if that happened. He decided not to think about that any longer than he should.
Suddenly, the smiling figure starts to disappear. At first, Ballad took this as a sign that he was basically going to be left alone forever and ever. Normally, he'd be perfectly okay with this, but he couldn't move AT ALL. What if he had to go to the bathroom? Would he be laying there with eternal constipation? What about food and drink? He'd be sitting there, slowly starving to death and silently begging for water. Only he couldn't starve "to death" or "dehydrate" because he COULDN'T DIE. This entire thing is some sort of weird torture session or something.
Just as he thought he couldn't lay still any longer, the darkness around him begins to fade. Just as quickly as it faded did Ballad become transported to a far different landscape. He was now laying down on a hard, white floor. It felt cold, though he hardly paid attention to it. He grew accustomed to it a long time ago. In front of him was a fountain, with his ears picking up the sound of flowing water from the fountain. He could feel his stomach start to feel a sense of desperation, realizing he hadn't even tried to take a breath. He slowly attempts to breathe, letting out the breath when he feels his stomach muscles move, taking in his breath. He then rolls his eyes down to his torso, seeing his left arm slumped against his left side, his left hand wrapped a little bit around his stomach. Okay, he can breathe, and he can move his eyes around. Time to try the next best thing: wiggling your finger. Slowly, he felt his left index finger wiggle about on his chest. Letting out a satisfied sigh, slowly sliding his hand down to the ground. He slowly pushes himself off of the ground, finding that his left arm doesn't hurt anymore. Groaning, he stands up, looking towards the fountain. He then moves his hands around his body, seeing he had clothes on. Winter clothing, to be exact. He had a red scarf around his mouth, muffling his voice slightly whenever he spoke. On his head was a green trapper hat, clipped around his chin, which explains why he didn't see it fall off when he stood up. He had a green winter coat on, made of what looked to be furs on it, with similarly green pants that were comparable in feeling to silk. His hands were covered in black, leather gloves, and his feet were covered in black winter boots. Those same boots also appeared to be covered in snow, which looked astoundingly similar to the white floor underneath him.
As his right hand slid down his hip, he felt a slightly bulge underneath his coat. Confused, he slowly parts the coat, revealing a belt with plenty of bags, as well as a leather holster. Opening up the leather holster, he pulled out a black, stainless steel revolver. Just then, he remembered. Oh yeah! I made this gun, among about.. hundreds, I think. Double-action... six shots.. hardly any recoil and no drop in accuracy. A true masterpiece. Chuckling to himself, he slides the gun back into its holster, opening up the bags, revealing a bunch of ammunition for the revolver. Continuing to pat himself over, he feels a sudden weight against his back. Annoyed, he turns his head, seeing two straps against his left arm. Connected to those straps was a two-handed pickaxe. Mining pickaxe, to be exact. He should know, considering he's worked with one all his life.
After taking a few minutes to inspect himself and his arsenal, he looks back up to see the fountain. It was about as white as literally everything else in the area, with the only color being the blue water that flowed from it. It had about three levels, each one getting smaller as it went upwards. The levels themselves were circular, with a bunch of ornate decorations to them. The sound of the water called to him, and he smacked his lips a bit underneath his scarf. His tongue felt dry, like he hadn't drank in a while. That's when a light bulb lit up in his head. Didn't that smiling guy mention that this... Omnillium could do pretty much anything? Let's start with making a canteen!
He slowly holds his left hand out into the air, palm facing the sky, or what was probably a sky, considering it was the exact color as literally everything else in that area. Ballad stares at his hand, closing his eyes, thinking of a canteen. Anything that can carry water. Anything. Holy shit, what is taking so long?! Ballad was getting pretty impatient by the time he opened his eyes, only to see the canteen was already in his hand. About three minutes had passed by this time, something Ballad hadn't realized. He was concentrating pretty damn hard.
Opening the canteen, he walks up to the fountain, canteen in his left hand. He then pulls back his scarf, having to tug rather hard due to how tight it was. He then gracefully glides the tip of the canteen against the water, filling the canteen. He then leans his head back, downing a few gulps of water before capping it back up, making a satisfied grunt. He then clips the canteen to his belt, turning away from the fountain. He looks off into the distance, the situation finally seeming to take hold of his mind. He was in a completely white area... with seemingly no way out.. with a fountain to give him water. And he can make literally anything in the world. After some thought, he could only say this:
"What is this place? Some kind of afterlife?"
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