hwen4
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:44 PM |
-Narrated by Hwen- -Subconscious developed by CaptinCook1998- Shepard, do you remember what year it is? Where you live? What happen to your mother? Your father? Well... Let me remind you. The year is 1975, and you live in a Communist Czechoslovakia, in the capital of Prague. Your father, and mother were taken in last week (For participating in a Democratic protest), and the police said you were to stay home, and that they would come to get you later. You packed your bags, and waited, but... No-one came; it seems that they've forgotten you. The door is unlocked, and you're running out of food. You are very hungry right now... What will you do? |
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:45 PM |
| Take my stuff and leave, and go looking for food. |
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hwen4
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:49 PM |
| Your suit-case is quite heavy for a ten year old such as yourself, however, you try your best, making your way to the door, and to the outside world. Heavy fog and rain greets you as you exit the brick building, entering what appears to be a back ally-way as you hear the quiet sounds of activity all around you. This is home, and by now you have familiarized yourself with the sounds of dirty ash, and air, and the faint sounds of beatings by the police, such is life. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:52 PM |
| I want to go to the nearest store. |
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hwen4
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:52 PM |
| *Smells of dirty ash and air. Prague is an industrialized area within communist Czechoslovakia. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:54 PM |
| The nearest store you know of is the local Grocer, which down the ally way, and up the street. You have a friend, Alois who works there for bread. You and him play ball together often in the streets. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:57 PM |
| I head there hoping to get some bread from my friend. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 02:59 PM |
(I apologize for not have "is", I'll be more careful.) Walking down the ally-way, you make it to a quite empty street; except, you notice that a large crowd is up it, near the grocer where your friend works. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:05 PM |
| You walk up the street. The crowd is quite large, clumped, and surrounding the grocer. You notice several people, Mr.Julius, Miss Ritchion, along with your friends Adela, and Mitchell. However, attempting to get closer will be difficult, and would require you to leave your suit-case. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:14 PM |
Dropping your suitcase, you squeeze through the crowd till you reach the front. You see police, wearing blue uniforms; carrying batons, pistols, and torches, they shout vulgar language to the crowd as they attempt to clear a path for their vehicle. A line of men and a boy seem to be handcuffed, sitting with their backs to the crowd as they beg for mercy, receiving none. The boy upon first glance is your friend Alois. "Get back or we'll shoot!" You hear a older gentlemen donning the police uniform yell. He lifts up his rifle and points to the crowd. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:16 PM |
| "That's my friend!" I shout trying to appease to the good side of the policemen. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:23 PM |
Your weak, young voice only gets the police officer's attention as he looks at you wild eyed, "It-it's the kid who's parents we put out," He yells, pointing the gun at you. People of the crowd are beginning to get restless, it seems like a revolt is going to occur soon. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:24 PM |
| I back away and try to locate my bag. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:30 PM |
You cannot back away, the crowd behind you is forcing you forward as the man continues to point his weapon at you, "Th-this is your fault, your damn parents fault!" He yells. Inciting the crowd, they rush forward as, in panic, the officer pulls the trigger, grazing your shoulder as he is tackled to the ground. You fall as well, and in a moment your body is trampled upon, your arm being turned wildly, broken as bullets fly, people die, and a revolt begins. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:33 PM |
| I try to get up and leave the crowd. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:38 PM |
You struggle to stand, as you attempt to escape the battle-field. Bullets fly, as the screams of hate come from men; women and children run in all directions, and the sound of glass breaking fills your ear-drums and people raid the grocer. After a few quick steps, you fall to the ground tripping over a dead body. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:40 PM |
| I hide among the dead, trying to be still as possible. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:43 PM |
| You're scared, shaking and crying quietly as you hide between two larger men; your arm broken, arched upon one man, its pain almost unbearable as you feel yourself going numb and sleepy. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:49 PM |
| You awake hours later. It is dark out, and you are being carried by two bulky men. The smell of death fills your nostrils as you are swung into a truck, falling quietly upon humans, all deceased. As soon as you are dropped, the door of the truck closes, and the ignition starts. You are now moving. |
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| 10 Jun 2014 03:53 PM |
| (Ok) I jump out of the truck. |
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