Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 12, 2010 23:57:02 GMT -5
(I'm gunna' use our names for this one.)
This place is crawling with the most magnificent horrors ever designed by the twisted hand of a mad God... and I am lost in it. My guide has dissapeared into the dense treeline ahead to search for Duarte. He went missing some hours ago after screaming about some kind of fate. It was no doubt the effects of some hallucinogenic plant he accidentally ate. Mr. Trask has fallen victim to a venomous snake. We had to leave him behind at the native peoples' village. The villagers say they will take care of him and he will live to see home again but our guide made certain hand gestures to me that said otherwise. Ruben Resendiz and Tony Gonzalez went quite mad. After a sleepless night I got up around 3 AM to see Gonzalez a couple of meters away from our camp in the fetal position. He was rocking back and forth sitting in the middle of a giant ant hill. They were crawling all over him devouring his flesh but he simply sat there rocking and smiling while chanting "Feel no pain...Feel no pain...Feel no pain." Our guide told us to leave him. The ants from this area are a special kind. Their bite is so painfull it is as if you are stabbed with white hot tweezers and then your flesh is ripped out from beneath the first layers of skin. Resendiz told us he had to do something important so he left for a couple of hours much against the reccomendations of our guide. He later came back with a sharpened stick and he tried to attack Ms. White. I had to shoot him before he killed one of us. Untill the guide returns with or without Duarte I am stuck with Ms. White. I have been keeping my distance from her as she has been acting suspicious ever since Mr. Resendiz attacked her. I fear she has gone mad as well.
...
It has been a couple of hours. Lo and behold! Someone walks through the trees but it is not our guide that we desperately need but Oscar Duarte. He seems calmer now but from his appearance without the guide, I have gotten just a little anxious. "Hey! Duarte! You got the crazy out of ya' yet? I need at least one person to talk to! Where's the guide?" I yell at him as he approaches.
"Yeah, would you stop calling me 'Duarte?' I'm fine but you calling me by my last name just gets on my nerves and you being annoying really won't help this situation!"
"Well, whatever! Where the fuck is the guide!?" I frantically yell over the sound of heavy wildlife.
"I don't know. He found me sitting near a big tree but he just told me where to go to find you guys again. He said to wait here. He'll be gone for a day, tops. We have enough food for a while. You still have the swedish fire starter? Oh, and what do you mean? Why isn't Samantha talking to you?"
"Yeah I have it. And I don't know what's wrong with Ms. White. She just refuses to talk at all. Hope she doesn't end up like Gonzalez."
"Damn it! I told, call us by our first names! This isn't a game anymore, Nick!" We bicker for a while about who's fault it was and why I should be acting more mature about this. I didn't know I was being immature. I just picked up a habit of calling my friends by last name before this trip to the Amazon started. I thought it would be more adventurous. Oscar thinks it is frustrating.
This place is crawling with the most magnificent horrors ever designed by the twisted hand of a mad God... and I am lost in it. My guide has dissapeared into the dense treeline ahead to search for Duarte. He went missing some hours ago after screaming about some kind of fate. It was no doubt the effects of some hallucinogenic plant he accidentally ate. Mr. Trask has fallen victim to a venomous snake. We had to leave him behind at the native peoples' village. The villagers say they will take care of him and he will live to see home again but our guide made certain hand gestures to me that said otherwise. Ruben Resendiz and Tony Gonzalez went quite mad. After a sleepless night I got up around 3 AM to see Gonzalez a couple of meters away from our camp in the fetal position. He was rocking back and forth sitting in the middle of a giant ant hill. They were crawling all over him devouring his flesh but he simply sat there rocking and smiling while chanting "Feel no pain...Feel no pain...Feel no pain." Our guide told us to leave him. The ants from this area are a special kind. Their bite is so painfull it is as if you are stabbed with white hot tweezers and then your flesh is ripped out from beneath the first layers of skin. Resendiz told us he had to do something important so he left for a couple of hours much against the reccomendations of our guide. He later came back with a sharpened stick and he tried to attack Ms. White. I had to shoot him before he killed one of us. Untill the guide returns with or without Duarte I am stuck with Ms. White. I have been keeping my distance from her as she has been acting suspicious ever since Mr. Resendiz attacked her. I fear she has gone mad as well.
...
It has been a couple of hours. Lo and behold! Someone walks through the trees but it is not our guide that we desperately need but Oscar Duarte. He seems calmer now but from his appearance without the guide, I have gotten just a little anxious. "Hey! Duarte! You got the crazy out of ya' yet? I need at least one person to talk to! Where's the guide?" I yell at him as he approaches.
"Yeah, would you stop calling me 'Duarte?' I'm fine but you calling me by my last name just gets on my nerves and you being annoying really won't help this situation!"
"Well, whatever! Where the fuck is the guide!?" I frantically yell over the sound of heavy wildlife.
"I don't know. He found me sitting near a big tree but he just told me where to go to find you guys again. He said to wait here. He'll be gone for a day, tops. We have enough food for a while. You still have the swedish fire starter? Oh, and what do you mean? Why isn't Samantha talking to you?"
"Yeah I have it. And I don't know what's wrong with Ms. White. She just refuses to talk at all. Hope she doesn't end up like Gonzalez."
"Damn it! I told, call us by our first names! This isn't a game anymore, Nick!" We bicker for a while about who's fault it was and why I should be acting more mature about this. I didn't know I was being immature. I just picked up a habit of calling my friends by last name before this trip to the Amazon started. I thought it would be more adventurous. Oscar thinks it is frustrating.