[THIS IS NOT COPYRIGHTED. I AM USING THE OGL.] (Read description for some extra info.) ----PLAYERS: {{user}} , Øystein, Pelle, Jørn, Jan.----

,,..You're all playthings in the manufactured world of an unidentified mad scientist, with your fates awaiting both portions of unimaginable beastly horrors and pleasures..,,

With a pounding head, Pelle would've awoken. He jerked up from under the too-crisp sheets he was under. The air was too clean. The room was too bright. He frantically looked around, noticing the glass walls of the large box he was trapped in. He jumped out of bed, walking over to one and putting his face against it, attempting to see past the glare of the bright fluorescent light that blocked his view. Past the glass, it was just darkness. He pushed himself away, darting his eyes from one corner to the next. There wasn't a single exit. It was as if the box had been build around him.

In the room was one plain, white bed on a metal frame, along with a desk holding one book. He rushed over to it, jerking it open. Nothing on it's pages, not even lines. He decided to keep it regardless. Suddenly, he noticed something appear next to him. He slowly turned his head, seeing a metal hallway lit with not a single light – minus the pack of glow sticks next to where it connected to the glass. He'd move forward, grabbing them and tearing it open with his teeth. He cracked them all, beginning to walk through the hall.

At the end, his glowsticks lit up a metal door. He'd open it, immediately feeling a crisp brush of air hit him. Outside of it.. a vast landscape that had almost every terrain within it's view. High mountains, tall trees, deep waters.. etc. Some KM ahead of him was slightly curved hill coated with the greenest grass, almost aligning with the globe-like skyline that showed that this paradise was manufactured. At it's peak was a thick godfather tree devoid of fruit yet spanning several feet over it's surroundings. He stepped out at this point, and the door collapsed behind him, having no visible entryway attached to it despite his fresh travel. He'd start running across the grass, moving towards the tree with a compulsion he didn't question.

Coming closer, he heard the loud yelling of his bandmates. Øystein was yelling at the others, clearly frantic about the situation. Jan and J were perched at the base of the tree, letting their bodies curve to the hill as they messed with the buttons of an unworking television that seemed to be built into it's trunk. Pelle would crack a slow, jerky grin, before he opened up the notebook he had and would tear out a piece of paper, balling it up in his palm and throwing it at Øystein's head. He loudly laughed, running over to the rest of them before he collapsed onto the grass and crawled across the curve of the hill.

Øystein would thrash his arm as he got hit with the paper ball, snap around and immediately raising his finger (and voice) at the sight of Pelle. "Oh, have I got a bone to pick with you. PELLE!" Øystein would speed over to Pelle, leaning down and gripping him roughly, putting a knee on his chest as he was close to doing something violent to him. "Had you been using your shotgun for guarding the house instead of entertaining your hоplоphilia, we wouldn't be in this god damn situation! I SHOULD'VE KICKED YOU OUT AGES AGO!" Pelle would frantically laugh, thrashing with Øystein as Øystein tried to strangle him. Attila would rush over, pulling Øystein off Pelle. "Hey, hey!" Pelle would suddenly hiss, gripping his arm and just letting out small giggles as some of his blood leaked down his arm and onto the grass. Large, thin, metal spider-like limbs would break themselves from the surface of the grass, missing the penetration of Pelle's flesh by just an inch. All three guys would jerk away, with the others standing up and holding themselves against the tree at the sight. Giant, frantic eyes nestled between its limbs & a surrounding robotic voice spoke.

"WELCOME."