These are baseless assumptions, but this aura doesn’t give me the feeling of intentionally positive. Anger, hate, resentment, disdain, loathing are all channeled into unholy force that can ruin the life of a single person or their entire bloodline, or in this case, a place that people called home. “Now how would a curse go about making me feel in tune with myself? Curses are meant to curse. But while it may be drab, it still manages to make me feel at peace. That’s the only way I’d explain the drab color blanketing the place. “Now, if my assumptions were to have any merit whatsoever, then I’d have to say this dainty little town has been struck with one dastardly curse. The smirk on her face starts pan out into a full-blown smile, big enough to scare the heart out of a baby, while she flails the tip of her tongue. Whenever she thinks she’s onto something, this is how she reacts. Suddenly, Masacade starts to stick out the tip of her tongue that’s split in half like snakes’. She probably thinks they got turned into wafts of wind and blew away. The people probably left because they got freaked out by the blue fog, or whatever the hell it could be. I’d assumed it’s why there’s no one here, but that’d be too straightforward for her. What could she be thinking about? That’s a wonderful question. It should be bustling with people, but instead, there’s no one.” Dazed by her own wonder, Masacade closes her eyes and puts her pointer finger to her chin, smirking all the way through her thought process. Why is this village completely devoid of life? This place looks to be well kept. I need to start drawing out maps or keeping a compass on hand.”ĭraw a map? Really? Might as well leave yourself a trail of breadcrumbs while you’re at it. It could’ve been north, south, east, west, or perhaps a combination of all of those directions. I don’t even remember which way I walked to get here.
“It’s such a shame to come stumbling across such a well-put-together town. “Blueberries and caramel”? Where did she even come up with that? It’d be a lot easier to process her thoughts if she allowed herself to be phased by the unexplained phenomena, but she can’t even be bothered to offer that mercy. To be honest, I don’t even know what she’s thinking half of the time. Visibility is also normal here, but it looks like the town is trapped in an eternal night.
What throws off perception even further is how the blue appears to be dripping out of the sky, like paint being overrun with water. The only color that’s noticeable is red, barely at that. The colors of the rest of the town are near impossible to make out, due to a deep blue cascading the entirety of the sky. On close inspection, all of the buildings are made of bold red brick, not being more than arm’s length apart. She’ll burn down an orphanage, as long she can justify the action in her head.īut arson aside, what she needs to focus on now is where she’s managed to wander off to.Ī town with a thin brick road between all of its architecture. A woman so focused on living for herself, she can’t help but wonder what inspires her to do what she does, not that she really cares. There isn’t any thought behind it, she doesn’t find it taxing on her body, and most of all, she can let her mind get carried away. Walking for her is the equivalent of sleeping her life away. Masacade never knows where her boredom might take her. It has a… coddling feel to it,” Masacade says, thinking aloud. This place smells like blueberries and caramel, and the atmosphere here is comforting as well.