Well most of the officers read it like it was time to dress up rave party like and blow on their whistles but one general came forward and volunteered for the -i scream- room... He had a complicated psyche, and his worst fear metastasized as a giant mutant spider crossbred with an ant with a baby's head or two coming out of it with snakes coming out of the babies mouths and hideous sounds like from the scariest horror movie (for the general)... Coupled with some concoction of drug that only made the experience seem neverending and more fearful... Alex and the others watched in rapt interest on video displays while the man screamed in the darkened room, tormented by phantoms rendered up by sophisticated 3d technology... The whole ordeal took half an hour, but in the mind of the man in the room, the drugs and the horror, the screams, the violation of his psyche made it a timeless, unforgettable event that left an indelible image, not only on his mind, but indeed his very soul...
Well the others were happy to put on their flurescent, glow in the dark meshed tops and brandish their whistles and glo-sticks, i can tell u... And when the gutsy general was all i-screamed out, he was brought out of the room by alex, on a wheelchair and given an ice cream
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