07-01-2016, 09:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2016, 03:05 PM by Grumblesnakes.)
Oh, well done. Welcome to Grumblequest 2016, friends. Lucky for you (and unlucky for your ponies) no one has been eliminated this round. After all, what fun would it be to send you home after just standing around in a nice, cushy stall for a day or two? That's basically a swanky spa vacation. Hardly a nightmare to haunt a horse for the rest of their days. So let's fix that, shall we?
The stall door slowly swings open, and in walks Grumbles. He doesn't look like much, a tiny little man who doesn't even come up to your chin. He gives you a good once-over, dispassionately taking in your strengths, your weaknesses. Ah, and there are a few of you he recognizes. He crooks a finger, and whether you like it or not, your head lowers until he can reach out and stroke your forehead, your cheek, a twisted little grin on his face.
“Well hello again,” he says to each of his old friends, looking you in the eye. He trails his fingertips over Shan's scars, over the band of black on Malis's face, over the dark purple of Sleaze's coat. “Looking lovelier than ever, hmm?” And he runs those slender fingers along Malis's horns, adding, “Ah, these are new. They suit you, somehow. Should have thought of them myself.”
To the new friends, he says nothing, not so much as an introduction. He just smiles that devilish little smile of his and runs his hands over your face, your neck, getting to know you. New friend or old, he pulls out a halter and buckles it onto you. The moment the halter is in place, a strange placidity washes over you. You find you can move again, but no matter how hard you try, you can't make yourself fight him. Instead, completely disregarding your orders, your body calmly follows along behind him as he leads you out of your stall and down the aisle into what can only be called a torture chamber.
He brings you to the center of the chamber, and still that damned halter keeps you from harming him. Even as he tortures you in creative and excruciating ways. Oh, he puts you through the ringer, too. Deadpool style, he inflicts as much pain and suffering as he can to uncover any hidden potential for power, any magic or mutation buried deep in your blood, in the marrow of your bones, in the darkest recesses of your mind.
Run wild with this. Be creative. Make it hurt, make it burn, make it take your lovely pony to the breaking point. He'll twist them, freeze them, drown them, steal the air from their lungs, anything you want. Go nuts. And he'll patch them back up every time, tearing them apart and putting them back together until he turns them into his perfect weapon. They can't hurt him while they're wearing the halter, and because Grumbles is a tricky beast there is nothing they can do to get the halter off. All that unnatural calm, though, that's gone the second the torture starts.
He will only stop when they can't take any more. So be as gruesome as you have to be, and take your pony to the edge of sanity (and beyond if you have to). Stop just as they're about to break. This can take as long as you like, Grumbles isn't picky and as far as he's concerned he's got all the time in the world. After all, your pony is hardly his only weapon.
You have until Monday at 10PM CST. If you have any questions, you know the drill. PM, cbox, OOC board.
Q&A
Okay, so what's the deal with the like, magic bit? Are we supposed to come up with powers the torture unlocks or whatever? Or do we wait for Grumbles? Help!
Whoops, sorry. That's my bad, I did not clarify. Your job is the torture. I'll handle the results of it.
Um, different ponies are different heights. Soooo how tall is Grumbles?
Yeah, it made sense in my head. He'll just be variable in height, whatever, he's magic. Don't even worry about it, just roll with the info you were given. Chin-height is still good.
Just physical torture, or is mental okay too?
Oh, by all means. Mental is excellent. You be as creative as you want, do the most damage. Mental/emotional trauma is an excellent form of torture. Grumbles approves of this direction.
The stall door slowly swings open, and in walks Grumbles. He doesn't look like much, a tiny little man who doesn't even come up to your chin. He gives you a good once-over, dispassionately taking in your strengths, your weaknesses. Ah, and there are a few of you he recognizes. He crooks a finger, and whether you like it or not, your head lowers until he can reach out and stroke your forehead, your cheek, a twisted little grin on his face.
“Well hello again,” he says to each of his old friends, looking you in the eye. He trails his fingertips over Shan's scars, over the band of black on Malis's face, over the dark purple of Sleaze's coat. “Looking lovelier than ever, hmm?” And he runs those slender fingers along Malis's horns, adding, “Ah, these are new. They suit you, somehow. Should have thought of them myself.”
To the new friends, he says nothing, not so much as an introduction. He just smiles that devilish little smile of his and runs his hands over your face, your neck, getting to know you. New friend or old, he pulls out a halter and buckles it onto you. The moment the halter is in place, a strange placidity washes over you. You find you can move again, but no matter how hard you try, you can't make yourself fight him. Instead, completely disregarding your orders, your body calmly follows along behind him as he leads you out of your stall and down the aisle into what can only be called a torture chamber.
He brings you to the center of the chamber, and still that damned halter keeps you from harming him. Even as he tortures you in creative and excruciating ways. Oh, he puts you through the ringer, too. Deadpool style, he inflicts as much pain and suffering as he can to uncover any hidden potential for power, any magic or mutation buried deep in your blood, in the marrow of your bones, in the darkest recesses of your mind.
Run wild with this. Be creative. Make it hurt, make it burn, make it take your lovely pony to the breaking point. He'll twist them, freeze them, drown them, steal the air from their lungs, anything you want. Go nuts. And he'll patch them back up every time, tearing them apart and putting them back together until he turns them into his perfect weapon. They can't hurt him while they're wearing the halter, and because Grumbles is a tricky beast there is nothing they can do to get the halter off. All that unnatural calm, though, that's gone the second the torture starts.
He will only stop when they can't take any more. So be as gruesome as you have to be, and take your pony to the edge of sanity (and beyond if you have to). Stop just as they're about to break. This can take as long as you like, Grumbles isn't picky and as far as he's concerned he's got all the time in the world. After all, your pony is hardly his only weapon.
You have until Monday at 10PM CST. If you have any questions, you know the drill. PM, cbox, OOC board.
Q&A
Okay, so what's the deal with the like, magic bit? Are we supposed to come up with powers the torture unlocks or whatever? Or do we wait for Grumbles? Help!
Whoops, sorry. That's my bad, I did not clarify. Your job is the torture. I'll handle the results of it.
Um, different ponies are different heights. Soooo how tall is Grumbles?
Yeah, it made sense in my head. He'll just be variable in height, whatever, he's magic. Don't even worry about it, just roll with the info you were given. Chin-height is still good.
Just physical torture, or is mental okay too?
Oh, by all means. Mental is excellent. You be as creative as you want, do the most damage. Mental/emotional trauma is an excellent form of torture. Grumbles approves of this direction.