I grab the blue one and hope to smell flowers! o/
creative limboBox 2 purple to match my usual HA (which isn't currently on)... it's also the colour of royalty in ancient times ;)
You see a:
small door pinkbee MEDium door LARGE door Lyonid
I knock and pull vigorously on the large door! o//||
creative limboDeadline = tomorrow noon Subeta time. If I do not have enough participants, prizes will be distributed to those who participated.
I, unfortunately, will be unavailable as of Monday.
I squeeze into the 'small' door
Medium Door
Never too late to win the day
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Prizes sent.
Large door = @ Lyonid WINNER, please set up doors. A dog comes running into home, owner thanks you by granting some wishes.
Medium door = Oh dear, the stressed-out cat is provoked (too much excitement in the past while) and lashes out at you. While trying to run from the hissing furball, you trip on something.
Small door = A mother mouse is upset you woke them up, winds up throwing a rolling pin, which you trip on your way out... but discover something on the floor while facing it face first.
It has been quite the long day at the campsite. Sitting by the fire, singing the silly little songs you grew fond of, you wallow in old memories. You talk about the place you would love to visit, the people you cherish and the dreams that will be conquered eventually. One of the older kids finishes up the spooky story about the Scourging Vessel. A mythical creature that would wander the forests, looking for the petty souls seeking shelter near the fire.
As the stars burn bright, a turquoise dew covers the gooseberry bushes around the camp. You hear whispers. Creatures from the thicket emerge - with legs as long as a tree is high, skin of an unnatural, eerie glow and beaks that would whisper in a foreign tongue. The group splits up in panic. Fear echoes through the suddenly cold forest as you try to make your way through it. After a short run you see a glowing portal.
The yellow portal burns bright and makes you feel nauseous.
The purple portal draws you in with a beautiful, familiar choral.
The green portal slowly closes the longer you think about your next action.
creative limboOugh.. What is this horrid yellow vortex? It's so glaringly bright I think I'm going to be sick!, yet I can't turn back...
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Gluttonous War
In an instant you see yourself entering the portal stomach first. The light fades into pink clouds, angelic spheres and machinery far beyond your understanding. You find yourself on an island of cake where noticeably tall witches fight furiously against a pack of wild cake monsters. It is not clear who will get the upper hand. While you try to process the sensory overload, the pistol in front of you catches your eye. Who will you join in this ancient war of cakes and witches?
Ascension
Your find it difficult to think straight as you feel the freezing cold coming closer. You try to enter the portal, yet it vanishes. Finding yourself surrounded by the unknown beasts, you slowly face your death, falling to your knees. One of the creatures approaches you, its beak high up the starry sky. Suddenly, the whispers stop. A little chick waddles right into you, looking at you with curiosity. As it tiptoes its way to you, the beasts sit down and watch you two bonding. While you play with your new buddy, the menacing creatures vanish. You feel warmth throughout your whole body, for this baby will be yours to raise.
I will never come back
With one step into the portal you see your life passing by in front of your very eyes. Not only do you witness the wonderful things you adore, but also the little moments that made you the person that you are right now. The world as a movie, you as the main attraction - the moment leaves you speechless. While you traverse this vortex of memories, an island emerges in the distance. As you find foot after the ride, you feel warm sand caressing your feet. You shout for people - and they arrive. You look for clarity - and everything makes sense. You think of rest and see yourself making your way to a lone shack at the beach where you find some clothes and a piece of paper. "You win."
creative limboThanks again. That was really neato. okie dokie my turn. I'm keeping it simple because my brain is tired today.
Purple claimed by Thistle
Black claimed by Ruby_Blade
Orange claimed by Starscream
Orange
Never too late to win the day
[Item=Ray of Hope]

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.. Alfred, Lord Tennyson