Post by promise on Jan 19, 2014 23:29:40 GMT
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welcome to hell's asylum
The land you see before you, makes you realize your fate as soon as you step within it. A major portion of the land is blackened with the ashes of fallen trees, dead grass, broken glass, and soil that is still a bit hot to the touch. All from a fire that had descended upon the asylum like Hell had marked it as his home. But, as soon as you enter the large structure that resides on the land, you'll find tiled flooring with miniscule black spots. The walls are blackened from the flames of the fire that had destroyed much of the land. The glass in the windows lay broken outside the building, surrounding it in a protective barrier. A thousand rooms line the four stories of the asylum, offering a place to sleep for a thousand canines. Each room is lined with blackened walls, a single bed with half burnt sheets, and curtains that were half singed by the fire. On the main floor is a room that used to be labeled as the cafeteria. Tables line the perimeter of the room, and beyond the tables is the kitchen. The smell of food still lingers there, and the stove still remains hot to the touch. The stove, alone, is enough to heat the cafeteria during winter. In another room; on the other side of the hallway from the kitchen, a large throne-like chair sits in the center of the room; demanding everyone's attention. It is the chair that only the alpha may sit in, but there are couches surrounding the front of the chair that other members of the pack may sit on; or there is the floor. In a corner of the room sits a television that still works, despite having been touched by the flames. Beyond the asylum lays a tiny forest that offers enough prey for a growing pack, and next to the forest is a small lake that offers water to quench a canine's thirst. That lake is only used for drinking, but beyond that lake is another lake where canines may bathe if they so wish. But, beware. Because, at night, the screams and shrieks of the humans; that had once lived within the asylum, can be heard for miles. It is even possible to smell the scent of burning flesh, occasionally. Another thing to beware of...; The land is owned by the nefarious Satan, and he doesn't take shit from anyone.