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Post by LW on Apr 27, 2011 0:00:47 GMT -5
Parent's have always past down the stories of what happens to bad and unwanted children, throughout time. That if they do not behave, show love, and please their parents then the Boogie Man would come to take them from their beds and home forever. To further their stories to strike fear in their children, they would bring up missing children and say that the Boogie Man took them away.
The parents never knew how right they where! The Boogie Men where very real and they took the children, the good, the bad, the unwanted and the abused. They did not care, if the child sparked their interest, the child would be taken from under the bed, the closet and anywhere they held darkness. They brought them to their world, marked them and told them this was now their home. They put the children to work, promising freedom if they kept the Boogies pleased.
Now stuck in the world of monsters the children are forced into slavery for their 'crimes' in life. Few have escaped of bother good and bad, but they didn't seem to have escaped...but disappeared. In a world of darkness where fear is as common as a sneeze and the future is bleak, where can light and hope be found? Perhaps in the hearts of the children themselves, but is that light of hope enough to help them survive their fate?
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Currently, there has been whispers in the halls and in the dark of a few humans saying they have had enough. They want a better life and now they are going to try and take back what has been stolen. It is a large gamble and no one is sure how this will work. But at night there have been attacks made on Boogies and things being taken or twisted about for a sick joke. No one knows who is behind it or if the whispers are true.
But it seems a rebellion might be building in the darkness among humans, and word has spread among them if they have the guts, heart, and mind set--then they needed to come to the Fun House at dark and find the tunnels. And how do they find them? By a riddle that has been scratched into the wooden wall of the tunnels...or simply by invitation.
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