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#5. The more confident you are the more fun enemies like Dark Elves have trying to break you and the longer they'll spend torturing you.
Dark Elves are similar to Dark Eldar in how they enjoy torturing and whatnot, and what's a Dark Eldar's favourite play thing? It's a Space Marine, because they're tough, resilient and refuse to talk, so they last longer and are ultimately more fun to break.
If Abros appears weak, she'll get bored much quicker and he'll have to endure less.
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#5. The more confident you are the more fun enemies like Dark Elves have trying to break you and the longer they'll spend torturing you.
Dark Elves are similar to Dark Eldar in how they enjoy torturing and whatnot, and what's a Dark Eldar's favourite play thing? It's a Space Marine, because they're tough, resilient and refuse to talk, so they last longer and are ultimately more fun to break.
If Abros appears weak, she'll get bored much quicker and he'll have to endure less.
This. Im going with 5 as well.
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Joined: Sat Nov 28, 2009 4:41 am Posts: 7945 Location: Wollongong, Australia
Why are you all so determined to put him through the most pain possible? Put yourself in his shoes right now. Would you rather suffer incredible amounts just so you can maintain a tiny bit of pride in the face of a foe who you'll hopefully not meet again and that will eventually break you anyway, or would you rather suffer the minimum amount before making your escape?
The bigger you are, the harder you fall, and in this case, his pride will be utterly crushed along with his body and spirit.
Perhaps you're all just Druchii spies...
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Why are you all so determined to put him through the most pain possible? Put him in your shoes right now. Would you rather suffer incredible amounts just so you can maintain a tiny bit of pride in the face of a foe who you'll hopefully not meet again and that will eventually break you anyway, or would you rather suffer the minimum amount before making your escape?
The bigger you are, the harder you fall, and in this case, his pride will be utterly crushed along with his body and spirit.
Perhaps you're all just Druchii spies...
Hmm, methinks playing Skaven has rubbed off on you a bit Zero. And if he appears strong, the Sorceress will (possibly) take longer to break him, giving him an extended opportunity to escape.
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Abros hesitated only slightly before he began his confident stride towards the Sorceress. He kept his head up high and attempted to look directly at her hoping that his lack of fear might prove helpful in some way. She watched him as he approached.
The distance between them closed rapidly, far quicker than Slant had wanted it to. He walked through the doors into the room she sat in and he looked upon her properly for the first time.
She had long flowing dark black hair that settled both over and down her slender shoulders covering most of her upper body. Her deep purple close-fitting attire was minimal at best and he tried to keep his eyes on hers to prevent himself from being defeated by her feminine allure. Her eyes were black as stone and surrounded by a chalky effect that could have been some sort of permanent tattoo or perhaps just Elvish make-up. Abros really didn’t know if such a thing even existed for Elves. She had piercings running down the right side of her cheek that shone blacker as he watched; but she still hadn’t moved when he stopped moving before her.
Her thin, long arms stretched out on either side of the throne that she sat on, enclosed within tight purple gloves that revealed curved fingernails escaping from the tips. Her legs were completely bare save for a thin purple cloth that was attached to the centre of a black gem embedded in her stomach and fell down to the ground between her feet. Abros tried not to look but found he was unable to prevent himself from acknowledging the thin-heeled black boots that she wore; her legs were impossibly long and attractive. He couldn’t help but find himself amazed at her dark beauty. Until now he hadn’t considered this a possibility whatsoever.
He guessed that she looked about as young as a human female would aged similar to himself although he knew that Elves aged very differently to humans.
‘A man walks forward as though equal,’ the voice came from behind Abros and he turned instinctively to look that way. The Sorceress stood in the doorway to the room, dressed exactly as she had been on the throne only now she held a long staff with a black stone cut into its shaft. Abros recoiled back to look and the throne was now empty, as though she had never been there at all.
He turned back to the doorway but the Sorceress was not there either. A sharp cracking pierced his ears and a sting worse than he had ever felt smacked across the top of both his feet. He’d not worn shoes since he had been put in the cell and he toppled to the floor in pain, only quickly stealing a glance of the Sorceress stood to his left having swung a long black whip directly across his feet. He pressed his forehead to the cold floor and then looked up to the throne where the Dark Elf sat again as though she had never moved. The pain in his feet remained.
‘A man falls like a human easily enough,’ the same voice spoke only this time Abros saw her black lips move as the words came out.
‘Rise, human, and tell me. Do you value your body or your soul?’
Abros looked at her. She stared back at him as seductive as ever.
1 – Stay on the floor and say nothing. 2 – Stay on the floor and tell her he values his body. 3 – Stay on the floor and tell her he values his soul. 4 – Rise but say nothing 5 – Rise and tell her he values his body. 6 – Rise and tell her he values his soul.
Regards, Sparker
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#7. Rise and punch her in the face. Or failing that #4, to keep up the facade of manliness. Scratch that, I go #6, because Zero is right, as usual (small grumble).
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Out of interest, how do you write this? Do you put up the six options, work out the six storylines and the six options at the end, or wait for a vote to write them or what? It's a very clever story incidently, and extremely enjoyable
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4, its nice to be able to agree with the masses for once. But yeah, lets keep being tough.
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