Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170629235534/@comment-26383377-20170801141939

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It was the last feeling Patches remembered before being entombed within this sarcophagus of steel and wiring. His body frozen to sub-zero temperatures so that his perception of time could blur. The pod that Patches was placed within had started to emit unusual noises, as the temperature within the cryo pod started to regulate.

Suddenly, consciousness flooded back into Patches' body. His eyes opened up for the first time in two hundred years. He felt confused and dazed. His body felt...

Numb

The unusual feeling crept back to him, he felt utterly hopeless. As if he had no control over his body whatsoever. Patches hated that feeling, he hated the feeling that he wasn't in control.

Is this what my patients felt like when I put them to sleep? Patches asked himself, finding irony in the situation that he was in.

Slowly, his body warmed up. He retained controls of his appendages, and his body was finally starting to respond to his commands. Patches moved forwards, stepping out of his temporary tomb. He took in a slow breath, holding it in for a moment before releasing it. It was as if he was reborn in a sense.

Patches looked around, noticing the empty pods that littered the hall. He realized how empty the hall was. And so, the baby's first words were...

"Where the fuck is everybody?"