richardp
26-07-2010, 08:19 PM
Blood is seeping down the drains.
Chopped off legs and arms are cruelly discarded. Unwanted bones and spare fat are torn off the flesh and left to rot.
The dead number in the hundreds. And they were all killed by one.
The sight is hideous and it makes my stomach cramp.
Oh, hello there. Welcome to a slaughterhouse in Bratislava, 1892. My name is Bohdan. You look like you've travelled far. Allow yourself to rest a moment, but not for too long. You look tired. Here, have a drink. No? Suit yourself.
We don't have much time. We'd better get moving before the streets get overcrowded with drunks and prostitutes. I wouldn't carry that satchel of money in public. Keep it well hidden or you'll get us both killed. A suspicious looking outsider like yourself should be wary of people asking questions. The police - agh. Don't get me started.
Look - a coach. Let's get inside and get to your destination. You do trust me, don't you? Don't you. Good. I promise I won't harm you. Your clothes look so...futuristic. Allow me to touch, I - no. I shouldn't touch. Not after last time. Okay, let's venture forth.
This is Marianka mansion in the village of the same name. I'm sorry it's a little dark - we're surrounded by a forest high-up overlooking Bratislava. Oh, look. It's started to snow. Let us take a walk. Driver, move on!
A magnificent sight, eh? Look at how the creepers grow over the stone. It's hard to find your way around here at night. It's best if we keep to the stone path.
Nobody lives in the mansion anymore. The villagers commisioned me to demolish it. I couldn't carry out such a deed, not after what happened here many years ago. Ah, you haven't heard, have you, traveller? A terrible series of events. Ghastly. Blood-curdling. Your clothes, I - no, don't let me. Please, I'm sorry. Let's go inside. Don't touch anything unless I tell you that you can.
Are you prepared for what I'm about to reveal to you?
Then we must go onwards...
Chopped off legs and arms are cruelly discarded. Unwanted bones and spare fat are torn off the flesh and left to rot.
The dead number in the hundreds. And they were all killed by one.
The sight is hideous and it makes my stomach cramp.
Oh, hello there. Welcome to a slaughterhouse in Bratislava, 1892. My name is Bohdan. You look like you've travelled far. Allow yourself to rest a moment, but not for too long. You look tired. Here, have a drink. No? Suit yourself.
We don't have much time. We'd better get moving before the streets get overcrowded with drunks and prostitutes. I wouldn't carry that satchel of money in public. Keep it well hidden or you'll get us both killed. A suspicious looking outsider like yourself should be wary of people asking questions. The police - agh. Don't get me started.
Look - a coach. Let's get inside and get to your destination. You do trust me, don't you? Don't you. Good. I promise I won't harm you. Your clothes look so...futuristic. Allow me to touch, I - no. I shouldn't touch. Not after last time. Okay, let's venture forth.
This is Marianka mansion in the village of the same name. I'm sorry it's a little dark - we're surrounded by a forest high-up overlooking Bratislava. Oh, look. It's started to snow. Let us take a walk. Driver, move on!
A magnificent sight, eh? Look at how the creepers grow over the stone. It's hard to find your way around here at night. It's best if we keep to the stone path.
Nobody lives in the mansion anymore. The villagers commisioned me to demolish it. I couldn't carry out such a deed, not after what happened here many years ago. Ah, you haven't heard, have you, traveller? A terrible series of events. Ghastly. Blood-curdling. Your clothes, I - no, don't let me. Please, I'm sorry. Let's go inside. Don't touch anything unless I tell you that you can.
Are you prepared for what I'm about to reveal to you?
Then we must go onwards...