User blog:HiIplayMoomoo/The effect of the Banhammer.

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 * It was a cloudy day, I was wandering through the forest. The rain was soft and soundless. I looked ahead to see a tower. The old crooked doors and the mossy stone made it look intimidating, but I traveled on. I went up the wooden stairs, being careful as to not fall through the unstable wood. I climbed the staircase for what seemed to be hours, when I saw the roof above. There was a hatch leading above. I opened it and climbed above. Then, I turned around to see... No. It couldn’t be. It was Iodine perched on the stone, readying his banhammer. He looked at me with his sharp eyes, and sprang.

I woke up in a wet dark room. The room lit up and I saw the same walls that made up the tower. One wall was made of glass and through it I could see Iodine with instead a lantern replacing the banahammer he had wielded. He set the lantern down, and he left.

'' A few days later... ''

The lantern had long burnt out by now. The room was pitch black. I sat in the emptiness, waiting and waiting. I counted the hours as they slowing crawled by. After a week I saw sunlight for the first time in days. I looked ahead to expect Iodine, but instead a different figure. It was Poke. He looked forward and frowned. He got a small knife and cracked the glass. It didn’t break of course, but was weaker. He then set his lantern down and left.

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I am starving, not for food, but for vengeance. I long to escape and get revenge. It has been torturous these weeks in the same dark room with nothing at all. The only thing the room is filled with is hatred. Hatred and sorrow. I gather my energy everyday and claw at the glass. It seems impenetrable and unbreaking. I try a bit everyday to escape this prison. I feel like I have spent years in here.

The last day.

The banhammer replaces love and happiness with hatred and sorrow. I wake up to a foggy figure. After weeks of staring at the same thing, my vision is permanently impaired. The figure I make out is Poke. The glass has been broken and removed. I am taken out of the cellar into a hospital. They treat me and fix my insanity. I go back home, to find it has been deserted.

Abandoned

I search around the fields and turn the corner expecting to see the same busy streets and lively filled houses to find nothing there. The people are gone and the streets closed. The homes abandoned and windows boarded up. I question the remaining people, but nobody has answers. I suspect ever since my torture, the towns have fled fearing the same happen to them and they being ripped from their families. I decide to wait until they come back. If they ever do.