A music hits your ears, a light is upon you from the ceiling, alone except for the music, who seems to come from beyond the grave.
Standing in the hall, in front of the huge oak doors, You feel a chill running up your spine and down on your skin. You shiver, your mouth is dry, this is the moment of truth.
A freezing wind hits you from behind and burst open the doors.
In front a long dark hall. Then one by one the lights open. On each side of the hall, red carpet on the marble floor. Tapestries of royal Gothic style on the walls, encase in gold frames. You swallow, as you feel you have to go forward.
You begin your walk, the music becomes stronger, and more invigorating, you have been curse, a spell has been cast, you are entering the oldest Coven of Vampire Rave, you are in Obscure Quietus, where what you see is not what it seems, where you can be who you desire. Where you can play, act, sing, entertain us, or the world.
You are in a role playing, mind brainstorming, creativity challenging society. You are Obscure.
Now, you reach the end of the hall, you see the golden door, with an iron cast, a key is on the small pedestal, on the side, a gold key.
You take it, as you do, words are entering your mind. Within these walls, lay a great challenge, a quest for you, opening the doors, means you are willing and have the strength to take the path and enter the games.
Inserting the key inside the door's lock, you ear the music busting into your mind, you are suddenly transported, and dress into a ball, dancers and mask, you can't stop you are enchanted, you are one with the games.
Come, child come, play and please enjoy your stay, the threads are here and awaiting your mind, your spirit, your idea. Our Master will be most please, and so will you dear.
"I am Serenity, your hostess... and for some, your Mistress MUhaaaaaaaa!!!"
I vanish leaving you dancing with so many masks and faces, the music invigorates you....
We are opening our doors, but only to those who desire to be enchanted to be transported. To be willing to wear the mask of the games. To the one who does not fear wearing a buffoon's hat or a princess's dress. To the one who can raise a sword, die in agony, honor or kill in pure treachery without remorse.
We are players, we are actors, we seek players, we seek those with imagination that goes beyond the limit of what can be imagine, those with soft sides, action sides, with desire for sensuality, as well as brain storming.
Candor, kindness, hatred, violence, gore, platonic, we seek the one lurking within your hidden place, where you never dare to look, where you embrace your dreams of flying a unicorn or riding the death horse of the apocalypse...
We seek you, if you have the brain, and the balls... apply, message the Master, or me... Or CryingMist my alter ego, (if you do bring candy she tends to bite the hands that gets near, and so does her furby)
We will look you into consideration... if you survive... MUhaaaaaaa
