《The Human Soul》Chapter 2: Just another day in Hell
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To whoever this may concern
WELCOME TO HELL
I would like to start with introductions. I have many names but in your culture or planet I am more commonly known as the Devil. My true name right now is of no importance as everything this message displays will be converted to suite the person reading it. There are many reasons for you to be here however I will not be stressing to finer details right now. Firstly, you must adjust and Hell has many rules for you to follow as well as obstacles for you to overcome. The more you move forward the more of your so called 'Human rights' will be returned to you. good luck and remember in here you can only rely on yourself.
Thabo: "What the fuck..."
So I'm in Hell now!? THE HELL!? Where all the sinners go. Bullshit! Ha! These niggers think this is funny. You can't convince me so easily. I mean that was some elaborate prank but it's just too full of holes. I mean yeah sure that ritual was creepy and it did hurt a lot, but you know ‘smoke and mirrors’. Well as for the pain and passing out they probably used a Taser that looked like a knife.
Thabo: "HEY!!! GUYS! Your jokes not funny anymore! Get me out of here! HEY!"
Thabo continued to shout for another 4 hours with no replies before the words on the door suddenly changed.
Thabo: " 'Please proceed down the corridor, from now on this message board will be used to update your citizen status and all the relevant tasks you need to complete' what is this shit? your still gonna try an scare me? whatever, let’s just go then."
As he walked through the opening the way shut behind him. The corridor was all white so he couldn't tell how far it stretched out for. After a few minutes of walking words appeared again.
Thabo: “ ‘Physical training’ whatever…”
The words on this wall are pretty ridiculous, it basically says I have to start jogging and that I’ll be punished for slowing down. Oh well let’s see what these idiots will do to try and scare me with now. But I mean really this is fucking insane. Why are they going through all this effort? Am I on T.V. or something? Well they say run so I’ll just stop moving and see.
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Thabo: “So, what now?”
Huh? I hear something behind me. Are those lasers? Like lasers, lasers? Do they think some stupid light will scare me, or am I supposed to think that shit is a real laser that will burn me? Hahahaha yeah real funn… Argh!! FUCK! It burnt me shit! NO! fuck!
Thabo: “HEY! Stop this thing! This aint funny if I get hurt you guys will be held responsible!”
Shit! So now I have to run! Fine! Fuck I’ll run then!
2 hours later…
Shit… these guys are serious, every time I slowdown that laser burns my ass, LITERALLY. I’ve been running for hours fuck. Anything slower than jogging will get me hurt. Am I really ok? Is this really some normal T.V. show or prank? I’m getting scared I need to keep up my speed… argh shit burn again! This really hurts.
3 hours later…
God fucking help me, I couldn’t keep going, so I got tired and just kinda feel down their… so the laser thing burnt right though me, it hurt like hell but I couldn’t move my legs anymore. Then… then… the writing, message thing said I fail and to keep going after I recover. Like that thing burnt over my arms and legs and shit, I was even bleeding and everything, then… then… the suit expanded and cover my wounds. Some weird light came out and…………... my wounds closed up……. After that it said to keep running after I recover. I’ll have to be careful now.
2 hours later…
The running is over but now I have to lift weights. I have to lift whenever this red light comes on is what the system says. Whenever I don’t the weights I’m holding crush me… yeah they crush me. Like if the weights stay down to long they weigh more for some reason, and I get crushed… then the suit does its thing and I start again.
2 hours later…
I went through another corridor when the message said so. Glad I’m wearing this jump suit now so I’m prepared whenever really. It’s real weird, I didn’t pay attention to it earlier but it’s like black and practically skin-tight, though it’s still pretty comfy. Anyway next I get to a room with a screen and a… keyboard? Guess that’s it. It says mental practice time now… now I’m supposed to study right. Everything in here is white even this table and chair. I’m learning some really weird shit about the structure of the soul? And magic…? Well anyway it’s not that bad compared to my engineering classes so I’ll handle this.
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4 hours later…
Every time this thing teaches me something it asks a question on the topic. At first it was dumb and I got all the questions right, but the amount of information I have to remember is getting larger and it asks me about everything and anything it taught me. It tells me how to answer to either verbally or by typing. Voice analysis software? And so advanced? Well I’m not that surprised at this point. The problem is every time I get an answer wrong it shocks me. I don’t even know what but maybe the suit again? Doesn’t matter since it hurts like hell and gives me a headache that could split my head open so I need to focus even with the pain. Damn this place.
3 hours later…
Now this is deep. This is real deep. In front of me is a floating ball thing. The system says it’s spiritual energy and that I should assimilate it. From the classes I know that this is how to awaken people to their spiritual potential. Is that what they’re doing to me? Anyway this is only one of the methods though and there’s no guarantee that this one will work for me. See it was in the class it thought me. Apparently magic is like an element just that it doesn’t react to any other elements at all in its natural form. It’s like that perfect noble gas it doesn’t even change temperature no matter how much you heat or cool it. The only thing it reacts to is the soul. Through which you can turn it into its active form where you can actually use it for fire and stuff. Assimilating is basically eating magic energy with your soul. The storage, conversion, use and release are a different part though. But I couldn’t do anything. Thankfully I wasn’t punished this time.
3 months later…
Same thing day in day out. Bastards just increase the intensity and add shit like boxing or martial arts training. Oh oh and get this shit I spar against myself. That’s right, like a clone me just appears and fights me. I never win though since it seems to be improving faster than me. The system says that’s my ‘expected’ development rate hahahha fuck you.
5 months later…
Did I tell you that I don’t get to sleep? Yeah I think I forgot to state that part. Like it just kinda happened you know I went from station to station, training to training and no matter how tired I am just no sleep time. Why? I’m thinking the suit maybe? Well I don’t know why the suit does everything it’s just a thought really the system won’t tell me anything. Also no food or toilet. Whenever I need to go I feel something weird entering my ass and poof! No shit. Interesting. Same thing for hunger. Light, enter, poof!! Efficient if you ask me. Oh no I can’t talk anymore Thabo next station now but thanks for always listening. Oh the magic reacted a bit today… interesting. I wonder what changed?
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