Player One:

Welcome to my house of horrors,

I'm very glad you came.

Prepare yourselves, join the fun,

And get ready to play my little game.

This house it teems with pain and fear,

And danger soon amounts.

The death of the first is here at last,

And I'll make sure it counts.

When stuck in a world overrun by fear,

you beg for one to save the day.

Too bad your hero, come at last,

All too soon has been taken away.

Player Two:

Brothers fight and brothers scream,

And one runs away in tear.

Emtions run high deep in the night,

As one screams words held for years.

Words of pain, betrayal, and fear

Flung true and slicing deep in the heart,

Of a boy always told and always reminded

That he lives in the shadow of one so smart.

But do not cry for his soul is free

And has found its home in the sky.

He rests far above you, arms open wide

In a land where angels are heard on high.

Player Three:

Time has passed and empires have fallen,

But one still clings to life.

With people dead and land destroyed,

He lives in a world filled with strife.

The cycle of the worlds hurries by,

On one hand life on the other death.

Once paused long past the end,

At last will breathe his final breath.

Life is sharp and sudden and bright,

And with a bang ends too soon.

While death is slow and shadow filled,

Gently washed by the light of the moon.

Player Four:

With age comes wisdom, ability, and skill

Accompanied by a feeling undefined.

A need to care for all those younger than you,

To raise them up and cultivate their minds.

With wisdom comes a type of foolishness'

The thought that you can do all.

That nothing can defeat you,

Spring from the shadows and cause your fall.

But fall you may and fall you will

Struck down by shining gray,

And left to bleed on a stainless floor

Only feet from the place you came to stay.

Player Five:

Here one minute and gone the next,

Always forgotten, always overlooked.

Pushed aside, punched apon, ostracized,

Treated as a slab of meat waiting to be cooked.

Take a chance and run away,

Take some time to clear your head.

But hurry, quick, and do not linger,

One wrong turn and now you're dead.

A flash of silver and a dash of red,

Flesh soft to the touch parting like the sea.

Once again painting the ground,

Finally a scar that will set you free.

Player Six:

Words of love linger in the air,

Spoken by lips formed in a kiss.

Blown to all young or old,

Be it a mister ot be it a miss.

Memories uncovered and pain re-lived,

As loved ones are lost long brfore their time.

Fire burns high behind closed eyes,

Reliving a history full of heinous crime.

Shadows grow as memories fade

And footsteps echo in the air,

A head strapped down, a life now forfeit,

Meeting it end by a blade cutting more than hair.

Player Seven:

A land of passion, dance, and song,

Perpetually smiling, open arms for all.

Laughter ringing loud in a crowded room,

Soothing hearts with it lilting call.

The loss of friends know for years,

A mind blured by fear and pain.

A heart calling out to those not saved,

Hoping this trip will not be in vain.

A quiet hall and suddenly lights go dark,

A weapon pulled up preparing to fight.

Moves too slow or much too quick.

A heart void of pain and life found in the light.

Player Eight:

Slender fingers and thin strong hands,

Trained to hold a paint brush creating glorious art.

Slender frame and a smiling face,

Kind and innocent, melting the coldest heart.

Tears flow free and sleep grows rare

As screams rack through the air,

A mind shatters and feet come to flee,

Disappearing into a land meant to destroy and scare.

A bang echoes, tearing through the halls,

And the walls gain a new shade of red.

A lone body tips, falling to the ground,

A tiny hole in the center of a once smiling head.

Player Nine:

The wind whips through,

And hearts learn to freeze deep.

To sheild themselves from the hate,

If their soul they wish to keep.

The loss of a friend, one of a few,

That stayed by the side of one so cold.

He walks out of the room alone,

A move as foolish as it is bold.

A search begins with a strangled call,

To lure out a man bathing in blood.

And ends in a stainless steel room,

As he grows still in the cold air flood.

Player Ten:

Rain pours down and gloom stays long,

Hanging in the air day after day.

Lightening up for a bright sunny morning,

Children laughing as they come out to play.

The loss of a brother so long ago

Years of tears and pain,

The loss of the brother yet again

Permanent now as he was slain.

Death comes swift and takes his hand

Dragging him away.

A rope grows tight and air is gone,

The same fate his brother suffered that day.

Player Eleven:

Honor and bravery held near and dear

They would rather die than fail,

Peace day and nights at the table

A land from which fanciful art hails.

Sitting alone in a room once safe,

Waiting for the other to return.

Plans to attack flying through his head,

Changing at every turn.

A cup tips over, spilling across the ground,

The threshold breached by fear.

A sword is drawn in a hand so quick,

Ripping through the torso of one held dear.

Player Twelve:

Harsh words and strict gestures,

Hinding a warm tender heart full of emotion.

Left alone to fend off attacks,

Faced with a fragile notion.

Last one standing, all others dead,

No place is safe anymore.

He wanders the hallways heart filled with dread,

Avoiding the corners covered in gore.

He stops by a fountain and takes a short drink,

But the water tastes slightly strange.

He pauses and sighs, sitting down in the hall,

Knowing he will never move again, his fate never to change.

The End:

My house of horrors is open again,

My game for today has ended.

My players have all met their demise,

Their relations to never be mended.

I am ready to begin anew,

As i already find myself bored.

The trap shall now be set,

Their lives soon to be scored.

I say goodbye to this house for now,

And quickly fade away.

New lands I shall come to horrify,

But don't worry I shall return one day.