The Defined Deal

Day 1

I floated about, upon the planet of Thyria, in the coldest, darkest reaches of the planet, the clouded abyss growing around myself as a forced my way through howling winds and an icy breeze. To be honest, I had doubts in myself, there were risks I'd have to make on this short journey, some of which I myself don't feel like taking; but to my fair readers, if you dare trek upon the planet, never go out into the dank, dark regions, there is always serious danger. Even I myself, feel that there may be no chance for me if I continue forth, indeed, what I could face will be perilous indeed.

For some short time, my dear readers, I could only create guesses as to what was out here in the far reaches of the planet; I've only heard rumors, spread far and wide, some terrifying, some grotesque, but they all lead back to one simple idea: That a machine itself was what stood within the darkest, coldest reaches of Thyria. Why would a machine lay far out in the middle of nowhere? Who would know of such things? Why are more than half of the rumors of horrific tales, weaved by generations of maddened individuals?

To you, my readers, I could only guess...

Day 2

Finally within sight, I found what could be a large sphere, with four long, spindly spider-like legs, rusted red, most likely due to the cold temperatures and the condensed air within the dark grip of the enscapulating darkness. On top of the sphere was a chimney-esque form, of which no smoke billowed from. I sighed in trepidation, knowing full well what I could be getting myself into, and floated out toward the large, orbular structure.

Landing upon the slippery surface, I first noticed the air around the structure itself was much more condensed, and it was similarly colder as well, than compared to the naturally frozen air. I sauntered up to the pipe structure sticking out of the machine, and look down into the structure, to find there is a floor for me to land upon. Fitting myself within, I float down to the ground of the inside of the machine, and what interests me most, fellow readers, is the fact that a door stood in the small, dank room I had just entered myself into.

The door stood menacingly taller than myself, brown colored body with splotches of red plastered upon it, skulls decorated the edging, their grinning faces unwavering even in the frozen temperatures. I already felt something move deep within the pit of my stomach, a deep sensation that I should not continue. But alas, I have already begun, and as a testament to my promise, I shall continue to trudge forth with fortitude.

Day 2 - Continued