Post by Matt Jessee on Jun 17, 2012 18:32:56 GMT -12
Hello everyone, for our maiden series, i would like to post a Egyptian thriller called The Forbidden Tomb. This will be a 1 year project. Obviously it will take place in Egypt in a hidden temple. the location of the temple is never to be disclosed. Genesis date will be July 17Th, 2009. Rapture date will be January 1st, 2013. Technology is what is presently available for purchase. This series will have no map because it has yet to be charted. Authors may take their characters in any direction they wish inside the tomb so long as there are no directional overlap.
Without further ado, here is the Genesis story.
Without further ado, here is the Genesis story.
Jimmy stepped cautiously into the dark room. It smelled like old bandages and ozone; the only lights to be noted were the light from his flashlight, an old thing, probably dating back to the 60’s, and the moonlight sneaking its way through the small fractures in the monolithic sandstone blocks.
He had been searching all day for the rumored tombs of the lost king, Tutankhamun’s long forgotten and overshadowed son, Tutan’Rahkun. He ruled the Egyptian dynasty for one of the shortest reigns in Egyptian history; however, he was revered in his time for being one of the greatest and most powerful emperors; mostly through ruthlessness.
Before Jimmy lie 3 seemingly restful dogs; but as with many of the obstacles presented before Jimmy in his journey downwards, nothing was as it seems. With every inching step jimmy took towards the beasts, their ears began to perk higher and higher. A gentle breeze began to grow in intensity until it was nearly gale force. The Gale began to form sounds; starting with a whistle and slowly formed into a throaty growl as the eyes of the dogs opened.
Piercing red lights like rubies emanated from the eyes of the dogs as they began to show their teeth. “They can’t be real… The tomb has been hermetically sealed for millennia.” Jimmy whispered to himself in a desperate attempt to reassure himself. One more step and Jimmy’s foot accidentally set off a switch on the floor. Scarabs began crawling out of the, now open, mouths of the dogs by the swarms. Jimmy began to panic. Jumping back, he lost his hold on his flashlight which fell seemingly twice as fast as normally would permit. The flashlight rolled on the floor making a complete circle and coming to rest facing the nearest wall to it.
Reaching for the flashlight, jimmy quickly withdrew his hand as the flashlight became consumed in a swarm of scarabs. He didn’t waste any more time. As quickly as he could, he sprinted in the opposite direction from which he was headed in an exasperated attempt to reach the entrance of the entrance of the tomb.
It was not until he heard the collective hiss of the scarabs diminish to a whisper before he slowed down to give himself a chance to breathe; and not a second too soon. Before Jimmy was a corridor with 8 possible passages to take. Minus the one he came from, that left 7. Distraught by his loss of memory due to stress, and upon hearing the hiss get louder and louder, Jimmy took the first path his instincts guided him through.
After three more minutes of a full-on sprint, he saw the crescent moon piercing through a large opening. “The exit!” He cried to himself in relief and panting for breath. One wrong step was all it took on a previous puzzle to send the door closing almost instantly. Jimmy reeled into the door, too tired to stop himself on his own accord. He sat there for a brief moment cursing to his self before he heard the hiss once again gaining upon him.
He quickly stood up and attempted to suppress his panting for a moment to determine the distance from the scarabs; it was not long now. Quickly trying to find a solution to his current situation, he scrambled to his feet and dug out a pack of survival matches. Lighting one, he looked to the floor where the letter “L” was pressed in. He thought hard for a moment remembering months of research which he had performed. The hiss was getting louder, almost in the next chamber when the epiphany hit him, “Lament!” he cried.
Jimmy Doused the match he was holding as it burnt down to his fingertips, lit another, and looked to the floor. “A” he whispered as he pressed the letter tiles with his toes. “M”… “E”… “N”… “T”. The door opened with not a second to spare; Jimmy sprinted and leapt out landing face first in the dunes outside. He rolled over and prepared himself for the scarabs which never came.
“Were they even real?” Jimmy questioned his sanity until he was distracted by a large meteor falling into the earth’s atmosphere. He gathered himself, staggered back to his camp where he found the satellite phone which he had packed, and quickly dialed a number.
“Richard, get me out of here… No, I didn’t get to the tomb; you’re going to have to hire some other sap.”
He had been searching all day for the rumored tombs of the lost king, Tutankhamun’s long forgotten and overshadowed son, Tutan’Rahkun. He ruled the Egyptian dynasty for one of the shortest reigns in Egyptian history; however, he was revered in his time for being one of the greatest and most powerful emperors; mostly through ruthlessness.
Before Jimmy lie 3 seemingly restful dogs; but as with many of the obstacles presented before Jimmy in his journey downwards, nothing was as it seems. With every inching step jimmy took towards the beasts, their ears began to perk higher and higher. A gentle breeze began to grow in intensity until it was nearly gale force. The Gale began to form sounds; starting with a whistle and slowly formed into a throaty growl as the eyes of the dogs opened.
Piercing red lights like rubies emanated from the eyes of the dogs as they began to show their teeth. “They can’t be real… The tomb has been hermetically sealed for millennia.” Jimmy whispered to himself in a desperate attempt to reassure himself. One more step and Jimmy’s foot accidentally set off a switch on the floor. Scarabs began crawling out of the, now open, mouths of the dogs by the swarms. Jimmy began to panic. Jumping back, he lost his hold on his flashlight which fell seemingly twice as fast as normally would permit. The flashlight rolled on the floor making a complete circle and coming to rest facing the nearest wall to it.
Reaching for the flashlight, jimmy quickly withdrew his hand as the flashlight became consumed in a swarm of scarabs. He didn’t waste any more time. As quickly as he could, he sprinted in the opposite direction from which he was headed in an exasperated attempt to reach the entrance of the entrance of the tomb.
It was not until he heard the collective hiss of the scarabs diminish to a whisper before he slowed down to give himself a chance to breathe; and not a second too soon. Before Jimmy was a corridor with 8 possible passages to take. Minus the one he came from, that left 7. Distraught by his loss of memory due to stress, and upon hearing the hiss get louder and louder, Jimmy took the first path his instincts guided him through.
After three more minutes of a full-on sprint, he saw the crescent moon piercing through a large opening. “The exit!” He cried to himself in relief and panting for breath. One wrong step was all it took on a previous puzzle to send the door closing almost instantly. Jimmy reeled into the door, too tired to stop himself on his own accord. He sat there for a brief moment cursing to his self before he heard the hiss once again gaining upon him.
He quickly stood up and attempted to suppress his panting for a moment to determine the distance from the scarabs; it was not long now. Quickly trying to find a solution to his current situation, he scrambled to his feet and dug out a pack of survival matches. Lighting one, he looked to the floor where the letter “L” was pressed in. He thought hard for a moment remembering months of research which he had performed. The hiss was getting louder, almost in the next chamber when the epiphany hit him, “Lament!” he cried.
Jimmy Doused the match he was holding as it burnt down to his fingertips, lit another, and looked to the floor. “A” he whispered as he pressed the letter tiles with his toes. “M”… “E”… “N”… “T”. The door opened with not a second to spare; Jimmy sprinted and leapt out landing face first in the dunes outside. He rolled over and prepared himself for the scarabs which never came.
“Were they even real?” Jimmy questioned his sanity until he was distracted by a large meteor falling into the earth’s atmosphere. He gathered himself, staggered back to his camp where he found the satellite phone which he had packed, and quickly dialed a number.
“Richard, get me out of here… No, I didn’t get to the tomb; you’re going to have to hire some other sap.”