Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170130143931/@comment-27661770-20170130212306

"Yeah, uh, you don't make the Fourth Wall here."

The attack sent Jack right into a tree. The Fourth Wall that served as the door breached onto Jack's head.

Meanwhile...

Mount Massive Asylum. Shortly after Waylon Parks' escape.

"...ugh. My... my head..."

A bullet-riddled investigative reporter woke to find himself standing near the exit of Mount Massive, only remembering being torn to shreds by the bulletsf earlier, and being called the new Host.

Wait... Host...

The sudden crunch of pain, with no explanation or reason, made the reporter yell in pain.

"YAAAAUGH!"

A swarm of nanites circled his right arm, then his hand. And... wait. His fingers were back.

No. New Host, a crunch of pain, nanites, body repair...

Miles Upshur remembered everything. And prayed to God he didn't find Chris Walker still alive... because he needed to learn how to control the Walrider if he hoped to live.

It seemed to be bent on keeping him alive, though. A fall must have brought him to bang his head...

And restart his heart.

The full recall of what had happened hit home. Miles tried not to vomit after the sights he had seen...

Adn the Walrider howled, tormenting its host., But Miles Upshur did not come this far just to be forced down again.

He was in a mental war with the Walrider. It was a swarm that fought itself. One could see that the Walrider did not have complete control anymore...

And then he was sent right into the land of Animatronica.

The Walrider's here. It's getting colder...