Mist World:
A classic school; tiled floors, the smell of paper and pencil shavings, blood staining the floors and walls of the reception area...ah to be in school again. Most of the doors here are unlocked, and even the ones that aren't can be easily accessed. The school has a dark atmosphere around it, even in the light of the mist, and it's hard to make your way through its seemingly huge hallways. Blood occassionally is splattered here or there in certain, isolated places (class rooms, reception, bathrooms, etc) but is not very frequent. There's a large courtyard here as well.
Other Side:
Darkness, rust, and blood. You can almost smell it--the air is thick with it, and blood moistens into misty droplets on your face if you stay too long. The courtyards grass is now chainlinked floor, rusted and hardly sturdy. The school interior is black with the remnants of a fire-ridden place, grunts echoing out of the darkness...demon children roam here, emaciated, mouths stitched shut, eyes like slits, glaring angrily...they wield all manner of weapons, and pack into some hallways.
A classic school; tiled floors, the smell of paper and pencil shavings, blood staining the floors and walls of the reception area...ah to be in school again. Most of the doors here are unlocked, and even the ones that aren't can be easily accessed. The school has a dark atmosphere around it, even in the light of the mist, and it's hard to make your way through its seemingly huge hallways. Blood occassionally is splattered here or there in certain, isolated places (class rooms, reception, bathrooms, etc) but is not very frequent. There's a large courtyard here as well.
Other Side:
Darkness, rust, and blood. You can almost smell it--the air is thick with it, and blood moistens into misty droplets on your face if you stay too long. The courtyards grass is now chainlinked floor, rusted and hardly sturdy. The school interior is black with the remnants of a fire-ridden place, grunts echoing out of the darkness...demon children roam here, emaciated, mouths stitched shut, eyes like slits, glaring angrily...they wield all manner of weapons, and pack into some hallways.
