Snippet #2728046

Venlak took his time walking around. But those doors. The daring doors. The doors of daring doors. ~DOOR OF DOORS!~ He was joking in his mind. Why not be drawn in, look around... Have fun? He was tempted. Very. ~I shouldn't... But I want to. I could die. But then again, what could happen? DEATH! Oh well.~ Ven pressed his hand against the door, taking off his shoes. They made squeaky sounds which would give him away. ~One two. One two. One-~ He quietly opened the door, peeking through the slight crack. He noticed the room.

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There were TVs, video games, DVDs, and various advanced lab equipment and lighting, but there were also old things. The desks looked like they were at least centuries old.

} The old things were what caught Ven's attention. "I haven't seen anything that old in a while." He muttered quietly to himself, getting lost in his thoughts as he looked across.

Ven then saw a bookcase filled with old tombs and notebooks. ~What could be in those notebooks, or what would be on the tombs?~ His mind raced with the possibilities.

Quickly rushing through the door, he closed it almost as soon as he entered. Even if Ven wanted to, he wouldn't be able to notice if anyone was in the room. "I-" He rushed over to the bookcase, speeding through the notebooks. He didn't misplace it. He tried not to anyway. A rack that had various staffs, wands, and such on it, and also possessed many cloaks soon dragged Ven over to it. "So much." He forgot where he was just by getting lost in thought. "So much..." His voice drifted off as he turned to see a room which stood out.

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Food

} Was the only thing Venlak read before approaching the door. ~What could be behind such a door of mysteries? What lay beyond here?~ Then he read the rest.

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Test Subjects. Stealing is punishable by becoming a test subject, death, torture, or all of the mentioned options.

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Now it felt like it was daring him to enter. He wanted to, badly. What would be the state of what's behind here? Why were there test subjects? It plagued his mind too much. He rattled on the door, trying his best not to open the door. It was like a taunt. He wanted to enter, but what if he became a test subject? Or killed?

He'd have to take his chances...