Hi there. I am new to the boards (with in the last month) I had an Idea for a game and wanted someone to give me some feedback on it before I posted it to the RPF. [hr] [hl=black] ----------Star Wars---------- ------Echos In The Force----- -----------Asylum------------ [/hl] [hr] Planet of Adamar 3.5BBY They wheeled him down a long hallway. It was bright and the light hurt his eyes. He could only catch snippets of conversation here and there. He gathered from what he heard that there had been a accident, though he couldn't recall being in one, he was injured and in a medical facility of some kind. He heard the name Miranda, and something began to nag at him. A bit of information just outside his consciousness. Miranda?... Miranda...Ah yes Miranda was his wife. He laughed to himself, how foolish of him to forget something like that. He thought back to his last memory of her. She was sitting there in the speeder, continent, happy. They were expecting their first child and everything was right... flashes of twisted metal and burnt flesh intruded on his pleasant memories. His mind reeled as the memory turned to a nightmare. The screeching of metal, the screams of his wife, the look of terror on the bus load of pedestrians as his speeder broadsided them. ?You killed them.? The voice came from no where and every where. ?Its your fault.? No that's not true, that's impossible! I tried everything he could to avoid the bus. ?Not enough. Not nearly enough.? What else could I have done. The bus had pulled out and blocked the road. It wasn't my fault, I didn't kill anyone. It was an accident! ?Murderer.? No it wasn't my fault! I tried everything! I could never do such a horrible thing! ?You enjoyed it.? I did not! ?I did.? Who are you?! ?I am.? What do you want. ?To be.? To be...what? ?To be you.? To be me? What the kriff does that mean? ?Goodbye.? What? Where are you going? ?Not me silly.? Wha... He screamed, a sound almost as hideous as the mangled flesh that his body had been rendered to. Doctors and nurses rushed around trying to sort things out, to save this man's life. Then in a single heart beat the scream turned to a laugh. A cold, malicious, terrible laugh that promised nothing but death. The glow panels surged and shorted out, ceiling tiles cracked and anything electronic violently ceased to function. The bacta tank shattered, spilling the precious life saving liquid all over the floor. The medical staff stared in disbelief as the mangled form rose from the gurney. They could hear the snapping of bones as he stood on broken legs. The laughter never ceased. He raised his hands, and bolts of purple energy erupted from his finger tips. The bolts struck a nurse. She convulsed once and hit the floor, dead in an instant. He locked eyes with the Doctor, and when the Doctor looked away the laughter was in his eyes. He grabbed the first person he could and strangled them. The medical staff screamed as death claimed them one by one. The Doctor finally cutting his own throat. Guards burst finally burst through the unpowered doors, blasters in hand, and were struck down by the maniacal form of a laughing nightmare. Three hours later a strike team from the local Imperial Garrison prepared to assault the hospital. What survivors had escaped wove a tale of carnage and terror, and the Governor had asked for Imperial assistance. The Stormtroopers made their assault with Imperial precision, they still died. From the holocams the team wore, the Imperial saw their death, burnt to a crisp by an unarmed man that looked like death it self. ?In the name of the Emperor, how is that even possible?? ?You shouldn't underestimate the Force, Commander.? The Officer spun around, and was face to chest with the Dark Lord himself. Darth Vader loomed over the officer. ?My Lord... I didn't realize you were in the system. I...? ?Spare me your pathetic blathering. I am here for it.?