A Broship Like No Other

And there they go again.

The screams and wails of more lost souls, devoured by the hellish monsters that lurk in Brennenburg Castle. I shivered on my plinth, or as much as I could, me being a statue after all. God knows how long I have been stuck here in this prison, the cellar. Of all the Gamers I have heard playing the game above me, not one has come close to getting to the cellar. None of them come any closer than the last. All of them struck down by the beasts above me.

More screams pierce my golden ears; there goes the last one. The most recent Gamer to return to their world, having braved not even half of Brennenburg's horros that lay within it's stone walls. As the last of the screams die down into the night, I know I no longer have a chance of getting out of this hell-hole. There is a monster that sleeps down here with me, waiting. Waiting to live. Waiting to die. Waiting for a Gamer to stumble into the Unknown before bursting free of it's Iron Maiden casing and striking down the Gamer. However, in all the years that I have been stuck here, on this same dusty shelf, not one have made it down here. So the monster, grotesque and twisted, still sleeps.

Hope still resides in my golden heart, for a Gamer smart enough to make it down here alive and unseen by the monsters of the night. I often speak to an ally of mine, the Chair. He has proven to be a good source of information on the Gamers that constantly attack Amnesia; he gives detailed descriptions, sometimes too detailed, of how the Gamer progresses and, of course, how they die. Strangely, all the Gamers die in the same place. The Seventh Corridor. While it is known for many a monster that appears in it, it is known now to us all as The Dead's Last Place. Souls of Gamers reside in it's walls, their blood from their bodies seeping into the floorboards above me, splattering the floor around me with glistening drops of their lifeblood. The monsters, they are blind, and they only ever come at night when the Gamer is low on sanity and will scream if it decreases further. They then track the poor lost player from there, growling and grunting and driving the sanity down lower. Then, when they know the have the Gamer trapped, they strike. Their claws and twisted teeth sinking without hesitation into the body of another lost soul; bones crunch and organs explode, blood staining the floor and walls. And after it has all been done, there is barely anything left of the Gamer. Only a twisted pile of pulsing flesh and blood that stains the Castle.

I do not know how long I have been stuck down here for, all I know is that I pray for daylight to come. For when it does, the monsters stalk and stumbled back to wherever it is they may hide, waiting for another Gamer to feast upon in the night. I can hear them growling and smashing their ways back to that place, grunting and shoving at each other. Althought they are blind the do have some positives of their character, long claws on some to make the death quick. Swords that slash at necks on others. Facial features that are enough to drive the insanity forwards and make the Gamer cry out for death.

A sudden flash and a slight yelp of pain from the First Floor alerts me to another Gamer entering Hell. I no longer bother praying for their survival, for I now know that it will not happen. The beasts always get them in the end.

I pray for daylight to come, and come it does.

I hear a crash and a scream above me, a Gamer has found a monster. I am certain, though, that it is a girl who is playing for all of their screams are female in nature. But when I hear the shouting... it sounds male... Something I cannot fathom. I see more blood dripping from the floorboards above me and I know that they have caught something. But, judging from the lack of screaming, it must only be a lump of severed flesh. Remnants of past people who lived in the Castle. I shivered slightly again, praying for daylight to come once more. There is still another three hours of darkness to torment the new player, but I am surprised that they have lasted this long. I would have thought that they'd be dead by now. There is another scream, one that shocks me slightly.

"AH AH AH NO!! NOOO!!!!! FUCK YOU BARRELS!!! I FAHKING HATE YOU!!" Now I am certain that the Gamer is male. His voice breaks and cracks slightly as he screams into the night, undoubtedly throwing aside those treacherous Barrels. They, like the monsters and Knights, are not to be trusted. They hide numerous things from Gamers, as I have been told by the Chair. They are in charge around here. Nothing evades them. Not even me. I am small enough, I would have thought, to have slipped past them. But no. No one can escape the Barrels.

My blue-gold eyes dim slightly, exhaustion from nothing starts to seep into my golden frame. But I know I cannot sleep. The hope still sits in me that a Gamer will make it to the cellar. My eyes start to slide closed and I can only give in to the sleep trying to claim me. I close them and, straight away, the nightmares start their torture.

I hear a distant clicking sound, a clinking sound too. Then a thud as a padlock falls from a door. Joy overwhelms my gold heart. The Gamer has made it to the cellar! I open my blue-tinted eyes and see a small flicker of a lantern, a flicker of reassurance when it burns brighter and closer to my shelf. I hear a whimper of a Gamer, lost and uncertain of where to turn next. I want so desperately to reach out to him, call out to him and tell him that it will be ok. That I am here. But I know that he will not know me. For I have no name.

"Hate this shit... hate this fahking shit..." The Gamer whimpers, almost sobbing, as I see him round the corner and his lantern burning brightly.

"Ahhh come on Pewdie, don't be such a goddamn pussy..." So that was his name. Pewdie. Interesting.

'That idiot,' I think to myself, 'he is wasting valuable oil! There may not be any around for another couple of rooms!'  I close my eyes for a few seconds as I listen to him scuffling around, making too much goddamn noise. I hear him pick up a few tinderboxes and Sanity Potions and store them in his Inventory. Then I feel a warm yet sweaty hand close around me.

"Ohh hellow..." It is the Gamer and I force my eyes open to look at him. His hair is a dirty blonde colour and around his head, large headphones with a microphone attached. The eyes were an icey-blue colour, but they were also huge and watery. Filled with unshed tears. I feel him looking at me with interest, spinning me around to see what I look like. Then he speaks again and a surprising thing happens.

"I think we should call him... Stephano..."

I barely manage to contain myself. I have a name! Stephano... and a nice name it is. I felt a huge surge of power course through my small statue body and, with a thickly laced accent of French, Egyptian and Spanish all rolled into one, I spoke to him.

"Allos Pewdie, I am Stephano"