Cards & heads (wip to come back to)

Twenty seven months, two years and ten days.

That is how long you have been stuck here in this..place.

A white void abyss everywhere your eyes can see, a disconnected  partially destroyed mess of rooms and jails cells float around near the same cluster

The rumbling starts, a sign of a new game

You are yanked violently backwards from your cell by a invisible force, everything around you turning into a blur as you go

You land violently in a  steel chair, chains quickly coming to bind you into it, you hold your puke as you lightheadly look around

Wooden floors, royal dining table,
Stupidly  expensive carpet with the price tag still on, candles everywhere, the stench of something long dead

You look at the chair next to you, there is a old man, his ragged bloodied clothes,scarred skin indicating that he must have been there longer than you

You look above his head, there is what you can only describe as a mass of mushroom hands growing from the man's skull
Lucky bastard was already beggining to ascend

 The voice from above, a calm, almost angelical presence speaks

 "Jonny chandler, age 72, crime: overesisting, chance of ascending: moderate,  play your cards "

A swarm of cards rapidly fly above you, the screams of the trapped barely hearable in the flapping of the cards
A handful of them drop neatly into both your's and jonny's hands, a bell rings far away, signaling the start of the skirm.

You have lots of choices, the blade, even with its bleeding, missing, illustrated eyes, looks  at you defensively, the smoker, with his melting lungs would seem like a good play, the twins, whose  visage you thank god has been considerably been tamed in its illustrated style seem like more of a body shield than anything.

Finnaly, you set eyes into your favourite

The prayer looks at you with her round open  eye, her right one closed like her hands into praying, her decisive tone in your mind soothes you.

"We met again uh?...i see that you are playing against the old man, little dastardly cheater i say, nondeserving of his gift , but what can i do when  the voices above refuse to listen to  prayers, let alone one of a trapped kind..but enough of my ramblings..you need a  heavenly boost yes?"

The old man played the chained, its cold tired dark orbits staring at you across the table, all it could do was scream to indimidate and bite and punch to deal damage thankfully