A NEW PORTAL!!
I had considered that it was similar in some respects, but I decided to go with it anyways.Writ 4:
As Franz opened the door, a hall opened up before him. It was similar to the room he was just in, but the walls were not padded, only white. It was long, over 200 feet to the next door.
He began running towards the end. He ran because the hall didn't feel safe, it didn't feel right. The hall got perceptibly darker as he advanced. Just as it was almost too dark, almost, he saw that there are multiple 'exits.' One on either side of the door, which can't be discerned from afar, are the beginnings of yet more halls.
He stopped where he was, to think while he could still see. But the light grew lesser still.
The next moment, a deep, hollow scream; like a chorus of demons, flowed through the walls.
Then the walls themselves steadily muted, and became more and more see-through.
A moment later were they no longer pure white, but bloody, scorched glass coffins, filled with hundreds of mutilated corpses. Franz dropped to his knees, surrounded by death, and looked at the floor; opaque with postmortem men and women. He looked up at the ceiling to the same.
He realized he was not in a hall, but in a sterile tunnel through a war's worth of dead men. His throat was stinging with bile. He got up and ran towards the end of the hall, trying not to emit sound. He could see very little but red gore covering the outside walls, and nothing within, down any of the hallways. Only the door remained, and It was black.
He pulled the nob, and once again sounded the scream.
He shut the door instantly, the sound stopping with a slam. He shook with fearful anxiety...
Slowly Franz turned the door-knob again. The sound didn't come.
The room was an exact copy of the first, a padded loony bin with a monitor. Franz stepped in just to get away from the bodies outside. The monitor screen was empty, but Franz felt like asking questions.>Do you sick asshats think this omnicide is funny?>Actually, we do find it funny, Mr. Tanner.
>Those people you saw are previous participants. Unlike you seemingly, they chose to participate, for any number of reasons.
>Some were thrill/glory seekers, some signed the contract for immense sums of money, others to have us fix their problems should they succeed. Society will not remember them.>What does that make me?>Unlucky. Probably dead, too.
>By the way, this is the last room like this.
Once more the keys locked up, nothing able to be typed. Franz sat by the door, his face in his hands as he contemplated his next actions.