Descriptive Essay On The Dungeon

The director Guillero Del Torro uses many motifs and parallels in his film Pan's Labyrinth. The most obvious parallel in the film is the parallel between the real world and the fantasy world of the character Ofelia. Both worlds are filled with danger. At any second in both of these worlds your life could be lost. Del Torro separates the real world from the fantasy world with many visual motifs.

Award-winning filmmaker Guillermo Del Toro delivers a unique, richly imagined epic with Pan’s Labyrinth released in 2006, a gothic fairy tale set against the postwar repression of Franco's Spain. Del Toro's sixth and most ambitious film, Pan’s Labyrinth harnesses the formal characteristics of classic folklore to a 20th Century period. Del Toro portrays a child as the key character, to communicate that children minds are not cemented. Children avoid reality through the subconscious imagination which is untainted by a grown-up person, so through a point of an innocent child more is captured. The film showcases what the imagination can do as a means of escape to comfort the physical trials one goes through in

Nessa had managed to stay under the radar of the law for almost a month. Then Jessie popped up at the Dungeon to pick up a package one night. She lit a cigarette and began to pace the Dungeon floors when he arrived.

This was sincerely the biggest eye opening independent film that I have ever seen. I know absolutely nothing about the Amish faith or people as I have never been exposed to them. Their strict way of life is backed by a very close knit family and strong religious beliefs. When teenagers in the Amish community turn sixteen they are free to explore the “English” world and they are exposed to everyday American life. Followers of the Amish religion believe that being exposed to the outside world is like being exposed to the Devil’s playground, hence the name of the film.

He produced numerous, knives, tongs, and saws from the cabinets to his left and right. Many of his instruments were doused in fresh crimson fluids and had heavy signs of use. He removed my clothes, folding them into a nice neat pile, placing them on a countertop to his right. I felt the first incision, a fine line being carved vertically across my chest, peeling back the skin. Next he used a fine-tooth saw to cut through my sternum. It wasn’t until he cracked my ribs open, that the futility of the situation took effect. The pain was excruciating, I began to scream and thrash around on the bench, kicking his instruments of torture. “Shhh, shhh, shh,” he said, placing a dirty wet rag over my mouth. My vision blurred, as I watching my exposed heart beat, blood pulsating from my chest, over my bare skin, down onto the stone floor. I slipped into a warm

"So, where are we?" I fell to the ground, annoyed. "You said that without knowing where we were going?!" Madam Red yelled, saying exactly what I was thinking. Ciel explained to us what this place was, but I didn't really listen. None of us made a move to go inside. "Well.." I murmured, opening the door. Inside was spooky and creepy. Webs everywhere, centipedes crawling on the roof, it was certainly a creepy place. I leaned against something I couldn't make out,

My name was called eighth and my hands trembled as I walked into the cramped room. The floor and walls were covered in light blue tile and there was a slight scent of filth and dirt, but it was concealed by the overwhelming smell of bleach. Standing in front of me was an average looking petite woman with greying brown hair in a lab coat and two hairy, burly men in light blue doctor’s scrubs, they all looked menacing, which did not help with my concerns and in that moment I knew my fears were justified.

I was in a dark, moss-ridden dungeon where the air vigorously hung with the scent of death and suffering. Chains lay on the cobblestone walls, with hammered metal shackles on the cracked stone floor. My lab coat collected dust like a dead old skeleton six feet under. The gun felt gelid on my temple, my scrawny legs were shaking extremely fast, I thought they would run away but I knew I could escape.

Sadistic, Cruel, and Unforgivably Truthful The Dungeon Master in Sam Lipsyte’s The Dungeon Master is a sadistic teacher. If there is any obscure way to die in any Dungeon’s and Dragon’s game, this Dungeon Master will make sure it happens. From the countless Valentine’s who die, to the countless new parties that have to be made, the DM knows how to enjoy each game for himself. In fact, the moment a D and D game starts, all of the players have submitted themselves to a hopeless and inescapable death.

I walk back in through the back door and immediately turn on the light. I fall down to my knees. Ten people I don't even know are strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes, a few even by their hair. All have their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All are hanging about a foot above my height I cry but I got back up. I am determined to destroy this madman. As I walk to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I hear a sound like something is dropped down the stairs.

I look around the room and see people eating, watching TV, studying, socializing, and just relaxing. Sparky’s Den in nestled in the basement of the Memorial Union, surrounded by restaurants where students can buy their lunch for the day. Although many of the people eat their lunch in the food court, a few of them are scattered around the room enjoying the calm and relaxing atmosphere instead of the loud, unruly noise of the food court. The different sections of the room help distinguish the different activities going on in the room. When you first walk in through the walkway into the room, you happen upon a cluster of tables scattered throughout the room that are inhabited by people eating, people on computers and phones, and people socializing.

My breathing intensified as I heard his heavy foot steps on the creaky wooden stairs to the basement. I looked around panicking. I could practically see my breath in the stale cold air of the grungy dark basement. The floor was cold and made of concrete, walls made of brick, no windows to see out. The only furniture was a few dusty shelfs, a old mattress on the floor, and the chain attached to the handcuffs around my bruised wrist. Oh how bad they hurt.

Film Review: Pan’s Labyrinth For this extra credit assignment, I decided to write a film review on the movie Pan’s Labyrinth directed by Guillermo del Toro, the movie was produced in 2006. Guillermo del Toro has also worked on many movies with unique characters such as Hellboy and Pacific Rim. Although, Pan’s Labyrinth has a main character that is a normal human, you will see many unique characters in this film.

Restless shifting of bed linens. A trickle of sweat sliding down a pain contorted face. Hand fisted white knuckle in the sheets. Breaths coming in shallow quick pants of pain and fear. His head swiveled and tilted to the sounds coming from down the corridor. A slow inhalation of air through the nose to scent it. Damp earth, death, old blood, panicked fear of a female, a slayer. These where the ones that meant something. The others came and went with the dreams but those, they where all ways there. Always underlying the changing backdrop of images that seamed to be interchangeable. Always a corridor and at its end a group of cells. Three to the right and three to the left and the largest one it dead ended in was lit with a dim hazy gold light. Its front ten inches or more of clear plexiglass. Beyond this a bed large enough for two unlike the six cells lining the wall, a toilet, a sink but nothing for privacy. The female slayer was usually in the bed when he reached the plexiglass wall but not always. He opened his eyes to the shadowy blackness of the corridor that even his enhanced sight couldn't penetrate, but he knew from the damp earth smell that if he lifted his hands over his head that he could lay the palms of his hands flat on the ceiling and he would feel the roots of

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not