A purgatory, by Frater VI
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A man (or woman) is locked up in a house with no windows or exterior doors.
The only other occupant is his dying mother who is in the last stages of
terminal cancer.It is the son's duty to care for his mother during her
final days as she requires near constant care.He doesn't have time to eat.
No time to sleep.His mother is slowly mutating into something that
disgusts him, but he feels compelled to love and care for her.Eventually,
he can hardly look at her without retching, but he must still help her in
and out of bed, feed her, take her to the toilet (or help her with a
bedpan-- horror of horrors!)

When he is nearly exhausted and doesn't even have energy enough to stand
(let's say END of 5 or less, if such things count in a purgatory), she dies,
transforms into a Razide, chases him around the house, kills, and devours him.

Repeat until cleansed.


Frater VI

Another one, by Albert Bergquist
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I have used purgatories once, and I got a good response.

Some while ago (i.e. long ago), when I GM:ed Kult my players were in a dark
cellar of a theater where a man had killed his wife and the wall of the
illusion was thinner than elsewhere.

One of the players had highted senses and had a strange sensation just
before he saw the man (his ghost) dig a hole in the ground. Another one saw
a door at the far side of the room and couldn't resist going there. >:-) He
entered the door while the other ones weren't watching and found a staircase
which twisted downwards into the dark ... When he looked to the sides he saw
only dark space eventhough he know that on the other side of the door he was
leaning against the wall. Bravely (and stupidly) he began his descent.

After some time he could no longer see the opening of the door and a long
time later (minutes, hours he didn't really know) he reached the bottom. He
could hardly see the floor in the dark, but after what he could tell it was
granite. The air was thick but free flowing, as outside or in a gigantic
room. In the distance he saw a faint light and decided to walk towards it.

After a while he saw that the light came from oil burning in bowls around a
man hung up with hooks through his hands just a couple of inches above the
ground. The chains raising from the hooks vanished in the dark. Behind the
man was a big creature of glass and steel (razid) whipping the man who was
shivering in pain. The Razid didn't like to be interrupted and advanced
against the Veteran who drew his gun and fired a double shot into the bulk
of flesh that was moving closer. It was a good shot but didn't have the
effect he thought, so he turned away and ran towards where he thought the
stairs had been.

He soom realised he was running in a slightly wrong direction and turned
back in the corrected path. When he found the stairs again there were a big
bulk of flesh and steel waiting for him. He raised his hand for another shot
but the Razid was quicker and before he felt the pain he saw his weapon flew
out of his hand somewhere into the dark. He didn't faint, he had long ago
learned to control the pain, but he was bleeding and without weapon so he
turned and ran while the blood ran down his arm. He ran as he didn't dare to
stop and ran again. After a while he fainted from exhaustion and blood loss.

When he woke up, he had hooks through his hands from which chains
disappeared upwards into the dark. Just below his feet only water. (deep
water fobia) Bowls of oil float on the dark water and showed the vasteness
(and deepness) of the water. His old victims stood before him (veteran)
mutilated and gross, spitting, throwing rocks and asking him why he did it.
The terrorist that had been giving him such troubles in life (mistaken
identity) came up to him extinguishing his cigarett on his forehead causing
unbearable pain. People he had tortured in life (still veteran) pulled out
his nails with a pair of pinchers (the player hates damage to his fingers
and back since he hurt them when he was small, no permanent damage apart
from the fear) while the razid stood behind him whipping his back until the
flesh tore open. The pain wasn't understandable, he would have, should have
fainted a long time ago (control pain or not ... ) but he couldn't and the
pain just got worse.

Then he saw the water rising, and it was sea water, salting his wounds
(still deep water fobia). The water soon reached his head and he tried to
swim but he felt the water filling his body through his wounds and through
his mouth as he screamed in agony. He felt the panic run through his body as
he began to sink and he felt he was dying but his mind wouldn't fade away.
He was wide awake as the heart stopped in tremendous pain while he was
trying to breath water.
 
Just when it went black he found himself hanging just bove the water with
his victims in front of him. Until cleansed.
 
IMHO use the players AND the characters fears and disadvantages to create a
personal purgatorium. It feels better for both of U.