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| 25 Mar 2014 04:09 PM |
(( I'm going on vacation in a couple days, but I wanted to post something out of bored while waiting for my trip. This will be a short little interactive story thing, kinda like those choice games. I will try to finish it before I leave, but I may be unable to and therefore you would have to wait until I return.
Okay, so story. ))
You wake up in a small dark room. The damp floor beneath you chills your bare skin, and you can see the faint trickle of sunlight come in from a small window above you. A pounding assaults your head, and you realize that whatever had happened to get you thrown into this prison must have messed with your memory, maybe it will come back soon.
But first of, you, what do you like? You can barely catch a glimpse of your reflection in a small puddle by the window. It must have been raining.
- We work in the darkness to serve the light. - |
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| 25 Mar 2014 04:14 PM |
This is an awesome thread...
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| 25 Mar 2014 05:12 PM |
((I guess I'll try it)) I-I seem to have brown hair. It's rustled, like bedhead. I have blue eyes with green fringing the blue. I have slightly tan skin. I wonder where I am and how I got here. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 05:57 PM |
You have no clue about anything about yourself, but this room seems almost familiar in a way. There must be something in here that can help you remember.
- We work in the darkness to serve the light. - |
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| 25 Mar 2014 06:42 PM |
| I look around, trying to find something that will spark my memory. I can see a bed of straw or hay. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 06:45 PM |
| I also see 2 other things, but they're hidden in the shadows. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 06:47 PM |
| Random, that's not how an ISRP works, the OP decides what happens. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 06:56 PM |
Okay, I'll redo it.
And since when are you the OP?
I look around, trying to find something that can remind me of anything. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 07:00 PM |
| I'm not, just reminding you. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 07:28 PM |
There is a small pile of hay in one corner, with a scratchy, and filthy blanket thrown on top of it. That's your bed, you remember, but you hadn't slept there last night for whatever reason.
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| 25 Mar 2014 07:32 PM |
| I crawl over to the straw, curling up under the scratchy blanket. Even though it's scratchy, it's better than nothing. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 07:48 PM |
You lie down on the blanket, it's as scratchy as you expected to be, and you can't get comfortable. After a few moments you sit up so you can search through the mattress, and a clang sounds from the direction of the door. Sitting on the floor next to the door are two bowls on the wooden tray.
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| 25 Mar 2014 07:54 PM |
| I crawl over to the tray. I pick up the dishes, looking in them and hoping for food, water, anything that could help me get out of this accursed place. |
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| 25 Mar 2014 08:24 PM |
One of the bowls seemed to have contained water, but most of it spilled over when the tray was dropped. There is still a small amount of water left in the bowl, and some on the tree though. The other bowl contains a white much, it smells a lot like what you would imagine toe gunk to smell like. and doesn't look much better then that.
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| 26 Mar 2014 07:00 AM |
| I shudder at the gunk as I begin to drink the water. Disgusting. |
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| 26 Mar 2014 03:18 PM |
The water has a slight metallic taste to it, your mind tells you it's copper, but you don't know how you know that. You drink the rest of the water, and fall slightly satisfied.
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| 26 Mar 2014 03:36 PM |
| I lay down on cold stone floor, my finger swirling around in the goop. What do I do now? |
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