lunarLunatic
DEATH EGG
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 30, 2015 17:32:10 GMT -8
>[...]
 In a world where her front door leads into the VOID, anything can happen.
There could be some lurking horror, waiting for the moment she opens the door to lead her into the nothingness with it.
That seed of doubt blooms into paranoia.
She stays still, sweat forming. If she moves even a bit, whatever behind her might strike.
She shuts her eyes, perhaps if she opens them again after a while, she'll go back to reality.
Time seems to pass, she stays still. Slowly, her ears hear something. Dripping. Something's dripping. It might be the sink, she thinks. But as she listened closely, she realized that it sounded nothing like the faucet dripping water. It's too...thick-sounding.
And most of all, it's too close to be the kitchen sink.
It all happened so fast. She slowly turned around, only for something to strike her right in the chest.
Too unbalanced, she falls over...and into the eerie blackness of the void. All she saw of her assailant was the dripping of ink. Thick, black ink.
It hurts.
Just the feeling of falling made her terrified.
She's falling into a featureless sky, and she doesn't know if there's a ground that she would fall into and become a paste.
For all she knew, she could be falling endlessly.
It hurts.
Something blooms in her chest, her heart, her arms. It grew into overwhelming pain. "Why is this happening?" she thought.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
The pain, and the fear of falling forever in this pain, consumes her. As she sees the open door shrinking into a small speck in the sky and disappearing, her mind melts with the eerie black of the sky. She has lost? consciousness.
Time marches on.
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lunarLunatic
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 30, 2015 18:05:12 GMT -8
>Awaken somewhere else.
The pain is gone, but is replaced with confusion.
She wakes up, the sky is the same, but something small decorates it.
A tiny blue moon.
Sitting up, she feels that she's landed without any sort of injury.
Which is a little odd, to be honest.
The ground is white, but stained with ink.
Bones litter the ground.
It feels deathly cold.
But it's not the only thing that's stained.
Strangely the first thing she thought is that it would be hell to remove.
...Where is she?
>Call someone on the phone?
Unfortunately, she forgot to bring her phone with her before she fell into the void.
Which is unfortunate. Very unfortunate.
She checks herself.
The only thing she carries with her now is:
+Her weapon
+Her music player
+Half of a sandwich
+A piece of folded paper
That's it.
>[ENTER COMMAND]
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on Apr 30, 2015 18:07:11 GMT -8
>Examine the area you've landed in
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lunarLunatic
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 30, 2015 19:09:43 GMT -8
>Examine the area you've landed in There is not much to it aside from what was mentioned before. A wasteland filled with bones and...ink?
There is no sound aside from the bubbling of the black liquid and the sound of her own breathing. She walks at a random direction and the only thing different is the type of bones lying around and the size of the pools of ink.
...This place scares her.
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on Apr 30, 2015 19:11:21 GMT -8
>Take the skull. Be the Hamlet.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 30, 2015 19:42:06 GMT -8
>Take the skull. Be the Hamlet.
Err, let's see...She's a little rusty with the Hamlet.
{Show Hamletlog}To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
...That probably wasn't the right scene, but it's something.
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on Apr 30, 2015 19:47:27 GMT -8
>Eat the skull
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 30, 2015 21:40:06 GMT -8
>Eat the skull ...That would be unwise, who knows what sort of disease this thing has on it!
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Post by metreu on Apr 30, 2015 22:25:55 GMT -8
>Skull Helmet for +1 defense!
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on Apr 30, 2015 22:29:37 GMT -8
>Go west
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Post by frozenlake on May 1, 2015 3:12:46 GMT -8
>Go Dennis
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Post by lunarLunatic on May 1, 2015 19:03:33 GMT -8
>Skull Helmet for +1 defense! She puts the skull on her head.
It's a little bit too small to fit, but it manages to stay on.
>Go west Unfortunately, she has this unfortunate habit of mixing up east and west.
Either way, she walks in one direction.
...Hopefully she'll find something different soon...
>Go Dennis
what
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Post by lunarLunatic on May 1, 2015 19:36:53 GMT -8
>[...] It felt to be about thirty minutes until she found something. It was something moving. and it was heading this way.  Whatever it was, it wasn't human. ...Should she try to converse with it...? What if it was hostile? She was in no place to fight. Her weapon isn't even a real weapon. >[ENTER COMMAND] |
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Post by metreu on May 1, 2015 19:39:04 GMT -8
>Ask if they are reading Shakespeare
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on May 1, 2015 19:43:25 GMT -8
>Dance-off!
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