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[Shokkou]

You awaken on a simple bed in a small room with plain wooden walls and a flimsy looking wooden door. Beside you, assuming it hasn't been moved since you went to sleep, is a humble but trusty backpack with a few supplies for your journey. The room rocks gently up and down as you lie in bed staring at the wooden planks above you. At the moment your mind still rests partly in the loosening grasp of morning grogginess.

 

(Here's how it's gonna go down. You post stuff, I tell you what happens. Sometimes I'll take the first reply. Sometimes I'll handle it democratically by counting up what everyone said and going with that. Sometimes I'll combine your posts into some Frankenstein amalgamation of their intent. Sometimes I'll play them all out in sequence, Twitch Plays Pokemon style. It depends on what I feel like at the time. Good luck and try to find all the easter eggs.)

[ᗅᗺᗷᗅ]

Ooh, kind of like a tabletop RPG in slow motion. I'll bite.

 

After my morning cry I get up and try the door. Is it locked?

[KiWi]

I rub my eyes, and yawn. Do my morning radio exercises after listening out for spies & intruders.

But not before quickly looking under the bed. And after my stretching, I more intently examine under the mattress/bedding. I'm sure I hid something there. If not, and if it's not edible look in my backpack for a piece of jerky.

[Redezra]

We're on a boat? Motherfucker, I forgot.

 

 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nah I vote lie here and get more sleep.

[Shokkou]

Ooh, kind of like a tabletop RPG in slow motion. I'll bite.

 

After my morning cry I get up and try the door. Is it locked?

You have chosen to be a massive, self-obsessed, communist wanker. Of course, you don't call it that. You call it socialism, but deep down you know you're not really fooling anyone. After a moment of reflection, you realize this has nothing whatsoever to do with the story. You're not you. You're the character. Which is to say you are you. You're not really sure who else you could be to not be that person but this is all getting far too meta for your liking. Passing a Wisdom check you didn't even realize was part of this narrative framework, you suddenly remember the pills in your pocket intended to block out these kinds of fourth wall breaking meta thoughts (although, knowing what you know about Shokkou, you get the feeling this won't be the last time your smugly smarmy author makes this kind of joke) for about 48 hours of real-time. How you have medication that functions on a scale of time entirely unrelated to the world you live in is beyond you. In fact, you're not really even sure if you'll still be able to read the label once the pills kick in or if it'll say something entirely different. Perhaps you won't even be able to perceive their existence while they're in effect. All this seems like a huge oversight to you and you resolve to bring this to the attention of the doctors who prescribed it, assuming of course that you can find them without neglecting your medication.

 

While you're contemplating this, a shibe appears beside your bed and barks "So Acheivement. Such Get. Wow." before vanishing before your very eyes.

Edited by Shokkou, 19 September 2016 - 06:39 PM.

[ᗅᗺᗷᗅ]

This is so much like my real life it's scary.

[Redezra]

So do I get gamerpoints for the achievement? Or should I start deconstructing the door? Not literally mind you, I was thinking more of a cultural deconstruction.

[*Anastasia]

(OOC: Moved to the Geek Room.)

[Shokkou]

So do I get gamerpoints for the achievement? Or should I start deconstructing the door? Not literally mind you, I was thinking more of a cultural deconstruction.

Opting to ignore your medication for the time being, you turn your attention to the door. Yes, it's a wooden slab that covers the entryway between your room and the world beyond but what does it mean? You haven't ventured beyond it since awakening so for all you know the whole of existence is contained within this small room. Maybe the door isn't just a collection of wooden planks keeping you and your belongings inside. Perhaps the door is a bulwark against the void of nothingness that stretches out in all directions. A tingle of excitement races up your spine at the thought. Maybe the door represents the barrier you construct around yourself to protect against potential harm? Is it worth it to have the door if its existence inhibits others from entering into this space which, for all you know, constitutes the greatest place to exist in the whole of the universe? Or is it a necessary evil in order to ensure that your pocket of the world isn't allowed to fall into disrepair by the actions of less desirable folk? Is this even your space? Is the decision to keep the door closed or to open it even yours to make?
 
Your thoughts are interrupted as the room bucks violently and a loud snap resounds while the door flies open. You see a wooden corridor beyond. It seems this room isn't the entire universe after all, assuming you can trust your perception of the hallway outside. This thought is accompanied by a sudden flash of an image in your mind.
 

Spoiler

[Redezra]

I agree with socialist mickey and vote we grab the backpack and leave!

[Shokkou]

I rub my eyes, and yawn. Do my morning radio exercises after listening out for spies & intruders.

But not before quickly looking under the bed. And after my stretching, I more intently examine under the mattress/bedding. I'm sure I hid something there. If not, and if it's not edible look in my backpack for a piece of jerky.

You do indeed have a small stash of deer jerky wrapped in leather under your bed. Scarfing it down, you let the relaxing sound of the morning radio soothe your spirits. It occurs to you that radio doesn't even exist and probably won't be invented for a long time to come, but you don't give a shit. Once your morning exercises are finished you grab your backpack and give a disappointed sigh. Your room wasn't infiltrated even once by spies even after you explicitly invoked them. Does this author not know how to take a hint? You were all excited about the possibility of the story getting off to an action packed start as you fought off or escaped from a group of intruders, but it seems that moment has passed.

[Redezra]

Damn.

 

Pack it in guys, we aren't Jason Bourne.

[Shokkou]

Damn.

 

Pack it in guys, we aren't Jason Bourne.

You put the rest of the jerky in your backpack.

[Manoka]

I look for the first person that I can kill.