[銀河の物語] - Or Squibsim 2019
05-25-2018, 01:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2019, 03:49 PM by SirBlizz98.)
You walk upon a field of black sand.
You don't remember how you got here.
The grim oppression a red sun glowers upon as you walk upon the ebony dunes. Grim determination to reach some uncertain goal shaded by the callous fogs of the mind.
You don't know where these thoughts come from.
Suddenly then you see, evidently what you were looking.
![[Image: GLX_Panel_001.gif?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/b3g8ez6g19xra2d/GLX_Panel_001.gif?dl=1)
A strange bird sitting imperiously upon a forlorn skull. Satisfied with this, you sit upon the dunes waiting for something. You're uncertain what it is, but you wait for what seems to be ages. The red sun passes on and over and on and over and on. You lose count of the number of times it does this.
![[Image: GLX_Panel_002.gif?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/xtqlub345y87kty/GLX_Panel_002.gif?dl=1)
Then suddenly, on what you surmise, through an uncertain whim, was the ninetieth passing of the sun, the bird let lose a sound. You don't recall hearing it, but you covered your ears all the same, and then...
You woke up.
it's a brand new day
![[Image: GLX_Panel_003.png?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/fh9j4ctgc1l6ger/GLX_Panel_003.png?dl=1)
Your name is Karla, and you awaken in your plainly appointed apartment bedroom. "What a peculiar dream" you think to yourself, before you crane your head to gaze at your bedside clock...
6:01 a.m. That's decidedly too early for you, you think. There is nothing you'd like more than to slip back into the cozy embrace of your entirely plainly appointed bed. Even in spite of the odd dream you just had... but alas the realities of your situation dawn on you as the haze of sleep gradually lifts from your mind and that peculiar dream drifts into the demesne of your subconscious.
You have work in a hour.
![[Image: GLX_Karla_CharaSheet_01.png?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/o3qbjsqv5xqbhtx/GLX_Karla_CharaSheet_01.png?dl=1)
You don't remember how you got here.
The grim oppression a red sun glowers upon as you walk upon the ebony dunes. Grim determination to reach some uncertain goal shaded by the callous fogs of the mind.
You don't know where these thoughts come from.
Suddenly then you see, evidently what you were looking.
![[Image: GLX_Panel_001.gif?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/b3g8ez6g19xra2d/GLX_Panel_001.gif?dl=1)
A strange bird sitting imperiously upon a forlorn skull. Satisfied with this, you sit upon the dunes waiting for something. You're uncertain what it is, but you wait for what seems to be ages. The red sun passes on and over and on and over and on. You lose count of the number of times it does this.
![[Image: GLX_Panel_002.gif?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/xtqlub345y87kty/GLX_Panel_002.gif?dl=1)
Then suddenly, on what you surmise, through an uncertain whim, was the ninetieth passing of the sun, the bird let lose a sound. You don't recall hearing it, but you covered your ears all the same, and then...
You woke up.
it's a brand new day
![[Image: GLX_Panel_003.png?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/fh9j4ctgc1l6ger/GLX_Panel_003.png?dl=1)
Your name is Karla, and you awaken in your plainly appointed apartment bedroom. "What a peculiar dream" you think to yourself, before you crane your head to gaze at your bedside clock...
6:01 a.m. That's decidedly too early for you, you think. There is nothing you'd like more than to slip back into the cozy embrace of your entirely plainly appointed bed. Even in spite of the odd dream you just had... but alas the realities of your situation dawn on you as the haze of sleep gradually lifts from your mind and that peculiar dream drifts into the demesne of your subconscious.
You have work in a hour.
![[Image: GLX_Karla_CharaSheet_01.png?dl=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/o3qbjsqv5xqbhtx/GLX_Karla_CharaSheet_01.png?dl=1)