> F L O O D <
09-28-2018, 06:05 AM
> EXAMINE SELF
The cobwebs in your head are clearing, for the most part. Slowly, you stand up straight and glance down at yourself.
Both of your legs are metal prosthesis that extend all the way to your hip. Your left arm is also a metal prosthetic, and a small cracked screen is on the forearm. Your legs are attached right below the hip, bolted into place, with your arm being bolted into your shoulder. Some of your hair passes in front of your eyes as you look down, and when another burst of lightning strikes, you can see it is a dull dark blue. Short gray fur covers you from head to... well, not toe, obviously. Reaching above your head, you can feel your two ears, about a foot long and also covered with fur on the outside.
Your clothes are a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. The black nylon shorts reach down to mid-thigh, and the black tank top is enough to cover your dignity. You don't have any socks or shoes.
You feel as though you've woken for the first time, and yet everything feels old at the same time it's new. Your clothes are a little tattered on the edges, your prosthesis have scratches and a few dents, your hair is slightly tangled and greasy, and your fur is thin and matted down. Overall, you feel nasty and you hope there's a bath or a shower somewhere. And maybe clean-ish clothes among the giant mess.
Yet everything feels new. You have no memories at all. If you do have any, you can't remember them, and then they're not really memories, are they? More like forget-ories. Despite no prior knowledge of ever handling anything in the world, you just know what things in the room are. Like the lamp. You just know it's a lamp. All this sudden information freaks you out a little bit.
> ACTIVATE LIGHT SWITCH
You search the walls for a light switch. There's a rectangular hole in the wall where you'd assume one would have been, were it not a literal hole in the wall with frayed wires sticking out.
As you ponder the missing light switch, your arm buzzes. As you look down, the cracked screen flickers alive, glowing a dull green.
The light coming from your wrist screen becomes much, much brighter, providing a square illumination. You have to hold your arm somewhat awkwardly to use it properly, considering the screen is positioned opposite of the palm-side of your arm. You feel as though you're saluting the room as you let the green light wash over everything.
The cobwebs in your head are clearing, for the most part. Slowly, you stand up straight and glance down at yourself.
Both of your legs are metal prosthesis that extend all the way to your hip. Your left arm is also a metal prosthetic, and a small cracked screen is on the forearm. Your legs are attached right below the hip, bolted into place, with your arm being bolted into your shoulder. Some of your hair passes in front of your eyes as you look down, and when another burst of lightning strikes, you can see it is a dull dark blue. Short gray fur covers you from head to... well, not toe, obviously. Reaching above your head, you can feel your two ears, about a foot long and also covered with fur on the outside.
Your clothes are a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. The black nylon shorts reach down to mid-thigh, and the black tank top is enough to cover your dignity. You don't have any socks or shoes.
You feel as though you've woken for the first time, and yet everything feels old at the same time it's new. Your clothes are a little tattered on the edges, your prosthesis have scratches and a few dents, your hair is slightly tangled and greasy, and your fur is thin and matted down. Overall, you feel nasty and you hope there's a bath or a shower somewhere. And maybe clean-ish clothes among the giant mess.
Yet everything feels new. You have no memories at all. If you do have any, you can't remember them, and then they're not really memories, are they? More like forget-ories. Despite no prior knowledge of ever handling anything in the world, you just know what things in the room are. Like the lamp. You just know it's a lamp. All this sudden information freaks you out a little bit.
> ACTIVATE LIGHT SWITCH
You search the walls for a light switch. There's a rectangular hole in the wall where you'd assume one would have been, were it not a literal hole in the wall with frayed wires sticking out.
As you ponder the missing light switch, your arm buzzes. As you look down, the cracked screen flickers alive, glowing a dull green.
Spoiler
The light coming from your wrist screen becomes much, much brighter, providing a square illumination. You have to hold your arm somewhat awkwardly to use it properly, considering the screen is positioned opposite of the palm-side of your arm. You feel as though you're saluting the room as you let the green light wash over everything.
Can anyone curse a REAL sword?