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09-29-2018, 06:21 AM
> FIND COMPANY LOGO, REFRESH MEMORY
You look over your prosthetics. You can't find any logos, serial numbers, special markings... but you do find a lot of spots where the metal has been scrubbed and filed away. You do your best to examine these spots, but it's difficult in the low light. The arm-light helps some, at least with examining your legs. It's not going to be possible to light up your arm if the flashlight is embedded in it!
From what you can tell, there's no conspicuous markings on you... but there are suspiciously filed-away spots. You decide to put two and two together.
> PONDER RABBIT-ESQUE PHYSIQUE
Have you always been like this? Well... you woke up about five minutes ago. And you have zero recollection of previous conscious experiences. So... maybe?
> SEARCH COUCH
You decide that staring at yourself and wondering who (and what, and where) the hell you are is solving nothing. Might as well do something. You walk to the hideaway bed that's half-sticking out and push it up. The rusted hinges creak and snap in a few places but luckily you are able to put it away.
Crouching down, you peer under the couch. There is a can of unopened soda, a small locked utility chest with stuff rattling inside, some balled up dirty clothes, and lots of dust. You sneeze several times. You place everything you found on the table, neatly, next to the lamp. You place the lamp upright so as to save space.
The soda is dented, with a scratched label that seems to read "Flizzy Pop: Original Flavor". The use by date is hard to read and probably useless anyways.
The utility box is yellow with a black handle, and a metal lock keeps you from opening it. It's not heavy but there's certainly some weight to it. Several somethings rattle within.
The clothes are... well, they're dirty, wrinkled, faded, torn, tattered, and probably only good for kindling at this point.
> EXAMINE DOOR AND IMMEDIATE OUTDOOR AREA
You walk to the door and jiggle the handle. It's unlocked, and the only thing keeping it shut is a chain lock bolt. You open it slightly and peer through, but its too dark on the other side to see anything... right now. You tap on your arm, and the arm-light comes back on. It's too dim to spot any details but you can tell you're in a long hall of apartments. Doors with rusted number labels line the sides, and a worn, faded carpet is underfoot. At the end of the hall is a single window with blinds, and a wide door marked "stairwell" in large letters.
You close the door but keep it unlocked, and you feel safe in the knowledge that you could theoretically stumble out into the hallway if anything happened.
You look over your prosthetics. You can't find any logos, serial numbers, special markings... but you do find a lot of spots where the metal has been scrubbed and filed away. You do your best to examine these spots, but it's difficult in the low light. The arm-light helps some, at least with examining your legs. It's not going to be possible to light up your arm if the flashlight is embedded in it!
From what you can tell, there's no conspicuous markings on you... but there are suspiciously filed-away spots. You decide to put two and two together.
> PONDER RABBIT-ESQUE PHYSIQUE
Have you always been like this? Well... you woke up about five minutes ago. And you have zero recollection of previous conscious experiences. So... maybe?
> SEARCH COUCH
You decide that staring at yourself and wondering who (and what, and where) the hell you are is solving nothing. Might as well do something. You walk to the hideaway bed that's half-sticking out and push it up. The rusted hinges creak and snap in a few places but luckily you are able to put it away.
Crouching down, you peer under the couch. There is a can of unopened soda, a small locked utility chest with stuff rattling inside, some balled up dirty clothes, and lots of dust. You sneeze several times. You place everything you found on the table, neatly, next to the lamp. You place the lamp upright so as to save space.
The soda is dented, with a scratched label that seems to read "Flizzy Pop: Original Flavor". The use by date is hard to read and probably useless anyways.
The utility box is yellow with a black handle, and a metal lock keeps you from opening it. It's not heavy but there's certainly some weight to it. Several somethings rattle within.
The clothes are... well, they're dirty, wrinkled, faded, torn, tattered, and probably only good for kindling at this point.
> EXAMINE DOOR AND IMMEDIATE OUTDOOR AREA
You walk to the door and jiggle the handle. It's unlocked, and the only thing keeping it shut is a chain lock bolt. You open it slightly and peer through, but its too dark on the other side to see anything... right now. You tap on your arm, and the arm-light comes back on. It's too dim to spot any details but you can tell you're in a long hall of apartments. Doors with rusted number labels line the sides, and a worn, faded carpet is underfoot. At the end of the hall is a single window with blinds, and a wide door marked "stairwell" in large letters.
You close the door but keep it unlocked, and you feel safe in the knowledge that you could theoretically stumble out into the hallway if anything happened.
Can anyone curse a REAL sword?