RE: Gestalt: Echo's Gift (Text Adventure)
03-08-2019, 07:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2019, 10:01 PM by periferal.)
==>BONNY NEWT
Almost! You get that misspelling a lot, actually.
Let's start this properly.
Your name is BONNIE NEWT.
You also go by HESTIA, but only in costume.
The ges living in your head is named approximately w7α6ν4; you call them WHITE-ANT. WHITE-ANT is easier to say than w7α6ν4, especially as w7α6ν4 says w7α6ν4, which is not how w7α6ν4 looks on the page.
(Page? This is just your internal monologue. Ugh, whatever, you’ve been awake too long.)
Your datemate, DIESEL CROW, does not call their ges anything, for their ges does not speak.
Their ges gave them their gift, and then gave up the ghost, as it were.
You are, you think, searching for reasons why you were taken by Faustus and your friends were left alone. That your ges speaks to you would seem a worthy hypothesis, except you are not the only gestalted, or even the only witch, you know whose ges speaks to them.
That you were taken because you are gestalted is obvious. You knew Faustus’s reputation before you knew their truth: seekers of the truth about union, and there do not seem to be any practitioners here.
WHITE-ANT: T’peu maybe pas t’fer si trist mon car; ca t’n’aid pas.
You know that they’re the reason why you don’t feel that hungry, even though you are fed irregularly and not always with food you can eat. You’re grateful for that; you’re grateful for their gift, too. You’re less grateful for how much they resemble your now dead grandmother, in the same way that a pulsar can resemble an electric light bulb.
BONNIE: That’s actually comforting. Thank you.
WHITE-ANT: Il n'y a qu’une vie, ici, ici, il n'y a qu’une vie, ici, ici.
This is boring. Not your ges--there is a chance you have been neurologically programmed to find interactions with your ges interesting--but sitting on your bed, staring at the opposite wall, listening to the clock tick.
You can get up and explore. You can try to go to sleep, as much as you’re pretty sure that’s unlikely to work.
You could use your pow No. You will not do that. Not right now.
Honestly, your options are infinite, for a highly prescribed definition of “infinity.”
It has only a week and already you feel like you might never see natural light again. It is not a nice feeling; you should really distract yourself!
1: Clock 2: Explore! You haven't actually spent that much time just looking around. 3: Try to sleep? 4: Use your powers
Take comfort, they will not kill you yet, you are too useful to their impenetrable goal.
You only have one life; I desire its continuance.
Note: I'm experimenting with the formatting as we go; the lack of serious formatting in the first post is because I have no other visual way to denote the total lack of input in it.
Almost! You get that misspelling a lot, actually.
Let's start this properly.
Your name is BONNIE NEWT.
You also go by HESTIA, but only in costume.
The ges living in your head is named approximately w7α6ν4; you call them WHITE-ANT. WHITE-ANT is easier to say than w7α6ν4, especially as w7α6ν4 says w7α6ν4, which is not how w7α6ν4 looks on the page.
(Page? This is just your internal monologue. Ugh, whatever, you’ve been awake too long.)
Your datemate, DIESEL CROW, does not call their ges anything, for their ges does not speak.
Their ges gave them their gift, and then gave up the ghost, as it were.
You are, you think, searching for reasons why you were taken by Faustus and your friends were left alone. That your ges speaks to you would seem a worthy hypothesis, except you are not the only gestalted, or even the only witch, you know whose ges speaks to them.
That you were taken because you are gestalted is obvious. You knew Faustus’s reputation before you knew their truth: seekers of the truth about union, and there do not seem to be any practitioners here.
WHITE-ANT: T’peu maybe pas t’fer si trist mon car; ca t’n’aid pas.
You know that they’re the reason why you don’t feel that hungry, even though you are fed irregularly and not always with food you can eat. You’re grateful for that; you’re grateful for their gift, too. You’re less grateful for how much they resemble your now dead grandmother, in the same way that a pulsar can resemble an electric light bulb.
BONNIE: That’s actually comforting. Thank you.
WHITE-ANT: Il n'y a qu’une vie, ici, ici, il n'y a qu’une vie, ici, ici.
This is boring. Not your ges--there is a chance you have been neurologically programmed to find interactions with your ges interesting--but sitting on your bed, staring at the opposite wall, listening to the clock tick.
You can get up and explore. You can try to go to sleep, as much as you’re pretty sure that’s unlikely to work.
You could use your pow No. You will not do that. Not right now.
Honestly, your options are infinite, for a highly prescribed definition of “infinity.”
It has only a week and already you feel like you might never see natural light again. It is not a nice feeling; you should really distract yourself!
1: Clock 2: Explore! You haven't actually spent that much time just looking around. 3: Try to sleep? 4: Use your powers
Take comfort, they will not kill you yet, you are too useful to their impenetrable goal.
You only have one life; I desire its continuance.
Note: I'm experimenting with the formatting as we go; the lack of serious formatting in the first post is because I have no other visual way to denote the total lack of input in it.