When the world stops running.

You wake up at some time. You don't know what time it is or even if time exists anymore. After looking out of the window, you see that everything around you is caked in white.

What were your NAME and OCCUPATION again?

Mr A. Blackwater, PhD. you are a scientist in the field of memes and the endorphins that each one produces. Your goal is to find the ultimate meme that will stop clinical depression.

Jacques blue

You are a Tobacco farmer.

The idea of this job makes you grow eyes to narrow at the screen. really a Meme scienceist. What are we five?



This seems more likely. You are Jacques Blackwater, a Tobacco Farmer who owns a world-wide Tobacco Farm company, thus being able to own this flat.

What will you do?

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This is your stat's sheet. Your Strength, Agility and Endurance are currently at it's lowest and your inventory is empty. You can create things with creative points, yet currently, you have none. Your life is at an all-time low. There is a pile of tobacco under your bed that you could use to gain creativity-yet there may be consequences.

Check the whole situation outside the window. Is there even an "everything" to be caked in white or is this one of those inscrutable void-dealies?

you drop and do 20 push ups.

You're not getting any stronger, quicker or even enduring anything better than before. If anything you're just extremely tired.

{+1 fatigue}

You approach the window to check up on the outside world.

You wouldn't say there's an everything coated in white currently, more like there used to be an everything from your memory. You also wouldn't say it's an inscrutable void deal either. There's a reason, you know it-yet the more you try to remember, the harder it is for you to think straight. Everyone just disappeared one day then it became this. Something used to be around here, but now there's just the dumb-ass void.

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You are currently out of your lifeblood, tobacco. You must fix this error immediately with a good ol' fashioned tobacco hunt through the flat.

>take a pillow

Is this just like, after the universe ended???

Is this just like, after the universe ended???

Whose to say. ;}

>Rip the pillows apart and eat them like a feral beast, “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man”, And all that.

>Are you an Enderman? Is this the secret realm you inhabit?

You know what would be fun? Tobacco snow. Fling the tobacco around, make it fuckin rain

closing off for a quick few! Gonna update this tomorrow!