Post by Grigor Mortis on Jan 30, 2015 14:16:08 GMT
Unsa---factory.
The --- splintering --- has proven --- this one may be ---
The Wedding --- too chaotic --- no more --- cancel ---
Dump it --- The Outside --- it would be a m---
--- it's all beginning ag--- but they are li--- chil--- we can't shut do---
We can if I --- more baggage ---
Stop!! --- This weapons project has f--- And if you continue t--- you will be executed.
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Soft. Wet. Soft. Wet. This place is soft and it is also wet. Of a moistness. You can feel yourself wriggle in its soft wetness. You do not know what this wet softness is, but you can feel it is not your home. You cannot know your home??? Why. You start here, so it must be your home? You are confused. Your eyes are untrained, untested. You cannot even feel how many you have, but you reckon it's probably more than one. The scent of this soft place is odd, sweet yet bitter, and wet... Who can you be? Are you? You? Me? Will settle for you. You continue to wriggle in this place that is both wet and soft. It is safe here. You know it.
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This isn't going to be like most other threads. In this thread, you will play the role you do in the comic, as a group of voices assisting a single creature. The story is currently unformed and only vaguely thought of, the few lines you can see up there being the only concrete story. This story will adapt to your choices, and your actions. Your main goal will mostly be to find out who you truly are, and why you exist, but any side goals such as world domination or assembling a fine bee collection will also be followed!
You can begin by suggesting something to our confused protagonist.
The --- splintering --- has proven --- this one may be ---
The Wedding --- too chaotic --- no more --- cancel ---
Dump it --- The Outside --- it would be a m---
--- it's all beginning ag--- but they are li--- chil--- we can't shut do---
We can if I --- more baggage ---
Stop!! --- This weapons project has f--- And if you continue t--- you will be executed.
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Soft. Wet. Soft. Wet. This place is soft and it is also wet. Of a moistness. You can feel yourself wriggle in its soft wetness. You do not know what this wet softness is, but you can feel it is not your home. You cannot know your home??? Why. You start here, so it must be your home? You are confused. Your eyes are untrained, untested. You cannot even feel how many you have, but you reckon it's probably more than one. The scent of this soft place is odd, sweet yet bitter, and wet... Who can you be? Are you? You? Me? Will settle for you. You continue to wriggle in this place that is both wet and soft. It is safe here. You know it.
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This isn't going to be like most other threads. In this thread, you will play the role you do in the comic, as a group of voices assisting a single creature. The story is currently unformed and only vaguely thought of, the few lines you can see up there being the only concrete story. This story will adapt to your choices, and your actions. Your main goal will mostly be to find out who you truly are, and why you exist, but any side goals such as world domination or assembling a fine bee collection will also be followed!
You can begin by suggesting something to our confused protagonist.