Post by Chaznoodles on May 13, 2014 15:04:18 GMT
This is a roleplay based around the actions of one character. Multiple options will be presented although not directly, and one must be chosen, which will then be narrated by myself to further the story. At the bottom of each section of narration, the question of choice will be asked, and any possible route can be taken. Due to my schedule, this may be slow or fast-going, depending on where I am.
A deep breath. Your chest heaves, filling with the air around you as you flicker back to consciousness. You can taste dust and ash in your mouth, along with the fine coppery taste of blood. You swallow and the taste vanishes, only to come back a second later. You can feel dried blood crusted on the side of your head, which cracks when you open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light. You realise you are lying down, the sky above dark with smoke, flickering with red and orange. You turn your head to the side, wincing when starbursts of light and pain flash in front of your eyes. To your left, you can see your outstretched arm, covered in grazes, although nothing too serious. Beyond that, you can see rubble and the remnants of a cart of some sort, a small ripped curtain covering it's contents. You can't see over the rubble from your current position, although from beyond you hear faint shouting and the low clattering of small arms fire. Slower this time, you turn your head to the right and grimace. Your right arm appears to be trapped under a large piece of debris, unable to move. You don't feel any pain from it, and you don't know if this is a good or bad sign. You raise your head to look down towards your feet, and ash from your hair drifts downwards in a small flurry of grey snowflakes. You appear to be clad in some sort of loose clothing, although you cannot determine what it consists of. To the left of your legs is a small knife, which appears to have a rather dulled edge.
You pause for a moment and try to think how you could have came here. Your mind feels fuzzy and grey, like the landscape around you. You must have hit your head harder than you thought, because nothing comes to mind that could have brought you to this situation. You give your right arm a small tug and a short gasp comes from your lips. Painful. You lay your head back down on the colourless ground and think for a moment.
Can you remember your name?
A deep breath. Your chest heaves, filling with the air around you as you flicker back to consciousness. You can taste dust and ash in your mouth, along with the fine coppery taste of blood. You swallow and the taste vanishes, only to come back a second later. You can feel dried blood crusted on the side of your head, which cracks when you open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light. You realise you are lying down, the sky above dark with smoke, flickering with red and orange. You turn your head to the side, wincing when starbursts of light and pain flash in front of your eyes. To your left, you can see your outstretched arm, covered in grazes, although nothing too serious. Beyond that, you can see rubble and the remnants of a cart of some sort, a small ripped curtain covering it's contents. You can't see over the rubble from your current position, although from beyond you hear faint shouting and the low clattering of small arms fire. Slower this time, you turn your head to the right and grimace. Your right arm appears to be trapped under a large piece of debris, unable to move. You don't feel any pain from it, and you don't know if this is a good or bad sign. You raise your head to look down towards your feet, and ash from your hair drifts downwards in a small flurry of grey snowflakes. You appear to be clad in some sort of loose clothing, although you cannot determine what it consists of. To the left of your legs is a small knife, which appears to have a rather dulled edge.
You pause for a moment and try to think how you could have came here. Your mind feels fuzzy and grey, like the landscape around you. You must have hit your head harder than you thought, because nothing comes to mind that could have brought you to this situation. You give your right arm a small tug and a short gasp comes from your lips. Painful. You lay your head back down on the colourless ground and think for a moment.
Can you remember your name?
