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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 6, 2014 13:28:46 GMT
The first thing you are aware of is darkness. It lasts for a while, but shortly you have the distinct sense of seeing flashes of light playing before your mind's eyes. Images. Most of them too blurry and going by too fast for you to imprint them into your memory. But a few you are able to recognize. A river... a massive oak tree... a girl sitting next to you... the sky ablaze... You wake up. You are hyperventilating, your lungs rapidly sucking air into themselves, as if you've recently had the wind knocked out of you. Your head is full of a dense fog, but you are vaguely aware of where you are. You're in a room, empty for the most part. You are lying on a cot, your head on a pillow and your form covered by a worn blanket. The room is small and dim, and there is a door at the other end of it. You sit upright on the cot. The fog in your head is slowly clearing, but you still cannot gather a coherent line of thought. You try to focus on the first thing that comes to mind: your name. You try to remember your name. ... ... Can you... remember?
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farcry11
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 6, 2014 14:26:42 GMT
Lester Schultz
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Post by tuiee on Jun 6, 2014 18:59:23 GMT
Komi Tapega Tuioletai.
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Post by Mewoykyinuis on Jun 6, 2014 21:44:29 GMT
George Melons
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Post by England90111 on Jun 6, 2014 21:45:33 GMT
Richard Sweat. Get it? Dick Sweat.
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gollee
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Post by gollee on Jun 6, 2014 22:33:04 GMT
This style looks so much like Starbound...
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 6, 2014 22:45:24 GMT
It's my own style. I haven't ripped off anything, hue.
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gollee
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Post by gollee on Jun 6, 2014 23:03:48 GMT
That was a compliment, it looks awesome.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 6, 2014 23:06:27 GMT
Oh, thanks Gulliver.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 7, 2014 11:57:57 GMT
At least a hundred names run through your head, and you don't know which one is yours. Then one suddenly sticks out for you. Lester... Lester Schultz... that's your name... You stand up from your sitting position, hoping that getting the blood flowing through your body will help to clear up the fog in your head. After a few minutes, you can think clearly again. However, you still cannot remember much. You take another look around the room. The door on the other side has a window inset into it, but the glass is opaque and you can't see anything out of it. However, from the light streaming in you are able to deduce that it is daytime. Next to the door is what looks like a vent covered by a grating. There might also be something under the bed. What do you do?
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farcry11
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 7, 2014 17:36:30 GMT
Rummage around under the bed.
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Post by Depandio on Jun 8, 2014 5:43:58 GMT
Check your pockets.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 8, 2014 12:35:37 GMT
Rummage around under the bed.
You decide to check your pockets. Maybe there's some clue as to what happened in them. You don't find anything except a paperclip and a couple pieces of lint. You decide to keep the paperclip. You then decide that it might be a good idea to rummage around under the bed. Perhaps there's something useful there? You rummage around for a few minutes, but you don't find anything besides strips of dirty cloth and the headlines of old newspapers. A couple of them date back to the 1990's. You're... pretty sure that the year is around 2000-something. But, you have no way of knowing exactly what year it is. After finding nothing of use, you decide to give up-- hang on, what's this? Inside a cardboard box under the bed, you find a scrap of paper that has some writing in pen on it. The handwriting seems... eerily familiar. Is it yours? You don't have a pen nearby, so you can't confirm that. The note is crumpled up, and most of the ink has bled and faded, as if the message was soaked in water and left out to dry. Only the top half seems legible. It reads: To Lester I know you must be [illegible] confused. This is normal. There are strange [illegible] You have to [illegible] during the day [illegible] not safe when [illegible] REMEMBER THIS NEXT PART, ALWAYS [illegible]The rest of the note is illegible, and the very bottom of the page is torn off. You feel a bit uneasy, because the note suggested some imminent threat to your well-being, but most of it is unreadable. Overall, you are no closer to finding any answers than you already were. You put the note in your pocket. Maybe you could derive some use from it later. What now?
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Post by Depandio on Jun 8, 2014 13:05:12 GMT
Inspect the vent.
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farcry11
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 8, 2014 14:26:35 GMT
Peek outside the door.
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mrimatool
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Post by mrimatool on Jun 8, 2014 15:08:29 GMT
Rusty, you should learn how to code or find someone who can, and make a game with this stuff man, I really love the art style, and it fits an adventure game definitely Sent from my HTC Desire 300
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 8, 2014 19:52:01 GMT
I'm very slowly learning code. Veeeeeeeeeeeery slowly.
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mrimatool
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Post by mrimatool on Jun 9, 2014 1:08:44 GMT
Hahahaha well I will be sure to buy a game if you make it Rustu, trust me Sent from my HTC Desire 300
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Post by Mikalhvi on Jun 9, 2014 17:44:05 GMT
If this adventure is continuing - Check the vent for your missing stash of twinkies that you vaguely recall having.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Jun 14, 2014 13:36:56 GMT
Sorry it took so long for such a relatively small update.
Check the vent for your missing stash of twinkies
You walk over to the vent, and try to pull the grating off. No luck, as it's firmly secured to the opening with four screws. However, you vaguely remember stashing something in there for some reason, so you slip your hand in between the grating and rummage around a bit, as far as you can reach. You grab a hold of something flat and smooth, and pull it out to take a look. It's a photograph. The edges are a bit torn and worn, but overall it seems that someone decided it was important enough to preserve. There are two people in the photograph, and one of them is... you? You and a woman, with your arms around each other. You are standing in the middle of a field wearing winter clothes, and you're pointing something out to her. You both have smiles on your faces. In this picture, you obviously know who this woman is. She's obviously someone important to you... but you can't remember now. Discouraged, and more than a little disturbed about the fact that your memory seems to be a blank slate, you decide to take a peek outside. The window inset into the door is made of opaque glass, and offers you no clues as to what's outside. You gently grab the door handle and begin slowly turning, taking care not to make any noise. Drat. It's locked. Now what?
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