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[Araph]

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This is an odd sort of story. It's a suggestion adventure, but the setting will be decided in a totally arbitrary manner and the laws of nature are on vacation 'round here. Post whatever you want for the next update, as what you say will steer the adventure onto it's path. Random or logical, about the setting or story, it matters not what you say (Have some fun with this; absurdity is good right now!). The character is nobody now; it has no name, no species, no personification aside from how it reacts to the land it is placed in. Good luck!

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[Sinpwn]

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too!

[Araph]

The mist fades, and your senses take hold of your mind. You can see the grass, light green and speckled with dew; you can hear the soft wind driving the fog before it; you can feel the cold touch of water vapor on your face. The world is blurry and shadowed. Your limbs don't move when you tell them to. In the half-light, you can see shapes moving around you... or are you imagining it?

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@Sinpwn
That rhyme was oddly fitting with what I was thinking of for the story. Maybe it's just the tone I'm applying to it in my mind combined with the words as they are, but I like the oxymoronic contradictions and how they (in the convoluted way my mind thinks) mesh with the game.

[exolyx]

Wait, this is basically just us telling what to put into the world and see what happens? Seems pretty cool. I'll contribute if i get some kind of example on how exactly we should do this, just a bit confused here.

[freeformschooler]

Following so hard, no contributions for the moment since I am pressed for time. I highly respect you as a GM, though, and all your past games have been top notch so this one will probably be excellent.

[Araph]

Following so hard, no contributions for the moment since I am pressed for time. I highly respect you as a GM, though, and all your past games have been top notch so this one will probably be excellent.

You, sir, just made my day!

Wait, this is basically just us telling what to put into the world and see what happens? Seems pretty cool. I'll contribute if i get some kind of example on how exactly we should do this, just a bit confused here.

That's close, but not quite what happens; stuff randomly (that is, whatever I decide) happens to the character and you have to give him commands to survive through this surreal dreamscape.

[Tiruin]

Following so hard, no contributions for the moment since I am pressed for time. I highly respect you as a GM, though, and all your past games have been top notch so this one will probably be excellent.

FFS says it all.

And it being free-form, quadruple yes!

And, Ninja'd by Araph!

[Araph]

Unbidden, a rhyme finds it way into your mind:

Men build their walls and hallowed halls
Civilizations are erected fast
The trappings of wild are ruin'd and exiled
Lest men be brought down to live their last

Listen close to hear of fear
That death knell that awaits mankind
Erect the mind's barriers lest you lose yourself
To see what you in the shadows may find

First the beast comes, and only one
No kindred or old friends has he
Beware his wiles, his perfected guile
And fear the skin that you do not see

How did you know that? You've never heard it. You know you've never heard it...

Your blood runs cold. The sanctity of the moor upon which you stand is violated. You can feel it. Your instincts are crying out, and they say but one thing.

Run.

[Araph]

Oh, and just so you know...

The game's genre is horror.

Good luck guiding our unnamed protagonist!

[Tiruin]

Advance in the most appropriate direction you can see, and by that I mean try to fly forward!

[exolyx]

Run like a Dwarf trying to get a sock!

[Armok]

> tentacles ending in wicked blades and injection needles: emerge reaching from the mist.

[Araph]

Oh God, oh God...

Where can you run? The mists enshroud your surroundings; your sight is barred beyond a few feet away, and the faint breeze dies away. You instinctively hold your breath in the noiseless environment. The cold silence of utter solitude closes in on you.

Except for the breathing.

[The Fool]

Is that a tall faceless man in a suit?

Run now. It doesn't matter where. We shouldn't see the eldrich horrors of the mind for any longer than we need to.

[exolyx]

Run in the opposite direction of that silhouette. Seems like the logical course of action.