http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6bm9ev_6ogPropman spent the next ten minutes scouring the starting room. The bridges appeared to be built out of some sort of plywood with a thin veneer of boards placed on top, while the room appeared to be carved of solid stone, in stark contrast to the mostly solid concrete hall ahead. There was a large pool of clear water bellow that flowed in from an unkown source. He poked at the surface with the blunt tip of his spear, and it rippled. He attempted to take a smell at the water, and it reeked of...some sort of chemical. He wasn't exactuly sure if it was safe to drink, but luckily enough, he had a full canteen of water on board so he wouldn't have to test that thought for a while. He looked back at the large platform he had landed on, and then to the object it gave him.
"Please select your class.""Crikey. I have three different theories as to what this could possibly mean, and only one of them leads to the assumption that this is a dream..."The young man had talked to himself out loud, partially to keep himself from going any less sane than already needed, and partially to keep himself on focus.
The Propman thought about what his ultimate choice would be. On one hand, there was a chance that such a choice would be ultimately meaningless beyond what would be written on his virtual gravestone in the case he were to... well,
in the case that such a thing would be needed, yet on the other there might be a chance where choosing the wrong class would make him lose the ability to run while eating or some other idiotic RPG mechanic that he was increasingly suspecting was playing a role in his current situation.
"I -I guess I'm a Privateer, then?"He was dressed the part, and damn near everybody referred to him as one anyways, even though his actual profession was that of an Ebay mechanical parts salesman. Pirates shot, stabbed, and generally used anything, so there was likely nothing in the dungeon that he'd be fully locked out of using if it came to such,
at least he hoped."PROPMAN. Level 1 Privateer (0/5 encounters to next level). Enjoy your adventure. "A device that had suddenly attached to his arm made a pinging noise, and he shivered, tucking the sleeve of his greatcoat over it so as to not ruin the look of his getup. He adjusted his hat and looked at his reflection in the water to make sure that he had his full 16 points of charisma that the D&D stat giver prescribed him showing, hoping that whatever he was liable to run into could be negotiated with. After a few more minutes of making sure the visible part of his hair was groomed to the standard position, he began marching onward, careful as to not make any loud noises while he browsed the area, discernible as a single hall now that he had a better look of the place. The corridor was a decrepit concrete tube, its walls, ceiling, and floor rather rough and loaded with cracks, while the only sources of light were coming from the room before him and the one ahead.
Stepping in, the smells of fluids that he did not want to smell overcame him, as did the grizzly scene of a bunch of naked children? corpses lying on the floor. They appeared to be terribly misshapen prior to being slewn in the brief glimpse that Propman got of them before gagging, and he quickly darted toward the north (or, from his point of view,
east) most door and slammed it shut as soon as possible. In there, he discovered yet another bloody vista; A crimson, horned giant had been sliced apart in an alcohol cellar as if it were some sort of cattle, with the iron scent of its blood filling the room. Though unpleasant, it was far more bearable then the latter scene, and a closer examination had revealed it to have been felled rather recently, the beast still emanating body heat.
A shiver went up Propman's spine as he pondered who could be tough enough to kill someone of such girth and brute strength, and he held his weapon tight to himself. He wiped the sweat from his brows and thought of his next action.
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