Um, why don't you try to make a proper narrative out of this? I mean, with no context, setting, or... well, anything, there isn't much to hold what everyone is saying together. case in point, the post just above this one. I have no clue what the Ulster Cyber-Volunteer Force is. Couldn't people try crafting something a little more detailed and interesting?
Here, I'll start.
I sit up, a little lost, and look around me. Somehow, I ended up in an unfamiliar bed, in a small, wooden windowless room lit only by a candle set on a small bedside table to my right. The wall to my left is lined with dusty bookshelves, the books uneven and some leaning at an angle. On the far wall I can see a lone door, with no window or peephole. the right wall is scratched, 5 large parallel gouges roughly a foot long mere feet from me. Yet they look old and slightly weathered. I feel a slight breeze coming from that side, but I don't see where exactly it's coming from. Glancing upwards, all I see is a wooden roof, unremarkable and uninformative.
Confused and worried, I get out of the bed and check for anything underneath. There's nothing. I look myself over, yet all I have is the single overlarge white shirt I wore to sleep in. I look over the shelves, and find a small knife, dull and rusty, but better than nothing. The entire time, it's has been freakishly quiet. No bugs, no talking, nothing but the sounds of my own movements, which seemed deafeningly loud in comparison to the total silence of the room.
The post after mine will have some nonsensical, loud, obnoxious event occur, but will continue the story I started... in a sense.
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