| Left fork: stand up, and try to loosen up. What do you remember?
Touching the ground around you to make sure you only step on solid floor, you push yourself up to your feet, then slowly rise from a crouch. You think about remembering. You don't think you remember anything, but you do feel like you might know some things. What is the difference between knowing something and having memories, anyways?
A: Well, okay. Wait. What's the sensation or whatever?
+1
You think about the sensation of the concrete on your cheek. It... Definitely did not happen, in so far as it is possible for things to not happen. Still, you do know about it. Or maybe you remember it? ...Yes, you think you do remember some things, actually. You remember finding yourself on the ground, you remember deciding what to do next. What did you decide on? Well, you looked around, and then stood up. And yet you remember not doing so. You remember your voice. You remember the sound of boots on grass. And just now, you're remembering pressing your face through concrete, and you're beginning to remember a door slowly being opened.
| / | | B: Keep shoving your head into the concrete.
Centre fork: Try to literally burrow through the concrete.
[13] You press harder. This is beginning to place strain on your head, and the material feels quite solid. But maybe it's not really? You start to focus on the material's softness. It's hard to believe in when it feels so rough and solid on your skull, but you don't remember ever feeling concrete before, so maybe it's just rough and hard and soft?
After a few more moments, you realize that you've made a small indent in the ground, which your head now rests in. It feels very moderately more comfortable than before.
B: Dive deeper into the metaphorical sand. Look around in your not-looking-around.
[9] How would you look around without using your eyes? Just doesn't make sense, does it. Should probably take care of those eyes, man, you won't be able to perceive anything without them!
Status: burrowing?, forked
| / | | Right fork: Squint eyes to protect against the light. Try to be ready for anything.
Knowing that things will get brighter in a moment, you close your eyes halfway. You feel pretty damned unready for everything, which is basically the same as being ready for anything.
C: Greet whoever comes through the door, and cheerily ask who they are, and what they're doing. Inspect them and their inventory.
+1
+1
Some force on the other side of the door shoves on it. There's a moment of silence. The door remains unbudged. This time, a louder slam, and you see the crack of light bulge slightly before returning. Another moment of silence. Suddenly, a thin bar of blue light stabs through the gap before retracting. The door creaks open.
Somehow, you weren't ready for the light. It floods in, floods your eyes, and reveals miriad information! You seem to be inside some kind of tunnel, perhaps leading into some mine or tomb. The floor is tiled stone (...you were sure it was concrete?) and just in front of you, the tiles seem to have collapsed into a deep pit.
Standing in the doorway, you see the silhouette of a woman. You can see that some shiny armor covers her torso and arms, and that a thin sword is at her belt. She is wearing some kind of crown, but you can't tell what it is in the light. You decide to speak up. "Hello there! Who are you and what are you up to!?" "Ilan First Warden, responding to your call for help. Were you sent by god?" She responds evenly.
C: No matter who enters the room give them the finger.
You feel as if you should raise one of your fingers to this person. But which one? You inspect your hand. One, two, three, four. And then whatever the fat one is. It would have to be the finger in the middle, but there are only four, not counting that weird mutant digit on the end, so... You settle on the third finger, the longest one, you fold the others away and gesture with it, making a symbol reminiscent of something you can't quite recall. The woman doesn't seem to react.
| |