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[MoonyTheHuman]

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Preface
Hi! You probably don't know who I am. And those that do know I haven't been on in some time. Due to what's going on in the world right now, I thought I'd run a little game, partially to distract myself, partially to make up for something._{^{please no murder, ib12waf.}}

I.. don't have much of a plan, but I did spend a good 30 minutes writing up ideas beforehand so we'll see how this goes! ^{ammendment: I have a plan now}

The Beginning
Nothing. Something. And then, something more.
A world made of clay isn't much more than blobs of color that one cannot see, but with the addition of life things change drastically.
What were blobs in the start take form with new light, and take up the reigns of life. But not all is well in the brave, new world, something is wrong, things are not right! One form is left, undecided, on who it shall be, what it shall do, and has been snatched up by chaos itself!
...
What happened to it is, so far, not known, so lets go back a bit, to
Just before?
And you are presented with a choice. What shall you be? With no form you cannot see, and what comes next is uncertain to you. All you can do, is choose.

^{Note: I will overrule if it gets too crazy. I also recommend picking something with hands and a working pair of eyeballs. You can fail. You do not have thick plot armor. Choose wisely. You do not get a second pick.
Note 2: This is a "multiple people control a single being" style game. there's only one main character, you all have to share.}

[King Zultan]

we shall be a zebra man!

[Glass]

we shall be a zebra man!

Nonono. We will be a winged zebraman. A Pegasus zebraman.
A zebrasusman, if you would.

[MoonyTheHuman]

I'll do an update maybe once per day if the activity is enough. As such, update later today based on whatever people post, assuming enough votes.

[Superdorf]

we shall be a zebra man!

Nonono. We will be a winged zebraman. A Pegasus zebraman.
A zebrasusman, if you would.

We shall be a mighty angel, with the head of a zebra! An aura of untamed chaos surrounds us, a mark of our burgeoning power: let this muddy world cower before the resplendence of our many colors.

[King Zultan]

The character just keeps getting better and better sounding.

[MoonyTheHuman]

we shall be a zebra man!

Nonono. We will be a winged zebraman. A Pegasus zebraman.
A zebrasusman, if you would.

We shall be a mighty angel, with the head of a zebra! An aura of untamed chaos surrounds us, a mark of our burgeoning power: let this muddy world cower before the resplendence of our many colors.

Now, now, remember: All power must be earned.
I gave you no rules to start, but I maintain the liberty to set them.

[MoonyTheHuman]

The character just keeps getting better and better sounding.

Almost. They can keep the wings, but I'm afraid any attempts at grasping cosmic power will be sent packing. I have to still be able to write a story, you know.

[Superdorf]

Very well... but let us preserve at least an angel's glorious physique.

[MoonyTheHuman]

Very well... but let us preserve at least an angel's glorious physique.

Certainly. Update will be in an hour or two. Votes are still on.

[Superdorf]

Ooh, one last thing: heterochromatic eyes. We must maintain some mark of our origins!

[MoonyTheHuman]

we shall be a zebra man!

Nonono. We will be a winged zebraman. A Pegasus zebraman.
A zebrasusman, if you would.

We shall be a mighty angel, with the head of a zebra! An aura of untamed chaos surrounds us, a mark of our burgeoning power: let this muddy world cower before the resplendence of our many colors.

Ooh, one last thing: heterochromatic eyes. We must maintain some mark of our origins!

You shift and churn, as white, black, and brown well up from the floor, and you take form. Your eyes open, and are immediately blinded by the white that surrounds you. You grimace, closing your eyes and slowly opening them once more to try and acclimate to the environment. All is white, and none is clay, this place seems to be beyond the rest of the world, and does not take up a form similar to it. Ahead is a wall of faintly brown clay, and a small door hole is present on the bottom, sized for something the size of a mouse, most definitely not you. It seems you're going to have to get creative. Maybe you could change it's form?
You flex your fingers, and hoof at the ground, and then you...
Your turn, now. What do you do next?

[Glass]

Grab at the edges of the hole, and pull it apart, stretching the aperture to a doorway appropriate for us.

[Superdorf]

Grab at the edges of the hole, and pull it apart, stretching the aperture to a doorway appropriate for us.

+1

[MoonyTheHuman]

Grab at the edges of the hole, and pull it apart, stretching the aperture to a doorway appropriate for us.

+1

Due to unforeseen disaster related to leaky text, I'm updating early 
You walk up to the door, put one hand in the hole against the rim, and give it a good tug upward. It easily comes open, and what appears to be another door, on the left of the room you're about to enter, shrinks down as you pull it up.
    You walk in, and come to find yourself face to face with what looks like a clay approximation of a frightened starfish stretched to humanoid proportions, sitting in a desk with what appears to be a wall made of filing cabinets behind it. There's a sign on it's desk, reading "Heline".
It seems to be a good.. foot shorter than you, and frightendly gestured to a chair for you to sit in.
 Despite being composed of clay, the chair looks surprisingly sturdy and solid, unlike the rest of the room which seems like you could deform it should you try hard enough. Heline's eyes show no emotion, mostly due to the fact they're just slits scored into their "head", but they seem to be shaking, surprised at your appearance.

The mirror on the wall shimmers, clearly not made of clay, and instead made of something else.
You take in the scenery around you, and...