The muse insisted, so there was this:
It was quiet. There was no subtle buzz, nor voices. No...
It was quiet. There was no subtle buzz, nor voices. No...
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The muse insisted, so there was this:
It was quiet. There was no subtle buzz, nor voices. No howl of wind, nor fall of feet. No beat within nor breath without. Everyone breaths, don't they? There was a floor. Not cold or hot, smooth or rough, it just was. Unease stirred within her as some manner of sense returned. There was a speck, in the distance. A faint sense that there should be more. More of her, then this vague sense of loss, of missing.
...
Time. Time was a thing? She remembered that. It was important, and it was always moving. Passing. The dot seemed a bit bigger. She had a cheek, yes, but now there was more. Or had it always been? Well, she could certainly feel a bit more. A head and a face, neck and shoulder. Just the one, through that seemed wrong, somehow. A face was important, it was. She knew that. Knew it. Something about it... sounds? Sounds that were letters that were words. Words that were a face, her face. A Name! That was it. What was hers?
...
Awake, that's what it was. She was awake again, though that seemed wrong. Didn't feel right, not quite. Her hands were back. Why had she forgotten them? The dot had grown and grown until it had swallowed her vision. She could see again. It was a small space, grey walls, a while floor and black ceiling. There was a hole in one of the walls, a.. a door. Except with no door. A passage she supposed. She could finally move a bit. A tilt of her head let her see her feet, splayed out on the floor. It was odd to see them connect to her, yet not feel them. The feeling had come back, bit by bit to her hands, so maybe her feet would be the same?
The room, or chamber was sparse. There was a bed up against the opposite wall, and some kind of large upright box up against another wall by the bed. A closet? Closet. Her hands were so heavy, but floors aren't for laying, beds are. With great effort, she crawled over and climbed up into bed, pulling her unresponsive legs up. It was so soft...
No Lady should be nameless. Who is our protagonist?
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It was quiet. There was no subtle buzz, nor voices. No howl of wind, nor fall of feet. No beat within nor breath without. Everyone breaths, don't they? There was a floor. Not cold or hot, smooth or rough, it just was. Unease stirred within her as some manner of sense returned. There was a speck, in the distance. A faint sense that there should be more. More of her, then this vague sense of loss, of missing.
...
Time. Time was a thing? She remembered that. It was important, and it was always moving. Passing. The dot seemed a bit bigger. She had a cheek, yes, but now there was more. Or had it always been? Well, she could certainly feel a bit more. A head and a face, neck and shoulder. Just the one, through that seemed wrong, somehow. A face was important, it was. She knew that. Knew it. Something about it... sounds? Sounds that were letters that were words. Words that were a face, her face. A Name! That was it. What was hers?
...
Awake, that's what it was. She was awake again, though that seemed wrong. Didn't feel right, not quite. Her hands were back. Why had she forgotten them? The dot had grown and grown until it had swallowed her vision. She could see again. It was a small space, grey walls, a while floor and black ceiling. There was a hole in one of the walls, a.. a door. Except with no door. A passage she supposed. She could finally move a bit. A tilt of her head let her see her feet, splayed out on the floor. It was odd to see them connect to her, yet not feel them. The feeling had come back, bit by bit to her hands, so maybe her feet would be the same?
The room, or chamber was sparse. There was a bed up against the opposite wall, and some kind of large upright box up against another wall by the bed. A closet? Closet. Her hands were so heavy, but floors aren't for laying, beds are. With great effort, she crawled over and climbed up into bed, pulling her unresponsive legs up. It was so soft...
No Lady should be nameless. Who is our protagonist?
[]Write in
Eszett can't be morpheme-initial, and äü is impossible. Strüchenmäu would be the closest realistic construction, but then I suppose you don't get to use as many of the fun letters.
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what is a morpheme initial?
what about Strüẞenmäu
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[X] Shiki Ryougi
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- va
[X] Sally ẞtrüchenmau
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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[X] Sally ẞtrüchenmau
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Wining Vote: Sally Strüchenmau. Because German Grammar. And my head. Onward!
Sally came to slowly. The darkness of unawareness losing ground, resolving into a blackened ceiling. After several blinks the mirage failed to disappear. She shifted in bed, her limbs heavy but at least they were mobile. "What the hell happened to me?". The grey walls had no answer and as Sally regained more of her faculties the silence grew more noticeable. "Hello? Hi!?". She formed the words, gave them breadth but no sound reached her. Sally snaked her hand up along the bed giving her ears a good tug. She could feel that, but there was no pain. Maybe whatever happened hurt her ears? They did not feel hurt.
Moving was still difficult, but no longer sent her careening into the depths of unconsciousness. "Come on now. Yes!" Her toes were moving! Granted it was still a bit stilted, but whatever it was hadn't seem to do any permanent damage, apart from her hearing. The silence was just a bit unnerving, but not terribly so. The bed had no covers, leaving her in a rumpled grey nightdress, but it didn't feel cold. Or warm for that matter. Odd.
Sally slumped into bed, wishing for some pillow. Where was she, and how did she get here? It was all so foggy... She was still tired, worn down but sleep would not come. The walls held no answer, and getting up to explore still felt daunting. Sally lay there and tried to think, to work it out. It took a while, but fragments were coming back to her:
[] Golden prairies spilling as far as the eye can see, a community, a People moving with herds of large animals, carrying their homes with them, always fighting the world for their place in it.
[] The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
[]Vast fields spread across the valleys beneath your hilly home, a true bounty that your family would never taste as it was taken into the sky to sate the hunger of the stars.
[] The Void stretched out into infinity, filling the viewport, distant stars flickering against the darkness. The hum of the engines was a constant backdrop to people floating down halls, hustling to keep the vessel going.
Sally came to slowly. The darkness of unawareness losing ground, resolving into a blackened ceiling. After several blinks the mirage failed to disappear. She shifted in bed, her limbs heavy but at least they were mobile. "What the hell happened to me?". The grey walls had no answer and as Sally regained more of her faculties the silence grew more noticeable. "Hello? Hi!?". She formed the words, gave them breadth but no sound reached her. Sally snaked her hand up along the bed giving her ears a good tug. She could feel that, but there was no pain. Maybe whatever happened hurt her ears? They did not feel hurt.
Moving was still difficult, but no longer sent her careening into the depths of unconsciousness. "Come on now. Yes!" Her toes were moving! Granted it was still a bit stilted, but whatever it was hadn't seem to do any permanent damage, apart from her hearing. The silence was just a bit unnerving, but not terribly so. The bed had no covers, leaving her in a rumpled grey nightdress, but it didn't feel cold. Or warm for that matter. Odd.
Sally slumped into bed, wishing for some pillow. Where was she, and how did she get here? It was all so foggy... She was still tired, worn down but sleep would not come. The walls held no answer, and getting up to explore still felt daunting. Sally lay there and tried to think, to work it out. It took a while, but fragments were coming back to her:
[] Golden prairies spilling as far as the eye can see, a community, a People moving with herds of large animals, carrying their homes with them, always fighting the world for their place in it.
[] The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
[]Vast fields spread across the valleys beneath your hilly home, a true bounty that your family would never taste as it was taken into the sky to sate the hunger of the stars.
[] The Void stretched out into infinity, filling the viewport, distant stars flickering against the darkness. The hum of the engines was a constant backdrop to people floating down halls, hustling to keep the vessel going.
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- India
[x] The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
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- va
[X] The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
[X] The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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[x] The Void stretched out into infinity, filling the viewport, distant stars flickering against the darkness. The hum of the engines was a constant backdrop to people floating down halls, hustling to keep the vessel going.
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Wining Vote: The boom of hammers and hot wind washing across your face as mighty machines forged artifice uncounted, while teeming masses of humanity pressed upon everything within dark metal walls.
Her hand gripped by giants, as they lumbered through the crowds. "Come on Sally, there's a good girl." Her father slipping through the crowds, Mom pushing from behind, keeping her safe between them. Sally remembered endless days scuttling among the machinery, carrying a pail, brining sweet relief to the sweltering workers. Her enemies were the wires and sparks all around her, the boogeyman an accident.
The manufactorium made armor for the brave defenders, keeping the monsters away far among the stars. It was good, honest work, not like the gangs in the lower Hive. It gave Sally clean air, sweet water and enough food to work and learn. Mom was teaching her how to form the armor joints. Becament Secundus was her home. It was a good life, in service to the Emperor...
Sally was fourteen when it all went wrong. Scum from below had boiled up, rebelling against the grace of their betters. The halls of her home were filled with the screams of the dying as guards from above clashed with the horrors beneath. "Pappa?" Pain throbbed in her chest but no tears came. Her fingers dug into the mattress, a fire spreading through Sally.
[] She swore to herself that it would never happen again. When the Arbites dug her out of the wreckage Sally bent her life to becoming one of them. They would not be caught unaware.
[]They found her up to her elbows covered in blood. She'd hidden in the cubbies of her former home and struck from the shadows. Sally found out she was rather good at it. The scum deserved nothing better.
[] She broke then. Sank into the dark and never wished to emerge. But a kindly old lady would not allow it. She was a pilgrim, a traveling preacher, moving between the wards and spreading the glory of the Emperor. Sally found some comfort in it and begged her to take her away. There was nothing here.
[]She never wanted to be helpless again. When a call went out to fill the numbers lost in the battle Sally stepped up. It was grueling training, but with every obstacle, she became stronger. Until she could carry the weight of those lost, and protect those that survived.
[]Where were the guards? Where was the Emperor when she needed Him? The nobles sit in the Upper Hive and the poor are left to fend for themselves. Sally would not be so foolish. She was no cog in the machine. She made her own path and damn the laws.
Her hand gripped by giants, as they lumbered through the crowds. "Come on Sally, there's a good girl." Her father slipping through the crowds, Mom pushing from behind, keeping her safe between them. Sally remembered endless days scuttling among the machinery, carrying a pail, brining sweet relief to the sweltering workers. Her enemies were the wires and sparks all around her, the boogeyman an accident.
The manufactorium made armor for the brave defenders, keeping the monsters away far among the stars. It was good, honest work, not like the gangs in the lower Hive. It gave Sally clean air, sweet water and enough food to work and learn. Mom was teaching her how to form the armor joints. Becament Secundus was her home. It was a good life, in service to the Emperor...
Sally was fourteen when it all went wrong. Scum from below had boiled up, rebelling against the grace of their betters. The halls of her home were filled with the screams of the dying as guards from above clashed with the horrors beneath. "Pappa?" Pain throbbed in her chest but no tears came. Her fingers dug into the mattress, a fire spreading through Sally.
[] She swore to herself that it would never happen again. When the Arbites dug her out of the wreckage Sally bent her life to becoming one of them. They would not be caught unaware.
[]They found her up to her elbows covered in blood. She'd hidden in the cubbies of her former home and struck from the shadows. Sally found out she was rather good at it. The scum deserved nothing better.
[] She broke then. Sank into the dark and never wished to emerge. But a kindly old lady would not allow it. She was a pilgrim, a traveling preacher, moving between the wards and spreading the glory of the Emperor. Sally found some comfort in it and begged her to take her away. There was nothing here.
[]She never wanted to be helpless again. When a call went out to fill the numbers lost in the battle Sally stepped up. It was grueling training, but with every obstacle, she became stronger. Until she could carry the weight of those lost, and protect those that survived.
[]Where were the guards? Where was the Emperor when she needed Him? The nobles sit in the Upper Hive and the poor are left to fend for themselves. Sally would not be so foolish. She was no cog in the machine. She made her own path and damn the laws.
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[X]Where were the guards? Where was the Emperor when she needed Him? The nobles sit in the Upper Hive and the poor are left to fend for themselves. Sally would not be so foolish. She was no cog in the machine. She made her own path and damn the laws.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
[X]Where were the guards? Where was the Emperor when she needed Him? The nobles sit in the Upper Hive and the poor are left to fend for themselves. Sally would not be so foolish. She was no cog in the machine. She made her own path and damn the laws.