Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] do you know how I wound up here?
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Black Rain
rkyeun
Cabbitus Maximus
- Location
- ◕ ‿‿ ◕
Ten words or less, huh? Welp, guess I have to. You certainly seem to be in enough distress.
(This is a joke vote, hence the Q instead of an X, don't actually count it.)
[Q] Make a contract with me and become a magical girl.
Also, I'm liking what I see so far.
(This is a joke vote, hence the Q instead of an X, don't actually count it.)
[Q] Make a contract with me and become a magical girl.
Also, I'm liking what I see so far.
MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
Apologies for the lack of updates over the past couple of days. I'm currently working on a new thread that analyses Epic by Conor Kostick, so a lot of my effort is headed towards that at the moment. Regardless, please look forward to a new update coming tomorrow or Saturday.
Update 17
MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
She gestures towards your lantern.
"Light is not kind to us. I think you have realized that by now, or I would not be speaking to you."
She reaches out to you and pokes your cheek.
"You have flesh. The old kind. That makes you a Bright. Then again..." She glances at your eye. "Well, it's not uncommon for a Bright to have a secret or two. Just don't let the others notice your... irregularities."
"You're in Green Lake."
You look at her with confusion.
"You know, Wisconsin."
"We're in... Wisconsin?"
"Yes. Are you sure you're alright, dear? You seem to be very confused."
"No, you're just a traveler to me. This is the first time I've met you."
"I see."
There's not much to remember. You're a college student at Appleton. You've lived in Wisconsin your entire life.
You have a sneaking suspicion that you have survived the apocalypse. You suppose that's a positive thing.
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] Ask what dangers await on the highway
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] Tell her of your predicament
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MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
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WanderingEye
smol skeleton
I'm not sure about the symbols, probably to illustrate errors?
EDIT: pretty sure I haven't said this so..
I love your quest, it feels different than other quest I've read here. I'm really looking forward for your content.
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Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] Smack the side of the computer
Update 22
MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
Something is beginning to happen.
You're not sure what it is.
Maybe it's the wind in the air, or maybe it's the way the rain seems to flow differently along the paths you walk.
You're three days away from a city. A city where others like you, Brights, are able to live away from the rain and the darkness. You feel a bit jealous. All you can hope for now is that they'll let you in, give you a home.
Maybe, just maybe, you'll have a bit of time to figure out what you should do next.
You need food. You gave up on avoiding the rain ages ago. It gets everywhere. Every plant, every scrap of food, every destroyed building. At some point, you needed to sit. Sleep. Eat. And the rain gets on you. It always does.
Your hand aches. You're not sure if it's phantom pain, or something else.
The highway stretches out in front of you. Half-rusted cars are strewn everywhere, seemingly abandoned as soon as the rain started to fall. Sometimes you see corpses. The rain soaks into the bones and bleaches them until they shine like mirrors in the moonlight.
It's been a long time.
You're tired.
You're not sure what it is.
Maybe it's the wind in the air, or maybe it's the way the rain seems to flow differently along the paths you walk.
You're three days away from a city. A city where others like you, Brights, are able to live away from the rain and the darkness. You feel a bit jealous. All you can hope for now is that they'll let you in, give you a home.
Maybe, just maybe, you'll have a bit of time to figure out what you should do next.
You need food. You gave up on avoiding the rain ages ago. It gets everywhere. Every plant, every scrap of food, every destroyed building. At some point, you needed to sit. Sleep. Eat. And the rain gets on you. It always does.
Your hand aches. You're not sure if it's phantom pain, or something else.
The highway stretches out in front of you. Half-rusted cars are strewn everywhere, seemingly abandoned as soon as the rain started to fall. Sometimes you see corpses. The rain soaks into the bones and bleaches them until they shine like mirrors in the moonlight.
It's been a long time.
You're tired.
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] Where are we? What happened after meeting with Shadows?
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] try using one of the cars for shelter
Update 23
MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
No need to use a car. As soon as you reach an overpass, you walk down the side and sit out of the rain. Seemingly in spite of you, the black ink pours into a drainage grate just a few feet away from you.
You've heard of phantom pains before. Psychological aches coming from body parts that were amputated or otherwise lost. You've also heard of rain causing aches in old wounds. There's nothing necessarily "wrong" with your hand. When you lose a limb, that's just what happens.
Of course, that begs the question of whether your own shadowy fingers are a part of you, or some kind of addition, like a prosthetic. You can't quite put your finger on it. Pun intended.
You silently smile to yourself.
You're very tired.
You walked for a very long time, following the interstate just like that woman suggested. Pretty soon, you'll be able to get to what she called a "Bright City," where you can hopefully get out of this rain and put some food in your belly.
You're more than a little worried about not making it.
Update 24
MariBari
Lackadaisical Content Creator
- Location
- Wisconsin
You can barely see the city on the horizon.
It's tall. Skyscraper tall, and illuminated like the sun. It occurs to you that you haven't seen proper light in a very long time.
There's something eerie about seeing a pillar of light jutting out of the darkness.
You wonder what it will be like when you get there. Do you think they have food? Maybe you'll be able to live a normal life there. It's not like it's too abnormal to be missing an arm and an eye. You might get to wear a nice eyepatch.
It's going to be strange seeing another human being again, you realize.
What color will their eyes be?
That thought fills your head. You struggle to remember your own eye color for a moment. Emerald green. When you stared in the mirror as a child, you could almost see the stardust dancing in your irises.
...
You're cold.
The cold penetrates every fiber of your being. There's something about it, something about the rain, that reminds you of sickness and disease and numbness.
Numb. That's the word. You're numb. You're becoming numb.
...
You trip over your own foot, collapsing onto the concrete of the highway. The rain pools around your head, soaking your hair. It seeps between the cracks in your clothing. Invasive.
All at once, you wonder if you're going to be able to go swimming ever again. You used to love swimming. You imagine the community pool back in your hometown filling with black rain, abandoned, cracks running hairline between the tiles.
...
You're not standing up.
You've been there for quite a while, and you're not standing up.
Is this what it's like to give up?
Is this what it's like to die?
No, you won't die.
...
Will you?
Your limbs refuse to move. You can barely feel anything.
It's so cold. When did it get so cold?
...
Your vision is hazy.
Did you hit your head or something?
What a dumbass. Now would be a terrible time to get a concussion.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your fingers trembling in inch-thick rainwater.
Slowly, you manage to turn the switch of the lantern.
It feels like you went blind, but it's the opposite.
...
There's someone nearby.
You can hear their footsteps over the rain.
Two... no, three people. Maybe more.
Did someone see your lantern?
...
You're not going to be able to stay awake much longer.
...
You miss... everyone.
Everything.
It's scary, being alone.
You think this may be the first time you've ever been truly alone in your entire life.
Will the people walking down this interstate put a gun to your head, or offer you a hand?
Will they even be people?
You're so tired.
...
...
You're so tired.
...
..
...
..
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It's tall. Skyscraper tall, and illuminated like the sun. It occurs to you that you haven't seen proper light in a very long time.
There's something eerie about seeing a pillar of light jutting out of the darkness.
You wonder what it will be like when you get there. Do you think they have food? Maybe you'll be able to live a normal life there. It's not like it's too abnormal to be missing an arm and an eye. You might get to wear a nice eyepatch.
It's going to be strange seeing another human being again, you realize.
What color will their eyes be?
That thought fills your head. You struggle to remember your own eye color for a moment. Emerald green. When you stared in the mirror as a child, you could almost see the stardust dancing in your irises.
...
You're cold.
The cold penetrates every fiber of your being. There's something about it, something about the rain, that reminds you of sickness and disease and numbness.
Numb. That's the word. You're numb. You're becoming numb.
...
You trip over your own foot, collapsing onto the concrete of the highway. The rain pools around your head, soaking your hair. It seeps between the cracks in your clothing. Invasive.
All at once, you wonder if you're going to be able to go swimming ever again. You used to love swimming. You imagine the community pool back in your hometown filling with black rain, abandoned, cracks running hairline between the tiles.
...
You're not standing up.
You've been there for quite a while, and you're not standing up.
Is this what it's like to give up?
Is this what it's like to die?
No, you won't die.
...
Will you?
Your limbs refuse to move. You can barely feel anything.
It's so cold. When did it get so cold?
...
Your vision is hazy.
Did you hit your head or something?
What a dumbass. Now would be a terrible time to get a concussion.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your fingers trembling in inch-thick rainwater.
Slowly, you manage to turn the switch of the lantern.
It feels like you went blind, but it's the opposite.
...
There's someone nearby.
You can hear their footsteps over the rain.
Two... no, three people. Maybe more.
Did someone see your lantern?
...
You're not going to be able to stay awake much longer.
...
You miss... everyone.
Everything.
It's scary, being alone.
You think this may be the first time you've ever been truly alone in your entire life.
Will the people walking down this interstate put a gun to your head, or offer you a hand?
Will they even be people?
You're so tired.
...
...
You're so tired.
...
..
...
..
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