Welcome to an experimental quest. As the status under my name suggests, I am a fumbling QM and this is the attempt of mine to not fumble as much… ish.
So what can you expect? Well, it's a (potentially) spoopy experience. You can also expect me posting a short update every day daily until as the title suggests, our protagonist ends up Dead by Halloween. Or alive. We shall see. To curb my addiction on dice rolls, there will only be one d100 rolled every update and also the main Title for each update of which hopefully there would only be 26 of them.
So relax and if you'd like, follow along as I attempt to do a daily update for 26 days in a row.
Blood oozes out of your mouth. Crimson, the colour. Unsettling, the taste. In front of you, you see:
[] A madman, straitjacketed and all, but his head is an anvil and his hands are sledgehammers.
[] A bespoke thing, butterflies are his head and a hand is its suit's tie that performing a finger gun gesture.
[] A lady. Her eyes gone but her flowing dress an amalgam of sown eyeballs.
And they are doing one thing. Killing you. A blow sends you spiralling down to the ground. Another stills your limb. And the last thing you can remember before you see nothingness, as you feel your eyes glaze up to the sky unfeeling, is a claw. A gnarled claw clasp that lifted you up to the unknown.
Who were you, before the Entity marked you?
[] A vagabond. You wandered aimlessly through the empty streets and grassy plains seeking oddjobs all around. You never stayed too long. Not many appreciate you and yourness.
[] A martial artist. You had fought with arms and legs and heart against others with the same. You'd like to think that you made a good showing against your killer but well, you're dead. And they are not.
[] A wisefolk. Many chose to ball and cower at the sight of things unexplained. Not you. Never you. Decades were spent on a dead trail in a cold case with far too many redactions. And here you are. Not the best of life choices made.
