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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
call me a shepherd i welcome all sheep
[well, she hasn't really experienced it, though, has she? so maybe her opinion doesn't really count here.]
It's more of a superstition thing, really...
Baaaaaaaa
[His gaze holds on the storm clouds overhead. Times like these he wishes he lugged around a parasol like pork breath.]
Can't argue with that, I guess. [He could, there's worse superstitions he's proven to be justified, but that's not the time for that.] Cloud-watching doesn't change the fact we're here to 'rebuild the world', so who knows. Maybe we'll be able to clear those up since we're 'gods' or whatever that mystery dude said.
[Tbh he still isn't fully sure what they're all supposed do here.]
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[it's a little glass half full for her, but it sure is a nicer way of seeing things. she'll give it a shot.]
I hope that's right. I do want to help this place.
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Could be. [s h r u g s] That could just be how the sky 'normally' looks after whatever did all-- [He spares a second to point out the sorry state of the world they've been placed down in] screwed it up big time.
[Something tells him they won't get far speculating what caused all this. So he's not gonna stress over that or any superstitions this lady's worrying over.]
Ditto. I've got nothin' better to do anyway, and I'm used to cleanin' up "messes" [Messes being synonymous with destruction here.] back home. How hard could it be to get this world in tip-top shape with twenty-something people pitching in?
[What's that saying again? Where there's a will, there's a way.]
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Nope!
[with all the energy of ^o^]
Still, I'm just sayin'. They wouldn't've brought us to fix their problem if we couldn't do it, would they?
[Otherwise what's the point of them being here?]
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