Arrival

[letsplayamod]

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.

Comments

[literarybehemoth]

[...hmph. at least she did it.

well. anyhow.]

I am from Russia, but I have to wonder if that actually means anything to you, all things considered. Either you are from somewhere extremely isolated or... from some different reality entirely.

[sweetsynergy]

That's- an old Earth nation, right?

[That's a yes, probably.]

[literarybehemoth]

...

Old Earth, you say...? Well, that is news to me.

[sweetsynergy]

Like the original? Were you from one of those attempts at recreating it?

[literarybehemoth]

I was not aware that there happened to be more than one. That is certainly exciting to hear.

[sweetsynergy]

Ooooh, one of THOSE attempts at recreating it, okay.

[she thinks she understand, she does not]

Yes, there are many more. Some are more fussy about accuracy than other.

[literarybehemoth]

...

I mean, if you were correct, perhaps it would explain a thing or two. I feel like we have quite a long history, though.

[sweetsynergy]

[Shrug.]

With enough resources there's a lot you can fake.

[literarybehemoth]

...hm. I suppose. I will not believe it without evidence, however.

[sweetsynergy]

Aw, you don't believe the incredibly charismatic and charming young woman you just met?

[That might be a joke.]

[literarybehemoth]

Perhaps if there was another incredibly charismatic and charming young individual corroborating your story, I would.

[because what is a bit if not something to "yes and"]

[sweetsynergy]

Unfortunately, I'm one a kind. Guess I'll have to rely on hoping to visit your planet and find evidence.

[oh, she likes you]

[literarybehemoth]

Well, perhaps I should extend a formal invitation. I dare say a visitor from beyond the stars would make quite the impression.