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

[sweetsynergy]

That seems to be the shape of it, yes. Godhood for reconstruction.

[The shake is firm, but Sayo doesn't get the hand-crushing attempt a few people have gotten so far.]

Not sure I necessarily believe that, but I was willing to hear our host out. You?

[tripartites]

[ small favors. she kind of has a "would blow away in a stiff breeze" vibe going on, vanity. ]

I believe beings like "A" are bound by certain rules, Vanity-san. I can't imagine they're lying... but I don't know if it will be as simple as they say, either?

[sweetsynergy]

[Yeah that's probably part of it, too. No point in flexing on someone made of dust and held together with hope and/or spite.]

You believe they're some kind of magical being, then?

[tripartites]

Something like that. Maybe they are a god, and maybe not, but...

[ at this point, it's much more rational to accept that they're dealing with something beyond them. ]

The world has rules. It stands to reason that if they govern an aspect of the world, then so do they.

[sweetsynergy]

Rules are only as good as who or whatever is enforcing them. Any rules beyond- I don't know, physics? Natural law? -depend on the respect of the people following them.

[tripartites]

I suppose it depends on if these gods—or whatever A is—see it as a game or not. The rules are sacrosanct in that case, right? Those who can't follow them aren't qualified to play.

[ and would then hardly be gods at all, would they? ]

[sweetsynergy]

Interesting, most people would think the rules of a game are less serious than, say, the governing laws or a binding contract of some kind.

[tripartites]

[ :) ]

It's all the same thing, isn't it?

[sweetsynergy]

...ha! Got me there, I guess.

[tripartites]

Anything with an uncertain outcome is a game from the right angle, after all. Mathematicians have spilled endless ink about it, from what I understand. [ i am not making her say the words "game theory" out loud unprompted. you can't make me. ]

Have you done much exploring yet?

[sweetsynergy]

Not much yet, just poking around the room I woke up in, then coming out here. You?