Post by droark on Aug 22, 2015 2:16:58 GMT -5
This is where possible submissions to the main story of the game are to be placed.
Introduction Sequence:
Darkness surrounds your mind’s eye. For unspoken ages you lay in a stupor, your mind lying dormant in this land of shadow. You feel nothing. You think nothing. You see nothing. You are nothing. Until you are. At some unknown impetus your thoughts ignite. You can think! Where are you? What are you? Who are you? Though your sudden freedom from nonsentience is a blessing, you are still blind, deaf, and numb.
This doesn’t last for long however, as you feel your consciousness begin to expand, feeling more and more of what appears to be something greater. A word comes to mind… heavy. You have no memory of what came before, though you know this word fits what your consciousness inhabits. Other words begin to filter in quickly as warmth begins to suffuse you. Before long you can feel an entire form. It is heavy, very heavy. Your mind, however, is quick. You begin to urge your form to move, your extremities to even budge! Your mind rages with effort against the unwilling body, as if it were a tide crashing against a dike.
Suddenly there is light! You gasp suddenly as your body lurches upward. Your unused eyes crack open, revealing the sources of light. Torches within sconces flicker on the walls around you, the dim light doing little to light the room. However, you can see enough to know that you are currently sitting atop an altar of obsidian, with blood red runes carved into it crudely. You finally look down to see your own form. In a word, you are massive. Your neck is a blubbery roll that cascades down to meet your chest, out of which are two slabs of meat that rest upon a leviathan of a belly, which juts out a full two feet before crashing down to nearly encase your thunder thighs below. As your breath catches on this sight, you watch as the entirety of your form sways back and forth in response to the impetus. Even your arms are thick, fatty loaves of fat that feel sluggish as they move unconsciously, resting on your mountainous hips.
As you slowly raise an arm to inspect this revelation, your head jerks up as you hear a cackling laughter, your neck roll jiggling furiously as you do so. Below you, standing at the base of the altar and at the entrance to the room is a short, spindly green humanoid brandishing a rusty knife, though it looks almost to be a longsword in the hands of such a small creature.
“The fats one is awake! Good! Good! Almost time to eats it! We’s only has to cuts it up!” A word flashes to your mind as the thing speaks. It’s a Goblin, some kind of evil little monster that dwells in dark places the world over. And it seems this one wants to eat you!
“Hey, fatsy! Look at Gib when I’s talkin’ to you. Now’s gets down here so I’s can eats ya!” The creature startles you out of your thoughts. Oh, right. It’s not just you anymore. The little monster is stamping its feet like a child below you, and though it doesn’t appear to be much of a threat, it is wielding a weapon and you are unarmed. You’ll have to be careful if you want to make it out of here alive.
“That’s it! ‘m comin’ to getcha!” The goblin scrambles up the altar, blade slashing forward as it does so!
-Combat begins-
Introduction Sequence:
Darkness surrounds your mind’s eye. For unspoken ages you lay in a stupor, your mind lying dormant in this land of shadow. You feel nothing. You think nothing. You see nothing. You are nothing. Until you are. At some unknown impetus your thoughts ignite. You can think! Where are you? What are you? Who are you? Though your sudden freedom from nonsentience is a blessing, you are still blind, deaf, and numb.
This doesn’t last for long however, as you feel your consciousness begin to expand, feeling more and more of what appears to be something greater. A word comes to mind… heavy. You have no memory of what came before, though you know this word fits what your consciousness inhabits. Other words begin to filter in quickly as warmth begins to suffuse you. Before long you can feel an entire form. It is heavy, very heavy. Your mind, however, is quick. You begin to urge your form to move, your extremities to even budge! Your mind rages with effort against the unwilling body, as if it were a tide crashing against a dike.
Suddenly there is light! You gasp suddenly as your body lurches upward. Your unused eyes crack open, revealing the sources of light. Torches within sconces flicker on the walls around you, the dim light doing little to light the room. However, you can see enough to know that you are currently sitting atop an altar of obsidian, with blood red runes carved into it crudely. You finally look down to see your own form. In a word, you are massive. Your neck is a blubbery roll that cascades down to meet your chest, out of which are two slabs of meat that rest upon a leviathan of a belly, which juts out a full two feet before crashing down to nearly encase your thunder thighs below. As your breath catches on this sight, you watch as the entirety of your form sways back and forth in response to the impetus. Even your arms are thick, fatty loaves of fat that feel sluggish as they move unconsciously, resting on your mountainous hips.
As you slowly raise an arm to inspect this revelation, your head jerks up as you hear a cackling laughter, your neck roll jiggling furiously as you do so. Below you, standing at the base of the altar and at the entrance to the room is a short, spindly green humanoid brandishing a rusty knife, though it looks almost to be a longsword in the hands of such a small creature.
“The fats one is awake! Good! Good! Almost time to eats it! We’s only has to cuts it up!” A word flashes to your mind as the thing speaks. It’s a Goblin, some kind of evil little monster that dwells in dark places the world over. And it seems this one wants to eat you!
“Hey, fatsy! Look at Gib when I’s talkin’ to you. Now’s gets down here so I’s can eats ya!” The creature startles you out of your thoughts. Oh, right. It’s not just you anymore. The little monster is stamping its feet like a child below you, and though it doesn’t appear to be much of a threat, it is wielding a weapon and you are unarmed. You’ll have to be careful if you want to make it out of here alive.
“That’s it! ‘m comin’ to getcha!” The goblin scrambles up the altar, blade slashing forward as it does so!
-Combat begins-