ElijahRyne
A Hermit that’s NOT that Lazy, currentlycomplainen
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Here is a first chapter in a new interactive story I am preparing. I wanna know if the rules make sense, if the scenario is too short, and if possible would you participate in it when I have it ready.
Hello can you hear, I mean read this? If so you, my experiment, have awoken. You may be wondering where you are, but I think what you are is more pressing. You are a soul amalgamation that I have stitched together through catching threads from your main soul while it dreams. You may believe that you are an average human, or other entity, reading this on a phone, computer, tablet, etc. That assumption however is flatly incorrect. That is just a protection method of your old soul, that I have hijacked for this experiment. It isn’t good for mortal and semi-mortal souls to commingle so this is to prevent or at least mitigate distress, confusion, and fear about your current condition.
Where was I? Oh yes! Some parts of you may not be able to speak, but you should be able to emote through likes and votes when available. Some of you may have difficulty communicating, but that is to be expected in situations like this. The point of these upcoming tests are to test your combined mental acuity before I release or reformat your current form. I will be doing this through simple tests that you must participate in to avoid said reformatting. You will be released after ten consecutive results of 60% or higher.
Now in each of these tests you will be given a scenario and you must do three things: describe what happened in three sentences or less, how it happened, and why it happened. Each of these questions is worth 20% of a grade. Each scenario will have a unique question that is worth 40% of a grade. After each scenario I will give the solution assuming that you respond.
Ahem, as for today’s lesson we are going over the disappearing crossroads, it is fairly easy. This case study follows apprentice Dei Lue. Now close your eyes and be still. I will stitch this soul memory into your own. If you can’t solve this then, well that doesn’t really matter to you now does it.
…
My bed was shaken as I heard a gruff voice shout at me. “Apprentice Dei, get up or else the master will get mad.” It said, “No, five more minu...” as I dozed off the bed stopped shaking and I felt something pinching my nose. My eyes shot open as I pulled Journeyman Graw’s hand off my face. “You have three minutes to meet with the master before you will have to clean the bathrooms, now get.” Journey man Graw spit in my face before slamming my door on his way out.
Suppressing my rage, I hurriedly stumbled off my mattress as I put my shoes on and hurried to my master’s study. Dawn’s dull but brilliant light flickered in between the branches as it filtered through the windows. One, two, three, four… as I reached the sixth door I saw it was open. Good, I am not late.
“Dei. Come closer.” My master laid motionless as his distant voice whispered into my head. As I took a couple steps forward to his paralyzed body, his voice became louder and filled my mind like the stars in the sky. “The day of your choice has come. Choose wisely as our road might be a difficult one to find and choose. Go out and walk through the gate of our compound. Make sure to walk the correct road, as it will lead you back here.” As the stars faded I felt something drop on top of my head. I caught it before it hit the ground. It was a sticky key, like sugar had been melted onto it. I felt myself being pushed as my master’s door closed behind me.
Journeyman Graw slapped me as he said. “Grow some balls, and don’t act like your usual cowardly self. Can’t you see how much the master has struggled to keep your intersection from disappearing? Grow up, and get out.” I scrunched up my face as I hurried to the gate with that key in my hand.
It was a decrepit old thing, made of warped glass and wood, with a bronze chain locked around it. It stood in the middle of the courtyard. My reflection was faintly visible upon the outsides green haze. I took a breath and gently inserted and turned the key. As the chain lock fell to the ground, I closed my eyes and pushed the gate open. One step forward, and the next as the gate gave way. I walked with my eyes closed as I heard a faint ticking noise. Its barely audible hum sounded in my head. “Open. Eyes. Open. Eyes.” It was master's voice. My eyelids struggled against the heavy wind, as they strained open. I saw a green sky, as I walked on the blue path, surrounded by orange and pink gravel.
I kept going on, and after five minutes I was suddenly standing in the middle of a choice of roads. I could go forward, at its distance I saw my parents' house. No, I can’t take that one, master said it was a difficult road. The left road ended at a park of some sort. The right road seemed like it was made of jagged obsidian. This must be the correct road. So I turned right.
My shoes gradually gave way to bloodied feet. The glossy onyx glass road grew slick as the red life flowed. I slipped, I fell face first into the sharp ground. My arm had a giant cut. Tiny dustlike particles of obsidian irritated it. The obsidian glass was under my skin, in my face, like a hundred splinters. My head spun as I got up. Forward, must go forward. Time doesn’t exist, it is an illusion brought from my pain. Forwards I go. I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards.
The cycle repeats until I come to a crossroads. To my left is a familiar courtyard, to my right is my family home. In front of me is a park. I turned around, I must have gotten my directions confused after a fall. I slip, my tattered feet more like tank treads oiled with blood and made of glass than those of a human. As I fall I feel a sigh as the ground speaks to my body.. “Is this your choice?” Who spoke? Where am I? I must go forward. My body gradually changes. My teeth fall out. My flesh is wrended. My eyes go dark. My ears hang by a thread.
The obsidian is alive. It is me. I am the obsidian, and we spoke to you. “Splintered soul of thunder. Join us. Do you not feel the glass blood beneath your skin? Your dying flesh failing? Your time choking you? Become one, join us.”
…
Well then, it is time to stop this lesson here. I don’t need that dead glass twisting you around, my amalgam. So, to prove that this experiment was a success and you aren’t just a dormant husk answer these questions. What happened? How did it happen? And, why did it happen? As for this test’s unique question… What was the correct direction at the crossroads according to Dei’s master?
Where was I? Oh yes! Some parts of you may not be able to speak, but you should be able to emote through likes and votes when available. Some of you may have difficulty communicating, but that is to be expected in situations like this. The point of these upcoming tests are to test your combined mental acuity before I release or reformat your current form. I will be doing this through simple tests that you must participate in to avoid said reformatting. You will be released after ten consecutive results of 60% or higher.
Now in each of these tests you will be given a scenario and you must do three things: describe what happened in three sentences or less, how it happened, and why it happened. Each of these questions is worth 20% of a grade. Each scenario will have a unique question that is worth 40% of a grade. After each scenario I will give the solution assuming that you respond.
Ahem, as for today’s lesson we are going over the disappearing crossroads, it is fairly easy. This case study follows apprentice Dei Lue. Now close your eyes and be still. I will stitch this soul memory into your own. If you can’t solve this then, well that doesn’t really matter to you now does it.
…
My bed was shaken as I heard a gruff voice shout at me. “Apprentice Dei, get up or else the master will get mad.” It said, “No, five more minu...” as I dozed off the bed stopped shaking and I felt something pinching my nose. My eyes shot open as I pulled Journeyman Graw’s hand off my face. “You have three minutes to meet with the master before you will have to clean the bathrooms, now get.” Journey man Graw spit in my face before slamming my door on his way out.
Suppressing my rage, I hurriedly stumbled off my mattress as I put my shoes on and hurried to my master’s study. Dawn’s dull but brilliant light flickered in between the branches as it filtered through the windows. One, two, three, four… as I reached the sixth door I saw it was open. Good, I am not late.
“Dei. Come closer.” My master laid motionless as his distant voice whispered into my head. As I took a couple steps forward to his paralyzed body, his voice became louder and filled my mind like the stars in the sky. “The day of your choice has come. Choose wisely as our road might be a difficult one to find and choose. Go out and walk through the gate of our compound. Make sure to walk the correct road, as it will lead you back here.” As the stars faded I felt something drop on top of my head. I caught it before it hit the ground. It was a sticky key, like sugar had been melted onto it. I felt myself being pushed as my master’s door closed behind me.
Journeyman Graw slapped me as he said. “Grow some balls, and don’t act like your usual cowardly self. Can’t you see how much the master has struggled to keep your intersection from disappearing? Grow up, and get out.” I scrunched up my face as I hurried to the gate with that key in my hand.
It was a decrepit old thing, made of warped glass and wood, with a bronze chain locked around it. It stood in the middle of the courtyard. My reflection was faintly visible upon the outsides green haze. I took a breath and gently inserted and turned the key. As the chain lock fell to the ground, I closed my eyes and pushed the gate open. One step forward, and the next as the gate gave way. I walked with my eyes closed as I heard a faint ticking noise. Its barely audible hum sounded in my head. “Open. Eyes. Open. Eyes.” It was master's voice. My eyelids struggled against the heavy wind, as they strained open. I saw a green sky, as I walked on the blue path, surrounded by orange and pink gravel.
I kept going on, and after five minutes I was suddenly standing in the middle of a choice of roads. I could go forward, at its distance I saw my parents' house. No, I can’t take that one, master said it was a difficult road. The left road ended at a park of some sort. The right road seemed like it was made of jagged obsidian. This must be the correct road. So I turned right.
My shoes gradually gave way to bloodied feet. The glossy onyx glass road grew slick as the red life flowed. I slipped, I fell face first into the sharp ground. My arm had a giant cut. Tiny dustlike particles of obsidian irritated it. The obsidian glass was under my skin, in my face, like a hundred splinters. My head spun as I got up. Forward, must go forward. Time doesn’t exist, it is an illusion brought from my pain. Forwards I go. I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards, I fall, I get up, I go forwards.
The cycle repeats until I come to a crossroads. To my left is a familiar courtyard, to my right is my family home. In front of me is a park. I turned around, I must have gotten my directions confused after a fall. I slip, my tattered feet more like tank treads oiled with blood and made of glass than those of a human. As I fall I feel a sigh as the ground speaks to my body.. “Is this your choice?” Who spoke? Where am I? I must go forward. My body gradually changes. My teeth fall out. My flesh is wrended. My eyes go dark. My ears hang by a thread.
The obsidian is alive. It is me. I am the obsidian, and we spoke to you. “Splintered soul of thunder. Join us. Do you not feel the glass blood beneath your skin? Your dying flesh failing? Your time choking you? Become one, join us.”
…
Well then, it is time to stop this lesson here. I don’t need that dead glass twisting you around, my amalgam. So, to prove that this experiment was a success and you aren’t just a dormant husk answer these questions. What happened? How did it happen? And, why did it happen? As for this test’s unique question… What was the correct direction at the crossroads according to Dei’s master?