Ingame
You are inside the basement of a house. Faint light from a small plastic covered window illuminates only a vague rectangular area. The paint on the cement floor breaks up as you step over it.
- You further examine the garbage bags. Your fingers fumble with the twist-ties, opening the bag wide. A severed arm slips out. There is no decomposition, no rigour, it's still alive, limp though and detached from body nonetheless - an impossibility. Incredulous, and fully horrified, you try to nudge the arm back into the garbage bag. It twitches.
And then, something pulls your mind in, at great discomfort, and it is as if to push you in a deliberately cramped recess, and into that unknown is permitted another mind, though it is only a mind as it once was. Not truly, as it is now, but for the mind, the now is no more. A dead soul, with a remnant shaved off from its shadow cast by no light.
It's a flashback. You're going into someone's flashback. The immorality of it.
Possible actions:
- Elsewhere
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal, a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a pistol (4) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
