Ingame
You are inside the kitchen of a house. All the cupboards have been flung open, most of its contents have been evacuated. The floor is an inactive chaos of items unsavoury.
A sticker with the idle sentiments Be True To Yourself! has been stuck onto the fridge.
- You examine the can of soup further. Inside, you see an unusual lump. Your fingers feel inside: there is an unnatural slipperiness to your grasp - an impossibility. Incredulous, you pull the object out. It's a human tongue, freshly lost. Recoiling, you drop it back into the can, as if doing so will mean that it was never discovered, and therefore doesn't exist.
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 apprehension 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
