Ingame
You are inside the bedroom of a house. The shelves of dressers have been ripped out and left wherever. The wooden framed bed is in disarray, sheets in tangled knots.
- You examine the framed picture further. It's face down, and you can make out the hopeful words, 3rd time's the charm scrawled lazily onto the backboard. You untwine the picture from the sheets: human finger nails hang by transparent lines of mucus from the picture - an impossibility. Incredulous, you swipe at the droopy strands and flick away the finger nails, as if doing so will rid the appearance from your mind, and replace it with the queerly out of place smile from the woman in the picture.
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 melancholy 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
