Ingame
You are inside the living room of a house. Furniture and possessions have been left unattended for a very long time. A film of dust covers everything. The door has been secured.
- You examine the newspaper further. It's a tuesday issue. Your fingers brush against the coffee stained edges: they are still wet - an impossibility. Incredulous, you thumb it, an attempt to pat it dry, as if doing so would make it not wet in the first place.
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 audacity 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
