Ingame
You are inside a classroom of Pridmore Way School, a high school. The windows have been covered with sheets to block interior light and movement, save for one that was broken, the sheet torn and the outside revealed. Mattresses, cushions, blankets, and dirty fabrics function as sleeping arrangements.
Names have been written across the whiteboard, resembling a guestbook. Somebody has spraypainted how many of us has slept in these beds, all of whom we have never seen? on the wall above the door.
- You pick up the diary, which is thick with the extra pages stapled in. The cover is artificial leather and blank of title. On the first page is the name Izzy. You look through the entries, greatly intrigued, preparing to read his entire life, or a small part. You flip the pages and until the writing ends. You turn back a few pages. The last two entries refer to what you want to know. What transpired for Izzy and the rest during your separation?
The second to the last entry is entitled #1849 Between Before and Here. Next to it is written 4 deaths and 1 day since the last entry. It opens with great vagueness and minor grandiosity.
- At the end of today I am able to write. The solution to a problem left waiting has prematurely been played out. What was exposed was the sort of trend that reveals in its abruptness the reliable expectations. In other words, the plan did not go to plan, and this was planned for.
- After an unrecordable amount of time, we were made to leave Caiger Mall. It was the accident of an established intention. We were where we always were; and from above, through the skylight, came this thing…
- You know this part. Your presence provoked its attack. You pass over some words, then continue.
- There was this fog. It must have been conjured from somewhere not moments before, since nothing of it was seen early in the day. The buses began to push through it; but the memories of what followed have regressed into blankness. I should describe what I felt, the admixture of emotions, if I was not at the time so dizzied by its effect; and sitting here now in the after the fact, what I know I must have felt is unattainable. I cannot place a proper thought about it. There is only this recollection of knowing that I passed through a fog. What was committed to memory seem only able to reemerge in the circumstance in which it was created. This I think is a severe dissociation. The same is true for the group. How so could our mind be affected while we watched?
- Taking enough speed and luck allowed us to reach our escape. The dead trailed. Few would surface from the hollow buildings, for in the area most of the dead were behind, attached mindlessly to Caiger and too confused to leave. There was a kind of artificial vacancy of dead just beyond the boundary of Caiger. (No doubt there were the quiet, dormant kind deep within the buildings, old with prolonged death and insensitive to the world around them. They would act as nothing. The longer the dead sleep, the more difficult they are to awake. The death of death seems to preserve the continuation of the present state: the longer things are the more irreversible they will be.)
- Perception of safety can lead to the reciprocal fact of harm…
- You pause reading to think. What does Izzy mean by the death of death? You think this changes the natural meaning of death, which is nothing, to a newer one meaning something; and this something exists in a way to continue that way it is. What does that abstraction imply?
Possible actions:
- Continue reading Read the whiteboard Leave the classroom
Inventory:
- You carry a knife; a journal and a notebook; a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a shotgun (2), a pistol (12) 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
