>>6126579“Woah kid, no need for that,” the purple-glowing man says, coming into view as he scales the hill of trash to meet you. He seems older, maybe in his forties, with a disheveled head of black hair, a greasy goatee, and a scar over his left eye. His clothes seem ratty- a torn t-shirt and blue jeans covered by a tan trenchcoat riddled with clumsy patchwork repairs, “Let’s talk this out like civilized people, shall we?”
His words aren’t uncannily translated like the others: instead, he seems to be speaking real, genuine English.
“Who are you? Where are we?”
“Name’s Mike. Mike Arthurs.” He answers, pulling a thick, pitch-black cigarette from the inside pocket of his coat. “As for where we are, well, there’s not a great answer for that. The people here just call this place the MAW.”
“The MAW?”
“That’s right,” he pauses for a moment to take a drag of smoke before continuing, “Belly of some sorta interdimensional predator. Not as bad as it sounds, but definitely not good.”
“W-what?”
“Look kid, it’s a long story. Let’s get you cleaned up first- oh, and most of this stuff goes to the government, but that bag seems like it’s yours, so feel free to keep it.”
Your eyes widen, only now remembering the strap slung over your shoulder.
“I never caught your name.” He prompts you to introduce yourself.
>Write in: what’s your name? Default: Ben Miller“Also, what’s in the bag?” (All <Standard> stats default at 5, giving no modifier to checks and dcs. Each point higher or lower than 5 will give that modifier to all checks.)
>Your football gear (+2 Athletics, -1 Wits)>Your reference books (+2 Wits, -1 Knack)>Your whittling supplies (+2 Knack, -1 Charm)>Your instrument (+2 Charm, -1 Athletics)>Weird occult stuff (+1 ???. -1 all other stats)>Write-in (+1 to any normal stat) 