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Your name is… your name is… you cannot really remember.
You're currently swimming in darkness. Not literally, not a dark lake or anything like that. More like swimming in the void. You cannot see yourself. You cannot feel yourself. Are you even there? Do you even exist? And if you do, are you even alive?
A sharp pain was felt somewhere near where your head should be. You could not open your eyes, because you could not find them. Maybe you could not see, but you could touch. You could definitely feel things.
You tried to lift your right hand. It did not move. It did not feel like it was there. Your left one, however, felt… different. As if it was not yours, like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. Not only that, but it felt as if something was pressing against it. Something… wet. Sticky.
Another peck, close to your neck this time. It was not painful. Just… annoying. Very annoying. But it brought something positive with it. You were no longer swimming in darkness. Not entirely, at least. You began to hear things.
The sound of waves around you felt calming. Relaxing. Screeches of animals, and low, guttural roars of large beasts feasting. And far, far away, you felt a certain coldness. It felt both faint and vast at the same time. You could not see it. You could not picture it. It was a new sensation. Like a cold, invisible flame calling for you. Well… calling was a strong word. Beckoning? Luring you? No. It was a curiosity. Strong curiosity. Yes, that felt right.
Three pecks in total. One of them actually hurt. The sudden pain was enough to pull you out of this primordial soup of emptiness.
You were on a beach. A putrid, foul-smelling beach. You moved your right arm, batting at whatever was attacking you, and the distorted cries of birds faded as they flew away. Your left arm was stuck, deep in what felt like a pit of wet sand. You pulled, and, strangely enough, your entire arm came free in a single movement. You had expected more resistance.
You looked around. It was indeed a beach. The sun was slowly rising in the distance. Black and red beasts with white masks lurked nearby, sleeping or scavenging for food.
The first thing that caught your attention was your left arm. It looked disturbingly similar to them. Black, with white protrusions jutting from it. Slimy against the skin, solid along what appeared to be jagged bones. The fingers were the same. Sharp, clawed, and… fully under your control. This contamination extended from your fingertips up to the side of your neck and partially across your bare chest. Bare… where were your clothes? A lady should not be seen like this.
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General Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3
NEW Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/76f3BmBx
Twitter/X account for important announcements, contact and stuff: https://x.com/MissvalQM (I’m also in the /qst/ discord)
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Your name is… your name is… you cannot really remember.
You're currently swimming in darkness. Not literally, not a dark lake or anything like that. More like swimming in the void. You cannot see yourself. You cannot feel yourself. Are you even there? Do you even exist? And if you do, are you even alive?
A sharp pain was felt somewhere near where your head should be. You could not open your eyes, because you could not find them. Maybe you could not see, but you could touch. You could definitely feel things.
You tried to lift your right hand. It did not move. It did not feel like it was there. Your left one, however, felt… different. As if it was not yours, like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. Not only that, but it felt as if something was pressing against it. Something… wet. Sticky.
Another peck, close to your neck this time. It was not painful. Just… annoying. Very annoying. But it brought something positive with it. You were no longer swimming in darkness. Not entirely, at least. You began to hear things.
The sound of waves around you felt calming. Relaxing. Screeches of animals, and low, guttural roars of large beasts feasting. And far, far away, you felt a certain coldness. It felt both faint and vast at the same time. You could not see it. You could not picture it. It was a new sensation. Like a cold, invisible flame calling for you. Well… calling was a strong word. Beckoning? Luring you? No. It was a curiosity. Strong curiosity. Yes, that felt right.
Three pecks in total. One of them actually hurt. The sudden pain was enough to pull you out of this primordial soup of emptiness.
You were on a beach. A putrid, foul-smelling beach. You moved your right arm, batting at whatever was attacking you, and the distorted cries of birds faded as they flew away. Your left arm was stuck, deep in what felt like a pit of wet sand. You pulled, and, strangely enough, your entire arm came free in a single movement. You had expected more resistance.
You looked around. It was indeed a beach. The sun was slowly rising in the distance. Black and red beasts with white masks lurked nearby, sleeping or scavenging for food.
The first thing that caught your attention was your left arm. It looked disturbingly similar to them. Black, with white protrusions jutting from it. Slimy against the skin, solid along what appeared to be jagged bones. The fingers were the same. Sharp, clawed, and… fully under your control. This contamination extended from your fingertips up to the side of your neck and partially across your bare chest. Bare… where were your clothes? A lady should not be seen like this.
