A new world.
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| - | Somewhere behind the sky, in a world that's not quite this one, a shepherd tends to his flock. A strange shepherd, and a strange flock, but he tends to them nonetheless. Wiping his brow, | + | Somewhere behind the sky, in a world that's not quite this one, a shepherd tends to his flock. A strange shepherd, and a strange flock, but he tends to them nonetheless. Wiping his brow, the shepherd straightens up from his labour and looks out across the night sky. He blinks, and squints his eyes. A strange, flaming comet is falling through the clouds tonight. |
"Look, my pretties." he says, motioning to the flock. "A shooting star." | "Look, my pretties." he says, motioning to the flock. "A shooting star." | ||
| + | = '''CRASH!''' = | ||
| - | + | You open your eyes to a pile of flaming wreckage. Straightening up and groaning, you find yourself in the remains of some kind of mechanical pod, bits of machinery strewn all over the mountainside. | |
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| - | You open your eyes to a pile of flaming wreckage. Straightening up and groaning, you find yourself in the remains of some kind of mechanical pod, bits of machinery strewn all over the mountainside | + | |
You also seem to have lost all your clothes. | You also seem to have lost all your clothes. | ||
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Do you: | Do you: | ||
*[[Search the wreckage of the pod]] | *[[Search the wreckage of the pod]] | ||
| - | *[[Look out over the landscape]] | + | *[[Naked- Look out over the landscape| Look out over the landscape]] |
*[[Try and pull together some makeshift clothes.]] | *[[Try and pull together some makeshift clothes.]] | ||
Current revision as of 12:46, 15 February 2010
Somewhere behind the sky, in a world that's not quite this one, a shepherd tends to his flock. A strange shepherd, and a strange flock, but he tends to them nonetheless. Wiping his brow, the shepherd straightens up from his labour and looks out across the night sky. He blinks, and squints his eyes. A strange, flaming comet is falling through the clouds tonight.
"Look, my pretties." he says, motioning to the flock. "A shooting star."
CRASH!
You open your eyes to a pile of flaming wreckage. Straightening up and groaning, you find yourself in the remains of some kind of mechanical pod, bits of machinery strewn all over the mountainside.
You also seem to have lost all your clothes.
Do you:
- Search the wreckage of the pod
- Look out over the landscape
- Try and pull together some makeshift clothes.
| Status | ||
| Health | Bruised | Equipment:
None |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 0 | |
