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Forum Games and Roleplaying / (SG) A second chance
« on: April 03, 2019, 01:09:20 am »
Darkness...
This is the only thing you see.
Are you dreaming? Are you dead?
Voices...
That probably means you live and are conscious.
You can't make out a single word, but it sounds wrong, somehow.
How they talk. You've never heard anything like it.
Black turns to gray...
Beeping, humming, rattling. And the voices. You don't understand what they are saying.
You try to open your eyes and are rewarded by a bright light, making your head hurt.
You close them.
You open them again.
A few more tries and you manage to keep them open and take in your surroundings.
Not that they make any sense...
The light isn't that bright. Your eyes just must have been closed for a long time.
Blank metal walls, tables with tools you can't name around you.
People - too tall and too thin - are standing nearby and talking in that strange - in that somehow wrong - language.
There are more beds with more people.
There is a door with a panel next to it.
There is a machine next to you. It's producing the sounds. The beeping, the humming, the rattling.
The strange people turn towards you, watch you.
You just stare back as one of them shakes their head.
They say something you don't understand.
You feel a prick in your neck.
The voices become silent...
The world disappears...
Darkness...
...
...
...
Soft wind on your skin. That's the first thing you feel.
You can hear it, together with twittering birds and creaking wood.
You feel awake, energized, as if you have slept better than ever in your life.
You open your eyes.
The sky looks different. Not blue. Teal.
Are you dreaming? Are you dead?
You have a slight feeling of déjà vu.
You sit up and look around.
The grass around you is blue.
There are two other people lying beside you.
They seem to be waking up as well.
You ask them where you are. They tell you they don't know.
You ask them who they are.
Who are they? And who are you?
This is the only thing you see.
Are you dreaming? Are you dead?
Voices...
That probably means you live and are conscious.
You can't make out a single word, but it sounds wrong, somehow.
How they talk. You've never heard anything like it.
Black turns to gray...
Beeping, humming, rattling. And the voices. You don't understand what they are saying.
You try to open your eyes and are rewarded by a bright light, making your head hurt.
You close them.
You open them again.
A few more tries and you manage to keep them open and take in your surroundings.
Not that they make any sense...
The light isn't that bright. Your eyes just must have been closed for a long time.
Blank metal walls, tables with tools you can't name around you.
People - too tall and too thin - are standing nearby and talking in that strange - in that somehow wrong - language.
There are more beds with more people.
There is a door with a panel next to it.
There is a machine next to you. It's producing the sounds. The beeping, the humming, the rattling.
The strange people turn towards you, watch you.
You just stare back as one of them shakes their head.
They say something you don't understand.
You feel a prick in your neck.
The voices become silent...
The world disappears...
Darkness...
...
...
...
Soft wind on your skin. That's the first thing you feel.
You can hear it, together with twittering birds and creaking wood.
You feel awake, energized, as if you have slept better than ever in your life.
You open your eyes.
The sky looks different. Not blue. Teal.
Are you dreaming? Are you dead?
You have a slight feeling of déjà vu.
You sit up and look around.
The grass around you is blue.
There are two other people lying beside you.
They seem to be waking up as well.
You ask them where you are. They tell you they don't know.
You ask them who they are.
Who are they? And who are you?
