ALERT: THIS IS NOT BASED ON AMNESIA: DARK DESCENT. I apologize if the title mislead you. I spent a long time trying to come up with a title, and I realized that what I had could cause that connection, but it was the only decent title I was able to think of.
ALERT: THIS STORY CONTAINS FURIES. Don't like furies? Then leave without posting or this thread will haunt your "new replies to your posts" inbox forever. Also, it's insulting.
For some reason I've always wanted to do one of these, and lately an idea has gotten stuck in my head and I'm going to see what happens.
I have no artistic skill what so ever, so while I can imagine images I could use for one of these kinds of games, I do not wish to spend the hours trying to get something drawn and grow frustrated when it doesn't go right.
Nor am I an amazing writer, so don't expect me to have any plans on where this is going.
You awaken and rub your head. It would appear that you spent last night drinking, and drinking heavily. Why on earth you'd do that, with your low alcohol tolerance, you have no idea. Nor do you remember why.
In fact, you can't remember much of anything at all prior to about 15 seconds ago: waking up and feeling like crap.
You take stock of your fine feathered self
and appear to be in perfect health (excepting the headache and amnesia). Four legs, two wings, lots of black and white feathers. Your front claws can function as hands and you can walk on your hind legs only if needed (but you are much more comfortable on all four, or flying).
Looking around, you are in a large, circular chamber of smooth stone, laying on a low bed (not a particularly comfortable one either); a few more beds (empty) are nearby, forming a circle around the center. In the center is a softly glowing crystal about a foot long, which illuminates the room. There is an exit to the west.
You make a mental tally of things you need to do:
-What is your name?