Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

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Prompt 1: Everyday Life

[A nondescript man pats down his pockets, frowns, and then heads your way with purpose.]

So . . . Don't suppose I could get a smoke off of you?

Prompt 2: I Can't Believe It's Not Thusia

[Your character has died! And then . . . woken up in some cold stone room full of weird shrines??? Plus some strange dude is sitting next to you, puffing lightly on a cigarette.]

Oh, you're awake? Then welcome back to the land of the living. Or to the land of the re-living. Still not sure how the terminology works there.

Prompt 3: You Make Up A Scenario

[You make up a scenario.]

Comments

2, I apologize in advance for this one (and also that it's late)

[wethrinaer]

[well this is a surprise, and . . . well, maybe it's pleasant, maybe it isn't. He hasn't quite decided that far yet.

He doesn't sit up, but he does lift a hand to rub at his face]

One would think the latter would make me undead, rather than alive again. And I hear those sorts are a bit of a nasty bunch.

[NO WORRIES about the lateness fufufu :3]

[jarredforlife]

No, no, it's definitely not undead.

[wethrinaer]

Lovely, then, one worry at ease.

[he glances over and raises both eyebrows] Though that begs the question - just what am I doing alive again?

[jarredforlife]

The gods of this world ran out of mortals so they bring in formerly deceased ones to pick up the slack.

[wethrinaer]

Ah, and here they've brought in a terribly lazy one.

[he finally sits up and runs a hand through his hair] And what world is this, pray tell?

[jarredforlife]

Seems like they leave it up to chance to decide who gets brought in.

And it's called Thusia.

[wethrinaer]

Chance? [he snorts] Not the greatest of methods.

[jarredforlife]

Well, they are desperate.

[wethrinaer]

One would think, then, they'd have something of a screening process on those who they decide to bring in, at the very least.

[I mean, this guy has committed some serious genocide and they let him in? Geez, low standards]

[jarredforlife]

[yeah Barakiel isn't sure why they brought him in either...]

You would think that, wouldn't you. It's the heroic types who jump in to save the day and everything, right . . .

[wethrinaer]

As far as I'm aware! I don't know for sure, I make sure to give those types a wide berth.

[jarredforlife]

Well, I'm not exactly a heroic type myself.

[wethrinaer]

A criminal, then?

[jarredforlife]

No, just not a hero.

[wethrinaer]

Ah, and here I thought a person was either or.

[jarredforlife]

Don't be too surprised, now.

[wethrinaer]

But my worldview! It's crumbling to pieces as we speak.

[jarredforlife]

Feel free to take some time to pull yourself back together, then.

[wethrinaer]

I don't know if I have the heart to bother.

[jarredforlife]

Good, because I'm not very good at being comforting.

[wethrinaer]

Perhaps we should just skip that part, then. Fair enough?

[jarredforlife]

Fine by me. What are we skipping to?

[wethrinaer]

Something far more interesting, maybe? I'm quite over this "brought back to life" rubbish now.

[jarredforlife]

There's not much of interest here other than the gods and survival, at the moment . . .

I can't really recommend exploring beyond the building, either.

[wethrinaer]

That's all there is, huh.

[he tilts his head, though, and shoots a brief glance to the door] And why is that?