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Games, Games, and More Games => Storytelling and Roleplaying => Topic started by: Cyst on September 26, 2013, 10:47:45 pm

Title: Coat Quest
Post by: Cyst on September 26, 2013, 10:47:45 pm
You are alone. It is dark.

What do you do?
Title: Re: You are alone. It is dark.
Post by: Inkling on September 26, 2013, 10:50:09 pm
Turn the lights on.
Title: Re: You are alone. It is dark.
Post by: Slinky on September 28, 2013, 11:42:00 am
*snort* *snort*
Yeah, Thomas Edison appears in front of you and says, "idiot, I haven't been born yet."
Title: Re: You are alone. It is dark.
Post by: Cyst on September 28, 2013, 09:29:25 pm
You turn on the lights... Huh, why didn't you think of that earlier?

You find yourself to be inside a closet, several coats obscuring your view. You can just barely make out the handle to a door when you hear a scratching noise on the wall behind you, followed by several short and excited breaths.

What next?
Title: Re: You are alone. It is dark.
Post by: Inkling on September 28, 2013, 10:29:33 pm
Put on as many of the coats as you can before you come out of the closet.
Title: Re: You are in the closet.
Post by: Slinky on September 28, 2013, 11:21:09 pm
Well, we all knew it was only a matter of time before Ink came out of the closet.
Title: Re: You are in the closet.
Post by: Inkling on September 29, 2013, 12:07:17 am
It's a wardrobe, jackass.
Title: Re: You are in the closet.
Post by: Slinky on September 29, 2013, 12:09:20 am
The word "wardrobe" was never used. You're just biased towards wardrobes because you hail from Narnia.

Anyway, search the coats' pockets for anything useful.
Title: Re: You are in the closet.
Post by: Oviraptor on September 29, 2013, 10:15:34 am
It was nothing, go back to sleep.
Title: Re: You are in the closet.
Post by: Cyst on September 30, 2013, 01:37:43 am
You grab the nearest coat, covering yourself in it's smooth, leathery, warm embrace. You yearn for more, as you cover yourself in layer after layer of fine coat, rifling your hands through their pockets to find nothing more than lint and dust. Just as you pull the 6th coat on, you feel a hand on your ankle, and then nothing, as though it was never there. Perhaps you were just imagining things. You shrug and open the closet door, finding yourself in a large, yet mostly empty, room. In the centre is a futon, and 2 doors sit opposite from you. It is dark, but the sun's rays trickle through closed blinds, the window sitting right above the head of the bed.

And then?