[As soon as you enter the game, you find yourself in a vast, seemingly endless forest. The wind blows cold and harsh, whistling through the trees, and you can barely see what’s in front of you. The only light in the area comes from the moon shining down upon you, mostly blocked by the thick branches twisting together overhead. In the distance, it's almost as if you can see and here flashes of movement, moments of sound (a wolf howling, the sound of crying, or even that of screams). Try as you might, you can't tell where any of these sounds come from... Perhaps it would be best to explore and find out. Stranger yet, you feel as if you must explore...
From here, you can go either left or right. The two paths are indistinguishable from each other.]
Edited 2015-10-16 20:48 (UTC)
Time for the adventure game protags to do their thing!
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waywardapostle
2015-10-16 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all the days to not bring his sword with him to the game-
Ishiyama will search the immediate area first- any sticks thick enough to use as a weapon? Or anything else that might be of use?]
Ishiyama will search the immediate area first- any sticks thick enough to use as a weapon? Or anything else that might be of use?]
What is this?
[Turning it in his hands before accidentally clicking the button]
Ah! Well, this is handy.
[He looks left, then right, and following game logic, goes left, flashlight turned off and tucked in a pocket.
Right is always progression, got to explore all the things!]
[Turning it in his hands before accidentally clicking the button]
Ah! Well, this is handy.
[He looks left, then right, and following game logic, goes left, flashlight turned off and tucked in a pocket.
Right is always progression, got to explore all the things!]
[After walking for a while, the trees become more sparse, until they disappear. All the while, it's as if you can feel somebody watching you...
You come to a corn field. The plants rise up high, past your head. Luckily, you can see an entrance not too far from where you stand. There isn’t a sound to be heard except the sounds of cicadas somewhere in the distance.
Do you enter? Strangely, you strongly feel as though you should.]
[There's a certain order to these things, and the first thing Ishiyama does is, again, search the area.
He keeps casting curious looks towards the entrance to the corn field, though.]
He keeps casting curious looks towards the entrance to the corn field, though.]
[Now this is more like it.
Ishiyama picks one up, testing the blade with a leave pulled from a nearby cornstalk]
Ishiyama picks one up, testing the blade with a leave pulled from a nearby cornstalk]
[Feeling much better now that he's armed, Ishiyama adjusts his grip on the handle so that he's carrying it properly, and, feeling much better about everything right now, enters the corn field he's been eyeing.]
[Well. If need be, he can cut them down.
Left. Always left. ]
Left. Always left. ]
[He'll pan his flashlight over the cornstalks, seeing if he can see anything in the walls of the maze as he carries on down the path
He's not calling anything out himself, however.]
He's not calling anything out himself, however.]
[Children? Odd, it's late enough they should all be in bed by now.
Either way, he continues down the path, flashlight alternately panning over the ground- too look for items- and the walls- to see if he can see the children in the maze with him
Honestly, where are their parents.]
Either way, he continues down the path, flashlight alternately panning over the ground- too look for items- and the walls- to see if he can see the children in the maze with him
Honestly, where are their parents.]
[is it late? Or is it just a very dark evening?
Either way, the further in he gets, the louder the whispering becomes. Behind him, he can hear tiny footprints, pattering across the path and in between the stalks of corn.
Should he turn to look, he might catch a shoe disappearing into the corn, but otherwise? Nothing]
Either way, the further in he gets, the louder the whispering becomes. Behind him, he can hear tiny footprints, pattering across the path and in between the stalks of corn.
Should he turn to look, he might catch a shoe disappearing into the corn, but otherwise? Nothing]
[Well, this is getting ridiculous.]
Children? Come out, it's late, where are your parents?
Children? Come out, it's late, where are your parents?
[Following the giggling, because honestly, he's a thirty five year old veteran, children are not scary in the least.
Unless they're crying, anyway.]
Unless they're crying, anyway.]
[paths are for people who aren't him
Time to forge his own road.]
Time to forge his own road.]
[there's a bit of walking to follow that giggling. It seems that they're deliberately leading you further in, away from the path itself.
But they don't lead you too far - you soon find yourself in a clearing, lit with pires of fire on either side of it. At the center stands a large cross, made from wood and cornstalks. Hanging from it is . . . well, you have to get closer to see that.
The giggling has ceased, for now]
But they don't lead you too far - you soon find yourself in a clearing, lit with pires of fire on either side of it. At the center stands a large cross, made from wood and cornstalks. Hanging from it is . . . well, you have to get closer to see that.
The giggling has ceased, for now]
[First, check the area. Is there anything other than the cross?]
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