The experimental part of this will be that there is no Character sheet and there is no limit of players; The noly requirement is your time and commitment.
Surrounding you is what could only be described as a Void... The darkest black you could ever imagine. You're not even sure if you exist or not in this..... Darkness.
Suddenly, what must be thousands of cards appear in front of you, all face down--or at least you think-- and all a different shade of one color or another. The assortment stretches for as far as you can see in every direction, including up and down.
Choose a color.
*As a side note, please try not to all pick the same color, it will make this very difficult if that is to happen. Choosing the same color as someone else is fine, but please try not to follow a pattern if you see one forming. Like I said, ANY color you can think of*
The sevrant walks in and places the tray on the Ottoman chair. "Just call when you're done." He says before leaving swiftly.
Zyba: Left towards the cliff or right down the beach?
Rip:
You latch it on and safely swing to the left shore. The canoe starts wobbling and then cascades down the waterfall.
DB: You somehow manage to roll over, and while being dragged up a hill, it comes loose and you are laying face down in the sand. You can hear a horse snorting and someone yelling.
p1a2:
You take the paper and read it........... There is a strange rune on it, and it starts glowing.
Awesome, the thing I like is the fact I can respawn and be smarter.
But seriously, if you want me to quit because of the stunning amount of players or the fact I am likely to act stupidly silly how anything I do not fully understand- most probably leading me to die violently- it is fine.
If not, then I begin sneaking, trying to follow the soldiers while spying on them and eavesdropping.
A dazzling amount of still-sizzling food and a glowing blue liquid in a conical glass.
Zyba:
Well you could have gone dwn towards the cliff, just confirming >.>
After an hour of uneventful walking, you see a man sitting on the beach with what looks like a fishing pole.
Rip:
Nothing, though your eye does catch a game trail leading into a thin patch of forest.
DB:
You hear a horse's hoofs and snort, thgen someone dropping to the ground. He starts yelling something that you don't undertsnad, then whips your exposed belly-area. Being that you're still alive, you react to it by flinching in pain.
DV:
It's fine, just try to be more wise next time. Don't think you can abuse the respawn option, repeated dying will result in expulsion.
You follow them, and they eventually come to a large clearing. There are hundreds more of them in a very large line across it.... On the other side of the clearing is a man in black clothing, alone
Sneak up on him, eavesdrop, if nothing is productive and he is un-noticed I wrestle him to the ground, putting my hand to his neck and ask what the hell is this army.
An arrow flies by your ear (within inches) and lands with a splash in the river behind you.
Zyba:
"Aye, not yet, I'm afraid.What's your business 'round here?"
Legion:
You eat the food (marvelous taste) and drink the liquid.... It tastes fruity with a faint nutty flavor., yet delightfully sweet. You note it is getting dark outside.
DB:
No, you tried flipping... Oh, right.
Your back is still very sensitive from being dragged across the sand, so nothing you do prevents the involuntary flinching. You are roughly picked up by the arms and thrown into the same cage you were in before. "Told you." One of the slaves says.
