Post by Roy Yamazuki on Apr 21, 2015 23:30:04 GMT
With blurred eyes, one could only make out the white that was painted above them.
The last memory was within a taxi, it was pouring rather heavily that evening, and the driver had made a simple inquiry of the person's name. Anything that followed after the answer, was far off from vague. Rubbing their forehead, the person groans as they struggle to sit up. Using their hands to push off of the flooring for leverage, they felt a cold surface beneath them that also blared the same color as the ceiling. In fact, the whole area was illuminated with that blinding white. The only exception was a corridor, which appeared as a gaping darkness from the current distance, and one wall that had been completely replaced with a wide window. One did not have to walk close to examine the scenery to notice that all was a void out there. A few lights glimmered, but they, themselves, were hundreds of miles away. If they had shattered this window, then would they fall into the immense gap?
Now, gripping onto a furniture nearby, one is at a full standing position. Their eyes are still in the process of adjusting to the bland yet bright color that surrounded them. To their right, was a couch that shared the exact same white... like freshly fallen snow. The fabric of the couch was clearly leather, but the equipment had a fragile complexion, such as if it were shoved by the even slightest of forces, it would shatter like glass on impact. Withdrawing one's hand, their pupils settle on a cluster of three other people that stood at the center of the area. They were all jeering rather aggressively as they faced a podium that stood at least three feet high. On the peak of the stand, there was a person wearing a mask that only showed one eye. The left eye was blotted out with a black square, and connected to the corner of the image was yet another translucent square of an orange color. There appeared to have been a total of six squares that had been organized in a diagonal line by size, and their colors had randomized for each. Last time it was nine, right? I hope that they... will be able to do better than I had.
Uncertain, the person approaches the raging mass, but decides to linger behind the crowd as to avoid getting involved with whatever was fuming. The masked figure immediately noticed the person's presence as they clapped their hands together to cause a momentary silence. He bowed over addressing, "Good day, everyone; I welcome you to the realm known as Dreamscape. Also known as... the place where all your hopes and wishes get sent to."
The group once more, began to murmur as their whispers developed into shouts that rang loudly. Due to the structure of the room, all sounds were amplified there. This time, the masked figure paused, waiting for the commotion to die down. For insurance, he clapped his hands before continuing, "As I said, we are currently residing in Dreamscape, and I am your host here, who you may call Aries. For those who want to leave, then the only way possible is to defeat this game. The game is nothing more than a competition where the winner has the choice of leaving. Each round, will eliminate one contestant until there is only one left." Those previous contestants... I wonder how they are doing? Why... why did I have to win?!
After finishing the pronunciation, the announcer inhaled sharply before picking up where he left off: "We have decided that all of you contestants will get the chance to participate in a practice round before we commence our official ones. Now, a rule of thumb here at Dreamscape is to never reveal your name as it may spell out an early demise for you who do. In our practice rounds, you may try to comprehend the mechanics of the game, or you can stock up... it's completely up to you four."
Aries snapped his fingers as a stamp appeared on all of the players wrists. As expected, they all gaped at the symbols that appeared, as they all displayed the same amount of currency... approximately 200 dollars or about 186 euros. "As you can see, the numbers on your arm represents your current wealth. If you were to lose all of this before the end of the game... then you will be terminated to say the least. Therefore, don't share your name unless you want to meet an early demise from starvation or bankruptcy; after all, all edible supplies has to be purchased in Dreamscape... How else are we supposed to make some quick change?" Aries ended with a chuckle as he rubbed to of his fingers together. He sneered as he surveyed the participants before exclaiming, "Anyways, you guys probably want to know about your practice round, don't you? The current theme... is a shooter-game. Now, off you go!"
Around each of the contestants, a neon circle of varied colors appear at their feet. The light that came from underneath easily enveloped the four participants, simultaneously. With that, as the light faded, the surroundings of all the players instantly changed as they were all stranded in dampened corridors.
I will send PMs soon to all the players, rest assure.
The last memory was within a taxi, it was pouring rather heavily that evening, and the driver had made a simple inquiry of the person's name. Anything that followed after the answer, was far off from vague. Rubbing their forehead, the person groans as they struggle to sit up. Using their hands to push off of the flooring for leverage, they felt a cold surface beneath them that also blared the same color as the ceiling. In fact, the whole area was illuminated with that blinding white. The only exception was a corridor, which appeared as a gaping darkness from the current distance, and one wall that had been completely replaced with a wide window. One did not have to walk close to examine the scenery to notice that all was a void out there. A few lights glimmered, but they, themselves, were hundreds of miles away. If they had shattered this window, then would they fall into the immense gap?
Now, gripping onto a furniture nearby, one is at a full standing position. Their eyes are still in the process of adjusting to the bland yet bright color that surrounded them. To their right, was a couch that shared the exact same white... like freshly fallen snow. The fabric of the couch was clearly leather, but the equipment had a fragile complexion, such as if it were shoved by the even slightest of forces, it would shatter like glass on impact. Withdrawing one's hand, their pupils settle on a cluster of three other people that stood at the center of the area. They were all jeering rather aggressively as they faced a podium that stood at least three feet high. On the peak of the stand, there was a person wearing a mask that only showed one eye. The left eye was blotted out with a black square, and connected to the corner of the image was yet another translucent square of an orange color. There appeared to have been a total of six squares that had been organized in a diagonal line by size, and their colors had randomized for each. Last time it was nine, right? I hope that they... will be able to do better than I had.
Uncertain, the person approaches the raging mass, but decides to linger behind the crowd as to avoid getting involved with whatever was fuming. The masked figure immediately noticed the person's presence as they clapped their hands together to cause a momentary silence. He bowed over addressing, "Good day, everyone; I welcome you to the realm known as Dreamscape. Also known as... the place where all your hopes and wishes get sent to."
The group once more, began to murmur as their whispers developed into shouts that rang loudly. Due to the structure of the room, all sounds were amplified there. This time, the masked figure paused, waiting for the commotion to die down. For insurance, he clapped his hands before continuing, "As I said, we are currently residing in Dreamscape, and I am your host here, who you may call Aries. For those who want to leave, then the only way possible is to defeat this game. The game is nothing more than a competition where the winner has the choice of leaving. Each round, will eliminate one contestant until there is only one left." Those previous contestants... I wonder how they are doing? Why... why did I have to win?!
After finishing the pronunciation, the announcer inhaled sharply before picking up where he left off: "We have decided that all of you contestants will get the chance to participate in a practice round before we commence our official ones. Now, a rule of thumb here at Dreamscape is to never reveal your name as it may spell out an early demise for you who do. In our practice rounds, you may try to comprehend the mechanics of the game, or you can stock up... it's completely up to you four."
Aries snapped his fingers as a stamp appeared on all of the players wrists. As expected, they all gaped at the symbols that appeared, as they all displayed the same amount of currency... approximately 200 dollars or about 186 euros. "As you can see, the numbers on your arm represents your current wealth. If you were to lose all of this before the end of the game... then you will be terminated to say the least. Therefore, don't share your name unless you want to meet an early demise from starvation or bankruptcy; after all, all edible supplies has to be purchased in Dreamscape... How else are we supposed to make some quick change?" Aries ended with a chuckle as he rubbed to of his fingers together. He sneered as he surveyed the participants before exclaiming, "Anyways, you guys probably want to know about your practice round, don't you? The current theme... is a shooter-game. Now, off you go!"
Around each of the contestants, a neon circle of varied colors appear at their feet. The light that came from underneath easily enveloped the four participants, simultaneously. With that, as the light faded, the surroundings of all the players instantly changed as they were all stranded in dampened corridors.
I will send PMs soon to all the players, rest assure.
