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1292 No. 1292 ID: a4f3a2

A dream.

-lance back at the oncoming tide of darkness. I could make out shapes - eyes, fangs, claws, reaching out for me. We continued to make our way through the endless corridors as fast as we could. Someone tripped, I learned later that it was the mother, Laya, and was consumed by the horde. We turned a corner and found ourselves trapped - a dead end. The monsters had fallen back a bit, but they still came, just at a slower pace. They knew they had us. They remained around the corner - for now - but their monstrous shadows were clearly visible on the walls. We moved as close to the end as we could, searching for any way through, but to no avail.

Some of the survivors panicked, but not Gairen. He simply clicked his tongue, as if simply irritated that some minor problem failed to resove itself, instead of fearing for his life. He turned to me - "Here, take her." - and handed me the girl hanging limp in his arms. Then he turned around, and began to walk calmly towards the daemons. I was dumbfounded. "What do you think you're doing - You'll be killed!" He didn't look back as he replied, just kept on walking, "You be careful with her," he warned me, "If even one hair on her head is out of place when I come back, I'm taking it out of your hide." I opened my mouth to try to make him see reason - the boy couldn't be older than twenty-five, barely out of school, and those thin arms looked like they had no muscle on them whatsoever - the first daemon rounded the corner.

And Gairen MOVED.

It was insane, one instant he was here and the next a green-and-black blur and finally he was on the daemon. His first strike was overwhelmingly lethal - a vicious punch with his bare fist. I could feel the impact at the other end of the corridor, felt like I had been slapped. The daemon burst into flames, practically exploded, and then more came into sight and Gairen struck. All of them died like the first, one after the other, barely any time to register what was happening. They eventually realised something was up, and tried to fight back, but Gairen just brushed aside their blows like they were nothing. He just tore through the horde like a blazing sword through butter, the blatant crudity of his blows insignificant in the face of his inhuman speed and power.

As I watched, I realised what he was, where his confidence came from. There was only one kind of monster that could move like that.

"Exarch."

I knew hope for the first time in what felt like years. With him on our side, we might just have a chance of survival. I briefly glanced down at the girl in my arms, and wondered who she was for an Exarch, a mortal god meant to fight entire armies, to consider her so impor-
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No. 1293 ID: a4f3a2
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1293

YOU ARE AWAKE.

You find yourself in an unfamiliar room. You manage to clamber out of the bed before the world comes into focus. The room is rather blurry, but your mind barely manages to note some details - the walls are a dull white except for some patches of red - you're too groggy to think more on their significance. There is a BED, TOILET and SINK here, and the DOOR has bars on the window. You briefly wonder if you're in a prison - you've been in plenty of them over the years - before a dull pain washes all thought away. A part of you wants to climb back into bed, but you manage to gather enough willpower to shake it off. You want to ??? some ?????, sweet sweet ?????. You feel slightly better (but not much) at the mere thought of ?????.

Part of you notes that you can't remember anything, not even your name. The rest of you doesn't really care.

You are SLEEPY. You have a SPLITTING HEADACHE. You are EXTREMELY IRRITABLE. You desire ?????.
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No. 1295 ID: f373c2

Get some water from the sink. But before drinking it, check its color and smell. We don't want to drink dirty water.
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No. 1311 ID: a4f3a2

>>1295
You stumble over to the blur that, having a lifetime of exprience with waking up like this, you correctly assume is a sink. Unfortunately, you currently lack the hand-to-eye coordination to actually find the faucet with your hands, and things are not helped by the way the world is shifting around you. Luckily, you manage to roll a 20 and grasp the faucet, and you turn on the tap.

A blurry blur (water?) flows from the blur (tap?). You find it impossible to tell whether it's clean or dirty. You shut off the tap with an annoyed grunt. You really need that ?????.

You are now MILDLY FRUSTRATED.
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No. 1312 ID: 35cea2

Add MILD FRUSTRATION to inventory
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No. 1313 ID: a4f3a2

>>1312
You already have MILD FRUSTRATION.
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No. 1314 ID: f373c2

Stop thinking about ?????. We shouldn't ??? any ????? if we don't know what it is or what we're doing to it.

Drink some of the water.
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No. 1315 ID: a4f3a2

>>1314
You try to forget about ????? for a second, but soon give up. It's like lifeblood to you, and while part of you realizes that your addiction is somewhat unhealthy, you never want to give up ?????.

Delicious, delicious ?????.

You turn the tap on again, and try to drink some of the water. All you manage to succeed in is bumping the bridge of your nose on the tap. Ow. You turn the tap off and resolve not to bother until you've had some ?????.

You are now MILDLY ANGRY. Your NOSE hurts. You are thinking SLIGHTLY MORE CLEARLY now.
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No. 1316 ID: a4f3a2

check the door. if it's unlocked, go thrrough it.
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No. 1318 ID: a4f3a2

>>1316
You stumble through the door into another blurry room. It's bigger than the other one. You think. A COMFORTINGLY FAMILIAR BLUR, which you suspect is in fact a PERSON, gets bigger and moves away from the wall. The part of you that recognises a fellow person also recognises that the PERSON has just stood up. You feel a tendil of pure, overwhelming joy with a mix of Birthday-esque joyous surprise brush your mind for a moment.

You still have a SPLITTING HEADACHE and are EVEN MORE IRRITABLE in the face of another's happiness. Your nose STILL HURTS.
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No. 1319 ID: a4f3a2
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1319

>>1318
Gah, image. Forgot.
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No. 1321 ID: a4f3a2

>>1319
ask for ?????
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No. 1322 ID: a4f3a2
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1322

>>1321
You manage to communicate your need for ????? through a series of unintelligable grunts and moans. Despite your incoherency, the COMFORTINGLY FAMILIAR PERSON(?) seems to get the idea.

COMFORTINGLY FAMILIAR PERSON(?) goes through the (a?) door(?) to ??????.

You are left alone with your FUCKING HEADACHE. Jesus fucking christ, the pain. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. Fucking OW.

You feel DISORIENTATED. Your HEADACHE worsens. You are feeling MORE IRRITABLE by the second. You start to desire the PAIN OF OTHERS.
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No. 1323 ID: a4f3a2
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1323

COMFORTINGLY FAMILIAR PERSON returns from ?????? with two ????s of ?????, and hands you a ????.
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No. 1324 ID: a4f3a2
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1324

You put the ???? to your lips and drink the ?????.

OH GOD IN HEAVEN IT'S WONDERFUL.
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No. 1325 ID: a4f3a2
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1325

Gairen hands you the other cup of coffee.
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No. 1326 ID: a4f3a2
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1326

OH GOD IN HEAVEN IT'S STILL WONDERFUL.
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No. 1327 ID: a4f3a2
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1327

With plenty of caffiene running through your system, you start to return to your regular, perky self. It feels FUCKING FANTASTIC. You feel INDIFFERENT at the return of your memory. You remember that your name is TIFF HARBRINGER, and you kick all sorts of ass. As for where you are, tha-

...

Wait.

You have NO IDEA where the hell you are. Last thing you remember you were on a PLANE. What the fuck's going on?

GAIREN is here, and you can sense through your link that he's oddly happy. I mean, that's his normal state when you're around, but he's unusually so now. You briefly wonder why. You are holding two EMPTY STYROFOAM CUPS. There was once DELICIOUS COFFEE in them, but not anymore. You absently scan the room for a bin or something. Nope, nothing. You are still IRRITABLE. You're definitely not a morning person. Your NOSE still throbs slightly.
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No. 1328 ID: f373c2

Ask him what's going on.

Wander back through the door we came from, to see the room more clearly.
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No. 1330 ID: a4f3a2

>>1328
You ask Gairen for an explanation of what's going on.

"Weeeell...We were on a plane, and it crashed on this deserted island."

"So it's just like Lost."

"And then we were attacked by a bunch of monsters."

"So it's just like Lost."

"And then we discovered some wierd hatches on the surface."

"So it's just like Lost."

"And then we went down one to escape the daemons, only to wind up in this underwater facility where there were even more daemons."

"So it's just like Lost AND Bioshock."

"Pretty much, yeah. We've been running around here for about two and a half weeks while most of the survivors have been picked off one by one. Now we're down to about nine people, including you and me, from an initial group of around fifty."

"And...why don't I recall any of this?"

Gairen smiles. "Oh, that's easy. You've been in a coma for the last three weeks."

"...What."

"Yeah, we had to run around while carrying you. It was kinda hard, but now you're awake everything's alright again!"

Oh shit. The plane crashed, which means you never got to Onmis, which means that you never met up with Blak.

And he hasn't heard from you for the past three weeks.

He's so going to kill you.

You peek back through the door for a moment, and it looks just like you guessed it did - well, except for the FUCKMASSIVE BLOODSTAIN that coats half the room. Holy shit, that's a lot of blood...
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No. 1331 ID: a4f3a2

>>1330
Check the sink again, now that you're awake.
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No. 1332 ID: 35cea2

>>1330
>>1331

>ID: a4f3a2

Just thought I'd let you know this board keeps track of your IP, so we know which posts are made by which person

I know this board is slow a bit recently, but have a bit of patience and you will have enough suggestions. No need to resort to suggesting to yourself.
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No. 1334 ID: a4f3a2

>>1332
Erm...I'm at school now.

So, wait, there's someone else on this forum?
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No. 1335 ID: a4f3a2

>>1334
By someone else I mean someone else from my school.
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No. 1412 ID: aef236

This is not good. I hate all the characters and it has only been 20 posts or so. The OP was so boring that I didn't even read half of it.

You should really get some advice on how to create sympathetic character and read a few more books (by professional writers, god help you if you read fanfiction) to brush up your writing skills.
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No. 1413 ID: 35cea2

>>1412

Constructive criticism doesn't have to be quite so harsh you know.
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No. 1414 ID: d9c8cc

>>1413
I disagree. Without having my work taken out back and shot in the face once in a while, I would have gotten no where. I'm an aspiring illustrator, but I reckon it applies to writers as well.
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No. 1417 ID: 43331d

>>1413

At least he's giving reasons for his displeasure, rather than just "YOUR QUEST IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD" like you'd normally see.
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No. 1441 ID: 1da9db

>this thread

Haha oh wow - SamefagQuest.
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No. 1446 ID: f0389b

>>1414
Well, it depends how they shoot it. Even if they're harsh, as long as they tell you what's wrong I don't see a problem.
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No. 41326 ID: f98e0b
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41326

dotn worry guise ill contine the story for everyone

So there's u and the marysue with the green hair in this room where there is all this blood and also some coffee

plus some backstory no one even gives a fuck about so fuck it
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No. 41332 ID: a65c2c

>>41326
Check the sink again, now that you're awake.
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No. 41333 ID: 2cbe3e

>>41326

you know bad things should stay dead
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No. 41334 ID: f98e0b
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41334

>>41333
It sure is a good thing this is the best fucking quest ever quested then HUH
>>41332
That sink fucking hit you on the head
you fucking hate that sink
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No. 41343 ID: a65c2c

>>41334
Tell Gairen about your weird dream. Man, is that all you dreamt in three weeks?
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No. 41354 ID: f98e0b
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41354

>>41343
Man I don't even fucking know what dream your talking abou- oh.

Well whatever anyway I guess you do and he doesn't give a shit cause there are demons around

The author railroads the plot to the part where his shameless self-insert and the 2-d pink chick protagonist make out
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No. 41358 ID: a65c2c

rolled 1 = 1

>>41354
Man I don't even fucking know what self-insert your talking abou- oh.

Well enough of him doing nothing but telling you what's going on and giving you coffee.

Either HAND IN PANTS or GO FIGHT DEMONS.
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No. 41362 ID: f98e0b
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41362

>>41358
Why not do both
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No. 41363 ID: 43d730

>>41358
>hand in pants
>fight demons
Do both.
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No. 41366 ID: f98e0b

>>41363
oh wow
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