I heard a soft noise. Was it a cat? Was it a scared child?
What have we done…?
No, that wasn’t the sound of either. I couldn’t tell what it was.
Explosions.
Oh, God, what’ve we done?!
You’ve got to reverse it!
I can’t! It’s out of control!
Screams.
You HAVE to reverse it! Hurry! Send it back!
The soft noise sounds more pressing, angrier. It’s getting worse. It feels pain. No. Not pain. Agony.
Misery.
Destruction.
Explosions! Screams!
My vision lights up. Fire, bright fire clouds my vision. The heat is intense, explosive, scathing.
And through the heat, I see it. Something I’d never seen before. A horrid evil, a putrid smell of burning flesh and the deafening throes of anguish, affliction and torment creeps through the flames. The creature has these. The creature PERSONIFIES these. A roar shatters through my ears, my vision blurs, and everything falls into the blessed serenity of darkness.
Entry #001
I have decided it best to keep a diary so that I can clear my mind and grasp my situation.
I awoke in the snows of an unknown land this morning. No idea where I am, or who I am. Fear gripped my heart as I awoke from the nightmare haunting my mind. Yet, my first instinct is to look up in front of where I lay. As I do, my mind is drawn away from chaos and a sense of calm washes over me as I read the following on a sign:
Arborlea. Somehow, through an understanding not of my own, I suddenly feel safe, if only on the surface.
I had merely been dreaming. But something still tugs at the back of my mind. Where is Arborlea? Why do I feel calmer here? And why don’t I remember anything? Another small worry pulls at the back of my mind. Yet, I cannot place why I feel it or the origin of the feeling. As I rise, however, I notice something nearby.
A chest. I wander over and try to open the lid. To my immediate surprise, it doesn’t seem to be locked.
These items were inside, along with a book, unsigned, with no author, completely blank save for one page:
The worry in the back of my mind grows stronger upon this realization. Of course… nighttime is a bad thing. Very bad, but… why?
For now, not too pressing.
But, I must do as the note says. Something tells me my very survival depends on finding shelter before nightfall. Luckily, when I look around, another welcome sight greets me:
A village is near where I’ve awakened. This must be my home. Maybe I had just wandered and fell tired. Or perhaps I merely hit my head. Calm again washes over my mind, easing the worry I earlier felt. However, smaller worries push my mind. Something doesn’t seem right. Why can’t I remember who I am? How could I fall so close to the village and yet have no one notice me? And, while I am glad to have found the shelter that the mysterious book urged me to do, what exactly is going to happen when night falls?
I made my way closer to the village, but something still did not seem right. While the village has people, none of them seem to look at me with recognition in their eyes. Moreover, they don’t speak in words like myself, but seem to communicate by making noises or sighs periodically. Something is not right. I cannot be from this village. One of the villagers must have seen distress in my eyes, as he walked over and took me to what I assumed was his home.
He seemed to be very accommodating. As I walked through the village, the people were communicating, and running about their tasks. However, as the day seemed to go on, I noticed they would seem a bit nervous. Was it because a stranger entered into their midst? I am not sure, but as night approached, they hurriedly made their way into their homes, and even here, some of them have made their way inside, looking about with a sense of fear. It is very unsettling.
My own voice speaks to me inside my head, clear as a bell.
My third night here will see horrors unleashed.
I brush it aside, for now, and try to sleep. Tomorrow, I shall try to get my bearings and look around a bit.
Something terrible has been unleashed.
I heard a soft noise. Was it a cat? Was it a scared child?
What have we done…?
No, that wasn’t the sound of either. I couldn’t tell what it was.
Explosions.
Oh, God, what’ve we done?!
You’ve got to reverse it!
I can’t! It’s out of control!
Screams.
You HAVE to reverse it! Hurry! Send it back!
The soft noise sounds more pressing, angrier. It’s getting worse. It feels pain. No. Not pain. Agony.
Misery.
Destruction.
Explosions! Screams!
My vision lights up. Fire, bright fire clouds my vision. The heat is intense, explosive, scathing.
And through the heat, I see it. Something I’d never seen before. A horrid evil, a putrid smell of burning flesh and the deafening throes of anguish, affliction and torment creeps through the flames. The creature has these. The creature PERSONIFIES these. A roar shatters through my ears, my vision blurs, and everything falls into the blessed serenity of darkness.
I have decided it best to keep a diary so that I can clear my mind and grasp my situation.
I awoke in the snows of an unknown land this morning. No idea where I am, or who I am. Fear gripped my heart as I awoke from the nightmare haunting my mind. Yet, my first instinct is to look up in front of where I lay. As I do, my mind is drawn away from chaos and a sense of calm washes over me as I read the following on a sign:
Arborlea. Somehow, through an understanding not of my own, I suddenly feel safe, if only on the surface.
I had merely been dreaming. But something still tugs at the back of my mind. Where is Arborlea? Why do I feel calmer here? And why don’t I remember anything? Another small worry pulls at the back of my mind. Yet, I cannot place why I feel it or the origin of the feeling. As I rise, however, I notice something nearby.
A chest. I wander over and try to open the lid. To my immediate surprise, it doesn’t seem to be locked.
These items were inside, along with a book, unsigned, with no author, completely blank save for one page:
The worry in the back of my mind grows stronger upon this realization. Of course… nighttime is a bad thing. Very bad, but… why?
For now, not too pressing.
But, I must do as the note says. Something tells me my very survival depends on finding shelter before nightfall. Luckily, when I look around, another welcome sight greets me:
A village is near where I’ve awakened. This must be my home. Maybe I had just wandered and fell tired. Or perhaps I merely hit my head. Calm again washes over my mind, easing the worry I earlier felt. However, smaller worries push my mind. Something doesn’t seem right. Why can’t I remember who I am? How could I fall so close to the village and yet have no one notice me? And, while I am glad to have found the shelter that the mysterious book urged me to do, what exactly is going to happen when night falls?
I made my way closer to the village, but something still did not seem right. While the village has people, none of them seem to look at me with recognition in their eyes. Moreover, they don’t speak in words like myself, but seem to communicate by making noises or sighs periodically. Something is not right. I cannot be from this village. One of the villagers must have seen distress in my eyes, as he walked over and took me to what I assumed was his home.
He seemed to be very accommodating. As I walked through the village, the people were communicating, and running about their tasks. However, as the day seemed to go on, I noticed they would seem a bit nervous. Was it because a stranger entered into their midst? I am not sure, but as night approached, they hurriedly made their way into their homes, and even here, some of them have made their way inside, looking about with a sense of fear. It is very unsettling.
My own voice speaks to me inside my head, clear as a bell.
My third night here will see horrors unleashed.
I brush it aside, for now, and try to sleep. Tomorrow, I shall try to get my bearings and look around a bit.
What resource pack is it?