WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[carries_war]

Combat. I am a weapon.

[poorlovefool]

... What? You're joking.

[Please be joking. Why a weapon? Does he have to be nervous about a midget like this?]

[carries_war]

Why would I joke? I'm a URTV, a genetically engineered human weapon.

[Said like this is the most simple and ordinary thing in the universe.]

[poorlovefool]

I don't know. Shouldn't a human weapon be, you know... taller?

[He definitely just thinks this is a really creative or possibly crazy kid.]

[carries_war]

[Ha ha, like he's never heard that one before.]

I'm only twelve, and we're not born fully grown like Realians. I'll be a lot taller when I'm done growing.