OOC thread
you wake up and it seems to be a normal day. depending on who you are, you have different things to attend to. perhaps you're a desk jockey, with a pile of paperwork waiting for you at the office. maybe you're a student, dreading yet another day of scool. butcher, baker, candlestick maker. but you're just a normal person. this is a normal world, no magic or other hijinks. rather dull, really
but it's not a normal day. it starts with pressure, as if someone is gently squeezing your brain. there's hints of a voice too, muffled, more a feeling than a sound. you ignore it, but can't help thinking about it. every time you concentrate on hearing the voice, it gets clearer. doesn't make any more sense though. it says stuff like "energy boost!" when you go to get coffee, and "rations depleted!" when your fridge is empty. you wonder if you're going insane
you're not so sure about that, though. or perhaps it's just that everyone's going insane. from that day on, you've noticed more and more people acting oddly. some make odd faces from time to time, reacting to something no one else could hear. others take aspirin and complain about strange headaches. a few days after that day, you see a man running down the street, screaming about voices. no one looks at him as if he's a crazy person. they know they're the same.
the voice - the feeling - is irritating, but persistant. if you think hard enough, you can make the outcome of what is said different. there's little coverage on the phenomena; most likely, no one wants to acknowledge whatever mass insanity had befallen the population. some get better, some get worse
a week has passed. on your way home after a day's work, you notice a beetle, crawling on the ground. the voice appears again, suddenly: "you have engaged a beetle in battle!" how whimsical. you're not normally malicious, but for some reason you feel like complying, and crunch down on the beetle with your foot. it's oddly satisfying, and you feel a slight tingle, as if it was electrocuting you. a moment of guilt - then you walk home at a brisk pace, filled with strange energy
reports on the news of outbursts of violence. the next day, you walk outside, only to see a couple of hooligangs causing a racket. there's blood on their hands. one of them turns, and you can see his eyes are somewhat glassy, as if he's not quite there. "hey man, look at what I can do," he shouts, then laughs, and tosses a stone into the air above him. rather than falling, it hovers, then flies towards you. you almost don't duck in time; the stone travels past, shattering a window. more laughter. you turn and run
Life is a game. How will you play? Tinker and tailor are out of the question; soldier and spy seem more ideal. And remember, even though it's just a game, if you die, you die in real life.
It's as it sounds. Life has become fettered with the trappings that distinguish games. Depending on your experiences and preferences, your personal gameplay mechanics may vary. It seems that you can "level up" by defeating other beings. There's more to the game as well, though its up to you to figure those things out. Do you continue life as normal? Do you explore the new impossibilities created by the "level up" system? Why did this even happen?
This may end up being more D&D-esque than most RPs, with me DM'ing/godmoding to prevent the systematics of some players' games from overriding/overpowering those of others.



















