INTRODUCTION

[petoskeymods]

INTRODUCTION

A sound wakes you up, muffled yet somehow near - the sound of a trumpet being played, from somewhere outside the building you're in. There's no fog, no headache as you greet a new day - only the confusion of being in an unfamiliar cabin, lying on top of an unfamiliar bunk bed in somewhere that is certainly not where you last closed your eyes. You're also pretty sure you weren't wearing this outfit before you somehow arrived here - so that's an uncomfortable thought. Yet, the cabin you're in is comfortable, but looking in the steamer trunks near the bunks will only result in finding normal toiletry items and sets of underwear and more of the same strange uniform. Your personal items have been stripped away - well, in the cases they're not absolutely essential for you to live.

Stepping outside, you find yourself in a very forested (and ungodly humid) area, outlooking a wide lake - there's cabins and other buildings next to yours, but the main thing that'll most likely attract attention are the three adults standing out in front of the largest building, bearing the name 'LODGE' on it in large letters. A woman, an older man, and a man in full priest garb, tooting away on a trumpet - your wakeup call, apparently. Just in front of them is a picnic table littered with markers and 'MY NAME IS' nametags.

Maybe you should go and demand some answers? Or will you just decide to explore...and try to find a way out of this weird camp?

Comments

In the cabin

[yunolikebugs]

[What is this place. Who are these people. Why this person talking about junkyards?]

Uh... This place no look like junkyard at all.

[Uh... He was thinking of a literal junkyard. That this place is not.]

Gonta not sure what going on.

[velocirainbow]

It really don't. Dere ain't no rain or none of my comrades... it's so bright and... colorful.

[ He sighs. ]

I dunno what's goin' on either. So dat at least makes two of us.

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta glances out the window for a minute.]

You not know where your friends are too?

[He can return the sentiment. Really, they were RIGHT THERE a few seconds ago.]

[velocirainbow]

Friends? ... Yeah. Dat's a good word for 'em. My comrades... dey're not here. Dere's a few of 'em. Five total. We're all dat's left.

[ ... Those words make his heart ache, but he tries not to think too hard about it. ]

You missin' your comrades too? Maybe we got taken hostage by some enemy Tribe. But dat don't make no sense. We wiped 'em all out...

[yunolikebugs]

Huh...

[He does know the feeling of losing friends one by one... It's not a good feeling.]

There no tribe that Gonta knows of... But Gonta misses his classmates already.

[velocirainbow]

I miss me comrades too, bro. Maybe we can get outta dis bright, weird place an' find 'em. I can take a look for some exits later. Right now we should probably see who's keepin' us. I ain't very smart, but even I know bein' taken hostage by de enemy means you gotta be careful.

[ He puts a fist up. ]

Dat just means we gotta team up to take 'em out! We're in dis together, right?

[yunolikebugs]

Oh, that okay. Gonta not that smart either.

[Long story.]

Gonta not sure we should fight... What if captors stronger than us?

[He's thinking of the scary exisals now. Not something he can fight.]

[velocirainbow]

Dere ain't anybody dat's gonna be stronger den a member of de Embryon. Ain't no way! ... Though, I ain't de strongest of my Tribe... but I'm still pretty strong!

[ He's... got some confidence. Some. ]

Just gotta figure out deir weak point. Everyone's got one, right? Sometimes dey weak to fire, sometimes dey weak to ice... dat kinda thing.