(This is my 'if I have free time' project, so sorry about the delay. I'm eventually planning to shift it to an every-weekend thing.)
Votes tabulated. Path chosen.
You are. You know that. You remember every event that has happened in your brief existence, from the moment when you came into being, to this very moment. But what are you?
Feeling your new self out, you quickly answer a number of your questions. You are a sphere, approximately ten inches in diameter. The very center of your being contains two things- a single thought, and the pool of silver light. You touch the thought at your center-
-and feel yourself overcome by a sudden belief in your own existence.
Around the pool of light at your core is a ramshackle, disorganized collection of indefinables. One moment, they remind you of driftwood on a beach. The next, you're struck with their resemblance to the sort of dams that animals build across rivers- large objects spanning an area, the spaces between them filled by smaller objects. The next, you see them as the framework built across an endless chasm, a foundation for something greater.
Then you touch one- a more recent addition to the pile-
[i]-two objects at my core. I know about the light, but what happens when I touch-
-and pull your mind's grasp back in shock. Memories! These are my memories!
Why are there so many of them, though?Reaching out, you begin to touch as many of your memories as you can... only to find that the vast majority of them don't fit your current situation at all. Instead, it seems more as if you've been given -remembered- somebody else's -your previous- life.
Who are you?Write this one in. The more you give me, the better. Make sure to include a name, a race, some character traits, and a sense of what sort of first life the person had.(The character you choose here will determine the units and abilities you gain access to, so choose wisely.)[/i]
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Votes tabulated. Path chosen.
You are. You know that. You remember every event that has happened in your brief existence, from the moment when you came into being, to this very moment. But what are you?
Feeling your new self out, you quickly answer a number of your questions. You are a sphere, approximately ten inches in diameter. The very center of your being contains two things- a single thought, and the pool of silver light. You touch the thought at your center-
-and feel yourself overcome by a sudden belief in your own existence.
Around the pool of light at your core is a ramshackle, disorganized collection of indefinables. One moment, they remind you of driftwood on a beach. The next, you're struck with their resemblance to the sort of dams that animals build across rivers- large objects spanning an area, the spaces between them filled by smaller objects. The next, you see them as the framework built across an endless chasm, a foundation for something greater.
Then you touch one- a more recent addition to the pile-
[i]-two objects at my core. I know about the light, but what happens when I touch-
-and pull your mind's grasp back in shock. Memories! These are my memories!
Why are there so many of them, though?Reaching out, you begin to touch as many of your memories as you can... only to find that the vast majority of them don't fit your current situation at all. Instead, it seems more as if you've been given -remembered- somebody else's -your previous- life.
Who are you?Write this one in. The more you give me, the better. Make sure to include a name, a race, some character traits, and a sense of what sort of first life the person had.(The character you choose here will determine the units and abilities you gain access to, so choose wisely.)[/i]
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.