Basic rules: this is action/reaction. No GMing, just try to keep in line with the person above you. Also, try not to be a douchebag. No double posting, please. New characters can intro themselves however they want, though try to keep it within the style of the original post.
You open your eyes slowly, groaning, as the pain washes over you. Quickly it recedes, leaving you gasping and barely coherent. You don't remember who you are, you have no idea where you are, and you have this feeling of... wrongness. You take a quick look around, mostly at yourself, because you still don't remember anything (hurr, describe yourself).
The room is lit only by a flickering fluorescent bar light on the ceiling. The room is somewhat damp and dank, and appears to be underground. The pipes running along the shadowed ceiling are further evidence of this. The plain concrete walls are chipped and dusty, covered with filth and grit. You're laying on a pile of stacked sacks of rotten mulch, which gives off a horrible odor. Various broken wooden pallets and steel drum barrels litter the room, along with a dilapidated old wooden sawhorse. A fresh, unopened bottle of water rests on the sawhorse, reminding you of how thirsty and dehydrated you are. Attached to the wall, a small box with a flashing red light and what appears to be a lens tracks you with a faint whirring noise.
There are only two visible exits to this room. One hallway leads to a lit steel staircase that heads upwards and the other leads to a shadowy hallway that disappears at a sharp right angle into the gloom. The passages are both cramped, with pipes running along the walls as well as the ceiling. It is utterly silent, except for a deep bass thrumming coming from all around you, which you attribute to a cooling unit considering how cold this place is.
What do you do?
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You open your eyes slowly, groaning, as the pain washes over you. Quickly it recedes, leaving you gasping and barely coherent. You don't remember who you are, you have no idea where you are, and you have this feeling of... wrongness. You take a quick look around, mostly at yourself, because you still don't remember anything (hurr, describe yourself).
The room is lit only by a flickering fluorescent bar light on the ceiling. The room is somewhat damp and dank, and appears to be underground. The pipes running along the shadowed ceiling are further evidence of this. The plain concrete walls are chipped and dusty, covered with filth and grit. You're laying on a pile of stacked sacks of rotten mulch, which gives off a horrible odor. Various broken wooden pallets and steel drum barrels litter the room, along with a dilapidated old wooden sawhorse. A fresh, unopened bottle of water rests on the sawhorse, reminding you of how thirsty and dehydrated you are. Attached to the wall, a small box with a flashing red light and what appears to be a lens tracks you with a faint whirring noise.
There are only two visible exits to this room. One hallway leads to a lit steel staircase that heads upwards and the other leads to a shadowy hallway that disappears at a sharp right angle into the gloom. The passages are both cramped, with pipes running along the walls as well as the ceiling. It is utterly silent, except for a deep bass thrumming coming from all around you, which you attribute to a cooling unit considering how cold this place is.
What do you do?
