Author Topic: Vice  (Read 2806 times)

Get up and say your name. Maybe people know who you are. If you aren't apprehended by guards right off the bat.
"T-t– Tom-my Vverceti."

They seem confused by the foreign name.
"Oh look, it talks, too!"
"Someone get the guards and notify the sages!"
"Should we let Lord Shambal know?!"
"No, we don't want them to make this a bigger issue than it actually is—"

You black out, and wake up in a dungeon, chained to a wall by your hands.  There also seems to be a heavy iron band covering your forehead and your eyes, allowing you to only see down at your feet, and iron gauntlets over your hands.  Great.

You look at your feet and see a tray of food.  You are starving and feel really weak, but you manage to use your feet to drag the tray closer and to put a roll of bread in your mouth.  The sensation is good!  You feel like you haven't eaten in forever!
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try to speak to see if anyone else is around

try to speak to see if anyone else is around
You finish your roll of bread and look around and see bars, and stone walls all around you.  OH NOT AGAIN!!!  You sink into another flashback again.  All you can see is darkness and hear a gravelly voice speak as if in an open chamber.  "You will go through The Gate.  Time for us is short, but maybe you can redeem us.  Go and fulfill our purpose, and you shall have rest."  You feel this man's cold hands rest on your forehead and you feel a shudder and are brought out of the memory.  In fear of what just happened, you cry out "Hello!  Is anyone there?!  Anyone?!"

Across the way, you see another prisoner wearing gray-brown sackcloth sitting at the back end of a cell.  He speaks "Oooo, shouldn't've done that."  "You're in for it now."
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Realize your power. Realize that you're different.

Ponder why starting an adventure somehow always begins with amnesia.



couldnt help but think of this.

couldnt help but think of this.
I was thinking Miami Vice



couldnt help but think of this.

im just imagining a vice documentary on "untouchables" now

Realize your power. Realize that you're different.
You seem to know that you're different, somehow, judging by the way that the people treated you, but you don't know why.

You hear footsteps across from you coming from down the hallway.  The footsteps stop in front of your cell.

You call out again, "Hello?"

Guard:  "Oh gods, he is awake.  Notify the captain and the sages that Tomi is awake!"
Prisoner:  "Oi, what'd he do to get in here?"
Guard:  "None of your business, Number 34."
Number 34:  "What are those tats on his forehead?  Never seen anything like those before."
Guard:  "None of your business.  Now stop talking or I'll make sure you get no meals for the next two days!"
Number 34:  "Hmph."
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kick
You kick your tray food over, knocking a bowl of watery soup over.  It's now on your legs.  Good going.

Multiple footsteps can be heard coming from down the hall.


stay quiet

Captain ???:  "Well, looks like someone made a mess.  Dakhma, Adbullah, wipe him off and take him to Chamber No. 4 immediately."
Guard 1:  "I don't want to get anywhere near him, boss."
Guard 2:  "Yeah, what if he starts acting up?"
Captain ???:  "Both of you just shut up and do it and I'll pay you double today."

At the bottom of the visor on your face, you can see them using wet rags to wipe your legs off.  Your legs are so skinny.  You can't remember the last time you had a square meal.

After they finish wiping you off, the guards unshackle you from the wall, although you still keep the helmet and gauntlets on.  They stand you up and lead you by the arms to Chamber No. 4 and set you down in a seat.  As you sit down, you smell food and reach your hand forward and find a plate of rice in front of you, and begin eating it ravenously.