Take the shovel and look for more
You figure that the shovel will work for self-defense until you find a more weapon-y weapon.
Further inspection of the small, country house's perimeter yields no results, however.
wonder why we're suddenly in digital designer
Wonder to yourself about the noticeable absence of shadows, but presence of ambient occlusion.
You stop for a moment and notice that there are near unintelligible voices speaking in your head. Despite not having the brainpower to understand them, you feel compelled to pay more attention to your surroundings, noticing that things don't look as they should. This bothers you to a degree.
You brush it off as a side-effect of whatever caused your memory loss.
Dig a hole in time and space... With the shovel
With
determination, you furiously swipe at the air with the shovel in an attempt to tear a rift in time and space and let the universe have its way with your destination.
Your notes echoed far... but nothing happened.
Maybe there's more to that house... Or maybe there's more to that road...
Environment:
Time = ?:??AM (Some time in the morning, unknown day)
Temperature = Moderately hot.
Weather = Clear skies.
Inventory:
-Shovel
-Clothes
Information:
Name = Clutch Powers
Armor = 4
Skill = 1d6
Movement = 5" per action turn
Bonuses and Perks: Can survive on the nutrients in hair alone.
Status:
Hunger = Satisfied
Energy = Awake
Karma = -1
Notoriety = None