Donatello "the air bud of war crimes" Hamato (
othellovonryan) wrote2023-02-11 05:10 pm
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Noise
It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-
It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.
For a moment, there is quiet.
You breathe.
And fall through water.
It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-
Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit
It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.
Anatawa hitorijanai
For a moment, there is quiet.
You breathe.
And fall through water.

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[The whole of the surroundings are dark, the base color black, but the environment is filled with objects outlined in purple light. Though at times, the purple has shifted away from purple and into a pink color. The shapes of everything are also all very...]
[Square]
[Its minecraft. You're in a neon minecraft.]
[Beyond the strangeness of the setting, you can see an assortment of terrain around you. You currently find yourself on a river bank and immediately ahead of you is trees and various other flora. Some seem to belong in a park. Other seems to belong in a jungle. There are also some absolutely massive pumpkins. Beyond that, you can see tall buildings, like urban apartment buildings, though overgrown with what appears to be plants.]
[Across the river, you can see what looks like an old train station, less overgrown, with a train half off the tracks, and not far, what appears to a fenced off power station.]
[To the left, you can see what looks like a craggy quarry, that has what looks like a junkyard scattered about, with junked machines amongst the rocks.]
[To the right is lights, more neon lights, and you can hear music and is that a skate park?]
[There is a singular chest near you.]
[There is a word carved on it: Halfway]
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It only takes him a moment before he approaches the chest. The first thing he's going to do is test to see if he can open it without any tools. ]
I'm all about gettin' my hands on a fine chest.
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[It opens with ease!]
[And inside, you see a crafting table???]
[Its about the size of a milk crate and its full of tools and a blank book that says 'Recipes' on the cover.]
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[ This looks like something he's going to have to come back to later. He's pretty sure he doesn't have anything to build recipes with right now. ]
I'll keep this in mind.
[ For now, he's looking over towards the apartment buildings. ]
Well, it's as good a place as any to start.
[ And off he goes in that direction! ]
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[Pop, crafting table is in]
[What is basically a menu he can select. Its not a true inventory. But now its with him.]
[Crow can proceed through the trees, no problem. He may even spot the occasional animal. Mostly squirrels and beavers, who are also square, but also Chilling.]
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Those animals are really weird. What's even weirder is having to concentrate a lot more on sounds. He didn't notice at first, but his hearing.... it's gone off, hasn't it? At least on one side. What's up with that?
That might cause problems later. For now, though, he's gonna continue to walk towards the apartments, only stopping for a moment to stare at the weirdly square animals. ]
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[Chitter chitter]
[Scamper off after a few moments.]
[Soon enough, Crow will find himself at the apartment buildings. They're all a little rundown. Not condemned, but certainly on the lower societal ladder. Once he's clear of the trees, he can also see there is a school not too far away.]
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We are detouring to the school! ]
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[It appears to be a modern American high school! Currently devoid of any students.]
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She'll beeline for that, and just. Carving, what carving. Try to open that thing.]
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[And inside, you see a crafting table???]
[Its about the size of a milk crate and its full of tools and a blank book that says 'Recipes' on the cover.]
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[Give her a moment, bringing it closer and then further from her left side, see if that helps bring it into focus. Oh. Recipes.
...But it's blank?]
Well, I know how to make a few things. The tools will still be useful. Be nice to get some gear, just in case. But I'll need salvage...
[Can she make out the shapes of junked machines? Because oh boy, that's her next destination if she can. Her comfort zone.]
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[As soon as she steps away from the chest]
[Pop, crafting table is in]
[What is basically a menu she can select. Its not a true inventory. But now its with her.]
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Handy.
[Cars. Cars are known lootables. This little gremlin's taking that crafting menu and heading on down to the junkyard.]
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[In fact, they are stupidly easy to loot, a tool barely has to touch something before its detaching from the car.]
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And for shock - these had power sources, didn't they?
[The battery.]
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[As she decides these are materials, they all disappear into the crafting box as materials for use.]
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Hunter sits up slowly, rubbin at his head. ]
Mindscapes really don't look like what they're supposed to here ...
[ he moves to open the chest? ]
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[And inside, you see a crafting table???]
[Its about the size of a milk crate and its full of tools and a blank book that says 'Recipes' on the cover.]
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This looks like one of the games that Luz played in the Human Realm.
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[What is basically a menu he can select. Its not a true inventory. But now its with him.]
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this hurts his brain?? ]
This really hurts my brain!
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[BTW, that second 'a' on the carving is totally Hunter's soul color, I just feel he should know that.]
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He reaches out to touch the A gently. ]
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