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Hey guys. I kinda figure this would probably fit in better on the Holodeck of Galactic Databank board, but this one almost certainly gets more traffic. Here's the basic premise of what I've got going here. Each post I make is told from the point of view of my main character. After each post, you guys come in, and make suggestions on what you think the character should do next, etc. You are ABSOLUTELY NOT to suggest that OTHER characters do something, or that I have the plot move in a certain direction. The only thing you guys will have any influence over is the Main character's actions. You guys make your suggestions, if there's a general consensus on something, I'll go with that, but otherwise I will pick the suggestion that best suits the character (or the one that I feel will help the story progress most). You can recommend that I do pretty much anything, but try not to be too stupid about it.

Feel free at any time to just jump in with a suggestion for the character. You don't need to "sign up" or anything like that.

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List of Characters So Far Will Go Here:
Theresa (Reesa): Main character, female, 16. Hears voices. (Namely, yours)
Hale: Theresa's brother, 19.
Corvin: Old dude.
Lorelai: Creates artificial limbs. Mid-twenties to mid-thirties.
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First Story Post!

What can I tell you about myself? Well. let's see. My name is Theresa Annete Prisgale, but pretty much everyone who I consider a friend just calls me Reesa, largely because I hate my name. It sounds so pompous and prissy, y'know? I don't like that. Maybe one day I'll change my name officially, but for now, everyone calls me Reesa. Except my older brother, he calls me "Reesie", probably because he knows how much a loathe that childish name.

I'm sixteen years old, the adopted child of Paul and Heather Prisgale --- a rather well-to-do family -- and I love them and all, but I have to admit, I don't usually like them very much. I also have an older brother named Hale, who I'm really close too. Everyone I know, even my close friends and family, think I'm kinda weird, but they don't know the half of it. All my life, I've heard voices. Well, for as long as I can remember anyway. And I'm fairly sure these weren't crazy-people voices. They knew things. Things I couldn't possibly know. With the help of the voices (and trust me, there are a lot of them), I've always been a top-class student, but in spite of them --- or perhaps because of them --- I've never been particularly good at socialising with other people. The voices in my head are so much easier to deal with, y'know?

But one morning, exactly two weeks after my sixteenth birthday, my life suddenly got a whole lot weirder.

It started off fairly normal, of course. Wake up, get out of bed, start stumble half-naked down the hall towards the bathroom before one of the voices reminds me I shouldn't go wandering around the house in just my underwear, go back to my room, put on some clothes, go have shower. Y'know. The usual.

After showering, drying and getting dressed, I paused in front of the mirror, taking in my own reflection. My skin was fairly pale and faint freckles dotted over the bridge of my nose, my long, wavy auburn hair hung down a few inches past my shoulders, and was presently clinging damply to my face. A pair of dull blue eyes stared back at me, eyelids rimmed with dark circles. All in all, I looked like crap, and a kinda felt like it too. Maybe I could get out of school today? I was rather looking forward to relaxing and settling down to reading one of the books I had gotten for my birthday. I do so love reading.

But knowing my parents, I thought bitterly, they'll probably send me off to school even though I feel horrible. They were strict like that, and always assumed that any time I claimed sickness that I was trying to get out of school. Not that I entirely blame them, I mean... I did kinda fake illness for most of the seventh grade. But that's another story, and far less interesting that the one I'm telling now. So, I went back to my room, pulled on some clothing that was atleast suitably presentable for school, tied back my hair, put on my wireframe glasses, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Hale was sitting at the dining table with the newspaper and an untouched bowl of cereal in front of him, reading over the articles with an expression of general disinterest on his face. As I approached, he glanced up at me with his dark blue eyes, flashing a toothy smile and setting the paper aside, reaching up to rub at the thick stubble on his face.

"Good morning, Ressie. Sleep well?" He asked casually.

"Mrrg." Was my oh-so-articulate response, as I strode into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal, before returning to the table and flopping into a chair lazily, unwittingly sloshing around the contents of the bowl and splashing my sleeveless top with milk and Cheerios in the process, which illicited another frustrated groan from me.

"You look like shit" Hale observed conversationally, quickly shutting his mouth as I shot a glare at him.

I didn't blame him though. I probably did look like shit. I certainly felt like it, and I couldn't explain why. It wasn't like any sort of illness I had experienced before. No headache, no nausea, no real pain, just a general feeling of... well... bad-ness.

With a grunt, I mumbled, "I'll be fine," setting down my bowl and leaving it untouched on the table.

I went to pack my bag, slung it over my shoulder, making my way quickly towards the door and brushing past Hale with a muttered goodbye as he stepped into my path, with a concerned expression on his face. Shoving open the front door, I stepped out. And then I fell.

Shit.

I don't mean, "I fell as I stepped out the door, and landed on the ground", I mean freefall. One moment I was stepping out the front door of my family home, the next minute I was falling rapidly through a green sky. Holy shit, the sky is green! I rolled about in the air, the wind rushing past me causing my hair to whip about around my face wildly, and tried to see what was below me. For a moment I couldn't see anything, and then suddenly it came into view, and I swore.

It was a vast blue-green ocean, and I was plunging towards it at terminal velocity, through the friggin' green sky! This was insane! Well, what could be done? I closed my eyes and awaited for the eventual impact and the no doubt sudden and hopefully painless death that would shortly follow. It took less than two seconds for me to hit the water, and I hit it hard, the water splashing all around me as I sunk like a stone. That was the last thing my senses registered before everything went black.

When I woke up, here I was, lying on this beach in the middle of nowhere, with my backpack, my glasses, and my surprisingly clean and damp clothing. And the sky is green. And the trees are all different shades of red. Rising to my feet, I reach up, surprised to find my glasses still in place. I can make out several trails leading off into the forest, and smoke coming from the distance. Squinting, I can even make out a large white-stone spire on the horizon.

Shit. What do I do now, voices? How did I get caught up in whatever this is? Where the hell am I? And what is that unusually large crab doing, scuttling towards me?
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Problem Sleuth, the hard-boiled detective alter-ego thinks for a minute, and calmly adjusts his hat, then states, "Fondly regard crustacean."
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First storypost up!
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I second, fondly regarding the incoming crab/crustacean!
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Hit the crab? :? No, maybe something else.
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Thirded, regard the oversized waterborne creature shuffling towards you with fondness.
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Post by Grath »

Light the crab on fire with your laser eyes.
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What do you mean, you don't have laser eyes? Fine. Go ahead and fondly regard it or whatever. See if I care.
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Well... I'm not exactly sure what that's about. Maybe the fall gave the voices in my head a bit of a rattling, but most of them seemed intent on me "fondly regarding" the large crab... thing. It shuffled towards me on six equally large legs, the huge crustacean easily measuring five feet across. Its large black eyes regarded me curiously for a moment, its mandibles twitching. Deciding that I might aswell follow the voice's advice, I offer it a fond look, and reach out to stroke a hand over its thick exoskeleton.

"Oh I do say! What is it you think you're doing?"

I practically jumped out of my skin, yanking my hand away and falling back onto my butt in the sand, shuffling backwards quickly, while the largely crab clacked its mandibles, staring at me intently with pitch black eyes.

"D-did... did you just... t-talk?" I stammered.

It tilted slightly to one side, clacking its mandibles again, and then I heard a laugh. I turned in the direction it came from and saw Hale with a huge grin, dressed only in a pair of jeans as he squeezed the water out of his soaking T-shirt. I knew immediately that he had been the one to speak, not the stupid crab, and now he was laughing his ass off. Scowling, I walked up to him, punching rather ineffectively at his well toned chest.

"That was mean, you asshole."

His response was to laugh even harder, before reaching out to pat me on the shoulder, "Relax sis, it's just... wait, how did we get here and why is the sky green?"

"... You just noticed that?" I asked in complete deadpan.

He offered a sheepish look and pulled his still-damp t-shirt back on, raising a hand to run his fingers through his short brown hair, "Okay, this is pretty weird. I remember reaching out to try and catch you as you tripped out the front door, and then I was--"

"--Falling. I know." I ended the sentence for him, sitting down on the sand.

The large crustacean creeped closer, then suddenly grabbed one of my arms in its large pincers and started dragging me along the beach. Yelling out in surprise, I struggled against the thing's powerful grip, while it chittered away excitedly and Hale just stood there, slack-jawed and in shock.

"HALE. HELP. HIT THE WEAKPOINT FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE. DO SOMETHING." I yelled out.

But it was useless. I think Hale was even more shocked by this than I was, probably once he realised that no, this wasn't some kind of freaky dream. The huge crab's pincers were biting painfully into my arm as it dragged me across the sand, and I fumbled around for my backpack, pulling it open. There were three objects inside. Only three. None of which I remembered putting in there. One looked sort of like a wand, the second was a jewel dagger, and the third was some sort of gun as near as I could tell, although it looked very archaic.

I get this strange feeling I can only pick one of these items though. Shit. Indecision. Help, voices in my head, save me from my own lack of decision making capabilities!
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Grab the knife and kill the crab. After you finish killing it, kill Hule for being useless and take anything he has on him.
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Second regarding the dagger option.

Take the dagger, and stab the crustacean in the arm, thus making it release you. When you hit the ground proceed to do a barrel roll and stab it in its weak point.
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Yep. Grab the dagger, try and cut its arm off or something. Then run for now. Probably not a good idea to fight it yet.
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Crabs have hard exo skeletons, don't take the dagger nor the gun, you probably lack the strength and skill to use them well enough to hurt it. Take the wand, it might do something intresting.
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Post by Himura.Kenshin »

Grab the stick, of course!

Oh wait, it isn't a stick? What is it... a- a wand?! Eww, much less interesting. Take the gun and use it as a club, repeatedly banging it against the crab shouting "Die, die, die!" until it realeases you.
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Ed: shoot it
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