[ Tim has been here a matter of days and has already suffered his first death. Waking up in the morgue isn't exactly the most pleasant experience he's ever had. It isn't the worst, either, but it's definitely a generous handful of shitsprinkles on the crap sundae that is his life. It really doesn't help that he seems to be deaf now, but hey. He'll deal with that after he's--
Oh.
Oh no.
After frantically patting his pockets, Tim grabs for his tablet and begins typing. He doesn't like asking for help, but this is an emergency. ]
TW: does anybody have a cigarette? will trade food/water/etc thanks
[Action: Masky prompt edition]
[ Masky doesn't know where it is.
It's aware that it isn't where it should be. This place is different - cold, desolate. Even the air feels different; crisper and yet more dead than it's used to. Abandoned houses aren't new, but this particular one is definitely a place it's never been before. Still: it would be quite comfortable here if it hadn't been cut off from everything it knows.
Its only priority now, then, is survival. It knows how to do that by now. Its host will need food, water, shelter. It will have to ensure that it gets all these things, while rigorously defending what it already has.
Simple enough.
It's getting close to night time. Anyone wandering into the wrong building tonight might notice that it's already occupied by a masked figure sitting silently in a darkened corner. Spooky. ]
Tim Wright | Marble Hornets
[ Tim has been here a matter of days and has already suffered his first death. Waking up in the morgue isn't exactly the most pleasant experience he's ever had. It isn't the worst, either, but it's definitely a generous handful of shitsprinkles on the crap sundae that is his life.
It really doesn't help that he seems to be deaf now, but hey. He'll deal with that after he's--
Oh.
Oh no.
After frantically patting his pockets, Tim grabs for his tablet and begins typing. He doesn't like asking for help, but this is an emergency. ]
TW:
does anybody have a cigarette?
will trade food/water/etc
thanks
[Action: Masky prompt edition]
[ Masky doesn't know where it is.
It's aware that it isn't where it should be. This place is different - cold, desolate. Even the air feels different; crisper and yet more dead than it's used to. Abandoned houses aren't new, but this particular one is definitely a place it's never been before. Still: it would be quite comfortable here if it hadn't been cut off from everything it knows.
Its only priority now, then, is survival. It knows how to do that by now. Its host will need food, water, shelter. It will have to ensure that it gets all these things, while rigorously defending what it already has.
Simple enough.
It's getting close to night time. Anyone wandering into the wrong building tonight might notice that it's already occupied by a masked figure sitting silently in a darkened corner. Spooky. ]