Rose ===> Enter
Rose felt hungover, a feeling she had long since stopped indulging with nights of binge drinking and drunken shenanigans, the price of dulled senses and blurred memories had lost its lustrous sheen.
This was no pedestrian hangover, oh no, perish the thought her mind was was a buzz of blurred images that could have been from Lovecraftian lore, normally he would have welcomed such interesting phantasms of the mind, a new buried meaning derived from ones fragile psyche was usually welcomed. That was of course providing one didn’t awake with the feeling of having her skull cracked open and toyed around with.
"The overseer is watching? How positively villainous. The overseer? Seemed like a comedicly over dramatic supervillain from one of john’s ridiculously absurd movies.
Who ever they were. Rose had no choice but to acknowledge that she was no longer any place familiar, cool steady breeze, with the wafting, hanging smell of damp soil filling her nostrils. What even was the deal with all this mud?
No matter, she mused, the small foreign weight on her wrist practically screaming to be noticed “oh lovely… at least my nefarious captor was kind enough to give me a computer” she half expected it to only go to a Rick Astley page on continuous loop, truly diabolical.
She was almost disappointed to find that it seemed to serve as your standard nonchalant computer. Pesterchum and all, the only part to stand out was the waypoint system 9 plus one generously, if dubiously provided drop point.
Logging onto pesterchum she tapped out a message for whomever might be be able to see it “To whom it may concern. Greetings if you are reading this you’ve no doubt found yourself in the hilariously if very real clutches of the cartoonishly named Overseer. Congratulations you’re not alone. If you’re reading this you’ve no doubt also ascertained the waypoint system. If so good for you. If not. Well consider yourself the proud recipient of some woefully needed good news. I shall post what I learn, if I learn anything at all, when I can~ Sincerely tentacleTherapist”
Well with that bit of pointless exposition out of the way at least she was feeling a bit less irrational. Sure the this plane of existence housed mud and damp soggy trees as far as the eye could see in any and all directions; but it wasn’t all bad. No for there was snow. shitty, dirty black brown snow that had melted refrozen and melted again. Formed in the crucible of time from a fluffy and comfortable, albeit chilly. pile of wondrous joy to a craggy and sharp pile of disappointments, still cold mind you. So this world had that going for it. simply wonderous.
As much as she SOOOO wanted to say and wonder at the natural beauty that the benevolent enceinte overseer had so graciously laid before her; she was in need of the basic needs. namely water, and a library…. maybe food but was life even worth living without books? Probably. and so she set off on her adventure to find a substantially less shitty local.
