(There appears to be a disturbance…)
(This could be fun!)
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@narrationssupplied
(There appears to be a disturbance…)
(This could be fun!)
i offer thee!! a stanley figurine! figly? figlereanlurine? stanley-fig? figanley? stiggley wiggley?
i think ill go with stanlerine, but call it whatever you want! :3
(The figurine sits on a log in the forest.)
…
What am I supposed to do with it…?
do you know. the stanley parable
…
I’m familiar. Are you making a comparison? Or are you just wasting my time?
…
Actually, no, I am aware you’re wasting my time.
hey guess what
hey narry. hey narry. hey narry. narry. hey narry. narry guess what. guess what narry
…
That… isn’t my name.
What?
(*long, drawn out, over dramatic sigh*)
There’s fur everywhere…
He can’t clean up after himself all of a sudden?
…
(Its so dark…)
dog
I prefer cats.
(It’s just void. So very empty…)
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(This voice? Was it one of the others trying to interact? No, no it couldn't be, it didn't sound like any of them at all.)
Who's the one speaking for my actions? (ISB thought, looking around at the forest that surrounded them like the Dark Room once did for many years)
… confused.. like all…
(A sound like a pen scribbling on paper..)
They looked rather ridiculous as they looked around the empty area.. Slow and not the sharpest, more than likely..
… the one speaking for your actions would be The Narrator, wouldn’t it?
The Narrator, you claim to be? Just like the first for me and my group did, expect me to believe it or not, I will eventually get my way out of here.
(Yet, even as they thought, they didn't fully believe theirselves on their statement of eventually getting out.)
…. What else would the disembodied voice narrating your actions be?
.. where was I..
It seemed that it was true that they weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed unfortunately.. unfortunately for them anyways, I for one love being right..
But really, do you see an exit? Be my guest, look around..
(Morphine was silent for a moment, looking down at the golden chains that adorned their draconic-serpentine body, it was always a pain for these chains to restrict movement, even if the only movement they had was the use of their long arms)
Mimicry hatte recht, ich war der Letzte aus der Gruppe, der aus unserem ursprünglichen Universum geworfen wurde, nur um dann in eines getrennt von allen anderen untergebracht zu werden. WARUM WAR ICH DER LETZTE, WARUM WAR ICH, DERJENIGE, DER IN EINEM VON DUNKELHEIT UMHÜLLTEN RAUM ANGEKETTET WAR, DER LETZTE?!
(Yet no matter how much they lashed out in anger, it only amplified it ten fold.)
…. Christ.. I suppose they’ll have a mental breakdown next…
….. there’s a meadow a few trees to your left if you don’t want to be lost in the forest.. at least you’ll be lost out in the open instead.
(Morphine looked over to where the meadow was, ever so slightly cracking the chain keeping their mouth mostly shut as they tried to compose their temper, a new place, seeming completely monochrome in their eyes, hopefully they can find or set up a place for them to stay without being completely murdered by whatever animals lurked in the natures of an unknown universe.)
What do you expect to be there?….
The only animals there regularly are too shy to ever approach a stranger, they’re not stupid. Unlike some people..
(looking at the meadow, all there really was, was an open field, no shit Morphine! but something, rather someone, other than this cursed Narrator, had caused a headache to begin forming, adding to their already boiled over irritation of their current situation.)
Knowing this headache... Abysmalcore, Mimicry, you appeared to have joined me in this second form of purgatory, haven't you my dear friend?
…. Glad you find me annoying, there’s a river over yonder if you want to go waterboard yourself-
…
Who?
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(This voice? Was it one of the others trying to interact? No, no it couldn't be, it didn't sound like any of them at all.)
Who's the one speaking for my actions? (ISB thought, looking around at the forest that surrounded them like the Dark Room once did for many years)
… confused.. like all…
(A sound like a pen scribbling on paper..)
They looked rather ridiculous as they looked around the empty area.. Slow and not the sharpest, more than likely..
… the one speaking for your actions would be The Narrator, wouldn’t it?
The Narrator, you claim to be? Just like the first for me and my group did, expect me to believe it or not, I will eventually get my way out of here.
(Yet, even as they thought, they didn't fully believe theirselves on their statement of eventually getting out.)
…. What else would the disembodied voice narrating your actions be?
.. where was I..
It seemed that it was true that they weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed unfortunately.. unfortunately for them anyways, I for one love being right..
But really, do you see an exit? Be my guest, look around..
(Morphine was silent for a moment, looking down at the golden chains that adorned their draconic-serpentine body, it was always a pain for these chains to restrict movement, even if the only movement they had was the use of their long arms)
Mimicry hatte recht, ich war der Letzte aus der Gruppe, der aus unserem ursprünglichen Universum geworfen wurde, nur um dann in eines getrennt von allen anderen untergebracht zu werden. WARUM WAR ICH DER LETZTE, WARUM WAR ICH, DERJENIGE, DER IN EINEM VON DUNKELHEIT UMHÜLLTEN RAUM ANGEKETTET WAR, DER LETZTE?!
(Yet no matter how much they lashed out in anger, it only amplified it ten fold.)
…. Christ.. I suppose they’ll have a mental breakdown next…
….. there’s a meadow a few trees to your left if you don’t want to be lost in the forest.. at least you’ll be lost out in the open instead.
(Morphine looked over to where the meadow was, ever so slightly cracking the chain keeping their mouth mostly shut as they tried to compose their temper, a new place, seeming completely monochrome in their eyes, hopefully they can find or set up a place for them to stay without being completely murdered by whatever animals lurked in the natures of an unknown universe.)
What do you expect to be there?….
The only animals there regularly are too shy to ever approach a stranger, they’re not stupid. Unlike some people..
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(This voice? Was it one of the others trying to interact? No, no it couldn't be, it didn't sound like any of them at all.)
Who's the one speaking for my actions? (ISB thought, looking around at the forest that surrounded them like the Dark Room once did for many years)
… confused.. like all…
(A sound like a pen scribbling on paper..)
They looked rather ridiculous as they looked around the empty area.. Slow and not the sharpest, more than likely..
… the one speaking for your actions would be The Narrator, wouldn’t it?
The Narrator, you claim to be? Just like the first for me and my group did, expect me to believe it or not, I will eventually get my way out of here.
(Yet, even as they thought, they didn't fully believe theirselves on their statement of eventually getting out.)
…. What else would the disembodied voice narrating your actions be?
.. where was I..
It seemed that it was true that they weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed unfortunately.. unfortunately for them anyways, I for one love being right..
But really, do you see an exit? Be my guest, look around..
(Morphine was silent for a moment, looking down at the golden chains that adorned their draconic-serpentine body, it was always a pain for these chains to restrict movement, even if the only movement they had was the use of their long arms)
Mimicry hatte recht, ich war der Letzte aus der Gruppe, der aus unserem ursprünglichen Universum geworfen wurde, nur um dann in eines getrennt von allen anderen untergebracht zu werden. WARUM WAR ICH DER LETZTE, WARUM WAR ICH, DERJENIGE, DER IN EINEM VON DUNKELHEIT UMHÜLLTEN RAUM ANGEKETTET WAR, DER LETZTE?!
(Yet no matter how much they lashed out in anger, it only amplified it ten fold.)
…. Christ.. I suppose they’ll have a mental breakdown next…
….. there’s a meadow a few trees to your left if you don’t want to be lost in the forest.. at least you’ll be lost out in the open instead.
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(This voice? Was it one of the others trying to interact? No, no it couldn't be, it didn't sound like any of them at all.)
Who's the one speaking for my actions? (ISB thought, looking around at the forest that surrounded them like the Dark Room once did for many years)
… confused.. like all…
(A sound like a pen scribbling on paper..)
They looked rather ridiculous as they looked around the empty area.. Slow and not the sharpest, more than likely..
… the one speaking for your actions would be The Narrator, wouldn’t it?
The Narrator, you claim to be? Just like the first for me and my group did, expect me to believe it or not, I will eventually get my way out of here.
(Yet, even as they thought, they didn't fully believe theirselves on their statement of eventually getting out.)
…. What else would the disembodied voice narrating your actions be?
.. where was I..
It seemed that it was true that they weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed unfortunately.. unfortunately for them anyways, I for one love being right..
But really, do you see an exit? Be my guest, look around..
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(This voice? Was it one of the others trying to interact? No, no it couldn't be, it didn't sound like any of them at all.)
Who's the one speaking for my actions? (ISB thought, looking around at the forest that surrounded them like the Dark Room once did for many years)
… confused.. like all…
(A sound like a pen scribbling on paper..)
They looked rather ridiculous as they looked around the empty area.. Slow and not the sharpest, more than likely..
… the one speaking for your actions would be The Narrator, wouldn’t it?
(A disturbance? What could this mean?)
(Morphine, better known as It Stares Back, ISB for short, appeared to have come into this place without knowing how or why.. This should be fun, right?)
(A sound like a voice clearing comes from the emptiness..)
A lone being shows up in the middle of nowhere… an empty forest.. cold and dark as void.. only thin beams of moonlight reach the bottom…
What could bring someone to a place like this..? Curiosity? Business? Stupidity? I’d assume stupidity.
(It’s calm, isn’t it..?)
(How wonderful..)
(…. The air is still… until it crackles with change.. an abstraction of the universe……….)
(My, my… this could be interesting..)