Think for a moment. What's the last thing you remember, exactly? Were you with your loved ones? Were you fighting for your life? Whatever the case may be, the story ends like this: you died. Regardless of how important circumstances were, you have been eliminated from your own world. That's all there is.
Perhaps it will surprise you to wake up surrounded by the sky in every direction. What's above is reflected below in the shallow water that ripples beneath you without getting you wet. Strangely, what lies beneath this water is a mystery to you, and it feels more like walking on a glass surface, completely solid and clear underfoot.
Despite the fact you've perished, nothing hurts. Any injuries you arrived with have been neatly bandaged, and anything life-threatening has been mended enough that it no longer is. The warm sunshine probably feels good on your skin right now, doesn't it? The temperature is perfect, and you feel oddly comfortable considering the circumstances.
You aren't the only one rousing, however. Strangers around you also blink into consciousness, glowing halos flickering to life and floating over their heads. It might be hard to see the shape of your own halo looking up, but your reflection on the ground should help with that. Reaching up to touch it will prove futile. It's intangible, though your hand feels a little warm passing through it.
Your first instinct might be to leave. Can't blame you. You're in a strange place surrounded by strange people and no sense of direction. You might even try to use one of your powers from your home world to escape, but try as you might they don't appear to work. Worry not though; it looks like this place has bestowed some gifts upon you. Within your vicinity you have have one item from home. You have a gift box with your name on it. And, of course, you have the brand new sexy angel costume that you're already wearing! 😇
So what are you waiting for? Up and at 'em! The island has plenty of space to explore, though as you approach the edge it fades slowly into a thick fog. Pressing onward into the fog will disorient you and soon you'll find yourself completely turned around right back where you started. Probably best to stick to this area.
But hey, there's plenty to look at still! Instead of empty space, scattered around the island you'll see glassy, transparent protrusions from the ground. Most of them... well, you can't quite make out the shape. Could be buildings. Could be trees. Could be objects on the ground. Flowers, maybe? Their form doesn't seem to want to settle, and the light catching on their edges isn't really as illuminating as you'd like.
There is one exception to this. One shape seems to be more stable than the rest, less transparent and instead just... hazy. It's like you're looking at it through glasses with the wrong prescription. Even though it's blurry, you can tell that it's a cafe, and its door is wide open. Thoughtful, right? Whoever or whatever brought you here, at least they don't want you to starve!
Though no one is manning the counter, you can order your desired meal off of the slightly-clearer touch screen menu that offers up any kind of fast food you could want. There are also two restrooms in the back, with the keys hanging up on the wall beside them. That aside, there doesn't appear to be anything else open and you're left to your own devices.
We understand this is a lot to process, so take your time adjusting. And remember: everything is fine.
As mentioned, each of you wake up with your item from home and a gift box with your name on it. There's a printed note attached to the fancy ribbon tying it off. It reads: Enjoy a welcome gift from us! For any questions, please refer to the informational pamphlet inside. ... but naturally, no such pamphlet seems to exist.
Each box contains the following:
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turboheaven2024-08-11 08:53 pm
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[ since they both got fogfucked.... but frankly she's more worried about him than herself ]
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[ You really shouldn't be. ]
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Oh! Marcoh, meet Razzle.
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What is it?
[ To be clear he doesn't look put out by this creature in the slightest but he does look bewildered. ]
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[ easiest explanation. razzle looks at marcoh.... and then goes and snatches up one of the burgers from burger mountain to eat ]
Don't make yourself sick, Razzle....
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[ razzle finishes the burg he was snarfing down and flies over to marcoh, looking at him with his reptilian eyes. hewwo ]
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[ Guessing and he doesn't know I'm cheating because I can read metatext. Offers fry. ]
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He sure is! And he loves junk food. Donuts are his favorite, but I figured I could get him to clean up some of the mess.
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I think that might be a good idea. I don't want us to blow through all this in case there's a limit but this is a lot.
[ Everyone went fucking insane with the machine help. ]
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IIiii think it would be better to try to clean it up. I mean, it's bound to go bad sooner or later....
[ it is fast food after all ]
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[ Cannot be stopped, comes from a canon where mouldy bread is a regular starting material. ]
I think we'll be okay but it's really messy right now.
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[ no more mouldy bread for him!!! ]
Yes, very messy... I did try to clean it up, but there was just too much.
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Can I pet Razzle?
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[ blind optimism ]
Oh, of course! He likes to be scratched around his horns.
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[ That's where it's at. Anyway thank you he gives Razzle some tentative gentle scritches around the horns... ]
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I think you hit the right spot, Marcoh.
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Oh, he likes you.
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I usually do okay with animals.
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[ razzle also looks pleased, stretching out for easy access to the tum ]
Hee hee. What's your favorite animal, Mrcoh?
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Even the ones most people don't like that much.
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[ .... ]
Not many humans would take to Razzle like you do. Or.... me, really.
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