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You slowly return to consciousness, and feel absolutely nothing. You hear the cool wind blowing, but don't feel it ruffling your clothes, or mussing up your hair. Probably because you're dead. You've been dead for awhile, too. Long enough to rot. Maybe long enough for the rats to have stripped you clean, down to the bone. You slowly look around, with clouded eyes or empty sockets, and take in your surroundings, letting out a moaning noise as you do. You seem to be in a dark alleyway, or a dungeon of some kind. The roof is so far above you that it's out of sight, or maybe it just isn't there. You let out another groan, and raise your hands to inspect them.
>You see white, nicked bones, that wiggle on command.
>You see pallid grey flesh, that seems thicker, more bloated than it had been in life. Your fingers are sluggish to respond.
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>>1065842
Are we a zombie, a revenant, or a lich?
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>>1065842
Walk around for a bit to loosen up. Then take a closer look at your surroundings.
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>1065842
>You see white, nicked bones, that wiggle on command.
Inspect body and surroundings
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>>1065842
Remove gay-ass skinsuit, search for milk for strong healthy bones.
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>>1065842
See if we can still bust a move! We might be dead but I'll be damned if I let disco die with me. It's time to make the world feel the groove!
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>>1066622
Oh heck yah anon
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>>1066111
it's your choice. we'll get into the different subspecies later, right now just pick zombie or skeleton.))
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>>1065842
>You see white, nicked bones, that wiggle on command.
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>>1065842 (OP)
>You see white, nicked bones, that wiggle on command.
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>>1065842
WHERE YOU AT BITCH?!
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>>1067004
been wagecuckolding, sorry niggas))
>>1066836
>>1066804
>>1066750
You try to frown at the sight of your bones, but your lack of lips make it impossible. You grumble as you stand, and dust yourself off. A small cloud of dust gathers at your feet. You look from your footwear, up your legs, before finally checking out your torso and arms.
>You're wearing a snazzy black suit, and a trilby.
>You're wearing a suit of full armor, with golden engravings and an unfamiliar seal on your right shoulder.
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>>1067942
>You're wearing a suit of full armor, with golden engravings and an unfamiliar seal on your right shoulder.
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>>1067942
>>You're wearing a suit of full armor, with golden engravings and an unfamiliar seal on your right shoulder.
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>>1067994
>>1068076
You sigh, and run one phallange across the puckered entrance wound in your chestplate. You were apparently stabbed in the back, with a lance of some kind. You don't remember it, or anything before that, really. You look up and down the dimly lit hallway, before deciding to move towards one of the nearby torches.
>Head towards the torch to the left, where the hallway is a bit brighter.
>Head towards the torch to the right, where the hallway is a bit darker..
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>>1068113
>>Head towards the torch to the right, where the hallway is a bit darker..
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>>1068136
You start heading off towards the torch on your right. You run at nearly full speed, but don't tire, and stop just in front of the torch.
>You have to stand on the tips of your toes to reach it.
>The torch is at about eye-level.
>The torch is level with your chest.
(This one's important, trust me))
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>>1068338
>>The torch is at about eye-level.
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>>1068357
You don't stare at the torch, because that would be stupid, but know that it's at about eye-level. You make your way past it, still doing your best to frown. You see a light, far in the distance, but there is a great expanse of darkness between here and there. The walls angle outwards, until they disappear into the darkness.
>Get the torch.
>Sprint through the darkness.
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>>1068447
>>Get the torch.
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>>1068447
>Get the torch.
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>>1068468
>>1068485
Your bones rattle in some semblance of a shudder, and you quickly retrieve the torch. You start to head off into the darkness, waving the torch from left to right, scouring the darkness for anything spooked than you. A few rats scatter, but other than that, nothing. You teach the light, and find a door with light seeping out from its edges. It doesn't seem to be locked, or even latched completely.
>Listen in for anything on the other side.
>Burst inside.
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>>1068839
>Burst inside.
We're dead already, what is the worst that can happen?
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>Listen in for anything on the other side.
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>>1068839
>Burst inside.
RATTLERATTLERATTLERATTLE
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>>1068839
>>Listen in for anything on the other side.
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>>1071528
>Now bust inside.
RATTLERATTLERATTLERATTLERATTLE
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>>1071730
You shoulder the door open, ignore the crack that resonates from your shoulder, and accidentally kick the old man lying there in the face. Your toe bones leave scratches across his nose, and his breathing begins to slow. As he dies, you glance around the room, and your eye sockets almost widen. The room is filled with gold, and golden weapons stacked from the floor to the ceiling in some places. The old man lets out a rattling cough, and hacks bloody phlegm onto one of your feet.
>Ignore him, and pick out one of the seemingly infinite swanky (maybe enchanted) golden weapons. (Limited to one-handed, medium-sized (musical instruments allowed)).
>Ask the old man if he has any final requests that you can fulfill for him.
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>>1071877
Ask him his story. Mostly ignore and search for fitting skeleton crown.
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>>1071892
You kneel beside the old man, feeling a little guilty about kicking him in the face, and gently pat his shoulder. Your voice is very raspy, but understandable. "Hey, old man, what happened to ya? You got got bad, man." The old man, now teetering on the edge of death, reaches up, and slides his fingers into the hole in your chest plate, so that he can pull you down close enough to whisper to you.
"It's... not safe..." He releases you, and expires, letting out his last breath right into your face. You shrug, and turn around, searching for something to accessorize with. After a few minutes of rifling through gold, you find three promising items. The first, is a black crown laced with silver. It thrums whenever you get too close to touching it, and makes your entire arm rattle. The second, is a trumpet. A perfectly normal trumpet. The third, is a pair of spectacles with white frames, and no lenses.
>Take all of it, and keep looking.
>Take the trumpet and the frames.
>Take the frames and the crown.
>Take the trumpet and the crown.
>Take some other combination of the items (I'm bad at math)
>Don't touch any of it.
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>>1071916
>Take the trumpet.
No eyes, don't need glasses. Crown feels funny. Could find minstrel to play trumpet for us. Probably can't ourselves. No lips.
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>>1071927
You hesitantly pick up the trumpet, and hesitantly try to blow a few notes. You fail, due to your lack of lips, and sadly lower it to your side. Looking around the room, you feel like the golden mountains have closed in on you slightly. There are three visible doors, the one leading you back the way you came, and two leading in brand new directions.
>Get the fuck out of there (choose left, right, or back the way you came)
>Keep looting.
>Maybe try picking up the crown with the trumpet?
>Inspect the old man, and try to find a cause of death, or take his stuff.
>Write-in.
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>>1071930
>Get the fuck out of there (Right)
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>>1071930
>Get the fuck out of there
>Inspect the old man, and try to find a cause of death, or take his stuff.
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>>1071930
>>Write-in.
>take the crown, and frames,and get the fuck out while pulling the oldman with you
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>>1071984
I'll second this
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>>1071949
>>1071952
>>1071984
>>1072001
You decide to throw caution to the wind, pick up the crown, the shades, and the old man, then exit the room through the door to the right. Almost as soon as you shut the door behind you, you hear it creak as it bends outward, being pressed on by the weight of thousands of coins. You shrug, and set down your goods. You check them off as you look them over. The gang's all there. Looking up into the distance, you see absolutely nothing, except for darkness.
>Slap the old man around, to make sure he's really dead, and not tricking you.
>Put the crown and the glasses on, then find a place to check out your reflection.
>Head out into the nothingness.
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>>1072007
>Put the crown and the glasses on, then find a place to check out your reflection.>Be disappointed when you have no nose or ears to hang glasses on.
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>>1072012
The crown sits perfectly on your skull, as if it was made to fit you. As soon as you don the crown, the thrumming stops. The glasses also sit perfectly on your face, as if the same force holding your bones together is also holding the frames on. They don't seem to have any effect, but you would still smile, if you could.
>Now go into the nothingness.
>See if the crown affects you physically in any way. Maybe now you've got cool skeleton powers.
>Look around, and double-check to see if the glasses affect the way you see anything.
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>>1072048
>See if the crown affects you physically in any way. Maybe now you've got cool skeleton powers.
>Look around, and double-check to see if the glasses affect the way you see anything.
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>>1072063
You start to look around, and your skull swivels around a full 360 degrees. You don't see anything strange otherwise. A little bit of testing, you find that the phantom joints holding you together are thinner now, and more flexible. Spinning too fast launches bones off, though, so you make sure not to spin at maximum speed. The bones slingshot back after a few moments, but it stings, just a little. You find it odd, but decide not to question it.
>Now go out into the darkness.
>Continue faffing about.
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>>1072085
>>Continue faffing about.
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>>1072085
>Now go out into the darkness.
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>>1072085
>>Now go out into the darkness.
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>>1072085
Into the Darkness!
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>Continue faffing about
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>>1072085
>Now go out into the darkness.
Onward!
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