Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Jun 19, 2017 0:21:12 GMT -5
(Real quick, Stelpher, if you could refrain from referring to the Entity for a little bit, that would be appreciated. I imagine that Drake and Maria are relatively new additions to the Fog, so they will be less knowledgeable about it than some of the NPCs that I will throw in. They will learn of the Entity in time.)
(Also, if you've never seen the game, here's some footage - www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJOT5pz69Ok)
Drake laid low, trying as hard as he could to resist the temptation to run. To hurry. His heart was racing.
Another trek in the woods that never ended. A hike along paths that seemed to have no rhyme or reason. He was quite sure that he had gone down the path he had followed before, but its destination had changed. Everything seemed to move in the woods beyond the Campfire, which Drake began to miss more and more. It had taken a great deal to drag himself away from that soothing, warm, flickering fire that never seemed to dwindle. But he knew that he could not stay there. He did not know how he had gotten to this strange place, but he knew that he did not wish to stay here long.
But it terrified him to leave. For beyond the Campfire there were horrible beings that thirst for blood. He had never seen them. He had only left the apparent safety of the Campfire twice. But he had seen their shapes in the Fog, sometimes carrying struggling, screaming, pleading others with them as they went. Drake hid. He stayed out of sight. Occasionally he saw some other Survivors. They were always doing something. They healed each other, they walked together, and they seemed to always be repairing strange generators. Drake wasn't sure why at first, but upon observing he found that repairing them was vital. Once his "comrades" repaired enough of them (Drake had counted five) something happened. Exits became open. Drake had followed one of his fellow comrades to a giant, ornate gate. They pulled a lever aside of it and a great deal of noise sounded as some internal mechanisms unlocked. One of the horrors of the Fog arrived and captured the hapless soul. As they were carried away, Drake ran forward and completed their work and the gates opened. He saw the Campfire in the distance and ran as fast as he could towards it. Both times he had escaped the Fog, but only by hiding and feeding off the efforts of his fellow victims. He had born shame as they screamed in the never ending night. He didn't know what had become of them and did not want to know.
Now, he was out in the woods again. After sitting at the Campfire for what seemed like days, though no sun ever rose, he finally convinced himself to venture out to find a way out of this hell. He told himself he would no longer cower in the shadows. Sadly, he was no Engineer, and was not sure if he knew how to fix the complicated inner workings of a generator.
His foray down one path had taken him to some demented farm. The second had taken him what appeared to be some giant mining plant. Now, the path that had taken him to the farm instead led him to a new arena; an immaculate courtyard. Unlike the farm and the plant, this place did not seem run down and neglected. It's stone pathways were pristine, as were its arches, its large hedges that lined the paths like a maze. A ornate fountain laid at the center, with sparkling water inside it. This place seemed...cared for, somehow.
Drake kept low and quietly moved about, hoping that he would find someone. Anyone.
(Also, if you've never seen the game, here's some footage - www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJOT5pz69Ok)
Drake laid low, trying as hard as he could to resist the temptation to run. To hurry. His heart was racing.
Another trek in the woods that never ended. A hike along paths that seemed to have no rhyme or reason. He was quite sure that he had gone down the path he had followed before, but its destination had changed. Everything seemed to move in the woods beyond the Campfire, which Drake began to miss more and more. It had taken a great deal to drag himself away from that soothing, warm, flickering fire that never seemed to dwindle. But he knew that he could not stay there. He did not know how he had gotten to this strange place, but he knew that he did not wish to stay here long.
But it terrified him to leave. For beyond the Campfire there were horrible beings that thirst for blood. He had never seen them. He had only left the apparent safety of the Campfire twice. But he had seen their shapes in the Fog, sometimes carrying struggling, screaming, pleading others with them as they went. Drake hid. He stayed out of sight. Occasionally he saw some other Survivors. They were always doing something. They healed each other, they walked together, and they seemed to always be repairing strange generators. Drake wasn't sure why at first, but upon observing he found that repairing them was vital. Once his "comrades" repaired enough of them (Drake had counted five) something happened. Exits became open. Drake had followed one of his fellow comrades to a giant, ornate gate. They pulled a lever aside of it and a great deal of noise sounded as some internal mechanisms unlocked. One of the horrors of the Fog arrived and captured the hapless soul. As they were carried away, Drake ran forward and completed their work and the gates opened. He saw the Campfire in the distance and ran as fast as he could towards it. Both times he had escaped the Fog, but only by hiding and feeding off the efforts of his fellow victims. He had born shame as they screamed in the never ending night. He didn't know what had become of them and did not want to know.
Now, he was out in the woods again. After sitting at the Campfire for what seemed like days, though no sun ever rose, he finally convinced himself to venture out to find a way out of this hell. He told himself he would no longer cower in the shadows. Sadly, he was no Engineer, and was not sure if he knew how to fix the complicated inner workings of a generator.
His foray down one path had taken him to some demented farm. The second had taken him what appeared to be some giant mining plant. Now, the path that had taken him to the farm instead led him to a new arena; an immaculate courtyard. Unlike the farm and the plant, this place did not seem run down and neglected. It's stone pathways were pristine, as were its arches, its large hedges that lined the paths like a maze. A ornate fountain laid at the center, with sparkling water inside it. This place seemed...cared for, somehow.
Drake kept low and quietly moved about, hoping that he would find someone. Anyone.
