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awash mods ([personal profile] awashmods) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs2018-03-15 06:25 pm

Intro Log.





Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Thin.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.




ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light.

It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb.

The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find.

But most importantly of all... you're not alone.




Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. Characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out.

Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways.

Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

murdery: (man you really freak me out)

[personal profile] murdery 2018-03-27 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Suit yourself.

[After all, they're his friends.]

Maybe you should try being nicer to 'em.
crowsigliere: (72)

[personal profile] crowsigliere 2018-03-27 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
'Maybe you should try being nicer to them' he says, as if they had been anything but bullies in his past. It's only an ironic twist that he can control them now as he does.

But the only outward sign of his irritation at the sentiment is a soft click of his tongue, and a frown that could really mean anything.

"If they provide reason to be, and remain useful in the process, perhaps I might consider it. However, as of yet, I have no intentions of being 'nice'."