DW: Darkworld Turn 4 From: pbem@aol.com (PBEM) Date: Mon, 21 Aug 1995 00:00:00 +0000 Darkworld: Turn 4 For more infor, email PBEM@aol.com. ---------------TURN Four (8/20/95)--------------------- Current Players: PBEM@aol.com (Mark - game referee) felagi@algonet.se (Hans) holmqer@hsd.utc.com (Eric) driser@infogo.infogo.com (Darryl) eckland@ais.net (Rich) anon4385@nyx.cs.du.edu (Phil) paredes@isr.uc.pt (Carlos) You are standing on an undescript piece of light green turf in a pool of soft, pale-blue radiance about fifty feet across. There is a limit to the green turf; it ends at the edge of the light. The darkness beyond is absolute. You have in your possesion: a small hand shovel a length if silk cord, with a tear drop shaped piece of ivory tied to it. Other internal voices are floating around inside your head. You sense that each voice is talking to itself, and yet the whole collective set seems in some way "you," which is alien and hard to grasp. You try to figure out more of what you are and try to feel what feelings are in you, testing to see if there are conflicting emotions in the whole self. "Is there some stronger will than my own? If I try to do something a little bit irrational, like jumping up and down a few times, will someone else prevent it from happening?" You say to the others present in your body, "It seems that we all share control of this body. What I wanted to happen occurred as well as other things. I believe that you did those other things. Perhaps we are like the voices of conscience of this body. I believe this man died and was buried and here we are. We share in the control of his remains. Perhaps if we all wish a common task, it will happen?" "I believe that the ivory piece should be worn. We could try to bury the ivory piece and see if anything happens." You remember the warning about specters and decide that the time has come to vacate the area. It is time to see more of this strange new world. "I have a bad feeling about this. Let's go. We need to leave the area." "Curiouser and curiouser," You think, waiting to learn what the mysterious others who share your consciousness will think. There is a statue on a pedestle in the center of the area. It looks like a elongated, stretched and twisted statue of a priest. You again address the statue. " Ask the statue,"I know you grow tired of conversation, but we must depart here. Do you know why there are multiple consciences in this body? The statue's marble eyelids again flick open, revealing dimly glowing eyes. The deep, rasping voice continues, "I must rest. Talking is not easy. Multiple con... no." "What does this ivory teardrop represent or do?" The statues voice fades in and out, as if it is drifting in and out. "Help you... find ... safer path." "Who lives here? Who/where/what are my friends? Who/where/what are my foes?" "... the Hierarchy ... the Renegades .... the Heretics .... others..." "How can we avoid a Spectre or other such killers? How do I survive?" "Stay alert....watch for... watch for .... symbols... icons...details." "Why do you look like that? Who rules the place?" "I do not know...." "How can we leave? Shall we enter the darkness? Can I help you? Can you help me? "I do not know...." The statues eyes close, and it remains silent. After a bit of thought you remove the ivory piece from your pocket and hang it around your neck by the silken cord. You check the pockets of your suit. You find nothing new. Taking the trowel, you dig a small hole in the ground to see if there is any sort of artificial or arcane boundry below. The deep green turf feels like velvet. About six inches down, you find that the dirt ends. Where you have broken through, the hole reveals a blinding shaft of light. You enlarge the opening to about a foot across. There seems to be a brightly lit cavern underneath. A fair bit of noise comes from below. Whatcha gonna do next? -------- END TURN Four ----------------- The game continues. I seem able to process turns once a day, with exceptions. I will probably continue a turn time of 24-48 hours. And each new turn will probably be posted on the pbm newsgroup, as "DW:Turn 4". Later..... Mark PBEM@aol.com Up