DW: Turn 3

From: pbem@aol.com (PBEM)

Date: Fri, 18 Aug 1995 00:00:00 +0000

---------------TURN THREE (8/18/95)---------------------

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Situation:

You are standing on an
undescript piece of light green turf in a pool of soft, pale-blue radiance
about fifty feet across.   There a limit to the green turf.  After walking
to the edge and investigating, it looks as if it ends at
the edge of the light.  The darkness beyond seems absolute.

There is a statue on
a pedestle in the center of the area.  It looks much like the religious
statues you have seen in gardens and
church yards, a robed figure, perhaps a priest.  But the statue has been
elongated, stretched and twisted.  The upper torso has been bent to
perhaps a
forty-five degree angle from verticle.  The face is almost twisted around
to
be flush with the figures heels.

At the base of the pedastal are:
a small hand shovel
a length if silk cord
a tear drop shaped piece of ivory.

You still are not comfortable to find the privacy of your thoughts are not
as private as you expected.  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.  The voices
in your head, including your own, still seem engaged in a a poorly
coordinated
conversation, speaking over one another.

You say to yourself, "Time for testing my limits. Who are  these other
weak entities that surround me?  I think I am a wanderer, not from here."

You again address the statue.  "Who are you? And what is your status here?
 Who is your master?  Tell me more of these Hierarchy, Heretic and
Renegade groups.  It does not matter who I was before, only what I can
become here."

The statue's marble eyelids again flick open, revealing dimly glowing
eyes.   The deep, rasping voice bcontinues, "I grow weary.  Talking is not
easy.  I have no master that I have seen, yet perhaps I do serve someone
or something that has decided not to reveal itself to me."

"The Hierarchy is the old order, the establishment.  The Heretics are
those that wish to be the new order, and the
Renegades are the independent thinkers.  They are all dangerous.  And
there are other groups."

The statues eyes close, and it remains silent.

You again bring your hands to your face, ignoring the diquieting
sensation.  You can feel your own touch, but it does not feel like you
think it should.  Your hands sense some thick, slick substance over your
face.  You tear at it, and soon the visual distortion clears.  You sling
it off your hands, and onto the ground.  It quickly evaporates from your
hands and the ground, leaving no trace.

Everything looks much as it did a moment before, but your vision of
yourself has cleared.  You can see much more detail of your hands and
body.  Your body is still partially transparent, but less so.  You appear
as a gaunt male, perhaps middleaged, dressed in a business suit.  The
style of the suit seems formal, and it is in less than perfect condition.

You try to solidify myself, but with no effect.  You
will yourself to be invisible, but again it has no effect.
Your hands are thin, and the nails seem longer and more ragged than you
expect.  The skin seems waxen.

You exert your will.  You 'will' yourself upwards, but remain grounded.
You touch the ground, I find it feels like true grass and soil.

You laugh out loud, and the sound seems normal, except for the absence of
any echo.

You touch the statue.  It is cold, with a stone texture.  You 'will' a
tree into existance in the lite area, but nothing happens.

You pickup the ivory piece.  It has a hole in it so it can be worn as a
talisman with the silk cord, so you pickup the chord and tie it on.  You
put the
ivory tear and the silken cord in my pockets.

You take the shovel.  You will the shovel to vanish, but it remains.  The
shovel appears to be a small garden shovel.
You look about for some disturbance of the ground, and find none.

Whatcha gonna do next?

-------- END TURN THREE -----------------

The game continues.  I seem able to process turns once a day.  I will
probably continue this.  And each new turn will probably be posted on the
pbm newsgroup.

Later.....
Mark
PBEM@aol.com