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THE ENVELOPE: AN IMPROVISED LIVE TEXT ADVENTURE
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maladroithim
1495
11.
You begin to climb down into the shaft via the ladder. The ladder is damp with moisture, but it is so rusty as to not be slippery. The metal rungs are extremely cold to the touch. Your hands and bare feet make gentle tapping sounds that echo down the shaft, audible in spite of the distant sound of rushing water below. The smell of dirt fills your sinuses.
Before long, you are completely swallowed by blackness and the hole you had climbed into earlier is a distant, blue-red pinhole. The sun will set soon. In spite of the cool, moist air in the shaft, you begin to sweat and feel warm. You continue to climb down, the minutes running into one another. This continues until you come to the sudden realization that you have been climbing for a truly long period of time.
You stop and assess the situation: your arms and legs are aching terribly. Your hands cramp every time you grasp onto the weathered rungs of the ladder. The arches of your feet are tender, and send ripples of pain shooting up through your thighs with each step. You are sweating profusely. The sweat lubricates your grip, forcing you only to grip more tightly with your cramped hands. In spite of your physical exertion, you suddenly feel extremely cold. It is becoming difficult to maintain your grasp onto the ladder.
You glance up, and see nothing; either the sun has set, or you have climbed further down than the dim evening light can reach. Below, you see nothing as well. You are truly in pitch dark. The sound of running water is much closer than it was originally, but still distant. You start to shiver from the cold.
You have truly no idea how far down the shaft you have climbed. You possess a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel disoriented, woozy, physically exhausted, and extremely thirsty.
You begin to climb down into the shaft via the ladder. The ladder is damp with moisture, but it is so rusty as to not be slippery. The metal rungs are extremely cold to the touch. Your hands and bare feet make gentle tapping sounds that echo down the shaft, audible in spite of the distant sound of rushing water below. The smell of dirt fills your sinuses.
Before long, you are completely swallowed by blackness and the hole you had climbed into earlier is a distant, blue-red pinhole. The sun will set soon. In spite of the cool, moist air in the shaft, you begin to sweat and feel warm. You continue to climb down, the minutes running into one another. This continues until you come to the sudden realization that you have been climbing for a truly long period of time.
You stop and assess the situation: your arms and legs are aching terribly. Your hands cramp every time you grasp onto the weathered rungs of the ladder. The arches of your feet are tender, and send ripples of pain shooting up through your thighs with each step. You are sweating profusely. The sweat lubricates your grip, forcing you only to grip more tightly with your cramped hands. In spite of your physical exertion, you suddenly feel extremely cold. It is becoming difficult to maintain your grasp onto the ladder.
You glance up, and see nothing; either the sun has set, or you have climbed further down than the dim evening light can reach. Below, you see nothing as well. You are truly in pitch dark. The sound of running water is much closer than it was originally, but still distant. You start to shiver from the cold.
You have truly no idea how far down the shaft you have climbed. You possess a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel disoriented, woozy, physically exhausted, and extremely thirsty.
maladroithim
1495
12.
Your arms and legs aching, you resolve yourself to continue your descent down the endless ladder. After only your first step down, your foot hits something. The ladder comes to a sudden end.
You feel around in the blackness and discover that the obstruction is made of wood and seems to be sturdy enough for you to stand on. It groans and flexes when you put your weight on it, but holds. The shaft is just as narrow here as it was at the top. The ladder is cut off approximately one foot above the wooden obstruction.
On the other side of the obstruction, you can hear rushing water. Muffled as it is, the sound is still far louder than it had ever been - you guess that the source must be only a handful of yards away. The sound of water makes exacerbates your already impressive thirst, and you begin to feel desperate for water.
You realize that you are wheezing. Not only have you been pushed to your physical limits, but your throat is dry, swollen, and leathery. It extremely difficult for you to breathe.
You have truly no idea how far down the shaft you have climbed. You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, and ravenously thirsty, and faint.
Your arms and legs aching, you resolve yourself to continue your descent down the endless ladder. After only your first step down, your foot hits something. The ladder comes to a sudden end.
You feel around in the blackness and discover that the obstruction is made of wood and seems to be sturdy enough for you to stand on. It groans and flexes when you put your weight on it, but holds. The shaft is just as narrow here as it was at the top. The ladder is cut off approximately one foot above the wooden obstruction.
On the other side of the obstruction, you can hear rushing water. Muffled as it is, the sound is still far louder than it had ever been - you guess that the source must be only a handful of yards away. The sound of water makes exacerbates your already impressive thirst, and you begin to feel desperate for water.
You realize that you are wheezing. Not only have you been pushed to your physical limits, but your throat is dry, swollen, and leathery. It extremely difficult for you to breathe.
You have truly no idea how far down the shaft you have climbed. You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, and ravenously thirsty, and faint.
Feel for a door AND DRINK SOME WATER holy shit you are punishing your own story if you kill off the character.
Also "handful of yards" is a really dumb way to measure measurement. =P
Also "handful of yards" is a really dumb way to measure measurement. =P
maladroithim
1495
13.
You feel the walls and ground around you, and find a latch at your feet. You stoop and pull it. It resists a bit, and then, with a click and a groan, gives way - and the ground beneath you disappears. You are falling through the air.
You do not fall far before hitting hard ground with an audible thud. You are uninjured from your fall. Above you, out of your reach, hangs an open trap door in the ceiling. It is swinging back and forth.
You are standing in a fairly large cavern with uneven, rocky surfaces. It is lit by evenly-spaced, bare bulbs strung onto a length of heavy electrical cable. The wire is bolted into the wall at regular intervals. A wide tunnel leads out on one side, the bulbs following. You cannot see where the tunnel leads as it bends off to your left.
In the center of the cavern is a small table with a single chair pulled up to it. Sitting on the table is a stereo, cranked up to full volume. The stereo is booming soothing nature sounds: the chitter of insects, the calls of animals, and, most prominently, the torrential rush of a mighty river. The sounds bounce off the cavern walls, creating a cacophony and causing your ears to ring.
Next to the stereo sits a tin lunchbox.
You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, ravenously thirsty, and faint.
You feel the walls and ground around you, and find a latch at your feet. You stoop and pull it. It resists a bit, and then, with a click and a groan, gives way - and the ground beneath you disappears. You are falling through the air.
You do not fall far before hitting hard ground with an audible thud. You are uninjured from your fall. Above you, out of your reach, hangs an open trap door in the ceiling. It is swinging back and forth.
You are standing in a fairly large cavern with uneven, rocky surfaces. It is lit by evenly-spaced, bare bulbs strung onto a length of heavy electrical cable. The wire is bolted into the wall at regular intervals. A wide tunnel leads out on one side, the bulbs following. You cannot see where the tunnel leads as it bends off to your left.
In the center of the cavern is a small table with a single chair pulled up to it. Sitting on the table is a stereo, cranked up to full volume. The stereo is booming soothing nature sounds: the chitter of insects, the calls of animals, and, most prominently, the torrential rush of a mighty river. The sounds bounce off the cavern walls, creating a cacophony and causing your ears to ring.
Next to the stereo sits a tin lunchbox.
You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, ravenously thirsty, and faint.
maladroithim
1495
(Sorry the the long break guys; serious problems in my personal life)
14.
You reach out and touch the radio's power switch, and the torrent of sound is cut off instantly. The silent, dank air of the cavern quivers nervously in the aftermath. All you can hear now is a steady ringing in your ears left by the recent assault on them.
You open the lunchbox. Inside, you find two cheese sandwiches, a medium red-green apple, a head of broccoli, and a thermos full of water. The food looks fresh and extremely appetizing. The sight of food makes you realize that you are hungry.
You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and faint.
14.
You reach out and touch the radio's power switch, and the torrent of sound is cut off instantly. The silent, dank air of the cavern quivers nervously in the aftermath. All you can hear now is a steady ringing in your ears left by the recent assault on them.
You open the lunchbox. Inside, you find two cheese sandwiches, a medium red-green apple, a head of broccoli, and a thermos full of water. The food looks fresh and extremely appetizing. The sight of food makes you realize that you are hungry.
You are holding a plain, unmarked, empty envelope. You feel dizzy, physically exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and faint.
Eat the food and water very slowly in order for your body to fully realize the nutrition you just consumed.
maladroithim
1495
15.
You decide to eat the food in front of you.
You reach for the thermos full of water and open it. Bringing it to your lips, you can hear the blunt sigh of your breath swirling down inside of the container. You are aware of the difference in temperature between the icy water inside and your dry, hot breath. You thirstily gulp down most of the water, careful not to spill a precious drop.
Sitting down, you start into one of the cheese sandwiches. It is, as you see, a cheese sandwich -- to be precise, cheese between two slices of bread. It is tough to chew and not particularly interesting to your palate. Still, you are hungry, and eat the first sandwich, and then the second. The sandwiches had no sauce in them and leave your mouth tasting dry.
After the sandwiches, you eat the broccoli head, which is even less thrilling. It rounds out your meal and leaves you feeling fulfilled. You wash down your meal with the rest of the water - it is still unnaturally cold and refreshing.
You are still standing in an open cavern, dimly lit by bare bulbs strung on the walls. A tunnel off to one side bends, and you cannot see where it leads. There is an open trapdoor swinging from the ceiling but you cannot reach it.
You are holding a plain, unmarked envelope. You feel fantastic.
You decide to eat the food in front of you.
You reach for the thermos full of water and open it. Bringing it to your lips, you can hear the blunt sigh of your breath swirling down inside of the container. You are aware of the difference in temperature between the icy water inside and your dry, hot breath. You thirstily gulp down most of the water, careful not to spill a precious drop.
Sitting down, you start into one of the cheese sandwiches. It is, as you see, a cheese sandwich -- to be precise, cheese between two slices of bread. It is tough to chew and not particularly interesting to your palate. Still, you are hungry, and eat the first sandwich, and then the second. The sandwiches had no sauce in them and leave your mouth tasting dry.
After the sandwiches, you eat the broccoli head, which is even less thrilling. It rounds out your meal and leaves you feeling fulfilled. You wash down your meal with the rest of the water - it is still unnaturally cold and refreshing.
You are still standing in an open cavern, dimly lit by bare bulbs strung on the walls. A tunnel off to one side bends, and you cannot see where it leads. There is an open trapdoor swinging from the ceiling but you cannot reach it.
You are holding a plain, unmarked envelope. You feel fantastic.
TMAC
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author=Liberty link=topic=1079.msg18810#msg18810 date=1212543581
Pick up the green-red apple and thermos to take with you.
Peer into the side tunnel and follow it, hand against the wall.
maladroithim
1495
16.
You grasp your envelope with both hands and angrily tear it into hundreds of tiny pieces, throwing them into the air. To your great surprise, this does not precipitate any event other than the destruction of an envelope nor inspires any feeling in particular other than the awareness that you have torn an envelope to pieces.
You decide to call out: "Hello?" Your call echoes through the cavern, but otherwise, there is no response. Your call reverberates for what seems a very long time.
You pick up the empty thermos and the apple and travel down the winding tunnel leading out of the cavern. After only a few yards, you come across a plain, unmarked envelope laying on the ground.
The tunnel continues winding, lit by bare bulbs bolted to the wall at regular intervals.
You are holding an empty thermos and an apple. You feel fantastic.
You grasp your envelope with both hands and angrily tear it into hundreds of tiny pieces, throwing them into the air. To your great surprise, this does not precipitate any event other than the destruction of an envelope nor inspires any feeling in particular other than the awareness that you have torn an envelope to pieces.
You decide to call out: "Hello?" Your call echoes through the cavern, but otherwise, there is no response. Your call reverberates for what seems a very long time.
You pick up the empty thermos and the apple and travel down the winding tunnel leading out of the cavern. After only a few yards, you come across a plain, unmarked envelope laying on the ground.
The tunnel continues winding, lit by bare bulbs bolted to the wall at regular intervals.
You are holding an empty thermos and an apple. You feel fantastic.
