This was it. You’re first time logging into Faley, and after spending a hefty amount of time in the character creation screen and feeling happy with your avatar, you hit the accept button.
The character toggles disappeared around you in a pixilated flurry. As if being hit by an unsuspecting storm, you see the shapes fly off, and oddly enough you actually feel the wind blowing them away.
The sensation is so real, but you barely have much time to think about it before it is all replaced with nothing but silence and darkness. Should you call out? Is there something faulty in the game?
Before being able to act you experience a sudden jerk in the pit of your stomach. A sense of sudden acceleration hits. The Wind once again picks up around you, the force of it actually pushing you back. You feel the weight of the world pulling you down, and in a flash a streak of blue blinds you.
Your eyes adjust to the new light and slowly you realize it’s the sky. Large fluffy clouds roll by far in the horizon. A vast golden field covers the ground below as far as the eye can see.
You are indeed falling. The wind has been hitting you so hard that tears begin to well up in your eyes as you watch the ground quickly closing in.
Again? Did you hit the ground? Is it game over? Didn’t you just create your avatar?
Slowly, like fireflies glowing around you, small yellow orbs lift you up. An odd vacuum sensation pulls a part of you back into your avatar. Your head spins as the memories of what occurred seem jumbled and incoherent. You try frantically to place them together, to make sense of the cacophony of what just occurred, but fail, only bringing on a massive headache.
An annoyed voice called out. You turn, confused as to where you were.
Blades of sun-colored grass caress your arms as you move about in search of the unfamiliar voice.
Pushing the pasture aside, a minute pointy eared creature revealed himself.
“I’m down here.” He growled, exposing his set of sharp teeth.
The creature was small, possibly no bigger than three feet tall. He walked forward, removing the hood that covered his bald head.
He had dark, olive-colored skin and large mahogany eyes, dressed in what looked like old tattered robes that were simply tied together with a worn rope.
“Well, don’t just stand there staring.”
The tiny individual began walking.
“C’mon. We better get going if we want to beat nightfall.”
TASK : THE FALL
Tasks are situations that occur in the game that a player may choose to participate in or ignore. Our first task involves your character's first time logging into the game and the encounter with their first NPC.
YES, your character just died. And yes, this little guy revived you.
In this task, you may choose to respond below with how your character might have reacted during and after the fall. You might get lucky enough to have that NPC respond.
You may choose to incorporate other characters that have participated here as well in your roleplaying response but make sure you check the date the comment was made and tag that user so they are aware they have been included and can respond back in turn if they wish.
:devusername: -or- @username will tag that user.
1 gold + 1 EXP | 5 GOLD + 5 EXP
In this task, you will be awarded +1 and +1 EXP by simply roleplaying, however, if you decide to make art of the scene our NPC will award you for commemorating that moment with +5 and +5 EXP.
The rp response and art together is a total of +6 and +6 EXP.
ACTIVITY BONUS: If you decide to participate before June 30th, 2017, you get a +3 and +3 EXP bonus!
That means that if you do both the rp response and art, plus take advantage of the bonus, you end up getting +9 and +9 EXP!
Make sure to place the piece in our folder, and link it in your roleplay response in this journal. If our NPC sees a lot of effort put forth on the piece, he might award more, so do your best!
You are allowed to write a roleplay response here first and make art after, just make sure to link it here so our NPC can award it.
Dauk forcefully tried to open his eyes as a sense of feeling came back to him. The controls still felt so foreign to him. The teen looked at his fingers and stretched the muscles before clenching it into a fist. Dauk giggled loudly as he relaxed. Like a little school girl, but slightly off tune. He had closed his eye once more when he laughed.
Yes. The weirded start had most definitely suited his taste. He spread his arms and legs wide while lying on his back, as if he wanted to take up as much space as he could in the tremendous field. It was his, in his mind at least.
What was that?
“I’m down here.”
Dauk looked with curious eyes to the direction the voice was coming from.
“Well, don’t just stand there staring. C’mon. We better get going if we want to beat nightfall.” The boy was captivated by the NPC for a moment but as Dauk smirked one could already tell that the boy was not the type to follow others blindly. Excited he jumped to his feet. “ Such hurry. Well, that's the spirit! But can you keep up with me?!” Dauk exclaimed as he followed the small figure. The young man was already distracted by the herbs and flowers a little farther in the distance. The real question was how long it would take him this time to, not fully on purpose, lose his guide in a game like this.
Darkness becomes light and her eyes meet the bright blue sky, yellow grass brushing across her face. A few soft chuckles escaped the small girl's lips as her arm went up to cover her face, blocking out the light. "Death. Now that's a way to start fresh."
The sudden voice startled her, heart practically leaping out of her chest. Fawn promptly rose to her feet, ready to greet and thank whomever it was, but she was a bit... lost.
"I'm down here."
The sharp voice brought her attention to the small gremlin. Npc? Well, this was really starting off. She had to applaud this game for originality. She opened her mouth to say a word of thanks but was almost immediately interrupted.
“Well, don’t just stand there staring. C’mon. We better get going if we want to beat nightfall.”
Obviously, she was taking too long. Trying to hold back her anger against this rude Npc, as he ordered her around and walked off, Fawn followed after for the time being. She didn't intend to stay long, but why not let the little thing show her a thing or two... if she stayed long enough to see something.
Okay, not those first times. But the kind of first times where you just stare and go 'what the fuck'-- like when you make a new friend, or enter a new classroom, or see the stupid math homework you have. Exactly.
What the fuck.
It was all okay at first, the whole 'holy-shit-i-made-my-pretty-character' was going on in her head, and then she realized she was fucking falling down and so her thoughts changed into 'what-the-fuck-what' until she probably hit ground.
Well looks like she died.
Despite thinking she had died, her thoughts continued and formed a '??????-what-in-the-fuck' until she opened her eyes and saw weird glowing shit. What the fuck was this? Didn't she just die? Did someone rez her? Why would people rez someone? She swore there were equations in her head considering how confused she was right now.
??? What the fuck?
"I'm down here."
Ahri looked down to see the NPC, and she swears by her heart that there were more equations around her. Also what the fuck is that??? Is that a fucking goblin? A gremlin? Ahri was this close to opening her mouth and actually yelling 'what-the-fuck', but she closed it just in time before she could say anything. After all, new game, new you (what the fuck was that supposed to mean). Whilst being stuck in a loop of thoughts, the smaller thing creature walked away, and she found herself chasing after him, simply yelling,
They weren't used to the darkness or all the noises and light at once, hell, they weren't even used wearing the Fissure. This was their first time. And boy, was it exhilarating. Seeing their character on the screen, the one they've been trying to draw or describe but just couldn't do it well enough or one thing was missing, was exciting. Seeing Janna in his full, anxious 3D self made Socorro's heart lift and a smile to stretch across their face. They had no idea how long they spent on making him perfect-- probably hours -- but they made sure every detail, ever scar and freckle, was there. Once they were finally pleased with how he looked, they entered the game.
Now that was terrifying. The darkness was comforting after they got used to it in the start, and the dimly lit character creation seemed like a safe haven after several hours. But the blinding flash of blue and white, and the oncoming expanse of gold was terrifying. Socorro -- well, Janna felt the wind pushing him, twisting him as he tried to steady himself. He was looking at his hands, in awe in how real they were, and didn't realize how close he was to the ground. He tried to use a spell, but he didn't know what he had available, and, in a flurry, landed into darkness once again.
Socorro raised their eyebrows. Was that it? Was that what this entire game was? A ten second free fall and then nothing? They almost considered calling their sister, reaching around for their phone when the lights appeared. The soft glowing orbs lifted around Janna, and Socorro felt themselves getting pulled back. Janna gasped when he sat up in the field, clinging to his chest and pulling at his cape, which felt too tight around his neck.
Janna looked around frantically. You're welcome? he thought, sitting up on his knees to peek over the long, golden strands of grass. He almost asked who was there, but the question was answered with a gruff, "I'm down here."
He looked down, just catching a glimpse of the small... goblin? Is that what it was. Socorro was thinking in their head of what it could be, but in game, Janna had nearly yelled, stumbling backwards and landing on his back in the field, clocking his head against the dirt. Quickly scrambling back up, Janna got to his feet, not hearing what the tiny goblin had said before he began walking away.
"H-hey wait!" Janna said, shocking both him and his player in how realistic his voice sounded. After a moment, the small human clamored after the goblin, being careful to avoid tripping on any uneven dirt or roots.
Silence and darkness. She was used to that sort of beginning from VR games, it was still unnerving sure but, expected nonetheless. The unexpected came from the start of the fall. Momentary panic turned into exhilaration as she took in the blue of the sky, the clouds and the field below. It looked like a sea of gold. The tears bubble and float away as the force of gravity pulls her down and the air pushes past. That exhilaration becomes panic once more just before she comes into contact with the ground and then all is dark once more.
Immediate death was definitely a new one, she thought as she was lifted by the vibrant orbs. Her memory of the fall was intact along with her new headache but, she was being revived....Why revived and not respawning? That would mean someone was close enough to assist...That was nice of them. Once the darkness had receded, she sat up and rolled carefully into a squatting position before standing, not wanting to worsen her headache with sudden movements. She combed a few loose blades of grass from her hair with her fingers.
It took her a moment to find the source of the voice. A sharp "I'm down here." had her looking in the proper direction. She continued to look on at her savior for a bit until prompted to cease her staring and follow. "Oh!" She took another look around before catching up and walking just a step behind. "Thank you for reviving me." Yuuma said as they went. He might have been an NPC but, that doesn't mean she isn't grateful for the res. Looking around as she walked, the Moonfolk couldn't help but smile lightly to herself. It was time for a new adventure.
Having laid in a daze, for what probably seemed like hours, the pale colored Solar looked up at the endless blue sky.
After having experienced the oddest log in experience in his gamming history, Nemo eventually mulled over the situation and pushed himself off the ground.
Even after all that had happened, the warrior was still in awe with the game. The way the graphics seemed so real, how he could feel the dry grass crunching under his feet, the sun warming his skin, the weight of his starter clothes. It all blew his mind.
He looked around, seeing nothing but the golden field that expanded even over the horizon. Knowing how games usually worked, he figured there must be a town nearby.
Though the white haired novice player had a goal, he had no idea where to begin exactly. That, however, did not deter him from trying and simply began walking aimless; until a small voice called out.
The unexpected sound had startled him enough to make him jump in place, turning frantically to find its source.
The vision of the small green creature left him mute and wide eyed. Again the game had amazed him with how real this gremlin looked. The only reason he had known about the race was because he had done so much research of the game, he re-collected when the moment he had seen them on concept art.
Nemo needed no explanation, the moment the individual commanded him to follow the young male did as he was told.