August Intro: You Think...You Wink...You Do A Double Blink...

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INTRO LOG: AUGUST

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr.
When: August 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Part I: Get Wrekt
You rouse to a splash of sea salt drying on your skin. A haze of glass-white sand glitters in your vision, dappled by lush palms and thick, curling foliage that disappears into a jungle of deep jade. From behind, crackling wood and sawing rope groan from a mangled life raft ran ashore. A petering wash of tide over pebbled sand fills your ears as you struggle to gain your bearings in a vast portrait of tropical color…

No...no, no, that’s not precisely how this story starts.

Why don't we start over?

You rouse to a splash of sea salt, spraying across yourself and the wooden floor beneath you as it breaks across the edge of the platform. The light as it dances across the sea is blinding, dappling white spots across your vision as you slowly come back to consciousness and realize that - this is not where you last remember being.

The middle of the ocean is likely not a place most recall being at all. As you struggle to fully comprehend the new scenario in which you have found yourself, three things become quickly apparent. The raft you find yourself upon barely constitutes as something that should float, never mind a boat. In the distance, perhaps a few hours away at most, a large island beckons to you, a wide strip of beach surrounded by cliffs making it very clear where the most fortuitous of directions shall be.

Lastly, of course, you’re not alone. Hopefully your new companion(s) are just as keen to get ashore before nightfall as you, or voyaging together will not be the most positive experience. At your side you will find a knapsack, one to every member of your raft party, and upon inspecting its contents, you will discover any rewards you may have accrued - as well as a few other items to give you a fighting chance.

A note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme: those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

Part II: Choose Your Own Adventure

By fortune (or misfortune, as it were), you eventually find your feet meeting sand, blessed shore to stagger upon as you shake off your newly found sea-legs. There are those that may find this place familiar, as though it appeared in a dream, though the expanse of shore certainly seems larger. The beach stretches off into the distance on both sides, curving around sharp ridges and cliffs, mist obscuring the view the farther along it goes.

So here you are. You’ve found land. Company. Supplies. The sun is now beginning to trek rather low upon the horizon…spending the night outside in such an unfamiliar land is unappealing at best and outright dangerous at the worst.

There is one silver lining in the midst of this mess. Directly ahead, the beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.



So what shall you do from here, traveller? There is land to be explored, strangers to meet, friends to reunite with. Supplies to inspect and plenty of questions in need of being said aloud. Choose your path, make haste, and above all else: survive. And whatever you will, take heart.

Your story is about to begin anew.

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Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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Comments

[achievementhunter]

I'm not asking, Asriel.

[Better to make that clear from the get go. This is not a polite request.

They both know what this really is.]

I'm telling you that Chara and Frisk do not exist. That is not my name, the other, pleasant child in a blue sweater certainly holds no attachment to those titles, either.

You do not know us at all, in fact. Just as I do not know Flowey.

[A smile.]

That's not too hard to remember, is it? After all, if one does not exist, there's really no point in mentioning them...ever again.

[pleasereset]

[Never bring them up, act as though he doesn't know them. It's an easy request, he supposes. There's a dull ache in his chest, a burning behind his eyes, and his fist clench uselessly.

He tries to keep his voice steady.

It's... okay. This isn't his Chara, was it? He was too hopeful, thinking that it was.]

Is that all you want?

[achievementhunter]

[It's funny how even now, part of them was expecting more protest. Tears, at least, even if it was just a boy crying wolf. Something that, in some way, shape or form...at least showed he could pretend they'd mattered to him, just a little bit.
Didn't you care about me, Asriel? More than anybody else?
Of course, he already knows he's been caught out- so why even try those tactics?
He's already stopped lying to himself.
He knows Chara won't fall for them.]

I think it should go without saying that the less time we spend together, the better.

[pleasereset]

[Well, he does look defeated. A part of him wants to ask why they bothered saving him, why they questioned his determination when they could have just killed him. But Chara doesn't remember - or more accurately it seems they never experienced it. Everyone told him it was just a dream. Maybe they weren't wrong...

It doesn't matter anyway, he supposes.]

... Why?

[achievementhunter]

[They want to laugh. Why? Why, as if what's already been mentioned wasn't enough.

There's so much they could spit at him. The hell he put Frisk through. The people he killed- their people. Their parents. But then... they've done all of those things, too.

There's one thing, above all else, that he will never, ever escape from.]

Why not? After all.

I'm not the type of friend you always wanted.