lifeaftr | December Intro: Don't Come Home for Christmas

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: December 3rd and onward
Where: Monsun
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Overview: Uncharted Waters
Stay alert, new adventurers; instead of the white-sand beaches of Enso, you will instead be coming to on one of two sides of the relatively uncharted lands of Monsun. Most of the information regarding this peculiar land can be found in the informational post linked, but as a quick-and-dirty rundown: Monsun's western side is a hot wasteland of a desert prone of disasters and mishaps, but will affect your character's emotional and psychological state in a positive sense, while its eastern side is a verdant forest filled with endless resources...as well as a tendency to bring out the absolute worst of your character.

To start with, all new arrivals will be showing up in one of two squares that characters uncovered last month! We are leaving it up to player discretion as to which side of the island your character arrives on, but bear in mind the psychological repercussions!

All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

Monsun, C4: These Are Your Good Years
You wake to the hot sun steaming overhead, rapidly drying your clothes and belongings, waterlogged from washing upon this desolate shore. The heatwaves shimmer at your vision, distorting your view of the horizon. But if you really squint, it looks like there might be something dark green fringing that pipecleaner skyline, like a lush woodland awaits you on the other side of this desert nightmare. A mirage, maybe?

Whatever it is, you don't get very long to contemplate it. Beneath your feet, the ground has begun to shake as a many-headed horror erupts from the earth. Great streams of pale sand slough from its dry, scaly hide as multiple horned heads unfurl in a hissing inflorescence. The creature's eyes are all pale as grubs; it is quite blind. But that does not mean it cannot smell you.

Boasting both a thick hide and a chitinous coat of sandy-colored scales that blends them perfectly with their surroundings, Sand Hydras sleep several feet under the sand until they sense the vibrations of potential prey aboveground. While they are significantly smaller than their mythological counterparts - they can only span eight to twelve feet in length - Sand Hydras are cunning creatures nonetheless with a number of heads that can vary from one to as high as ten. Their weakness, on the other hand, is simple: water burns them like acid. It seems they may flourish only in any moisture-poor environment.

Assuming your character lasts that long, remember: as physically destructive as Monsun's west may be, your character's most admirable traits will be amplified to their fullest potential by the twenty-four hour mark.

Monsun, D3: Before You Bury Yourself Alive
Those waking on the eastern side of the island, on the other hand, will face a far more pleasing tableau. The temperature is perfect, the sun shines modestly through the canopy of deciduous greenery above your head, and the air is thick and sweet with the smell of fresh fruit.

That's right - within minutes of their arrival, your character will discover several plants laden with fresh wild blackberries.

Should that temptation arrest their attention, should they be vulnerable to the foibles of greed or hoarding or paranoia, your character may very well wish to keep this treat to themself. Or...perhaps not. Perhaps they'd much rather search out a fight, or try to steal someone else's supplies, or embark on a poorly-advised mission to swim out into Monsun's surrounding waters.

For that is, after all, the catch: as physically soothing as Monsun's east may be, your character's most hateful traits will be amplified to their fullest potential by the twenty-four hour mark.

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that 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.

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh! ... huh!

[ And that's all the shock we're going to get, apparently. The gleam in her eyes settles into something decidedly more curious. ]

I guess! It's funny though, 'cause where I come from, spiders have eight legs and no arms? Or actually, I guess that's just what we say they have. No one's ever actually asked a spider? So maybe we've been wrong the whole time. Crazy!

[Muffet smiles cheerfully, happy to see that the newcomer seems willing to accept her decidedly inhuman appearance without much of a fuss.]

Sadly, I have to admit that most spiders aren't as good at making polite conversation as my people. Still, with us it's generally that there's always four pairs of limbs, but how many are legs as opposed to arms varies- someone might wind up with six legs and two arms, for example, or four of each.

That’s so cool!

[ That earnest shine to her eyes certainly seems sincere enough, too. ]

Man, the stuff I could get done with even one extra pair of arms… I could eat so many more snacks while I was doing homework… it’d be super productive!

[ priorities: we have them. ]

[Do you think Muffet is going to dispute this order of priorities? Heck no, food is how she makes her living.]

An excellent idea- after all, it's important to keep yourself properly nourished. How else would you have the energy to do your best?

...Ah, speaking of food, are you doing well with provisions? Newcomers tend to arrive here with some supplies, but they're not always exactly what you need.

Oh! To be honest, I haven't actually looked yet... gimme a sec!

[ She plops her knapsack down onto the ground and stoops beside it so she can start rooting through. ]

They wouldn't've just dropped me in here without giving me something to keep me going, right?

It's hard to be entirely certain- all of us seem to arrive with a variety of survival gear, but not all of it is well-suited to the person it was given to.

[She explains:]

For example, when I first arrived, among my supplies was a large bottle of disinfectant- potentially very helpful for a human, but my species doesn't catch illnesses. Another person received a flint and tinder set, despite both her and her brother having fire magic. My advice is to see what you have that you can use well, and then try to trade anything you don't need for something others have that would be better suited to you.

Ohh, that'd be neat! Maybe I'll have some canned food or some snacks or--

[ and then she emerges from the knapsack with a bag of what looks like pure sugar. Kyouko stares at it in disbelief. ]

Whhhhat the heck is this supposed to be...

[Muffet's eyes, all five of them, widen in absolute delight.]

[Kyouko, do you know what it's like to be a baker stranded on an island without supplies? Do you have any idea how much careful work she's had to do to flavor things properly? This is the best thing she's seen in months, holy shit.]

That appears to be a bag of sugar, dearie- and quite good quality, too. Speaking of tradable items, I'd be more than happy to give you whatever you might need in exchange for it...

[Please.]

December Intro: Don't Come Home for Christmas

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