Intro Log: A Stinging Letdown

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for May
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-16th
Warnings: Monsters. Newbies. Disappointment.

You awaken rather unceremoniously, finding yourself on the hard ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel, newcomer, we hope you enjoy your stay in our lovely cave city. This may be a little more difficult to do than expected, considering the monsters.

Yes, it looks as though a few manticores arrived along with you - and they woke up before you, because that's just how your luck is going today. These creatures are large, about the size and shape of a lion, and not very attractive. In fact, they're a bit like a collection of spare parts - the body of a lion, the wings of a bat, the face of a human, and the tail of a scorpion. And that tail's not just for show. If their lion claws don't get you, that tail might shoot a poisonous spine that will paralyze you, leaving you defenseless and all ready to be eaten. Good times!

But wait! There's more! Starting to feel like you might need a stiff drink? Throughout the arena, you can also find a number of very interesting-looking bottles of liquor. Give one a try, if you dare - or if you just really need to drink your misery away. And that'll be your very first lesson in the disappointment of Hadriel - because though they taste the way they're supposed to, each and every one of these bottles of liquor has become non-alcoholic. Yikes.

Hopefully you can recover from that heart-crushing disappointment. Once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers May 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

c.

[skelebro]

[He knew a Wolf once. Big guy who didn't really know how to pick his battles. Shouldn't get his hopes up; that was almost a full year ago, when he first ran into the guy. When Wolf gave two ounces of a damn about the skeleton that could sleep anywhere and never talked about what kinda palls hung over his head.

Long time ago. Long, long damn time ago.

Time to go fishing, see if this is really the guy he thinks he is.]

hey, c'mon now.
how long you been here, pal?

[sweariff]

LONG ENOUGH TO ALMOST GET EATEN

[It takes him an inordinate amount of time to type this. Don't judge.]

WHY
ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME I'M WRONG

[skelebro]

that's not real specific.
a lotta people almost get eaten several times a week.

[sweariff]

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO
STOP AND GET ITS NAME
ASK WHAT IT HAD FOR LUNCH, THAT SORT OF THING

[Hey, this is kind of fun!]

TWO HOURS AGO I WAS IN MANHATTAN AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I'M GETTING TAIL FUCKED BY A LION WITH A SCORPION TAIL AND BAT WINGS
THAT SPECIFIC ENOUGH FOR YOU
?

[skelebro]

i mean, sure.
some monsters can tell some real great jokes.

[Hint: it's him. He's the joke-telling monster. He'll tell you horrible, horrible jokes. all day. It'll be great.]

i'm guessin' you're real mad about it, the way you're yelling.

[sweariff]

WHAT A COINCIDENCE, SO CAN I

[Please God, don't do this to him. Don't forsake him like this especially when he doesn't even know he's in skeleton hell yet.]

NOT ESPECIALLY? I MEAN I SHOULD BE, BUT
I GUESS I'M USED TO BEING GNAWED ON THESE DAYS
WOULDN'T BE A WEDNESDAY WITHOUT SOMETHING TRYING TO EAT ME
SORRY, THURSDAY

WHY? IS THIS YELLING?

[skelebro]

all-caps kinda implies that you're yelling, yeah.
or you're just very enthusiastic about being eaten.

[sans it's definitely too early on to start talking about vore]

[sweariff]

HUH
IS THAT ALL IT TAKES?

[There's a brief pause on his end as he plays around with the keyboard for a bit. Finally:]

how about now

[skelebro]

must've hit the caps button on accident or something.
it happens.

not that i'd blame you for gettin' mad.
things always get hairy right around this time.

[sweariff]

probably
the phones i'm used to don't have so many buttons
and i've never seen them this. tiny.

around what time? are you talking about when the door the guide mentioned opens?
sorry, The Door.

[skelebro]

how big are phones where you come from?

yep.
door opens once a month, always the tenth of every month.
regular as clockwork.

[sweariff]

imagine a brick with an antenna that beeps a lot

is it an actual door or a portal?
i'm guessing the latter, but even then there must be some way to interact with it
maybe even find a way to keep it open for as long as possible, if nothing else

[skelebro]

apparently, not even gods can get it to work.
interpret that as you like.

[sweariff]

well we're not them and they're not perfect
even if it's something that will take time to fix it's better than doing nothing

[skelebro]

good luck with that.
pretty sure no one's figured out how it works.

[sweariff]

wow
i've never seen excitement like this leap off the page
or the screen, as it were

anyone ever tell you you're really good at conveying that particular emotion or did you figure you should make an exception when you decided to talk to me

[skelebro]

excited? me?
that sounds like work.

omg accidentally deleted this i'm so sorry!

[sweariff]

what does that even mean

lmao all good!

[skelebro]

i mean, it sounds like something that kinda requires effort.
who's got time for that?

[sweariff]

well you have time to shoot the shit with me over something that requires both hands to type with so i just assumed

[skelebro]

how dare you, sir.
how dare you imply that i have ever made an effort to do anything, ever, in my entire life.

[sweariff]

i'll do something even worse

[skelebro]

oh yeah?
i'm shakin' in my slippers.

[sweariff]

yeah
i'll keep making you work for your cheap laughs too

[skelebro]

hey, now.
laughs don't count.
everybody loves jokes.