Alright.
You know what I've learned since last time?
Running games with hard numbers and stats isn't my cup of tea. Also, the more I dug in to my understanding of military tactics and equipment, the less I realise that I have any idea of what works best. I can grasp basic theory and doctrines (combined arms, logistics, and geurilla combat), but more advanced ones like battlefield tactics and scaling are kind of beyond me.
Also, the fact that I was flip-flopping between throwing Terumi or V2s at you. Then realising that I can't do Terumi all that well, and I fucking hate V2s.
Seriously, fuck V2s.
Which brings me to my latest experiment.
I kind of wanted a break from usual quest second person POV (the tenses get annoying), and my third person is mediocre at best. Then I read some interesting stuff done in a interactive journal format, and while that has it's own constraints, I figure it'll let me do more casual updates.
Rather than doing proper voting, whenever you post in the thread 'I' will see it in the journal. From there, you can influence
'me' and 'my' actions, give advice, and whatever else you can think of doing with words/images on a page. This'll probably detract from immersion on your end a little bit, but hopefully things will still be interesting.
With that said, let's see where this bizarre little meta thing goes.
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Journal Quest
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And all the pages are blank in this one too...
Huh? There's some words here now. Didn't notice that before.
'And all the pages are blank', wait a second. Wasn't I just thinking that a second ago?
Hold it.
Hold everything.
This thing is recording my thoughts. Well, ones that I'm verbalizing anyway. That's bizarre.
Well, not like everything else here isn't, but this is at least a lower level of 'What the Fuck'.
Seriously, I like libraries, but this place is ridiculous. This shelf has to be at least a few dozen stories high, and it's packed with stuff. I mean, there's a lot of books, but there's these weird jars with things floating in them, plants growing through the shelf, and the various other weird doo-dads and shinies laying around.
And it just doesn't end.
I can't see beyond them. As far as I can tell, these shelves might as well go on forever.
Whatever this place is, it's terrifyingly huge.
I'd probably be a little more in awe of the place though, and a little less borderline scared out of my wits if I had any idea how I got here. Or if I had seen anybody else. Or if I wasn't getting hungy, or thirsty.