I am Frank, the greatest Lawyer and Scientist in all the land!

Well, from the picture we're sorta mushroom....like.

I say we're Bruce. It's a good, macho name for a macho mushroom like our self.

Concentrate really hard and try to create arms for ourselves from the chaotic aether.

Also we're Todd.

>I say we're Bruce. It's a good, macho name for a macho mushroom like our self.

a few voices echo clearer than the others, one giving you a name.

as your thoughts get clearer, the space around you expands. your still the only thing that seems to have taken shape though.

>>15010850
I like Frank, let's go with that.

You have eyes, yet you do not blink
You need eyelids.

>I am Frank

>I like Frank

the voices toil, and others ring more clearly.

they've decided that frank would be better, and you've decided that it in your best interest to listen to these voices.

>>15010842
Turns out, even in the abyss, you can't get away from rape.

>>15010864
>Retrieve arms from darkness

Lets take the artsy-fartsy indy game strategy and rather than doing anything, we muse on the unfortunate string of events that led us to our current predicament. It'd give us a clue on how to proceed and ultimately grow from being a boy into the mentality of an adult.

Did we break up with our girlfriend recently? Maybe the death of a parent?

>>15010910

>You have eyes, yet you do not blink
>You need eyelids.

a voice brings shape to your eyes.

>>15010924
A whole lot of good eyelids do us in never ending darkness.

We need light. A flashlight maybe. And arms to hold it.

>Lets take the artsy-fartsy indy game strategy and rather than doing anything, we muse on the unfortunate string of events that led us to our current predicament. It'd give us a clue on how to proceed and ultimately grow from being a boy into the mentality of an adult.

>Did we break up with our girlfriend recently? Maybe the death of a parent?

a scary voice overpowers the other, asking questions that shouldn't be asked.

it brings something into shape.

Stare blithely at it.

Try to sprout a leg, then another one.

We must explore.

>>15010955
Remove it from the darkness, and craft it into an ivory walking stick.

And then create a suit.

>>15010955
Ok. We've got a giant toothy spikey thing. That's progress. We're making progress.

We need music of some kind. Something suitably morose and evocative of solitude and loneliness.

Maybe focus a bit on the tooth spike and try and recall if it has any significance to us.

>>15010971
>>15010973
>>15010979
Sprout arms and legs, with which to walk around and grab the darkness, shaping it into a fine suit. then grab the talon, and fashion a cane and classy spectacles out of, to stare through with disdain.

>Retrieve arms from darkness

>We need light. A flashlight maybe. And arms to hold it.

some voices resonate, and give shape to skinny appendages they've decided to call "arms"

another rings of light. there doesn't seem to be a need for such a thing, since all that exists around you is visible, unless that is you close your newly obtained eyelids.

>>15010989
Not existential enough for an artsy fartsy indy game.

Obviously the big question here is if we even exist if we're the only person around. Can we even really see the spikey toothy thing? Can we trust our eyes even though we've only just received them? Why COULDN'T JESSICA LOVE ME.

>>15010992
are we bruce or frank? Would Brank be an acceptable compromise?

Perhaps Fruce?

>>15010997
Obviously we exist. We're thinking, thus we exist.

We...are thinking, aren't we? Shit...

>Try to sprout a leg, then another one.

>We need music of some kind. Something suitably morose and evocative of solitude and loneliness.

some random lettering flashes briefly in franks mind
[ http://www.di.fm/ambient/ ] how strange.

some voices give shape to more appendages, this time calling them legs.

using these, you move over to the giant toothy spikey thing. when touched, it re-states the question that gave it shape. though some of the voices command so, it does not change.

>>15010992
Does thinking about our mom making anything happen?

Not like...things in our pants or anything. Just things around us. Unless thinking about mom giving us an erection is important to the plot or something.

>>15011029
>some voices give shape to more appendages, this time calling them legs.

using these, you move over to the giant toothy spikey thing. when touched, it re-states the question that gave it shape. though some of the voices command so, it does not change.

So what would one have to ask to give Fruce a guitar with which to rock out with? Rocking out always dispells an unpleasant funk. Plus it would give him something with which to try out his new arms.

>Perhaps Fruce?

something about this voice is sweet, and gives you a feeling of nostalgia. this name sounds familiar.

>Does thinking about our mom making anything happen?

goodness, what is that?

Examine our inventory

Do we possess the unbroken circle of Zerthimon?

>>15011058

Tie the scarf around our head like a kung fu master's bandana

>>15011058

Nobody think of Marshmellow Men. Seriously.

Pick up the scarf and wrap ourselves in it's maternal weave. Also maybe consider acquiring a fancy new nose with which to smell her sent in the wool

Wear scarf.

Think about sibling(s). You've been pretty shitty to them, now that you think about it. If you make it out, resolve to take them to lunch.

>>15011058
Tie the scarf to the tooth like an impromptu flag.

Do flags have any significance to us? Maybe going to War for a country that didn't want it in the first place, and returning home after spending years in hell and a citizenry that would as soon spit on us then salute us. Wandering the streets because we had spent our years defending freedom rather than acquiring business contacts and other marketable skills. Eventually turning to drugs and the sweet, sweet oblivion of opiates to numb the almost constant pain and memories for a few blessed moments.

are there grues?
its dark, so there should be grues....... and spiders, lots of spiders

>Tie the scarf around our head like a kung fu master's bandana

>Pick up the scarf and wrap ourselves in it's maternal weave. Also maybe consider acquiring a fancy new nose with which to smell her sent in the wool

you compromise, wrapping it around your upper torso and neck. through small nose holes you smell a warming scent...

the smell of vanilla.

wait, how do we know what that smells like?

I second the notion of acquiring a nose and using to smell our new scarf and everything else.

Direct our will outwards onto the universe

Invert the colours that we might escape this darkness

>>15011105
Stop stressing out our poor Fruce.
Let him feel the scarf

Let's go step by step.
Let's try to thinking about our father

>>15011112

We need a voice, that we might speak and be known to anyone else in the vicinity

>>15011084

>Maybe going to War for a country that didn't want it in the first place

that part of a statement rings clear. thinking of siblings does nothing, although it does give you a feeling of lonelyness.

>are there grues?
its dark, so there should be grues....... and spiders, lots of spiders

oh my...

>>15011108
oh thanks alot. Cock.

>>15011152
Does the dual nature of the spider as both creator and destroyer hold any significance for us? Do we feel any kinship for something that can both craft something of wondrous beauty, but only moments later use it as a tool of imprisonment and death of the most torturous kind?

Also, try not to get all tweaked out and feel tickles like spiders are crawling on your skin while you watch them because I know that shit happens to me and I hate it.

Imagine a door or portal. Something that would lead us out of the darkness. Failing that, imagine a path. A path leading us out of the darkness. Either way works

>>15011152
>>15011183
Are the spiders coming from anywhere else? Do they sort of meander off into the distance, or are they just coming out from where the talon appeared?

are the spiders bro's or
do they simply ignore you
and continue catching flies,
well if there are flies.
and if not what do they eat.
also is there a big momy spider,
or does everything here have no mother

Remember how touching a wooden table felt?
Try to conjure a wooden stick. It should be a useful tool and weapon.

think of the word "freinds" how does it make you feel?

Think Fruce, do you remember music?
Did you have any instruments?

We must ponder metaphysical questions such as our existance as well as the meaning of our creation powers.

>>15011174

you try to not let them bother you, but they don't seem to really be... alive, like you are.

>>15011183

the road to forever appears.
a new feeling arises in you... annoyance?

>>15011194

they are sort of mingling around the spike. since they were created in negative connotation, they seem to associate with it, like the fauna of an environment.

>>15011233
I just assumed that Fruce's mind is still too weak for that.
Shouldn't we spawn as many items-related-to-our-past as possible before we start toying with physics of the world?

>Remember how touching a wooden table felt?
Try to conjure a wooden stick. It should be a useful tool and weapon.

A long piece of something appears, soft yet hard to the touch. you used to see these alot you think.

>think of the word "freinds" how does it make you feel?

alone...

>Think Fruce, do you remember music?
Did you have any instruments?

no, fruce does not recall being a musician himself, although your mother comes to mind again.

The land is dark and since we need no light to see that must mean we are a being or darkness. That must mean that in order for there to be balance in this existance there must be light beings who are our enemies.

We might want to prepare for war.

>>15011269

Think about our own name, Bruce

See if dwelling on it helps us to recall anyone who might have spoken to us recently

Well, let's try thinking about father.
Oh, how about pet companion?

Try to imagine companionship, focusing specifically on growing some bitching sweet hair, im thinking mad pianist style hair. What is a piano?

>Think about our own name, Fruce
>See if dwelling on it helps us to recall anyone who might have spoken to us recently

No... nothing comes to mind. thinking of people who have spoken to you makes you feel that the silence is more familiar.

>Well, let's try thinking about father.

pondering on him makes another one of those things appear.

>Oh, how about pet companion?

Oh!

>>15011340
We want awesome floppy hair

>>15011352

Cuddle the little bird

Also I'm having a great time lurking this thread to this http://endlessvideo.com/watch?v=XOEyKE7W9IU

you cuddle the little bird, he makes you feel better.

also hair.

>>15011434

See if the bird will play fetch with the little stick thing we conjured

ties your scarf to the tops of the two points to finish the oblivion gate....

>>15011441

he instead perches upon the stick, sitting comfortably.

>>15011479
Imagine a phonebooth. Read the phonebook inside it. Look for familiar names.

REMOVE A LEG

Collect spiders for our new friend to feed on.

He is a friend.

Sooo...
Our father is dead, possibly thanks to the war. He probably was a dick. The only path leads to "forever".
As for good things we have a bird and a scarf related to our mother.
Are we dead? Do we have any wounds?
Let's think about the idea of traveling. Anything spawns?

>Imagine a phonebooth. Read the phonebook inside it. Look for familiar names.

none of the names stick out to you... except your own, which is the first of every page.

>REMOVE A LEG

a sharp voice commands the removal of one of your legs, yet nothing happens.

>>15011515
Imagine a bag of Jelly Babies.
Make the scarf longer and multicoloured.
Use the phone booth to travel through time.

>>15011515
Oh god what the fuck.
That's It. We're in the middle of Human Instrumentality Project. Shinji, you're dad is a jerk. Stop fighting to win his approval. Let's try again from the day you met Misato

>Let's think about the idea of traveling. Anything spawns?

that sign seems peculiar...

>Imagine a bag of Jelly Babies.
>Make the scarf longer and multicoloured.
>Use the phone booth to travel through time.

you decide that among the many voices, some of them are crazy.

although you will keep the thought of jelly babies for later, that sounds scrumptious!

If the voices in our head are /tg/'s....

What happens if we think about Matt Ward?

Fruce, what do you remember of your past? Do you have any personal heroes from ago? Do you only remember your parents?

Let's go.
Let's leave this place, never to return.
Start walking the path.

>>15011567
More pauldrons and a necron companion.

Do it OP we need a sidekick.

>Fruce, what do you remember of your past? Do you have any personal heroes from ago? Do you only remember your parents?

a voice asks another prying question, another thing appears.

>Let's go.
Let's leave this place, never to return.
Start walking the path.

that is starting to sound like a good idea... but the unknown gives you the feeling of fear.

as do the spikes.

>>15011588
What. No, It leads to infinity. We don't want to get lost there. Look at the OP.
Do we still hear the unknown creature? Let's walk towards It's cry.

>Do we still hear the unknown creature? Let's walk towards It's cry.

now that you think, you haven't heard it since you first, well, since you can first remember of this place.

the fact that that is unknown as well instills more fear in you.

So a new spike appeared when we tried to leave? Maybe we should try climbing the telephone booth? How do we know the smell of vanilla? What is vanilla? What was it contained in?

The fear of the unknown is an instinct rooted in from birth Fruce. If you are here alone, then you are the first explorer of this land- cowering in this one area that becomes more and more menacing by the moment certainly isn't a good idea either.

>So a new spike appeared when we tried to leave? Maybe we should try climbing the telephone booth? How do we know the smell of vanilla? What is vanilla? What was it contained in?

this voice asks alot of questions, it makes your head hurt. you don't know how you know the smell of vanilla, other than it was on the cloth your wearing.

>>15011776

you know this, except this small area feels somewhat safe as it begins to take shape.

maybe because its the only thing to your knowledge that exist at the moment.

So as long as you are here.. why not make something confortable? How about a chair to rest in so that you are not standing for hours waiting for everything to solve it's self?

Hey, what happens when we think of love?

Also, try thinking of fun. And a hobby, can we remember a hobby?

>>15011820

a chair takes shape, which you chill in.

>Hey, what happens when we think of love?

your mother comes to mind again... and something else? it hurts your head to think about, but the blurry image that comes to mind is about your size.

>Also, try thinking of fun. And a hobby, can we remember a hobby?

you remember that you used to daydream alot, and became good at using your imagination to make things in your life more interesting.

>>15011864
Say, Fruce. What do you think those spikes could be? Try giving them a good poke with that stick.

The bird needs a little birdhat.

>>15011864

Jump on the spikes, impale yourself

Verily, we must poke the spikes with the stick.

>The bird needs a little birdhat.

well look at that.

>>15011871
>>15011898

the spikes feel hard like rock, but they're shiny except for a scuff mark left by your stick.

>>15011936
Hmmm...we've got company if we want to go down that road, our little bird friend. Let's name him Terry.

We might get tired, though. Think of a bike, do we remember bikes? Maybe riding one, our mum teaching us?

going to bed, ill be around every other day 6 eastern time.

have a nice night.

Think of the blurry image that was about your size that came to your mind when thinking of love.