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i run a lights out server. mostly because i like the game to be extra-hard and cruel. but lately the main reason i run it is to see the reactions to people who join. the set-up: i have surrounded the florid postern with fireflies to give some light after the spawn glow wears off. i have built a fire pit, alchemy engine and a chest which i stock with full stacks or twigs, flint, grass, rocks, gold and two stacks of logs. the area is surrounded by trees and i have planted twiggy trees, grass tufts and berry bushes around as well. there is additionally a sign which reads: 'please take what you need." i have no mods on my game whatsoever. the very first person who joins asks: "why is it night?" "it's a lights out server." "but why is it ALWAYS night?" i found his skeleton about 20 paces away from the portal with every stack of resources from the chest. so i took the resources back to the chest and went back to surviving. and wouldn't you know it, a willow joins. okay, she has a lighter and... nope... the whole forest is on fire. chest on fire, resources consumed... better build that up again. willow logs out without saying a word. i replant trees, make a new chest, restock it. and wander off. about the time i am exploring the swamp, another joiner! a woodie this time. says nothing so i went back to what i was doing. after about ten minutes he dies and says: "why did you kill me?" "well, i didn't kill you, charlie did, but..." he logs off. then a wx-78 joins and says: "where are you?" me: "i'm in the swamp, a bit south of the postern." wx-78: "do you have a telltale heart?" me: "yes..." wx-78: "so i'm just gonna kill myself and wait for you to come revive me then." he then leaves about 30 seconds later only to log back in and out over and over for about five minutes before giving up. even then, he logged in 3-4 times the next day (in real time, not game time) before i said: "no matter how many times you log off and come back, you will still be dead." thus ended our correspondence. a wilson joins, who i suspect might have been an experienced player as the first/only thing he says is: "WHERE IS SUN?" just like a pig-man. i was laughing so hard but then he left so i never got a chance to find out if he was joking or serious. most of my maintenance is carrying resources back to the chest because someone took them all and died a few feet away or they take all the resources and log off so i need to gather more and restock. and most of the time i am nowhere near the postern (i am a morlock, i live in the caves even in a lights out server) so i eagerly look forward to how new people will cope. somehow, this has become the most entertaining server i have ever hosted and oddly, the most frequently visited. and all i had to do was turn off the lights.
Chapter I: Another Day With Them Wilson woke up from his slumber to the familiar feel of a slightly lumpy, yet comforting spring mattress. He sat up, and looked around, a bit confused. It was his old bedroom, back at the....well, others wouldn't call it a mansion. But Mister Higgsbury often referred to it as such. All the familiar things were there. A few blueprints lying on a wooden stool next to the bed, a bureau with a childhood photo of himself displayed in a wooden frame, a small metal toolbox with certain supplies. It all seemed so strange. What had happened...who knows how long ago? He looked at the wall facing his bed, where there was a rather old-looking calendar. By the looks of it, he had only been gone for one day. The days certainly seemed a lot longer. How could that be? He looked out his bedroom window, at the road leading up to the decrepid mansion. The twisting road and gnarled, leafless trees seemed so very unchanged. The skies were clear for a change. Wilson stepped back and shook his head in surprise. Was it all a dream? The man on the radio, the machine, the strange hands? All the things he had made in the strange wilderness were gone. Maybe it was all a fever dream of some sort. He hurried downstairs, and headed into the "living room", where the machine had been. It was gone, as if it had never existed. A thick line of static came from the radio. All the scientific equipment and lab animals were there, with an almost uncanny level of organization. Wilson stopped and shook his head even harder, the idea of it actually all not being real having trouble sinking in. A relieved sigh escaped the scientist's lips. He left the living room and headed into the main hall. On a golden stand was a fine black jacket and top hat. After what had just happened, maybe a break from science was in order. A bit of socializing would do the mind good. He put on the coat and top hat, and put his hand on the knob of the front door to leave, when suddenly, he heard something from the radio, just barely. A single, solitary, "Hey." Against better judgement, he walked back over to the radio. "Say, pal..." came the radio's voice. It was the exact same one from his strange dream. A wave of dread overtook Wilson. He slowly started to back away. "Hey! Pal, where do you think you're running off to?" Wilson couldn't bring himself to answer. He bolted back into the hall and out the door. He didn't want anything more to do with that voice. All he really wanted was to be as far away from that place as possible, for a while. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it down past the porch before he was stopped by two familiar, shadowy claws, transparent, yet visible, waiting for him. He barely had time to scream before they grabbed him, choking him and slowly pulling him into darkness. He could hear a loud hiss. He awoke again with a scream, this time returned to the smell of a fire pit that had just gone out, a spear at his side, and the cawing of a crow. That was a dream, instead. This land is Wilson's nightmare, one that is all too real.
I swear it's all @minespatch's, @DragonMage156's and @PandoMish's fault, I hold no liability to this writ! Also, starring @Chris1488 and @Mr.P. Apparently. Plus quite a host of the Klei overlords. Again, their fault for immortalising themselves as pigmen.
Hey guys! Spelunky here. I'd like to make a roleplay, its a horror roleplay like The Screecher, but there is not a screecher, just the monster that (someone) is likely to make up as we go. Anyway. There will be 10 people, one will be me. I will put my character below (somewhere down there) and once I get my list full, it will begin! (By the way, we are in Stenphan Lake, a campsite.) My character will be put below. Name: Sacrame (pronounced "sack-rem") Age: 56 Abilities: Able to see well in the dark. Downsides: Small stomach. Reason for coming: Heard about the great adventures at Stenphan Lake. But upon coming saw a dead body with both its legs and its head ripped off. Couldn't get a signal and was stuck for a long time. The liste: 1. Me 2. KBlock1