Mobile Tsk
August 7th, 2009, 6:45 AM
introduction, eh?
I suppose this nametag is mine. I am unsure where the name Saturn comes from. Surely this is not my legal name. I must be in some sort of display. I should get into costume. Where is my costume?
More importantly, where am I right now? It is very dark and I believe I am moving. I will search for a light of some sort. This mysterious rod does not appear to emit any light. I need light! I need to get into costume! Surely there is a candle in here. However I can get light, I would like to find out what this plastic protrusion from this wall could possibly be. I am frightened at the thought of touching it.
Oh, there is the light. I do not understand where I am though. I could possibly be in a box pulled by oxen. Yes, that must be all. However, I do not recall oxen being able to run at such high speeds. I ought to reconsider that proposition. At least I can see the inside of this box.
There is another box. I wonder if someone is in this box, but it is awfully small. Only a baby could fit in this box… and that would be inhumane. Perhaps my costume is in this box. I shall open it.
This is not a costume. It looks more like another box to me. Why are there so many boxes in this big box? I should try to open this box. There is something in the way. Who would make a box that you cannot open? I would like to have a talk with the designer of this monstrosity.
This box has stopped moving. I suppose I should find an exit… but where is my costume?
I plan on continuing this stub with a first chapter within a day or so
I suppose this nametag is mine. I am unsure where the name Saturn comes from. Surely this is not my legal name. I must be in some sort of display. I should get into costume. Where is my costume?
More importantly, where am I right now? It is very dark and I believe I am moving. I will search for a light of some sort. This mysterious rod does not appear to emit any light. I need light! I need to get into costume! Surely there is a candle in here. However I can get light, I would like to find out what this plastic protrusion from this wall could possibly be. I am frightened at the thought of touching it.
Oh, there is the light. I do not understand where I am though. I could possibly be in a box pulled by oxen. Yes, that must be all. However, I do not recall oxen being able to run at such high speeds. I ought to reconsider that proposition. At least I can see the inside of this box.
There is another box. I wonder if someone is in this box, but it is awfully small. Only a baby could fit in this box… and that would be inhumane. Perhaps my costume is in this box. I shall open it.
This is not a costume. It looks more like another box to me. Why are there so many boxes in this big box? I should try to open this box. There is something in the way. Who would make a box that you cannot open? I would like to have a talk with the designer of this monstrosity.
This box has stopped moving. I suppose I should find an exit… but where is my costume?
I plan on continuing this stub with a first chapter within a day or so